Ensnaring Lilly Ch. 11

IN THIS CHAPTER: Lilly succumbs to the remote controlled vibrator that Michelle inserted in her pussy. Mistress Tallenger clarifies the time Lilly spent with the Vatspalts. Learning the truth results in conflicting emotions of arousal and betrayal for Lilly. A very secret, very powerful organization has been working for years to guide Lilly to the realization of who she really is. Lilly is faced with an important decision and begs for a public release.

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Her first instinct was to run. She would bolt out the door, take a cab to the train station and be gone. She'd figure out the rest later.

Then the Cumquat came to life.

Lilly grabbed the back of her chair as her knees buckled. Her abdomen convulsed and she bent at the waist. The slightest movement applied pressure in a new part of her anatomy and she was all but frozen in place.

"Sit down, please," Mistress Tallenger said quietly. She was smiling as if they were old friends. "There is no need to make a scene."

Thomas squiggled his finger on the screen and her cunt sizzled. Lilly moaned between pursed lips. The intense arousal fought with her desire to flee. The Cumquat ratcheted up another couple notches and Lilly sighed as the waves of a climax built. Furrowing her brow, she whined, "Stop. You're going to make me cum."

"Lilly, honey," Michelle said, "it's okay, we just want to talk. Go ahead and sit down. Be a Good Girl and Thomas will stop playing."

Thomas moved his finger, sliding it upward and now Lilly could hear the vibrator, despite the noises being made in the restaurant. It quivered manically and she squeezed her pelvic muscles tightly. She wanted to pee and poop and fart and cum all at the same time. Her stomach was a jumbled knot and her heart was racing. It seemed as if every molecule from her bellybutton to her knees were shooting around like atoms. Even her buttcheeks tingled.

"Sit, Lilly," Mistress Tallenger repeated. "I mean it."

With droplets of sweat popping up across her forehead, Lilly gently took her seat. The Cumquat, held fast by the skintight latex panties, pushed deeper inside and now it felt like her intestines were simmering. The moment she sat down, Thomas reduced the intensity and she sighed with relief.

But he didn't turn it off. It sat there in her womb, like a busy bee: buzz, buzz, buzz. The bee's stinger rested atop her clit, keeping her on the sharp edge of an orgasm and the sensation was incapacitating. Once seated, Lilly couldn't help but open her legs in an attempt to relieve the pressure. Her skirt hiked up to her hips, revealing the translucent panties.

"That's my Good Girl," Mistress Tallenger cooed as she gazed at Lilly's crotch. "Any Pet of mine must always have her pussy available for me to survey... or take action upon." She smiled, took a sip of tea, leaned over and ran her fingers lightly over the underpants. It had been days since Lilly had shaved and a hazy dark splotch of her mahogany pubic hair was visible beneath the panties. It was matted and shiny with vaginal discharge. Mistress Tallenger frowned.

"It's bothersome that you have let yourself go, Lilly. That's going to be addressed." The redhead eyed the little opaque orange bump and pressed the clit stimulator down firmly on Lilly's button, not caring if anyone in the restaurant observed what she was doing. Lilly mewed like a lamb. Her breasts and tummy trembled, her cheeks flushed.

Straightening up, Mistress Tallenger removed her finger and said, "Let's have a little talk, shall we?" When Lilly didn't immediately answer, she nodded to Thomas, who squiggled his finger over the phone screen.

"Oomph!" Lilly pinched her eyes closed and grabbed the table. The silverware tinkled. "Yes, yes!" It was a tight whisper.

Rebecca arched an eyebrow. "Yes, what?"

"Yes, Mistress. Yes!"

"Thomas."

The Cumquat was reduced to a lower level and Lilly slowly relaxed. She didn't immediately comprehend how Mistress Tallenger had found her but Rebecca took care of that right away. She removed the hat she was wearing and her beautiful long red hair spilled over her shoulders. She leaned over and kissed Michelle and then gave Thomas a kiss as well. "Thank you both for all your help. I appreciate it."

"It was our pleasure." This was Michelle. "She's adorable and we had a lot of fun with her last night."

"Her asshole is... lovely," Thomas said.

Eyeballing Lilly, Mistress Tallenger looked displeased. She said, "Yes, we are going to go into that a bit later. When I asked her some questions the other night, she claimed she had never had anal sex. I don't have patience for Pets who lie to me."

Lilly looked away. "I'm sorry."

"Thomas."

He tapped the screen and the Cumquat resonated with force. Lilly went ridgid, one leg went out and the other curved under her chair. "Oh, God," she said. The beads of sweat now seeped down her forehead, stinging her eyes. Rebecca nodded and Thomas dialed back the intensity.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I'm sorry, Mistress."

"That's better, dear. Now sit still and listen very carefully. It's time for some clarity."

The server came over and placed a large pot of tea and a plate of croissants in the middle of the table. The young woman glanced at the lanky brunette girl who seemed dazed. Looking lower, her eyes lingered over Lilly's opened thighs. She smiled and then spoke something softly into Mistress Tallenger's ear.

Rebecca smiled. "Yes, Hailey, she's a new Pet."

More whispers. Rebecca, who laughed lightly, said, "Maybe. We shall see. This one still needs a lot of work."

The waitress kissed Mistress Tallenger gently on the cheek before taking a slight bow and then leaving. Rebecca said to Lilly, "Hailey is in training. She wondered if I would loan you to her for an evening. She apparently has some new nipple weights and a vaginal dilator she's anxious to break in."

Lilly said nothing. Her eyes were closed and she took deep breaths in an effort to hold her orgasm at bay. Claire, however, stirred.

Rebecca added some milk and honey to her cup and took a dainty sip. Lilly, finally getting herself under some control, opened her eyes and was once again taken by the woman's beauty and sheer confidence. Despite the loose clothing, Rebecca's impressive breasts were obvious beneath the turtleneck sweater she wore. Her nipples stood at attention and their overall size rivaled Lilly's D-cups.

Her skin was pale and her face symmetrical with classically high cheekbones, a strong chin and piercing blue eyes. She wore red lipstick and dark eye shadow. It was clear the woman worked out as her shoulders were broad, even in the generously cut shirt she wore. "Powerful" was the word that came to Lilly. Mistress Tallenger demanded attention and Lilly sat rapt, Claire drooling a hot pool in the rubber panties, her own nipples rock hard.

Buzz, buzz, buzz went the Cumquat.

Mistress Tallenger cleared her throat. "You may not know this, dear, but we met years ago in Northern California. You were tied over a couch and a few of my male Pets at the time spitroasted you. If I remember correctly, more than a dozen men entered that 'virgin' asshole of yours that evening."

Lilly didn't say anything, but she did recall the vacation in Napa. The men in the Vatspalt family had taken her with them and hosted a gathering in their room. Presented as a party favor, Lilly had been bound over the back of a sofa, her long body bent nearly in half. Her ankles were spread and held securely to the furniture legs with soft rope, pink leather handcuffs bound her wrists behind her back. A thick rubber gasket shaped like an O had been placed in her mouth.

She saw Thomas twitch his finger and before he could touch the screen, she bowed her head and said, "I'm sorry, Mistress."

"She's a fast learner," Michelle said. She patted Lilly on the leg. "That's a good girl."

"But I've gotten ahead of myself," said Mistress Tallenger. "Let's begin at the beginning, shall we? I know Anna Vatspalt sent you a letter after they departed the U. S., alerting you to the fact they had selected you for... guidance. Do I have that right?"

The letter.

At the time, Lilly had been so overjoyed with learning of being chosen, she cried. The Vatspalts had opened her eyes to a world of pleasure. Her confidence grew and she got past her body issues. Under their tutelage, she learned to stand on her own. She had also willingly submitted to them countless times over the year they were in her life. "Yes, Mistress, Mrs. Vatspalt sent me a letter."

"What you didn't know is that they, along with myself, Thomas and Michelle, and many others, are all members of a private... club... of sorts." Rebecca must have seen the look of surprise cross Lilly's face because her smile was filled with warmth. "We focus our attention on creatures like yourself; we work to bring people like you into the fold. We shine light in the dark corners of a Pet's personality in an effort to reveal clarity to oneself."

"The Vatspalts never told me that." Her emotions were at odds. On one hand she felt betrayed, but on the other, they had done so much to improve her life; they had introduced her to perspective and opinion. They had opened her mind to what it meant to be accepted and to give herself over to others. After years of being bullied and hiding from others, the Vatspalts taught her how to trust. She had embraced that trust with open arms... and legs.

"That doesn't surprise me. The first year of a Pet's coming-of-age is a delicate one. Great care must be taken and the team assigned to you were very good at it. And I say 'team' because the Vatspalts, as you knew them, weren't a real family. Our organization brought them together just for you."

Lilly was stunned. She opened her mouth to say something then closed it. This happened another time before Mistress Tallenger spoke again. Patting Lilly's hand, she said, "It's okay, I know this is a lot to take in. Let me clarify. Liam, you called him Daddy, and Anna, Momma to you, are married. Lars is Anna's brother and Gustov really is Anna's cousin. He's also a real gynecologist, in case you were wondering."

Lilly had often considered that Dr. Gustov Malstrom wasn't who he claimed to be, but during her year with the Vatspalt family, she grew to trust them all implicitly. Lilly had met the man because she wanted to be placed on birth control. She was afraid to see a gynecologist for fear that the reason for her visit would be discovered by her biological parents through insurance paperwork.

Then Momma suggested Lilly see her doctor, a man by the name of Gustov Malstrom. Following a very unique and memorable examination, Dr. Malstrom placed her on a prescription for birth control that was implanted under her arm. This meant no bottles or cases of pills for her real mother to find, and the slow release of the medication meant she didn't need a new prescription for two years. It was a huge moment in her life because she could start having sex without the fear of getting pregnant.

The prescription was still effective when she moved to Switzerland and the technology had improved. Her current gynecologist had recently refilled it with an even smaller pellet under her arm that would last longer. It also protected her against sexually transmitted diseases and would immediately alert her through a smartphone-based app and an email if anything was detected. The medication and the device still wasn't approved in the U. S. but Lilly was hopeful that it would be by the time she returned.

She was about to ask another question when Mistress Tallenger answered it for her. "Cassy, Louise and Erik, however, were not siblings and they are not the children of Liam and Anna."

"Cassy was my best friend." Lilly felt her heart ache and Michelle must have picked up on it.

"Lilly, you're probably feeling confused, but there was nothing wrong with becoming friends," Michelle said. "It happens all the time. Our organization is based on trust and looking out for each other. Initiates often fall in love with the people who introduce them to pleasure. Trust me, Cassy was truly your friend. I think if she were sitting here right now, she would still claim you as her friend."

"More likely, Cassy would call you her Pet," Mistress Tallenger corrected.

"Regardless, they would all be very proud of the fine young woman you've become. But they also know that their time with you has come to an end. You are on a different path now."

"I am?"

"Yes!" Rebecca smiled broadly. "You've signed the contract and now you can begin your journey as a fully recognized member of our organization." Mistress Tallenger's look was one of confidence, then she waved her hand. "A Pet's coming-of-age is truly special and some Dominates, like the Vatspalts, receive specific training on the subject. The organization also compensates them... nicely. I'm not cut out for that kind of work; I'm not big on traveling and I don't need the money. Yes, it would be nice to claim a Pet's virginity, but I am too impatient. I want a Pet who at least has a basic understanding of their... place... in our group." Another sip of tea. "Sweetheart, this may come as a surprise, but we spotted you shortly after your 18th birthday, more than a year before you met Cassy."

"You did?"

"Yes. It seemed there was a lovely brunette who had developed early and was self-conscious of her... proportions. She was thin as a wisp but God had blessed her with lovely, generously sized breasts. She was frightened of her own shadow and already very submissive by virtue of her upbringing."

Lilly quickly determined it had been someone at church. Thinking back to all the time she spent there and the enormous size of the congregation, she also realized she would never know who it was. Since then, her father had been let go as the pastor and he had been employed at two other churches over the last five years. Then she concluded it didn't matter. She had been raised conservatively, was home schooled and her parents were strict. She feared God and minded her manners. She was raised to take direction without question rather than argue. As she grew older, she came to realize life was better when she made those around her happy. It was why she went to culinary school. She was a people pleaser at heart and had come to terms with this aspect of her personality.

She was a lamb.

People like the Vatspalts and Mistress Tallenger were shepherds. She thought about Hanna selecting the pool cue, despite knowing Rebecca was going to fuck her with it. She thought back to Napa, considering all the Kitties and Colts that gave themselves over as Pets to their 'human' owners. There was comfort in knowing she wasn't the only lamb out there. Her special place oozed and her heart raced.

Mistress Tallenger took another sip of tea. "But I'm sure you're asking yourself how all of this fell into place? How did you find yourself at my estate?" She paused to nibble a croissant. "The organization you are now a part of is large and subtly very powerful. We are connected and intertwined. Your acceptance into the Lucerne Culinary Academy was of your own doing. But when we saw your application come through our databases, we had alerted the school's administrators, three of whom are members of our organization." Raising an eyebrow, she said, "Don't get me wrong, you are an accomplished chef; you know what you're doing in the kitchen. But if you turned out to be a ballet dancer or an accountant, or even a computer programmer or real estate agent, we would have... guided... you in those directions as well. You see, Lilly, we play the long game. Locating and then ultimately helping a Pet realize who they really are can take years. We aren't talking about a housewife whose husband occasionally binds her to the bed so other men can fuck her." Mistress Tallenger looked at Michelle and said, "No offense."

Michelle smiled. "None taken." She batted her eyes at Thomas. "I like it when he ties me up."

"And I enjoy watching other men to fuck her." Thomas quipped.

Mistress Tallenger smiled politely, then continued. "We are talking about someone like yourself. You are a rare find and must be carefully cultivated. There are lots of people who like to be spanked and bound and... controlled. But there are far fewer who are so submissive at such a young age. Rarely do these young people possess your beauty and that is what we look for: docility combined with attractiveness. Many attractive people also wield their beauty like a power, which is, by its very nature, an unattractive quality. It's also a very dominant trait. Far fewer are like yourself: pliable, tractable, and also exquisitely beautiful. Young women, and men, like you are to be revered and nurtured so that you can blossom into who you really are." Rebecca paused then and finally asked: "Do you have any questions?"

Lilly had about a million but found she didn't really know where to start. The first question that popped out of her mouth was, "Am I a sex slave?"

Between her legs, Claire drooled and the Cumquat hummed. The eddies swirled.

Rebecca chuckled. Thomas and Michelle smiled. He said, "That is a word used in another, less enlightened, time. Let me ask you something: Do you enjoy it when you are looked after? When you are embraced? When you feel protected?"

Who didn't? "Yes, of course."

"Our organization offers that security. Our protection allows you to enjoy a lifestyle outside of what many consider normal. From our point of view, however, this lifestyle is normal. Some people, like yourself, are only fulfilled when they are controlled. Being owned isn't something negative. It's something to be cherished and proud of. It braces you from the outside world and provides the freedom for everyone involved within our group to explore the limits of emotional and sexual discovery."

"Not everyone sees it that way so we take... precautions," Rebecca noted.

"But to answer your question," Michelle said, "within the organization you are not known as a Sex Slave. Technically, you are classified as a Concubine Subjugate. But 'Pet' is less of a mouthful. People like me and my husband, the Vatsaplts and Mistress Tallenger are referred to as Dominates."

"Thank you, Michelle," said Mistress Tallenger. "Because we have Dominates integrated into all sorts of ventures, it's possible to guide potential Concubine Subjugates in certain directions. For example, we have members who specialize in computers and those in the mail service. There are members positioned in city and government offices, banks and... law firms. We have people in the construction and manufacturing sectors. In education, the medical field, transportation... you name it." Mistress Tallenger smiled as recognition fell over Lilly's face; moments where decisions she made took her further down the path of discovering who she really was.

As the truth came out, Lilly's pussy throbbed. Her chest was flush with arousal and her nipples were sore points pressed against the scratchy fabric of the blazer. The Cumquat kept her on the edge, but it was the learning that was really turning her on. The framework of the bigger picture was intriguing to think about. Giving yourself over to others was something she had done with the Vatspalts. But it was different now; a legal document held her bound to the whims of Mistress Tallenger. She was now the woman's property. It was beyond anything she had ever considered. Buzz, buzz, buzz went the Cumquat. The choker around her neck seemed only to embrace her more tightly.

She wanted to touch herself.

The redhead cleared her throat. "That said, we only guide and present scenarios for consideration. A Pet must come to their own conclusion and make their own decisions. And that all leads to the significance of your signature on the contract."

At that, Lilly stiffened. "But I didn't know what I was signing. You tricked me."

Mistress Tallenger shook her head. "Everything was very clearly spelled out in the contract. You were not tricked into signing anything. That you chose not to read it carefully is of no concern and is not able to be upheld legally. Lilly, honey, you know this, don't you? You took business courses while attending culinary school. There were specific courses on contracts, were there not?"

Lilly said nothing because she did know this. She clearly recalled the teacher, a Lucerne lawyer, standing in front of the class and saying as much. There had been questions in tests about this very subject. She wondered, if on some deeper level, her mind had picked up on some of the language in the contract and she signed it anyway, subconsciously desiring that it would lead to this. Maybe she knew all along that she had signed herself away to Mistress Tallenger. That thought alone ignited another wave of passion.

"Thomas."

When her pussy lit up, Lilly closed her eyes, grabbed the table and finally said, "Yes, Mistress Tallenger." The Cumquat was dialed back and Lilly retained her composure.

"And you received in A+ in those business classes, didn't you? You know it's important to read a contract carefully before signing it, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Michelle placed her hand on Lilly's. "Dear, before you start going down a rabbit hole of conspiracy and... coercion... please think carefully. You made the choice to apply to culinary school and the grades you earned were earned by you. You took the chance to open your business here and the success you enjoyed came from your hard work and determination."

Lilly wasn't sure a business swimming in debt could be considered a success but she couldn't let that go. "I don't want to sell my business. It's everything to me."

Mistress Tallenger set her pastry down and cleared her throat. "The loans you took out are being paid back to our organization because the bank you used is also run by our organization. Essentially, we allowed you to borrow our money to fund your business."

Lilly was flabbergasted. The organization owned her business because it held the loans against it. Whatever sense of ownership she felt for Lilly's Catering & Events disintegrated at that moment. Then a pang of anger hit. "Did your organization determine who my clients were?" Perhaps this group had always intended her business to fail.

Mistress Tallenger shook her head. "All the business you earned was earned. Even the event at my house. I have a reputation to uphold and I did research your former clients before contacting you. I am not going to feed my friends some slop from a hack who can't cook. Lilly, honey, you are no hack. But, to be completely honest with you, the initial investment you put into your business was far too small. There are catering and events companies in Lucerne that have hundreds of employees, huge kitchens, fleets of vehicles. A small place like yours attracts the kinds of clients who can only afford small parties."

It all made sense and on some deeper level, she knew this. She saw the monthly income and the expenses being paid out. It was a small business and it wasn't growing quickly enough to keep up with the loan payments. Thinking for a moment, she realized it was Sebastian who had steered her toward the bank. She asked, "What about Sebastian? Is he a member?" Had he been leading her on for a year? "And what about his daughter?" The bile of betrayal was once again simmering.

Mistress Tallenger shook her head. "No. They aren't. Sebastian is simply a fairly successful businessman who is nothing more than a customer to the bank. But I think we may have sent him some marketing materials about lower rates if he brought new business to the bank." Rebecca paused for a moment. "On a more practical level, think about his approach to sex, Lilly. Is he dominate? Is Jennifer?"

Both father and daughter were very conservative when it came to rolling around in the sheets. He had never put her over his knee to administer a proper spanking, bound her or forced her to do anything against her will. And while Sebastian was a remarkable lover, his more tender approach had made her restless. She wondered if that restlessness had led her to pursue an affair with his daughter.

Being with Jennifer was exciting, but some of that excitement was drawn from knowing she was fucking Sebastian's daughter. Not surprisingly, Jennifer was much like her father in the bedroom; talented but lacking creativity. Jennifer had initially recoiled at the idea of tying Lilly to a table and fucking her with a stone pestle.

"No," Lilly admitted. "Neither of them are... like any of you." Then she thought about it for a moment. "Wait a minute. You've watched us having sex?" All three of them only looked at her. After a moment, Mistress Tallenger said, "Yes, many times. Well, we've never seen you fucking at his place. But we have cameras in your apartment and the kitchen downstairs. The building is owned by our organization and under constant video surveillance, inside and outside. We have many hours of recorded footage."

While the first six months of culinary school included room and board, she had been required to find a place off-campus and, conveniently she now realized, the school offered many reasonably priced apartments in the greater Lucerne valley. It was becoming very clear just how powerful the organization was; how much control it held.

While truly invasive, knowing she had been spied on was also a turn-on. "Jesus Christ." She thought about the cameras in the garage and around the perimeter of her building. She had never come across any inside her apartment. "They're hidden?"

Rebecca shrugged. "That doesn't matter because the lease agreement notes the property is under surveillance by visible and non-visible means." Lilly actually did recall reading that in the agreement and at the time thought nothing of it; she was too excited to get her business up and running.

Taking a nibble, Mistress Tallenger said, "It really depends on how hard you are looking. They are placed in vents, there are a couple behind the mirrors, a few are tucked into high places. I would say they are obvious if you do a little poking around. Oh, and the little camera over your computer monitor is about as obvious as you can get. And it's pointed right at your bed, honey."

When Lilly had rented the little apartment and downstairs space, the living quarters came furnished, along with a high-end desktop computer. She just moved her clothes in and that was it. The area downstairs needed to be built out by contractors to turn it into a professional kitchen and it would have been easy to slip cameras in the space during construction.

"I will admit, Sebastian is an extremely competent lover," Rebecca said. "Watching him work over your pussy with his fingers and mouth is like watching an artist." She took a sip of tea and poured herself a new mug. "We have our eyes on his daughter. At 19, she's getting a little old to... realize... her potential, but it can be done." She smiled. "You came to fruition before your 20th birthday."

Lilly said nothing. She wondered what kind of person she would have become had the Vatspalts not entered her life. Her parents were domineering and highly protective. They sheltered her from the outside world and her mother had been very proficient at turning sex into something terrifying. Would she still be a shut-in had the Vatspalts not come along, even if their arrival was planned? She could see herself sitting in her pink-painted bedroom in Palo Alto, a 24-year old virgin who still had unicorn bedsheets and her gymnastics trophies on a shelf. Had she not realized her independence through the Vatspalts and moved to Europe, her real parents might still be carefully controlling her life, keeping her away from all its messiness... and its pleasure.

No, she realized, she liked this version of herself. She was on her own, making her own decisions, living life on her terms. Or am I?

There had been so many instances of giving herself over to others; of eagerly allowing others to have their way with her. Once she trusted the Vatspalts, they controlled every sexual encounter she had over the year she knew them and she genuinely loved them for it.

When they moved away, she was single for several years and had thrown herself into her education. Her sex life all but evaporated. It wasn't until a year ago that she and Sebastian began dating and that relationship was about as traditional as it could get; barring the fact that he still regularly slept with his wife. Admittedly, that wasn't a traditional relationship, but it worked well and all three parties agreed with it. Sneaking around behind Sebastian's back to have sex with his daughter, however, wasn't anything close to typical, but that didn't stop her.

Jesus, it was a head-trip. She had never felt more conflicted. Had this organization made her into a strong and independent person, or had it turned her into some kind of subservient sexual toy; fodder for the rich and powerful to play with?

Claire stirred and Lilly looked between her opened thighs. "What happens now?"

"You have a decision to make, young lady," Rebecca said. "You can come with me and live in my house, under my rules. You will be taken care of; pampered and loved. The love I show you won't always be comfortable, but that's the point. You will experience obedience and pleasure like never before and the debts against your business vanish." Mistress Tallenger took a sip of tea, nibbled the pastry. "Or you can walk out of here and we will take the contract to court."

"It's entirely your decision to make," said Michelle. "But we hope you'll make the right one."

Thomas: "We hope you'll decide to explore the person we know you are."

Lilly wasn't sure there was a decision to be made. She didn't have the money to fight the contract. More importantly, she wasn't at all convinced she wanted to fight it. It had been a long time since the Vatspalts had been a part of her life but what they brought out in her was still there. She had unknowingly hidden it as she went about her life. But hiding it wasn't exactly right, she understood. She had put a blindfold around it, gagged and bound it deep within herself while pretending to live a 'normal' life. Then the contract arrived and set free her subservient side; the side of herself that craved to be controlled and dominated. When she was dominated, happiness and pleasure followed. It flowed from her pussy and her clit but it also flowed from her mind. She realized her mind was stimulated when emotionally committed to subjugation.

The existential realization aside, on a much more fundamental level, she was intensely interested to see what would happen. Unable to come up with a better word, Rebecca and this organization were offering her an adventure. She imagined herself in a dark cave wearing nothing but stout leather boots, an old-time lantern held in front, pushing the shadows away. She wanted to explore. No - she understood - she needed to explore.

While mostly hidden by the three people sitting around her, Lilly didn't care if other patrons in the restaurant were watching. She was curious. Very lightly, she traced her finger over the little orange bubble sitting atop her clit. Pressing down on it, the bee sting was pure pleasure. She purred.

Mistress Tallenger asked, "Thomas, can't you see what my Pet wants?"

Lilly saw him dance his finger over the phone screen and the Cumquat vibrated with more urgency. Whimpering, Lilly said, "More." Instantly, the little machine achieved its objective and Lilly moaned. Pleasure was an exquisite thing; intoxicating and, perhaps, addictive. Giving yourself over to let others control that pleasure was on an entirely different level. It took trust. It took maturity. It took intelligence.

Leaning back in the chair, Lilly slid a hand inside her blazer and squeezed her breast, twisting her nipple to a hardened point. Could she trust these people?

"More," she whispered.

And Thomas obeyed. Her girl-part lit up and she went slack, her legs out and akimbo, her hand playing with her tit. Michelle leaned over and fiddled with the button, opening the blazer and exposing her breasts to the restaurant. Lilly heard the patrons go silent and knew they were all watching her. She didn't care. Her eyes were closed and her thighs were beginning to quiver. Her cumming hiccups popped like tiny firecrackers in the quiet space, but she let the orgasm in. "Oh, God, yes." Laying her head back, she exposed the collar, ran a hand over the warm leather. It felt sublime; it offered security and excitement.

"Yes. Oh God, yes." Something was slipped in her fingers at that moment and when she opened her eyes, her hand held a simple clasp. It was connected to a thin silver chain that was being held by Mistress Tallenger. The woman smiled and nodded slightly. "Shall we go?"

Lilly said nothing.

The redhead arched a brow.

There was a small CLICK as Lilly clasped the leash to the collar around her neck. Bowing her head, Lilly saw her exposed breasts; her nipples hardened pinpoints, projecting up and outward as they always did when she was aroused.

"Leave the jacket, Lilly. You won't be needing it."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Hands behind your back. Back straight. You have nothing to be ashamed of. There is no reason to hide who you are."

"Yes, Mistress."

All eyes were on her as Mistress Tallenger stood from the table. The leash went taut and when she didn't move, Mistress Tallenger tugged it, the leather collar cinching tighter around her neck. The restaurant was frozen, the server looked at her with hungry eyes.

Lilly stood and the jacket slid from her body. She was a subservient beacon, half naked and highly aroused while also feeling utterly exposed for the willing and docile creature she was.

A lamb to be shepherded.

A Subjugate Concubine to be dominated.

A Pet to be owned.

Lilly's cheeks glowed as she was led from the cafe.