VIRGINIA'S PETS part 3
by Harte
Virginia interviewed her two pets in the small sitting room. She sensed their wariness but also their eagerness. Her very presence seemed to act like a catalyst; Mandi's cunt juices were flowing and Jamie's prick was rampant, tenting through his black slacks.
"So Jamie what was pet doing when you returned to the Lodge?"
"Drinking Miss."
"I hope you took the required action."
"Yes, Miss. I made her strip. Took her to the bedroom and spanked her with my belt."
"And where did your cum go?"
"Over her breasts, Miss"
"Wrong! Pet doesn't have breasts, she has titties."
"Sorry Miss. Yes, over her titties."
"God boy." She turned to her pet. "And what did pet do after Jamie left?"
"Nothing" she lied. No way would she admit she had frigged herself to orgasm whilst covered in her son's spunk.
"Come closer" ordered Virginia. Mandi moved slowly, acutely aware of her flowing cunt-juices. Another order and she lifted her skirt to reveal her soaking briefs. "So what has got my little pet so wet and randy? Is it the presence of the boy's rampant penis?"
"No!" Mandi cried in genuine horror at the thought.
"If not the lad then is it the presence of your owner?"
"Yes. No. I don't know." And she burst into tears. "I am sorry Miss" she blubbed. "I just can't help myself."
"Of course you can't, pet. It is perfectly proper you should be wet in my presence, as my persona fills your every waking moment. You already realise I own not just your service but your body and mind." And with that she signalled her pet to lower her skirt and then kneel beside her.
Next she summoned the boy closer. "What is this" she mocked as she ran a teasing hand over his tented slacks. "Why is it boy that every time you come into my presence you get an erection?" The lad blushed. "You are as bad as your mother! There is only one answer. You will have to go back into your cock-cage. But first we must do something about this.!" And she squeezed his cock through his slacks. "Go to your shed. Remove all your clothes and wait with your hands on your head."
With Jamie gone she turned to her pet. "Now it is time you told me the truth. When Jamie left you last night, covered in his spunk, what did you do?" Mandi blushed; she could no longer deny it, and confessed that she had frigged herself to orgasm. "So was it your boy's cock you were thinking of?"
"No!" she ejaculated in horror.
"So what was my pet thinking about as she pleasured herself? Was it me, your Mistress?"
"Yes." And once more she burst into tears.
"Don't worry, pet. That is perfectly understandable." And she patted her pet on the head. "Now go to the shed and take this" handing her the lad's cock-cage. "Tell him to put it on. And if he still has an erection, you will take him by the hand and jerk him off, but make him catch his spunk in his hands and then make him wipe it over his face and mouth Do you understand your task?"
"Yes Miss."
"Off you go."
It was a subdued pair who returned to their Mistress. A glance revealed that Jamie had indeed been erect when pet entered the shed; his face still glistened with spunk. Mandi, on the other hand looked almost relieved since this time she had had the upper hand, quite literally. Virginia beckoned the lad closer and opening his slacks she locked him in his cock cage. The pair were now ready for their first little trip together.
Virginia put the pet in the back of her Range Rover, crouched down on a dirty scrap of blanket. Just as well the frosted dark glass protected her from the gaze of passing traffic. As Virginia explained to the bitch when she feebly protested, she couldn't allow the nice leather of her car to be stained by the pet's pussy juices. The boy sat next to her in the front. No fear of him leaking much from his cock-cage!
Her first stop was in the centre of town. The pet was left, now covered by the blanket, a shapeless form in the back of the car, pressed up against the tailgate, alone and scared, but obedient. Virginia and her servant-boy went first to the super market. Jamie pushed the trolley whilst Virginia selected food for the week for herself. At the same time she made Jamie carry a hand-basket into which she placed some dog biscuits and a tin of Pedigree Chum, and for Jamie (although he didn't realise it at the time) a tube of lube. It was a loaded Jamie who followed her down the High Street and into Market Street. Her next stop was at the second-hand clothes store to which Mandi had been sent with her redundant clothes. Virginia almost burst into laughter as she took the lad inside. Her plan was to see if she could find any of the panties Mandi and 'sold' the week before. There were a few still left including a rather girlie pair, all embroidered flowers. These she drew to the lad's attention. How would like a pair like that to wear to college? The poor lad blushed pink with embarrassment. Of course she didn't wait for his answer, simply making him go to the check-out and pay for them out of his own meagre funds.
Back at the car, the goods were deposited in the back and the pet was allowed onto the back seat, albeit sitting on her blanket. They drove a little way out of town to a branch of Pets R Us. Once more Mandi was left in the car whilst Virginia and her boy went inside. A dog-collar, lead, and dog-bowl were soon acquired, but Virginia couldn't find a sufficiently large dog-cage. At the check-out she asked the man serving if he knew where larger cages could be purchased. He did and Virginia noted the address and telephone number of the local blacksmith who apparently made such larger cages to order.
Back at the Hall Virginia had her subs unload the car before ordering them into her little sitting room. Jamie held the two special purchases, the bag for the pet shop and the pair of girlie panties he had been made to buy from the second-hand clothes shop.
Virginia turned to her pet. "Do you need a blouse when working for me, pet?"
"I don't know Miss. Do I?"
"What do you think would please me most?"
"I suppose to be bared" Mandi whispered.
"And do you want to please me?"
"Yes" she replied, more vigorously. And she did! Poor Mandi didn't know it then but slowly, surely, her desire to please Miss Virginia eclipsed any other consideration.
"So what are you going to do about it?"
With scarcely a pause Mandi took her blouse off. Virginia leant over and touched her lightly on the breast. "What do we call these, pet?"
"Titties, Miss."
"That is right, pet. You have titties and don't you forget it" She turned to the boy. "Show pet what you bought from the shop in Market Street." Blushing, Jamie obeyed. Mandi watched, wide-eyed, as a pair of her recent wardrobe was revealed. "Tell the pet why you chose these?"
"Because you told me to. Because they are sexy."
"And when are you going to wear them?"
"When I go to college."
"So you will be a little sissy at college."
"Yes, Miss."
Turning to her pet she forced further her plans. "So, you see, pet, how Jamie is becoming a sissy as you are becoming ..." And she paused. "What is it you are becoming?"
"Your pet, Miss."
"That is right, darling. My little pet. Which is why I bought you some nice pet equipment." She turned to the lad and made him open the second package. Mandi stared at the collar and lead, stunned. Even more so when the dog-bowl emerged. "Don't worry, darling" Virginia cooed. "You are not ready for it yet. But you will be, you will be."
Three hours later Jamie had finished cutting the lawns and he was sent back to the Lodge, still encased in his cock-cage. Meanwhile, Mandi was doing all those little tasks left over from Friday night, plus her weekend duties. So hard was she working she even forgot she was bare from the waist up until that is she was summoned to Mistress's sitting room.
Virginia surveyed her pet, noting the eager gaze as the pet looked for orders. "There is something not quite right with your dress-code" she announced. "The skirt really is redundant now your titties are bared. Don't you agree?" Mandi blushed as she nodded her acquiescence and she began to remove the garment. "Not here, pet. I don't want your dirty clothes cluttering up my nice room." And she sent her to the Punishment Room to divest herself of her skirt. Her only covering now were her panties.
Once more she was back in the sitting room; once more she was being inspected by her owner. "it is almost perfect" Miss Virginia announced "except for your bush hair. Look at it poking out through yr panties. What are you going to do about that, my pet."
"Trim them down, Miss" she responded.
"Trimming is so tedious. You will have to do it weekly. Best if it all comes off."
"Yes, Miss. I will do it tonight."
An hour later and the pet was still dusting and cleaning in the little sitting room when she suddenly realised she needed the bathroom, and soon. Virginia watched her squirming. "What is the matter, pet? You look uncomfortable."
"I need a wee, Miss."
"You mean, pet needs a wee."
"Yes, Miss. Pet needs a wee."
"Come with me."
She led her pet through the house, past the kitchen, to the Punishment Room and pointed to the potty. No words need be said; Mandi knew what she was required to do. It was her most lowering moment so far, even worse than tossing off her own son in the shed. Wit a sigh she removed her panties, squatted over the potty and pissed into its porcelain interior, the piss splashing back up onto her bare lower thighs, watched by her implacable Mistress.
"Dry yourself on your knickers!"
She had no choice but to obey. Once more she looked up into her owner's dark eyes.
"It is time for your punishment, my pet. You know why, don't you."
"For being drunk, Mistress."
"For being drunk and therefore unavailable for service. There is no alternative. I am sure you can see you have to be thrashed."
"Yes, Miss" Mandi whispered.
Stark naked Mandi laid herself down over the leather covered horse and unresisting, allowed her ankles and wrists to be secured by leather straps to the apparatus. She was tied tight, her breasts pressed down hard against the leather top.
Virginia picked up a medium weight cane and flexed it between her hands, revelling in its suppleness. For being drunk you will receive twenty strokes, fifteen across your bottom and five across your thighs. Pet may sigh. Pet may cry out. Pet may even scream. It will be to no avail. You must learn never to be drunk again! And with that she administered the prescribed correction with cold efficiency.
A shaking Mandi was released from the horse and stood sobbing before her owner.
"Now kiss the cane and thank me for punishing you."
She obeyed. And in a strange way she meant what she said for she was genuinely sorry for displeasing her owner and letting her down. And as she spoke she felt her cunt juices begin to flow once more.
"Look at you! Dripping cunt-juices like the whore you were and still are. Wipe yourself clean. No! With your hand." Mani obeyed. "Now lick your hand clean."
As she wandered back to the Lodge, her arse still throbbing from the caning, Mandi reflected how exposed she had become and yet her owner had yet to even touch her 'there'. Inside the Lodge, she fled to her room, and in a frenzy of lust, frigged herself to orgasm.
To be continued.
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