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Heel Puppy	By : NoRefund Category: BtVS AU/AR > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 35145 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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((This is another of of those 'fuck it, let's chuck it all in' chapters. I could've seperated all the events into different chapters to try and get more hits, but this isn't about my ego, it's about expressing the deviant art of words.))
((For Oric13, you'll see why my friend ;), but thanks to everyone who's stopped by and reviewed this story. ))
(( I re-wrote this chapter as zoogirl was right about the abundance of characters. Thanks girlfriend, you rock and you know it! ))
THE PUPPY AND THE PARTY
Dear loyal paid up members to my website,
I have been instructed my my Mistresses to write a blog on exactly what kinds of degradation I have been through in the last days and weeks. Today had been a long day and one of the most important ones since I became Puppy.
It has been two months since I got my breast and lip implants and my bust was now a comfortable 36D, it was smaller than I expected but Mistress Faith said that she thought even bigger boobs were vulgar. This incredible woman who makes me lick her ass every time she uses the bathroom thought that this was vulgar. Go figure. But while I was recovering I was allowed to take things easy and stay in the bed in the spare room for a week as my stitches healed quicker than I thought they would. Mistress Willow was kind enough to liquidize my Alpo and spoon feed it to me from my dog bowl.
To minimize my movement and pain they made me wear adult sized diapers with see through plastic panties over the top. I had no choice but to use them so as I lay on the bed in the spare room I had to get used to feeling my warm pee slowly soak into the absorbent material, the more yellow and pungent my diaper, the more compliments I got from my owners. Even a kiss on the lips if I had soiled them. Was this preparation for a later humiliation? I would soon find out.
My lips were only slightly fuller but it gave the impression that I had a permanent pout which, according to Mistress Willow, combined with my slightly plumper ass, made me even more of a temptation than before. I recall that I blushed heavily at her compliment but now, as I write this I am struck by an epiphany......I was happy. Not many would be so satisfied being used like I was but I was fully committed to this lifestyle and was completely housebroken. Now Mistress Faith and Mistress Willow were getting married it was such a gift to be able to live and serve in this house that echoed with love and lust.
I spent a lot of time trying out Master Xander's creations, from his stocks to his hand carved wooden paddles to the kennel I often slept in. Mistress Faith had put a baby monitor in it so they could hear my clit bell tinkling if I ever dared to play with myself. Sometimes my brunette domme would swap them over so I could hear their passionate lovemaking but it wasn't out of malice. It was to test my resolve as they were trusting me to leave my aching pussy alone. But I was now so endentured to their servitude that I would do nothing, not a damn thing, without their specific instructions.
Two days ago, after much effort we had figured out Master Xander's one toy we had yet to play with. I lay on this enlarged half shell, that sat upon a set of wheels, which stopped at my lower back and had a smaller concave part to lay my neck and the back of my head on. I was ordered to pull my legs up which I did and my thighs were strapped tightly to my chest and my head and neck were buckled in so I couldn't move in the slightest. The lower part of my legs stood straight up to which my arms were tied. My Mistresses took a step back to admire their work and even gave me a little spin as it was pivotted just beneath me, that's when I realised I had turned into an office chair! Nothing more than furniture to be used as my owners saw fit.
"Puppy, I'm not going to gag you, but just one sound from you and I will, understand", my redheaded Mistress commanded.
"Yes Mistress", I replied.
"I said not a sound and what did you do, you made a sound, didn't you Puppy?", she sneered at me.
"Yes Mistress, I'm sorry Mistress".
"There you go again, you just don't learn do you", she snapped back.
I had fallen into her trap, whether I answered or not it would be seen as wrong in her eyes so she strapped a large black ball gag onto me which stretched my mouth to a painful degree. But even if I could, I wasn't going to complain as this was part of her fun and I would rather die than deny her that.
Mistress Willow sat on the backs of my thighs (which were to act as the seat of the chair) and leant back as I used all my arm and leg strength to keep her in position.
"Now Puppy, I have to write a discertation for my English class so sit still and be the good little chair you are", she said with a smirk.
She typed for hours as she sat on me in my prone immobile state, occassionally putting a pencil or two into my holes which were on full display. Slowly sliding them in and out she could feel me squirming underneath her magnificent form. She was enjoying herself even allowing me the honor of receiving a few spanks from her ruler before firing a few staples into my ample buttocks. I was hers, never doubt that.
Even though I was now legally classed as their pet they could take me out in public naked they found it much more entertaining to dress me up as they liked. This very morning I was wearing a kind of Japanese schoolgirl's uniform with large red bows and sailor style neckwear like the girls from Sailor Moon. Except this one was cut short so it showed off my midriff and my recently pierced belly button, a pair of five inch black heels with regulation white knee socks and a navy blue pleated skirt that barely covered my ass. Having no bra on only accentuated the size of my nipples that pointed through the flimsy material of my top which rubbed them deliciously sending shock after shock of arousal straight down below.
Soon I would be owned by Mrs Lehane and Mrs Lehane, at first they wanted to change my name to Puppy Lehane but I humbly pointed out that a lowly pet didn't need a surname, I was Puppy, that's all I was. They agreed and as a prize they kissed me warmly on the lips to show their unreserved love before letting me lick their shoes in utter deferrence, we were in a coffee shop at the time and despite the protests of some, most were laughing at my degradation. As I kissed their feet, my barely-there PVC thong was on display for every caffeine addict present
Once done with their mid morning snack we went for a little retail therapy. Mistress Faith went to the DVD shop as I was ordered to assist Mistress Willow in the record store.
As she perused the range of music on offer she went into a little world of her own as she always chose her cd's based on what kind of soundtrack they would make to her passionate lovemaking with her fiance. It was a lull in store activity so only bored single mothers and sticky fingered truanting teens malingered in the aisles so she let mind wander as I tailed her with my head bowed as it should be in awe of her replendent majesty.
Picking up a Dresden Dolls cd Mistress Willow headed over to the counter to pay for it as I silently followed with my hands clasped in the small of my back. The man at the register put it into a bag, once paid for, and handed it to my redheaded goddess who put the handles of the bag into my mouth for me to hold to show everyone my unquestioning subservient position.
"Er, here's your change", the record store employee said slightly nervous at the totally dominant display in front of him.
"Thankyou", she said before turning to me, "Puppy, thank the man"
This had happened before but every time it did I still burnt with shame. I grabbed the hem of my sailor girls top and lifted it displaying my large breasts to the man. I had to hold it up until Mistress Willow decided otherwise stretching out every discomforting second.
"So....Greg", she said as she leant forward to read his nametag, "Do you like my Puppy?"
"Er, yeah", he confessed not really knowing what to say.
"See these?", she asked sweetly as she ran her scented fingertips across my breasts before giving my stiffening nipple a hard tweak, "I own these...these are mine, isn't that right Puppy?"
"Yeth Mithweth", I lisped around the plastic handles of the bag.
"You know what else she does Greg?"
"N..n..no", he eeked out as pants grew at the front.
"Anything I fucking feel like!", she said with a laugh leaving this horny man watching me with a gaping mouth.
As we left the shop Mistress Faith met us just outside.
"Hey Babe, what's the....oh, you were saying thankyou weren't you", she said with a flirtatious grin confusing Mistress Willow.
"Huh? What do you....oops, my bad, down Puppy", she commanded through her dazzing smile of triumph.
She had forgotten I was still bearing my delectable titties as we walked out of the store where I flashed many unsuspecting, but now drooling, members of the public who earnt a swift swat on the arm from their partners.
Mistress Willow laughed again at her absent mindedness but as it had resulted in such a delicious moment of shame for me she let it slide.
"Did you get your dvd, sweetie?"
"Nah, they didn't have it", Mistress Faith replied a little annoyed at the shops lacklustre salesmanship.
"Nevermind Mrs Lehane", a term which always put a glorious smile back onto her face, "We still have our appointment"
"Oh yeah, c'mon Puppy, we got a date", my leather clad owner said as she cheered.
And so we all went to get a family portrait done at the local photographers.
A pet and her adoring owners.
As we entered the shop I noticed the sign in it's window. 'Levinson's Photography'.
Oh no.
"Hi, welcome to......er...it's YOU!" exclaimed the camera man. I looked up to see Johnathan, another man from school I had mocked and regarded with disdain at being so much further down the social ladder than I.
"Hi Johnathan, er, what do you mean, 'you'?", Mistress Willow asked in her confusion.
"It's her...it's....it's Puppy! I'm a big fan", he blurted out and blushed a little, but nothing compared to my own flush of shame.
"Say Johnny boy, are you a member of her website?", Mistress Faith asked bluntly.
He nodded shyly but was soon reassured by a wide smile from my Bostonian Mistress and her flame haired counterpart.
"Look Puppy, a fan! Go and greet him", Mistress Willow squeaked.
I dropped to my hands and knees and crawled over to him and planted a small kiss on the toes of his well worn sneakers. He stood there a little in awe but was brought back to reality by my redheaded owner.
"I did like the one you did the other day, rubbing her all over with flea powder and then making her beg you to put a flea collar on her. That was funny", he gushed, "Oh, and tying her up and rubbing her boobs with poison ivy and let her moan and writhe all day".
"It's always nice to meet someone who appreciates her work, have you entered the competition?"
"The what?", he said a little bashfully.
"The competition, it was one of our members ideas, I think it was Oric13, he said we should do a contest where you write an essay describing what you want Puppy to do and the most twisted tale wins..."

"..and you get to act it out, live online", Mistress Faith finished.
"Really? Cool, I'll get on it......but, what can I do for you today anyway?", Master Johnathan said as his mind began to form deliciously sordid scenarios.
"Well, we're getting married...."
"Congratulations", he offered.
"Thanks, well we want a family photo to put on the invites, just us and our little Puppy", Mistress Willow said as she tickled my ear to which I involuntarily kicked my leg at. I did that all the time now. I was so ingrained to the role of being their puppy that even if I wanted to I wouldn't be able to go back to my old way of life.
"No problems, lets go into the studio shall we", the young man said as he ushered us to the backroom.
I was stripped of my clothes and sat in the begging position on the floor with a large squeaky toy bone in my mouth as I proudly showed my gleaming leather collar. Every night before I slept I was required to use my tongue to clean all my collars, paddles and whips. The collection was now quite extensive so it took a while but if a job is worth doing....
My Mistresses sat on a cream colored leather couch behind me, one either side of my pathetic frame, smiling widely as the flash of the camera went off repeatedly. We changed positions a few times but I always kept on the floor looking up at my Mistresses with complete adoration. After about an hour we were done, or so I thought.
"Actually Johnathan, instead of cash we thought you might like payment in kind", Mistress Willow said as her gaze lead his eyes to my humble form.
His eyes twinkled as the crotch of his pants bulged.
"Ok, sure. I did have something in mind if I ever got the chance to do it.....hey Puppy, you remember at High School when you used to laugh at me for being in band, well I thought you might want to try it for yourself", Master Johnathan growled lustfully as he removed his clothes until he was naked with his penis standing to attention mere inches from my face, but I just stared confused at him until he explained.
"I thought you might like to do a little tromboning of your own", he admitted as both my Mistresses screamed in delight at the idea. Irony or poetic justice?
I was well trained in every aspect of sexual deviancy by my Mistresses so I knew exactly what was required of me.
Mistress Willow stood behind the camera taking photos as I put my face to his wide sweaty ass. Reaching through his legs I began to stroke his pulsating cock and I blew through my pursed lips to tease his sphincter causing him to squirm with ecstasy. I puffed out my cheeks and continued to play against his butthole as I pumped his noticably large member, his hand reached round to force my face fully against his slippery, hairy cheeks and I allowed him to hold me there as I blew as hard as I could hoping he would climax soon.
"How about a song Puppy?", Mistress Faith ridiculed.
So I tried to variate the blowing to try to simulate 'The Star Spangled Banner' accompanied by the soft jingling of my clit ring bell, during which both my Mistresses recognized the tune and fell on the couch laughing hysterically.
I continued pumping and rasping until he finally threw his head back and fired his spunk across the room as he let out a preposterously high pitched squeal of delight.
"Woah, that was better than I ever imagined....oh yeah, you got a deal, no charge for something as good as that, ladies", ha said breathless and satisfied.
I licked my lips stealthily as I didn't want to upset my owners but I only wanted to taste their anal flavors, and I hadn't acted like their Pissyslut yet today.
"Come on Puppy, we've taught you better than that", Mistress Faith admonished as she took a hand held camera and lay on the floor next to me so she could get close ups of me licking Master Johnathans sticky deposit off the linoleum floor. Long slow strokes of my tongue soon gathered up all his semen as Mistress Faith struggled to keep the camera still through her laughter.
I was dressed once more and we went to leave, but not before Mistress Faith called to him, "And don't forget the essay, Johnny Boy".
"Don't worry, I'll get right on it", Master Johnathan said as I secretly hoped he didn't win as who knows what kind of sci-fi nerd fantasy he could come up with.
Once we returned home I set about making dinner for them. When Willow, sorry Mistress Willow and I first got together my cooking was terrible but she soon taught me how ready a decent meal, and now it was one of my priorities as serving my owners was the greatest honor for me. To see them enjoy their food was a delight, though my own diet was restricted to my dog food and the occasional scraps I was allowed to eat from my Mistresses' hands or the floor, their joy was my joy.
I was pulled from my wandering, happy thoughts and brought back to the present as Mistress Faith yelled from the dining room.
"Puppy, you ready yet 'cos we're starvin'?"
I removed my small lacy apron which only covered my private parts and took their meal in on a silver tray. I had made them simple dinner of steak, peas and thick fries which I had made myself from potatoes (well d'uh).
They thanked me for their food and set about eating as I knelt besides them on the floor. They were impressed by my efforts which lead to a giddy smile from me.
"Puppy, you've done well. You may finger yourself while we eat", said Mistress Willow with a broad grin.
"Thankyou Mistress", I replied and squatted on a chair next to them and slid my fingers into my naturally well lubricated pussy. I shuddered as my thin digits went in and out as I flicked my clit with my thumb to a soft tinkle. This was a gracious reward from my owners and would show them how much I appreciated their consideration.
I groaned with elation as I coveted my orgasm which I knew I would not be allowed to reach while I still had my collar on. My arousal would simmer and I would be brought to the brink of climaxing many times before being told to stop which frustrated me but once I would be allowed to cum it would be all the more satisfying as I had worked to earn it.
"P...please Mistress...may I cum...?"
I already knew the answer but when I was this aroused I would let my emotions take over from my submissive self.
"Is that the best you can do?", Mistress Willow quipped.
"Please Mistresses, your p..p..pet begs to be allowed to cum", I said with a desperate nasal whine.
"No, fingers off Puppy", ordered Mistress Faith so I immediately obeyed. She took one of her thick fries and ran it over my dripping sex before sliding it into my lusthole. I shivered as it worked in and out of me before she took it out and stuck it up my nostril which caused Mistress Willow to laugh and spit her wine out. Taking the lead Mistress Willow also fucked me with one of her fries and put it up my other nostril. All I could smell was my own desire which stoked my labia's hunger all the more.
Through their tears of laughter my Mistresses told me not to remove them until I done the washing up.
Once I had finished tidying the kitchen I crawled back into the living room to admire their supremacy over me.
"Heel Puppy", said Mistress Faith, mainly because everytime Mistress Willow saw me she cracked up with the giggles. She then pulled out the fries, wiped them on the soiled heel of her boot and threw them across the room. I bounded after them and ate them from the floor that I knew was spotless as I had cleaned it just earlier today.
My Mistresses had noticed the state of the bare hardwood floors of the living room and made me clean them. Cuffing my hands behind my back and ran a chain up from them and connected it to my collar so my arms were wrenched far up my back. They secured my ankles with a thin chain that gave me enough room to move before they unveiled the piece de resistance. It was a typical penis gag that slid into my mouth but on the other end was a short wooden handle, about ten inches long, with a broomhead on it. I was to sweep the floor with my broom gag.
It took some getting used to but flexing my neck back and forth I soon adopted a routine and with a few encouraging slaps on the ass from a slipper I managed to do my duty and was proud of my efforts. My Mistresses were also pleased and so allowed me the honor of using my mouth on their pussies, but I had to beg first and they did like it when I got a little poetic.
"Mistresses, would you oblige me by allowing this humble toy the privilige of supping upon your sweet nectar by servicing your desires. My most wondrous owners, my perfect deities in human form, every blessed drop you spill upon my unworthy tongue is in service to you my most holy of creations, for your succulence is nature's caramel."
I swear Mistress Faith wiped a tear from her eye as she was obviously moved by my heartfelt plee of servitude. Mistress Willow gave her a small hug and nodded to me signalling that my brunette Mistress was to be serviced first.
But I digress, again, my sincerest apologies. I adored their stern but loving rule and ate their fries with a huge grin as I had once again pleased the possessors of my heart, my soul and indeed, my body.
Dinner was over so my Mistresses went to get ready, usually I would be made to assist them but today they did it themselves as I was told to ready the refreshments for the party. I dilligently prepared the drinks and snacks as failure on my part looked bad on my owners and I had vowed each morning to serve them as best I could and never let them be disappointed in me.
When they came back down they looked absolutely stunning with Mistress Willow in a long red flowing evening gown and Mistress Faith in a smart black pant suit, I almost wept as to be allowed in the presence of such perfection was the finest gift I had ever received. I knew that their clothes were immaculate as I had spent the previous day ironing every single piece of clothing they owned, twice. As they now had a vast wardrobe it took hours and doing it in five inch heels my feet were killing me at the end of the day. I had to maintain their clothes at all times and make sure they were perfectly pressed with not a single frayed thread.

Before I could complement on their exquisite appearance the doorbell rang.
I gulped heavily.
"Our guests are here, position Puppy" Mistress Willow ordered as she went to answer the door.
I was made to lie face down and spreadeagled by the front door with my head tilted up and stuffed with a different rubber ball gag as I was to act as bearskin rug/doormat for our visitors.

"Lilah?", Mistress Willow asked.
"I am. Willow I presume, and you must be Faith", came the assertive voice of this woman dressed in a finely tailored skirt suit.
"Yep, come on in, we want you to meet our pet", my brunette owner said proudly as she let this stern looking woman in.
"Is this Puppy?", she asked as her eyes dropped to my prone form.
"Indeed, she's our doormat tonight, for a while at least, so wipe your feet"
Mistress Lilah looked down at her shoes and cursed the fact that she had her own slave clean them so thoroughly before coming out. She ran out to the garden and danced around in the flowerbeds for a minute so she could dirty them and wipe them clean on me.
She walked back in and ran her the toe of her leather sole up and down my back removing all the filth onto me. Mistress Faith laughed heartily as this new guest dug her spiked heels in until I let out a small muffled whimper. I was humbled by their attention but didn't move a muscle as this was my duty as a mere doormat.
"Very good, oh this is my own pet, Pinky", she said as she tugged on a leash bringing her slave into view.
"Holy shit, Kennedy?", my redheaded Mistress squaked as her recognition set in.
"I think that was IT's name once...now IT just goes by the name Pinky, right?"
"Yes Mistress", came the blushed response from the girl we all once knew.
Back in High School Kennedy Suarez was the biggest bitch we ever met. She wore the leather panats and attempted to harness a bad-ass attitude but we just knew her as a 'Faith wannabe'. And now she was a slave. Though I couldn't see it I could tell that my Mistresses were beaming wildly.
"Well come in, make yourselves comfortable", Mistress Faith said as she couldn't believe her luck. To get back at the spiteful, vindictive, spoilt girl from school was a dream come true for her.
Mistress Lilah took a seat on the couch and, with a click of her fingers, had Kennedy get on her hands and knees in front of her so she could be used as a footstool.
Mistress Willow poured all the dommes a glass of Cabernet as they all seated. I was told to get up and crawl over on my knees so I sit in my begging position next to my owners.
"Let's cut to the chase shall we, I am here to see your suitability to join our most prestigious club. Drusilla was most adamant that I give you a chance, and so...here I am", Mistress Lilah said with an unflinching authority as if she was sizing up my own Mistresses in a battle of dominant wills.
"So Pinky, tell us about her", my redheaded former lover quizzed ethusiastically.
"Well, long story short, she got in some trouble, BAD trouble, I was her lawyer and took control of her. She soon realised that she needed someone like me to totally own them in order to feel complete. All those years of pointless rebellion was just a cover for what she really needed. It's taken some time to fully break her but now she's a most compliant little slut, aren't you Pinky?"
"Yes Mistress", came the humble answer from the one time 'bad-ass'.
"And the Pinky thing?", asked Mistress Faith unable to mask her joy at Kennedy's comeuppance.
"When I first met her she was in to wearing black, and leather, and pants only, so I put a stop to that. Now all she wears is pink, and lots of it, and only the very girliest dresses I can find, I had her change her name legally too, you love it don't you Pinky?", she bragged.
"Yes Mistress", Pinky answered.
"Don't tell me, I already know that, tell these fine ladies", she ordered with a dig of her heel.
Kennedy raised her head and looked at my Mistresses. Her face flushed crimson in embrassment as being in such a servile situation before the girls she had fought with (quite literally at times) in High School. Her eyes showed her true shame while my Mistresses' eyes sparkled with joy and excitement that they might get to play with her later.
"M..Mistress Faith, Mistress Willow, I am so lucky to be allowed to please my Mistress by wearing such pretty clothes. I love pink Mistress Faith and Mistress WIllow", she told them as they struggled to contain their laughter.
The name was well suited to her as she wore a short pink satin maid's dress with many layers of petticoats to show off her lack of underwear, with pink nails, eyeshadow, lipstick, even her haid was dyed bright pink and cut into a bob that resembled mine. Her stockings were pink as were her six inch heels and the collar with matching leash. An overload of pink I'd say.
"Er, where is the buckle for her collar?"
"She doesn't have one. That collar is welded on, it's stainless steel with pink leather. She's never going to be anything or anyone else again, so I thought I'd make her mine forever. Or at least until she displeases me and I'll sell her, then her new owners can do whatever they like with it. We have the occassional auction at our club you know, ever thought about selling Puppy?", she asked casually as it were routine for her to enslave and sell off her merchandise.
"NO!", both my Mistresses barked at the same time.
"I know you treat Ken..I mean Pinky that way, and it's up to you but we love our Puppy and we'll never get rid of her", Mistress Willow said firmly and honestly.
I felt a tear well up at her admission of love for me. Even if it meant being blackballed from the club they so desperately wanted to get into, they would still defend their love for me. God, how I adored these women.
"Fair enough", Mistress Lilah quipped as she sipped her wine.
"Well I think it's time we got you ready Puppy, upstairs now", Mistress Willow ordered so I scampered up the wooden hill.
"You gonna be ok here while we get her dressed", Mistress Faith asked.
"Of course, Pinky is always here to entertain me, right Pinky?"
"Yes Mistress, I live to serve you Mistress", Kennedy whimpered.
Mistress Faith and Mistress Willow took me upstairs to get properly attired to serve our honored guest.
The ever growing incline of the heels I was made to wear had all been in preperation for the ankle length leather ballet boots I was forced into which were padlocked on as a small chain ran between them severely restricting my paces, in the midpoint of which was another thin chain which ran up to my clit ring. I was allowed to teeter around the room until I had found my balance in these impossibly high shoes which were already making my feet ache and cry out for release as they realigned my posture so my ass and breasts were thrust out obscenely. The rubber ball gag was removed much to my delight as a strong boned leather corset was wrapped around me as Mistress Willow used all her strength in fastening it so my thin waist was reduced to a waspish shape as I struggled for breath. With the continued use of those ever tightening corsets my body had been trained to re-align my internal organs so I now had a proud eighteen inch waist..
They teased me by occassionally running a finger across my engorged clit which was coupled by a hard swat on my ass.
"Enjoying that Puppy?" Mistress Faith chuckled.
I wanted to answer but my words had become thorned and lodged in my throat as a warm, smoked oak rasp emanated from the bowels of my soul. Sense had become a fugitive as their soft fingers tickled my entrance firing my desire as I wanted so desperately to cum. My conscious mind reeled as the stars that appeared before my eyes screamed out with an unconventional brilliance before becoming blackened and silent as they removed their sensuous digits to carry on dressing me. I whimpered but a hard flick of my nipples made me remember my place as my Mistresses were now my reason to breathe, without them I didn't even exist. I have no illusions, I am a puppet, a disposable toy, a plaything. Mere property to be traded, bartered or sold at my Mistresses whim if I ever disappointed them.
My hair was swept up into a french braid and I was put into a sexy French maid's uniform (which was a particular favorite of Mistress Faith) for the rest of the night. It's shimmering satin snaked over my recently developed body and I gasped as this tantalising fabric held me in a soft embrace. It hung criminally short. It's low cut decolletage, trimmed with lace, showed my new breasts off to everyone. It had short puffed sleeves also trimmed with lace, and a small apron which was slipped round my waist and tied expertly into a huge bow at the back. On the flat of my head sat a lacy headpiece from the back of which hung two white silk ribbons which came down to the tops of my shoulders.
My redheaded owner buckled on a high thick leather collar which made my head stand up straight without the freedom to lower my shameful gaze as Mistress Faith pulled my arms behind me and bent my arms so my right wrist was by my left elbow and my left wrist was by my right and buckled several straps aroud them tightly which only pushed my breasts out even further. A serving tray was held against my stomach as it was tied round my back and on the two furthest corners chains were attached which were pulled taut and clipped onto my collar so if I let my posture fail and bent over in the slightest any drinks on my tray would topple and I would have to be punished.
As one last degrading accessory, Mistress Faith slid a large inflatable plug up my butt and after a few pumps it sat engorged in my backside. The tube which lead from the pumping bulb to the plug hung down from my butt to the backs of my knees like a long rubber tail. It would show how my Mistresses owned me both inside and out and could, at their will, pump it up larger and push my anal walls further apart.
Once in the living room I moved slowly and carefully with my array of drinks for our honored guest. I performed a customary 'bunny dip' before Mistress Lilah offering her another drink and concentrated so hard on my balance that the humiliation I would usually feel drifted away.
"Oh Willow, Faith, she's even better than you promised.", said Mistress Lilah as she got up to inspect me, "Now if we, and by 'we' I mean 'I' let you into our club will she do everything that's asked of her?"
"Of course. You won't let us down will you?", Mistress Willow inquired.
"Woof, woof!".
The gathered company laughed hysterically at my answer, that's when my face flushed with embarassment as the sudden realisation of the situation dawned on me.
"You think Harmony can borrow her on Tuesday. She needs a good shoe shine girl down at her salon", Mistress Lilah asked innocently as she gave my pump a squeeze or two until it felt like my colon was about to splinter
"Harmony? She's in the club?", Mistress Willow asked surprised.
"You'd be amazed at who is in our little society", Mistress Lilah said back with a wink.
"Sure, she can work at the salon Tuesday. We got plans anyhow".
"Baby, what plans do we have?", Mistress Willow asked her fiance.
"You forgot didn't you?", she replied.
"Not entirely, it's just...well.. yes"
"We're meeting your Mom for coffee, we're gonna break the news of our wedding to her"
"Crap, is that on Tuesday? Can't we re-schedule I mean we don't have to as we could just go with the whole not telling her and then we could so easily do it again some other time when we don't have to...", her babbling was cut off by a passionate kiss from Mistress Faith.
"Calm down Red, we're gonna meet her, tell her about the wedding, and it'll all be good right? Right? She does know about us doesn't she?", the brunette asked worriedly.
"Kind of, but a wedding? She's gonna freak! Oh god, then there's Puppy! Once she finds out what kind of lifestyle we have she's going to get all..."
"Red", came the nickname to dam the flow of thoughtless words, "If she doesn't accept it, well it's her loss"
"Don't say that Faith. This is my mother we're talking about it", Mistress Willow shot back annoyed.
"Can we talk about this tomorrow when we're not entertaining?", she replied with concern that their squabbling would effect their chances of getting into the club.
They shared a forced smile and looked at Mistress Lilah, "Ok, tomorrow's good, right Puppy?"
"Woof!"
Mistress Lilah had tried to ignore the petty argument and so reached between Kennedys' legs and like a rabbit from hat, she pulled a carrot from her slave's pussy.
"I ..er, what's with the carrot?", my Bostonian native asked with a puzzled expression.
"Oh, whenever Pinky is making my dinner I inist that she have a root vegetable stuffed up one of her holes. Tonight I was feeling generous so I let her slide a carrot up her cunt. I change it depending on my mood, sometimes an egg plant, sometimes a cucumber. If she disappoints me in some way I've threatened to stuff a radish up her ass"
They all laughed at this ice breaker as Mistress Lilah dangled the vegetable from the thumb and forefinger while Kennedy craned her neck up and sucked upon it lovingly like a home grown penis of some kind. After a few minutes the well dressed domme simply threw the carrot across the room and ordered her pet to go and enjoy it.
"Thankyou Mistress", Kennedy replied and crawled across the living room and bent over by the carrot and began to eat it. I fear as to what diet this cruel woman has her on. It made me appreciate my own Mistresses all the more.
I tottered around as the main event in an ongoing spectacle of degradation delivering their already poured out drinks that sat regimentally still on my tray. But this was my life and so served each of my Mistresses as best I could. Not through fear of reprisal but through love of my owners.
"So, Harmony, next week then?", Mistress Lilah said steering the conversation back to the matter at hand.
I had always looked down on and laughed at Harmony for being stupid ever since eighth grade, but she had gone through beauty school and even owned a salon downtown now. It was time to make up for my hurtful ways as the tables had turned.
"Just send her round in the morning, I'm sure you'll get her dressed just right. After she's shined all her clients shoes maybe she'll get her lick some of their pussies, after Harmony's own of course. That'll be fun, won't it Puppy", Mistress Lilah said.
"Woof" I dutifully answered.
Mistress Faith and Mistress Willow just looked at each other and shrugged in acceptance at the idea.
"We don't just anything happen to our Puppy y'know. We won't let her be abused, and we want to know everything that is planned for her", Mistress Faith demanded.
"Alright, I'm not sure why you treat a mere pet in such a way", Mistress Lilah sneered.
"Lilah", spoke Mistress Willow, "It's called love. We love our puppy and she loves us, don't you girl?"
"Woof". I almost waggled my tail but as I was still balancing drinks on my tray and with my heels, it would've ended terribly.
The evening flew past with me serving drinks and being condescended to like the servant I am. But as the hours grew long a sudden change of pace occurred.
Mistress Willow removed my tray with the attached chains but didn't release any other part of my tightly bound body free from it's torment.
"Ok, playtime. Who was going first?", Mistress Faith asked.
"Let me, I want a chance to test her", the new domme to our house said as she went into the kitchen to prepare.
"Here Puppy", my brunette domme called from her seated position so I minced over to her, struggling with my form until I lay over Mistress Faith's lap to receive the first of my 'party nite' spankings from her. Before she started Mistress Lilah stood in front of me. She had stripped down to her studded leather underwear which complimented her boots but the one thing that drew my attention was her strap on harness tightly secured to herself, but instead of the usual dildo was a baby's bottle full of her urine firmly attached to it.
"Now Puppy", my new Mistress giggled in a hard to place accent, "This spanking will carry on until you've sucked every single drop of my pee from this bottle. Go".
My lips wrapped around the rubber teat as I sucked hard upon it to taste her still warm golden flow as my brunette owner started her spanking. My ass was a smooth supple canvas on which to paint a portrait of obedience. I was grateful for this honor as this was the first time she had used the heart shaped paddle on me.
The liquid smothered my tastebuds as it ran down into my throat but I was determined to drink as fast as I could to hopefully shorten this stage of my humiliation.
"When are you bringing her over for pony training? After all we got the competition at the end of the month?", Mistress Lilah said with a smile. I would've heard more but between the whacking of the paddle and the glugging of the bottle my senses were muffling badly.
"Don't worry Lilah, we just wanted to get the initiation out of the way before we made any plans.", Mistress Willow answered in an attempt to diffuse the potentially volatile situation.
With the last of Mistress Lilah's urine swallowed the spanking ended and I even blushed when I received a round of applause from the three of them.
"A fine effort Puppy", Mistress Lilah confirmed stuffily.
She ordered Kennedy to help her get re-dressed and she did so effortlessly. Wow, she is totally broken in, by comparison I had it easy.
"Normally the whole club gets to vote who gets in or not but I am the one who really decides on acceptance. But anyway, tonight wasn't about how much pain and humiliation you can heap on your pet in one night, this was more of a meet-and-greet session with you to see just how willing she was, and how determined you were too. To see if you truly belonged to our brethren, whether you would sell out your convictions just to join our club but after seeing how strongly you defend your pet I can tell that you really would be an asset to us, so.....congratulations ladies you're in! Congratulations to you too Puppy, you passed your initiation. Ooooh, we have such delightful plans for you my little slut!", purred Mistress Lilah as she stroked my hair with her bony fingers.
She went to leave and I gave my customary farewell by kissing the tips of her expensive looking shoes. Pinky was ordered to do the same to her hosts and I could see her cringe and seethe with shame as she planted soft wet kissed on the shoes of my own Mistresses which thrilled them no end.
Mistress Lilah left and the door shut with a loud click.
"Well done Puppy", Mistress Willow said excitedly and rewarded me with a lingering kiss on my unworthy lips.
"Thankyou Mistress Willow", I smiled back.
"Yep, you did good girl", my brunette owner echoed the sentiment and tousled my hair affectionately.
"Thankyou Mistress Faith", I answered her with such tender desire to worship these ladies.
After the calm had been restored our humble home I set about cleaning up after the evenings festivities as my Mistresses retired to their bedroom.
I could hear the loud voices of my owners talking in their bedroom about the upcoming parental meeting. It always upset me when they bickered as I knew I could do nothing to help, just be the best little toy I could be. I dared not interrupt them to ask them remove my ballet boots, chains and bone crushing corset and so just started to clear up silently. I still had the toys and paddles to clean with my tongue and this blog to finish writing.
This is Puppy, property of Mistress Faith and Mistress Willow signing off.
TBC
(( Anything that anyone wants to see? Let us know and I'll see what I can do ;) ))
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