My Dutch pet

Chapter 17

 

For the journey back home from the Mall I allow you to sit in the passenger seat of the car instead of the dog cage.  I do not intend to humiliate you unnecessarily and you have been punished enough for your insolence.

 

When I stop the car outside the house you jump out and run round to open the driver’s door for me, before collecting the bags of shopping from the back seat and following me into the house.  When I walk into the living room and flop down onto the couch you follow me and drop immediately to your knees at my feet.  Without prompting you carefully remove my shoes and kiss each bare foot before starting to massage them both in turn.  I smile to myself as I think how much we have both changed.  I have learnt to control my temper and you appear to have finally accepted your fate.  Not once during the humiliation you suffered this morning did I see any resentment or anger in your eyes.  You knew you had done wrong and accepted your punishment like a true slave.  Time to reward you and myself, I think.

 

Pushing your hands away I stand up, catching your disappointed look.  Smiling I say ‘don’t worry pet, I have further duties for you to perform, and I assure you that you will give me even more pleasure than your ministrations to my feet have done.’

 

Your cock starts stirring immediately as you realise what that means.  Pulling the leash, still attached to your collar I lead you downstairs to the cellar.  You are puzzled and concerned that I am not leading you upstairs to my bedroom.  The cellar to you, unless you are taken there to sleep for the night, is a place for punishment.  Your heart starts pounding wildly in your chest as you wonder what I intend to do to you.

 

Opening the door I lead you in. Unlocking your ankle and wrist chains and removing the leash from your collar I tell you to remove your clothes.  You do so immediately, folding them into a neat pile and placing them on the floor beside your feet.  You feel self conscious standing there naked except for the chastity device encasing your cock.  You feel the urge to cover your genitals with your hands as I stand there looking at you.  I make no move towards you and you wonder if you are supposed to be doing something, instead of just standing there waiting.  It feels weird to be standing in front of me naked and unfettered by chains for the first time since you returned.  We both know that you are in a position where you could try and regain control.  This is the room where it happened before and could easily happen again.  Although you are wearing a cock cage there is no shock ring encasing your balls.  There is nothing to stop you taking me.

 

Taking a step forward you bend down to pick up the discarded manacles from the floor. Holding the manacles in your hands you walk slowly towards me.  You stop in front of me, our eyes meeting but mine giving nothing away. Without taking your gaze from mine you take one set of manacles and snap them shut around your wrists, then bend down and close the others around your ankles.  Dropping to your knees you bend over to rest your forehead on the ground at my feet in a gesture of total submission.

 

I can feel my heart fluttering with a strange sensation that I don’t want to acknowledge so dismiss it as my desire for your body.  Bending down I fondly ruffle your hair and tell you to stand up.  Leading you to the middle of the room I attach your wrist chain to the hook attached to another length of chain hanging from the ceiling.  Using the pulley I pull the chain so that your arms are raised above your head, but not taut as it is not my intention to hurt your arms, merely to prevent you using them.  It is not lost on either of us though, that we have both received vicious whippings while held prisoner in this way.  Understandably you are nervous, you have just given yourself totally to me and you do not know what I intend to do.  You assume you are going to receive the rest of your punishment for falling asleep on my couch, and hope that I will not be too harsh in my whipping of you.

 

Once your arms are secured above your head I replace your ankle chain with a spreader bar so that your legs are also immobilised.  Next I remove the chastity device, gently stroking your cock before letting it go.  Last of all I blindfold you, increasing your fear.  You would rather be able to see what I am going to do, at least then you can prepare yourself for each blow before it falls.  You wonder why I have not gagged you, worrying that today I want the pleasure of hearing you scream in pain.

 

For a while I leave you suspended knowing that the anticipation will heighten your senses.  When I eventually touch you, you automatically flinch in anticipation of the bite of a whip curling round your body.  But instead of feeling pain your nerve endings are assaulted by the tickling sensation of a feather being trailed across your upper body.  Each time the feather touches a sensitive part of your skin you twist your body trying to get away from it, but I am relentless and continue until you are laughing out loud and begging me to stop.

 

‘Please Ma’am, please stop, I can’t bear it. Please release me; please I beg you, don’t tickle me any more!’

 

‘Ok slave I will stop tickling you with the feather, but I have not finished with you yet!’

 

I replace the feather with my nails, at times gently dragging them across your skin causing goose bumps, and then just as you relax digging my nails into your back and dragging them down towards your buttocks, making you tense your body over and over again.  You groan while I am teasing you this way.  Your cock stands to attention and you are desperate to be released from your bonds, even more so as I press my body against yours, grabbing your buttocks to pull you closer to me, rubbing my body against your cock at the same time as I open your mouth with my tongue and kiss you passionately.

 

Releasing your mouth I trail my tongue across your throat, nibbling your right ear with my teeth before continuing to your chest where I gently bite and suck your nipples until they are hard little nubs.  At the same time my hands caress your back, buttocks and thighs.  I can hear your breathing becoming ragged as you are more and more aroused.  By the time my tongue reaches the tip of your cock you can barely control yourself.  Your cock is leaking pre-cum and I know that you desperately want to cum. Your cock twitches as I gently flick my tongue around the head.  You have to use all your self control to stop yourself from trying to thrust your throbbing cock deep into my mouth.  My tongue glides from the head of your cock to the shaft, licking down to the base, stopping at your balls to take them in my mouth one at a time, sucking them and flicking my tongue around them while my mouth holds them.  When I release them I shift position putting my hand between your legs to stroke the sensitive skin between your balls and anus with my tongue, before finally moving on to your anus itself.  A probing finger slowly forces its way inside your tightly puckered hole, followed by another.  As I slowly finger fuck your anus my mouth finds your cock once again.  I match the rhythm of my fingers inside you to the rhythm of my mouth as it works its way up and down your throbbing cock.  It’s not long before I can feel your cock stiffen further in readiness to shoot its precious load into my mouth.  Abruptly I stop blowing you, leaving your cock bouncing in the air, throbbing and wet with saliva.

 

You groan as I pull away, realising that you aren’t going to cum any time soon.  Your moaning is cut off as cup your face in my hands and once again kiss you deeply.  As I kiss you I pull your body tight against mine, letting your cock rub against my groin knowing that it will make you even more frustrated.

 

When I stop kissing you and move away you wonder what is going to happen next, your cock is still rock hard and desperate for release.  You hope to God that I’m not going to just leave you hanging there unsatisfied.  When you hear the rattle of chains and your arms being lowered you are bitterly disappointed.  You really hoped that after offering yourself completely to me, to willingly be my slave that I would treat you more kindly, but it seems I still get a kick out of tormenting you.  You hang your head, glad that you are blindfolded so that I can’t see the tears forming in your eyes.

 

You are therefore surprised when you feel my hands on your shoulders pushing you downwards, and even more surprised when your backside hits a chair and your arms are again pulled high above your head.  What on earth is going on? You wonder, but know better than to ask.

 

Noticing that your cock is shrinking I start stroking it until is again rock hard. 

 

‘Thank you Mistress’

 

I don’t need to ask what you are thanking me for.

 

I realise that your legs are now spread too wide for me to be able to sit comfortably astride you so I crouch down to remove the spreader bar.  However, I still want to you to be immobile so go to the cupboard where I keep the various items I have used to torture you in the past.  When you hear the cupboard door being opened you start panicking.  You know exactly what is kept in there.  Please don’t put the nipple clamps on me or start torturing me after giving me such pleasure.  I have done that so many times in the past, given you pleasure and pain at the same time, you really want this time to be different.

 

When I return to your side I kiss you gently to reassure you and then I bind rope around your chest, waist and legs, tying you securely to the chair.  When I am satisfied that you can’t move I stand over you with my legs either side of the chair and slowly ease myself onto your cock.  As I have not allowed you to stimulate me my pussy is dry and I gasp as the head of your cock slowly pierces the entrance to my vagina.  The pleasure for both of us is immense. My cunt is really tight and your cock forcing its way in is incredibly erotic.  Your cock is really sensitive, after being trapped in a cage for so long and you can’t help letting out a deep groan of pleasure as I finally take your entire length inside me.  With you completely immobile I set the pace, riding your cock slowly at first and then picking up speed.  Somehow sensing each time you are about to cum I stop completely leaving just the head of your cock inside me.  Over and over again I tease your cock until you want to scream in frustration while at the same time loving every minute of what I am doing to you.  Driving you to the edge of ecstasy and then pulling you back from the brink time and time again. 

 

When I can’t stand the teasing myself I fuck you really hard, at the same time curling my fingers through your hair and pulling hard.  Your head is forced back and your lips are so inviting I kiss you deeply, still pounding myself onto your cock again and again until with a shudder I cum.  As soon as I do you let yourself go and shoot your load deep into me. 

 

Finally reaching above you to release your arms from the chain holding them high I hold your face in my hands and kiss your blindfolded eyes, nose and finally your mouth again. Lifting your chained arms over my head to circle my body you pull me close to you, holding me in your arms and stroking my hair, both of us content to stay like that for a while.

 

Eventually, knowing that we can’t stay like that forever, I lift your arms so that I can slide out from under them and climb off you.  For a while I leave you sitting there but the sudden movement of your chair being tilted backwards makes your heart lurch.  What now!  It soon becomes apparent what I intend when the chair is tilted right back so that you are lying on the floor.  Instinctively you realise I am about to sit on your face and open your mouth ready to receive my sopping wet cum soaked pussy. 

 

When you have licked me clean I release you from the chair but leave you blindfolded.  Then I lead you back upstairs, this time to the bathroom where I allow you to wash me in the shower.  It is a novel experience for me to be washed by a man who can’t see what he is doing and somewhat erotic as your hands tentatively touch various parts of my body trying to make sure you have washed all of me. When I decide you have finished I step out of the shower and allow you to dry me with a soft fluffy towel, before I remove the blindfold and release your wrists and ankles allowing you to shower yourself, while I get dressed.  When you have finished showering you dry yourself with the discarded wet towel, put the manacles back on your wrists and ankles, and follow me downstairs to the kitchen.

 

I am secretly pleased that you have become so submissive that you are now willing to put yourself into bondage to serve me.  My gamble of frightening you by sending you to the auction house appears to have paid off well.  It was my intention to allow you to be free from chains, now that I can trust you, and only to place you in bondage when I want to ‘play’ with you.  The only item you would always wear without exception is the collar, but seeing you standing before me naked and chained is very erotic and I am tempted to keep you permanently in chains when at home.

 

I sit and watch you prepare dinner, loving watching your firm buttocks and muscular thighs as you move about the kitchen, and the rattle of the chains making the undisputable statement that you belong to me.  This fine specimen of a man before me is all mine, to do with as I wish! God I am so lucky!  I can feel myself becoming aroused again so lean back in the chair and open my legs wide to give my fingers access to my pussy.

 

Just as I start moaning with pleasure you turn round to serve the meal, nearly dropping the plates at the sight of me sitting at the table; eyes closed masturbating.  You instantly get a hard on, but at the same time feel embarrassed.  What are you supposed to do now?

 

Guessing what I would prefer, you put the plates in the oven to keep warm and move to kneel in front of me.  Gently pulling my fingers from my cunt you first suck my fingers clean and then nestle your head between my legs, running your tongue along my labia, stopping occasionally to nibble and suck my sensitive clitoris.  It doesn’t take long before I cum, soaking your face and hair with my fluids.  You carry on licking me until you have licked my pussy dry and then pull your head away but remain kneeling at my feet.

 

‘Well that was amazing slave.  You are turning into such a good pet, you immediately came to me to give me pleasure when I needed it, without me having to order you.  Your reward for that is to eat your dinner sitting at the table with me, instead of kneeling on the floor at my feet.  Now go and clean your face and hair before you sit down.  I don’t want you at my table stinking of sex and dripping cum into your food’.

 

‘Thank you Mistress, but I did not pleasure you to receive a reward from you.  My role in your house is to serve you to the best of my ability.  I made that promise to you and I do not expect to receive anything in return.  I am not your equal, I am your slave and I do not deserve to sit at my Mistress’ table’.

 

‘Do you intend to disobey my order slave?’

 

‘Umm no Ma’am but….’

 

‘Then get on and do what I have told you to.  If I wanted a discussion I would have invited a friend over for dinner.  As you so rightly pointed out, you are my slave, here to serve me and to obey orders.  If you dare to question me in future you will be punished!’

 

‘I’m sorry Ma’am, please forgive me’.

 

Meekly you stand up and serve my food before going to the bathroom to quickly wash your face and hair, before returning to sit at the table.

 

You are surprised to find a fork and spoon by the side of your plate of pasta.  Hesitantly you pick them up and start to eat, finding it difficult to twirl the pasta round the spoon as you have become unaccustomed to using cutlery.  However, you eat as quickly as you can so that I am not kept waiting for you.  As soon as you have finished you jump up from your chair and collect the plates to wash them.  Although I have a dishwasher I very rarely use it nowadays, preferring to make you do the washing up by hand, but today I surprise you by telling you to load everything into it as we are going out.

 

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While I get ready curling my hair and applying makeup you kneel on the bedroom floor at the end of the bed, knees spread wide apart and your hands clasped tightly behind your head.

 

You are curious to know where we are going as I have never taken you out in the evening; normally I lock you into your cage for the night before going out by myself.  Removing your manacles I pass you a roll neck jumper and a pair of jeans together with a pair of socks and the shoes you were wearing when you were captured.  You want to ask where I got the shoes from as you couldn’t find any of your clothes that fateful day you escaped, but you don’t want to upset me by reminding me of what happened so tactfully stay silent.

 

You have grown so used to being barefoot that it feels uncomfortable to have your feet imprisoned in socks and shoes, but you are not going to complain at being allowed this luxury!  Finally because your arms and legs are free and I still want control over you I unzip your jeans and pull your uncaged cock and balls out and lock the shock ring around your balls, attaching a thin leather leash to the D ring underneath it.   Pushing your cock and balls back into your jeans I pull the zip up as far as it will go with the leash still hanging out. 

 

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As we walk down the street, with you being pulled along behind me you look at the pavement to avoid the stares of people laughing at you being led like a dog.  You can’t understand why I am keeping you on a leash when you have proved to me more than once that you can be trusted, but you guess correctly that I am doing it just because I want to.

 

After a short walk we reach a bus stop with a queue of people waiting, which we join.  You think it odd that we are catching a bus when I have a car at home, not realising that we are using public transport because I want to show you off as my pet, and because I will be drinking alcohol and so unable to drive home.  You keep your head lowered for the whole time we have to wait to avoid the stares of other people in the queue.  You wonder if you will ever get used to being a slave in public.

 

When the bus arrives we climb aboard and I ask how much it will cost for my pet to travel on the bus with me, making your face turn red with embarrassment.  You turn even redder as I tie the leash to one of the vertical poles bolted to the floor and ceiling of the bus.  Tied to a pole like a dog outside a shop, you feel really humiliated, especially as there are a couple of children sitting nearby, one of whom asks me if she can stroke my pet on the head.

 

‘Of course you can love.  Get down on your hands and knees slave so the little girl can touch you’.

 

You do so with difficulty because the leash is now really short and you are forced to move away from the pole so that you can bend down, the further away you are the more painful the tugging on your balls.  You hate every moment as the little girls rubs her hands, sticky from eating sweets all over your face and hair, and hate it even more when I agree that she can ride into town sitting on your back.  After half an hour of you kneeling on the floor with the little girl on your back her mother finally picks her up to get off the bus.  Before she goes she cuddles you round the neck and plants a big sticky kiss on your cheek.

 

‘Bye bye doggy’

 

‘Mm bye Miss’

 

You let out a sigh of relief. Thank God for that.

 

Five minutes later it is our turn to get off.  When we alight from the bus I open the fly to your jeans and laugh as I catch the look of panic on your face. 

 

‘Don’t worry pet I’m not going to be parading you through the streets with your cock hanging out’.

 

‘I’m sorry Mistress. I didn’t mean to….. well you know… I mean if you wish me to display my cock then I will happily do so for you.  Would you like me to take it out?’

 

‘Do you know something slave? You can be so irritating sometimes.  If I wanted to show off your cock then I would do so, I won’t be asking you if you mind! Now shut up before I do change my mind and take it out to display it to the whole world. Now just put the leash inside your jeans and zip yourself back up so we can get going’.

 

Without waiting for you I march off down the street.  By the time you push the leash into your jeans and jiggle it about to try and stop it forming a huge bulge in your pants you have to run to catch up with me.  Hooking your arm through mine I lead you through some doors and into a pub.

 

‘Please ma’am may I ask a question?’

 

‘As long as it isn’t a stupid question feel free’.

 

‘Ma’am why have you brought me here? As a slave am I allowed in a pub?’

 

‘That’s two questions.  We really will have to work on your maths!  We are here because I want a night out.  You are here to look after me and keep all those drunken idiots from groping me.  You are also here to dance with me.  But don’t get too excited, although you will be the one buying the drinks from the bar you won’t be having any alcohol.  I’m not having a repeat performance of the last time you drank. Now come on I want to have some fun!’

 

Clutching the £10 note I have given you, you make your way to the bar to buy me a glass of wine and yourself lemonade.  While waiting you look enviously at the guy stood next to you drinking a pint of ice cold lager.  You would love to drink a pint but know that if you dared order yourself one you would be in deep shit.  Your attention is diverted when you feel a hand slip between your open legs groping your genitals through your jeans.  Smiling to yourself that I am still horny after being pleasured a couple of times already today you put your own hand over mine and give it a gentle squeeze.

 

Your smile turns to a look of horror as you pay the barman and turn round to see not me stood behind you but Chrissie!

 

‘Hello Roy or should that be slave? Are you still Tracey’s slave? Or are you on the available list of free men these days?’

 

‘Umm, umm please Miss Chrissie, please don’t say anything to Mistress Tracey about what happened between us.  She will never forgive me and I am trying my best to be an obedient slave to her.  If she finds out that I have pleasured you I will be severely punished, and worse than that my Mistress will never trust me again. So I beg you please don’t say anything.’

 

‘Hmm would she be pissed off enough to sell you do you think?’

 

You know the way Chrissie’s mind is working.  If I sell you then she can buy you herself.  Shit! You don’t know what to do. How would I react if I found out? Would I be so angry after everything else that has happened that I would send you back to the auction house? Or if you told me the truth would I forgive you?

 

Laughing Chrissie says ‘don’t worry Roy as much as I would love to own you I don’t have the kind of spare cash to be able to afford you.  And I don’t think my boyfriend would allow it.  There is no way he would stand by while another man fucked me, although maybe he wouldn’t consider you to be a man as you are only a piece of meat with a cock. It’s not as if you have any status in life that would make him jealous. But of course boyfriends are easily got rid of, and if the opportunity ever arose to make you mine, well who knows.  But don’t worry your secret is safe with me.  For the time being….’ 

 

Resentment rises in you that she considers you to be less than human and in her eyes just a fucking machine that you want to retaliate but you dare not.  But your fear that I will find out is stronger than your resentment of her so you meekly reply ‘thank you Miss Chrissie.’

 

Before you can say anything further she grabs hold of your arm and steers you towards me.

 

‘Look who I found at the bar Tracey.  You didn’t tell me that Roy had come over from Holland to visit you! Why don’t you come and join the other girls and we can have a catching up session.  I’m sure there are lots of adventures that Roy has had since we last saw him that he would love to tell us about!’

 

Groaning inwardly to myself I allow us to be guided towards a seating area to join my other friends.  It looks as if this evening is going to turn out differently than expected and I will have to tell them about you sooner than I planned.  Once they find out you are now a slave they are bound to want to have a party at my house with you as the entertainment.  But I decide that to save you public humiliation from people you have met before as a free man that I will try and keep it a secret for as long as I can.

 

As I sit down I say brightly ‘hi everyone, you remember Roy don’t you? He’s come over to England to work.  He’s transferred to the English Navy and is working at the Naval Base but has a couple of days off. Come on Roy, sit down.’

 

Before I can stop her Chrissie grabs your arm and pulls you down next to her.  Turning red you look at her hoping she isn’t going to say anything.  She winks at you in return before resting her hand casually on your thigh.

 

I catch the look between you and notice her hand draped across your thigh and feel uneasy, but for now I don’t have time to think any more about it as my friends start bombarding you with questions.  Chrissie especially asks lots of questions about why are you over here, how long for, where are you staying etc.  I can’t understand why she in particular is being so nosey, not realising that she is teasing you, because she knows full well why you are here.

 

You feel panic stricken at being asked so many questions.  You are terrified that you won’t remember the lies you have told and that you will get caught out later on.  You are also not sure if you should be lying to my friends or whether you are supposed to tell them you are a slave, but as I introduced you to them as being here with the Navy you hope that telling lies is the correct thing to do.  A couple of glances in my direction confirm that I think you are doing okay and you should continue as you are.

 

After half an hour I can see that you are settling into your role of being a free man as you start talking to me as if I am your equal, even daring to tell me to get the next round of drinks in.  Glaring at you doesn’t have any effect so icily I say ‘I don’t think so Roy, you promised to take me out this evening remember? You are the guy; you should be buying all the drinks!’

 

The icy tone of my voice stops you in mid sentence.

 

Realising instantly that you have overstepped the mark you quickly apologise ‘I’m really sorry ma’am I didn’t mean to be rude. I was only joking; I would never expect a lady to buy her own drinks. I will go to the bar now’.

 

However, I know that you don’t have enough money left on you to buy drinks for everyone so I suggest that perhaps it is time we moved on.  ‘After all’ I smile to my friends ‘this is supposed to be a romantic reunion for us.  I’m sure that you understand I don’t want to share him with you lot all night!’

 

Taking our leave of them we walk outside.

 

‘Ok slave, I’m not going to punish you for being rude to me.  I know that you forgot your place for a while, and you did cope well with the situation you were thrown into, but if we do see them again then you had better remember that while you must seem to be a free man to them, you respect me at all times. Oh and don’t call me ma’am in front of them.  One of them might notice and question it’.

 

‘I apologise Mistress, it was completely unforgivable.  I am grateful that you do not wish to punish me but I know that I deserve it, so as soon as we return home I will tie myself to the whipping post so that you may punish me as you see fit.  Please Mistress I beg you not to make allowances for such appalling behaviour.’

 

‘Slave, I get really irritated when you keep answering me back, and questioning my decisions.  I decide when you are punished and when you are not, not you! But because you have pissed me off I will give you what you want.  When we get home you will receive 20 lashes and will sleep in your cage instead of on the floor by my bed. Happy now?’

 

‘Yes Mistress. Thank you’.

 

Exasperated, knowing you have goaded me into doing exactly what you want I march off down the street.  I intend to get seriously drunk! So if you think you are in for an easy whipping you are sadly mistaken!