Baras's pets crawled over on their hands and knees, bottoms wiggling enthusiastically, to greet him as he entered his apartment in the west wing of the country house.
Each was wearing nothing but a baby pink dog collar studded with fake diamonds and a bone shaped tag. Their butt plug tails wagged as their bottoms gyrated. A five foot five Brunette from Romania, sported a tag saying "Trixi" whilst the other girl's tag was engraved with "Dotty". Dotty was from Estonia and in contrast was blond and blue eyed. To finish the look, their cute little noses were blacked with mascara and their hair pulled up in little bunches high on their heads like ears. Of course these were not their real names, officially they were merely numbers to Baras but he always enjoyed giving his special pets nicknames which he could train them to respond to.
It had been a busy afternoon making the final touches for tonight's dinner party for his billionaire client Dimitri Kolotov and his guests and Baras had just a few hours to rest and ready himself to oversee the event.
Ursula, Baras's trusted PA and housekeeper emerged from the kitchen.
"Now now puppies, calm down. Master won't be giving you a treat if you don't behave," she cooed.
The two nineteen year old girls didn't understand a word. They'd been chosen by Baras as his latest pets partly because of their lack of English. It was far more fun training them to learn simple commands much as you would a real puppy.
"Sit!" Baras barked.
Both girls sat back on their haunches, tongues out.
"Good girls," he patted each and from out of his coat pocket produced two chocolate truffles which he fed to the puppies.
"Have the puppies been good today Ursula?"
"I'm afraid not Mr Baras. I was doing some washing earlier and hadn't noticed that Dotty needed to go out. She ended up leaving a little puddle by the back door. I rubbed her nose in it of course but I thought I'd wait for you to punish her properly."
The puppies had been trained to pee outside, regardless of the weather, the toilet was only for them to use first thing in the morning when they would be permitted to remove their buttplugs and defecate.
Baras sighed looking directly into the bright blue eyes of his puppy. "Bad puppy, Ursula, would you fetch me the cane please."
Once Ursula had handed over the cane, Baras told the girl who he'd named Dotty to "present." She obediently lifted he arse into the air and spread her legs.
Her master began to rain down strokes on the poor puppy slave's bare behind, her "tail" swinging back and forth in time with the strikes of the cane. On each strike, as she had been trained to do, the girl made a little yelping sound. After a few minutes her bottom was crisscrossed with angry red stripes and tears streamed down her face.
Baras pulled the girl up on her feet and kissed her gently on the forehead whilst caressing her sore behind.
"There, there puppy, all done. Master had to punish you but it's over now," pulling her towards him and stroking her hair.
The next hour consisted of Baras relaxing on the sofa with a glass of wine whilst playing fetch and tug with his puppies as Ursula prepared dinner.
The pets were fed the same food as Ursula and Baras enjoyed except of course they ate theirs from dog bowls on the floor. Baras couldn't wait any longer once dinner was finished. He'd been in an almost constant state of arousal since arriving back at the apartment and could feel the wetness of precum on the inside of his pants. He thanked Ursula for the meal, attached leashes to his pets and lead them to the bedroom. There was just about time for a little fun before getting ready for the dinner party.
*****
The two girls who'd been selected to form the "centrepiece" for tonight's depraved dinner party were lying on the large soft bed in the "green room" apartment where they'd spent the day. They'd enjoyed massages and both had received pedicures and manicures. Jol, the teenager from Nigeria sported ice white nails with black stars which contrasted starkly with her beautiful dark skin tone. Megan on the other hand had jet black nails, her hair was now peroxide white, even the little landing strip between her legs.
"How do your nipples feel now?" Megan asked, leaning over towards the black girl.
"They're still a little sore but nothing compared to when they put these rings through, it's just a little painful here," she replied, touching just behind the tip of one nipple.
Megan stretched over her to the bedside table returning with a cream. "Let me put some of this on them, it will really help."
Jol laid back as Megan began to gently rub the soothing gel into her abused nipples. She had never been with a girl before becoming a sex slave but the attention was already making her nipples stand on end.