Pets at Home

He was waiting in the little room set aside for the very circumstance he was in. Bess his fifteen year old Jack Russel was just being 'put to sleep'. The dreaded trip to the vets he had put off for weeks, until she seemed in pain.

He was waiting for them to bring the plastic pet carrier, the one she had hated going into, she knew the end of the journey at the vets was not going to be pleasant. The vet always had trouble getting her out of the carrier but no trouble putting her back in.

John had no problem getting her in the carrier that morning, she seemed to know it was her time. He sat there waiting for the carrier with his friend for all those years to be delivered to him. He was trying not to cry as he looked at the door.

Instead of the nurse coming in a distraught lady entered with tears rolling down her cheeks. She sat next to him, put her head on his shoulder and sobbed. Not really knowing what to do he patted her back and uselessly said. "There, there."

Shortly after, long enough for his shoulder to be soaked, the nurse came in with a pink carrier holding a black and white cat. The lady's sobs became louder. The nurse looked at John and he took the carrier off her.

Five minutes later the nurse came in with a grey carrier and John's beloved Bess. "You can go out that way," the nurse said, pointing to a door at the side of the room. The door they were to go out of so as not to take their dead pets through the main waiting area and upset the customers.

"Do you think they will phone a taxi for me and Chrystabel?" she asked John.

"I'll take you home, don't worry," he said. They pulled themselves together enough to pick up their respective carriers and leave through the assigned door.

As they approached the car she said: "My name's Sandy, thank you."

He looked at her, seeing her for the first time. She was a not unattractive lady of around forty, brown hair, brown eyes, wearing a summer dress. "John," he said.

They settled the pets on the back seat and quietly sat in the car in silence both in their own thoughts.

"Where do you live?" He asked when he felt ready to drive.

She gave an address in a village outside town and John drove there. "Thank you so much, please come in for a cup of tea," she invited. John agreed, picked up her carrier and followed her into the house. Nice arse, he thought.

She indicated that he should go into the lounge as she went into the kitchen to make the tea. He put the carrier on the floor and feeling uncomfortable he sat with his hands between his knees.

Sandy came in with the tray of tea and biscuits, chocolate digestives and garibaldi. She poured the tea and offered the plate of biscuits. "What are you going to do with the body?" John asked, a mistake as she burst out crying again.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you," John said, to his surprise she plonked herself on his knee and put her arms around him and proceeded to soak his other shoulder. He was having an uncomfortable day and all this on top of Bess' death.

"I thought of taking her to the Rainbow Bridge where they cremate pets, it's supposed to be very dignified. What are you going to do with your dog?" she asked.

"I have a spot in the garden where several small animals are buried. I have a spot next to them. I'll plant a rose tree on top, a peace rose I think," he replied, tears sneaking out again.

"What a good idea, would you look in my garden, for a spot where I could bury Chrystabel? It would be good to keep her close." She sat up a little but was still sitting on his knee. Their tear streaked faces were about six inches apart. She bent forward and kissed him.

Totally thrown off balance he did nothing for two seconds then he put his arms around her and kissed her back. "Oh god, I'm so sorry," said Sandy.

John wasn't but didn't say so. "Will you bury her for me? In the garden, please," she asked.

How could he refuse? Bess in the car all alone, it wouldn't take long. She is quite attractive. All these thoughts were going through his head. "Of course I will," he replied. "It's hot in the car. Can I put Bess in your garage or somewhere cool?"

"Yes, the garage is quite cool."

Bess was put in the garage and Chrystabel taken into the garden. John was digging a hole, luckily the soil was quite sandy. "We need to be about two feet deep, perhaps a bit more," John said.

Sandy watched him, light brown hair, quite muscly, not an office worker. His shirt was wet where she had cried on him, also wet with sweat. He was the kind of manly man who could control her, also sensitive enough to cry over his dead dog, she thought.

He dug the hole and Sandy wrapped Chrystabel in a blanket and laid her to rest. "Goodbye my darling Chrystabel, you have been a good companion in the years since my husband left me. Sleep well, rest in peace," she said. He covered the grave and put a small slab over it.

"I think a peace rose would be most fitting. Do you mind if I steal your idea?"

"Not at all," John was sweating, it was a hot day so he had not worn a jacket, his shirt was wet with sweat on top of her tears.

"I have some cold beers in the fridge," Sandy offered.

"Wonderful," replied John. He looked round the garden and saw a swing seat with padded cushions. He sat there while Sandy was getting the beers. He watched her as she walked across the grass.

She went to the fridge and brought out two bottles of beer. She poured two glasses, pulled her top down and adjusted her bra to push her boobs up more. She thought about tucking her dress up to shorten her skirt but decided against it.

Her summer dress swirled as she walked, it was low cut and showed more cleavage than it had before, he thought. She handed him a pint glass of beer and had a half pint one for herself.

They sat together on the swing, deep in thought. "Chrystabel was just a kitten when my husband left, she has been my constant companion, I will miss her."

"Yes, Bess has been my companion, I have had her since she was a pup."

They spoke for some time about their pets, Sandy brought some more beers.

"My husband was a wimp, I needed a man, someone who could take charge," she laughed. "We could do with some light relief," she said, putting her glass down and leaning across his lap and putting her hand on his crotch.

He jerked back and then relaxed, why not, it's been a lousy day so far. He put his hand gently on her head lightly massaging her brown hair. Her hand moved onto the zip and pulled it down, his cock was semi hard, she held it and put it in her mouth.

She worked herself around and dropped to her knees between his legs, while working on his cock she pulled her top and bra strap off her shoulders freeing her boobs.

She looked up at him, he was looking heavenwards. God she thought I need you to fuck me. She knew she would not be able to push the dress down over her hips while the zip was up. Too complicated to get it off any other way. She wriggled her knickers off and released his cock, she lay back on the grass at his feet. Her legs spread.

"Fuck me, please, I need you," she begged.

"Oh yes," he finished the final dregs of his beer and knelt down. Being a gentleman he pushed her dress up and used his tongue in her pussy.

"Oh yes, thank you sir," she moaned. This was the first time for quite a while that her pussy had been touched by anything that was not her hand or held in her hand. And due to Chrystabel's illness and the worry not even that.

She pinched her nipples hard and climaxed. When John had extricated himself from the legs that were gripping him he moved up her body and inserted his tongue into her mouth and his cock into her pussy.

Sandy screamed as a second orgasm hit her. John continued delving her mouth and pussy until he climaxed with a grunt. They lay together on the grass in front of the swing. John fully dressed and Sandy with her dress and bra bunched at her waist.

"I think we have earned another drink," Sandy said.

"I think I have had enough, I'm driving, don't forget."

"You should be alright if you stay and have something to eat, I would love the company, it is the first time I've been on my own," she said, glancing towards the newly dug grave.

They went into the house through the kitchen. "Nine percent!" Exclaimed John. "I've just drunk two pints of nine percent beer, that's the equivalent of more than a pint of wine, I can't drive until tomorrow."

"I'm sorry sir, I deserve to be punished please wait in the lounge," Sandy asked as she walked out. John shrugged his shoulders. What else could he do?

About ten minutes later Sandy returned, wearing stockings, high heeled shoes, leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles and a smile. She was carrying a leather paddle and a thin cane.

She handed the weapons to the bemused John and bent over the back of an armchair that didn't really go with the rest of the furniture. "There are chains at each corner of the chair, I have not been fastened over it for years, please, please fasten me in and punish me sir."

What the fuck! Thought John as he looked at her as she walked in. Naked of any body hair which didn't surprise him. Large tits with some sag and a nice bounce as she walked. Wide hips and a stomach which could have done with an inch or two removed.

As she turned and bent over the chair he marvelled at her wonderful arse, and she wanted it smacking. He looked down at the paddle she had handed him, not a hand spanking but a leather paddle or even a thin cane. His cock was rising again, hell with all that on display no wonder.

He put the paddle and cane down and found the chain with a clip which he fastened to her ankle cuff. He repeated this with her other ankle and wrists. She looked up at him. "Thank you sir," she whispered.

John stood in front of her and removed his shirt, trousers and boxer shorts. His erect cock was pointing at her face. He grabbed her hair and lifted her so that his cock could go into her open mouth.

"I have done as you have asked so far, now I will make the decisions," John said, pushing his cock into her mouth.

"Yes sir," Sandy tried to say with her mouth full.

John pulled out and walked behind her, he put a finger into her. "You certainly have a sloppy cunt."

"Yes sir."

"Shut up. You don't speak unless I ask you to, understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Good." He continued to rotate his fingers in her pussy. With a slap on her arse he walked off, to return with a bottle of cold beer. He pushed the open bottle into her pussy. "Your cunt needs cooling off and the cunt slime might flavour the beer a bit."

John sat down opposite her, playing with his erection and drinking the beer. "I bet you would love to have this stuffed up your smelly cunt or would you rather I hit your arse with the cane?"

"Both please sir," she begged.

"No, I quite fancy hitting your tits. That cane looks painful. Would you like that on your tits?"

"Yes please sir, whatever pleases you." What the fuck would be a punishment? She says she wants anything he can throw at her.

"With all that beer I need a piss." He walked off to find a toilet, he found a downstairs one. In a house this big you would expect that. After relieving himself he returned.

"I may have splattered around your loo a bit, it's hard to hit the bowl when you've got a hard on," John told her.

"Please sir, I need a pee," Sandy asked.

"You should have thought of that before you got yourself in that situation," was John's reply. He picked up the leather paddle about ten inches by three and slapped it across her arse.

"Owwww," she cried. He hit her again. "Owww," she repeated.

"Has that taken your mind off your bladder?" he asked.

"No sir, I still need a pee," she pleaded. John went into the kitchen and returned with a pan. He held it between her legs. Two rectangles of red had appeared across her arse cheeks. John found them surprisingly attractive.

"Piss," he ordered. There was a long pause.

"I can't while you are watching, sir,"

"Oh dear, that's a pity, the chair doesn't look much but the carpet would take some cleaning. You haven't much of a bargaining tool as I can do what I want with you. But I am a kind person, I'll put this pan on the floor for you to piss in, hope your aim is good." John went out.

Why didn't I think of going for a pee, I was too excited, I was going to be tied up, be whipped or caned. I was near to another orgasm as I walked into the lounge. Now I have to pee into a pan that I cannot see. At least I wasn't being watched, were the thoughts running through her head.

John had a look around the ground floor then went upstairs. He found three bedrooms, one was feminine and obviously Sandy's, another a guest room, the third had bondage equipment in it.

John couldn't resist having a look round. A bed with ties in the corners, chains hanging from the ceiling and a variety of smaller equipment. It was all very dusty it looked like she had not been in this room for a long time. He went back down stairs.

She peed about half went into the pan which was pretty good aiming considering that she couldn't see it. John came back and removed the pan. He licked her pussy, the drips that she normally would have wiped.

"Very tasty, you can taste mine soon, but for now I think I'll just fuck you," he told her, sliding his cock into her pussy and a finger into her arse. As he slowly fucked her he said "I had a look round upstairs, you have a very nice bedroom, I love your big two person bath but perhaps the most interesting thing was the little room full of equipment."

Yes she thought, use it, all of it, beat me, make me suffer. He spent into her pussy, leaving her bent over the chair he left the room. She heard him open the front door then walk about upstairs.

"We can't have you lazing about like that, there's work to be done, you lazy bitch," he said smacking her arse with the paddle. He unfastened her ankle cuffs and then her wrists and pulled her up by her hair.

"I found this maids outfit upstairs, you have quite a selection, but not wanting you to be overdressed I just brought this down, turn round." She turned her back to him and he fastened the little apron around her waist.

"That's better, turn back, we cannot have you walking about without any knickers on." He handed her a pair he had found upstairs. "They seem very small for you, has your arse got bigger or do they belong to someone else?" he asked.

She was blushing, they were child's knickers with Hello Kitty on them. "My husband would make me wear them when we met other couples," she answered.

"Couples? Did you go to swinger's parties?"

"Sometimes, sometimes we went dogging and sometimes he would make me dress like a little girl and let some businessmen he wanted to impress fuck me." She was squirming and blushing.

"And did you like it?"

"Yes sir, I liked it a lot. I liked the humiliation, I liked pleasing my husband. I even liked pretending not to like it if that's what they wanted," she said, her face blood red and the humiliation of her admission was making her pussy gush.

"Fucking perverts," he said as he lifted her legs one after the other until the knickers were around her ankles. "Well you don't need to stretch them over your fat arse, I kind of like them where they are, around your ankles."

"Yes sir."

"Good, now you can make something to eat, first you will bring me a bottle of red wine, that bottle of Merlot will do, and a glass."

"Yes sir," she said with a grin. Yes, yes, yes, a man to order her to make her his own, to own her. "Ow," she exclaimed when he smacked her arse. Off she shuffled steps of about six inches, shackled by the knickers.

She reached the wine, took a corkscrew out of the drawer, with the knife part she cut around the top and opened the bottle. She reached for a silver tray, placed a glass on it, poured in some wine and taking the tray, glass and bottle she shuffled back to John.

With her hand underneath the tray she took the glass and offered it. John smelt it, swirled it round and smelt it again before taking a sip. "That will do," he said and Sandy topped up his glass.

She put the tray with the bottle onto a side table and shuffled her way back to the kitchen. She almost shivered with excitement, it had been so long since she had been treated this way. Knickers round her ankles, her inner thighs wet with urine and his sperm. She was determined to impress.

John watched her as she shuffled around the kitchen, she actually had a nice arse, perhaps a little too big but it wobbled delightfully. Her movements were very efficient as she chopped some onions and potatoes.

She could feel his eyes on her, the apron covering her pussy she was still wearing her heels which were beginning to hurt, they helped her legs and arse to look good. As she moved around her kitchen she could swing her tits about, he seemed to like swinging tits.

"Slut, my glass needs topping up," he shouted.

Slut, the word sent quivers to her pussy. "Yes sir, coming sir." I wish, she thought as she shuffled over as quickly as she could. She refilled the glass with a smile and turned.

"My cock isn't hard, you're not very sexy, if a real sexy bitch was walking about like you are it would be hard. You're not trying, see if your tongue can bring some life into it," he demanded laughing.

Sandy got down on her knees and went to hold John's dick. "No hands," he said.

She put her hands behind her back and with her tongue lifted his shrunken dick and sucked on it. Within seconds there was movement and with her skills he soon had a semi-hard on.

"That's enough, get back to cooking." She stumbled back to the kitchen. That showed him, she thought. I'll have him shooting before he knows what's hit him. He'll have me climaxing as soon as he fucks me, if he fucks me, please fuck me.

She had everything ready, the piece de resistance was not the Wagyu ribeye steak but the deep fried chips. Chips done the old way, in lard not oil, the way that tasted best. She also made a special blue cheese sauce.

The steak was ready for the frying pan, the chips started and the sauce mixed ready. "Slut, more wine," he ordered.

Fuck, fuck, it's amazing how many things you can think of at one time: chips eight minutes it will automatically switch off but if she doesn't take them out straight away they won't be as good. She needs to get the steaks in soon, she will have to microwave the sauce.

She shuffled across as quickly as she could and poured his wine, she turned and began shuffling back. "Hold on, aren't you forgetting something?" He was smiling, a nasty smile.

She turned and fell to her knees and with her hands behind her back she took his still semi erect cock into her mouth. Please let me go and sort out the food she was thinking. He knew what he was doing. "Get your arse out of here and sort my dinner out," he demanded. Relieved she scuffled out as fast as she could.

Miraculously she served a perfect meal, she put two plates on the dining table, beautifully set with bronze cutlery. "Please sir, dinner is ready," she said. John walked over to the table.

"Bring my wine," he ordered and Sandy hobbled as quickly as she could to fetch the tray of wine to the table. When she returned John was sitting at the table but he had put her plate on the floor!

"You can use your hands, just be thankful you didn't do spaghetti bolognese," he said, tucking into the meal with his knife and fork. Kneeling on the floor, she picked up her super expensive steak and with her teeth ripped a mouthful off. You fucking cunt, she thought, she kissed his foot.

She was really angry as she ripped the steak and burnt her fingers on the chips. Cunt. Why does my body do one thing when I am thinking another? Why am I feeling angry and near to orgasm at the same time?

"My glass is empty," he quietly said.

Fuck you and your fucking glass, she thought as she stood and refilled his glass. "Thank you my dear, this meal is very good, you shall be rewarded, would you like any more of this delicious blue cheese sauce?"

"No thank you sir, I have plenty," she replied.

"Finish your dinner then," he said and tucked into his.

He finished his dinner and looked down at Sandy. "That was delicious, you will be rewarded, that sauce was delicious, put it in the microwave and heat it up." Wow it is going to reward her, he likes it, what will the reward be?

Sandy returned with the jug of sauce and gave it to John. She knelt before him and he poured the sauce over her tits. "Yaggghhh," she screamed, he leaned down and started licking the sauce off.

"Go and wash your hands and face, not your tits or cunt, I like you to have a smelly cunt it suits you. I wonder what your men in the car park would think of being offered your dirty smelly cunt, spunk dripping out and dried piss on your legs."

"Yes sir," Sandy was blushing, she felt small and dirty and embarrassed that her dirty smelly pussy was tingling and wet. She headed for the kitchen sink and washed her hands and face.

John selected another bottle of wine, he was no expert but picked the one which had an expensive looking label. He walked back to the lounge. "Come here, crawl," he ordered.

Sandy got onto her knees, adjusted her knickers so they didn't come off her ankles and started crawling. She arched her back and swayed her tits. Her nipples were almost touching the carpet.

'I hope he likes my tits like this, swinging, I'm looking at him, at his eyes, although it is difficult not to notice his erection which I could make rock hard, given half the chance,' were the thoughts going around her head.

She crawled between his open legs and with her face inches away from his balls pleading she looked up into his eyes. She could smell them, almost taste them. From her angle the column of his cock looked so inviting.

"Pour some wine," he said. For fuck sake, talk about spoiling the mood, why don't you fuck me? Beat me? Don't fucking ignore my need.

"Yes sir," she said, taking the new bottle. She realised that the corkscrew was back in the kitchen. She put the bottle down, turned and started crawling back to the kitchen. At least he can see my arse and pussy she thought, arching her back and wiggling her arse.

Wow thought John, I'm sure her cunt is winking at me, inviting me to fuck it. Oh how I want to fuck it, I'm going to fuck it very soon but first I need to torment her some more.

Sandy returned with the corkscrew in her mouth, immediately noticing that his cock was a lot harder. She poured the wine. "A toast to your wonderful cunt although as you know it belongs to me now. Raise a glass. "John's cunt," he said.

"John's cunt, may he keep it filled," Sandy said. They emptied their glasses.

"Take the apron off, hand me the leather strap and get over my knee."

Yes, oh yes, she was in position in no time. Whack, the paddle came down on her arse. "Ow! Harder, please," she stated. John obeyed and hit her harder across both cheeks. "Ouch, thank you sir."

Three more before he put the paddle down and put two fingers into her pussy. "Straddle me, get my cock in your cunt and fuck me."

"Oh yes sir," she gushed and was quickly holding his cock and putting it in her pussy. She fucked him hard, moving backward and forward as well as up and down. She started panting as her orgasm approached.

John was quite hypnotised by her bouncing tits at first and as she became more worked up he grabbed hold of them, squeezing her nipples hard. She yelled as she climaxed. John squeezed harder. She yelled again in pain and ecstasy.

He eased her off himself, wanting to keep his erection for future plans, very near future. "I think I would like some tangible indication that you belong to me, initially a collar. Do you have a collar in your collection?"

"Yes sir, several," she replied.

"Run and get them then."

She rushed upstairs, John poured himself another glass of wine.

Sandy returned holding three different collars. "This one I wear outside if it pleases my master, it looks quite normal, almost like a choker necklace. This is a normal dog's collar and this is wide and designed to hold the head up, it can be uncomfortable if worn for long. It also has several metal hoops that things can be connected to."

He picked up the middle one and made her kneel in front of him and hold her hair up while he fastened it around her neck. "I miss Bess so you can be her temporary replacement," he clipped Bess' leash onto the collar.

"I would normally take her out for her evening walk about now, so come on," he said, standing up and pulling on the leash. Sandy quickly crawled after him. Shit she thought, he won't take me outside, will he? She soon found out that he would but so far only in the back garden.

"This will be your only opportunity to pee, so be a good little bitch and do it outside." Fuck she thought, I can't do it while he is watching. She looked around and was fairly sure none of the neighbours could see her here.

"You can squat down like a bitch and splash your legs or cock your leg up like a dog and pretty well stay dry. If you decide on the dog style that will mean you haven't got a cunt so I will only be able to fuck your arse and mouth." He was talking as he peed onto the hydrangeas.

Whether it was him peeing or the thought of getting her arse fucked she cocked her leg and peed over her favourite fuschia. "Come on then," he said, pulling her back into the house even though she hadn't finished peeing. Following on the leash she crawled up the stairs into the games room.

As he dragged her along. "Sir, I can't do it. Slow down," she pleaded, then she made her big mistake. "Is this how you treated Bess?" He pulled her into the small room.

"I'll have you strung up like a piece of meat, basically that's all you are." He was angry, and she realised what a terrible thing she had said.

"I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean it," she pleaded, not because of the punishment but because it was a terrible thing to say. He obviously loved Bess.

He fastened her cuffs to a hook on a rope hanging from the ceiling and hoisted her up. "Well at least you managed to keep your shoes and knickers on."

Her knickers were still round her ankles where he liked them. He ripped them off. She was fully stretched, her heels just resting on the floor. Sandy liked this, the total inability to do anything to protect herself, to be completely in his hands.

"What a shit you are, how stupid can you get, you don't even know me and you get yourself in this position. On top of that you insult me," he said, picking up a long thin cane from the selection to hand.

He hit her hard across her arse. She screamed, and danced her legs around. Her arse had a fierce red line across it. She did not say anything, but secretly loved it even though it hurt like hell.

Another equally hard and painful on the front of her thighs. She screamed and danced around again. John continued to hit her, wherever was in his view, as she turned round. His final one hit right across her tits. She let out the loudest scream yet.

John threw the cane on the floor. How could the bitch say that about Bess? What a cow. Did she do it on purpose? Did she want me to beat her like that? What have I done? Look at the state of her, I did that. Fuck some are bleeding. All are bad.

Wow, thought Sandy, fuck that hurt, I asked for it. I'm crying, I'm in pain. I am so worked up if he touches my pussy I cum. How can a man who cried over his dead dog do that to me? I'm glad he did. Now fuck me.

John walked behind her, pressed his erection into her striped arse, took hold of her chin, pulled her round and kissed her. With a hand squeezing each tit he kissed her neck.

She tilted her head back and his hand went from tit to pussy. He no sooner ran his fingers over her clitoris and into her pussy than she had a loud wet orgasm, squirting over his hand.

Yes, he was still kissing her neck, squeezing her tit and pushing fingers into her pussy. His hot body and hotter erection was pushing into her back and arse, into her wounds. She was a mass of emotions of passion, another orgasm exploded, he had four fingers in her. Tears ran down her cheeks, partly caused by the pain in her tits.

He took hold of the electric switch mechanism and pressed the bottom button and lowered Sandy down until she could bend forward, her cunt, her arse and her mouth all within reach of his cock. "Spread your legs, arch your back," John demanded.

When he had her in position he ran his hand over her mutilated arse, into her pussy and two fingers into her arse. "It's a pity your cunt is out of bounds, your slimy cunt would be so easy. But so be it. He pushed his cock into her arse, hard and all the way. He rammed into her as hard as he could, he could feel the climax approaching so he pulled out, swung her round and she opened her mouth to accept his cock.

As much as Sandy was in pain, she liked anal and when he turned her she opened her mouth to take his cock, straight from her arse. John didn't know it but her ex-partner loved to do this.

He put it right down her throat until she gagged. He pulled out and splattered over her face. Leaving her there, bent over he left the room, went down stairs and gulped a full glass of wine. He sat down, put his head in his hands. What have I done? He asked himself.

He poured another glass and went up stairs, he lifted Sandy's head by her hair. She looked up at him, smiled and said "Thank you master."

For fucks sake, thank you master, I've just beat the shit out of her and she says thank you, John's head was in a whirl. He unfastened the cuffs, took her shoes off and led her to the main bedroom.

"Have you anything to put on your wounds that would ease your pain?" he asked.

"Top drawer in the dressing table," she said.

John found a tube of cream and held it up so that Sandy could see it. "Yes, that's the one," she said. Starting at her tits he gently applied the cream to each of Sandy's wounds.

She couldn't believe how gentle he was. From frenzied beating to compassionate, tender man.

John inspected her from head to toe, her cuts, front and back. Her swollen battered pussy, her slime covered thighs. Her poor arse and her sperm covered face. "Come to bed," he said.

She looked dubious, she couldn't lay on her back or her front, perhaps her left side, it doesn't look too bad. While she was standing John carefully removed the remains of her stockings, running his hands down her legs from pussy to feet. She shivered.

She went to the bathroom peed and washed her legs, tits and pussy being careful of the wounds.

She worked round to the right hand side of the bed, so she could lay on her left and look at John who joined her shortly after. He fell asleep within minutes while Sandy's pain kept her awake, she looked at him and smiled.

She did eventually fall asleep but after a few hours she rolled onto her back and woke with a painful jerk. After a broken sleep she looked at her clock, saw it was gone eight.

John was on his back, snoring. She slowly worked her way down, licking her tongue round his nipple. Her hand moved to his cock which to her surprise was hard. She licked his stomach and his belly button and a short move to the head of his cock.

She was on her knees holding his balls and sucking his cock. Being on her knees she kept all her sores away from touching anything. She felt him move and looked up at his face. He was smiling, and his hand drifted between her legs.

"You are a wonderful slut, a sloppy mouth on my cock and my hand in a sloppy cunt. Suck my balls now," he ordered as he pushed two fingers into her. She nudged a testicle into her mouth, she sucked on it and ran her tongue around.

"Get on top and fuck me," he ordered.

"Yes sir," she said, carefully kneeling across him and launching his cock into her pussy. She bounced up and down, he grabbed her bouncing tits, she screamed as his hands hit her half open wound, followed by: "Yessssss" as she climaxed.

He looked at her tit, it started bleeding again, he felt so guilty, he caused that in a fit of temper. It took all the desire out of him. "Get yourself up, we need to clean you up and get your tits dressed," he ordered in a brusque manner.

He washed her in the warm shower, put cream on the lesions and a dressing on the worst one on her tits. "Go and make breakfast while I shower," he told her. Naked, she went downstairs to the kitchen. She decided to wear an apron, a proper one not the frilly little maids thing, despite not being told to. She didn't want fat spitting on her.

John showered, he was angry with himself, he should control himself. You live and learn. He dried himself and thought: now to go downstairs to taste that beautiful bacon that smells so good before I fuck her over the table.

They ate breakfast together, although Sandy ate hers standing up, the kitchen chairs were very hard. When they had finished she bent to put the pots into the dishwasher. John took advantage of her exposed pussy, which always seemed to be ready, wet and welcoming.

With her hands on the dishwasher and his hands on her hips he fucked her doggy. He tried hard not to hit her arse too hard and disturb the damage he had caused. He climaxed, turned her round and kissed her. "Get a dress on, we will take Bess home," he said and started dressing himself.

Sandy put a dress on as ordered, nothing else, was she being too literal? She wondered. A bra will be agony and knickers she could easily do without. She put shoes on. If he wants stockings he should have asked.

They put Bess in the boot and drove to John's bungalow which he had inherited from his late mother. John had already dug the grave and a rose tree was standing by it. He lay Bess gently in the bottom of it. He filled the grave and planted the rose on top.

Sandy watched the tears silently run down his face. She put her arms round him and walked him back to the bungalow. She sat him down, found some whisky in the cupboard and poured him a large glass. "I'll drive if we need to go anywhere," she said.

She held him for some time until he seemed to have settled. "I enjoyed last night, I enjoyed the humiliation, the beating and the sex. I want you to treat me like that all the time. I like to be hurt. I like to be told what to do, I even like to be humiliated. I like you, a compassionate, strong man who can cry for his dog and still be powerful and severe. Who can punish me when I need it or even when he wants to," she spoke as she fell onto her knees between his legs.

She rested her head on his thigh and that's when he first noticed she had been crying too. He rubbed her hair, a warm feeling of compassion waved over him.

"Come here," he said, pulling her up by her hair. "You are my bitch, Bess was my bitch, she was born that way, you have earned the name bitch along with slut. So you are now my bitch, unfortunately Bess' collar won't fit you, we'll buy you one and use Bess' leash. I do not like to use the collars you used before."

"Oh yes master, thank you, I will always be your bitch," she said.

John changed and they set off for the local town. Their first stop was a pet shop, the owner was the only person working in the shop, a not unattractive blond lady in her thirties. "I want a dog collar please," John said.

The lady led them to a rack at the back of the shop, she took down a collar. "Will this do sir?" she asked, handing it to John. He turned and measured it round Sandy's neck.

"Too small, a couple of inches longer." The shop owner's mouth dropped open as she watched him measure it on Sandy.

"Yes sir," she said, taking it off him and handing him a longer one. He took it off him and tried it on Sandy.

"Perfect size, have you got one in pink, preferably with sparkly studs, a pretty one?" He asked.

The owner opened a drawer under the display and brought out an attractive one, pink with a soft lining and rhinestone decoration. "Like this sir?" she asked, handing it to him.

"Excellent, she'll wear it now," he said, fastening it round her neck. Sandy looked around for a mirror but the usual customers don't want to know what things they are wearing look like so the shop was sadly lacking mirrors. "Have you one in black with metal studs that would suit a big dog like a rottweiler?"

"Yes sir," she said, rooting in her drawer and pulling out the type she requested.

"Perfect, I will keep this for special occasions."

"What type of special occasion?" she asked.

"Occasions when I don't want her to be cute, I want her to be what I want her to be and that isn't always pretty."

She looked at him and smiled. "Does she like to be what you want her to be?"

Sandy had been standing there like a good little girl while others talked about her as if she wasn't there. "Yes, she does, all the time," she said.

"Find me a cute, sexy, silver one," he said.

She found one and gave it to him. The three of them moved to the till and the owner cut the tag off Sandy's collar and scanned it with the others. John put the black collar in his pocket and handed the silver one to the owner with a card with his phone number on.

John and Sandy left the shop before the owner could have commented if she had wanted to. They went to a country pub not far from Sandy's village and had a delicious meal. John finished off with a large brandy as Sandy was driving. Several people looked at Sandy's collar but nobody commented.

"Are you uncomfortable?" John asked.

"My bum is sore and these chairs are hard but each time I feel the pain I automatically get a welcome feeling in my pussy. Sometimes I get a sudden twinge of pain from where you beat me and my mind goes back to when it happened, shivers go through my body.

John looked at her in a different light, her pain from which he created yesterday was arousing her here and now. How she must enjoy pain. Did he like giving it? Not really. He was annoyed with himself about losing his temper, if he hadn't been grieving about Bess, if she hadn't said about how he treated her, which wasn't true he would have been more in control.

"Let's go," he said and they set off for the car. Sandy in the driver's seat and John in the passenger. "Find somewhere picturesque," he said, his hand raising Sandy's dress. She drove down narrow country lanes until they came to a valley full of bluebells.

He lowered his window and felt the warm, close air and the pleasant smell of the flowers. He sat back with his fingers in Sandy's pussy. "Suck it," he demanded. Sandy put her seat back, knelt on it and fished his cock out and started sucking.

He closed his eyes and lay back, basking in the mouth on his cock, his fingers in her pussy and the joint smell of bluebells and pussy juice.

Sandy felt in her element, she had her master enjoying her blowjob skills. He had trusted her to drive his car and she had chosen the perfect spot. She was careful not to make him climax too soon, she was revelling in his lazy fingers playing with her clit and pussy.

Sandy knew it was coming and having enjoyed her stimulation was happy enough not to climax and when John emptied into her mouth she swallowed it all.

"Home, yours," said John. Sandy neatly tucked his cock away and took up her driving position without pulling her dress down. He looked across at her shaved pussy, slimy with her pussy juice, he smelt his fingers and smiled. They drove to Sandy's house.

Sitting together on the couch they dozed until John's phone pinged with a message from an unknown number: 'Will you fasten it on me?'

He replied with Sandy's address and 7 pm. Sandy would love to know what it was about but it was not her place to ask. "Strip, put those cuffs on your wrists and ankles, come back down."

"Yes sir," she wondered what he was up to as she went upstairs to put his orders into action. She put the cuffs on, lightly touched up her makeup and ran a comb through her hair before coming down.

"Have you got any rope? Asked John.

"Yes sir, upstairs,"

"Go and get it." She set off back upstairs and returned with the rope. He made her sit in an armchair and fastened her legs so they were spread apart.

"You look lovely," he said, adjusting her arse so that her arsehole and cunt were on display. "Although this dressing spoils the look," he ripped it off her tits showing a vivid red scar.

"That's better," he said, pinching her nipples until her face screwed up. He laughed. Sitting next to her he played with her pussy and tits until she began writhing. He stopped when the doorbell rang. He had timed it that way knowing his guest would be on time. "You'll have to do it yourself now, masturbate but don't cum.

He went to the door and let in the shop owner, she was wearing an unnecessary fur coat and holding a silver collar in front of her. He took her hand and led her into the lounge. "Let me formally introduce Sandy who you met earlier, Sandy this is ... a would be slut," John said before she could say her name.

The shop owner was gobsmacked at seeing Sandy's predicament. "I errr, I came for you to put the collar on, you seem busy, do you want me to go?"

John smiled. "Make yourself at home, take your coat off." She looked at him and blushed. She was out of her comfort zone. It was embarrassing with another woman watching. All or nothing, she opened the coat and allowed it to drop to the floor.

John laughed, Sandy smirked and the shop owner wanted to curl up and die. Her underwear, no lingerie was a more appropriate name, was red and black and very slutty. Her bra was red lace with extra ribbons that went below it around her chest, her nipples poked out between slits in the cups. Her substantial tits were bulging out giving her a most inviting cleavage.

Around her waist was another piece of red lace with black ribbon going down to hold up her stockings. Her red lace knickers also had black ribbons, one the waist band and two lining the slit which left her cunt open. Red stockings and heels completed the clothing.

"I see you have come prepared to earn your collar," said John.

"Yes sir,"

John led her towards Sandy, "Sandy likes to have a wank," he said, turning her so that her back was to the masturbating woman. He pulled his belt out of his trousers and pulled the zip down. "Bend over and suck it."

The shop owner held his cock and squatted down. "No, keep your legs straight," John demanded. She straightened, bent and took his cock in her mouth. "Sandy, has she got a nice cunt?" he asked.

"I don't know, sir I can't see it properly, she has her legs closed, although it does try to peep through her knickers."

"Open your legs."

"That's better, she has quite a cute cunt, sir, quite wet, the lips pushed together by the open crotch knickers."

"I must look for myself, turn around and put your arms on Sandy's chair and you can look at her cunt."

When she had turned he looked at her pussy, he liked the way the knickers squeezed her cunt. He slotted in and rammed home hard. "Do you like Sandy's little cunt?"

"Yes sir."

"Can you smell it?"

"Yes sir."

"Is Sandy wanking?"

"Yes sir."

"Tell her to stop for a minute while you have a good look, smell and taste." He waited a minute, with his cock all the way in, keeping still so as not to interfere with the cunt examination.

"Well, tell me your findings."

"Her pussy looks lovely, very cute, it smells sweet and tastes beautiful."

"Good and Sandy will have the chance to smell and taste yours." John held her hips and pulled her to him as he rammed in.

"Yes, yeeeeeessss," screamed the shop owner. She had built herself up all day thinking about wearing the collar, being treated like a dog, having to do as she is told. She had been wet all afternoon.

Having decided to wear the underwear she had never expected to wear in front of someone, especially a woman. She had worn it once before, on her own, in a fantasy of her own making, with a magic wand instead of a man.

Looking at Sandy's pussy had been a real turn on, she had never really looked at one before, certainly not that close, that open, that wet, that ready. Her pussy had become open, wet, and ready.

So ready that it did not take long for her to climax. John continued pumping into her until he came. What's your name?" he asked. It was the first time he had fucked someone without knowing their name it seemed extra thrilling.

There was some hesitation before she replied. "Jess," she had thought about making a name up, Lassie or Daisy but as her name was over the shop door there seemed little point. She had an idea. "I would like to be called Fido if I get to wear the collar, it's Latin for faithful."

"Get on your knees and suck my cock clean then crawl to the kitchen and bring back three bottles of cider from the fridge."

She smiled, "Yes sir," she replied and after sucking his cock crawled to the fridge. John released Sandy while Jess was walking back with a sway carrying three bottles. She put them on a coffee table.

"Bottle opener?"

"Sorry sir," she said, turning. He slapped her arse.

"Crawl." She got back on her hands and knees and crawled back to the kitchen with a bright red hand print developing on her arse. He admired the way her tits were trying to escape from the bra on her way back.

He took the opener and opened the bottles. "Take your bra and knickers off and crawl to the kitchen so I can observe your naked cunt and tits on the move," he said grinning.

He watched her swing her arse as she moved away, her cunt glistening with his cum which was also working its way down her thighs. On her return journey she swayed her large tits which had extra long nipples.

John sat in a chair next to Sandy, he handed her a bottle. "You can stop wanking now," he told her. "You, sit on the floor between my legs." When she was settled he handed her a bottle.

They were silent for a while. "Did you always want to behave as someone's dog or should I say bitch? Is that why you opened a pet shop?" asked John.

"Goodness no, I have had pets all my life, when I inherited some money I bought the pet shop off an old girl who had let it run down. I didn't think about actually being a pet until I saw you put the collar on Sandy and everything clicked into place, I wanted to be Sandy."

John smiled and nodded.

"You knew, that's why you bought me the collar?" Jess said.

"Yes, you are a natural submissive, you've seen the mark on Sandy's tits and the other lesser marks and you didn't run." John leaned down and pinched her nipple. "You have earned your collar," he said. "Sandy hold her hair up."

While Jess' hair was held up she stretched her neck and the collar was fastened. "Fido and Bitch, on your knees, in front of me," he barked and both women scurried down. "In my car are two of Bess' leashes, fetch them."

There was hesitation, Jess looked at Sandy who shrugged and crawled to John's trousers and took his car keys out of the pocket. Putting them in her mouth with Jess she crawled, slowly, sexily with a definite sway to the door.

John could see two slowly disappearing arses, one with lines of suspenders coming down to stockings, the other bare with fading red stripes across it. The total of apparel between them, one suspender belt, two stockings, two high heeled shoes, four cuffs and two collars. The car was on the drive.

When they reached the door Jess whispered: "Can we do this? Who will see us? I wasn't expecting this."

"Wuodddmmm," Sandy spit the keys out. "You can always leave," she said.

"Hell no, but who can see us?"

"I don't know, what I do know is that my cunt is sodden, my tits ache as my nipples try to explode."

"There is that, I'm the same. Fuck it, lets be good dogs and fetch the leashes." They opened the door and crawled out to his car, picked up the leashes, each with one in their mouth crawled back to the house.

John watched them crawl back, both were wincing as their knees touched the carpet, they were cut from the gravel on the drive, Jess' nylons were shredded.

"Good little puppies," he said, admiring their swaying tits. He took the leashes off them and clipped them onto the collars.

"I'd better take you pups for a walk before we settle down," he said and led them to the patio doors. They were both relieved to reach the lawn where their knees were cushioned. "Pee," he ordered, while he sprinkled the plants in the border.

They both struggled to pee in the situation. John gave them a few minutes. "Okay," he said and turned heading back to the house with them hurrying behind on their leads.

Once inside John sat himself in the centre of the couch and indicated Jess to lay across his knee. She was smiling, she wanted to be punished like this, spanking rather than humiliation. "Ow!" she cried, it hurt a lot more than she had anticipated.

"Ow, ow, ow," she cried, waving her legs about as he continued smacking her.

"Keep still, that's warmed your arse up a bit," he said while inserting two fingers into her pussy. "And warmed up your sloppy cunt. Hand me the paddle Sandy."

Jess gulped, paddle, fuck his hand was bad enough, what's a paddle going to be like? She felt ashamed that her pussy was so wet. "Yooowwww," yes the paddle fucking hurt, five times it hurt.

"Up, your turn Sandy."

"Yes sir," said Sandy, skipping forward.

"Jess, stand there with your hands on your head and your arse to us," John said.

"Yes, sir." She stood proudly, her red arse stinging. She would have loved to rub her bum but resisted the urge and kept her hands on her head.

Sandy lay across John's knees, careful to trap his hard cock between his stomach and her side. She wiggled in anticipation before the paddle hit across her arse. "Ow, thank you sir," she said.

After five more hits and five more thank you sirs John put the paddle down, put his hand between her legs and eased them apart. "Jess, pour me a vodka and tonic," he said as he inserted two fingers into Sandy's welcoming pussy.

He lifted Sandy off and repositioned her with her legs over him. "Fuck me," he told her as he took the drink off Jess. "Kneel down between my legs and keep an eye on Sandy's cunt, you can empty it after I have filled it," he told Jess.

He watched Sandy's tits bounce as she with her hands on his chest fucked him. She was looking down on John, sinking into his deep pale brown eyes. Why do men always have wonderful long eyelashes? She inconsequentially thought as the pressure of her impending orgasm built up.

John was laying back, sipping his drink and enjoying the sensations, the warm, tight feeling of her cunt on his cock, the sight of her heaving tits, the smell of her juicy cunt, her panting. He held her head and pulled her down to kiss her, taste her.

She climaxed as he kissed her. He held her tighter as he shot his seed into her. She held onto him, kissing him deeply. They parted and John lifted her off and stood. "Sandy on the couch spread your legs, Jess lick her cunt, clean my spunk out."

No, thought Jess he cannot make me do this, I can't. She knelt and started licking the sperm up. John poured himself another gin and tonic when Jess had finished John instructed her to sit close to Sandy.

"Open wide, spread your legs, Jess's leg over Sandy's." He looked at them, finished his drink, put the glass down and knelt at their feet and put two fingers in each pussy. "It is important that you become good friends, play with your friends' nipples," he instructed. Kiss each other."

Hands came across and nipples were tweaked. John was using two fingers in each cunt and his thumbs on their clits. "You're not kissing your aunt, kiss properly or I'll leave your cunts alone and ban you from touching them." The kisses got more serious.

Jess felt strange kissing a woman, playing with her nipple, she liked the way it stood to attention. She liked the way their pussies sounded as he splashed in them. She liked the way his thumb massaged her clit. She liked the way Sandy smelt mixed with the smell of sex. She wondered if Sandy could taste herself on her kisses.

Sandy was feeling content, Jess kissed beautifully, and the feelings in her nipple and pussy had her soon building up again. Jess beat her to it and climaxed with a yell. John kept on and Sandy followed suit.

John walked behind the couch and put his fingers in each girl's mouth so that they could taste each other. "Bed time girls, can we all fit in your bed, Sandy?"

"If we snuggle up, it is king size," she said.

"You two get ready for bed, I have plans for tomorrow. Sandy directed Jess to the bathroom and dashed to the downstairs toilet, pleased not to have to crawl outside. Jess found the bathroom and used the toilet before getting in the shower. She was soon joined by Sandy.

It was a large shower cubicle and Jess moved to the side to allow Sandy in. "Wow! That was amazing," said Jess.

"It certainly was," said Sandy, leaning in and kissing her lips and holding her tits. They washed each other, got ready and climbed naked into bed. They were soon joined by a freshly showered John who climbed over Jess, settled in the middle of them and fell asleep.