His instructions were very specific, and they terrified her and excited her at the same time. Her hands trembled as she read the note over again for the third time, hanging onto every letter, making sure she understood every last detail written on the page.
My dearest pet,
You are to wear the fishnets and panties I have provided. I want to show off my property tonight, so choose a pair of heels that will best do that for me. You will not be wearing a bra or a top, and I don’t expect I’ll hear any complaints about that. I want you to wear your hair pulled up on the top of your head, and you are to wrap this tape around your face three times, covering only your mouth. I want to see the desperation in your eyes tonight, pet, but I don’t want to hear you scream. I’ll be by to pick you up at 8 o’clock and I expect you to be ready.
Be a good girl for me.
Pet sighed as she tossed the note on the bathroom vanity and looked into the mirror. She couldn’t imagine what He had planned for tonight, but she could already feel the dampness seeping out of her, slickening the inside of her thighs. At least she would be allowed to wear panties. She fingered the roll of pink tape, shiny like duct tape and wondered how it would feel on her skin, how it would feel to be silenced.
She enjoyed the process of getting ready for Him, taking pains to meet His expectations, making every bit of herself available for His use. She tied her hair up into a knot on the top of her head, a rounded handle to be grabbed. She carefully applied her makeup, highlighting her eyes with smoldering shades because she thought a dramatic look would better exhibit their expression. She painted her long nails a pale pink to match the color of the tape she would use to mute herself. She dressed as instructed, wondering what He had planned for her top half, worried she might be exposed in public without a voice.
Pet wrapped the tape around her face carefully counting the rotations as she completed them as three layers of pink covered her lips. Her wide eyes stared back at her in the mirror, and her cunt pulsed. The tape over her mouth reduced her to something to be displayed and admired, something that couldn’t talk back, an object.
Pet took one last look in the mirror before she went to the mat by the front door to wait for her master, eyes down, legs spread, hands behind her back, waiting for inspection. Her steady heartbeat quickened when she heard his car pull into the driveway, and she quickly straightened and tensed, perfecting her readied position. A key turned the lock and she held her breath.
She could hear His footsteps and the sound of His keys dropping onto the table by the door, but He didn’t say anything. She could see His polished shoes as He walked around her, slowly examining His property, building the excitement inside her.
“You look absolutely stunning, pet!” He exclaimed as He gripped her bare shoulders and kissed her taped mouth. “You’ve done an excellent job following my instructions”.
He reached under her chin and pulled her face up to look at His. He was beaming down at her, His smile crinkling the corners of His kind eyes. Pet wanted melt into Him, feeling His pride reach deep down inside her, all the way down into her cunt. She wanted to thank her master but didn’t know how without being able to speak, so she just curled into His chest, bumping her head against His shoulder like a good pet. Master wrapped her in His strong arms and stroked her head, whispering compliments into her ear. Pet whimpered and sighed as He warmed her with kind words and soft touches.
“Pet, I want you to look at me” He held her at arms length once again, looking into her eyes with concern. “Tonight won’t be easy for you. You won’t be able to speak, so I need to know now that you’re okay”.
Pet nodded at Him and squeezed His hands to affirm. Master placed a small pink marble in her hand.
“If at any point tonight you feel the need to safeword, I want you to drop this marble on the floor and it will all stop immediately. I will be by your side the entire night to keep you safe. I won’t leave you, understand?”
Pet nodded again, feeling relieved that He had thought this through. She was determined to makeHim proud of her.
“Alright then, let’s put your collar on, and I have a little present for you too!”
He buckled her collar on and reached into His pocket for a small black box, opening it to reveal what looked like a necklace, layers of delicate chain adorned with pink gemstones, but instead of a clasp. there was a silver spiral at each end.
“These attach to your nipples, pet” her Master gestured to the pieces at the end as He fastened them to each hardened bud. The delicate adornment hung between her breasts and shimmied and glimmered as she moved. It was quite beautiful and she found herself standing straighter and swaying as she walked to make the jewels dance with her movements. She looked up at her Master and smiled through the pink tape, her face contorting awkwardly.
Master laughed, “You are so beautiful, pet, but I wouldn’t smile too much tonight. It looks a little funny” He patted her on the cheek.
“It’s time to go” Master grabbed their things and took her by the arm leading her down to the waiting car.
Pet squirmed as they drove in silence, the nervous anticipation building up, making her horny. She was glad to be wearing panties or she might make a mess on the seat of His car. Master put His hand on her thigh as he drove to help steady her, but then He dipped His hand between her legs and rubbed the wet crotch of her panties.
“You’re soaking wet, little slut! Are you ready for what is about to happen to you?” He teased her, intensifying her nerves, heightening her arousal.
They pulled up to a dark building; a red door lit by a single overhead light was the only fenestration on its stoic façade. She looked at Master questioningly, pleading, but He just put his hand to her lips and shook His head. She wasn’t able to ask the many questions she wanted to, so she just gripped the marble tighter in her hand, it was her escape route should she need it. Master attached a chained leash to her collar and led his pet inside, down a dark corridor lined with beautiful foiled wallpaper patterned in reds and golds. They came to a security checkpoint guarded by a bulldog of a man who recognized Master at once and hurriedly ushered them through a set of double doors, bowing to Master as they passed.
The room was dimly lit with candles with a small bar to one side and a stage in the middle, occupied by a solitary wingback chair, eerily illuminated by a single spotlight. It reminded her of a swanky jazz club, all the tables in the room faced the stage. There was music coming from unseen speakers, and she wondered if they were here to see a concert. Pet did not see an open seat in the entire room, and she craned her neck around looking, wondering where they were going to sit, but Master walked confidently forward towards the stage, leading her behind him and sat down in the plush chair, motioning for her to stand beside him. She didn’t know what to do, so she stood ready for inspection as Master had taught her, eyes down, legs spread, hands behind her back. A server promptly brought him a drink, but He did not order anything for his gagged pet.
Her face was red with shame, but the flush that crept down her chest was a different type of heat. Her cunt was throbbing and fluttering so hard she thought the people sitting below could see it. She was so scared, she thought she might start to cry right there in front of everyone. She looked at Him with pleading eyes, but she saw that He wanted her to be strong, so she returned her gaze to the floor and clutched the marble even tighter in her hand, its weight giving her a small sense of security.
She heard the creaking of wood as a man climbed onto the stage, the sound of his footsteps reverberating around the stage as his shined shoes came closer to her.
“You have a lovely pet, Sir. May I touch?” his voice was high and nasally, making pet cringe involuntarily.
Pet flinched slightly as the man reached out and touched her waist, rubbing her soft skin. Then he moved in closer, running his hand behind her, grabbing her ass and bending to lick the tip of her nipple, her new jewelry rippling with a shimmer in the bright light. She moaned at the intrusion, and her cunt, betraying her true feelings, flooded and throbbed once again.
The man produced a large gilded knife from inside his coat pocket, holding it up presenting it to the audience, “It is time for the unveiling!” he shouted, and a boisterous applause erupted from the faceless crowd.
He touched the blade to her belly, and pet’s stomach turned thinking the worst. She gasped as he deftly sliced the blade through the fabric of her panties, destroying the band of her fishnets in its wake. The audience cried out their appreciation, and a sigh of relief burst through her lips, until she realized she was fully exposed to them. She searched for Master’s eyes, but He was looking at his admirers, a proud smile on His face. She resigned her self, steadied her breathing and focused on the intense physical and emotional sensations. The man reached through the shredded satin and swiped his fingers between her soaking wet folds. He held his hand up for all to see, glistening in the bright lights with her slickness. She dropped her chin wanting to hide from all the glittering eyes in the room, but her humiliation was stamped on her face. She rolled the marble in her hand, wondering if she could endure what was to come. Pet realized that she wouldn’t have to endure, she was actually enjoying this. The humiliation, the exhibitionism, submitting to strangers, collared and leashed with her voice taken from her, all combined they created her perfect fantasy.
One by one, the crowd came up onto the stage and touched her. Some were gentle and polite, choosing only to kiss her cheek or grab her hand in encouragement. Some were vile, one woman shoved her fingers into pet’s cunt and then reached back and inserted a finger into her anus, sneering at the girl as she struggled against the intrusion. Most chose to rub her pussy and clit, spreading her leaking juices all around her labia and into the curls on her mound. Some pinched her nipples or scratched down her torso. Some only touched her for a few seconds, leaving her wanting more. Many lingered, rubbing her clit furiously until she humped their hands and shuddered in climax. She no longer cared that she was a needy slut, rubbing herself on the hands of strangers, seeking release on their probing fingers. Pet lost count of how many orgasms she had, and towards the end of the night, her knees began to feel weak. Many times she looked to Master for encouragement, but he was engaged in greeting the line of visitors, shaking hands and bobbing His head at all of the compliments given to Him.
When it was finally over, pet was exhausted. Her feet were sore, her back was tired, and her clit felt raw and used, her cunt sore from all the intrusions. The audience had returned to their seats, and Master took her in His arms and led her back down the stairs to the double doors, the remnants of her clothing flapping as she stumbled towards the exit. As they made their way down the long hallway to the front door, they passed a man leading another girl down the hallway. She was cuffed to a rolling cart on her hands and knees, her ass and pussy on display, her nipples clamped and chained to the floor of the cart. She too had her mouth taped. Pet’s pussy fluttered as she saw another version of herself. She imagined being at the mercy of strangers in that obscene and restrained position, their fingers probing deep inside her holes as she came over and over again.
“She’s next”, Master explained unnecessarily.
Master wrapped His coat around His shivering pet and gently loaded her into the car. She snuggled into the seat and closed her eyes, the pink marble still clutched in her hand.
“Did you like that? Were you okay?” Master asked once He’d settled into the driver’s seat, pulling the coat around her more snuggly.
Pet smiled beneath the pink tape and nodded sleepily as she drifted off.
“You were amazing”, he said, His voice cracking with pride and admiration, but she didn’t hear. She was already dreaming.