A Change of Mind, Pt. 02

All characters engaged in sexual activities are 18 or older.

A Change of Mind, Pt 2

The Entertainer

Nancy, Sandy, and I wash up in the bathroom across from our bedroom. It has been only a day since my kidnapping. In that time, I have become submissive and compliant to Boss's wishes.

Our outfits for the evening have been laid out on our bed. Mine consists of a shiny purple bikini brief with quick release Velcro patches on the sides, a matching vest, purple slippers, a white collar with a lavender bow tie, and a purple and black garter.

The skimpy costume beats my nudity I have displayed since being forced to strip at gunpoint by Boss and her assistants; Nancy, Blondie, Flash, and Sandy.

I do not know my captor's real names. I call them this based on their appearance or actions. It allows me to keep everything straight in my mind. A mind that has been a bit fuzzy lately.

Nancy's wardrobe matches mine in style but not color. It also includes a lacy pink bra and short pink wrap around skirt. Sandy's attire looks similar to Nancy but in light blue.

We dress quickly and head for the club. I never consider questioning my situation.

Just as we leave the bedroom Nancy hands me a bracelet that matches the ones adorning the ladies. It consists of a nickel sized silver medallion with a green band. The initially abstract appearing pattern on the emblem forms an orgy of nude figures on closer inspection.

I somehow know this signifies I carry no sexual diseases. Also, I cannot partake of sexual contact with anyone without a matching ornament. Nancy says "Don't worry. Everyone on the farm must prove they are clean. The bracelet is more for later."

The club looks the same as last night but is filled with customers and workers. On the main stage dances a young guy wearing only a cowboy hat and boots. A middle-aged lady stuffs money in his boots with encouragement from several ladies at a nearby table.

Blondie dances around the center brass pole in nothing but golden panties and a garter filled with cash. Her other clothing lies discarded nearby. At the start of the next song, her panty joins her other clothes.

Nancy says, "erection," and my tool responds. Sandy says, "have fun," and heads for the main stage. At the same time the cowboy collects his clothes. He moves to the shower stage.

The table of middle-aged ladies picks up their drinks and follows the cowboy. He tips his hat to the ladies before hanging it on a nearby hook. Then, he removes his boots and grabs a towel from a nearby cabinet before entering the glass enclosed stage.

Nancy orders, "come along," and leads me to a nearby table occupied by a twenty something couple. She says to them, "Welcome to the farm where young chicks are always for sale." Then, she asks "Would you like us to join you." They decline.

We move on to a table with two ladies. Without thinking I say, "Welcome to the farm where thick hot sausage is our specialty." After a brief pause, I asks to join them before my mind catches up with what I am saying.

They accept. Nancy and I take seats at the table. A waiter drops by and Nancy orders us two dancer's specials. He returns quickly with a pink bottle for Nancy and a blue one for me.

We drink the intoxicating liquid and chat for a bit. Then, Nancy asks if they would enjoy a dance. She mentions mine would be half price since it is my first time. After a brief discussion on price, they agree.

Nancy and I stand at the end of the current song. We turn the ladies' chairs to face each other and position ourselves between them. Then, we each start dancing for a lady once the music resumes.

As we sway to the music, Nancy begins unbuttoning her vest. I copy Nancy with my vest. Soon, we slip them off and toss them on our chairs.

Nancy's bra and skirt soon follow. This leaves us both with only panties, footwear, and accessories.

Nancy reaches over and grabs my bikini brief. With a quick tug, it flies off and joins my vest. After a few more beats, I respond in kind. This leaves us both showing it all.

We continue to dance for our customers. When the song finishes, Nancy asks, "Would you enjoy another dance?" They consent, but Nancy's client wants Nancy and I to change places. We switch customers and continue our bare ballet.

This dance continues with more physical contact. Nancy moves her client's hands to her breast. Then, she slides them down to her hips. She turns around and her customer's hands move to her butt.

Then, Nancy reaches over and places my customer's hands on my dick. My customer giggles, squeezes and pulls me towards her. The dance continues with a more hands-on approach. We switch again for the next song.

During that song the DJ announces, "35 and 69 to the main stage." Nancy indicates that means us. When the song finishes, we quickly dress, collect our dance fees, and head for the main stage. Our previous clients shift to a spot nearby the stage.

On the main stage our strip show proceeds hastily. Soon, Nancy and I sport only underpants, footwear, and garters. Nancy's quick yank leaves my crotch bare. I reply in kind. We danced away displaying everything.

At the start of the next song, Nancy climbs up the brass pole. She positions herself sideways to the front of the stage. She leans back, so her head points down, and she holds herself in place with her legs.

Her face hangs even with mine. She signals for my approach, and I move sideways to the audience to face her. She pulls my head in as I come near, and she presents me with a protracted passionate kiss.

When we break for air, she loosens her legs and slides downward to face my crotch. She commences sucking my dick. Seconds later, I follow suit on her pussy. We perform mutual oral sex as the onlookers scrutinize every gesture.

Our arousals build along with the throbbing beat of the music. Finally, Nancy signals and we simultaneously explode in orgasm.

Following the eruption Nancy slides down and plants her hands on the stage. With a quick acrobatic move, she cartwheels and regains her feet with her hands over her head in triumph.

She turns to me and mouths, "Erection." My soldier resumes its post at full attention.

We collect tips and converse with the tippers for the remainder of the dance. One guy walks up and tips me. That feels really strange. His eyes keep moving between my face and my crotch the whole time.

Nancy steers me off the stage at the songs end. We head to the bathroom off the dressing room for a quick cleanup before returning to the floor.

The next couple of hours bring more of the same. We perform dances for a few of the tippers. We join the couple with the guy that had tipped me. I wind up dancing for him as Nancy dances for his partner. Then, we quickly moved on.

After a time, Nancy leaves me to entertain on my own. I dance for several different tables. I spend more time bare then clothed and collect a sizable bundle of cash. Then, the DJ announces "69 to the center pole."

I move there and dance for the surrounding group of clients. I quickly bare all as I rock to the music. I spin around the pole and several customers wave me over for a tip and a quick grope.

After the second song, Sandy replaces me. I dress and join one of the customers that had just tipped me. She quickly asks for a dance and we move away from the crowd at the center pole. We go to an open loveseat against the wall.

She lays her hand in my crotch and squeezes as we wait for the next song. I start to dance when it begins. My customer wrenches my bikini briefs away before I finish the first vest button.

She pulls me between her legs, leans back, and slides up her skirt. Her crotch is also bare.

She thrusts her hands out, seizes my ass, and hauls me into her pussy. I impale her cunt with my trusty lance and pump to the beat of the music.

She breaths heavily and moans as the intensity builds. Then, she finally pipes, "Now!" and my cannon fires.

After a brief interval to regain our breath, she snatches my hand and my discarded bikini. She steers me across the club to the cowgirls' room. On the way she says the magic word, and my drooping cannon regains its stanch form.

She leads me inside. She hands me a towel and lifts her skirt. I dutifully dampen the towel with warm water and begin to cleanse her crotch. Then, I rinse the cloth and wash myself.

Two other customers enter during this process. Neither acts surprised. One simply walks past. The other glances at my cock and smiles.

My client then parades me through the club as she stops to talk to several tables of ladies. Finally, she sits at one. She pays me for the dances before returning my briefs and allowing me to dress.

I sit at the table and converse briefly with the ladies. Shortly, my client orders me to dance for one of her friends.

This dance is more sedate than the previous one. It only involves a minimum of groping as I undress. I soon strip down and prance away displaying my stuff.

When the song finishes, I am directed to the third lady at the table. That performance goes off in normal form.

At the end of that dance, Blondie arrives and states, "Boss wants to see you." I make my apologies to the ladies, collect my fees, dress, and follow Blondie away

Pets for Rent

Blondie escorts me through a door in the back wall near the shower stage. It leads to a stairway up to a long hallway above the restrooms and dressing rooms.

Off the hallway stand several doors. Blondie goes to one about two thirds of the way down and knocks. I hear a click.

The door opens letting me into Boss's office. Blondie closes the door as she leaves me alone with Boss.

The furnishings are a cross between a business manager's office and the club itself. Boss faces the door in a stuffed leather chair behind a large mahogany desk. The desk supports a computer monitor, mouse, and keyboard. The wall behind her contains a large tinted window that looks out on the main club room.

A leather couch sits along the wall on Boss's left. A stylishly dressed older woman occupies the couch. The wall behind her holds a large painting of several nude couples frolicking at a picnic by a lake.

Two large flat video screens hang on each side of the entry door. One shows Nancy dancing on the main stage. The other has a split screen showing video from several other cameras in the club.

On Boss's right lie several doors leading elsewhere. Between the doors on the right and framing the window are several wooden cabinets that match the desk.

Several lights scattered about the ceiling light the office at a subdued level. Boss clicks the mouse and a spotlight shines on a spot in front of her desk.

Boss confers instructions, and I obey. I enter the spotlight, deposit my amassed cash on the desk, and strip. I toss all of my clothes in a basket in the corner.

I stand completely naked in the bright light and await additional orders. Boss retrieves a pink collar with an attached matching leash from a desk drawer. She tosses it at me.

I secure the collar around my neck. Boss introduces me to the client on the couch. Her name vanishes from my mind as soon as I hear it, but I think of her as Mistress. The same is true for all of the names I hear at the farm. I only retain nicknames like Boss and Blondie.

Boss indicates the client has purchased my services. I must obey and pleasure Mistress until she sends me back to the farmhouse.

Mistress takes my leash and leads me away. We go down the stairs and across the main room.

Flash smiles at me as our eyes meet as Mistress and I pass the center pole. She is in the middle of her performance and wears little more than myself.

Mistress hauls me out to the parking lot and over to a golf cart. She instructs me to sit in front and slide over. Then, she takes the driver's seat beside me.

She drives us down the road that follows the lake shoreline. She never releases my leash the whole trip. I start wondering if she fears my escape or if it is simply a control thing. The thought passes quickly.

The trip ends at a medium sized cottage on the lake. We park by a Lexus in the driveway.

Mistress exits and with a tug indicates I should follow. I slide over and out her side since the tether prevents other options.

We enter the dwelling and immediately proceed to the bedroom. Mistress flips on the lights, hangs her purse on the footboard, and sits on the bed.

She proceeds to examine me in the bright lights of the bedroom. She has me spin slowly around as she gazes up and down my flesh. A tug on the leash brings me back around, and I rotate the other direction to unwrap my leash.

As the gawking finishes, she pulls a camera from her purse. She snaps some pictures as I repeat the show. Then, she commands me to kneel. I obey without a thought.

After a few photos of me kneeling before her, she puts the camera aside. She stands and starts to slowly undress. I gaze up at her.

She kicks off her shoes and places her right foot in my face for a quick kiss. Then, she leisurely undoes each button on her blouse and slips it off. She teasingly slides it across my face before discarding it on the floor nearby. This reveals her tantalizing breast in a red lace bra.

The skirt slides down next. She steps from its restriction and kicks it away. Her red lace panties match her bra.

In response to my gaze, she performs a slow pirouette to show her sensual form. Then, she rhetorically comments, "Do you like what you see my pet?"

The bra comes off next giving an unobstructed view of her firm nipples. Then, her panties slowly glide down to her feet. She steps aside and places the panties on my head.

A quick yank on the leash propels me towards Mistress. Her fingers grip the sides of my head and guide my mouth into her crotch. My lips and tongue begin to stimulate her pussy.

Mistress sits back on the bed, spreads her legs, and leans back. My mouth follows her crotch as she moves. It never leaves its task. It alternates licking, sucking, tonguing, and blowing. It exhibits new skill from somewhere deep in my mind.

She moans as the ecstasy builds. Ultimately, with a vaulting shutter she reaches her peak.

I slow the pace but continue my work as she begins to relax. After a brief rest, we move to round two.

An upward pull on my leash tells me to stand. I stand between her thighs as she stares up at my face. Her legs wrap around my butt and pull me towards her.

With a little guidance from her hands my member soon penetrates her tunnel of love. I pump, and she responds. The intensity grows, and the pace quickens.

After what seems like eternity, Mistress states, "Now," and we both explode. Then, she has me rest beside her as we regain our strength.

After a brief rest, Mistress rises and leads me to the kitchen. Following orders, I pour her a glass of wine and retrieve a blue bottle for myself. Then, we go out to the back deck.

The deck faces the lake and runs the length of the cottage. It contains a hot tub, table and chairs, and other furniture items.

Mistress removes my collar and hangs it on a nearby rack full of towels. Mistress enters the bubbling water and signals me to follow. She directs I sit in a corner in a crossfire from multiple jets.

She sits on my lap. She pulls my left hand to her nipples and my right to her lap. My fingers toy with her as she relaxes, drinks her wine, and gazes out onto the lake at the reflection of the stars.

Eventually mistress rises and steps from the tub. I dry her with a towel. Then, I dry myself as she watches.

She restores my collar and leash. She leads me back to the bedroom. She allows me to cuddle with her as we drift off to sleep.

I awake to a yank on my chain. Mistress wants something. She stands over me wearing a silk housecoat and a smile. She directs me to the bathroom and allows me to remove my collar and wash. She watches for a few minutes before leaving me to my business.

When I finish, I restore my collar and go to find her. I locate her in the living room where she chats on the phone.

Her smile has vanished. She hangs up, takes my leash, and heads for the deck. She tells me to sit and loops the free end of my leash over a deck railing pole. I sit and wait like a good pet as she returns to the house.

While I am waiting, a French maid garbed woman arrives pushing a cart full of food and dishes. She glances at me and hands over a blue bottle.

She begins setting the patio table. When finished, she knocks on the back door and indicates breakfast is prepared. Then, she leaves sipping a pink bottle on the way.

Mistress returns accompanied by a pair of younger ladies. Mistress wears a stylish pants suit. The other women sport bikinis.

I recognize them as my first customers the night before. Mistress introduces them as her daughter and her daughter's college roommate. Mistress permits me to join them for breakfast.

During breakfast she explains to her daughter that she needs to leave early for business. Mistress presents me to her daughter for the remainder of the day. Mistress instructs me to obey the ladies after she departs.

Mistress sends me to load her bags in her car as she talks farther to her daughter. On my return, Mistress orders "Erection." I stiffen.

I pose for some pictures with my Mistress and the girls. Soon, Mistress kisses me goodbye and leaves.

My new client giggles as she scrutinizes her new present. She directs I slowly turn around as Roomie and her watch.

Mistress Jr. orders, "Relax," and I instantly lose my erection. She Says, "erection," and I become stiff. She repeats the process several times toying with her power over me. Finally, she decides to proceed with the day's activities.

The first order of business is sun protection. Per directions, I massage liberal amounts of sunscreen lotion onto both the ladies. Then, they cover me. They even allow me to temporarily remove my collar to apply the lotion around my neck.

Once complete, we head for the nearby beach area in a small cove of the lake. The swimming area consists of a small sand beach with standard beach furniture surrounded by a shaded area with some picnic tables.

Twenty-five yards out from the beach floats a wooden platform. Ropes with football shaped floats span from the raft to the beach ends. This creates an enclosed swimming area.

A kiosk containing towels, pool floats, and a refrigerator stocked with drinks stands at the edge of the picnic area. Also, an outdoor shower and a small restroom lingers at the far edge of beach.

We stop briefly at the kiosk. Mistress Jr. has me remove my collar and hang it on a nearby peg. She and Roomie hang their purses nearby.

She hands me a blue drink and grabs bottled water for herself. She hands a pink bottle to Roomie and states, "Why don't you try this?" Roomie looks skeptical but takes a swig. As she drinks her eyes seem to glaze over slightly.

We finish the drinks and discard the empty bottles. Then, we head for the water.

Mistress announces, "Race you to the float." and takes off for the raft. Roomie follows with me in their wake.

I pass Roomie about halfway there but reach the platform as Mistress climbs the ladder. I follow her up. Roomie joins us shortly.

Mistress declares, "As winner, I can award forfeits to the losers." She turns to Roomie and says, "As a penalty for losing you lose your bikini."

Roomie looks shocked but after a brief protest her swimsuit rest on the deck. Then, Mistress turns to me and states, "Your penalty is to suck her off." I obey Mistress's command. I kneel before the now naked Roomie and perform my task.

Before Roomie recovers from her orgasm, Mistress announces, "Race you to the drink shack," and dives off the raft. Roomie follows leaving me and her bikini behind.

I dive in and quickly pass Roomie before she reaches the beach. I approach Mistress on the beach. As I pass, Mistress commands, "Freeze!"

I stop, and she leaves me behind. When she reaches the kiosk, she turns and says, "Thaw." That allows me to rejoin the race.

Roomie and I arrive together. Mistress restores my collar. Then, she passes us our usual drinks. She grins as Roomie obediently accepts her pink bottle without a squabble.

When the drinks are finished, Mistress starts handing out penalties. Roomie's task consists of giving me a blow job. She submissively kneels and begins without objection.

During this time the French maid arrives. She begins placing lunch on a shaded picnic table. When I erupt and Roomie finishes, Mistress commands my penalty.

At mistress's direction. the French maid comes over and lifts her skirt. She wears nothing underneath. I plant my face in the maid's pussy and begin licking away. This continues until the maid has her orgasm, and I lick her clean.

After lunch Mistress takes my leash and leads us back to the lake cottage. Mistress sends Roomie to wash. She takes me to the bedroom. At her command, I sexually pleasure her for most of the afternoon.

Afterwards, she calls Roomie back and has us pleasure each other. She takes photos of our hedonistic exploits. Then, we rest on the deck until sunset.

As it gets dark Mistress directs us to prepare for the evening's activities. We wash and dress. My outfit consist of my collar and leash.

Mistress wears a black cocktail dress with pumps. Roomie's outfit consist of a dark blue miniskirt with a light blue see-through top with an open cup bra. On her feet, she sports blue spiked heels. She also displays a collar and leash similar to mine.

We ride the golf cart back to the club. Mistress leads us inside and sits us at a table in the back corner. We eat dinner and drink our cocktails.

The rest of the night progresses similar to the night before except I perform exclusively for Mistress and Roomie. Also, Roomie dances for both Mistress and myself.

Late into the night as things wind down, Nancy fetches me to boss's office. Boss requests my collar and then sends me off with Nancy. We return to the house, wash up, and go to sleep the same as the first night.

The Return Home

I wake Monday morning to Sandy's smiling face. We wash and go down to breakfast. Blondie, Flash, and Nancy already eat. Blondie says, "Boss wants to see you after breakfast."

After eating, Flash escorts me to Boss's office in the club. Flash knocks on the door and Boss orders us to enter. Boss directs me to stand in the spotlight while Sandy sits on the couch. Boss says, "You performed well for your first time as a pet."

Boss hands me some invoices to sign. They indicate the tips and pay I have received for the weekend, but they are greatly outnumbered by the list of fees.

Some of the fees like catering, accommodations, and costume rental make some sense. Even the photographic services and transportation I understand. Nevertheless, nothing that happened was my choice.

Other charges are completely incomprehensible. Why the $8197.00 charge from "Sensual Electronics, Communications, and Security?" Also, why the charges from "Farmland Pharmaceuticals" and "Aphrodite Hypnosis"?

All total they indicate I owe over $25,000.00.

Boss says, "Sign the papers and don't worry about it. You can work off the rest later." I promptly sign the papers as directed.

Boss then informs, "Remember the number 6969." In response to my confused look, she states, "You will understand when you need it." Then, she indicates I should go with Flash.

Flash takes me out to the parking lot. We enter the blue mustang. Flash hands me a blindfold and instructs me to put it on. Then, she hands me a bottle and orders drink.

After less than an hour, she says, "You can remove the blindfold." We are back in town near my apartment.

As she pulls into my apartment parking lot, she says, "erection." My body quickly obeys the trigger.

My car is there parked in front of my apartment. She grabs a camera and takes a few pictures. She hands me a backpack and says to get out.

She takes a few more snapshots as I leave the car and stand in the parking lot. She slowly drives away. Suddenly, I realize I am still completely naked.

I stand stunned, nude, and with a fully erect penis in the middle of my apartment complex parking area in bright sunlight. I have neither keys nor clothes.

I quickly search the backpack. It contains a photo album, some papers, and several computer CDs. Keys and clothing are absent.

I try my car door. It is locked. I quickly move to my apartment door while hoping I had left it unlocked. Randomly knocking on neighbor's doors is the only other option.

Someone has changed my door handle and added an intercom and numeric keypad next to the door. I turn the knob. The door will not open.

Boss's words flash in my head. I type "6969" into the keypad and hear a click as the bolt slides back. I turn the knob again and enter.

The door closes behind me with a click. I try the door, locked. I enter the code on the inside keypad and the door unlocks.

I look around. They have changed my apartment. Little boxes with tinted windows cling to the walls. I think they belong to the new security system.

The lighting has been changed. Spotlights now hang from the ceiling pointing in different direction. They brighten and follow me as I move around the apartment.

The rearranged living room furniture focuses on an enormous flat screen TV that hangs on the wall. Next to the TV sits a computer. The wireless keyboard sports a pink sticky note that says, "Press Enter."

I press enter, and the computer and TV come to life. The TV mimics the computer monitor.

A video of boss starts. Her first words commands, "Relax." My erection dwindles.

Boss's video continues. "How do you like your new cage? Explore and enjoy the rest of the day. Go to bed by ten. Then, go to the gym and work tomorrow like normal. Do not worry about anything. Also, be sure to check your e-mail, Animal#69@domesticated. farm. com, for instructions every morning and evening."

The video stops, and a screensaver starts showing my pictures from the weekend. I realize my life has changed, but I cannot seem to worry or even think about it.