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 Keeping my eyes closed, I sit on the edge of the chair.  I feel something
cool slide around my throat, settling into place.  A few tugs and I realize
it's not coming off.  Then there's a sharp metallic click.  You tell me to
keep my eyes closed but help me to stand.  Slowly unbuttoning my blouse and
slide it free of my body.  Then unzipping and tugging my trousers off my
hips and away.  Then you tell me to open my eyes, at the same time you tug
sharply down and the leash (now attached to a collar I wear) pulls me to my
knees on the floor before I can focus.  The air is chill against my skin as
you left me in just a black satin bra and boy-cut panty set.  Another tug
has me on my hands and knees.  You shorten the leash and use it to pull my
chin up so I'm looking at you.  "Very nice form pet," you say and you lean
down and run a hand over the top of my head, sliding it down my back and
over my ass, your fingers brushing against the damp material over my lips.

   With a gleam in your eyes, you begin to walk me around your apartment,
making me crawl on all fours the entire time.  You start to lay down rules.
I have to ask for water and food, I have to ask to use the washroom, I must
sleep curled up on a mattress on the floor in your room unless you tell me
otherwise, I must at all times be wearing no more than what I have on now
unless you say so and I cannot take my collar off - only you can, I must
sit on the floor (again at your whim) and I must do as I'm told without
question <i>unless</i> it terrifies me.  You bring me back to the living
room and move me in front of your pc.  You've moved your webcam to eye
level for me when I'm kneeling on the floor and you switch it on.  Logging
into a chat room you load the link for your webcam and let the room see me.

   You move me back a bit and have me turn around to show off, using the
leash as a guide.  You give me commands like "Wiggle your ass", "Beg",
"Roll over".  You lead me back to my "sitting pretty" position and ask
people in the chat room what they'd like to see, explaining that I'm a new
pet so I'm being trained slowly.  Several of them want to see me suck your
cock.  So you unzip your trousers and push your pants down and order me to
suck on your cock while they all watch.  You pull me closer and fist your
hand in my hair, pushing my head down onto your cock.  My mouth opens and
swallows your length slowly.  Tongue licking over the length as your head
teases and pushes against my lips.  You pick the cam up and bring it
closer, letting them see my face and mouth in more detail as your cock
fills my mouth.  You pull on my hair, holding my head back and order me to
open my mouth wide.  As I do, you place your cock just against my lips and
order me to lick your head slowly.  Knowing several people are watching I
do as I'm told.  My tongue brushes the underside of your head and you
thrust all of your cock into my mouth at once.  Putting the camera back
down, both hands go back to my hair and you hold my head steady and you
start to fuck my mouth, having me swallow and suck every thrust.  Your cock
swells against my tongue and you grunt and moan as you cum, ordering me to
swallow.  Slowly you pull back a bit at a time, having me lick and suck
your cock clean inch by inch as you slip from my mouth.  You keep the
camera trained on me as I lick my lips cleaner and your hand strokes my
hair.  I nuzzle against your hand and leg like the pet I am for you.

   You start to read the lines from the chatroom and praise me for
performing so well.  You turn the cam off and let the room know you're sure
we'll be back later.  Taking my leash you start to walk to the bedroom. 
Having no choice, I crawl behind you.  You order me to sit just outside and
I wait, my leash tied to the door opposite me.  The shuffling and scuffling
noises go on for a few moments and then you come out and free me, tugging
on my leash to get me to move again.  Inside you've put a mattress, pillows
and blankets on the floor.  You walk me to it and have me crawl up on to it
and curl up.  When you're certain I'm as comfortable as I'll get, you
remove the leash and take a pair of leather cuffs and place them on my
wrists.  Using a short chain and clip, you attach the cuffs to each other
and then to my collar, binding my arms over my chest effectively.  "I won't
tie your leash up while you nap, but be a good girl and stay," you whisper
to me.  You tuck the blankets around me and leave me on my bed.  You walk
away and come back a few moments later with a black sleeping mask and put
it over my eyes, stroking my hair gently so I relax.

   When I next come to myself, it's to the feel of several hands on my
body, a mouth on my breast and a dildo in my pussy.  A finger strums over
my clit as I moan loudly.  One hand leaves my body and the dildo starts to
stroke in and out of my pussy.  Angled upward a little to brush my G-spot
and make me whimper.  The mouth on my breast tightens as it suckles, biting
down softly before switching and giving the same attention to the other. 
My body shudders and writhes on my bed, my hands still bound over my chest
to my collar.  My fingers grasping at air as I mewl softly.  The unseen
people and hands stroking my body makes me flush.  My pussy throbs around
the toy, whoever holds it can feel the pulse through it.  My whole body
arches taut with longing and need but your voice comes softly, "Beg for it
pet, beg and we might let you cum." I whimper and almost sob out my plea,
"please Master, please let you pet cum, make your pet feel good.  Your pet
wants to cum Master, please let this pet cum!" Over and over, the litany
changing slighty with each repetition.  What feels like hours passes but is
really barely moments and finally you tell me to cum.  The fingers on my
clit move fast and hard, the dildo plunges in and out of my cunt.  The
mouth on my breast sucks harder and fingers pinch at the nipple left bare
on the other.  Cum I do, wet and hard, screaming and shaking under and
against you.  As my orgasm starts to subside, all the hands, the mouth and
the dildo are pulled from my body and I'm left shaking in pleasure on the
floor.

   Whimpering softly, I call out to you.  "Master, Master I must use the
washroom." Chuckling softly you come to me, release my cuffs from my collar
and re-leash me.  Holding my chin up, you ask "Was that so hard to do pet?"
and I nod, knowing you'll understand how difficult it can be.  You take off
my blindfold and walk me to the washroom, allowing me to stand for this one
task.  Quickly, trying not to displease you, I go about my business,
cleaning myself up in the process.  I open the door again and drop
immediately to my knees and then to all fours, holding my head up for your
leash.  You clip it back to my neck and then drop to your own knees and hug
me tight before standing again.  And I know, I know how happy you are, how
pleased.

   You walk me to the living room and have me kneel at the coffee table. 
You've prepared dinner at some point and our plates are on the table.  The
extra hands are solved as another woman sits on the couch.  She's already
eating her dinner.  You walk me to mine, the plate full of cut food but no
cutlery.  You tie my leash to the table leg and tell me to eat, but every
time I drop something or use my hands I will be punished.  The plate has
been placed just far enough away for it to be difficult for me, but I try.
Struggling, I lean forward and pick up the first mouthful and promptly drop
it to the table.  The position I'm in to reach for the food leaves my ass
raised and you slap it, making me gasp, whimper and start all at once.  I
try again, slowly, taking my time and managing to get the food to my mouth.
Eating this way means I'm finished much farther behind you both but I
finish it all without needing punishment for dropping my food again.  When
I've licked my plate clean as per your instructions, you order me to put my
head on the floor but leave my ass in the air.  With that, you pick up a
paddle, lightly padded and tell me to count off each stroke and thank you.
I whimper and you tell me I'm being punished for being too slow.  I count
each hit of the paddle on my ass out loud.  Each count followed by thanking
you.  Never has this been done to me and I'm shaking, from both arousal and
mild pain.  "Twelve, thank you Master." and you stop.

   You and the other woman leave the room, I can hear you telling her
goodnight and thanks for her help.  You come back and untie my leash,
helping me to sit up and slowly wiping my face clean.  You bring me closer
and hug me tight, telling me how wonderful I was, how much you enjoyed it
and how well I did.  I slip my arms around you and nuzzles against you. 
You kiss me softly and tell me that tonight I'll sleep in your bed.