sue stopped outside the pet shop and checked the address on the piece of paper her Mistress had given her. It was the right place ok. She pretended to look at something in the shop window while she steadied her nerves, the mixture of fear and excitement she felt made her stomach churn and she licked her dry lips anxiously. She took a quick look over her shoulder at the people passing by in the street, she hardly ever came to this part of town and she was sure she would not bump into anyone she knew. The pet shop lay in a small narrow alley hidden behind a large shopping mall; it was one of a row of small run down shops that lined either side of the dirty litter strewn street.
Further down the street at the far end a couple of market stalls sold cheap clothes. It was an out of the way nondescript, anonymous place, which was why her Mistress had chosen it. sue turned to look back in the window again but her eyes were unseeing, instead she had them shut and she was repeating word for word her Mistresses instructions. The warm deep buzz of submissive arousal filled her, making her face glow and her stomach lurch hideously, her mouth was dry and she felt light-headed, tense and nervous.
Why? Why did she do this? But she knew the answer. It was what she wanted, what she needed, to be dominated and humiliated, to give herself selflessly to her Mistress. To please and serve. It was erotic and so deeply fulfilling. She could feel the dampness between her thighs as moving on shaky legs she pushed open the shop door.
Further down the alley, half hidden behind a pile of clothes on the market stall. Mistress Val watched her sub pause outside the pet shop window. She could imagine the struggle going on in her pets mind as she tried to summon up courage to enter the shop. Watching her pet carry out her task while unaware she was being watched gave Mistress Val an extra thrill. It fascinated her to see her pet's devotion, to watch her carry out such a difficult task that would humiliate her, just to please her Mistress.
She marvelled that her pet would do this alone, without her Mistress to guide or encourage her. She would do this alone, such devotion Mistress Val thought. She loved this, the power and control, it thrilled and excited her. She enjoyed having her own slave girl, her own pet who was so willing to please her, so willing to do anything she was told. To have a slave who devoted herself to giving comfort and pleasure, whose only aim was to please her Mistress. She enjoyed testing sue and also enjoyed exploring the dominate side of her own personality. The games they played were fun. But she was always careful to see that sue came to no harm. She would create scenarios that would be erotically submissive and challenging for sue but she was ready to call a halt at the first sign of danger. Mistress Val watched her pet push open the pet shop door and she moved around the stall to get a better view, one that allowed her to see inside the shop through its large front window.
The harsh ring of the bell as she pushed open the shop door made susans heart skip a beat, pushing her already stretched nerves a notch higher. The musty dry smell of small animals, hamsters, mice and rabbits filled the air and she heard small scurrying, scratching noises from shadowy cages stacked one on top of the other against a wall. Somewhere in the back of the shop a parrot squawked and flapped its wings noisily. A beaded curtain behind the counter was pulled aside and a teenage shop assistant emerged from the back of the shop. Her clothes and heavily made up face showed she was into the Goth fashion. Her long straight black hair framed blue eyes and a pretty face but her dark lipstick coated lips and heavy dark eye make up gave her an insolent almost contemptuous look. She had a black t-shirt on with the name of some rock group sue had never heard of and with her short black leather skirt, matching waist coat, ankle boots and black fishnet stockings which covered her long shapely legs, sue thought she looked incredibly hot and sexy and couldn't help feeling a flutter of excitement, especially when she caught a glimpse of white thigh in between the tops of her stockings and bottom of her leather skirt.
She stared arrogantly at sue. "Yeath? What do you want?" She asked, her tone and body language conveying how tiresome and boring it was for her to have to deal with customers.
"Err, I'd like a pet collar, please." Sue replied nervously.
"Cat or dog." Goth girl sighed loudly; rolling her eyes and giving sue a bored stare.
Feeling her cheeks redden sue spoke the words her Mistress had told her to say. "It's for me." She said flatly, her eyes downcast in embarrassment.
For a moment Goth girl stared at sue, a puzzled frown spreading across her face. "Ok, what type do you want?" she said slowly.
Again sue spoke the exact words her Mistress had instructed her say. Words that would cause her the most acute humiliation. "Would you choose one for me please?" sue felt herself physically cringe with embarrassment; her face glowed like fire and her stomach flipped over.
Goth girl stared at sue, unsure what was going on. "Anything else you want?" She asked suspiciously.
Sue swallowed hard. "I'd like a metal tag to go with the collar with the words, property of Mistress Val engraved on, please." Sue looked down at the floor quickly, unable to meet the shop assistants stare. Humiliation flooded over her giving deep submissive sensations that wrapped around her like a warm blanket. She shuddered and sighed with its intensity.
A slow smile spread across Goth girl's face, now she understood! This meek little thing standing in front of her was a sub or slave carrying out a task for her Mistress. She knew all about the BDSM lifestyle from the Goth clubs she went to, she'd seen and talked to lots of Dommes and subs there. Well ok, she'd play along, it might be fun and it would relieve the boredom of working in this dam shop. Besides she'd always wondered what it would be like to have a little sub to play with. Ideas already forming in her head she moved quickly past sue and locked the shop door, at the same time turning the sign in the window to closed.
"We don't want to be disturbed now, do we?" She said grinning at sue in response to her puzzled look.
From across the street behind the market stall Mistress Val smiled as she watched the shop assistant close up the shop. She hoped her sub would enjoy herself.
Goth girl led sue to a room at the back of the shop, it smelled musty from the animal feed piled in the corner.
"Kneel!" She ordered, pointing to the floor at her feet.
"Now wait a min..." sue began
"Shut up!" Goth snapped, hands on her hips. "Now listen to me. What do you think your Mistress would say if I sent you away from here without the collar or tag? Would she be pleased?"
A sudden panic gripped sue, she would be punished for not completing her task. But the fear of failure was what really mortified her, of having to stand in front of her Mistress and say she hadn't been able to complete her task. In susan's mind that was worse than anything. Obedience to her Mistress was all-important to sue; to serve and please meant everything. To have to face her Mistresses disappointment and displeasure was too awful to contemplate. Anything but that.
"Ok, get out. Go on! Leave my shop." Goth girl waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. "Go and tell your Mistress that you failed her."
"No..no. Please," sue whispered. "i'll do whatever you want." Sinking to her knees at Goth girl's feet.
"Good girl." Goth girl said mockingly, "Now you just do as your told. Ok?"
Sue flushed hotly at the patronising words but felt a flutter of excitement as she succumbed to the familiar urges that rose in response to Goth girl's dominant behaviour. she could feel her submissive feelings starting to seduce her; soon she would be lost in her own secret world, compliant, yielding and obedient. Lost in sensual erotic submission.
Goth girl left sue kneeling on the floor while she fetched a box of collars, she was confident in her hold over the sub, she knew sue would do whatever she was told to do.
