My Dutch pet

Chapter 16

 

Lying in the bath holding me in your arms, listening to the soft music coming from the bedroom, and the bathroom bathed in soft light from the candles makes you almost forget that you are a slave.  The urge to reach out and caress my naked body is strong.  However, the rattling sound made by your chains every time you move serves to remind you that you are not my partner, and we are not enjoying a romantic soak in the bath together.  You are there purely for my comfort, although the small sighs sometimes escaping from my lips let you know that I am content and happy to be lying there with you.

 

I can feel myself starting to fall asleep I am so relaxed, so reluctantly I stand up and order you to wash me.  You do not need to be told twice.  You set about your task with pleasure.  As your hands gently caress my breasts my nipples harden to your touch and when you reach the intimate part between my legs I gasp in pleasure, at the same time that your cock starts to swell.  I can’t resist, your touch has always had the same effect on me.  I want you and need you, but I am determined that this time I will not give in to my animal urges and allow you to take me as a lover.  I want my slave to pleasure me while I remain in control.  So opening my legs wide I push you down onto your knees and lacing my fingers through your hair I pull you towards my most private place.

 

Eagerly you start licking around the tops of my thighs and tentatively flicking your tongue over my clitoris.  Your cock is still trying to grow but the chastity device is working well and you can feel the pressure start to build up followed by pain in your cock, but you are learning to ignore it.  The most important thing for you is giving me as much pleasure as possible.  This is the first time since you returned home that you have been allowed to pleasure me in this way.  You now know why you were not allowed to give this pleasure to your Mistress before.  You would immediately have recognised the glorious pussy as being mine.  You can feel my fingers pulling on your hair as I become more aroused.  Pulling you tighter into me you start teasing my pussy lips until you reach the entrance to my vagina.  As your tongue finds its way inside I almost can’t bear it.  My whole body is starting to tingle and the sensation of your tongue flicking in and out of my cunt is driving me wild.  My breathing becomes quicker and my heart beats faster as you make me more and more excited. 

 

The more aroused I become the more pain you receive as now my hands have moved from your hair to your shoulders.  But unfortunately for you my nails are digging into your shoulders as you bring me closer and closer to orgasm.  You find it strangely erotic, the mixture of your pain and my pleasure.  Never before in your life as a free man did you experience such extremes of either pleasure or pain, and you never experienced both at the same time when you were making love to your girlfriends.  For now though you don’t have time to think too deeply about your feelings, as I suddenly start shaking as an enormous orgasm rips through me.  Your face is soaked by my fluids and even though it goes in your mouth and up your nose you don’t care.  You feel fantastic.  You are responsible for the amazing orgasm I have just had and knowing that makes you feel very proud.

 

When I release you, you look up at me with a small smile on your face.  I return your smile.  I feel really shaky and my legs are wobbly.  That was fantastic!  I can’t quite trust myself to speak because I know my voice will also shake. So putting one hand on the top of your head I push down guiding your head under the water to clean my cum from you.  When I release you I take your hand and allow you to help me step out of the bath. Then gathering up a soft and warm bath towel you wrap it around me and gently dry my body.  Then scooping me up in your arms you carry me into the bedroom and lay me gently on the bed.

 

Without asking permission but sensing that it is appropriate and will be appreciated you fetch a bottle of scented oil and rubbing some between your hands to warm it up you climb on the bed, sit astride my hips and slowly start massaging my shoulders.  As you reach my back you hesitate.  The welts from the whipping are still there, although much fainter they are still visible.  The pain in your chest as you look at them feels like a knife is being twisted in you.  You are scared to touch them incase they still hurt and will remind me of what you did.  I can sense your anguish and your reluctance.

 

‘It’s okay Roy.  They don’t hurt any more and they will fade with time.’

 

‘I am sorry Mistress.  I don’t think I will ever be able to come to terms with what I did.  I………..’

 

‘Please Roy; I don’t want to go over that again.  It happened and nothing will change that.  We both have to move on.  So please do not talk about it again. Now come, I want to feel your warm hands on my body giving me the best massage you have ever given.’

 

‘I’m sorry Mistress I didn’t mean to upset you, I just…’

 

‘Slave, shut up! Do you want to be punished for disobeying an order?  If so, you are going the right way about it! Now please get on with my massage!’

 

You realise by my calling you slave rather than Roy that I am becoming annoyed and it would be better for you to shut up.  You certainly don’t want to end what has been an amazing evening, with a punishment or to have me go to bed in a bad mood with you.  So putting more oil on your hands you start massaging my back, at first gently and then more firmly as I make no indication that you are hurting me.  When you have finished you change position to sit astride my lower back so that you can massage my buttocks and legs but the short chain between your ankles will not allow you to spread your feet wide enough, so climbing off you kneel beside me on the bed and continue to work your way down my body.

 

Just as you have an amazing tongue it seems that you also have amazing hands.  I wonder where you learnt to be so good at massage as you seem to know just the right amount of pressure to use and have the ability to make me relaxed while also arousing me with your touch.  As I lie there enjoying the feel of your hands on me I am also aware that I must not fall into the same trap as before.  You are not my lover you are my property and I must not forget that, but before I can think any more about it I fall asleep.

 

You realise I am no longer awake when I stop responding to your touch, so you stop the massage and lie down beside me, stroking my hair and face lightly so as not to wake me.  You want to make the most of the opportunity to be close to me.  As you gaze at me you can feel a stirring in your groin.  I look so beautiful and innocent when asleep that you feel protective of me.  You realise that you are falling under my spell and it won’t be long before you will not want to be free, even if you have the choice.  You wonder what our lives would be like now if you had chosen a different path the first time we met.  Back then you knew that you could easily fall in love with me and the thought frightened you, so when you left England with your ship you broke all contact with me.  With so many other girls to choose from it wasn’t long before I became a distant memory.  But what if you had allowed yourself to fall in love?  Would you have been here now by my side as my lover or even my husband instead of a slave, a piece of property that I own?  The thought of what might have been makes you sad but you know that coming from different countries with different cultures a partnership would probably not have worked.  But as a slave, well who knows if it will work in the long term, all you can do is hope and try your best.

 

When my skin starts to feel cooler to your touch you carefully pull the quilt out from underneath me and then cover me with it.   But now you are not sure what to do, it is late evening and it is unlikely that I will wake until morning.  You would dearly love to climb in beside me and cuddle up but do not dare.  I may have been kinder to you since I brought you home but that doesn’t mean you should take liberties.  A part of you is scared that I still have that mean streak and may whip you hard or think up some hideous torture for your insolence.  You think about returning to your own bed, although some bed a 5ft by 3ft cage is!  You wonder if you will ever be allowed to sleep in a real bed again.  From your cage you can see your old bed, and even though it wasn’t very comfortable with a lumpy mattress and only a thin blanket to cover you, it was a helluva lot better than sleeping on the floor of the cage.  At least on the bed you could stretch your legs out.  In the end you decide to sleep on the floor by my bed, that way if I wake up in the middle of the night you are immediately on hand to serve me.

 

As the floor in the bedroom is wooden and not carpeted it is not long before your body starts hurting.  It is impossible to get comfortable and you are cold, lying there naked without a blanket.  The rattle of your chains as you toss and turn is also starting to annoy you.  You hope at some point I take them off but you know that you have a long way to go before I trust you enough to free you from bondage.  Eventually giving up trying to sleep you decide you may as well get up and do some housework.  Perhaps if I see the house spotlessly clean in the morning I will reward you in some small way.  You go downstairs and start tidying up. You dare not use the vacuum cleaner incase the noise wake me so you limit yourself to dusting, polishing and washing the kitchen floor.  It does not take long as the house is pretty much spotless anyway; after all you are cleaning it on a daily basis. 

 

When you have finished it is still only 0200.  Its funny you think as you glance at the time on the clock, even though you are no longer in the forces, you still use the 24 hour clock.  As you look around the living room trying to decide how to occupy yourself for the next few hours your eyes settle on the TV.  It has been a long time since you have watched it. You know that football highlights will be on the Sky sports channel, and after listening to the World Cup final through headphones you are dying to actually see a match being played.  But dare you watch it without permission?  You stand there indecisive.  You know the possible consequences of being caught watching it but you argue with yourself that I will not be awake until at least 0700 and by that time you will have finished watching and will be in the kitchen making me a cooked breakfast.  So I will never find out.  The other part of you argues that by watching TV you are letting me down and betraying what little trust I have in you.  You stand there for nearly ten minutes trying to make a decision.  In the end football wins.   You turn on the TV and turn the sound down low so that it will not be heard upstairs, and laying down on the couch you make yourself comfortable to watch the highlights.

 

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I wake up at 7.30 feeling refreshed after a good night’s sleep and ready to start the new day.  Today will be the first ‘proper’ day we will spend together.  I plan to take you shopping to buy some clothes.  It may be okay for you to be permanently naked at home, but when we are out other people will not want to be looking at your caged cock, and also practically with the typical English weather you would be freezing outdoors and you will be no good to me if you catch pneumonia.  As I lay in bed thinking about my plans for the day I suddenly realise that I had fallen asleep the night before without locking you up for the night.  Shit. 

 

Reaching the bottom of the stairs I can hear talking.  Puzzled I think that you have let someone into the house, then I realise that it is the TV.  Striding into the living room I find you stretched out on the couch, fast asleep with the TV remote control clutched in your hand.  I stare at you in disbelief.  You are asleep on my couch after watching my TV without permission.  I can’t believe that you have the nerve.  Part of me is relieved that you have not run away but I am also really angry that you have taken advantage of me.  It seems that just because I have shown you that I care about you, you think you can take liberties with your position.  I fight the urge to whip your arse hard.  I don’t want to repeat my earlier mistakes of whipping you while I am angry.  I need to be in control, so instead I grab you by the hair and pull you onto the floor.   It looks as if I will have to make your position quite clear to you, and I know just the way to do it.

 

Woken up suddenly you are disorientated.  Until raising your head you see the furious expression on my face.  Shit, Shit, Shit.

 

‘I am so sorry Mistress……’

 

‘Shut the fuck up slave, I’m not interested in hearing your pathetic excuses.  How dare you lay your filthy stinking body on MY furniture and watch MY television while I am asleep.  You are going to fucking pay for your insolence.’

 

Shit you think, how could you have been so stupid as to fall asleep while watching TV?  You should never have watched it in the first place, you knew it was wrong, why didn’t you listen to yourself?  Now you have made me angry and you are upset at being the cause of my anger.  Moving to kneel in front of me and placing your hands behind your head you beg for punishment.

 

‘Mistress I have no excuse.  Please punish me as you see fit.  I will go now to the cellar and chain myself to the whipping post ready for you.’

 

‘Not today slave, I am taking you shopping to buy some outdoor clothes and you will not be able to try on outfits with bloody welts on your back.  There are other ways to punish you.  Now go to the guest bathroom and shower.  While you are there I want you to remove all your body hair from the neck down.  When you are finished you are to kneel on the floor in my bedroom. 

 

You immediately rush to do as you are told, curious as to why I have not issued an immediate punishment and why you must shave all your hair off. 

 

The answer is provided when I enter the bedroom.  Removing the chain linking your wrist cuffs I give you a top to put on.  It is a cream v-neck long sleeved T-shirt and stretches tightly over your torso.  It is obviously one of mine.  Your heart sinks.  I re-cuff your wrists and give you a pink flowery summer skirt to put on.  Luckily for you it has an elasticated waist and although tight around your stomach you can get it on.  You feel ridiculous and realise that your punishment today instead of pain, is going to be humiliation.  Your eyes widen in horror as I plop my make up bag onto the bed and start rummaging around in it.  Mascara, blusher and a nice glittery pink lipstick complete the look. 

 

When I have finished I make you stand and look at yourself in the full length mirror.  Your face turns beet red.  How humiliating!  But I have not finished yet.  Looking though my jewellery box I find a chunky pink beaded necklace and matching clip on earrings.  They are hideous and are not part of my normal jewellery collection.  I had bought them a few months earlier when I was going to a fancy dress party.  Once I have put them on you I take a good look at you.  I can see how mortified you are and I start to laugh.  Oh God you look so stupid.  This is so much better than beating you.  It is amazing what a difference it makes when I give myself time to calm down and think about your punishment instead of just lashing out in anger.  I am going to have such fun today.  It’s just a pity we don’t share the same shoe size.  But maybe I can buy you a nice pair of strappy sandals while we are out shopping.  The thought of you trying to walk in high heeled sandals makes me laugh even more.  Hearing me laugh at you makes you feel even more humiliated. 

 

When I slap your arse and tell you to get moving ‘cos we are going shopping you are horrified.  Not only am I dressing you up like a transvestite I am taking you out in public!!  You are not sure which is worse being humiliated for punishment or feeling the lash of a whip across your flesh.  As the day goes on and your humiliation deepens, you know that given a choice you would prefer the feel of the whip anytime.

 

I attach a leash to your slave collar and pulling you behind me we leave the house.  The gravel on the driveway cuts into your bare feet but you dare not complain or beg to be allowed to put on a pair of shoes.  I let the leash go when we reach the car and you automatically move to stand waiting beside the passenger door.

 

‘Where are you going slave? Pets travel in the boot of the car.  Now come here and get in.’

 

With a sinking feeling you notice two things, one that I have reverted to calling you slave instead of Roy and the other is the dog cage in the boot of the car.  Reluctantly but obediently you climb in.  When I lean in to pat your behind and say ‘good dog’ your face turns red.  I notice and start laughing to myself as I climb in the front of the car to drive to the shopping centre.

 

As we drive through the streets you can see people looking at you every time the car stops at the lights or in heavy traffic.  Although they can’t see that you are wearing a skirt or even makeup they can clearly see that you are sitting in a dog cage.  They know what you are……

 

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Arriving at the large shopping mall I release you from the dog cage, smiling to myself as you find it difficult to get out.  Eventually you manage and with a pull on your leash we head for the clothes shops.  The catcalls and whistles you get from different guys as you shuffle along wearing your ‘girlie’ outfit and chained at your wrists and ankles brings fresh humiliation to you.  This feels about ten times worse than the humiliations you suffered at the auction house.  At least there you were amongst other slaves who were also being humiliated.  Here at the shopping mall you stand out like a sore thumb.  God, people must think you’re a tranny or a sissy slut.  How could I do this to you??

 

You are extremely relieved when we enter a men’s clothing shop and I release you from the manacles.  The sales assistant giggles when she approaches us and asks if she can help.  You look to me for guidance.  Should you speak to this girl as she has asked you a question or should you remain silent? I completely ignore you and inform the sales girl of my requirements.  The girl leaves and returns with a tape measure taking your measurements so that I know what size clothes you will require.  When she kneels down in front of you, you wonder what she is about to do and soon find out as with another giggle her hand reaches up underneath your skirt.  You both jump, you at the unexpectedness of her hand running up your thigh and her when she accidentally touches your cock.

 

‘Oh my God’ she exclaims ‘has she got something strapped to her cock?’

 

You are embarrassed at both the situation and the fact that the girl has referred to you as ‘she’.  The girl obviously thinks you are a transvestite.  You become even more embarrassed when I say ‘Yes my slut is wearing a chastity device.  Would you like to see it?’

 

See it! Is she joking?  She can’t seriously want to humiliate me even further than she has already by allowing a total stranger to see my cock trapped in its prison.  But that is exactly what I intend as I instruct you to raise your skirt to your waist.  Knowing full well that to refuse or to try and plead with me not to do this to you will result in further humiliations or punishment you bend over, grasping the hem of the skirt and lift it high so that the sales assistant has a good view of your cock.  Her eyes open wide in amazement.

 

‘Wow.  I have never seen anything like that in my entire life.  Does it hurt?’

 

‘Answer her slut’.

 

‘Umm uh no Miss it doesn’t hurt when I am umm soft, but if my uh my penis becomes hard, it umm it is really painful’.

 

‘Can I touch it Ma’am?’

 

‘Yeah sure you can.  While your there if you want to play with her balls and get her excited you can see what happens if you like’.

 

You are upset that I am allowing this girl to touch you and also that I am now referring to you as a female.  Surely your crime wasn’t so great that I have to heap all this humiliation on you.  The sensation of your balls being cupped in a warm mouth stops you thinking any further.  Oh God the girl is on her knees sucking your balls.  You look at the girl and then at me.  I am standing there with an amused expression on my face watching the effect the girl is having on you.  You can’t believe that I am enjoying this.  Unable to stop it your cock starts growing and with it the pain.  You start whimpering and sweat forms on your brow as she continues to suck and tease your balls while at the same time raking her nails up and down the back of your thighs and buttocks.  Without thinking about what you are doing you start thrusting yourself towards her face, desperate for her to take your cock in her mouth, even in its cage.

 

When she realises what you are doing she pulls away laughing taking a swipe at your cock at the same time.

 

‘Well that’s amazing.  When I do that to my boyfriend he gets a raging hard on and it doesn’t take long for him to shoot his load, but that tube thing on his cock really works!  Where did you get it? I may get one for my boyfriend. Just think, I could tease him for hours! How much did it hurt you?’

 

‘It is umm, it is really painful Miss’.

 

‘Do you like get a kick out of wearing it or something?  I mean I guess you are both playing out some kinky fantasy right? What with this thing locked to your cock and you dressed as a tranny and all.’

 

You look at me.  Are you supposed to answer her questions?

 

‘Answer her questions truthfully slut’.

 

Wondering if your face will ever return to its normal colour or will remain bright red with embarrassment you answer her.

 

‘Umm, we are uh not playing a game. I am umm, I mean I umm I belong to Mistress.  I……’

 

‘What like you guys are married and are trying to spice up your sex life?’

 

I can’t help but smile to myself.  Watching you squirm with embarrassment is amusing, and listening to you fumble around trying to find the words to tell this girl what you are turns me on.

 

‘Well get on with it Roy.  Tell the girl what you are!’

 

Taking a deep breath the words tumble out of your mouth.

 

‘Miss, we are not playing a game.  I am a slave and I am the property of Mistress Tracey.  I am imprisoned in a chastity device because it pleases my Mistress that I am.  I am wearing these clothes and make up because I have been disrespectful to my Mistress and this is my punishment. I am not a tranny’.

 

‘Wow! What so you’re like a real life slave?’

 

‘Yes Miss’

 

‘That is so cool!’

 

Cool is the last thing you think this situation is.  You wish she would just shut up so that you can get out of there.  You are also desperate to lower your skirt and hide your genitals.  Thankfully I appear to have had enough as well as I tell the girl that we must get on as we have a lot to do today.  Once again the girl measures your inside leg for your trouser length.  Once finished I tell you to lower the skirt.  You breathe a sigh of relief.

 

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Loaded down with shopping bags and in chains once again you shuffle along behind me as I walk through the mall to a café.  All that shopping has made me thirsty and I have also realised that I forgot to eat breakfast.  Entering the café I find a table next to the window and sit down.  You stand beside me not knowing what is expected of you, but wishing I had sat at the back of the café where you would be less noticeable to passers by.

 

‘Sit down Roy, no not on the floor! Do you want to get my beautiful skirt dirty?  If I wasn’t worried about the sight of your tiny cock putting the other diners off their food I would make you remove the skirt and sit on the floor, but unfortunately you will have to keep it on, so sit on the chair opposite me.’

 

‘Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.’ 

 

You are grateful that you don’t have to suffer the humiliation of sitting at my feet in public, and also that sitting on a chair will make the fact that you are wearing women’s clothes much less noticeable.  Hopefully the lipstick will rub off when you eat your meal.  It seems to when women wear it anyway.  You are starving, and the smell of cooking food makes your stomach rumble.  I order a pot of tea for myself and a glass of water for you together with a full English breakfast.  When the drinks arrive you ask permission to drink the water, and drink it all in one go.  Then the breakfast arrives, a huge plate of bacon, sausage, egg, tomatoes, mushrooms and beans with a side order of toast.  But there is only one plate and you know without a doubt that I haven’t ordered it for you. Shit.  You know there is no way I will be able to eat such a mountain of food and hope that there are plenty of leftovers for you to tuck into.  When I see you looking hopefully at the food I giggle and say ‘don’t worry I have brought your breakfast with me’, and opening my handbag I produce a pair of panties.

 

‘Now open wide like a good girl’.

 

You stare in disbelief at the dirty panties dangling from my finger tips. You can see the spunk that has dried into them and feel sick, knowing that it isn’t yours but some other guy’s.  Knowing there is no choice you open your mouth for me to push them in.

 

‘Now if I were you I would make the most out of sucking all the cum from them because it is supposed to be full of protein, and it is the only protein you will be getting today.’

 

With that I tuck into my breakfast while you sit there desperately trying not to gag on the disgusting taste of my spunk soiled panties.  When I have eaten enough I push the plate away.  I can see your eyes on the food and know that you must be starving too.  I feel a sudden twinge of sympathy and decide that your punishment has gone on long enough. 

 

‘Ok Roy your punishment is over.  Remove the panties from your mouth and you can finish my meal.’

 

‘Thank you Mistress.  Please may I speak?’

 

Nodding my confirmation you continue ‘I deserved all that you have done to me today.  I will do my best not to disappoint you again, or to be so insolent as to treat your home as if it was mine.  I forgot for a moment that I have no rights to anything and I humbly apologise to you’.

 

‘Apology accepted.  Now eat up and then we will find somewhere for you to change into some of the clothes I have just bought for you.’

 

You eat the food quickly; using your fingers as I have not given permission for you to use cutlery, ignoring the disgusted and bemused looks of some of the other diners.  When you have finished I give you a tissue to remove the makeup and then take you back to the shop where we bought the clothes and ask the assistant if you can use one of the changing rooms.  With a smirk she says it’s okay.

 

When you emerge from the changing room five minutes later I have to admit you look pretty damn good.  The grey long sleeved crew neck top and stone washed jeans held up with a wide dark brown leather belt look perfect on you.  You look so damn sexy, especially with the slave collar clearly visible.  I can feel the stirring of excitement in me.  God I can’t wait to get you home!  Attaching the chains to your wrists and ankles somehow makes you look even sexier.  You look so masculine and so vulnerable at the same time.  What a combination! And you are all mine to do whatever I want with!