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My confession of love didn't change things very much. I was still put
through my exercises on the treadmill, I still slept in my little pen, and I was
still hooded and collared, not allowed to roam free.
But once a week I was led to Mei Ling's quarters and allowed to prepare
dinner.
I lived for those nights. I was permitted to look out the window at the
sky, and after dinner Minx and sometimes Mei Ling would play with me.
She encouraged me to tell her my fantasies. She listened to my stories;
she even encouraged me to sing for her.
And then would come the playtime.
I learned to love being spanked by her, to take a hard whipping until my
skin felt hot, to worship her feet.
I wanted to do more for her. I wanted to be anything she desired me to
be.
I wanted to worship her whole body. I wanted to worship her breasts, her
ass, and her pussy. I wanted to suck her woman juices from her, not just lap it
from her fingers. It was becoming maddening. I couldn't think of a way to say
anything like that to her. It would have been insulting at a minimum.
Think of your dog saying he wants to be intimate with you, and you can
get the picture.
Then came the night at Sin.
It was after I had served dinner to her one night. She had just
requested a goblet of juice, and I had brought it to her. She ordered me to sit
at her feet.
"M - 5, would you like to go out with me?"
I wasn't sure I had heard her correctly.
"Go where Controller?" I asked.
"Out. I am going to a club and I thought you might like to come with
me."
"I would be honored Controller. "
"You should be. I rarely take a pet out with me to Sin."
"Sin, Controller?"
"Yes," she smiled, "the name of the club is Sin."
It was a few nights later that Minx dressed me in a dark pair of pants,
a white shirt, and a jockstrap made of leather, and a new type of collar. This
one had flashing lights and small metal studs.
"Now M - 5, listen to me very carefully. If you try to escape you will
be stopped by the collar. It is designed to shock you if you get more than
thirty feet from me. Is that understood?" she explained.
"Yes Controller."
"You will not speak to anyone or allow anyone to speak to you. You will
act as if you are deaf and dumb unless I give you permission to speak."
With that she hooded me, attached a leash, and led me out.
The drive took some time, but ultimately we arrived at our destination.
The hood was removed and I found myself looking at the world again.
People everywhere, noise, and colors. I was actually disoriented after
all the time in relative solitude.
Minx led me out of the car and I saw that we had been in a limo. I
couldn't see the driver, but I had a feeling of who it was.
She led me past the doorman, who bowed deeply, and into the club.
We were engulfed by people and loud music. I almost panicked, but the
steady pressure of the leash kept me three paces behind Minx through the main
club. She led me to a door and knocked in a pattern. The door opened and Minx
led me into the room beyond.
A bondage frame was mounted on a stage at the far end of the room, and a
rack of whips hung next to it.
"On stage M - 5, and remove your clothes. Keep your strap on." I was
instructed.
I did as I was told, and she secured me to the frame, face towards the
back wall.
"Wait here. Do not move or speak"
She left and a few minutes later I could hear people entering the room.
The lights dimmed and I hear the noise die down.
Then I heard a whip crack behind me. I jumped as well as I could being
tied. The next time, the whip cracked about my shoulder. I gasped. The strokes
continued. Back, ass, legs. I could hear the people reacting to my pain. Some of
them wanted me to be hit harder. But who was wielding the whip? It didn't feel
like Minx's work. My tormentor stepped into my field of vision.
It was Lydia, with an evil grin on her face. She stepped closer.
"You should see your back, piglet. It looks like someone used a rake on
it. This is the price you pay for not answering me. Remember that? You refused
an order from me. You will never refuse my orders again, now will you?" she
hissed in my ear.
"I obey my Controller. If she orders me to answer, I will. ", I
murmured.
She stepped away and I closed me eyes, waiting for the next blow to
fall.
It never did. I heard Minx whispering in my ear, asking if I was all
right.
"I think so Controller, but I am really hurting."
"Do you wish to stop?"
"No Controller. I want to make you proud of me."
"I am Michael. So very proud."
I heard her address the crowd.
"Now you have seen my slave take this whipping. He will tell you why he
did it."
She turned back to me.
"Tell them why you did it Michael."
"I wanted to please you."
"Louder Michael", she demanded with a stinging slap on my ass.
"I wanted to give you pleasure!" I fairly shouted.
There was a sound of applause that built into a roar of approval.
Minx turned back to me and whispered," You have honored me Michael. What
reward would you choose?"
"I want to lick your pussy until you cum, Controller. I want to give you
physical pleasure."
"You will be granted this desire later. I promise you that. Now I am
going to untie you. You will turn, face the crowd, and bow respectfully to them.
Then you will get dressed and kneel at my feet."
"Yes Controller."
I did as I was told and looked at the crowd. Some of the people were
admiring me; some seemed to pity me. I left the stage, dressed, and located Minx
sitting at a table near the back of the room.
I made my way to her and knelt before her. She pulled my head into her
lap and stroked it gently. I could smell her womanly juices through her dress,
and breathed deeply of them.
I stayed there for a long time, not paying any attention to the rest of
the things going on around me. They were unimportant; Minx was all-important and
I wanted to bathe in her nearness. Minx was complimented many times on my
performance, and she accepted the praise gracefully. All too soon the night
ended and we made our way back to the limo.
I expected to be hooded again, but was instead ordered to lay down on
the floor in the back, face up.
I did and was rewarded by Minx squatting over my face.
"Now Michael, it is time for your reward. I will give you ten minutes to
make me cum. If you can not by that time, you will stop."
Without another word she lowered her sweet wetness onto my face. My
tongue darted to her clit. I nibbled it gently, and sucked on it. I slid my
tongue into her wet hole and lapped just under her clit, trying to find her G-
spot,
She trembled. I had found it. I concentrated on it. My wife had always
said my oral performance was my one true talent; I hoped she was right. Minx
became wetter and wetter. The cum started flowing out of her, then a sudden
jerking and a moan. An orgasm. I changed my focus and slowed down for a minute,
then renewed my lapping. A second orgasm, this time larger.
Then it was over. She stopped me, and ordered me to lay under her,
soaking the juices into my face.
I could only smell her, couldn't see her. But I thought I could hear a
cat like purr from her. I hoped I was right.
