Author’s Note: This
takes place the morning after Part 49.
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L
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 10th
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.
