I wrote this story so long agin but I still think it's cute.
Email to David:
I got an email from this nice older man on alt who I have emailed a few times; not to play though because he wants slaves and stuff and that's not my thing. But he is nice enough so I reply and well anyway: he just wrote to me and said " I'm training a new male house slave, it might be something you would like to see?" How about that! I would indeed like to see it, but only with you there of course. I'd only want to see it so you and I could talk about it and stuff. It got me thinking of a little story and I'll tell it to you now. It's only short. I hope you like it. (It's kind of a slavegirl with a bit of puppy talk throw in ;)
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You pick me up to take me Mr Peter's house and I'm not behaving quite as you think a junior slavegirl in training should be but you let it slide. Today will be my first foray into the public world as your 'pet' and you know I'm just nervous. You chose me out of a handful of little girls who were aching, inside and out, to be owned. They wanted deeply to be taken care of and used by a sweet Master who would raise them up into lovely, strong, obedient slave girls. You picked me out of the litter because you liked my shiny brown coat and my lustrous black hair. Sometimes, like now, you wonder if you made the right choice choosing one with so much spirit and bite, who needs constant supervision and correction. But you just pull up my skirt and glance down at my warm brown thighs, a perfect contrast against the white cotton panties you made me wear. Then you remember how much fun I am to push around and how when I am properly submissive, I become as soft and pliable as a jellyfish. Your little jelly girl.
We arrive and I'm practically bouncing up and down beside you so you take my hand. I calm down a little and nuzzle my face against your arm.
"Am I a good girl?" I ask, looking up at you with big earnest eyes."Yes, Lolli, you're good," you reply generously, not so much because you think I have been good but because you want to avoid the fuss I'll make if you say 'not really'. We make it to the front door and you press the bell. A female maid answers and shows us through to the living room where Mr Peter is. You step forward to introduce yourself but are cut off by me who has rushed ahead as soon as I saw our host, wanting to meet him.
"Lolli!," you growl quietly and take my left ear and twist it so as to pull me backward and stand me behind you. "YOU, stand there," you order at me. Seeing the guilt on my face you doubt you'll ever have to tell me that again. You turn your attention to Mr Peter and you shake hands and exchange pleasantries.
He invites us to take a seat on the lounge and he'll bring out the entertainment. You walk over to the lounge with me lagging behind and you take a seat. I follow suit placing my bottom squarely on you right thigh and leaning back into you as comfortably as if you were my lounge chair. You roll your eyes and pinch my soft inner thigh whispering on my ear to ''You sit at my feet. Where you belong.'' I nod and quietly slip off your lap and take the kneeling position you have taught me. You show you approve by running your hand through my hair and kneading my scalp gently, I let out a moan and let my head loll around a bit as you massage me.
The show begins and Mr Peter brings out a hot young male specimen wearing a little black and white apron around his waist. He is tanned and muscly and for his first trick Mr Peter has him bed over a high table and then proceeds to spread his ass cheeks and lube his anus up with messy Vaseline. He then takes a feather duster with a slick, tapered, wooden handle and bright aqua feathers on the end, and inserts it into the boy-maid's ass hole. He is then required to dust serveral items set up on a small bench, without knocking anyway down or damaging them. The games like this continue with the slave sometimes doing very well at his tasks and other times not so well, those incidents earning his a strapping with a a big black strap on his firm rear end.
Mr Peter advises us that there will be a short intermission and that we can come out to the patio for refreshments in a few minutes. He leaves the room and when he does I hear you say from over my shoulder, "Lolli, put your nose to the ground and your bottom in the air." I hesitate only a second trying to think what you mean and then quickly assume the position. I'm wearing a loose short skirt and it flips down onto my back and my bottom faces you head on. You lean forward to inspect me and pull the panties over my round, blossoming bottom cheeks and then further down my thighs to my knees where you let them hang. When you do this my pussy pops out, loud and proud and dripping with the moisture you expected to find.
"WET," you call out as you bring your hand down with force on my wet nakedness and it rings out loud with the sound of the slap.
"OW!!" I moan, the smack catching me completely off guard as I had my nose and face facing the floor.
You motion for the maid to go and get you something from the kitchen and while she does you help me up and stand me in from of you. You help me out of my panties and then lead me to the couch and lay me down on it, belly up. You let me bend my knees and sit comfortably till the maid arrives carrying a wide wooden spoon. My eyes bulge and who smirk when you see this and then tell me to get my legs up. You chose this position because you want to see my little face crumple up in a cry as you paddle my soft wet pussy. You take the spoon and waste no time landing 5 sharp shots on my tenderest of regions in a few seconds. You follow this up with a nice scolding.
"That's what you get for being such a horny little slut. What kind of girls gets aroused so quickly when watching a show like that? And the smell?! I bet the boy-maid in the other room has picked up the scent from this little pussy!" Picking up the spoon again you deliver your last five blows punctuated by the words "You- are- a very-dirty- girl!"
I groan and wriggle and cry try to hold back my cries of "No", because a good slave girl takes her punishments well and is always very grateful for the lesson.
You take a Kleenex from a box on the coffee table and wipe down my redden wet bits. Then you lean over and push the dirty Kleenex in my mouth and kiss me gently on the forehead. "Now go stand in the corner for a little while, I'll come and get you before the show begins again."
Before you leave you remove my skirt so I am naked from the waist down except for my shoes. You pat my bottom gently suggesting I assume the position at the wall. You can see I have a question and you remove the Kleenex so I can ask softly, "But what about the refreshments?"
"You won't get any of those today. Now go and stand in your corner." You finish the conversation with " And don't forget this," pushing the soggy tissue back in my poor little mouth.
The End.
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