Chapter 04
The Slave Ceremony
"Where do you get these lovely pets from?" Patty asked.
"All sorts of places. Sometimes I find them in a club, or through someone I work with, or they come to me, like lovely Leelee here. Pet Leelee walked into a friends store I was looking after. The dear little pet was feeling sorry for itself, and needed comforting. I gathered it up, and took it home to look after," Maria explained.
Maria turned her attention to Lee Ann, telling her, "You need looking after don't you, pet."
"Yes, Mistress," Lee Ann confirmed.
It was embarrassing squatting on the floor, waiting upon these strangers. She was a mature woman, yet she was having to serve these young friends of her mistress. If she wore a decent waitress uniform, it wouldn't have been so awful.
The elegant silk dress was split from the hem, up to her waist at the back. It was designed to show off her bare bottom when she bent forward. The scalloped top lewdly displayed her breasts, which were pushed up in a deep cleavage by an inbuilt corset. Her nipples were on show for them to be tweaked, sooner or later.
Worse than the dress, was being spoken to as though she were a stray bitch, brought home off the streets. Being called pet might have been interpreted as a form of caring endearment, but they all knew it was more than that. She was Maria's latest victim, being trained to obey her mistress.
"Why do you need looking after?" Maria asked.
The tight smile on her mistresses face demanded a satisfactory answer.
"Leelee is a naughty little slut, and will get into trouble without her mistress. Leelee must obey her mistress," Lee Ann dutifully answered. She spoke in a pathetic sounding girly voice, practised especially for the party.
The teenager, Patty, giggled lightly.
Lee Ann tried to shut out the annoying sound, as it reflected how pathetic she felt. She would have to behave and respond correctly to her mistresses orders like an obedient pet, or be punished. It would be degrading to be put over mistresses knee for a spanking, especially before these young strangers.
She was dreading having to perform a humiliating act in front of them, whatever it might be. It was inevitable, and she would just have to bear it. There was no option. She had to obey her mistress, or suffer the consequences.
"Where is your place, Leelee?" Maria asked.
"At mistresses feet, waiting to serve, mistress," Lee Ann replied, speaking in a loud singsong voice loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Good pet! Its learnt to behave, and is fully house trained. That's why we're here. I wish Gemma would hurry up," Maria scowled, once more looking at her watch.
"Leelee deserves a treat. On your haunches, pet," Maria demanded.
Full of trepidation from knowing what was coming next, she nevertheless obeyed. With knees spread she crouched over, as though trying to hide the expression of shame.
"Sit up, pet. Catch!" Maria extolled her pet, and threw a cocktail sausage at her.
After much practice over the last few weeks, Lee Ann caught it, and quickly swallowed the morsel. She was kept hungry, so squatted eagerly with mouth open, hoping for another treat from her mistresses plate.
"It's so cute! Can I feed your pet, Maria?" Patty asked, with an eager voice. After a nod of approval, the girl inexpertly chucked a triangle cut sandwich at Lee Ann.
When it missed her mouth to drop onto the carpet, Lee Ann scooped it up with her mouth, and gulped the sandwich without chewing. All afternoon she had made snacks for her mistresses guests, not daring to try one despite being hungry.
The girl tried a pate sandwich, and this time Lee Ann caught it. The watching guests applauded the demeaning act. There was nothing she could do to escape the dreadful situation, so accepted it like every other humiliating experience.
"Your pet is a clever little thing, does it know any other tricks?" Patty enquired.
Lee Ann groaned inwardly. At eighteen this was the youngest of Maria's guests. Having to perform for the silly young girl was as demeaning as hell. Despite the pain of anguish she determined to be a good pet. Not only to avoid a punishment, it was also to keep on her mistresses good side for a later reward.
With instructions from Maria, Patty began putting Lee Ann through her moves.
"Roll over Leelee," Patty instructed. She spoke to the older woman as though it was a puppy. Although being kind, it was demeaning all the same. "Play dead," she giggled. "Oh! Your such a lovely pet, I'd love to buy you from Maria," Patty exclaimed.
"You like your tummy rubbed, don't you little Leelee. Oh! You like your titties rubbed even more, don't you!" she observed, seeing the nipples hardening.
"Yes, miss," Lee Ann whimpered.
Maria gave her a silly name to put her in her place, which felt right when used by her mistress. Used by this girl it reinforced the pathetic state she had become accustomed to.
There was no denying it. Her whole body was heating up. She lay at the girls feet being molested, with one hand pinching a nipple, and the other moving down toward her pussy. Lee Ann wasn't so wet it noticed, but her nipples and lips were responding.
"Such a lovely pussy you have. You keep it well shaved, little Leelee. It feels so smooth. My, it does swell up so big and juicy!" the girl giggled.
Maria came back from mingling with the guests to sit next to the girl.
"It's such a cute little thing, I'd just love to have it. How much is it, Maria?" Patty asked, with a pleading sound to her voice.
"Not for sale just yet. Wait and see," Maria told her.
Lee Ann cringed. The arousal dropped from her like a stone, and as bloodless too. In the hands of this young thing, she would be helpless. Maria had thoroughly trained her to obey a mistress. If this silly girl owned her what might happen then? She needed looking after. She needed a strong mistress to keep her out of trouble.
"Sit up, pet," Maria ordered.
Lee Ann was thankful to her mistress for saving her from the girls unwelcome attention. Sitting on her haunches with knees spread, as usual, wasn't so bad as the long silk dress hid her crotch.
Maria's friend Gemma walked in looking contrite.
"Your late! We can begin now. Come on pet, on all fours, crawl over here," Maria ordered.
Lee Ann wondered what was expected of her. Everyone turned in their seats toward her, with an ominous, quiet expectancy. Over the last few weeks she had been spanked for misbehaving, and rewarded for obedience, until she had become docile with her mistress. Despite her misgivings in front of strangers, she quickly obeyed.
"Stand up, pet," Maria stated. She pulled the dress up over the pets head.
No longer allowed to wear underwear, or shoes, it left her naked among a group of strangers. This was less bothersome than the fear of what was to happen next. She looked down at her feet looking submissive. The pose had become natural and automatic. She didn't try to hide her nakedness, she just stood there with hands at her side.
"It's a lovely little thing, Maria. A real credit to you. If you ever become tired of it, I'll take it off your hands," Beatrice commented. The woman was the only one older than Lee Ann, looking around fifty.
The thought of being passed around this group of women, from one to the other, was frightening. Having been subdued by her mistress, she would be used as a sex toy, having to learn each of their habits. Being forced to submit to their particular sexual needs would finally break her.
"Let the ceremony begin. Over here pet," Maria encouraged her pet. "You know what to say, Beatrice," Maria said.
Standing before the woman, Lee Ann felt afraid. Was she going to be given to this woman? She had begun to think of herself as an object to be used. At least with the young black girl, Maria, she knew what was expected of her. Her mistress could work her up, and keep her in line with punishment and rewards. Mistress knew how to look after her.
"Come closer, I'm not wearing my glasses," Beatrice said. She reached up to pull on Lee Ann's nipples. Still holding them tight, she held the pet close. Squinting at its pussy she intoned seriously. "The pet has been branded with a slave number; three, seven, six, four, one. Let everyone gathered here witness this mark of her entry into slavery."
Lee Ann's legs felt weak. She was shoved, stumbling, before one of the others. The woman was around Lee Ann's age; under thirty. She too took hold of Lee Ann's nipples, and stared at the pet's pussy. "I witness the slave branded with a number," Stacey stated.
Lee Ann had put up with being this young black girls pet, not realising what the training was for. It seemed that the girl was humiliating her for fun; not hers of course. Though it heated her up, leaving her compliant, and begging for an orgasm.
This all seemed so serious. It revealed what had been done to her, and what the training had really been about. She had become nothing more than a trained slave. Was that better than being a pet?
Only a few weeks ago she held a responsible role in a national corporation. She was a mature woman with all the adult responsibilities that life demanded. This young black girl had bullied her into submission, then trained her into becoming a tame pet. Was she now to become a slave? She had a mistress, so maybe this was a natural next step.
Standing bent over, while the next woman read her tattoo, she tried to clear her mind. It had been too easy letting someone else take over. Letting her mistress make the decisions for absolutely everything in her life. Not having to think, just obey, made it difficult to understand this new humiliation. Surely this was all just another silly game.
"I witness the slave brand. You've done a good job, Maria. It's certainly ready. A nice well behaved pet, and so squishy too!" Martha smiled. She tweaked the swollen nipples, trying to get the pet to squeal. She looked disappointed when Lee Ann remained silent.
