Chapter 15: Marcy

Friday, August 4, 2023

I slammed shut the door to my apartment when I got home from work. “My boss can be such an asshole!” I raged, tossing my phone and wallet angrily onto the counter. Kitty crawled into the room wearing only her collar and tail, just as she was supposed to. Usually, when I came home, she was excited to see me, so she crawled up and rubbed against me. Today, she kept her distance.

“Did Kitty get all the chores done today?” I asked her.

Kitty nodded.

“Stand up. Arms out.”

Kitty stood at once and raised her arms. I inspected her body, pinching the skin on her hips, waist, underarms, and ass. Then I felt her breasts and stomach. Her body had shown so much improvement over the last weeks. She would be on display the next day at her first Black Velvet event, and I didn’t want to disappoint M.

“Does Madam want to tell Kitty what her boss did that made Madam so angry?” Kitty asked in a timid voice.

“I had a customer complain about an incorrect installation, but I did it right. I even showed him the work request and the receipts. They matched. Everything was done the way they asked, but they still complained. Now, I have to redo it tomorrow, which makes my schedule tighter than I wanted. And I didn’t do anything wrong!”

Kitty went to hug me, but I didn’t want that.

I stepped away with my hands up and said, “Not right now. We have to practice our scene for tomorrow twice tonight since we won’t be able to run through it before the event.”

“Yes, Madam.”

We changed into our outfits, and I set up the rig I had purchased from a local BDSM shop. The rig was a wooden pole covered in black leather. It was a copy of the pole in one of Black Velvet’s BDSM rooms, but practicing at Black Velvet was difficult due to the distance, so I’d spent a few hundred dollars of my money to purchase a rig. Plus, I could use it even when we weren’t rehearsing for our playtime. While the one at Black Velvet was bolted down to the floor, this one was held down with removable weights at the base.

Near the top of the pole was a metal ring that slid up and down to adjust how high Kitty’s wrists could be secured. I used black silk to tie my pet’s wrists to the ring. On the platform’s base were two more rings to secure the ankles. These rings could be bolted close together or spread apart, depending on my needs. I tied her ankles to these rings with more silk.

For now, I had her wrists up high and her legs closer together. Kitty had donned a full-body latex outfit that fit her like a glove. The costume had strategically placed zippers in the torso and crotch, which allowed me access to her breasts, pussy, and ass.

The outfit looked good on her. Kitty had worked hard to transform her body into something any pet owner would be proud to claim. She was nearly where I wanted her to be with her muscle tone and body fat. Just a little more dieting and exercising. M and I had debated whether an eyehole-less latex hood or a blindfold and ball gag would be better for our performance, and we both settled on the blindfold and ball gag.

Once Kitty was secured, I turned on the music and began to dance. It was a sultry remix of “S&M” by Rihanna featuring Britney Spears. I ground my hips up against Kitty, my hands rubbing her latex-clad breasts and crotch. Pryita had taught me the dance moves. This performance was to be a combination of dancing, stripping, sex acts, and bondage. Nothing like it had been done at M’s Black Velvet, and Kitty and I were excited. I would be paid as a dancer and a performer now, so I wanted M to get her money’s worth.

This new dance Pyrita and I had worked on was much more erotic than my first routine, but it was also more fun and meshed perfectly with the theme. At times, I danced solo; other times, I grounded myself on Kitty, slowly teasing her and revealing more of her body piece by piece. First, a breast was unveiled, then the second, though her nipples remained covered with black pasties. Finally, her crotch was laid bare, her pussy already swollen from involuntary arousal. As the weeks rolled by, my pet was becoming more and more submissive. She had not uttered her safe word in several days nor complained about any assigned tasks.

As the music ended, I stopped dancing, and the real fun began. I exposed her areolae by ripping off the pasties, leaving her nipples red and stiff; clamps were quickly applied while her skin was still raw and sensitive. Then I tortured her breasts and pussy.

First, I used an electric probe, teasing her skin with tiny zaps of electricity. Kitty always moaned into the gag when I did this. Next came a cat o’ nine tails whip, modified for sex play. This typically left her skin red and striped but so sexy. However, I didn’t want her bruised for tomorrow’s performance, so I was much gentler on her than in previous rehearsals. Still, her breaths came in ragged gasps by the end of the whipping. I could tell my pet was feverish from both the pain and her excitement. Once she calmed down, I released her feet, turned her around, and bound her limbs again. I lowered the top ring securing her wrists so she could bend almost ninety degrees, then I spread apart her legs and unveiled her ass.

Kitty’s ass was where I’d seen the most improvement from her new, healthier regimen. Her butt had transformed from jiggly and doughy to relatively tight and delectable. She had a bit more work to do, but I liked what I saw. Now, it was time to punish her.

Using a studded paddle, I gave her ass several soft whacks until her skin was bright red. Kitty moaned with every blow. Then I tenderly kissed her ass and spread her cheeks. Her pussy lips dripped with her arousal. I unzipped my latex gown and stood buck naked save for my heels, my cock already hard and jutting out, angry and swollen with need. Then I plowed deep into Kitty’s canal, her passageway already slick for me with her natural lubrication.

Kitty grunted into her mouth gag. All eight inches of cock plunged into her depths, and my balls slapped loudly against the strip of latex between her pussy and ass. One thing I learned in my limited time at Black Velvet was how important it was to exaggerate movements when performing in a sex show. Thrusts should be deeper, the length of the phallus needed to be withdrawn from the vaginal canal almost entirely, and grunts needed to be a little louder. The people watching wanted to experience as much of it as possible.

I practiced this with Kitty every time we rehearsed for our performance, recording our performances so we could watch them and look for ways to improve. I didn’t want my adrenaline to carry me into a headspace where I would simply fuck and dominate her as I did in our regular sessions in the apartment. I had to practice my control and transform it into art.

A long trail of drool oozed from Kitty’s gag to the pole’s base as I finished using her. We had debated the best way for me to finish, and we decided I would cum in her pussy. It was more dramatic. I thrust several more times until my balls clenched, and I unleashed my spunk deep into her cunt. Then I pulled out with a flourish and spread Kitty’s cheeks wide to allow it to drip and drain onto the floor.

After we removed our costumes, cleaned up, and showered, we watched the recording of our rehearsal in the living room. Kitty lay across my lap, naked, as I applied cream to her reddened ass. I needed her cheeks to look fresh and lily-white Saturday night. Kitty sighed with contentment as I made comments or suggestions of things to try in future performances.

We watched a movie together and ate carrots and celery. Petra had advised me to eat only certain meats, vegetables, and fruits the day before a Black Velvet event to avoid bloating and gas. I had passed the same advice to Kitty, but as a command.

Kitty picked a movie about lesbian lovers called Room in Rome. I liked to let her pick the films as a reward for good behavior. As we watched, I stroked her hair and back. Kitty sighed and smiled. She fell asleep during the film, and I carried her to her little bed. I stared down at her from my bed and watched her slumber for several minutes. I wanted to like her, to love her the way she needed. But I didn’t. My heart was empty.

If she were gone tomorrow, I would be sad as I would miss her company and the comfort her presence provided me, but I wouldn’t be heartbroken. It would be nothing compared to what I had experienced when I’d lost ... a different lover.

I pushed away that thought immediately. Since the day she showed up on my doorstep, I refused to think about or mention my ex. I was still furious with my mothers for sending her to my apartment to check on me. Our phone conversation had practically left Phoebe in tears, but I didn’t care. I was sick of them refusing to let me grow up and stretch my wings.

The next day, I had a dance rehearsal with Pryita immediately after I fixed the faucet for work. She put me through a full workout and choreography session, then taught me some choreography for my next dance number. After I was done, she touched me on the arm and said, “It’s about time you moved like a real dancer! Very carnal. Even I can’t take my eyes off of you.”

I thanked her and hurried home. I had to shower and change. Kitty and I arrived at Black Velvet almost an hour before start time. Kitty had to submit her body to M’s approval before we could perform that night. I had to check my jealousy as Kitty stripped in front of M, who walked around her, touching her ass, stomach, and inner thighs. M didn’t give us her decision right away. She fingered Kitty’s Slutty Kitty collar before finally nodding.

“Your body looks much better. You can be sure of that. But I want to see even more improvement in four weeks. As of right now, you barely meet my standards. I expect our performers to be at the highest level of physical condition.”

Kitty looked at me with worry. I put my leash back on Kitty’s collar.

“She will be. Thank you, M. I’ve got her on a strict diet and a hard workout regimen.”

M surveyed Kitty hungrily. “Then we’ll do this again in four weeks. Good luck with your first performances. Both of you.”

The manor began to fill with more employees as we drew closer to start time. Guests trickled in soon after that. I introduced Kitty to my coworkers as the newest employee, my co-performer for the evening, and my pet. Among this crowd, having a pet wasn’t a strange sight. Most people took it in stride. Our performance wasn’t until later in the evening, so we donned our masks and serving clothes and took our assignments.

The manor seemed more crowded than usual. Petra said this was because twice a year, once in February and once in August, M hosted Grey Velvet events, allowing up to fifty members to bring one guest, approved personally by M. Those clientele whose guests joined Black Velvet received a pass to the next Red Velvet event, which were hot ticket items. For employees, getting invited to Red Velvet meant a windfall of cash in tips and payments.

Kitty and I did not serve together in the same room. However, I gave her strict instructions to only fuck people who offered her at least a thousand dollars, and they had to use condoms. Her wide eyes and slightly shaky hands told me she was a bit out of her element, but she would be fine after getting some experience at her first event.

For the first part of the evening, clients mingled, drank, and watched the featured dances and sex shows. As it always did, the atmosphere gradually grew more charged with erotic energy. Certainly, there were already people having sex or fondling each other here and there, especially in the darker corners of the darker rooms, but the party hadn’t exploded yet into full-blown sexual chaos. This part of the night was my favorite: just before the tipping point before things erupted into a fevered orgy of eroticism.

My current assignment was to hand out event programs near the entrance. Petra stood across from me, offering condoms. I tried not to stare at the couples entering, but my curiosity was too strong. We all wore masks, but I could still see so much of their faces. A short Asian man entered with a woman even taller than me. A few minutes later, a tall black man came in with a petite blonde woman who looked about my age. I wondered if she was an escort judging by how she draped herself on him. A powerfully built man with black wavy hair and piercing blue eyes caught me off guard. For a moment, I thought I recognized him. And judging by the way he looked at me, I thought he recognized me too. But I didn’t know anyone that tall with black hair.

The woman he was with was also foreign to me, but she was one of the most beautiful and striking women I’d ever seen. She had thick chestnut hair, creamy olive skin, and eyes like twin emeralds, all complimented by incredible curves filling her white dress. I followed her with my eyes until she was out of sight.

I served until my dance was scheduled to begin. I changed into my dancing outfit, performed my routine on stage, changed again, and then served for another hour. During that hour, I had several requests for private service. However, I had a new system for this.

My method had been inspired by the dance cards of old, which my grandparents used when they went to community dances. I took nicknames, requests, where they wanted to meet, what time, and what they would pay. So if Bella Doe asked to give me a blowjob at 1 a.m. in the Puppy Pile room and was willing to pay me $1000, I could tell Jezebel that she’d have to pay me more money for my company at that time instead since Bella had come along first. It worked well.

One of the couples who approached me was the black man with the petite blonde lady on his arm. He wanted me to fuck his lady while she blew him. He was willing to pay me $1000 at 12:30 a.m. I penciled him in and said I was looking forward to it.

Finally, it was time to perform with Kitty. Our performance began fifteen minutes before midnight. We had a large crowd watching us, including the gorgeous woman in white with the tall, dark-haired man. I didn’t give either of them a second glance because I didn’t need distractions.

Our performance went as well as we could have hoped. The only snag we hit was when I tied one of the silks too tight and spent an extra thirty seconds untying Kitty’s ankle. But when I finished fucking Kitty and came deep inside her, the audience watched with rapt attention as I spread her wide and let my cum drip out of her wet lips. To everyone’s surprise, one woman rushed forward, used her arm to move me aside, and put her mouth on Kitty’s pussy. Then she began sucking the cum from her. Kitty didn’t know what to do, so she froze. I didn’t do anything to stop the woman. I was too shocked. But very quickly, a couple of security guards politely escorted the woman out of the room.

I had no doubt she was someone’s guest who had forgotten the rules about touching only with mutual consent. She would not be allowed to join Black Velvet now that she had violated one of the primary rules.

I quickly put the incident out of my mind as I changed back into serving attire. To my pleasure, my “dance card” filled up even more after our sex show. Kitty’s did, too.

My first tip came from the man with the tiny blonde girl. Just as he wanted, I met him in the MuMmiFied Room reserved for people interested in MMF threesomes. The petite blonde woman sucked on his big black cock while I fucked her pussy from behind. She was a pretty girl, skinny and toned, with big brown eyes. She was so responsive to my cock that I wondered if she was on something like ecstasy.

Her date, the much larger black man, blew his wad before I did. He kept his hand on the back of the blonde’s head so she would swallow his entire load. After she finished, the man asked me to take a seat on the couch and let the blonde ride me backward while he stood in front of her with his balls in her face so she could start reviving him. I drove my cock up into the blonde girl while firmly palming and tweaking her B-cup tits and nipples.

From this position, I noticed the same gorgeous couple from before watching me: the tall man with dark hair and his magnificent woman. They drew closer until they were part of the small crowd surrounding us. One woman in the crowd was jerking off her husband while they watched me. A lesbian couple absent-mindedly fondled each other’s breasts with their heads turned in my direction. Having people watching me fuck as entertainment was both a power trip and a turn-on. When I finally came inside, the blonde woman, the lesbian couple, came forward and asked if they could use their mouths to clean us. I agreed ... for a tip.

The blonde girl looked to the tall black man for permission before she spread her legs and allowed one of the lesbians to eat my cum from her pussy while her partner sucked me clean. This all but confirmed my theory that she was his escort for the evening. Once the lesbians’ mouths were filled with my cream, they snowballed each other messily and erotically for a good five minutes while the small crowd watched.

The blonde woman laid back happily, staring up at the ceiling almost blankly before going stiff and sitting back up very quickly. “Oh my God!” she said. “Kitt?”

My head jerked around quickly. Kitt? As in Kitt Walker? The tall, dark-haired man with blue eyes stepped back.

The black man hissed at his blonde escort. “No names. Remember?”

“Gretchen?” Kitt asked.

“Kitt?” I repeated.

Now, Kitt’s date shushed him. “We could all get into trouble!” she said. “Just be cool.”