Chapter 10: Marcy

Saturday, July 15, 2023

The lighting in my apartment was dim and red. I sat on my couch wearing a black leather skirt, bra, and pumps. In my left hand was a wine glass still half filled with a Mendoza Malbec, which I’d been sipping for over an hour, and in my right hand, a black riding crop. Above me, suspended in the air, was the nude form of Gina. A ball gag filled her mouth, and ropes crisscrossed under her upper and lower back and upper thighs in a basic seated suspension technique. Being very new to the game of bondage, I’d chosen a simple rig for my first attempt.

Gina had been my toy for the last hour. I’d tickled her, whipped her, licked her, and teased her. But I hadn’t let her cum. She moaned through her ball gag as she slowly spun in a circle as I rubbed her pussy lips with the end of my crop. I saw her muscles tense as she strained to maximize contact to get herself off.

“Uh uh uh...” I reminded her in a sing-song voice. “Pets only cum when mistresses say so.”

“Eeeez, Mm,” Gina mumbled through her gag.

It was obviously “Please, Madam,” but I pretended not to understand her. “Are you experiencing any numbness or tingling?”

She shook her head.

“Good.” I continued to torment her for many more minutes.

When I finally brought her down and used her face for my pleasure, I rewarded her with her own orgasm. It was loud and wet from all the suffering she’d endured. I let her lay at my feet and petted her hair with my soles. Her face shone in the dim lighting from my pussy juices.

I studied Gina’s nude form. She was exercising and dieting. Her weak body was becoming stronger. She had never been fat, but she’d gotten chubby and certainly lacked the definition and tone I preferred in my lovers.

“How would you feel about moving in with me?” I asked in a soft voice.

Gina stirred and looked up at me, her eyes glistening. “Really?”

I nodded. “You can be my full-time pet. All day. Every day. If you continue to exercise, I think I can get you a job performing with me at the club. We can start doing more suspensions. The current BDSM team just gave my boss a month’s notice, and M is looking for new performers.”

Gina turned her head from me and lay back on the floor. “If that’s what Madam wants, Kitty will do it.”

“Kitty won’t pay rent but will be expected to cook and clean. With no full-time job, Kitty will work harder on her body so she can perform with Madam at Black Velvet, earning more in two nights than she earned in one month working two jobs.”

Gina nodded. “Yes, Madam.”

The following week, when I wasn’t working or rehearsing for my next Black Velvet dance, I spent my time helping Gina move and get situated in my apartment. My friends peppered me with questions when they found out about our living situation. They wanted to know how it would work, what Gina would do all day, and how our dynamic would impact our relationship. I usually deflected them by saying we were figuring all that out.

The following Saturday was my next Black Velvet night. Just like Petra had done for me, I brought Gina to introduce her to M, show her around, and discuss the possibility of getting her on board. Gina was not as pretty as me. She had a cute face but not the level of beauty most of M’s girls possessed. Her skin quality had dramatically improved under my dietary restrictions, and her overall tone was slimmer, but she still had work to do to get where I wanted her.

I bought her a simple black dress with spaghetti straps. It hugged her torso and covered her ass but didn’t do much else for her. Neither of us being makeup experts, I’d taken her to a professional artist to get her face and hair done earlier in the day. The esthetician had done an outstanding job, and my pet looked gorgeous, though it was impossible to tell since we both donned masks as part of our outfits. Gina trailed behind me on a leash attached to her collar, trying to keep up with my long strides while managing the six-inch red pumps I had her wear.

We went through security, and I led her into M’s office. I had texted M earlier in the day to let her know I wanted to introduce her to my friend. She gave Gina the same examination she gave me. Gina removed her clothing. I watched as M pointed out the same imperfections in Gina’s body that I had noticed, and then I assured my boss that Gina was working hard to improve her tone and slim down. M seemed satisfied with my explanation.

“One month,” she told me after she finished. “You have one month to get your pet’s body firm enough to meet my criteria. She has a nice enough face, not beautiful, but not plain either.”

Gina kept her eyes on the floor as I listened to M and agreed. M lifted Gina’s chin until their eyes met.

“And you consent to all this despite being Marcy’s ... pet?”

Gina nodded. A wicked smile grew on M’s lips. She glanced at me.

“I’m a little jealous of you, Marcy. You have a charmed life. I wouldn’t mind having a pet of my own someday.”

“I’d like to be paid as a performer and a dancer,” I told M. “With dancing and performing, I’ll have less time for tips. Could I get a base pay of five thousand a night?”

“I can do that,” M said. “And Gina, you would be paid as a performer as well. Three thousand a night plus whatever tips you earn. If you continue to improve your muscle tone and lose weight.”

Gina nodded. I saw a blend of excitement and fear in her eyes, but I couldn’t tell which emotion was more potent.

“Even the lowest earners at Black Velvet take home three or four thousand a night between tips and work if they are willing to fool around with the clientele.”

“Gina will definitely be fooling around,” I commented.

That night, I danced the same routine as my previous performances, but this time, Gina was in the crowd using her guest pass. I noticed how hard her nipples grew under her dress as I seduced my audiences, as I took their money throughout the night in exchange for sexual favors I performed for the men and women. Gina observed me fuck three different women for a thousand dollars each and perform five lap dances at five hundred apiece. After my dancing base pay, I took home seventy-five hundred dollars.

It was after 2 a.m. when the event ended. Petra approached me in the changing room, put her arms around me, and said, “Can I come home with you tonight? I’m so horny!”

I giggled and hugged her back. Her dilated pupils and the reddened whites of her sclera told me enough. “Girl, you’re high as a kite.”

“I know...” Petra whined. “I sniffed two lines of cocaine off a woman’s pussy while her husband fucked me from behind. They paid me well for it, though.”

“How much money did you make tonight?” I asked. It was a bit of a competition between the workers to see who earned the most. Not everyone talked about it, but several of us did.

“Nine thousand. You?”

I told her with a grimace I’d only earned seven and a half.

Petra crowed. “Still, though. I bet in a few months you’ll be earning more than me. Everyone wants a taste of the girl with the cock. And speaking of a taste ... I would like another taste of your pet tonight.” Petra pursed her lips, eying Gina like a wolf tracking a fat rabbit.

“Then come over to my place,” I said. “I’ll keep her awake until you arrive.”

Petra slipped a vial of white powder into my palm before kissing me on the lips. “This’ll help.”

After changing, I left the staff room and met Gina in the hallway. I took her by the leash and led her back to my truck.

Once we pulled out of the long drive leading up to the manor, I let Gina lay her head on my lap as I stroked her hair. “Kitty did good tonight. Those nipples were almost poking holes through the dress’s fabric.”

“Yes, Madam,” she said.

“What aroused my horny little pet so much?”

“Seeing Madam dance. Madam is very erotic. Kitty got wet between her legs watching Madam.”

“Does Kitty want to cum when we get home?”

“Yes, Madam. Very much.”

“You will. Petra is coming over to play with you. Maybe we’ll all play together?”

“Kitty would like Madam to play with her very much.”

I eased my pet off my lap until she was sitting upright again. Then, I slid the hem of my gown up until my bare thighs were completely exposed. Then I slipped the vial of coke out of my bra and twisted it open. Then I tapped out a rough line onto my thigh.

“Have some candy, pet.”

Gina looked at me for a long moment. Her expression was blank. “Madam...”

“Go ahead, Kitty.”

“Clementine.”

It was Gina’s first time using her safe word. I was disappointed. “It’s just for fun—a special occasion to celebrate your new job. Madam wants Kitty to be extra happy. Go ahead.”

Very reluctantly, my pet knelt back over me. Her eyes stayed on me until the very end, when I nodded at her again to go ahead and take a bump. She sniffed three times to get the powder off my leg. When she sat up, she had traces of white powder under her nose, which she rubbed furiously.

“Now tease yourself until we get back to the apartment,” I ordered. “But no cumming.”

“Yes, Madam,” Kitty said. She slid her butt lower in the seat and put her legs up on my dash, spread wide so I could watch her touch herself. There weren’t many cars on the road, but I didn’t let her quit even as we hit red lights. One man in a truck stared at her at a particularly long traffic stop. Kitty closed her eyes and kept going.

When we got home, I ordered her to take another bump. This time, she didn’t protest or use a safe word. Her eyes were wide, her breathing fast, and her face an expression of pure lust.

I’d never done coke myself, nor had I ever been around it until recently. But I’d seen plenty of movies. Gina snorted another line off of my body once we got inside. Petra knocked on the door two minutes later. She did a line, too, and offered me the last of it, which I took. When the powder hit my nose, lightning shot through my body, and raw energy filled me.

“Oh yes...” I purred. “That feels good.”

Petra took Kitty by the leash and led her over to my sofa. “Can I do whatever I want with her?” she asked.

Kitty looked at me nervously, but I nodded, knowing Petra wouldn’t hurt her. My friend sat on the sofa and pulled her dress off, leaving her only in her black thong and heels. Then she tugged on my pet’s leash until Kitty knelt on the floor. Petra pulled her thong to the side and tapped on her pussy. My pet crawled forward and began to lick.

I watched casually at first, but Petra was so hopped up that she quickly filled my apartment with the sounds of her orgasms. She seemed to be having about one climax each minute. Finally, I sat across from her, whipped out my cock, and began to stroke. Petra saw me and beckoned me to come to her.

“I want to suck you,” she said. The way she said it made me think I was an oasis and she was a desert traveler desperate for water.

With renewed energy, I climbed onto the couch and straddled the back so she could sit comfortably while blowing me. Petra was bisexual and preferred women, but she was no slouch at fellatio. She used only her mouth, and it was more than enough. Her lips, tongue, and mouth pressure were all perfect. She couldn’t take my entire length or even half of it, but that didn’t matter. What she did with the first three and a half inches was incredible. And when she came again, all of that energy transferred into my cock until I warned her I was about to blow.

“Not me!” Petra said in her German accent. “I don’t like cum. Give it to your pet.”

I hopped off the couch quickly, pulled Kitty’s face out of Petra’s cunt, and released my load all over her forehead, eyes, and nose. Kitty took it all like a good pet and then went back to licking Petra’s clitoris.

I wasn’t satisfied yet. I returned to Petra and put her face in my crotch until she opened her mouth for my flaccid, warm phallus.

“Get me hard again so I can fuck Slutty Kitty while she eats you.”

Petra moaned into my flesh as her tongue snaked out and lavished my cock. She sucked on my balls and licked them. She used that talented mouth of hers to bring my little prince back to full hardness in less than ten minutes. Typically if I wanted to get hard again quickly, I had to reset my penis by reverting back to full womanhood. Not so tonight.

I slapped my pet’s ass until she lifted her butt, then I plunged deep inside her in one fluid stroke. She was sopping wet. I rammed forward again, shoving her face deep into Petra’s vagina. Petra grabbed my pet’s face and rocked her pussy against her lips and chin.

“Mmm! Eat it, bitch!” she cried in her strong German accent.

I was mildly annoyed at the idea of my friend calling Kitty a bitch, but I let it slide. Since I wanted to keep my pet’s mouth attached to Petra’s labia and clit, I reduced the power of my thrusts to short bursting strokes. I wrapped a hand around her throat and closed off her airway with my large, feminine hands. My pet had revealed to me over a text that her orgasms were more powerful when she held her breath. I counted down in my head from fifteen and released my grip at zero. Kitty gasped for air and groaned loudly, soaking my cock with fresh wetness.

I gave her ass with a hard swat. “I did not give you permission to cum yet!”

Kitty yelped and stammered, “Kitty is sorry, Madam!”

I thrust so powerfully into her that the force of her face bumping into Petra rocked my German friend backward. Kitty ground her lips and tongue deeply into Petra’s sex, and Petra shrieked so loudly that my ears rang. With Petra now satisfied, I pulled out of Kitty’s cunt and yanked her back by her hair. Then I choked her with one hand while shoving my cock into her mouth.

“You want to cum again, Slutty Kitty?” I asked her.

Kitty nodded vigorously.

“You have sixty seconds to cum.” I put my second hand around her throat as well. “Keep your mouth open and your legs wide so Petra can watch you touch yourself.”

Kitty opened wide, and I face fucked her while she rubbed her clit with furious effort. Her cheeks and neck turned red, then purple, as I jerked my hips forward into her open maw. Drool cascaded down her chin, soaking my balls as they slapped against her chin and neck. Kitty began to quake, blue veins popping out in her neck and forehead. Then she squirted all over the floor.

Petra reacted to this with yet another orgasm of her own creation with her fingers buried deep into her snatch, her legs splayed obscenely.