VIRGINIA'S PETS part 9
by Harte
Miss Virginia tweaked her pet's nipples. "We shall have these pierced for a start so you can wear your Mistress's rings. They will be a constant reminder. Off you go to your kennel." And she patted her on the head. "Oh, and send young Jamie round. I have work for him."
"How did you enjoy your week-end away?"
"It was ok" Jamie replied cautiously.
"It was more than ok according to your Face-book site. I thought you told me you weren't gay, yet on your site you announce you are and told the world how you loved Mr Brown's cock in your mouth. So have you turned? Do you now like dirty old men using you?"
Jamie blushed, and hung his head. "I didn't have much choice" he prevaricated.
"I know, pet, but you do seem rather enthusiastic as you describe what he was doing to you. And fancy letting him expose you full frontal. It is only a matter of time before someone from college sees it. What will you do then?"
"I don't know."
"Don't worry, pet. I will look after you." And she reached out and ran a mocking hand over his caged cock. "Just remember though, clients can do whatever they want with you except fuck you. The man who does that will have to pay a lot more than we charge at the moment." She paused as she pulled down his slacks and inspected his panties. "Did you know there are slave auctions and young virgins like you sell for thousands. How would you like to be auctioned off?"
"Is that what you want for me, Miss?"
"Maybe. Pet isn't earning anything and you still have the debt to clear. And of course I do have that pic of you and her together. If that ever got out you would go to prison and you wouldn't like that would you. So just remember I own you both!" And she slapped his bottom for emphasis. "One thing you can be sure of, the man who first fucks you will be someone special. You can rely on your Mistress for that. Meanwhile, it is time you learnt new tricks. Your next clients are a married couple. And they want a boy/girl to play with. So for the rest of this week you will learn how to dress as a girl. She pointed to a plastic bag on an adjacent chair. "Strip to your panties and then see what I have bought for you."
Jamie left the big house in training-bra, lacy blouse, short skirt and stockings and in high-heels which he found very hard to walk in across the grass. His bottom throbbed from the spanking Miss Virginia gave him before he left. His male clothes were kept. He was to live as a girl for the rest of the week..
Back home he opened the kitchen door. There was mandi, crouched on all fours before a dog-bowl, dressed only in her piss-panties, eating her tea. She looked up to see her son dressed as a girl! Mother and son stared at each other in embarrassment.
"I have to live like this from now on" she explained. "Mistress wants me to live as a real pet and you have to treat me as such. Your room is now my kennel. But what plans does she have for you?"
"I have to live as a girl for the rest of this week and at the weekend I am to visit a married couple as mandi for them to play with."
"You have taken my bedroom and now my name!"
"Do I have a choice any more than you?"
"You are right. We are both her slaves."
That night pet pissed her mattress and when Jamie went in to read his emails the following day all he could smell was her piss. The emails soon distracted him from the scents of a dirty bitch on heat It would seem his confession had stimulated even more interest. One in particular caught his eye. It asked if he was still a virgin? 'Yes' he replied. 'Why you want to know?' He was to find out soon enough.
Wednesday afternoon Jamie was ordered to report to the big house in male attire but with his girlie lingerie underneath. He went to the back door and knocked. No answer. He went in and saw the note on the kitchen table ordering him to go to the living room. Imagine his shock when he saw his mother for the first time in her dog mask curled up in her dog basket, a doggie tail protruding from her bum.
Miss Virginia rose, patted pet on the head and led the boy out to her Range Rover. They drove to the nearby blacksmith's shop and picked up a large dog-cage. "This is for pet when I have to leave her on her own" Miss Virginia explained as they lifted it into the back of the Range Rover. "We will put it in the garden shed so she is well out of the way." Next, they stopped off at a DIY store where she bought a large white plastic tray and some dog-food. On the way back she asked him about the state of pet's mattress. Jamie explained how it was soaking every time he went in there to use the PC.
"It is to be expected" Miss Virginia mused. "She is changing into a bitch." She paused to negotiate a junction before continuing. "Is she feeding on the floor?"
"Yes Miss."
"She will soon forget her old life!"
That Friday evening Jamie was picked up from the Lodge by a grey-haired man and his wife, a blousy lady in her fifties.
"You are sweet, mandi" the woman observed. "I hope you are going to be a good girl and pleasure me." She ran a lascivious hand over Jamie's thigh and squeezed his cock. "A nice big boy, just as promised" she observed.
They travelled into town and stopped off at a drive-by McDonald's for some burgers and chips. As the man reached out to pay Jamie realised the lad behind the hatch was a guy from his college. He shrank back into his seat, fearful of recognition, but his make-up and female attire saved him from exposure.
Back at their house, the man was sent 'to change' whilst Jamie laid out two plates and cutlery. The man re-emerged transformed. He wore a skimpy thong and a large black bra and with his lips smeared with lipstick. He looked ridiculous. He was ridiculous.
"I am here, darling" he lisped.
"Get under the table and sniff my pussy whilst Mandi and I have our tea." Without further word the man crawled under the table and shoved his head under his wife's skirt. "I caught him wanking off over dirty pictures" the lady of the house informed Jamie. "So now he has to do what he is told. Anyway his prick is so small it never satisfies me. Which is why you are here Mandi. You will be fucking me before the weekend is out whilst the wimp licks your bum-hole."
With greedy fingers she shoved the burger and bun in her mouth. No wonder she was so fat! Jamie nibbled at his repast, feeling more and more appalled by the strange couple he had been sent to serve.
"You had enough?" she asked him as he pushed his plate away.
"Yes thank you, Miss."
"Shove your plate under the table. The wimp can eat there."
After tea the lady retired to the sitting room whilst the man did the washing up. She plonked her fat bum down on the sofa and patted the space beside her for Jamie to join her. Soon her hands were exploring his body, squeezing his nipples though his bra, and rubbing his quiescent cock through his panties.
"It better get bigger than that before the night is out. I shall expect a good fucking." She paused before asking "Have you fucked with an older lady before?" as her hands continued to explore his body.
"No Miss."
She opened her blouse and two huge tits flopped out unsupported as they were by any bra. "Suck on these you little tart!"
Jamie obeyed and that was how he was found when the husband returned from his domestic duties. "Please, darling, why do you have to do it in front of me? It is so shaming. I bought him for you as a present but do I have to be so exposed."
She rose, in a fury, so fast Jamie fell to the floor. "You fucking little wimp" she roared. "I'll do what ever I want in my house! Fetch the corrector. Now!"
Deflated and defeated the man left, returning almost immediately carrying a wooden paddle, 18 inches long, two inches wide, and an inch thick. He knelt before his wife before handing the instrument of his correction over then rose and place himself over the arm of the sofa. Jamie watched, fascinated, as the woman beat her man's arse a dozen times turning its flabby whiteness into a sea of red. As her husband rose, rubbing his buttocks as though it would ease the pain pulsing through his loins, she crudely told him never to question her again. His grovelling response said it all.
She turned back to Jamie and saw his flushed face and the bulge under his tight skirt. "So you like that do you, my little tart" as she slipped an enquiring hand inside Jamie's knickers. "Well we don't want to waste that erection, do we" and with eager fingers she disrobed in front of him.
"Strip bitch!" she commanded.
Jamie did so as quickly as he could though he needed help with the catch on his bra.
She admired his taut buttocks and rampant cock and wasted no time in leading him to her bedroom. Flopping down on the bed she opened her legs to reveal a gaping vagina surrounded by a forest of pubic hair. "Fuck me bitch! Fuck me!" she roared.
It was little like mountaineering as Jamie climbed over her rolls of fat and reaching down tried to locate her open cunt. Impatiently she reached down and taking his prick guided it into her eager hole. As Jamie began his loathsome task she made him slow down, wanting him to last and last.
Jamie felt himself soften and so did she. "Lick his arse-hole" she ordered her quivering husband. He did so and Jamie recovered his boyhood sufficiently to continue his task. But eventually the combination of her wetness and his tongue right up his bum was too much and he came shooting an ocean of semen into her voluminous cunt.
Exhausted, he rolled off her and lay panting beside her.
"Not bad for a first attempt" she announced "But you had better do better next time or else you will end up with a stinging arse, like my wimp."
Next time? Inwardly Jamie groaned in revulsion.
In the end it was not as bad as he feared and aided by a little blue pill he performed his priapic duties to the lady's satisfaction. It left Jamie drained. As he lay in bed next to her snoring body, he realised he really did prefer men. Even billie's daddy was better than this.
Saturday morning and Mandi reported once more for duty only to be sent back to the lodge to shower and put on clean clothes. She was to be taken out. To have her nipples pierced.
It was a fearful woman who climbed submissively into the Range Rover.
"Do I have to be pierced, Mistress?"
"Of course you do, pet. It will sting a bit, but you will soon get used to your pet-rings, as you have to all the other little changes I have made in you. For example, pet, did you piss your bed last night?"
Mandi nodded.
"You see. A few weeks ago you would have been appalled if you had done that, now it feels natural. And that, my dear, is because you are becoming my very own pet. How would you feel if I had put you back on the game? You would have hated that. I am protecting you from all those nasty cocks. And in return you will be my pet."
The tattoo parlour was in one of the more run down areas of the town and they had to park some distance to walk there. The tattooist was a youngish woman who greeted her owner as though she knew her. She did! Miss Virginia had brought three former slaves for treatment before.
"Come through" the tattooist invited, leading the way to a clean bare room empty save for a barber's chair and a low table. "What is it to be? Chair or table?"
"The chair will be sufficient to-day." Virginia paused to order mandi to remove her blouse and take her seat. Trembling, she obeyed.
"These" the piercer explained, tying a thick leather strap just below her breasts "are to keep you still during the operation." She gave mandi's nipples a professional squeeze. "Nice firm nipples" she observed. This will easy."
Antiseptic was wiped over mandi's tits and nipples and then without more ado the woman took her piercing gun and holding mandi's left tit tightly pierced her nipple. It was so quick mandi barely had time to react as a thin metal bar was inserted into the hole. Her right nipple followed. In less than five minutes she was doubly pierced.
As she sat there still immobilised she heard her owner and the woman discuss the size and weight of rings to be inserted.
"Are you sure? They will make her tits dangle especially if she isn't wearing a bra.."
"That is exactly what I want" Miss Virginia said. "It will help her remember she is no longer free."
The woman laughed. And ten minutes later returned to insert two large heavy rings into the pets nipples. Mandi was ringed!
Jamie woke. He looked down at the still sleeping woman and sighed. She was disgusting. Her huge breasts wobbled as she breathed, her body stank of sweat and sex. And he had had to fuck her! 'I am just a fucking prostitute' he thought to himself as he wiggled out of her bed and hurried to the bathroom.
He felt better after a shower and re-clothed albeit still in his slutty female attire. He even put on scent and more make-up; anything to get her smell out of his nostrils. A cry from the bedroom called him back to his duties.
The lady was sat up in bed, her wimp of her husband stood at the foot, naked save for his thong.
"Come in mandi" she commanded. "Come and watch wimp have his monthly jerk."
"Awe, please. Not in front of the lad."
"Why not. He is only a fuck-slut which is more than you could ever be. Take that thong off and show him your little pee-pee."
The man obeyed, to reveal a thin pencil shaped dick less than 3 inches at its fullest extent. It made billie's cock look huge by comparison. Jamie couldn't help laughing much to the lady's amusement.
"Tell mandi what happens on the first Saturday in each month."
Shamefacedly the man explained that once a month he was allowed to jerk off before his wife and mistress.
"Well. Get on with it" she commanded.
He did so, rubbing his tiny protuberance between finger and thumb, until with a sigh of release he spurted a few drops of semen into his waiting hand before licking his hand clean.
"And what happens next?" the lady demanded.
"I am fucked, Mistress."
"Correct. Fetch my cock."
Jamie watched fascinated as the woman, a huge rubber phallus strapped to her capacious middle, rammed its hugeness into the man's cunt. And slowly deliberately she raped her husband, until with a cry of pleasure she orgasmed.
To be continued.
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