Chapter four
Pay to play
I was back on my hands and knees and swivelling as she walked off, following her to the door and ultimately back to her room.
"Mistress," I said, as she dropped my leash. "I need to relieve myself."
"First you can unlace me," she said, turning her back to me.
I stretched up, undoing the bow I'd tied earlier and loosened the laces. The thought of watching her strip again was clashing with my need to use the toilet.
"You may use the toilet now," she said without turning as she walked over to the dressing table.
I was annoyed, as I'd hoped the contraption would come off now that class was over, as I crawled over to the toilet I wondered if I'd have to sleep with it on. I stood as the door closed behind me, walking over to the toilet and sitting.
Peeing was easy enough and it felt good to empty my bladder, it also made my balls feel better, though I'd need to get this cock cage off before I could fully satisfy that itch.
I put the lid back down and, before I flushed, had a look over the bidet next to it. Licking Rachel's button hole and letting her lick mine had been an unexpected delight, the perfect starter for oral sex.
This bidet was a different shape and not as easy to sit in, that and the normal fountain left me wondering if they used those syringe ones here. My thoughts wandered on, once again wondering if I could persuade Jem and if she'd like it.
Haley was topless when I returned, her corset on the floor beside her as she brushed her hair in the mirror. I crawled across to her and waited to be 'noticed'.
"Well, pick it up and put it in the laundry bin," she scolded.
I sighed inwardly, diverting my annoyance into cursing her as a lazy bitch. Hopping three legged I returned to the bathroom, knowing full well that her tights would be next and then maybe, her panties.
She was sitting on the edge of the bed, the key to my private prison dangling between her breasts. She was still wearing her panties and stockings with a shower cap on as she focused on her pad.
I'd noticed her shoes by the dresser and headed for them. "Wait," she said as I was passing her on the way to the wardrobe.
She stood up and thumbed the stockings down, letting them drop to her ankles. Holding up her feet she said, "Take these as well."
I just had to wait it her out, she'd run out of things soon and it looked like she was headed for the shower. I took her stockings off, and trundled on to the wardrobe.
"What!" she exclaimed, as I was folding the stockings.
As I turned and looked, she was looking at me. "Come here!" she demanded.
"You're a prisoner not a settler?" She asked, her eyes focused on me as I hastily crawled across.
Hoping the question wasn't rhetorical I replied, "Yes Mistress." As I arrived at her feet.
She turned back to her pad, stabbing her finger at the screen for a few seconds then sat waiting. The pad chimed, "Incoming call."
"Accept," she snapped.
Then her face changed, "Mistress Justine."
"Mistress Haley," she replied, "You have a complaint?"
"Well," Haley began, somewhat subdued. "It says in your message that anal is out."
"Yes, I know, I wrote it."
"Well that's part of the fun."
"As I explained, his contract doesn't allow it. Do what I suggested, you can share with your friend Cathy when you get to that part."
"But...."
"But nothing, we went to considerable trouble and expense to find him, it was you that insisted."
"Yes but...."
There's that word 'But' again. If you're not happy we can postpone it and you can drop a class and restart next month."
Haley hesitated, "Thank you Domina. I am happy to continue."
"I'm pleased to hear that," Came the reply.
"Damn," she said quietly, then lay back on the bed.
I couldn't help wonder what would have happened if she'd have said no. I'd have probably been swapped with one of the others. Would it have been frying pan to fire or the other way around? Either way, I was going to suffer.
After a few long seconds, she sat back up and picked up her pad. Tapping the screen she asked, "Define heterosexual sex."
She spent time reading, tapping and flicking her finger over the screen.
"So you can do some anal, licking buttholes comes under heterosexual," she said with a note of triumph.
I snapped my head up to look at her as she leant forwards smiling. "I can't touch yours but you can lick mine. That's better than nothing."
She stood up, her long legs centimetres from me. "You can help me douche before I shower," she announced.
I turned and followed as she brushed past me, glad she'd had her small victory and not minding too much because licking arse was usually followed by licking pussy and Rachel had taught me the best way to do both.
In the bathroom she paused to take her panties off, stepping out and leaving me to pick them up while she walked over to the shower. By the time I'd dumped them in the laundry, she was unrolling a hose out of the bottom corner of the wall.
As I ambled over, she pulled one of those plastic caps from an alcove in the tiles and slotted it on. As she looked up to me, I hurried the last metre.
"Hold that for me, boi," she said, as she thrust the nozzle at me.
She walked over to the cabinet over the sink and came back with a can. She walked back and to the corner. "Give it to me," she requested, holding out her hand.
I passed her the hose back, taking it she sprayed gel over the nozzle and then, putting the can at her feet she smeared it till it all looked thickly coated.
"Here," she said as she handed it to me.
I took it and then she squatted and used the can to put a big blob on the tips of her fingers. Her face softened and her eyelids drooped as she worked it in. "Mm...," she sighed as she withdrew her hand.
