Pet Shop

A bill that I received had to get paid fast, so I decided to drop the letter with my payment directly off at the post office so it would get there as soon as possible. My friend, the postmaster, saw me and called out, "Chloe... we got in a few new sets of stamps." So I took several minutes looking them over, and bought 2 new sets, which I stored in my purse. When I left the post office, I noticed a pet shop had opened in the nearby strip mall. Being a dog person, a puppy just melts my heart. I had to see if they had any, because I just love visiting with them when I have a chance.

They had a wide selection of cute puppies, and a small area where a person could interact with them. I wouldn't have minded if the saleswoman would've released them all in the play area so they could all crawl over me, giving me enthusiastic puppy kisses, but I could only see them one at a time. Each seemed to me to be cuter in its own way, and I had a great time. After playing with the puppies, I realized I had to get home, since it was now later than I'd thought.

As I was leaving, I walked through a display of items for a new dog owner. An assortment of collars looked interesting. As I looked at them, a tall leather collar caught my eye. It was a couple of inches high and deep black. One of its features was that it was a locking collar that could take a small lock to keep it on, plus it had a sturdy ring attached in front.

Looking around quickly and not seeing anyone nearby, I opened it and placed it around my neck to see if it would fit. It did, and felt as if it was made especially for me. The price wasn't bad so I decided that I had to have it. Carrying the collar now in my hand as I was heading for the front of the store, I noticed in the cat supplies that they had small bells that were meant to be placed on cat collars so you can find them. I selected one and continued to the cashier.

When I got there he prepared to ring my purchases up, but he politely asked, "Hello, Miss... did you find everything you needed?" I was about to answer yes but he added, "One moment... there's one more thing. I'll be right back." He walked away and returned with a small display of locks that were meant to be part of the collar purchase.

Because the collar I was buying came with a lock, and since there was no line of people waiting, I took my time picking the right one. Once I found one that was shaped like a heart, I knew that would be perfect. After I handed it to him, he rang up the collar, lock, and bell.

I handed him the money, got my change and receipt and started to leave. As I walked out of the store, I realized he must've seen me try on the collar. I glanced back and he was wearing a huge smile like he knew my planned real use for it. That made me blush deeply, and my blush stayed with me as I hurried home with my new toys, a little embarrassed that the clerk probably guessed how kinky I am.

When I entered my apartment, I was compelled to try my new purchases. Attaching the small bell to the front ring was pretty easy. Next, I placed the collar on me and locked it on the right side of my neck with that heart shaped lock. Jingling as I moved, I ran to a mirror and looked at the slut in the mirror. Deciding that a slave didn't deserve clothes, I removed my clothes until all I had on was the collar.

Since I'd decided to wear the collar for the foreseeable future, I stayed nude as I climbed the stairs so that I could store the keys upstairs in my jewelry box. After that, I did some necessary chores, mainly the dishes and the laundry. It felt really good to be naked and wearing the collar, especially when the clothes went into the dryer. I sat on it once it'd warmed up and really enjoyed the vibrations on my pussy as the clothes tumbled in the dryer. As a reward for getting my chores done, I tilted my pelvis to get more vibrations on my pussy and clit, and played with my stiffening nipples until I had a satisfying cum. I just wished I had someone I trusted to play with me, and hold my keys.

When I was done I said to myself, "I'll have to visit the shop again soon to see if I can find new toys for my games." It wasn't very long before the opportunity presented itself. Two days later, I was out and about when I found myself near the new pet shop, so on the spur of the moment I decided to stop in. Of course, I still played a little with the various puppies, and got a lot of sweet puppy kisses.

Then I began to search the aisles, since I wanted to inspect the pet supplies more closely. I made my way over near a woman a bit older than me who was looking at the displays when she exclaimed, "Aha! Just what I was looking for, I think!" She carefully opened a box and pulled out this metal thing. It was stainless steel about a foot and a half long and it was spiraled like a screw. It had a sturdy cable attached to it that terminated in a carabiner clip. "Perfect!" she stated, and grabbed a second identical box.

Since I had no idea what they were, I asked tentatively, "Excuse me, but what are those used for?"

Smiling, she said, "These are anchors used for keeping a dog in the yard. You screw the post into the ground, and the cable attaches to their collar, letting them roam in a circular area around the post."

"Oh I understand. Thank you," I told her politely, and I turned my attention to the collar selections again. There was one collar I thought that could pass as jewelry so I could wear it out in public. I didn't realize she was watching me as I selected that collar and quickly tried it on. She walked silently, suddenly getting behind me and I felt her hand touch the back of the collar. Within the blink of an eye, I heard a click and my hands flew to the back of my neck. It only took a moment to determine that the woman had locked this collar on me. It locked in the back, and she'd applied a rod there that was keyed to a special tool, which she pocketed!

She took my hand and walked me to the check out counter. When we got there, she told the salesclerk, "I'll take the collar she has on her neck, plus the locking rod and tool, and these two anchor posts." Without batting an eye, he rang it up. I must've been bright red in my face, standing there dying of shame but he seemed not to even notice. The woman then walked me out of the store and handed me a small card and said, "Be at my home tomorrow at 10 am." Without another word, she turned and got into her car and drove away as I stood there stupefied, jaw dropped, touching the collar on my neck.

Since I was now locked in a collar that someone else controlled, I was completely shocked by the suddenness of the interaction. But after a while I realized this was like my fantasy of a playmate taking control, and that thought really aroused me. She seemed nice, but the mystery of that swift encounter excited me also.

All evening I kept touching the collar and looking at myself in a mirror for time to time, wondering if I should take the next step and actually go to her home. I was tired of playing alone and wanted to experience real play and be under the control of another person. I wanted some measure of safety, though. So I left a very obvious note stating the address of the person I was going to visit -- just in case.

The next morning came and I found myself driving to her home, which was located outside of town in a rural area. As usual when I was going to an unfamiliar location, I got lost. That meant I was about 20 minutes late from the time she'd stated, and I hoped she wouldn't be angry. I drove onto her property thinking there was a lot of open land but as I got close to her home and looked back, I realized there were a lot of trees blocking the view to and from the highway.

She greeted me at the door, saying, "Chloe... I'm glad you made it. I know that finding my place is not the easiest thing to do. I'm Samantha, by the way. Will you help me with the lunch preparations?"

I was relieved that she was smiling even though I was late, and happy to help her. Then, lunch ready, she made us a drink and we sat down, ate, drank and talked. This let us get to know one another better, and after a lot of chatting, I felt very comfortable with her so I finally confessed my story of how I wished to find a kinky partner. Blushing a little, I tried to explain how I felt when she suddenly locked this collar on me, and then virtually walked away, leaving me feel owned in some manner.

That prompted her to ask me, "So Chloe, what exactly is your experience in the world of bondage?"

Blushing a little deeper, I said, "Samantha, my actual experience is very limited -- mostly to some self bondage play. I'm limited to what toys I can use because of the cost. And I can't branch out from self bondage because I've not found the right person that I could trust. I was both shocked and pleased when you locked this collar on me, taking control, and then just leaving me like this. I know I could go to a locksmith and get the lock removed, but I decided that I didn't actually want to do that." By this point, my heart was racing inside my chest, and I felt prickles of nervous sweat here and there. I was truly laying my cards on the table for this woman, and hoping she'd at least be sympathetic.

She looked me up and down, and mentioned, "I'm looking for a companion / maid to help around the house and help at the parties that I give once in a while. The job would be a live-in position, so you could save on rent and food. I think you might like living here. Let me show you the room you could stay in." Her home was really big and nice to say the least, and my potential room was fantastic. And when she mentioned the salary she had in mind, it was actually double what I was now making in my current very low paying job. I was sold.

I moved into her house and moved my boxes into my room. As I unpacked, it gave me the motivation to clean out some stuff I should have gotten rid of a long time ago.

Samantha noticed how little I had when I moved in and she tapped me on my shoulder saying, "If you're going to live here with me you have to look nice." She virtually dragged me to the mall and we went from shop to shop and she pointed out things for me. She was changing my wardrobe from head to toe. I noticed she'd like me to wear, shall we say, 'sexy things' from the stores. These consisted of short skirts and low cut tops and every thing fit quite snugly on me.

In about the third store, I got worried and whispered to her, "Sorry, but I can't pay for stuff like this."

She whispered back, "Consider it a perk of the job." She had the woman in one of the nicer shops record all my measurements for her and give them to her for future purchases and for them to keep a copy on file.

I took to my house duties very seriously and really enjoyed it. I asked her, half joking, "Should I have a uniform to look the part of your housemaid?"

Smiling, she replied, "Oh, my thoughts exactly. I have one on the way. So until the uniform arrives, I'd like you to wear a skirt and white blouse, and no bra or panties." I didn't mind dressing like that, since it made me feel really sexy.

About two weeks passed before the delivery occurred and I signed for the box containing the uniform. I moved the box to her office and informed her it had arrived. She led me back to her office and opened the box.

She smiled, "You'll like this," as she held up a latex maid's uniform. It had a short skirt and was cut very low in the front. It came with a ruffled petticoat that held the skirt out. It also had ruffled panties and black high heels with ankle straps. She stated, "Of course, don't wear the panties when you're at home." She added, "There is a nylon outfit also in here, and it matches the latex one. Now it's time -- I want you to try on the latex one."

Since I'd never worn latex before, I asked, "Can you please help me?" Naturally I didn't mind being naked in front of her, since she'd seen me in that state many times already.

Once she'd showed me and helped me get it on, I stood there looking at myself in the mirror and I even impressed myself. I thought I looked really good and I loved how the petticoat lifted the skirt outward. I realized I'd have to be careful how I moved or my lack of panties would be on display. To be honest, the thought that I might be flashing our visitors from time to time gave me a miniature thrill.

I turned to Samantha and hugged her and kissed her, telling her how much I loved the outfits. She hugged me tight, whispering to me, "Now that you're properly attired, this changes things a bit."

She led me outside and walked me away from the house. I was wondering what was going on. She stopped and pointed at two objects sticking out of the ground. They were metal, and it took me a second to recognize them. They were the two dog screw anchors she'd bought at the pet store the day that we'd met.

She said, "Try to pull them out of the ground." Try as I might I couldn't budge them. "Good. Now stay here and don't move," she commanded. Thereupon she walked back to the house. Returning in a few minutes, she now wore shorts made of leather, which made her legs look really amazing. She was also carrying a box. "OK, Chloe... kneel down between the two metal posts."

Once I was kneeling, she leaned me forward until my head touched the grass. Once I was in that position, she pulled both of my wrists back through my spread apart legs. I could hear her handling something that jingled metallically, and then felt a handcuff close around my ankle first, followed by my wrist. She snapped the carabiner on the cable from the anchor post onto the chain that connected the handcuffs. She did the same thing with a second set of handcuffs on my other wrist and ankle, and anchored those to the other post. There wasn't much slack left in either cable, so I couldn't even draw my knees closer together.

I was outside in the open, exposed and restrained. Because of my pose, the skirt and petticoat rose up and exposed my sex. I was helpless. I couldn't move and she even moved my skirt further up on my back!

"Now you'll learn that you're my property and that your job in life is to please and serve me, since you're my personal slut," she informed me. "I want you to tell me what you are now, slut."

Because I was still in shock from the suddenness of being trapped like this, I was too confused to answer her. After a short period of me not answering, she commanded, "Well -- tell me, I said!"

She continued, "You're my slut!" After reminding me of that fact, she emphasized each letter of the word with harsh slaps on my bare ass cheeks and upper thighs with a riding crop!

"S"------------------- *whack!*

"L"------------------- *whack!*

"U"------------------- *whack!*

"T"------------------- *whack!*

"Now, what are you?" she purred.

Parts of my body felt like they were on fire! I quickly yelled, "Oh my god! I'm your slut!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

For a moment a cool breeze caressed my bare flesh. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I moaned.

"Are you my personal whore?" Samantha asked.

Fearful, I answered very quickly this time! "Yesssssssssssssss I'm your personal whore! My job is to make you happy, Mistress!" I cried out.

"Good girl," she purred again. "One hour," she said and walked away leaving me all alone there. Moments later, she returned and placed in front of me a timer that ticked loudly. Looking at it seemed to make my time go even slower.

As I knelt there, I thought about my changed situation. I was very ashamed and still hurt some. I was trapped and exposed and I realized that even though things had changed rather abruptly, I hoped it might be for the better. I was now something that I'd only fantasized about -- a real submissive being controlled by another person.

Given the way I was bound, I couldn't see much, especially behind me. But when the hour's time had just about elapsed, I heard footsteps approaching me and her voice saying, "I'm now going to see about using my property."

Her hands ran over my ass and legs. Next I felt a dildo run along my pussy lips, causing me to tense up as I waited. Then I felt it start to press inward. My labia opened and I moaned as it entered me. It felt very big and penetrated deep. Helpless, I couldn't do anything other than mentally sit back and enjoy the ride.

She moved it in and out. The way it stretched and filled me felt really nice. I could tell she was adding lube on it as she pushed in and out.

"Tell me slut, you like this don't you?" she questioned from behind me.

"Yess, Mistress. Oh my god! It's wonderful!" I groaned.

"Say you're my personal slut!" she demanded.

"Yes Mistress! I'm your personal slut. Train me as you wish! Ohhhhhhhhhh," I moaned as I could no longer hold back my climax.

As I quivered and shook, what I didn't expect was feeling something shoot into me. It felt like a real ejaculation, but I didn't understand until later that the toy she was using had a pump that could shoot fluids into me. That was my first fuck and cum while I was restrained and under the control of another person. It was wonderful.

Soon thereafter, Mistress Samantha threw a party, inviting many of her friends over. She had me wear the latex maid outfit again, without panties, of course. During the day, I worked hard, preparing the food and drinks under her supervision. She had me stay in the kitchen and personally went to greet her guests as they arrived and helped them find comfortable seats in the large living room. I figured that next, she'd have me carry out trays with the food and drinks, but I was wrong to try to anticipate her plans.

Instead, she hooked a leash to my collar, and had me get down on my hands and knees. She whispered in my ear, giving me instructions on how I should behave during her upcoming presentation of me. She even tugged down the top of my outfit until my breasts spilled out into the fresh air. Then she led me on the leash, crawling on my hands and knees, out into the living room. I blushed a deep red with humiliation as I felt all the eyes of those strangers staring at me.

Samantha spoke, "I want to introduce my new pet. Her name is Chloe." She paused, then continued, "Greet my nice friends, Chloe."

Doing as I'd been coached moments before, I began a happy barking and yipping, and wagged my ass back and forth as if wagging my tail. Everyone began laughing at me and my behavior, and my humiliation transformed into mortification. And, to my surprised shock, my body reacted with extreme arousal! I could feel myself starting to lubricate like mad! My pussy lips puffed up and my scent wafted into the air all around me.

"You may speak normally now, Chloe. So tell all my friends what you are," Samantha commanded me.

My voice broke a little since I was choked up with a lot of emotions, but I blurted out, "I am Mistress Samantha's slut... I am her whore and I'm her pet and toy. I am thrilled that she is training me."

"Excellent, my pet. Now I'm going to walk you along in front of all my friends. Friends, as we pass by, feel free to pet her, touch her, explore her -- get to know her better."

In seconds, as I crawled along, I felt hands making contact with me. Some petted my head like they would a dog, but others reached under my torso to grasp one of my dangling breasts and tug at it, even going so far as to pinch my nipple which was very swollen with arousal. Other hands patted my back, but when they saw that my ass was fully exposed, hands immediately went there, too. The smooth, bare skin of my ass cheeks got petted, caressed, and even swatted as people laughed and made ribald comments. Some fingers even stroked my pussy lips as the people laughed at how wet I was!

But Mistress wasn't done playing with me, her pet. She had me climb onto the cleared off coffee table so everyone would have a better view of me. That was when she produced an anatomically correct penis dildo. "It looks like I won't have to add any lubricant this time!" she announced loudly. The onlookers tittered and chuckled, watching intently now. I trembled with a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation since I'd never had sex with an audience before. I was getting a little dizzy from hyperventilation, and had to make a conscious effort to slow my nervous breathing.

But all that seemed to vanish the moment she pressed that fake cock into my wet, flowing honey pot. My back arched a little as my head tilted back so I could gasp and moan as my intimate area was stretched and filled. Once she'd embedded the cock as deep as it could go, she slipped her free arm under my torso and pressed it across the fronts of my thighs. That stabilized me, and gave her the leverage to start fucking me hard with the dildo!

People were clapping and calling me names like 'slut', 'fuck hole', 'puta', 'whore' and 'cum dump' -- each word fueled my humiliation and arousal until I started vibrating on top of that coffee table, groaning and moaning as Mistress Samantha forced me to cum before all those strangers, as they stared intently at me! It was obvious that I was starting to cum, so she commanded me, "Cum, my slutty pet! Show them all what a sleazy piece of filth you are! You needy, greedy, whore!" Those words intensified and prolonged my orgasm, and it was amazing!

I may have spaced out for a minute, or perhaps several minutes. When I was able to refocus my eyes, Mistress Samantha was kneeling next to the end of the coffee table, staring into my eyes. Her hands came up to make contact with either side of my face so she had my full attention as my eyes met hers. She'd left the dildo inside me, filling me. The room had become very quiet, even though I was aware that everyone must be staring at my body, posed there on naked display. "Did you enjoy that orgasm, slut?" Mistress Samantha asked me. "Even with all these people watching? Answer me loudly enough so they can all hear your answer."

"Yes, Mistress! That orgasm was perhaps the best I've ever had! Thank you for making me cum so hard!" I answered with a loud, clear voice.

"Good... I thought you might have a deep streak of exhibitionism in you. Now I want you to have another orgasm while we watch," she informed me. At that moment, the dildo inside my love tunnel started to move! Her hands were still holding either side of my face, so it was impossible for me to turn my head and look back! I'm sure my eyes widened in shock!

"Mistress... who's fucking me, please?" I asked, already starting to make tiny moaning sounds.

"Remember, pet... you asked me to train you as I see fit. So as part of that training you will be fucked by whoever I decide I want to see fucking you. And you will submit to that fucking because you know that it'll please me to see it happening. Is that clear?"

I groaned loudly, my eyeballs already starting to roll back in their sockets from the combination of being on display and being fucked by some unknown person. "Yesss, Mistress. I'm your fuck toy." My orgasm was building fast. "Your slut... *moan* your pet... *moan* your whore to be... *moan* used and used!" My voice became a howl of release! Again the onlookers applauded and made lewd suggestions.

I heard one woman say, "I'm planning a party of my own next week. Perhaps you and your pet can attend as the star attraction. Is she any good at cunnilingus?"

"That's an excellent question. We should find out," my Mistress said. She pulled her skirt up above her waist, revealing a pussy lacking panties and covered with well trimmed, downy hairs. She sat on the end of the coffee table with her pussy right under my face. Her spicy scent wafted into my nostrils, tantalizing me. "Try eating my pussy, pet," she commanded.

I'd never done that before, so my first licks were tentative, but they were enough to get her juices flowing, and appearing at her slit. Once I'd tasted them, I was hooked. My tongue invaded the source of her juices, parting her folds and delving into her tunnel. My tongue tip got very active, exploring, tapping, flipping about, stroking the wondrous tissues. My lips got busy, producing suction. My throat got busy swallowing and swallowing. I'd forgotten the crowd entirely. I was in heaven, dining on the angelic nectar she was feeding me. When she came, I got to swallow a slightly different fluid and found I liked it even more. So I kept trying to make her cum and cum. After my Mistress felt she couldn't handle any more climaxes, she lifted my head away from her pussy, whispering, "Enough, pet."

When she got her breath back, she announced, "Yes, I can guarantee that my pet is good at cunnilingus."

The woman that was asking about her party next week asked, "We've seen how well she reacts to a dildo fucking. Can she also be fucked by men?"

"You heard me tell her that as part of her training, she will fuck anyone I tell her to fuck, so that's a given. I know she's not a virgin."

Mistress and I attended that party. I entered that house naked, crawling next to Mistress who held the leash to my collar. I knew she'd written 'Party Slut' on my back and my tummy, making it very clear that I was here to be used. And use me, they did. I was fondled, groped, fingered and spanked. I ate whatever pussy my Mistress pointed out to me. I was fingered to orgasm, and fucked with strap-ons. And whenever Mistress told me to hold still because a man she'd picked was going to fuck me, I submitted. Of course once the fucking became intense, I couldn't hold still -- I fucked back on the cock! And the fluids that jetted into me weren't the fluids from Mistress's fancy dildo -- they were warm semen! My streak of exhibitionism got quite a workout at that party, and at subsequent parties we attended.

Since those days I've been Mistress Samantha's loyal and loving companion/slave. I'm truly happy for finding a real partner that cares for me, and gives me what I need. I'm so glad I happened into that pet shop that fateful day.