by Aaron Evans
From the moment you read this note, you are mine for the rest of the night. You need to prepare in the following ways:
Take a shower. I know you have been used well in the last day or so, and I can’t have my sluts stinking of come and whiskey. Shave everything below your neck.
Put on your make-up. It needs to be a little heavy. Concentrate on those baby-blue eyes.
You may wear the red collar in your closet. It is my color.
Wear the outfit in your closet that my collar is attached to.
Be downstairs in an hour and a half.
PS. Puppies can’t talk.
The last line was confusing, but I only studied it a moment. Whatever she meant, I was certain I would understand with time.
I went to my closet to see what she set out for me. It was a large closet, and it was already filling up with clothing. Master Victor must have had one of his servants move this clothing in here while we were gone.
Autumn’s selection was obvious.
She had set me out a fishnet cat suit with a short red skirt and a black top. The high-heel shoes that went with it made Master Victor’s choice of shoes almost seem conservative. They were slender stilettos; I was certain they would be difficult to walk in.
Taking Autumn’s clothing choices, I went into the shower. The water pressure was wonderful, and the shower grew hot in moments. I set to shaving first. I normally kept myself smooth, but I needed to be extra careful. Autumn would take any chance she could find to beat me. I still remembered last time I was hers.
“I could strap your wrists to your ankles, and then hang your ass out of the back of my car. We’d drive to different clubs, and I’d let drunks pay me for the right to spank your wet cunt.” She had smiled, those perfect teeth glistening. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t let them fuck you. They’d just beat you until you bled. Then, I could bring you home, tie you up in the Closet, and fist your pussy until you pass out.”
Autumn was terrifying. She never did most of what she said, but it didn’t matter. After you were beaten, when your mouth was fucked so thoroughly that you only smelled like come, it was impossible not to believe. In those moments, when you were used for hours on end, it was easy to imagine that anything could be done to you.
She wasn’t the only one waiting for me downstairs.
Autumn had fair skin, similar to mine. Her blonde hair had been dyed red on the ends, giving her hair a fiery look that lived up to her name. She was chatting with Lydia, who had apparently just said something hilarious. They were both dressed to kill. Autumn wore a dress that cut down her back, while Lydia was bare at the midriff and showing a lot of tanned leg.
They both wore Master Victor’s black collar.
I wore Autumn’s red one.
“I’m glad you could join us, little one.” Autumn walked towards me, her hips sinuous. She strode over to where I stood and traced her manicured nails down my cheek. ”You certainly clean up well.’”
I couldn’t help but blush as her eyes roamed down to my chest. “Thank you, Mistress Autumn.”
Her fingers followed her gaze, grazing their way down the softness of my neck. She laughed and turned back to Lydia.
“See? I told you she’d be a good girl.” She held a hand out to Lydia, who tossed her a small leash. Autumn grinned at me, wickedly. “Master Victor told us to make certain that you know your place.”
I nodded. “Yes, Mistress.” I stepped towards her, and bent my head down.
She tittered. “Such a good little thing.” She snapped the leash at the clasp on my collar, smiling. Then, like a sea in storm, her eyes changed. She jerked on the collar, and I cried out, tottering on my heels. Suddenly, my face was an inch from hers. She smelled like musk and sweet rum.
“I need you to be my good little puppy, Natasha.” Her voice was a husky whisper. “Would you like to be my sweet little puppy?”
Her breath was warm and sweet. I was drowning in her wide green eyes.
“Yes, Mistress Autumn.” I could only whisper. “I would like to be your puppy.”
Her smile was brilliant. “Lick my face, little puppy. Show me what a good girl you are.”
I was trembling. Was she serious? I leaned towards her, waiting for her to pull on the leash, or strike me. Anything, really. Autumn was unpredictable.
Instead, she canted her cheek, as if waiting for a kiss. I leaned over to her, and stuck out my tongue, just a touch. She smiled at me.
“Come on puppy. Be a good girl.”
I licked her face. She giggled.
“That’s my girl. Lick my face, little puppy.”
I was mortified. She didn’t move, and so I stuck my tongue out and licked again. I could taste traces of sweetness on her skin. She pulled the leash until I was away from her cheek, and she looked at me.
“We have places to go tonight, puppy. Are you ready?”
I looked at her, and then glanced at Lydia. Now it was obvious. They hadn’t dressed me this way because we were going to play somewhere in the house; we were dressed to go out.
I looked down, suddenly feeling small. “Yes, Mistress. Your puppy is ready.” I realized that if I was her puppy, I probably needed to careful of how often I spoke. That was what the note meant.
“Good.” That was her husky whisper again. “My friends want to see my new puppy.” She looked at Lydia, who was grinning, and then led me out the door, pulling on the leash. I was hobbling along behind her when she turned back to me.
“No.” She jerked the leash, pulling sharply. I fell to the carpet. “Bad. Good puppies stay on the floor.”
Lydia slapped me on my upturned ass. I yelped. It wasn’t the hardest slap I had ever felt, but I wasn’t expecting it. She grinned at me.
“Problem, little puppy?”
I shook my head, pouting. Autumn lead me outside, and I crawled after her, my ass in the air.
This wasn’t a good start.
Michal had the limo waiting.
We weren’t quite to the car when she turned to me. “Does my puppy need to use the dirt before we go?”
I’ll admit. I was stunned. Surely she wouldn’t….
Her smile told me everything. Of course she would. She would make me go in the yard like a dog.
Lydia laughed. “You’d better go before we get into the car, puppy.”
“I don’t need to go.” My voice was practically a squeak. I looked at Autumn. “I went upstairs.”
Autumn bent down, and caught me under my chin. She brought my face within inches of hers. “That’s good for you, little puppy. You’re going to have to be a very good little bitch before you earn the right to use the toilet.”
“If you aren’t good, we’ll tie you out here until you squat in the yard.” Lydia laughed again. “You won’t be able to help yourself, eventually.” She winked at me, and got in the car.
Autumn led me in just after her.
Before we were even down the drive, she had me lying on the seat with my head in her lap. Her scent was overpowering. I don’t know what it is about the smell of a woman, but I can’t get enough of it. It’s not just Autumn, of course. I felt myself slowly soaking my thighs. I looked up at her and she stroked my hair, tenderly. When she spoke, she was whispering.
“I’m going to hurt you, little puppy.” My nipples grew hard at the way she was looking at me. He words were terrifying, but….
“I’m going to spend my evening hurting you, using you,” She slid her hand down my back, and then up the short skirt. She hadn’t left me any panties, so all that she found was the cat suit she had set out for me. She let her fingers trail over the curves of my ass, gently scraping me with her nails.
I whimpered, like the good puppy I was.
That made her smile. “Look, Lydia, she already knows her place!” Autumn pushed one of her fingers into my ass, and I gasped. “Don’t you little puppy? You know what you’re here for, right?”
Puppies can’t talk.
I needed to show that I understood the rules. I kne
w that much. Autumn pushed her finger in deeper, and I whimpered again.
“I’m glad that you know that you shouldn’t speak, little puppy.” Autumn was tracing her hand along my pussy lips. “But later, you will. Later, you’ll need to.” She sighed contentedly. “If you can’t speak, then you can beg me later, can’t you?” Autumn’s eyes were wicked. She glanced at Lydia. “Do you have anything the puppy can do to be a good little bitch? She needs to earn the right to use her words.”
“I do.” Lydia was sitting across from us. She pushed her auburn hair away from her face, and looked at me with hungry eyes. She pulled her skirt up and smiled.
I couldn’t help but gape.
Master Victor had pierced Lydia’s pussy with rings all along either side. Tonight, the rings were tied closed with a bright red ribbon that crossed back and forth across her lips.
“Untie it with your mouth, little bitch. Do a good job and we will let you talk later.”
I whimpered, moving my face closer to Lydia’s glistening pussy, I nuzzled her, becoming overwhelmed with her smell. I kissed her pussy, sliding my tongue across it until I found the end of the ribbon.
I pulled on it, and the ribbon untied. I pulled it away with my mouth.
“We are going to use your mouth to make Lydia come, puppy. Lick her pussy for us. “I felt Autumn behind me. With no warning, she slid something thick into my ass. I whined, every bit the sad little puppy.
“She doesn’t like it.” Autumn slapped my ass as I lurched away from the plug.
I whimpered at the pain.
Then fingers dug into my hair. I began to eat Lydia’s pussy.
She was delicious. Her cream was dripping out over her lips, and she ran her fingers through my dark locks.
“Good puppy.” Her voice was low, primal. She ground my face into her wetness.
“Lick her faster, little bitch.” Laughter laced Autumn’s voice. She had her hands on my ass, and as I buried my tongue in Lydia’s musk, Autumn began to spank me, first one cheek, and then the other.
“Goddamn. Goddamn you little fucking whore.” Lydia’s breathing was ragged, and she was pulling my hair so hard that I was afraid she would pull it out. “Lick my pussy, you fucking piece of shit.” Her hips were writhing, smearing her sweet juice all across my mouth and cheeks.
Then Autumn began spanking me in earnest. She pulled out the butt plug so it wouldn’t be in her way. She just used the flat of her hand, but she slowly began circling around my pussy. I whimpered and cried as she got closer and closer, and I heard her chuckle.
“My puppy hates this. Master Victor told me.” She spanked harder, square on my puckered asshole, and I yelped into Lydia’s wetness.
“Don’t…don’t pay attention to her, you little whore.” Her fingers dug harder, and tears flowed down my cheeks. “Eat my fucking pussy. Lick me like the good little puppy you are.”
I worked Lydia’s pussy as hard as I could, hoping, between whimpers that I could make her come before Autumn spanked my clit. I licked faster and faster, whimpering as Autumn struck closer and closer to my pussy. Finally, she settled down and started spanking my clit. I squealed and whimpered. Soon my whimpers turned into whines, and I started crying into Lydia’s pussy. Autumn laughed again, and started rhythmically spanking the same spot, over and over and over and over…
“Stop! Stopstopstop!” I wrenched myself away from her, my ass moving of its own accord. I immediately regretted it. I had no safe word, no means of telling Autumn “no.”
“Pretty puppy can talk after all.” Autumn laughed and rubbed her hand on my red cheeks. “I’m glad. You won’t be as much fun if you can’t beg.” She nodded towards Lydia. “You have work to do, pretty puppy. We’ll be at the club in about two minutes, and Lydia hasn’t come yet.”
Lydia reached for my hair again, and I set to work. Autumn kept talking, her voice a low croon.
“Eat her cunt, little bitch, make her come.” She leaned over me, and kissed Lydia, who moaned against her mouth.
When she broke the kiss, Autumn was still inches from Lydia’s face. “Is my puppy doing a good job?”
“Yes, Autumn. She is licking my pussy. Oh, Autumn.” Lydia was panting.
“Yeah?” Autumn’s voice caught, just a bit. I knew that if I looked, she would be rubbing her clit. I didn’t dare take a peek, however. I concentrated on Lydia’s salty, gushing pussy. She ran like warm honey over my face, and I enthusiastically licked the wetness from her lips.
I couldn’t afford to have Lydia not come for me. It wasn’t said, but I got the idea. This wasn’t the time to hold any part of my service back.
I hungrily tongued her wetness, scooping my tongue over her until it ran down my chin.
I danced around her hard little clit, like I was whispering tiny prayers to God.
I rimmed her asshole, while stroking her clit with my fingers and humming.
She shuddered, moaned, and bucked against my face. I could see her starting to rhythmically clench as she ground herself into my face.
“She’s almost done, little puppy.”
I was gushing. Lydia’s pussy was delicious. I felt my own wetness running down the back of my thighs. Eagerly, I stretched my ass into the air, secretly praying Autumn would touch me.
“Not now, little puppy.” Autumn slapped one of my ass cheeks and I whimpered, although I didn’t stop eating Lydia. “You only have a moment or two.” I threw myself back into it, and Lydia’s pretty mouth started whimpering. He hips were rocking up and down as she fucked my face.
Michal stopped the car.
Pain exploded in my neck as Autumn yanked on the leash HARD. I sprawled away from Lydia, crying. I looked up at Autumn. Dark anger flashed in her eyes. “Not good enough, puppy. We are here.” She looked at Lydia. I followed her gaze.
Lydia’s face was stormy. She looked down on me. “Why didn’t you make me come, you little bitch?” She punctuated her words with a ringing slap. My cheek was on fire.
“I’m sorry, Lydia. I want to make you come…”
“You’re out of time now, little puppy. “ Autumn’s voice was so grim I wanted to cry. I knew what she was like when she was angry. I couldn’t hold her gaze.
Autumn handed my leash to Lydia, who took it with grim satisfaction. Then she caught my chin, and drew my gaze to hers.
“Now, I’m giving you to Lydia, little puppy. We’re going into Master Victor’s club, and you need to make her happy.”
I started to cry. This was much worse than I imagined.
I had fantasized about the first time I could go to Spoilz, Master Victor’s club. In my mind, everyone was looking at me, dazzled by how beautiful I was. I walked in on Victor’s arm and his other girls were jealous.
Now, I was going in on Autumn’s leash. I was on Autumn’s leash, being treated as little more than a naughty dog.
I couldn’t believe they were going to keep me as their puppy while we were in public. I sobbed, but was still able to speak. “Yes, Mistress.”
Michal opened the door. I looked out as Autumn slid into the afternoon sunlight.
“Come on, little bitch.” Lydia smiled. She pulled at the leash. I crawled out of the car, wincing at the hard concrete. I looked longingly at the grass, but knew that we wouldn’t be walking that way. Autumn saw my glance and smiled.
“Does my puppy need to use the dirt before we go inside?” The fact that her voice was so kind about something so horrifying made me start to cry. I could see it in my mind. Lydia would lead me over to the grass, in broad daylight, and make me pee on the ground, on all fours like a dog. I could imagine people walking by, watching me pee on the ground. It would be mortifying.
It was exactly the kind of thing that Master Victor would approve of.
“No, Mistress Autumn. I don’t need to use the dirt.”
“Good girl.” Autumn reached over and scratched my head. “We are going to have so much fun with you.” She smiled. “I can’t wait to make you scream.”
> “Yes ma’am.”
They walked me into the club, my ass high in the air.
I was already crying, my mascara running down my face.
Taking His Collar
Lydia all but dragged me through the door. My face was red with shame and my ass was red from my spankings. Trails of mascara and tears ran down my cheeks and I was crawling as fast as I could, trying to keep my head down as they walked into the club.
Spoilz was Master Victor’s domain, a BDSM club in the heart of downtown. I had never been, but I had dreamt about it. Of course in my dreams, I had always been on my Master’s arm, not crawling. Everyone in the club had been looking at me, admiring what a couple I and Master Victor made.
I had not, in my fantasy, been the plaything of my Master’s other slaves.
“Let’s move it, puppy.” Autumn slapped my ass. My breath hissed at the smack. I had received far worse, but I was already beet red and sore.
“Yes, Mistress.”
Lydia growled, pulling even harder at my leash once we were inside. He voice was like gravel. “Too bad you couldn’t take the time to make me come, little whore.”
I started crying harder. “I tried, Mistress—”
Lydia took two steps towards me and grabbed my hair in her hands. She pulled me until I was on my knees, my head tilted to one side.
“You think ‘trying’ is good enough for Master Victor, little bitch?” She slapped me with her free hand, letting my hair go so she could knock me to the ground.
“N…N…No, Mistress Lydia.”
Autumn’s voice was like silk. “That’s right, puppy, it’s not. If you want to wear the Master’s collar, then you will never try to do anything again.” I could hear the smile in her voice. “Master Victor is demanding. He doesn’t care about the places where you think you can’t go.”
It was difficult to consider her words as I was rubbing my knees raw on the club's carpet. “Yes, Autumn. I won’t try. I’ll do what you say.”
