Domination Inc.
“It’s looking good babe,” said Bianca, surveying the new playroom. Padded St Andrews cross, whipping bench, bondage bed, cage, Queening throne and a custom build suspension rig dominating the far end of what used to be the living room.
“Commercial grade wooden floor with soundproof insulation underneath and false walls incorporating the same,” continued Sammie as she did a walk-through with her partner. “Brand new kitchen which leads through to a reception room for clients which they access through the main door off the hallway. Also, a new bathroom with a separate toilet next to it and the main bedroom is now a massage room which can also double as a medical fetish area. The second bedroom is for use as a domestic backdrop or overnight stays, and the third smaller one will be used for storage and outfits.”
The two girls went into the massage room, which was minimalist but stylish. Sammie continued the walkthrough. “Installed a sink which is attached to the wall that adjoins the bathroom. The bed is a massage table that can convert into a medical examination bed/chair with stirrups and harness. Mirrored cabinets contain TENS units, sounds, speculum, and all kinds of probes. It also contains lube and condoms for those seeking a less involved experience.” Or as Bianca put it: ‘A quick handjob, blow job or fuck’.
“What’s left to do?” asked Bianca.
“A new sink in the bathroom, to replace the one damaged on installation. The storage room is still being painted, shelves and cupboards to be installed. Oh, and a safe,” they walked into the storage room, where a burly man in his fifties, wearing heels, stockings and nothing else, was busy applying a final coat of paint.
“Carry on, Regina,” ordered Sammie. She gave him an encouraging thwack on his backside. “Yes Mistress,” he said, redoubling his efforts.
“So we open for business a week today?”
“Yes, so get your best boots polished,” smiled Sammie.
“Honey, I don’t do boot polishing,” said Bianca emphatically.
It had been three months since Pinner’s folded and Sammie had worked non-stop in sourcing a location for their new business, Domination Inc. Flat 23 Planchett Gardens satisfied Sammie’s criteria, especially her concern over neighbours. Flats 25 and 26 contained working girls and 21,22 and 24 were corporate-owned and used by firms for certain ‘client hospitality’. One of the firms was McCraddock’s to Sammie’s total lack of surprise.
Initially, Sammie had wanted to buy but found it was rent only. Instead, Sammie put a deposit down on a three-bed terrace townhouse just off the town centre. Pricey, but a good investment and the large deposit made the mortgage affordable. Mr Pinner had underwritten the mortgage application.
The girls went back to the kitchen. “Now we just need a tart,” said Sammie, looking at Bianca as they sipped coffee.
“So the black girl knows all the local tarts?” said Bianca, giving Sammie the side-eye.
“If the girl in question has already worked in the sex industry, then yes,” replied Sammie sweetly.
Bianca laughed, “Fair enough. Let’s sit on that one, it’s got to be the right girl. Maybe one will turn up, ” she added, cryptically.
That turned out to be prophetic as Rachel announced she would do it when she met up with Sammie for a drink. Rachel had become a regular at the Tit-Tip Bar and was earning good money by “putting my pussy out there, so why not?” She said.
Sammie couldn’t think why not. “You okay working with Bianca?” she asked. The two girls didn’t like each other.
Rachel shrugged, “she does her thing, I’ll do mine.” A sentiment Bianca echoed when Sammie told her about Rachel’s proposition.
“So you have a new house,” Rachel had stayed in their old flat, which both disappointed and relieved Sammie, “about to start work as a Domme and I’m now working as a prostitute. Things are looking up,” laughed Rachel. Truthfully, she was enjoying the money she earned at the Tit-Tip bar.
Advertisements were placed in the local paper and fetish magazines, announcing that they were open for business. Domination services only with personal services handled by the in-house girl. Any attempt to touch either Mistress inappropriately would get you your balls cut off, and no, they weren’t offering that service either.
Sammie was expecting it to be a slow start. They took £900 on the first day. Four Dom sessions with her and Bianca and a half-hour spanking session with Bianca. The first week was just over £6k, including Rachel’s earnings, who joined them on the second day.
The last session was Friday, 7 pm. At 8 pm the three girls were in the kitchen as Sammie did the books. Rachel looked at her envelope with just over a grand for four days work. She then looked at the rest of the money the two girls were paying themselves, “I could get used to this,” she grinned.
Bianca’s ‘Auntie’ Esmre came in to collect her cut. She had been hired as a receptionist on Bianca’s recommendation and was a no-nonsense, thin woman in her forties with sharp eyes and sharper tongue. “I know the business honey,” she told Sammie during her interview, “and I’ll weed out the time-wasters. You can always tell.”
The three girls with Esmre running things behind the scenes settled into an enjoyable routine and business flourished. Esmre even began taking appointments for the Chinese girls in flat 25 and referring overflow business.
Sammie, Bianca and Rachel sipped champagne and treated themselves to a long lunch to celebrate the first three months of Domination Inc.
And then came a sequence of events that knocked Sammie’s world off-balance.
It began a week after their three-month celebration lunch. Bianca and Sammie were cleaning down the playroom when Esmre came in. “The next appointment is here. He has a girl with him.”
“Tell him we’ll be out in five, Esmre,” said Bianca.
“Sounds interesting,” said Sammie.
“Probably just a local tart he wants to spice up his playtime with.”
Sammie was in a latex black skater dress and spiked heels, Bianca in black latex Basque with suspenders and knee-high boots
“Ready babe?” asked Bianca.
“Ready” replied Sammie.
They walked into the reception room. It was Selwyn Mead.
“Ladies, ” he smiled, “I do like your new look Miss Beechum. Doesn’t she look lovely Hole?”
“Yes, Sir,” replied Michelle, adding with a smile, “very sexy.”
“I’m Selwyn,” he rose to shake Bianca’s hand who was somewhat nonplussed.
Sammie found her voice. “This is Selwyn Mead of McCraddock’s.”
“And technically your landlord. Well, my firm is,” he smiled.
“Ah,” said Bianca.
“I have paid the required fee, business is business, so do I get on all fours and bark like a dog? I’m kind of new to this,” said Mead.
“No,” said Bianca, “that’s reserved for those who respect the lifestyle.”
Mead looked at her for a moment. “My apologies. Your rebuke is merited.”
Michelle had risen from her chair and was eyeing Bianca with a trace of anger. “It’s okay Hole. Mistress Black is correct,” said Mead.
“Is her name really Hole?” asked Bianca with sardonic amusement.
“Yes, it is,” replied Mead.
“My what a fortunate coincidence,” Bianca continued with even more edge.
“No,” said Mead “it isn’t. It is the name she has chosen and legally adopted. And who is now disrespecting lifestyles?”
The two stared at each other before Bianca reluctantly conceded the point. “I apologise,” she inclined her head to Michelle.
“Well,” said Sammie with a hint of desperation, “now that you have all finished butting heads shall we go through to the playroom and discuss why you are here?”
“An excellent idea,” Mead beamed. “Shall we?” he motioned Sammie and Bianca to go first and then followed with Michelle bringing up the rear.
“My this is excellently well furnished and very tasteful,” Mead said admiringly. He looked at Sammie, “your work?”
“Both,” said Sammie indicating Bianca, whose face was hard. The deliberate slight had not gone unnoticed.
“A word,” Bianca said to Sammie. The girls went into the hallway.
“What’s that smarmy pig up to do you think?” asked Bianca.
“Not sure. Having fun?”
“Yeah. He’s fucking with us to see how we react and using the girl as a prop to show off.”
“But why? What’s the point?”
“Because he can,” said Bianca simply.
“A power play?”
Bianca nodded. “Let’s ride it out and see where it goes.”
“I’ve seen the girl before, she seems attached to Mead,” whispered Sammie as they went back in.
Bianca nodded again then stopped.
The girl was standing naked, legs apart, and hands clasped behind her back. Mead was feeding her a treat. “Wine gums,” he said, “want one?” Bianca and Sammie declined. He did not explain the nude girl. “Enjoy your little con-flab?” Mead went on.
“We did, thank you,” said Bianca coolly. “So what do you want?”
“Very direct. I like that. What do you think of Hole’s new tits?” he asked Sammie.
He’s trying to wrong-foot us thought Sammie. “Very nice,” she said just as coolly. Truthfully, they were. Not too large, teardrop-shaped, rosebud nipples prominent, with a gold hooped ring in the girl’s left nipple.
The girl, Hole, or Michelle if Sammie recalled correctly, stood there, calmly with no expression. Sammie had noticed that stillness, that serenity before, and found it compelling.
“So what do you think Mistress Samantha?” asked Mead.
Sammie refocused, aware that Mead and Bianca were staring at her. “Sorry?”
“Using a strap on and fucking my Hole,” he said, repeating his joke. “Hole would like to be fucked by Mistress Samantha, wouldn’t you?” he addressed Michelle.
“Yes, Sir, very much so,” Michelle looked at Sammie expectantly.
“Or maybe Mistress Black.”
“If Sir wishes,” said Michelle, her voice a fraction less warm.
Mead winced. “That was brutal. My apologies, Mistress Black, I don’t think Hole is keen on you.”
“Really? Me with my warm fuzzy personality and all? I’m shocked,” replied Bianca.
“Mistress Samantha it is then,” said Mead to Sammie who was looking uncomfortable.
“If that is what – ah – Miss Hole wants,” said Sammie.
“What Hole wants is irrelevant,” replied Mead.
Sammie paused.
“Is there a problem?” Mead asked.
Bianca leaned into Sammie and whispered, “Just do the bitch babe.”
“Look can I have a word in private, Mr Mead, I need to clarify a few things,” said Sammie.
“If you must. I can’t say I have been overly impressed by the service so far,” Mead grumbled theatrically.
“Fucks sake,” muttered Bianca. She was getting bored with the games.
Sammie shot her an angry look and went back outside with Mead.
“I’m just not clear about the relationship here -” she began.
“I own her. Hole does what I tell her. Happy?” said Mead.
“Yes, I get that, but – look when people, men come here we are playing a role -”
“I assure you, Miss Beechum, that Hole is not playing a role.”
“Exactly, which is why I’m, well, not comfortable. I mean, what’s her safe word -” she stopped as Mead started laughing.
“Safe word, oh dear, too much,” he laughed again.
“You may not respect the girl, but I do,” said Sammie with some heat.
“Respect? I have total respect for Hole, far more than I have for you and your Domme playacting.” Mead cut in savagely. “That girl strives every day to test herself, she commits herself with an intensity that is not only inspiring but downright unnerving. That girl knows exactly who she is, what she wants and will let nothing stand in her way,” his face was red with unexpected passion making Sammie recoil.
In the playroom, Bianca and Michelle could hear the raised voices. Neither girl broke eye contact.
Bianca moved towards Michelle. “You’re a nice piece of ass,” she stated.
“Thank you.”
“You should be more respectful to Dom’s.”
“I am respectful to Dom’s,” replied Michelle, pointedly.
Bianca was inches from Michelle’s face. “I should beat that attitude out of you. Mead is too soft,” she stated and was rewarded with a flicker of anger in the girl’s eyes, then it was gone.
Instead, Michelle said: “Corrective beatings are always welcome. It helps improve me.”
Walking behind Michelle, Bianca stopped. “You need improving girl, don’t you?”
A fraction of a pause, “yes.”
“Yes, what?” hissed Bianca.
“Yes, Mistress Black.” No pause this time.
Smiling, Bianca faced Michelle again. “I can see what you are thinking, bitch, but I’m – what do you girls call us? – Ah, that’s it. I’m an alpha cunt. You service alpha cunts don’t you Hole?”
Bianca could see the term working on the girl’s training and conditioning. Her eyes bored into Michelle, who didn’t blink.
“On your knees and lick my boots, cunt,” Bianca ordered.
Again, there was that barely imperceptible pause before Michelle dropped to her knees and began licking Bianca’s boots
“Is that the fucking best you can do?” Bianca sneered, “I should flay that lily-white ass of yours.”
“I believe I will do the flaying if there is any flaying to be done,” Mead said, entering the room, a flustered Sammie in tow
Bianca shrugged. “She’s your piece of cunt.”
Mead picked a thin cane off the wall rack.
“Keep licking Mistress Black’s boots and stick your arse in the air,” ordered Mead.
Michelle attacked Bianca’s boots with vigour. Mead raised the cane and landed it across Michelle’s raised rear. The girl didn’t flinch.
“You should warm her up first,” said Sammie.
“Shut the fuck up, Sammie,” said Bianca calmly. “Hit her again,” she said to Mead
“Manners, Mistress Black,” said Mead.
“Hit her again. Please,” repeated Bianca with a wolfish smile.
“My pleasure,” replied Mead, and landed two quick blows in succession. Michelle’s arse cheeks reddened. Three angry thin lines marring her flesh.
“That should bruise nicely,” said Bianca.
“I can send you a picture later,” offered Mead.
“Thank you. I would appreciate that.”
Sammie blinked at the sudden warmth and camaraderie between Selwyn and Bianca.
“Get up and thank Mistress Black,” ordered Mead.
Michelle rose gracefully to her feet, her eyes shining, “thank you, Mistress Black.”
Bianca spat in Michelle’s face. “Fuck you,” she stated.
“Well on that happy note we must be going. It has been an instructive time for us all, I think,” chuckled Mead.
“I take it the fucking is off?” asked Bianca.
“Unfortunately yes,” Mead looked at Sammie, “perhaps another time.”
“I look forward to it,” replied Bianca.
“I’m sure you will,” Mead chuckled as Michelle dressed. “Take my arm, Hole,” Michelle put her arm through his as they left the playroom. She was slightly taller in heels than the bland, pudgy Mead.
As they said goodbyes at the front door, Michelle turned to Sammie, Bianca’s phlegm still on her face.
“You should have fucked me,” she stated, calmly.
Bianca closed the door on the couple. She and Sammie walked into the Kitchen. Esmre came through on hearing the client leave. “That was quick. Everything okay?” she asked.
Bianca made a face. “Think so. Can I have a word with Sammie in private?”
Esmre nodded. “Sure. I’ve got some bookings for flat 25 as Rachel isn’t in today.” She shut the kitchen door behind her.
Sammie started: “Okay, that didn’t go as I expected.”
“You shit the bed, hun,” said Bianca.
“Well, I wouldn’t go that far -oh- okay, maybe, I just didn’t get the vibe.”
“You knew he was testing us, fucking with us. He wanted to know what we were about. Now he knows.”
“All because I didn’t fuck that poor girl?”
“Fucks sake Sammie, that ‘poor girl’ would have stabbed me in the heart with her fucking spiked heel given half a chance. If he gave the word she would have gone for me,” continued Bianca, “I may be taller and fight dirty, but that skinny blonde bitch would have been fighting like a lioness protecting her cubs. In the end I gave him due respect, he accepted it, we bonded, and all is right with her world. Don’t mess with her world. I’m not even sure Mead wants to mess with her world.” Bianca paused as she saw Sammie was upset. “Cup of tea?”
“Thanks.” replied Sammie, her tone subdued.
They sat in silence as Sammie collected herself and sipped her tea. “Okay, explain it to me,” she said.
Bianca smiled. “Look, I respect you a lot. You know that. I think you are a great Domme. You are smart, sexy.”
“There is going to be huge ‘but’ at the end isn’t there?” interrupted Sammie, laughing.
“No. It’s true. But you’re a good Domme because you have a very strong submissive side. You intuitively know what the subs want because you know what you would want and the subs get that. They sense a connection with you. With me, it’s a different experience. More edge.”
“I wouldn’t say I had a strong submissive side”
“Babe, you do. What do you think of Hole or whatever her stupid fucking name is?”
“Well, I was uneasy.”
“Not the situation, the girl herself.”
Sammie considered that for a moment. “Honestly, I thought she was intriguing. Different.”
“Yeah I got that. She is one of those who goes beyond the froth and play acting. Someone who commits to the lifestyle with their very soul. It consumes them. They can even shape the Dom who is meant to be in charge. It’s like a religious zeal.”
“Mead said she had an intensity that could be unnerving,” admitted Sammie.
Bianca waved her hand to emphasise the point. “There you go, but you are still not seeing it.”
“Seeing what?” asked Sammie.
Bianca finished her cup of tea before answering. “The girl intrigues you because you envy her. You, Samantha Beechum, want what she has. You want to be her so much it frightens you.”
Silence.
“Maybe,” said Sammie, “perhaps a little bit. It’s just -”
“Just what babe?” said Bianca softly.
“I’ve always been in charge, done the right thing, looked after people, organised things. It’s what I do, and I’m good at it, but sometimes I don’t want to be good at it,” confessed Sammie. “Sometimes I just want to let this other side of me out and not have to think, or worry or feel. Just be free.”
“I know,” said Bianca, “and yes, you are good at everything. This place is down to you.”
“Thanks,” smiled Sammie.
Bianca put the cups in the sink. “Do you want to try it?” she asked.
“Try it?”
“Letting other Sammie out.”
“How?”
Bianca paused, she hadn’t planned on involving Sammie in what she was about to say. “I have a private engagement this Saturday afternoon, and I need an attendant. It will involve picking me up and driving me there,” again she forestalled Sammie. “Once there you will take drink orders, help set things up and generally help out. But you don’t talk unless spoken to and you obey me at all times. You don’t think. You just serve. Finally, you will meet people who are just as committed to their lifestyle as that Hole bitch. Are you in? Yes or no.”
“Well, it’s just I’d like some more details.”
“So its a no then. Not a problem.”
“You can’t expect me to just say yes,” protested Sammie.
“Babe I don’t expect anything. Its what you expect from yourself. Can you let go?”
Sammie wondered if she could, yet she also knew she couldn’t keep ignoring the submissive need that gnawed at her. The siren call of not being Samantha Beechum, or Mistress Sammie, but if she let herself be seduced by that call where would it end? She took a deep breath.
“Yes,” she said to Bianca. “I’m in.”
Saturday
Sammie parked her new Mercedes B-Class compact outside Bianca’s flat and waited as instructed. A few minutes later, Bianca came out in jeans, t-shirt and leather coat. Dumping her case in the boot, she climbed in. “Drive,” she instructed Sammie, doing up her seatbelt.
Sammie activated the satnav address Bianca had sent her earlier and set off. Their destination was a farm, the home of the Titchester Pony Club. Bianca nibbled on the fruit Sammie had provided, neither girl saying a word. Sammie tried to maintain calm but was tense with excitement and apprehension.
They arrived. The club’s legend emblazoned in gothic typeface on the sign outside.
Bianca got out of the car. “Fetch my bag.”
“Yes, -” said Sammie, hesitating.
“Miss Bianca is fine.”
“Yes, Miss Bianca.” Ordinarily, she would have smiled, but Bianca’s serious demeanour and the situation helped focus her mind.
Sammie lugged the case out of the boot and hurried to the house. Bianca was already inside.
“Wait in the hall!” Bianca shouted and continued speaking to someone in the kitchen.
Sammie waited. She pushed herself to be calm, emptying her mind. It was relaxing being swept along by events rather than driving, directing or fretting over them.
A burly sandy-haired man exited the kitchen with Bianca and went through to the lounge. Bianca motioned to Sammie so she left the case and followed. A smaller man was already there.
“An early arrival,” the burly man said with a soft burr.
A young woman in her mid-twenties was also there. Petite with short, light brownish, almost blonde hair. Her almond complexion was flawless, with green eyes and a broad smile. A silver half-crescent nose ring adorned her face. As she got closer, Sammie noticed it had ‘David’ engraved on it. The voice was cultured, “teaching online biology courses for mature students,” she heard the girl saying.
“Mistress Black,” the young woman turned to greet them, “I am so looking forward to you emceeing for us today.
Master of Ceremonies? Sammie wondered.
“Claire,” said Bianca embracing the young woman.
The small man said: “Robert,” and shook Bianca’s hand. He was nervous. “First timer,” he added unnecessarily.
“A generous benefactor looking to take a pet,” the burly man interjected. Robert nodded eagerly and addressed the burly man as ‘Dave’.
No one looked at Sammie or acknowledged her.
“Change upstairs, the bedroom on the left is yours, and the bathroom is straight ahead. Guests will be arriving shortly and will be going straight to the Arena,” said Dave.
Bianca nodded. “Take the case to the bedroom and wait there,” she said to Sammie.
“Yes, Miss Bianca,” as Sammie left, she heard Bianca say: “… My new attendant.”
Sammie waited for about 20 minutes. She sat quietly on the bed. The sound of car doors slamming and male voices drifted through the window then faded.
Bianca came in, opened the case and plucked out a Latex strapless cocktail dress and 4” inch black heels. Sammie helped her dress and admired her friend. Bianca was a stunning woman and sometimes Sammie felt dowdy by comparison.
“Put this on,” said Bianca, digging out a flimsy black bikini which was more string than fabric.
Sammie took the bikini, hesitating.
“Now,” ordered Bianca.
Standing, Sammie stripped off her top and jeans. They had changed together before, but the different dynamic made it slightly unsettling. As she unhooked her bra and slid down her panties, she felt Bianca’s gaze on her.
“Turn,” said Bianca.
Naked, Sammie did so, her cheeks flushing.
“Back facing me. Good,” Bianca pulled out some black platform stripper shoes with a 5″ heel. “Wear these.”
Sammie took the shoes and pulled on the bikini. It barely covered anything but did enough.
“We will be going through to the Arena. You will be the showgirl and you will carry the signs that indicate the round and the participants.
“Yes, Miss Bianca.”
“Now downstairs. Go.”
Sammie teetered downstairs, a knot in her stomach. They passed through the kitchen and out the back door, heading towards a large extended barn. Sammie saw two men entering. She shivered, feeling exposed in the bikini. There was a cold nip in the air.
To Sammie’s relief, the ‘barn’ was heated. Inside was a large, raised circular ring in the middle with 3 separate banks of terraced seating. A bar was situated to her left behind the seating and vending machines on the opposite side. One machine dispensed hot beverages, and the other contained packets of what, she assumed, were sweets or treats of some kind.
Beyond the seats facing Sammie, there was a wall with a single door to the right and double doors in the middle. She heard dogs barking excitedly. There were about twenty-five in the audience. All men, no, there was one woman. Sammie took half a step back. Mary Tolliver.
Bianca beckoned Sammie to her. “The cards are stacked near the coffee machine. Get over there and parade each one in order when I tell you. Understand?”
“Yes, Miss Bianca.” Walking to where the cards were stacked Sammie saw Mary looking at her but with no sign of recognition. Dave and Matt were carting what looked like a pommel horse with the front two legs shortened and an A-frame mounted at the back at an acute angle, so the two legs of the frame ran down the sides.
Sammie was absorbing the sound and sights when Bianca’s voice rang out over the sound system.
“Ladies and Gentlemen. Welcome to the Arena for today’s private event with a special thanks to our generous sponsors.”
Sammie saw Robert flush and acknowledge the applause along with three other men.
“Today’s event will include 4 rounds for your entertainment. Our Dogs today have been donated by Matt and David,” Dave was standing by the single door at the back alongside a black man. As both men acknowledged the audience’s applause, Bianca continued, “and a guest Dog donated by Mary.”
Smiling, Mary mouthed a ‘thank you’ at the applause.
“And last, but not least, we have Duke, Henry and Truck all eager to get going and Hercules, more placid, but just as keen.” There was a ripple of appreciation at this. “Finally, we have some new male dogs in training, and today we will see how well they perform in front of an excited audience. Our showgirl today is also new and is known as ‘girl’. So if girl is ready?” Bianca turned to Sammie, who was ready with the first sign. It read, ‘Dave and Dog No. 1’.
“Please welcome Dave and his Dog!” Bianca put in a little whoop at the end, clearly enjoying herself, as Sammie rushed into the arena and held up the sign for the audience.
“Parade up and down girl,” Bianca said sharply.
Sammie started, momentarily distracted by Dave leading Claire out on a leash. She was on all fours with what looked like black rubber slips on her hands and feet and black rubber straps around her knees. Her tongue was hanging out and her hair done into several bunches with pretty pink ribbons and a short bobbed matching pink ‘poodle tail’ in her ass. Covering her back was a pink coat with black trim and an open front exposing her breasts.
Smiling at the audience, Sammie began parading in front of them waving her sign and then scampering off at Bianca’s command.
“Would you like to introduce your Dog, David?” asked Bianca
“Thank you, Mistress Black. This is my main Dog. I purchased it four years ago. It is 26, fully trained in all manner of animal copulation. It is currently Truck’s mate and shares his bed. Its interests are teaching biological science, animal copulation and reading. Not necessarily in that order.”
“That’s great, David,” said Bianca, reaching down to allow Dog/Claire to sniff and lick her hand. Dog/Claire’s rear shimmied when Bianca patted her. “And who is your Dog to be coupled with today?”
“Hercules!” This was said with a wide smile.
“Truck will be put out, oh well, it’s a dog’s life, I guess – and I see girl has not announced the round or our main participant!” Bianca’s tone was acid.
Another voice penetrated Sammie’s frozen brain.
“I believe you are meant to strut that excellent ass for us and hold this.” Mary had come over and picked up the sign reading ‘Round 1 Hercules’. “It’s nice to see you again, Miss Beechum, even nicer to see more of you,” Mary added.
Sammie rushed into the arena, plastered a smile on her face, strutted up and down twice and fled to a few good-natured jeers.
“Apologies ladies and gentlemen. Good showgirls are hard to come by,” said Bianca to laughter. Sammie was a hot mix of embarrassment and fascinated horror at what was to come.
Dave led Dog/Claire to the structure in front of the audience. He patted the leather pommel and said: “Jump on Dog.”
Dog/Claire did so, lying on her front, her back ‘paws’ resting on two small struts a few inches off the floor, and her front ‘paws’ gripping the handles high up on the A-frame. Dave fastened restraints to her ankles and wrists.
“Now for the star of this round. Please welcome. Hercules!”
Matt came into the arena, leading a Shetland pony, flecked with sweat.
Oh, my dear, fucking god thought Sammie. The tension and excitement in the audience increased noticeably.
Oh, my fucking god, she thought again as she saw the size of his partially, no, fully erect, cock? It looked enormous. It looked obscene. Despite herself, Sammie moved forward for a better view.
A large screen flickered on the opposite wall to the audience, and Sammie saw from the feed that there were cameras on the underside of the pommel facing up.
Hercules whinnied impatiently.
“As you can see the other Dogs have been busy making sure Hercules is primed and pumped. Let’s hope he can find somewhere to fit that cock. Any suggestions?” Bianca added wickedly.
Dog/Claire woofed with excitement, her rear shimmying faster. Dave led the horse to the bound Dog/Claire where it sniffed her. A tarp of some de***********ion had been placed over Dog/Claire’s back, which was attached to an overhead pulley system. A harness sling thought Sammie.
Hercules reared up, his front hooves scrambling on the sides of the A-frame, and his chest partially resting on Dog/Claire’s rear. She gasped at the sudden weight. Dave assisted the pony forward, whose cock was now semophoring his intent. Matt activated the motorised harness winch, alleviating some of the weight on Dog/Claire.
Snickering and blowing through his nose, Hercules lurched forward on his back hooves attempting to mount the girl, his huge cock bending against the entrance to Dog/Claire’s pussy. She barked encouragement.
Swiftly Dave bent and helped force the huge cock into Dog/Claire’s cunt. There was a strangled cry from Dog/Claire, followed by a shriek as Hercules pushed his cock further into her.
Sammie’s first reaction was concern for the poor girl, no, Dog. Her second reaction in common with everyone else was to get a better look. Her eyes darted between the live-action and the angle on the wall screen which graphically caught the pony’s purple and white, dappled cock stretching Dog/Claire’s hole.
The structure buckled and shook as Hercules got into his stride. He pumped into the bound girl with quick, strong, thrusts forcing a high pitched scream from Dog/Claire. Whether her cries were from pain, excitement, or lust, Sammie had no idea. Maybe it was a combination of all three, she thought in wonder.
The audience was on its feet, the atmosphere now charged with a sexual energy that Sammie found herself reacting to, a heady cocktail of testosterone and pheromones seeping into her pores.
Mary pulled Sammie to the front, the odour of the pony was stronger, his cock streaked white as it impaled and ravaged the helpless girl. Sammie watched as Dog/Claire, her muscles like taut cables, shook and bucked against her restraints, Her shrieking howl getting louder each time Hercules penetrated deeper. It was a brutal assault, which ended abruptly after the pony made one final lunge and fluid suddenly backwashed out of Dog/Claire’s plugged hole.
Hercules was momentarily still, then made to try and dismount, his cock slipping out and flopping around as Dave and Matt guided the pony down. Sammie gasped as she saw the gaping obscenity that was Dog/Claire’s cunt. A cunt that was spewing horse semen like an angry wound.
“That Dog isn’t walking for a week after that,” said Mary, her cheeks flushed and eyes glistening. Sammie nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She was dimly aware of Mary’s hand fondling her ass, and instinctively pressed against it. The men in the audience were stroking themselves through their trousers, their eyes shot through with sexual excitement. The scene had only lasted a few minutes, but it had seemed to stretch on for an eternity. It had been the most intense and erotic eternity of Sammie’s life.
Hercules was led away. Dave loosened the restraints and Dog/Claire slid off the pommel, her body soaked in sweat and semen. Dave secured the leash on Dog/Claire as she lay trembling on the ground and chivvied her to move. Slowly she did, with a very human groan.
“Dave and Matt will now set up for the next round. In the meantime, there are refreshments at the bar, including fresh tea and coffee, and don’t forget you can buy a bag of pet treats for later. Dogs love treats.” Bianca announced.
“Lose the top, girl,” the man next to Sammie said, his tone brooking no argument. Sammie took off her top, ordinarily, she would have argued, but that was yesterday’s Sammie.
“Fetch me a G&T, no ice,” said Mary.
“Coffee. White, no sugar,” the man stated, as Sammie turned to him.
Obediently Sammie went to the bar, where most of the audience was congregating.
“Nice teats,” a man observed as Sammie slipped through the crowd.
“Make a good heifer, good hindquarters,” his companion agreed, eyeing Sammie. “How is your herd?” They moved away with their drinks.
“G&T no ice and a white coffee,” requested Sammie.
The barwoman, an elderly black woman with ‘Rosie on her name tag, smiled at her “You need to pay more attention, hun,” she said, as she mixed Mary’s drink and poured fresh coffee.
“Yes. I’m sorry about that.”
“Oh, no need to apologise to me, dear. Us subbie girls need to stick together. It can be hard otherwise.”
Sammie felt a stab of pleasure at being included as a subbie girl.
“Thank you,” replied Sammie, “you are very kind.”
“My pleasure dear,” Rosie put her hand on Sammie’s and gave her an affectionate squeeze. “Remember. Pay attention. Mistress Black can be a bit of a terror when she’s in a mood.”
“I will,” promised Sammie, collecting the drinks.
Mary and the man, John, Sammie later learnt, took their drinks and resumed their conversation. Sammie stood back and waited. After ten minutes, Bianca returned to the ring.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, if I could have your attention, the second round will commence in 5 minutes.”
There was a gradual drifting back to the seats as Sammie collected the empty coffee cup and glass.
“Wash them out and return them,” said John.
“The sink over there,” Mary added, sensing Sammie’s confusion.
Sammie did as she was ordered and scurried back to her position. Once again, there were a few jeers.
Bianca was starting her announcement: “Welcome to Round 2. Please give a warm welcome to Matt and his Dog!”
Matt entered to applause, with a black woman in her mid-thirties scampering on all fours alongside him. She had yellow paws, and her hair was close-cropped in a natural style. Her heavy breasts swung as she attempted to keep up with her Master. She was wearing a yellow jacket with black trim and sported a matching bobbed ‘poodle tail’ in her ass.
Sammie was strutting her stuff with her sign. Her exhibitionist streak was now kicking in. She was enjoying showing herself and the comments, which ordinarily would have incensed her for their derogatory and sexist nature, excited her in this hyper-charged atmosphere.
“Hi, Matt, what can you tell us about your Dog?” said Bianca.
“Well, as most of you know the Dog is also my wife and I share it with Duke and Henry, my two Dobermanns. Its interests, its only interest, is devoting itself to me. Previously it was a heifer but was unable to breed, whereupon I purchased and married it.”
“You rescued an unwanted heifer? So is it fair to say you are a romantic then, Matt?”
“I am a bit of a softy,” he smirked.
Bianca smiled “That’s nice to hear. Tell me, is there a reason why your Dog is lapping at my heels?”
“Habit and because it has good taste,” laughed Matt.
“Thank you, Matt. That was very kind of you to say. Shall we bring in Duke and Henry?”
There was a roar of approval from the audience.
“And do we want the showgirl to lose her bikini bottoms?” went on Bianca, “I mean, she has got her tits out.”
Another roar and more laughter as Sammie stepped out of her bikini bottoms and picked up her sign saying ‘Round 2 Duke and Henry’. She was in the ring and giving it all she had as Bianca announced the participants.
Two large Dobermanns ran in, bright and eager, but stopped immediately on Matt’s hand signal. Dog/Yvonne woofed excitedly and wriggled her rear at the male dogs. Her scent and posture were familiar to them, and their arousal was a mixture of habit and training.
Dog/Yvonne scampered off, and on Matt’s signal, Duke and Henry bounded after her. Expertly they trapped and corralled Dog/Yvonne. Growling and nipping, they nudged her into position until she rolled over in submission and took one of the dog cocks in her mouth. Her sucking was loud and enthusiastic. Again Sammie was transfixed by the spectacle, her hand unconsciously rubbing herself. She wasn’t the only one, John was openly playing with his cock next to her, his eyes fixed on Dog/Yvonne.
“Subs don’t pleasure themselves in the presence of Doms without permission,” said Mary, looking at where Sammie’s hand was. Mary’s hand was inside the zipper of her trouser suit.
Sammie jerked her hand away and then caught Mary smiling. “It’s okay,” said Mary, “although that cock next to you does need attention.”
Sammie looked down at John’s cock protruding from his trousers. Hesitantly, she reached out and touched him. He grunted, allowing Sammie to masturbate him. It felt warm and hard to her touch. Sammie glanced questioningly at Mary, who nodded. Smiling, Sammie slid her hand into Mary’s trousers and gently rubbed the older woman’s pussy. Mary’s hand caressed Sammie’s ass in return.
Dog/Yvonne was now on all fours and presenting herself to Duke and Henry. Duke had seniority, and after inhaling and licking her sex, he mounted Dog/Yvonne. Sammie gazed in fascination at the size and girth of the Dobermanns cock, noting for the first time that the dogs, like Dog/Yvonne, had their paws clad.
Duke’s angry red staff jabbed at Dog/Yvonne, a small ball growing at the base, or so it seemed to Sammie. Dog/Yvonne woofed and snickered her appreciation as Duke entered and began to copulate with her. Sammie had never seen such quick, rapid-fire motions and Dog/Yvonne keened in appreciation as Duke slammed into her pussy.
The audience sighed when they saw Duke hadn’t knotted with Dog/Yvonne, the male dog’s semen largely washing over the back of Dog/Yvonne’s legs and the floor. Duke seemed to lose interest and prowled around her as Henry took his turn.
“That could have been better,” observed Mary.
“Yeah,” said John, “Let’s hope Henry makes a better job of it.”
Henry did, mounting Dog/Yvonne hard and fast. Like Duke, he went into rapid-fire mode, gripping her tightly with his front paws. She was slick with dog cum, and her pussy was more open after Duke’s efforts, allowing Henry’s tennis ball sized knot to wedge itself into Dog/Yvonne’s cunt.
The audience stirred approvingly and Sammie watched as the wall screen flashed up different angles. There was a close up on the black woman’s face as Henry, sensing the opportunity, began ramming his knot harder and deeper before joining.
Dog/Yvonne’s face had a look of pure bliss, her eyes rolling up as Henry pumped dog seed into her Dog cunt. The intense look of sheer ecstasy on the woman’s face left Sammie, wide-eyed and awed. She couldn’t imagine experiencing that intensity, that level of pleasure. At that moment Sammie envied her.
Henry remained attached to Dog/Yvonne for over five minutes. Duke was lying beside Dog/Yvonne, one leg in the air, his cock in her mouth. Duke stretched languidly as she pleasured his member. Eventually Henry’s cock slipped out and he wandered off, a cocktail of dog cum and sex juice flooding from Dog/Yvonne’s cunt. The audience signalled its appreciation with applause.
John removed Sammie’s hand, his cock twitching. “Not yet,” he said. Mary too disengaged from Sammie. Dutifully Sammie stepped back as the audience settled down, discussing at length the last coupling, with Duke receiving some negative reviews.
There were puddles of human and canine sex juice on the ring floor, and Bianca carefully picked her way through them.
“Ladies and Gentlemen. A round of applause for Henry,” she waited for the applause to die down, “and better luck next time Duke,” Bianca added to laughter. Matt looked a bit pissed. “The next round will be in 20 minutes.”
Sammie spent the time fetching and carrying drinks, accepting the lewd comments with good grace and trying not to get groped too much.
Rosie smiled as Sammie approached for the third time. “Much better, dear. I was rooting for you,” she said.
“Thanks,” replied Sammie, giving Rosie new orders.
“What did you think of Yvonne, Duke and Henry?”
“Very erotic, as is the atmosphere. Do you know Dog? I mean Yvonne?”
“She’s my daughter in law,” replied Rosie.
That would make Matt her son, Sammie thought as she carried the drinks back. She shook her head. Could her day get any weirder?
Bianca called for attention with a few minutes to go. Waiting for the audience to settle, she began: “So now the wild card event with our guest Dog brought to you by Mary along with Duke and Henry and for the first time Truck!”
The three dogs, two Dobermanns and a heavy set, grey Bone-mouth, bounded in. From the crowd reaction to the Bone-mouth, Sammie guessed Truck had a fan club.
“Fucking hell!” exclaimed Sammie.
“Yes, I thought you might like this part,” said Mary.
Shuffling along on black rubber paws was an unhappy looking Chris May.
“So it’s Round 3 and who will be the first to fuck the guest Dog? Place your bets – and where is that fucking girl!”
Jolted out of her surprise, and a certain malicious pleasure, at the prospect of Chris getting gang-banged by a pack of dogs, Sammie hurried into the ring, then ran straight back out again to pick up the right sign.
The audience voiced their strong opinion as a flustered Sammie rushed back in.
“Well, get parading girl,” ordered Bianca, stepping out of the ring as Duke and Henry expertly corralled Chris, with Truck lapping up some sex juice nearby.
Sammie duly got parading, wriggling her naked ass at the crowd and savouring the masochistic pleasure she got from the catcalls and jeers. Sammie and the crowd were enjoying themselves.
A heavy body jolted against Sammie, and she let out a small shriek as a warm, wet tongue slid between her legs from behind. At that moment, one of her stripper shoes stepped in a puddle of dog semen, and she crashed to the ground.
The audience cheered, especially since Duke had now mounted Chris and was going like a steam piston. Duke obviously felt he had let the side down in round 2.
Sammie pulled a face at slipping in dog cum and got to her knees, which was all the cue the Bone-mouth needed. Rearing up Truck pushed Sammie down, her knees slid outwards in the cum, opening herself up perfectly to Truck’s weapon of choice. It hit home with precision.
Panicking, Sammie felt her pussy stretch as a monster invaded her. She tried to get up and throw the male dog off, but her purchase was poor, and Truck was too heavy. His dead weight was like a blanket that trapped and subdued her. Satisfied that he had secured his new bitch, Truck began fucking Sammie with a force and intensity that made her scream, a scream that morphed from panic, into fear, and then into growing arousal as the cries of the cheering crowd celebrated her rape.
The huge intrusion which speared her brought a level of sensation and sexual pleasure Sammie never knew existed or even could exist. Sammie now knew what Dog/Yvonne had experienced. The ferocity, the animalistic fucking, the feel of Truck’s expanding knot forcing itself deeper into Sammie’s cunt, all this triggered a basic, primal response, a guttural lust that swamped her mind and reduced her to the level of a rutting beast.
Then, at that precise moment, Sammie felt her insides being sealed and then stretched to a point where she feared she would rupture. Sammie shrieked, then shrieked again as a warm ‘thwump’ erupted inside her. It was like being attached to a pressure hose as a jet of hot semen began flooding her pussy and womb. For a brief, wild moment Sammie wondered if she was drowning from the inside out.
Sammie’s orgasm came in vivid bright colours that swirled around her and made her feel dizzy, her head throbbing from its intensity. It was the most incredible orgasm of her life. The second and third orgasms were nearly as good. If there had been a moon, Sammie would have howled at it.
The eruptions within her slowly subsided and she lay still. Dimly Sammie became conscious of her surroundings but was too spent to move, too overwhelmed to think. She heard a male voice saying ‘good dog’ and briefly wondered who he was talking to. She heard Bianca’s voice and then Dave’s and Matt’s. There seemed to be a discussion going on, for how long Sammie didn’t know. The concept of time eluded her. With sorrow, she felt Truck’s comforting weight finally slide off, and as never-ending wetness cascaded down the back of her trembling legs, Sammie silently wept at her loss.
A collar was put around Sammie’s neck, and Bianca tugged on the leash with an authoritative: “Come.”
To a standing ovation from the audience, a dazed Sammie crawled after her friend. They went through the door at the back and into a holding room with a row of cages on one side and iron rings with chains on the other. Dog/Claire and Dog/Yvonne were chained to separate rings and curled up on dog beds. They both looked up and woofed softly as Sammie crawled in. Dave moved Dog/Claire to the next bed along, and Bianca led Sammie to the warm, vacated bed in the middle.
Dog/Yvonne and Dog/Claire milled around excitedly, both licking and sniffing Sammie’s face and rear. It felt nice.
“Show is still on,” said Dave. Bianca hesitated, then followed him back to the arena.
Sammie lay there quietly, the attention of the other two Dogs was soothing. The experience had been more than sexual. Her orgasm had come from an untapped, emotional core whose existence was a revelation. Its after-effects were still reverberating in Sammie’s head.
Quick footsteps and Rosie appeared. “Oh, there you are, dear, ” she knelt stiffly. “Not getting any younger,” she sighed to herself and stroked Sammie’s hair. “What an experience for you, and with no warning or preparation,” Rosie went on, sounding envious.
Sammie was enjoying having her hair stroked. Yvonne was burying her tongue into Sammie’s pussy, intent on getting at the dog semen still leaking from her. Dog/Claire snickered a protest. Instinctively Sammie shuffled round to allow Dog/Claire access. Dog/Yvonne’s growling was partly mollified by Sammie licking her face, their tongues caressing and finding each other.
“Good Doggies,” said Rosie, patting Sammie on her rear. “You’ve been collared and leashed to Mistress Black, dear” Rosie quickly explained. “After mating with Truck there was no other choice, but it is only a temporary collar. Oh, you mustn’t talk while collared okay?”
Sammie was still floating on an endorphin high but managed a quick woof in acknowledgement. She began lapping at Dog/Yvonne’s cunt, tasting a heady cocktail of female and dog sex juices, a taste that delighted and thrilled her.
“They’re coming back. Good luck and remember, whatever you decide from here on in, go with your heart and your pussy,” Rosie kissed Sammie and quickly left.
Mary was walking back with a battered and exhausted looking Chris on a leash, and tied her next to Dog/Yvonne. Chris curled up into a ball, refusing Dog/Yvonne’s friendly greeting.
Mary patted Sammie on the head, “most entertaining watching you get flattened and then fucked senseless by the Bone-mouth. You will make an excellent Dog. I may even make Mistress Black an offer.”
Sammie wriggled her rear and licked Mary’s hand.
“The Dog isn’t for sale,” Bianca said firmly. She had caught Mary’s last words.
“That’s a pity. If you ever change your mind, let me know.” Mary turned to Dave, “you can keep my Dog here for the day. Max will collect it at 7. Hose it down 30 minutes beforehand. Bill me for any treats you give it.”
Dave glanced down at the shivering Chris. “Treats and training are on the house. Your firm has always been generous to our movement. Is it trained?”
“Trained? It’s barely sentient.”
They drifted off with Dog/Claire following obediently behind. Matt was stroking Dog/Yvonne, who nuzzled him in return. He glanced at Sammie and then Bianca. “Well?” he asked.
“Give me a minute,” replied Bianca. She waited until Matt had led Dog/Yvonne away and then knelt beside Sammie.
“Okay, first, sorry how that turned out. I didn’t mean for that to happen, but,” she waved her hand, “damn it, Sammie! Look at the way you were with the audience and how you reacted to Truck fucking you. I mean, well, it was hot.” Bianca shook her head in admiration, lost for words.
Sammie licked Bianca’s hand. “Anyway I’m pleased you are okay,” smiled Bianca. “Now comes the choice. Option one. Matt has offered to transport you back to his place with Dog, Duke and Henry. He will outfit you with accessories for your paws, and a collar and lead. You will be my Dog and have a temporary half-crescent nose ring inserted, Rosie will do the piercing. I will have the right to trade, sell and mate you. Which means you have to trust me unreservedly to look after you. Understand? Lick if you do.”
Again, Sammie licked Bianca’s hand.
“The second option is that after the show I take this collar and leash off, we get in the car and you return to being Sammie as if nothing happened. Return to your old life, our old life. If you choose not to return then I promise I will make this new commitment with you,” she stopped and looked back to the arena, “I have to host the last round. When I come back you can give me your answer.”
Sammie watched as her friend walked away. Settling on the dog bed, she winced a little, her pussy protesting from the effects of the joining. The high from the event and the coupling with Truck were beginning to fade. But the contentment she had felt in allowing others to control and dictate events, remained, and then there was the sex. The mating with Truck, the joining, the simple, raw, uncomplicated animal pleasure. If she went back to her normal life, to being Sammie, she knew she would never experience it again. She would never let herself. It was all or nothing with Sammie.
Did she trust Bianca? Trust her friend with her fate, her destiny? A destiny that she had always rigidly controlled? She didn’t really want to think about it. Sammie was tired of thinking and she was tired of suppressing the submissive within her.
The minutes ticked by. Sammie could hear the cheers from the audience and idly wondered what was happening but didn’t feel any urge to find out. Her pussy had settled into a pleasant ache, a welcome reminder of the afternoon. She eventually drifted into a light doze, a contented smile on her face.
It was another 30 minutes before Bianca came back. Matt remained at a respectful distance with Dog/Yvonne at his heel and carrying a chew toy in her mouth. “Hey, sleepyhead,” Bianca knelt beside Sammie, her hand on the collar, ready to undo it. “Well?” Bianca asked softly.
In Sammie’s heart, she knew there was only one answer. She shook off Bianca’s hand and looked up at her new Mistress.
Sammie woofed.