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Mistress of the House 2 - Trip to the City
(Melissa DuVant)
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Mistress of the House 2: Trip to the
City Melissa DuVant Copyright © Melissa DuVant The right of Melissa DuVant to be identified as the
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by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure
invention. Table of Contents Chapter Three: Mothballed Devices Chapter Seven: Assisting the Mistress Chapter Eight: A Not-So-Soothing Shower Chapter Ten: Comparative Judgement Chapter Eleven: Some Final Tasks Chapter Twelve: The Household Expands Petgirl Playtime Chapter 1: Picking up a Stray Thanks to everyone that reads and enjoys my books! Hannah bumped up and down, her body knocking against the bottom of the car boot. She could feel the engine throbbing, racing along at high speed, but she couldn't see, locked into the darkness of the boot. She was bound into a hogtie, with ropes pinching into her wrists and ankles, her belly against the floor. Somewhere in the trip, her maid uniform her gotten unkempt, her dress riding up, grit and dirt from the car sticking to her skin. How long had the journey gone on for? It seemed forever, the boot stuffy and hot, but it was impossible to tell - and there hadn't been any stops yet, either! She squirmed, feeling her bladder, full and hot. If she wet herself, then Miss Coerator would punish her! Her butt was already sore from a previous spanking, where she had just been bent over the woman's knees, a firm hand slapping against her buttocks, again and again. And all she'd done was spill a little bit of tea at breakfast - that hadn't deserved a spanking, surely! Her butt was red and sore, aching whenever her bound limbs touched against it, forced to move by the regular bumping of the car. That wasn't all there was to distract her though - her mouth was sealed with a gag, firmly plugging her mouth, even if it did make it harder to breathe. And there was a fat plug in her asshole, pushed in after she had been bound into the hogtie, stretching her asshole wide before it slid into her body, and then her chastity belt had been locked on again. It felt massive and huge, and felt like it was getting bigger and bigger over time, although that was probably just her increasing soreness and sensitivity. She wanted the thing outside of herself, but it was too big to squeeze out, and she couldn't reach it with her hands, forcing her to endure the constant throbbing soreness. A sudden swift turn made her slide to the side, bumping against the side of the boot again, hearing her own echoed grunt. How much longer would this go on for? And she didn't even know where they were going - even though she'd had to drag Miss Coerator's luggage down and load it into the car. The luggage had gone into the back of the car - the boot, apparently, was reserved for just her! Even though there would have been plenty of space if that was all reversed. The speed of the car dropped to a crawl, leaving Hannah to suffer in the boot, her limbs and back aching from the lengthy hogtie, her bladder getting more and more sore. She could feel every movement acutely now, desperate to relieve herself, and to be let free of the hogtie. After what seemed like a hot, hellish eternity, the car stopped, the engine-vibrations stopping, the brake snapping into place. She tightened her legs together - did that mean they had finally arrived? The boot opened, light and fresh air flowing in, Miss Coerator's form appearing as a shadow. She reached forward, lightly pressing a hand against Hannah's thigh. 'You have been a good girl, haven't you? Managing to not make a mess. I suppose I should have put some plastic sheeting down.' 'Mrphhh!' Hannah wriggled, trying to convey the urgency blossoming in her bladder. 'Let's get you out.' Miss Coerator's hand slid over Hannah's body, finding the knot of the hogtie and tugging it loose, her limbs flapping loose, blood flowing back and making them prickle with pins and needles. Miss Coerator reached in and helped her up, scooping her out of the boot, her touch strong and comforting. She was dressed in her usual style, in a red leather dress, leather driving gloves on her hands, looking sleek and sensual. Hannah was put down on the ground, allowed to stand up, struggling to keep her legs from giving way beneath her. Where were they? She looked around - it was a small courtyard, with old, red-brick walls on all sides, small windows dotted everywhere, looking dark and threatening. She bit her lip, trying to hold her bladder tight, not wanting to soil herself. The sun was dropping downwards, making everything even darker, the temperature starting to drop. 'This way.' She didn't have time to react before Miss Coerator clipped a leash onto her collar, pulling her forward. Hannah stumbled, legs numb and slow, but she managed to stay standing, getting pulled towards a large double-door, dirty stained glass above it, the pattern too grimy to see. She pushed it open, Hannah following along behind, dragged by her neck, into what had been a grand stairwell, with a wrought-iron spiral staircase twisting upwards between the floors, a tiled floor underfoot. But it was covered with leaves that had come in from somewhere, making a layer of grime and mold, the interior surfaces all dirty and dark. Hannah looked around, wincing at how dirty it all was, and hoping that she wouldn't have to clean it all herself! But, for now, she was obedient, following behind Miss Coerator, keeping her legs pressed against each other. She was pulled towards it, the force on her neck constant, strangely comforting, even if she didn't like the slightly slimy floor beneath her feet. Another door was pushed open, revealing an area that was a bit less dirty and grimy. It looked inhabited, although was still dirty, with stacked-up ready-meal containers and plastic cutlery. Miss Coerator coughed, sounding vaguely embarrassed. 'This is my city property. A little past it's prime, I'm afraid, but I'm sure you can help with that.' She pulled on the leash, dragging Hannah close in, then taking hold of her shoulders, fingers strong and firm through Hannah's maid dress. 'There's some business I need to deal with, and I've been invited to a few events. And it will be a delight to show you off as well. You can learn more of the duties required of your position as well - and a few more outfits would be nice. Something a little more customized, just for you.' Her fingers were warm, soothing Hannah with their touch, her body firm and commanding. 'And it has suitable accommodation for you as well. Not quite as large as what you might be used to, but I'm sure you'll manage.' She embraced Hannah, her hands pressing against Hannah's belly, making her wince from the pressure, before releasing the gag, the gag-ball now around Hannah's neck like a wet and soggy necklace. 'Mistress, could you...' 'Don't worry, this way.' The scent from the ready-meal containers made Hannah wrinkle her nose, before she was steered by her shoulders and pushed further inside. Through an open doorway she glimpsed a massive bed, soft and comfortable looking, before she made to enter the next room - which was far smaller and more cramped, just a few paces square. In one corner was a small hole in the ground, next to a metal cage. Shackles hung from the ceiling, while coiled ropes hung on the wall. 'This will be your room. Nice and close to my own, should I need you for anything. Now, I assume you need to empty yourself?' 'Yes, Mistress Coerator. Please!' She felt like she was about to burst! 'Squat over there.' She gestured at the hole, Hannah obeying, squatting over it and lifting her skirt up, feeling the petticoats rustle against her skin, exposing the metal belt that sealed away her crotch, her pussy locked behind the chastity belt. She felt so hot and wet beneath it, sealed away from touching herself, desperately horny all the time! Miss Coerator moved in close, Hannah feeling a confused heat washing through her, arousal and shame mingling together, as she took a key from her cleavage and used it to unlock the front panel of the belt. Just having the air slide in and kiss her down there made blood rush to her head and cheeks, making her feel dizzy! And then she relaxed, letting liquid flow from her body, pouring downwards into the hole. It felt good, the pressure fading from inside of her, but having to do it with Miss Coerator watching was another layer of humiliation. She wasn't even allowed to piss without being watched! 'Clean yourself off. And then it's time to put you to bed.' She tossed a pack of wipes at Hannah, who used one of them to clean herself down. Even that was enough to make her heart race, her arousal growing. 'Don't be naughty, little Hannah! No touching without permission.' 'Mrrhh...' Hannah made a feeble protest, but still obeyed, despite how much she wanted contact down there. How long had it been since she had been allowed to orgasm? Being this wet and desperate was almost as humiliating as having to piss herself! At least Miss Coerator didn't have a crop in hand to punish her with right now! But having the woman stand over her, in that tight, sleek dress, the red leather clinging to her curves, showing off her body, was making Hannah's thoughts blur. She wanted those gloved hands to be touching her, squeezing and grasping her skin, or to probe deep inside her body, stirring her up! 'Good girl. You're so much more obedient than you used to be - wonderful! This is why I trust you enough to bring you here.' Hannah moaned again, her tongue rubbing against the gag in her mouth, frantically trying to swallow enough to keep herself from dribbling. 'After all that time in the cage, then I think I'll be generous tonight, and let you stretch yourself out a little.' She took hold of one of the shackles that dangled from the ceiling. 'Stand up and strip. That uniform is a little mussed - there's a fresh one you can wear tomorrow.' 'Mphh...' Hannah obeyed, reaching behind herself to unzip it, peeling it off her skin. It stuck to her skin slightly, all the sweat of her journey having made it grimy, making her feel more free with it gone. Miss Coerator's gaze turned predatory, her teeth showing as she smiled, Hannah feeling exposed and aroused, having to resist the urge to cross her arms over her chest to cover herself, before she unclasped her bra, leaving her naked except for her collar, stockings and shoes. Miss Coerator leaned in, kissing Hannah on the cheek, before grasping her arm and clicking the shackle into place, then doing the same to the other arm. This forced Hannah to hold her arms up high and wide, leaving her body exposed to view and touch. Leather-wrapped hands cupped her breasts, fingers stroking over her nipples, Hannah gasping in delight, feeling pleasure surge through her body, making a squeaking sound through her gag. 'Good girl! Nice and obedient, aren't you?' Hannah nodded, feeling her collar, warm and snug around her throat. 'Well, I hope you'll be on your best behavior. It would be embarrassing if you were to act up in front of my friends!' Her touch was soft and gentle, Hannah's nipples getting hard, Miss Coerator's voice strong and comforting. 'And there's a lot of work to be done here. I do hope you'll be as attentive as you should be - it would be a shame if I had to show you off with whip-marks all over your skin.' Hannah's nipples were grabbed, squashed between strong fingers, her breasts getting pulled forward, skin stretched out. She gasped, feeling dribble splash from her mouth and down her chest, hot and sticky as it flowed over bare skin. Miss Coerator kept pulling, stretching out Hannah's breasts, pain flaring in her chest, hot warmth growing between her legs. 'Such a good girl!' She twisted the nipples, making Hannah moan and gasp, before her breasts were released. She stared up at Miss Coerator, unable to look away, losing herself in the powerful woman's eyes. 'Maybe, if you're very good, I'll be able to make use of the chains on my own bed again. You would certainly make an attractive bed-warmer, and it might be pleasant to wake up next to you.' Hannah felt her cheeks heat up, a strong and fierce blush coming over her cheeks. Being wrapped up in bed, even if restrained, with Miss Coerator, spreadeagled next to her, those fingers lazily tickling and sliding over her skin, the woman's scent suffusing her senses, her skin afire with desire... She squirmed her thighs, feeling a rush of desire run through her. Miss Coerator chuckled, stroking at Hannah's cheek, then stroking her belly, pressing against it, before her hand slid downwards. As the leather-wrapped fingers touched against the top of her slit, she sighed and shivered, twisting around to try and get more contact and pressure. Even just having the belt-panel open was stimulating, having a finger probe there was making her delirious! The finger pushed into her, parting her lower lips, and she groaned, loud enough to make herself feel embarrassed, her walls tightening around it, trying to pull it deeper into herself. She'd rather have something bigger and fatter, but even this was making her heart pound, her vision blurring. She could feel it, pushing deeper and deeper into her, her nudity and spread arms making her feel exposed and vulnerable. 'So lovely and obedient!' Miss Coerator was moving the finger with agonizing slowness, twisting it around, Hannah's head rocking back and forth, her breathing rough and ragged. 'You're definitely the best of the maids I've hired. And have the best stamina.' Just that single finger continued to twist and writhe, teasing Hannah, her crotch now fever-hot, juices starting to flow. Miss Coerator's other hand slid up and down Hannah's body, squeezing her backside, compressing her buttock before releasing it. Leather-wrapped fingers slid over her hip, then her waist, the gentle touches making her shiver involuntarily. She was gasping in time with the finger-thrusts, her desire building up, more dribble oozing out from behind her gag, splashing over her body, between her breasts, trickling into her navel. 'You'll need some new stockings as well. Fortunately, there are numerous pairs here.' 'Mhrrmmm!' Hannah didn't care about that, she wanted to get off! She started to rock her hips, trying to set her own pace. The finger pulled back, making her whine with disappointment, before her lower lips were stroked again, fingers dancing over them. The other hand reached between her legs, pulling on the ass-plug, giving it a tweak and stretching out Hannah's butthole. Then it was released, the lump sliding back into her, too big to come out. 'Don't be greedy, little Hannah. You know you're only allowed pleasure when I permit it.' The fingers withdrew, and then there was a sharp, back-handed slap against her pussy, the pain slicing through the building pleasure, making Hannah jerk about in place. Another slap, and then the stroking resumed, the pain mingling with the pleasure. 'I think I have a few crops here, maybe you need one of those to be used?' Memories of the leather crop-head slapping against her bare cunt, her legs held spread by chains, made Hannah shiver. Punishment and pleasure, mingling together, making her head melt into vague fuzz, before being locked into the belt again. Fingers spread her lips wide, another penetrating her again, sliding deeper than before, making Hannah groan with frustrated delight. 'I think I'll leave the belt open for the night. That should be reward enough, shouldn't it?' A fingertip brushed against Hannah's clitoris, the nub of nerves sending a throb of fire through her, drawing out another wet, low whine. Being teased like this, kept so close to the edge, was cruel, her mind dangling by a thread, barely able to focus. 'Pleappphhh...' 'Shhhh, time for rest, my lovely little maid.' Miss Coerator leaned in, kissing Hannah on the forehead, her lips soft and warm. 'Rest up, as there's a lot of work to be done.' Another kiss, and another twist of her finger, now buried fully within Hannah's body, before it slid out, Miss Coerator wiping it clean against Hannah's thigh. 'I think a blindfold, as you seem a little overstimulated. Just to keep you calm. And if you start getting noisy then I'll be putting a nice thick gag in place - I'm only next door, so I hope you won't keep me up at all?' She pushed Hannah's head back, wrapping a thick leather strap over her collar to help support her head, before turning away and coming back with a blindfold, padded leather. After sweeping Hannah's hair aside, she pressed it against Hannah's face, blocking her vision, a warm and thick darkness forced onto her. It was buckled securely into place, leaving her bound, gagged and blindfolded, her arms still held up. 'Good girl. I'll come get you in the morning. Until then, sleep well, my lovely maid.' Hannah could hear Miss Coerator moving around, her senses desperate for any stimulation, listening as the woman moved away, leaving a lingering trace of her scent in the air, before she left. Hannah sagged in her restraints, her body still enflamed with lust, her head held up, letting herself succumb to a doze, falling into frustrated darkness. Hannah's sleep was fitful and uncomfortable, her arms stretched out, unable to properly rest. Miss Coerator's presence kept appearing, warped images of her leather-wrapped body, the sensations of her gloved hands sliding over Hannah's body, keeping her warm and aroused, just the touch of air against her now-bare slit keeping her far too excited. Cold water splashed against her body, waking her up, thin little needles of chill slashing against her skin, impossible to avoid. She heard herself mewling from behind her gag, the blindfold still sealing her eyes. 'You can't dawdle, my dear. There's work to be done.' There was a tight spray of cold water, getting moved over her chest, knocking against her breasts, trickling down into her belt, soaking into her stockings. When it blasted against her pussy, she gasped, in both pain and arousal. It played all over her body and her arms, before getting the flow stopped, leaving her there, naked and shivering, mind still foggy with sleep. She could smell Miss Coerator, and then heard the click-splash of her boots against the tiled floor, and then gloved fingers stroked against her cheek, and lifted the blindfold off. Hannah blinked at the sudden intrusion of light, seeing Miss Coerator in front of her, as immaculate as ever, in a different red leather dress, and arm-length gloves. 'A nice shower first! And I've got a dress for you. Dry yourself off.' She put a towel over Hannah's shoulder, before reaching in and releasing Hannah's wrists from the cuffs, so she could finally drop her arms, shoulders aching, then drying herself off. Miss Coerator nodded, granting permission, and Hannah released her neck from the thick cuff that held her in place, before drying herself off, and peeling the soggy stockings off her legs, as well as taking her shoes off. As she did so, she released that the entire tiled floor was tilted, letting the water flow towards the drain. 'Good girl. Nice and clean! Well, your hair is a little mussed, but that's cute, in it's own way.' She ran a hand through Hannah's hair, still damp, the touch making Hannah blush. 'And there's no guests expected, so you don't need to look perfect. Now, here's your outfit for today.' She held up a maid's outfit, but this one was shiny black-and-white, rippling and floppy latex - even the apron was made of the same stuff! 'Let's get that belt off. For your tasks today, you won't need it.' Hannah mewed through her gag, hating the sensation of metal around her waist, even as Miss Coerator reached in, taking the key from her cleavage and releasing the padlocks that held the belt against Hannah's body. She could feel her skin where the metal pressed, dents impressed around her waist where the belt pinched. And now she could feel her arousal increasing already, from the instant her belt was released! It wasn't fair, the way that Miss Coerator made her feel! Or how obedient she was - but it just seemed natural now. Although she couldn't meet the woman's eyes, as the dress was handed over. It was a task to get the thing on, the outfit incredibly tight, needing squeezing over her body, bit-by-bit, forcing her body into a particular shape, compressing her waist, pushing up her breasts, with a deep scoop along her back. And the skirt was short, just barely covering the top half of her thighs. When she twisted her hips, she felt it rise up from the motion, exposing her ass. And it was hard for her to focus, with her lust starting to increase, her heart racing. 'Good girl. Such an excellent maid! Perhaps I should send you off for more formal training? But then I'd be without you, and that just wouldn't do!' Her hand came forward, releasing the gag from around Hannah's mouth. By pure reflex, she tilted her head back and swallowed, stopping herself from dribbling everywhere. 'Excellent! So well trained. Now, let's get you fed, and then there's work to be done. Follow me.' She attached a leash to Hannah's collar and used it to pull her forward, Hannah's bare feet slapping against the still-damp floor. The rest of the place still looked grimy and dirty, Hannah wincing at the moment of work she would probably have to do. Down a short, dark passageway was a large kitchen, sunlight slanting in from above, the whole place beneath ground level. And it was a mess. Dirty pots and pans were stacked up by the sink, the surfaces were covered with grease and grime, and stacks of empty bottles had overflowed from a bin, cascading across the floor. 'This will be your first task. As least once you've had some food. And I suppose I should take that plug out of your lovely behind.' Just mentioning it made Hannah tighten up, suddenly aware of the fat lump nestled within her body. If she was going to be working, she didn't want something like that stuck within herself! 'I've already prepared your breakfast. There you go.' She gestured downwards, pointing at a metal bowl on the floor, filling with a thick, creamy paste. 'Food for a good girl!' Miss Coerator pulled on the leash, tugging Hannah forward. 'I want to see every drop gone. Down you go. Or would you prefer a cock feeder?' Hannah shook her head, before remembering that she was currently ungagged and could actually talk. 'No, Madame. This is fine.' It was as little degrading but not as bad as having to deepthroat a dildo just to get some food! The leash was unclipped, and then she dropped to all fours, the floor cold and hard against her palms and her knees, her butt now high in the air, feeling the plug shift within her. She leaned over the bowl, tidying her hair back before lowering her head to lick up the paste. It tasted vaguely sweet, but at least if filled her belly, as she lapped it up. She could hear Miss Coerator moving behind her, hands touching against her buttocks. Just the touch excited her, making her splutter on the warm paste, as the fingers poked her ass, slowly stroking downwards, then feeling between her thighs. A stray, feather-light touch against her pussy made her splutter, struggling not to choke. It wasn't fair to be so damn horny all the time, and never allowed to come! 'It is nice knowing that you're plugged, but I shouldn't strain you too much. After all, there's a lot of duties you'll need to perform while we are here.' A hand spanked against Hannah's backside, impacting hard against her skin, making her gasp into the bowl, hard enough to make an indentation in the liquid. Another spank, and then she pressed hard against it, hard enough to push against the base of the plug, the thing shifting about within her, making Hannah whimper from the intense pressure inside her body. Fingers touched against the plug, pulling on the base, and forcing Hannah's asshole wide. Keeping eating while her butthole was being violated was hard, her concentration wavering, Miss Coerator playing with the plug, pulling it a little bit outwards and then letting go, so it was swallowed back up within herself, sliding back into place. Trying to eat without making a mess was getting harder and harder, her body heating up, warmth throbbing up from her crotch, getting wet and loose. She had to keep pushing her head lower and lower as she swallowed down more of the paste. It was humiliating being played with like this - and having her asshole stretched out, again and again, was making her ache, while also turning her on! It was a relief when the plug was finally pulled out, even if it did stretch her asshole all the way to it's maximum width, the muscles getting forced wide, only slowly closing up afterwards. She was panting and gasping as it made her gape, struggling not to fall face-first into the food bowl, as she licked the metal clean. 'If you've finished your breakfast, then let's get you set up for work. I've got some equipment, just for you. Something to keep you distracted. And to help tone up those lovely legs of yours, keep them nice and strong. Stand up, and go get the weighted base from in there.' A finger pointed into a cleaning cupboard, although it was filled with all sorts of other junk as well. On the floor was a large metal square on wheels, with a circular hole in the center. Hannah had to release the wheels, a little clip on each stopping them moving. 'Over by the sink.' The sink was stacked high with dishes, greasy and gross, some of them stuck together, with strata of cutlery and glasses. Miss Coerator went to the cleaning cupboard, pulling out a dildo on a metal pole, Hannah shifting uncomfortably, acutely aware of how wet she was, her pussy desperate to be filled. 'Up on the platform. This should keep you from wandering off. Even if you are a good girl, it's easier to keep you in place.' She gave Hannah's ass a squeeze through her maid dress, digging her fingers into the soft meat. 'Get into place.' The platform rocked slightly when Hannah got onto it, wheels still loose. The metal pole was then screwed into the base, the dildo right beneath Hannah's pussy, making her feel open and exposed, and desperately horny. 'I've got some nice new shoes for you as well.' She leaned in, kissing Hannah on the cheek, her scent enveloping Hannah, making her head spin, a hand lazily moving over a breast and giving it a squeeze. As she moved away, Hannah's heart was pounding, and she had to gulp in deep breaths, Miss Coerator groping her again before stepping away again, Hannah turning to watch her. The way her leather dress clung to her body was enticing, making Hannah want to touch and stroke her, or be the one that dressed her! She returned with a long box, neat white cardboard, stamped with a fancy logo. Inside were knee-high leather boots, black and shiny, the heels brutally high, made to force the wearer's feet up almost completely straight. 'Put these on.' Hannah reached out and took one - it was heavier than she had thought, the leather soft and smooth beneath her fingers, and she felt guilty for leaving a slight finger-smear on the leather. 'A gift for my lovely maid.' Miss Coerator put the box down and moved around behind Hannah, the platform making the two of them about the same height, wrapping an arm around Hannah's waist to support her. Hannah slid her foot into the boot, feeling it adjust her posture, forcing her foot to be vertical, and then she tightened the laces, holding the leather against her leg. The inside was stiff and rigid, giving her strong support, her ankle and calf wrapped in leather, the heel boosting her up even higher. With just one on, she was massively unbalanced, needing Miss Coerator's support to keep from falling as she pulled the other boot on, her legs forced to be tight and tense to keep from falling over. 'And now let's make sure you don't go anywhere!' Her hand slid between Hannah's legs, cupping her slit, making her gasp with pleasure. Metal ratcheted and clicked, and she felt the fingers part her lower lips, before the dildo pushed upwards and into her. It penetrated into her, long, large and bumped, filling her up, forcing her to stay standing straight up. 'Something to keep you entertained while you do the cleaning.' Miss Coerator's fingers teased against Hannah's pussy, her lips forced wide by the dildo, the shaft at least more comfortable than the ass-plug, even if it kept her pinned in place more effectively. She couldn't move her hips at all, the cock-shaft pinning her into place from below. Miss Coerator's hand slid beneath Hannah's skirt, squeezing her backside again, as she leaned in and kissed Hannah on the neck. 'My lovely maid - and you're going to make this place nice and clean! I think you should have everything you need?' It was hard to focus, but Hannah managed to find a bottle of washing up liquid and a tap, hot water spraying out. 'Oh, before you begin - you should protect your hands, so put these on.' She handed over elbow-length black gloves, sleek and shiny, the insides powdered, Hannah pulling them on. They numbed her hands in a strange way - she could still feel the hot water flowing over her skin, but without it getting her hands wet, bubbles starting to form into a thick froth. 'Your hands should stay nice and fresh for more important duties. If you're a good girl, then I might promote you to my personal maid. Would you like that, my lovely Hannah?' She kissed Hannah's neck again, harder this time, her hands squeezing at breasts and buttocks. It would have been easier if she were gagged! At least then she wouldn't have had to try and focus enough to speak, the touch of Miss Coerator's hands stoking fires within her body, the cock even worse, violating her pussy, but impossible to get rid of. 'That would be... nice, Mistress...' She was starting to pant already, her body reacting to all the stimulation, the latex dress doing little to protect her. 'It would be nice to have you serving me fully. You've certainly proven yourself better than any of the previous applicants. Hmmm, maybe I should let you have some time with some of the other candidates, to train them? Would you like to have a cute little maid of your own? You'd both be belted, of course - I don't want my maids getting distracted!' Miss Coerator's body was hot and close, her hands seeming to be everywhere, squeezing and stroking, leaving Hannah gasping and impaled, her juices slowly trickling down her thighs. The thought of having that metal belt locked on again made Hannah whine, her cunt tightening around the cock, not wanting to be locked away! The cock was pushed high enough that she couldn't bend her knees, and just moving her waist, even a little, sent shivers of pleasure through her body. 'Don't break anything! And I want it all nice and clean. This should keep you from wandering off.' Miss Coerator pressed a hand against Hannah's pussy, hot juices trickling down, Hannah gasping and groaning, utterly trapped and impaled. 'I'll be coming and going to keep an eye on you, but I have other things I need to do.' When she spanked Hannah, she felt the impact through her entire body, able to feel the full size of the shaft buried within her body, although it was impossible to do anything about it. A slow and languorous ass-squeeze just stimulated Hannah even more, the throbbing force of the fingers persisting long after the fingers had moved away. 'And your own lovely scent is rather nicer than anything else.' Hannah squeaked, her face burning crimson-red, Miss Coerator chuckling. 'A maid should be eager to please! And you certainly fit that description, don't you, my lovely little Hannah?' 'Mrhhmmm... Yes, Miss Coerator...' The obedience came so naturally now, her body desperately hot with frustrated lust, her hands shaking as she went to pick up a dish, finding a scourer to wipe it with, grime and grease fading under her assault. 'I hope everything will be shining when I return! Or, at least, everything within reach. I'll move you around when you finish each part.' The cock was so high that Hannah couldn't lower her hips, not without impaling herself painfully deep, but her own juices lubricated her movements, at least enough that she could manage to do the washing up. She just had to move slowly and carefully, so as not to over-stimulate herself, not wanting to lose herself in blurry-eyed pleasure. It was hard to coordinate her limbs though, her fingers wanting to loosen and go slack, her arms twitchy and barely controlled. 'That should keep you busy for the day - I'll be back to feed you later. And that dress is wipe-clean, so it doesn't matter if you splash yourself a little. It looks as though you might need to cool down?' Her fingers stroked against Hannah's backside, squeezing and pinching, making Hannah's head spin, before Miss Coerator stepped away, leaving just a soft sense of her presence behind, her footsteps making a slow retreat away from Hannah. She had to fight for any focus, as she set to the task given her, working through the dishes, feeling the impaling cock deep within her, scattering her thoughts constantly, the fever-heat settling deep within her body, making her pant and gasp, unable to even think about how much work there was to do. Petgirl Playtime Chapter 1: Picking up a Stray Suki took a deep breath, staring at the screen, her vision wavering. Her hand was shaky and sweaty on the mouse, her heart racing in her chest, a soft wetness between her legs. She read over the options again - dog-cage pickup, self-delivery, or stray collection. Each had a icon by it that could be selected for further information: the first would have a cage delivered, which could then be picked up by the company. The second was a mundane drive to the destination and park there (and the notation of "limited parking" made it seem even more dull), while the third... Within a limited geographic areas, strays
may be collected by our staff. She had entered her address, and stray collection had been indicated as an option. Please ensure that all documentation has
been completed prior to requesting this option.
The pet will present themselves at the requested location, along with an
appropriate change of clothing for their discharge. Due to the specialist nature of this request,
the minimum stay is two (2) weeks. Suki stroked her neck, feeling the leather collar there, warm around her neck, and softened by wear. If she moved her head too fast, then the leash-ring would chink against the collar, but she was used to that. It was a little too loose - she'd never been able to find one that was quite snug enough, without choking. As she read over the details, her other hand slid between her legs, touching against a thigh, before lightly touching elsewhere, easily sliding into herself. She was hot and tight, her folds clenching around her finger. She didn't want to climax yet, teasing herself, still reading. Please ensure that you have informed us
of any dietary requirements or allergies.
All pets will be fed enough to fulfill their needs - either wet or dry
food is available, and pets that perform well may receive treats. Our trained staff will examine all pets
upon arrival, to determine physical health and any other needs. Our kennels are kept staffed 24 hours a day,
training and caring for the pets in our care.
Should any issues arise, the pets can
request a break, by using the alarm function on their collars. As well as kennels, our facility also has
extensive grounds for training in. She kept teasing and stroking herself, awkwardly typing in her details with one hand, the other lodged within herself, not moving quite enough to get off from. She'd booked two weeks off, despite the complaints of her boss, but the reality of it hadn't quite hit. But the details in front of her went into intense detail, with a lot of options for what she consented to, just the words making her head hotter and fuzzier, more and more fantasies chasing each other through her head, before she was done. And then she came, hot and wet, her juices staining the seat beneath her. She'd have to clean that later, but, for now, she couldn't bring herself to care, instead sagging backwards, naked and hot. Now she was done, she had both hands free, able to stroke her breasts, reveling in the soft firmness of her body. It took a while, but she managed to shake herself out of her post-fuck daze, as her phone buzzed, several messages having come in while she had been out of it. Confirmation of pickup time: 23:00
PM. Attached are pictures of the pickup
team, for your safety and security. As
mentioned in the preparatory documentation, please ensure you have
identification, a change of clothing, and any required e.g. medication. 11? She glanced down at the clock in the corner of the screen. That was only half an hour away! She scrabbled to her feet, dashing for the shower before thinking better of it - there wasn't enough time! Instead, she went to get her suitcase, opening it up and then throwing some clothing in. What would she need? Just something to leave the place in, so comfy clothing. She threw in a pair of jogging bottoms, and a hoodie. And then a t-shirt, and some underwear. Would she need toiletries? No, those should all be provided. And it wasn't like she would need books or anything to do! What about her piercings - studs through her nipples and her clit, warm from her body. She didn't want them out for that long, and surely they'd be used to such things? After thinking for another moment, she threw her phone charger in - she would need to charge up when she was finished. And maybe call for a taxi to get back as well! The suitcase looked pitifully empty, but she couldn't think of anything else to take. Although now she needed to get dressed herself! She could still feel the wetness between her legs, wiping it off with a t-shirt from the laundry, then tried to pick something. She didn't want to wear anything that might get damaged - but showing up in tatty workout clothing didn't fit her fantasy! Her hand reached out, settling on her office-wear, a silk blouse that was a little worn, but still sleek and tight against her body. And then a tight little pencil-skirt, showing off her backside, with just a touch of a thigh-slit. There wasn't enough time to pull on stockings, even though they would fit the look, but she stroked her body through the clothing, feeling a heat within herself. 10:45! There wasn't much time! She slipped low heels on, before taking her case, glad that it was light, nice and easy to carry. And then she was out the door, locking it behind herself, out of her tiny, stupidly expensive flat, and into the dark, warm night, with her case in one hand and her phone in the other, holding it tightly. Her palm was sweaty, waiting for it to buzz, still not quite believing that this was happening, feeling her arousal starting to flow again. It was a small dog-walking park, well-lit and kept open at all hours. Even at this time, she could see someone walking across the open space, a leash in their hand, a large dog trotting in front of them. Parked up on the road was a large van, a logo on the side, showing a spiked collar around a dog's paw. She looked around, taking a deep breath, glad that the night was warm, suddenly realizing that she hadn't put any underwear on. With her sleek, tight office-lady outfit, she could easily imagine attracting admiring glances from others - although there was no-one else around. Her phone rang, making her squeak in shock, before raising it to her ear and answering it. A female voice spoke. 'Suki Suzuki? Are you ready to begin?' She looked around, wondering if she was being watched as she entered the park. 'As requested, you will be taken to the kennels.' Suki took a deep breath, before nodding. 'Yes. I'm ready.' 'Good. Please don't be too loud - this is a residential neighborhood, and most people are asleep.' Suki kept walking, her heels clicking along the path. Ahead of her, the dogwalker had paused, grooming their dog. Footsteps scuffed behind her, and she turned, seeing two people there. Both were wearing baggy jumpsuits, toolbelts around their waists, faces covered by masks. One was smaller than the other, with longer hair, their clothing just about showing off the curve of breasts and hips. 'Miss Suzuki?' Suki nodded, her tongue fat and dry, finding it hard to speak. 'Good. You're lucky - we got a late cancellation, otherwise we'd have been fully booked. Now, let's get you prepped.' She reached down to her belt, taking out a shaft and then twisting it, the thing extending to be about five feet long, longer than Suki was tall. It had a circular cord on one end, Suki watching absently as it raised up, before coming down, falling over her head. The cord tightened, pressing against the collar, and she blushed as she realized she hadn't taken it off, the leather still around her. The woman stepped backwards, pulling on the shaft. Suki had no choice but to step forward, yanked by her neck, the cord snug but not choking. 'It's rare to provided your own collar, at least for someone not owned. But you're going to be around for the show, maybe you'll attract some attention there? You're certainly attractive enough. Now, down!' The shaft was pulled on again, angled downwards now, Suki stumbling and then dropping to her knees, dropping her case and her phone. She scraped her hands against the path, suddenly glad that she hadn't worn stockings, not wanting to tear them. Her palms pressed against the ground, still warm from the day, and she crawled, on her hands and knees, the pressure firm around her neck. 'Good girl! Let's get you in the van. And you won't need those clothes - although I'm digging the office-slut look. Michael, get her things.' Suki's blush got even more intense, her cheeks flaming pink, feeling grit stick to her palms and her knees. She kept crawling forward, feeling the heat between her legs, her skirt riding up. The other figure, burlier and more masculine, walked past her, picking up her case, then putting her phone into it. Then his hand touched her backside, and her vision fuzzed, the touch sending an electric ripple through her. Fingers slid between her thighs, pulling her skirt even higher up. 'I think she's in heat!' The man's fingers were strong and calloused, making her shiver, wanting more. 'We could always do with another bitch. But get her muzzled, and then into the van.' A hand slapped against her backside, before running up her thigh and finding the zipper of her skirt, pulling it down. In the silence of the night, the noise seemed loud, making Suki blush again, sure that everyone would be able to hear it. The material was pulled off her body, leaving her only half-dressed, her head bobbing as she panted. Another spank, and Suki mewled, arching her back and biting her lip, the pleasure starting to melt her senses. A hand grabbed her head, another moving in front of her face. Leather pressed against her jaw, rigid and stiff, a lump sliding into her mouth, her tongue tasting rubber. Straps went around her head, a pad pressing against her lips, tight and close, and she could see a metal frame poking in front of her face, her mouth and nose now sealed behind a muzzle. The weight was strange, a reminder of her position as she was pulled forward again, along the path. All she was wearing was the blouse, her breasts hanging down against it, as she was pulled forward, made to crawl. Despite the shame of the position, she was desperately horny, panting into the muzzle, feeling how it affected her breathing. She was made to back out of the back, the man still walking behind her, carrying her things. The back of the van was open now, a thick, musky scent of sweat and lust washing out. It was dark, but Suki could see large cages inside, the metal bars catching the light. Two of them were occupied - Suki could see a tall and leggy young woman inside one, curled up tightly, her flesh dimpling where it pressed against the bars. The other, she could just see a back, partially covered under a tatty old blanket. 'You're being captured as a stray, aren't you? So do you want the full treatment?' As her eyes adjusted, Suki could see things other than the cages - cuffs and crops, hanging off the walls of the van, and metal chains and collars. The intense heat between her legs made it hard to think, but she managed to gather her thoughts enough to speak. With the lump in her mouth, she couldn't talk properly, but nodded and grunted. 'Yeppphh, eephhh!' 'A polite bitch? That's a rarity, most of you are gobby little brat-bitches these days. I think we're going to get along just fine.' The woman stepped backwards up into the van, still pulling on the shaft, Suki having to follow. The floor of the van was dirty, more grit sticking to her palms, cooler than the ground outside. The shaft clicked as it was folded down, before the woman pulled a bright red prod from her waist, metal teeth on the end. She pressed a button and lightning sparked between the metal. The woman in the cage shivered, wrapping her arms around herself - as she moved, Suki could see that she was muzzled as well, with the same style of but hers was a flat leather panel, that sealed her mouth entirely. The prod came forward, jabbing into Suki's shoulder, sliding beneath her blouse. The poke didn't hurt, but then there was a jolt of electricity, making her arm tense up, her fingers scraping along the floor. 'Strays aren't allowed clothing. Must have stolen it from somewhere! Let's get that off.' Another shock, this time to her spine, knocking the air from her lungs, making her tense up again. But she felt good, despite the pain, before a hand grabbed the collar of the blouse and ripped. She heard buttons tear, and then another yank, ripping it off completely, leaving her utterly naked. A hand slapped against her backside, the sound echoing around within the small space, and she moaned through her muzzle. The impact stoked the fire within her core, making her feel hotter and hotter, wanting more. 'For a first-timer, she's doing well.' Another spank, making her rock forward, feeling the stinging impact on her buttocks. The prod poked into the small of her back and then flared again, and she tensed up against it, her head spinning. She spread her legs, feeling the air slide against her wetness, wanting more, wanting to be filled! 'Not yet, you slutty stray. Let's get you to the kennels. And you need a nice new collar - that one's a bit tatty. Maybe you'll attract an owner? You're certainly attractive enough.' Hands parted her buttocks, exposing her butthole, making her moan in pleasure again. She wanted to stroke herself, to curl up and get herself off! Her buttocks were released, the hands grabbing at her ankle, bending her leg and pushing it against her calf. Duct-tape, sticky and wide, was wrapped around her ankle, then the top of her thigh, binding them together, forcing her onto just her knee. It looped around and around, forming a tight bind, her buttocks still stinging from the strikes. This was repeated on the other side, as the prod scraped along her back, scratching her skin. She twisted and stretched against it, wondering if it would flare again. 'Seal her up - don't want the bitch making a mess as we travel. And do her hands as well, she looks slutty enough she might try and get off.' Suki took a deep breath, sucking air in through her nose, desperately horny. The man leaned over her from behind, the rough canvas of his clothing pressing against her back. She pushed herself back against him, shuffling her legs wide, wanting to get off, wanting to grind herself against him. The prod flared, delivering a shock into her flank. 'Strays in heat aren't allowed that. You'll need to be a good girl, understand?' Suki whined, as her wrist was pulled upwards, bent against her shoulder, more tape wrapped around it. It kept winding, forcing her hand into a fist, sealed within a bundle of dull grey tape. When she tensed against it, she could make it flex, just a little, but the thickness of it made it impossible to break out, at least quickly, feeling the glue prickle against her skin, pulling on it as she moved. The woman in the cage stirred, rolling over and opening her eyes, long blonde hair flicking aside. Although the cage forced her onto hands and knees, she wasn't taped up - instead, her legs were sheathed in high boots, ending with a hoof-lump, while leather gloves ending with solid ball-lumps sealed her hands away. It seemed much more elegant than Suki's own tape bindings! The woman looked at Suki, somehow seeming proud, despite being caged and bound, then closed her eyes and rolled over - was she falling asleep? Both of Suki's hands were now taped - all of her limbs were restrained, binding her onto all fours, her weight on her knees and elbows. She waggled her feet, toes twisting in the air. Fingers hooked around her collar, the woman pulling her forward, her elbows scraping over the rough floor of the van. Metal clanked and creaked, another cage getting opened up. The floor had a thin blanket on, the rough wool scratchy on her skin. The hand let go of her collar, before shoving on her backside, pushing her into the cage. It was screwed into place, firmly attached to the wall of the van, the top just above her head. For anyone larger, they would be squashed right up against the bars, but she was small enough that she had space to turn around, just in time to see the cage swing shut, a padlock fastening it closed. With her hands bound, there was no way for her to escape, even if she wanted to. 'Good girl! I always like it when a capture is obedient. I hope you're as much fun to train. Now get some rest - you're going to be worked hard!' She reached through the bars, stroking a hand down Suki's back, Suki leaning into it, feeling the warm, slender fingers. The heat continued to throb between her legs, but there was no way for her to touch herself, nothing that she could rub against to get off! Both of them got out of the back of the van, the door shutting with a heavy thud, sealing Suki into darkness. The engine rumbled into life, vibrations rippling through her body, making the cage buzz against her. Both of the other captives mumbled, Suki unable to see them, as she felt the van start to drive, every corner making her body slide against the walls, wondering what the kennels would be like. Melissa DuVant writes a variety of BDSM-inspired stories, such as Digital Slave and is one of the co-writers of the St Michael's University setting. When not writing, she is generally planning RPG campaigns, reading or cooking. |