Fiction: fs01 - Part 50

Author’s Note:  This takes place the morning after Part 49.

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I wake gently, my eyes blinking rapidly as they adjust to the light.  The room is empty and quiet except for the sound of my breathing and the light crackle of the fireplace.  The cage door stands open with a glass of water sitting within arm’s reach.  I shake the cobwebs from my brain and drink.  It is not long before my thoughts return to Mistress and I depart in search of her. 

Outside the bedroom I see Mistress on the sofa in front of the main fireplace.  She glances up, noticing me and greeting me with a smile.  I return a smile and make my way to her.  The television above the fireplace is on a commercial and I feel Mistress’s full attention as I approach her.  She wears her idea of a “rustic” outfit that is more her and less rustic.  Blue jeans with a pair of black fur mukluks, a black cashmere turtleneck, and a black fur vest with matching headband.  She’s beautiful.  The constant pressure of the chastity belt on my sex due to morning feels its intensity spike.  I wince, disturbing my smile. 

Mistress giggles.  Barb stirs as she lies upon the sofa with her head on Mistress’s lap.  I watch her expression change.

“Is something wrong, pet?”  I swallow and blush.

“You look beautiful today, Mistress.  My body thinks so, too.” 

Mistress lets out a light chuckle.  She reaches down and gently twists Barb’s ear.

“See little Barbie, you told me you’d dress up today.  Don’t you want to feel beautiful, too?”

Barb spits out some gibberish, obviously not fully awake yet.  Mistress pets her hair. 

“pet, I got Barbie an outfit that matches mine, do you think she would look beautiful in it too?”

“Yes, Mistress, I do.”

“Tell her, not me.”

“Miss Barb, I think that a matching outfit would make you look even more beautiful than usual.”

I watch Barb’s cheeks flush red and her hands quickly cover her face. 

“Naughty, pet.  Don’t you dare try to seduce her.”

My lip quivers as my face flushes red and my body stiffens with a jolt of fear.  Mistress laughs.

“I’m joking, pet.”  She beams a smile at me.

“Present your feet.”

I lie on my back and lift my feet to her.  She turns up the cuffs on my boots and removes the locks.

“pet, I want you to put on your snow boots and coat any time you go outside today.  Go use the outhouse, wash up, and get started on breakfast.”

I return to my knees and kiss her feet.  First the right foot, then the left.  I depart and quickly take care of my business before returning and starting breakfast.  Mistress instructs me on what to prepare for them and for myself.  I serve their meal before preparing mine and eat with them kneeling on the floor near Mistress.

After breakfast I take care of the dishes and Mistress instructs me to build fires in every room.  I take care of this as quickly as I can.  Upon returning to the living room Mistress waves me to her.  Barb stands behind Mistress and looks down, hiding her face from view.  Mistress takes a large step to the side.

“So what do you think of Barbie, pet?”

Barb fidgets in her discomfort.  It’s cute to see her so shy.  Her outfit is the same as Mistress’s, with the jeans, mukluks, sweater, vest, and headband except the sweater is cream colored and the fur is red fox.  Mistress slides in behind her and rubs her hand over Barb’s breast through the fur.  Barb lets out a gasp and blushes.  I blush too as my sex strains against the belt.

“You look very sexy, Miss Barb.”  Mistress cups her other breast from behind and whispers something in her ear.

“Come closer, slave.”  Barb commands, her cheeks flushing with color as her face tries to find an expression she is content with. 

She reaches out with her hands and pinches my nipples between her thumbs and index fingers.  My mouth opens and I exhale as another failed arousal attempt rushes through me.  Barb’s hand moves to the back of my head and she pulls me in, plunging her tongue deep into my mouth. 

She pushes me away and our lips part.  Her eyes pierce mine.  She sways a little as she rubs her thighs together.

“Is it okay if I have him do it, Cass?”

“Of course, doll.”

Barb clears her throat and points to the floor.  I drop to my knees, lower my head, and kiss her feet, first the right foot, then the left. 

“Fuck, that’s hot.”  I hear her whisper under her breath. 

“Go chop firewood, pet.  The others will arrive soon.”  Mistress’s voice snaps me from my trance. 

As I walk to the coat closet I steal a glance from the corner of my eye.  Mistress sits Barb on the sofa and then climbs up and mounts her.  Their mouths lock and a sea of hands follows.  My heart stings with a twinge of jealousy.  They use me; I am their aphrodisiac. 

My mind wanders as I split the wood.  I notice the cool, crisp, clean air that doesn’t exist in the city.  While I do not enjoy the labor, I know that the others benefit from my work.  Mistress seems a little different today and I’m having trouble placing it.  She seems… cautious. 

I continue working until I hear a car horn approaching.  Theresa’s car and Dominique’s SUV approach up the driveway.  I move up to greet them.  I see the door of the cabin open and Mistress and Barb park themselves on the porch.

As the vehicles come to a halt I approach and open Theresa’s door for her. 

“Thank you, fur, it’s been a while.”

She greets me with a smile.  I nod and smile back at her.  I open B’s door followed by Lisa’s, while Sammy and Gordon attend to Dominique.  Dominique wobbles for a few steps.

“Remind me why I built a cabin so far away?”

“Because the spa at the resort is ‘to die for,’” recites Theresa as she rolls her eyes.

Theresa pops the trunk and I begin to collect her bags.  Mistress is down in the driveway greeting people.  She gives me instructions as I pass her.

“Take Theresa’s and B’s bags to the room to the left of the stairs. Lisa’s bags will go in the first room on the left.”

“fur, our bags are the red and purple ones.  Lisa’s are the brown.”

I nod and continue.  Moving the luggage takes two trips.  I sort the purple and red suitcases and group them together near the closet and dresser and feed the fireplace with a couple of fresh logs.  I repeat this with Lisa’s bags.   

I return to the living room.  The sofas have been rearranged a bit, the three of them forming a U shape in front of the large main fireplace.  Mistress and Barb sit together on one, Lisa, Theresa and B on another, and Dominique sprawls across the third, glass of wine in her hand while Sammy rubs her shoulders and Gordon massages her feet.  I deposit my coat and boots in the closet.

I approach slowly and kneel near Mistress.  She pets my head.

“slave, Sammy and Gordon will be attending to Dom.  You will be responsible for the rest of us.”

“Yes, Mistress.”  I respond in a quiet voice.

“So, Lisa, you weren’t able to convince your husband to come?”  Lisa blushes a little.

“Well… you see… he’s actually terrified of you all.”

The room erupts into a sea of voices of disbelief.

“I thought he had started submitting to you.”

“He is… in small doses.  He’s getting used to it.  I made the mistake of showing him some of the youtube videos of Dominique from the club.  They kind of freaked him out and he’s embarrassed that you will think he’s a newb.  I wish he would just be brave.” 

“That’s a shame.  You’re the only one that doesn’t have a companion.  Would you like to borrow my slave tonight?  The nights get cold if you don’t have a body to snuggle with for warmth.”

Lisa’s face blushes a bright red.  My instinct is to think it’s cute but as her eyes meet mine I realize that Mistress just offered me to her to use.  My face responds in kind with a blush of my own and the tingle in my heart resumes. 

“Let me answer you after I’ve had a few drinks Cassandra.” 

Lisa composes herself quickly.  Her confidence grows.  I notice that she no longer refers to Mistress as ‘Miss Cassandra.’  Mistress chuckles behind me.  I’m sure that she notices as well. 

The afternoon passes quickly.  Dominique gives them a tour while I prepare dinner.  Dominique sends Gordon and Sammy to assist me.  I’m happy for the help, cooking for this many people is a much bigger challenge.  Dinner is lively as everyone catches up.  Mistress has been spending less time at work and has been busy with Barb, the prison experiment and the like.  It has been a long time since I have seen them all together.  They really are good friends.  They consume many bottles of wine with dinner. 

I can’t help but feel out of place in this setting.  I know these women fairly intimately and have spent many hours one-on-one with them.  When they are together the difference is obvious.  To them I am less than a person.  The stronger they get, the more confident they become, the less I am in their eyes.  I feel myself drift a little deeper into the abyss.  I shake these thoughts from my head… the thoughts are unnecessary.  The voices no longer distract my mind. 

After dinner they return to the living room where Sammy and Gordon continue to serve wine.  I remain in the kitchen and attend to the dishes.  I find myself in the same mental space as the day before.  I scrub like a machine.  Every dish, every fork, every knife… perfect.  Fast… efficient… as Mistress would want me. 

I return to the living room and kneel next to Mistress.  I feel nothing… I simply exist.  Dominique’s voice enters clearly.

“Cass, check on your slave.  The little one is gone.” 

“slave, come here.” 

Mistress pats her lap.  I turn on my knees and shuffle toward her.  I feel her hands cup the earmuffs on my head harness and she tilts my face up toward hers.  Mistress lets out a sigh and pulls my head down to her lap.  I lay my head sideways and breathe. 

“I’m here, pet.  Come back to me.  Your Mistress is here.” 

I let out a small sniffle and I feel myself slowly shift back into my eyes… like I am returning.  She pets my head.  I inhale deeply as the scent of her perfume returns me to the present. 

“What the hell just happened, Cass?  Is this like what happened yesterday?” Barb’s voice sounds genuinely inquisitive.  Dominique responds before Mistress.

“The little one is broken.  He’s in slavespace.” 

“I don’t understand.  How could you tell all that?”

“His eyes.  The little one wasn’t there.  I’m not sure if you know this, Barbie, but I’ve broken the little one twice before.  He’s a fighter and he managed to hang on to himself.  This is something new.” 

“What is slavespace?  This isn’t making sense to me.”

Mistress chimes in.

“You aren’t a submissive, Barbie, so this might be difficult for you to understand.  Yesterday I pushed him to the point of exhaustion and loaded him up with an absurd amount of tasks to complete.  When you teased him it put him under a great deal of mental stress and he subconsciously detached in order to achieve his primary goal of pleasing me.”

“Was this my fault?” 

“Not at all, hon. I take full responsibility.  I’m a bit surprised, though.  He’s been through a lot over the past year and this is the first time I’ve seen him this deep.  I have a pretty good idea of what has changed.”   

My heart hurts.  I work up the courage to speak to Mistress.  My voice is tiny.

“Mistress, your slave is sorry.”

She continues to stroke my head.

“What are you sorry for, pet?”

“I’m sorry if I’ve become something bad… something that you don’t like.”

“You’re wrong, pet.  I’m so proud of you.  I wanted you to reach this point.  I’d been trying to take you here for years and you finally made it.  I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you, Mistress.  I love you.”

I close my eyes and nuzzle into her thighs.  I feel her heat on my cheek. 

“We just have to teach you how to come back when I want you, pet.  I’m sure you’ll make me proud.”

I feel my insides calm.  Mistress’s words and touch soothe me.  Barb leans forward on the sofa and turns back to Mistress.

“I don’t quite get this all.  So how does someone like him just become a submissive?  Why does he need it?  Why does he choose this?  It doesn’t make any sense to me.”

“My pet is quite complicated but once you understand him, it’s actually quite simple.”

“Enlighten me.”

“For starters, do you want to know about the mental side of his submission or the sexual side?”

“Both.”

Dominique rises from the sofa. 

“If this is going to be a trip down memory lane I’m going to the hot tub out on the deck.  After a 6-hour car ride I don’t think I could handle another snooze-fest.  Anyone care to join me?”

B raises her hand.  She leans forward and makes eye contact with Theresa.  Theresa nods and B stands up. 

“Anyone else?”

“I’m actually pretty interested in hearing about this.”

“Suit yourself, T.  How about you, Lisa?”

“I want to hear this as well.  You don’t want to learn about what makes fur tick?”

“Nope.  But if you want to let me make him scream, send someone to come get me.”

I watch as Dominique, B, Sammy, and Gordon leave my field of vision.

“Does anyone need more wine?”

I watch a series of empty glasses rise. 

“pet…” whispers Mistress.

I rise and take the wine bottle in my hands and refill their glasses as Mistress continues talking.

“You see, pet was abused when he was young.  His father had a drinking problem and a temper and his mother was distant to say the least.  His method of coping was to try and be perfect all the time.  He wanted to earn their praise… or even their acceptance.  He wanted to be loved.”

“A lot of people are abused but they don’t end up submissive.”

“You’re correct, Barbie.  This was pet’s unique way of coping with things.  He just tried his hardest all the time, even when they kept beating him down.  This is what makes him so special to me.  He earns every ounce of love I give him and he always continues to try his hardest all the time.  It’s like his experiences made him for this life.”

I finish with the wine and return to my kneeling position near Mistress.

“Interesting.  So instead of just becoming an abusive alcoholic or checking out emotionally he just kept on going on the glimmer of hope that things would get better?”

“Exactly.”

“Wow.  That’s rare.  So what about the sex stuff?  Even with that attitude that wouldn’t have made him get off on this lifestyle.”

“You are correct.  His experiences outside of the home are what firmly shaped him.  Pet, do you want to tell them about Brittany, or should I?”

I feel my chest twist into knots and my face burns red.  My eyebrows sag.  Mistress reads me like a book.  I feel my breathing get heavy.  If I have to relive this shame I would rather her tell things.

“When pet was young there was a neighborhood girl that he was friends with.  Her name was Brittany.  Their fathers were friends and drinking buddies.  Her father was an abusive drunk as well, so there were times when they knew their fathers were out drinking that they would stay together even after the other kids went home for the evening.”

“So Brittany was Jenny to his Forrest?”  Mistress laughs.

“I guess you could put it that way.  pet wanted to protect her more than anything because she was kind to him.  I think it’s safe to say that he loved her before he knew what love was.” 

I tilt my head and place it back on Mistress’s lap.  My face is on fire.  The past embarrasses me because I know what comes next.

“Her parents divorced while they were still in elementary school.  Brittany went with her mother who quickly moved in with and remarried a doctor that lived in the wealthy neighborhood on the other side of town.  She transferred to private school for K-9.”

“What happened to him?”

“With Brittany gone he turned his energy to pleasing his parents.  He got straight A’s and excelled at sports but never made many friends.  pet’s parents divorced while he was in junior high and pet stayed with his mother while his father moved away.  His mother went on a string of dating various men and pet was left pretty much by himself.  Upon entering high school pet was injured in sports and he had to quit playing all of them.  He didn’t have any friends and was a bit chubby.” 

“Where does Brittany fit into this then?”

“Brittany returned to pet’s high school in 10^th grade.  She had fully blossomed and had become very pretty and popular.   pet noticed her immediately and hoped to get her attention but he was so shy that he mostly just watched her from a distance as she was almost always surrounded by her friends.  I’m sure this will embarrass him badly but Brittany wore a lot of fur; vests and coats as the weather permitted.  As pet would stare at her from a distance he became completely smitten with her but she never acknowledged him.” 

I bury my face in Mistress’s lap.  I want to disappear.

“During the winter of that year one of Brittany’s friends approached pet and told him that Brittany wanted to speak with him after school and to meet by the bathrooms near the cafeteria.  He was so excited at the possibility of reuniting with his childhood friend.  When he arrived, two girls escorted him into the girl’s bathroom where Brittany was waiting.”

I let out a pained moan.

“What happened next?”

“A group of girls were there with Brittany.  They stripped him naked, duct taped his wrists and ankles to the stall, wrote things on him with permanent marker, and took Polaroids of him.”

Barb roars with laughter.  I whimper into Mistress’s lap.

“Really?  I didn’t think people actually did stuff like that.”

“Brittany then used those Polaroids to blackmail pet into doing whatever she wanted him to do, basically making him her personal slave.  She would make him walk to her house after school while she drove home with her friends where they would tease him and make him do their homework and the like.”

“Why didn’t he just take the Polaroids by force?”

“You see, pet still loved Brittany.  He was so happy that she was back in his life that he just went along with it.”

“Didn’t their parents notice anything?”

“Well, pet’s mother was never home.  Brittany’s mother and stepfather traveled all the time and would just let her stay at home with a pile of cash and a credit card.  To pet, it was either this or being alone.” 

I feel tears trickle down the sides of my eyes into Mistress’s jeans. 

“Why didn’t he just make new friends or something?”

“Brittany demanded that he be available at any time.  She even got him a pager.  He had no time to make friends.  If rumor spread that a girl had a crush on pet, Brittany would have one of her friends tell the girl that pet was gay or that he called her a skank.  He spent all of high school without friends and no girlfriend.  All he had was Brittany.” 

“I still don’t understand how this led to him being a submissive.”

“pet, tell Barbie what you did every night after you walked home from Brittany’s.”

I whimper and shake my head back and forth in her lap.

“pet, tell her or you’ll get the strap.”

I let out a light sob.  I close my eyes as tight as I can.

“I would masturbate thinking about her.”

“Louder, pet.”

“Every night I would masturbate while thinking about Brittany.”

I lower my head and weep.  Mistress’s hands pet my head.

“What the fuck?  Seriously?  That’s messed up.”

“I don’t think so, Barbie.  I think pet did the best he could in a messed up situation.  None of that was his choice.  He punished himself enough for it over the years.  It kept him single throughout college and most of his 20’s.  It also made him a perfect fit for me.  Venus in Furs seeks a Severin to compliment her Wanda.  My pet is my perfect fit… my perfect compliment.  I love him like no one else.”

I snuggle my face into her leg.  I love my Mistress.  She is the one in this world that gets me.  She is the one in this world that makes me feel like I have purpose.  I feel like I was made just for her. 

“Cassandra, I want to use fur tonight if that’s okay.” 

I look up and see Lisa.  Her face is flushed and she’s obviously drunk.  She lets out a small burp and her color shifts to a deeper shade of red. 

“Of course, Lisa.  He’s all yours.”

I blush a little, knowing that I’m being passed around like a toy.  I do not mind.  Lisa is special to me. 

“Make me proud, pet.” Mistress whispers to me.  I smile and feel warm inside.  I am proud that I am hers. 

Mistress taps my shoulder.  I lift my head and she stands.  I rise with her and I feel her arms embrace me.  I bury my face into her fur vest and inhale the scent of her perfume. 

“I love you, Mistress.” I whisper back to her.  She smiles at me.

I feel my emotions uncoil a bit.  It’s a strange sensation… when Mistress chooses to expose me so openly in front of others.  I know that she believes in me and trusts that I am strong enough to handle it.  This is her inner-circle and they have already accepted me.  It doesn’t make it easier, feeling the layers stripped away for all to see.  I think Mistress wants them to see me the way she sees me… the depth of my vulnerability… the core of my being fully exposed. 

“Let’s head to the bedroom, Barbie.”  Mistress takes her by the hand and they leave together.

“I’m going to go check on B, maybe soak in the hot tub for a few.”  Theresa heads toward the back door where the deck is located.

Lisa looks up at me from the sofa.  Her red face hovers around as she forces her eyes to stay open.  The drunk version of Lisa is rather adorable.  I extend my hand to her and help her up.  She stands and teeters a little, slumping into my chest.  I hoist her into my arms, Princess style and carry her to her room.  She closes her eyes and smiles. 

We reach the bedroom and I set the lights to a dim setting and I carefully set her on her feet.  She wobbles a little and braces herself with my arm.  I watch as Lisa kicks off her shoes and slips out of her jeans leaving them in a mound on the floor.  She stumbles a bit as she steps on the toes of her socks and yanks them off her feet.  Lisa grabs a small bag from her luggage and slumps down on a large chair in the corner.  She rifles through it with purpose, eventually dumping its contents out onto the table and grabs the large purple vibrator in her hands. 

She slides down into the chair, slouching badly, her pink cotton panties peaking out from under her oversized sweater. 

“fur, worship my feet.” 

“Yes, Miss Lisa.” 

I approach her and kneel.  She lifts her right leg to me and I take it gently in my hands.  She throws her left leg over the armrest of the chair.  I gently kiss the top of her foot.  I caress the bottom of her foot, starting at the ball before working my thumbs to the arch.  I hear the buzz of the vibrator as she teases her clit through her panties.  She moans as I continue to rub her foot.  I work my way to her heel and I sense the change in her breathing.  Her chest rises and falls as the moans grow deeper.  I cover the top of her foot in kisses before taking her big toe in my mouth.  I suck lightly while my tongue massages the bottom of the toe. 

Her left leg twitches as her moans become constant.  I slowly move on to the next toe as I continue to massage the bottom of her foot with my thumbs.  I swish the suction over it while I press and flick my tongue.  She lets out a cry as her body pulses and shakes, her pelvis bucks as Lisa enjoys her first orgasm. 

I continue to work my way down her toes.  It’s not long before the vibrator is in place again, stimulating her clit as she squirms and moans in the chair.  Lisa is usually so shy.  I am honored that she feels comfortable enough with me to share this level of intimacy.  She is becoming able to just say what she wants. 

As I suck on her pinky toe her body convulses with its second orgasm.  I lower her foot with my hands getting ready to switch legs. 

“Kiss the bottom.”

Her directness surprises me.  This is new.  My brain makes a snap decision.  Lifting her foot higher doesn’t feel right so I adjust my body and slide onto my back and kiss her foot from below.  I gently outline her foot from the ball to the heel and back.  Lisa makes some noises that aren’t quite a moan or a laugh, they just sound like ‘joy.’

She retrieves her foot from me and lowers her left leg.  I return to my knees and take her left foot in my hands and kiss it.  The vibrator resumes its work.  My well-practiced hands start their massage, working her foot thoroughly and gently from front to back.  Lisa arches her back in the chair and breathes deeply.  As I take her big toe into my mouth I feel her body buck again as she cums.  My lips… my tongue… the suction… her body reacts more lively as I go.  Each toe, one by one.  She cums again as I reach the pinky.  I hear the vibrator stop as my tongue continues its work. 

I release her toe from my mouth and move again to my back.  I shower the bottom of her foot in kisses as Lisa coos and squirms above me.  I return to my knees as she rises and leans forward in the chair. 

“Thank you for the privilege of pleasing you, Miss Lisa.”

Her face remains red, a half-smile on her face.  Her eyes hang heavy.  Her hand grabs the back of my head and pulls me to her as she kisses me on the mouth.  The kiss is gentle, her tongue traces the outline of my lips before she leans away.  I watch her take a deep breath and exhale slowly. 

“Lean onto the bed, face down.”

“Yes, Miss Lisa.”

I rise from my knees and lean onto the bed.  I feel her hand caress my buttocks.  Smack, her palm connects with my butt cheek.  My body bucks and I let out a small grunt.  Smack, she slaps the other cheek. 

“That’s for getting me all worked up.”  She lets out a small laugh.

“Stand up and give me your hands.”  I stand and turn and watch as she picks up her jeans and digs through the pockets.  She approaches and turns back the sides of the muff, locking my wrists to the internal chain before turning them up and cinching the ends. 

“Get in bed.  You’ll be warming my body tonight.”

I nod and climb onto the bed.  Lisa dims the lights to a faint glow and crawls on after me.  Under the covers she presses her body against mine.  I am the little spoon.  I feel the heat of her sex and the dampness of her panties against my rear.  Her arm wraps around my chest and she gently squeezes my nipple.  She whispers in my ear.

“Naughty.”

Within a couple of minutes I hear her gentle snore.  Her warm breath flows onto my neck. 

Exhaustion sets in on my tired mind.  As I drift off my spirit feels rejuvenated.  The different feelings of pleasing someone instead of being used for pleasure...  I feel like Mistress gave Lisa to me instead of me to Lisa. 

END ACT