Chapter 19: Marcy

Saturday, August 19, 2023

Sweat poured down my face as I bent over double, hands on my knees, lungs gasping for air. Clapping came from my left. A slim woman with long, coltish legs in a black leotard and leggings approached me. I could not tell if her gait was one of approval or disappointment.

“Much better,” she said in her British-Indian accent. “You’re starting to look like a real dancer, Marcy.”

“Fuck you, Pryita,” I gasped. “I’m going to throw up.”

Pryita laughed. I wanted to slap her and fuck her. “Do it in the bin, please. If you vomit on my dance floor, you will clean it.”

We had been working on belly dancing for the last several weeks in our spare time, and Pryita was now incorporating basic elements of it into my new dance routine for Black Velvet tonight. She had me run through it six times in a row: twice at half speed, twice at double speed, and twice at normal speed. She called it “memory burning.” And it always worked.

My body was sore and tired, but the music began again. Pryita clapped the beat. “You are sexy. You are fire. You are water.”

I never pointed out her contradiction because I understood what she meant. I had to be hot and smooth and fluid and enticing and burning all at once. My routine lasted ten minutes. Two songs meshed together with a bridge created by Pryita’s music guy, who she relied on to help her find and remix music for dance routines. During the routine, my eyes locked with Pryita, and I pretended she was a client at Black Velvet, someone I wanted to seduce for tips.

My body was an extension of my sexuality, and I sent out my sexuality toward my instructor, forcing her to recognize my eroticism as it assaulted her. As Pryita watched me, I noticed her nipples harden and poke through her top. She licked her lips absentmindedly. And she never blinked. I had entranced her. There was no way I could tell for sure, but I imagined her pussy getting wetter and wetter the longer my performance went on.

When it finished, she covered her mouth as her mouth broke into a huge smile. Then she clapped. “Nice try, Marcy! Very carnal!” She wrapped her arms around me. “Oh, you are something else. My husband is very fortunate I am a loyal woman, or I’d be ripping off your clothes right now.”

I hugged her back, patting her between her shoulder blades. “The offer stands, though. If you ever want.”

Pryita pulled away. “As always, you are too bold.”

I just shrugged. “What? You’re hot. But I would never want you to cheat on your husband.”

My session ended, and I thanked my instructor before leaving. She wished me luck, as always. I drove home with the music playing in my ears, mentally going through my routine. I parked in the apartment complex underground garage and headed to my apartment.

Kitty was in the back room. She hurried out to greet me. My pet was nude except for her collar, but she was showered and fresh, perhaps a little paler than usual. Our apartment was clean and tidy. Her body continued to grow thinner and more toned as she followed my diet and exercise routines. As I looked her over, I detected a hint of nervousness on her face. Why was that?

“What was my pet doing just before I arrived?” I asked.

“Nothing, Madam,” she said. “Just browsing the internet. I finished all my chores and exercises.”

“What was my pet looking at?” I asked.

Kitty swallowed hard. “Porn...” she whispered.

“Porn?” I repeated. “What kind of porn?”

She shrugged, eyes glued to the floor, shoulders slumped.

“Speak!”

“A threesome.”

My eyebrows shot up. “Three women?”

She shook her head.

“Two women and a man?”

She nodded. “Yes, Madam.”

My pet, an avowed lesbian, was watching porn with a man involved. Was my cock turning my pet into a bisexual? “Did my pet cum without my permission?”

“No, Madam!” Kitty said immediately. “Your pet would never ... Your pet knows the rules.”

I studied her face until she wilted under my gaze. I had absolute control over her sleep schedule, daily routine, food intake, exercise regimen, and all her orgasms. She was allowed free time to do the things she wanted when she finished her scheduled routines, but not cumming.

My hand went to her cunt, and I felt inside her her vaginal canal. There was wetness, but not enough to merit a climax.

“Is my pet ready for tonight?” I asked. “We have a big performance again.”

“Yes, Madam, but I’m not feeling very well. Would it be possible for me to stay home?”

“No, it’s not possible!” I ignored the fact that she referred to herself as me instead of your pet. “Missing out on tonight would cost us thousands of dollars. You’d have to be dead for me to let you miss out on tonight.”

I put my hand on Kitty’s forehead. She was a little warm, but a fever shouldn’t stop us from doing our job, especially given how much we were paid.

“Yes, Madam,” Kitty answered sullenly.

“Maybe you should take a nap,” I suggested.

Kitty nodded and headed to her bed. I stripped off my clothes and took a shower. My phone buzzed twice while I was in the water. I took my time shaving and washing. I had to be picturesque. After I got out, I did my hair and makeup. Then I checked my phone. I had two messages from Robin:

Robin: I’ve been thinking about u a lot ... Just wondering when u are going to decide

Robin: No pressure ... I just thought things went really well this week ... u know

Me: Definitely thinking about it. It’s not a decision I can just rush into. I have my other pet to consider. You know me, I won’t do something just because you beg.

I set the phone down and turned off the screen. I hadn’t decided yet about Robin because I still hadn’t figured out how it would affect my dynamic with Kitty. Even though Kitty was my pet, she was only my pet as long as she wanted to be. I had to be sure Kitty was ready. And I was trying to think of the most diplomatic way to express my desire to try out a second pet.

I could tell when Kitty woke later that she was still under the weather, but there was no way I would allow her to stay home. It wouldn’t just look bad for her if she called in sick, but bad for me as well. We finished getting ready and drove to Black Velvet together.

“There is something I need to talk to my pet about,” I said as I steered my truck onto the freeway.

Kitty sat up a little straighter. She could tell from my tone and word choice that we were talking almost as equals for a moment. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. How would Kitty feel about a second pet in the house?”

“Like a dog?”

I bit my lip to stop myself from chuckling. “No ... Like another pet. Someone to be with Kitty during the days to help with chores. Someone new to play with.”

Kitty’s face screwed up with a dark expression. “Who is it?”

“No one Kitty knows. But that’s not important right now. What’s important is Kitty thinks about it. I want to know how my pet feels about it before I do anything. I think it could be fun. My thought was to do a trial period and see if she’s a good fit. It’s important to me that our relationship stays stable and comfortable.”

Kitty nodded. She raised her head and looked at me as if she wanted to say something but then stopped and looked away.

“What?” I asked.

She shook her head.

“How is Kitty feeling?”

She shrugged. “Okay. Who is Madam thinking of as a pet?’

I hadn’t wanted to tell her yet, but she obviously wanted to know. “Her name is Robin. She’s not an ex-girlfriend, per se, but we were pretty hot and heavy a few months ago. She’s married but very unhappy in her marriage. I saw her Thursday night after dinner with my mom. She asked to rekindle our relationship, but I explained that I have Kitty. Anyway, I thought maybe it might be time to expand. See if the three of us have good chemistry. If so, maybe we can figure something out. But, like I said, I need Kitty to be on board. Should I arrange a meeting for the three of us?”

“Sure,” Kitty said. “Couldn’t hurt to meet her.”

I couldn’t tell if Kitty’s flat voice was due to a lack of enthusiasm or because she didn’t feel well. I decided to drop the subject and bring it back up in a few days when she was feeling better.

It was another busy night at Black Velvet. My new dance went very well. My performance with Kitty, however, did not. Kitty was quiet and flat for most of the performance. She moaned a little at the end after I worked extremely hard to get her turned on, but I was almost embarrassed about how our show went. I couldn’t even speak to Kitty after it was over. We changed silently and went to our stations to serve and take tips.

Despite the lackluster show, it was clear to my coworkers I was becoming the most popular attraction at the events. So many people wanted a spot on my “dance card” that I now accepted no less than a thousand dollars per tip. Sometimes, I bumped people off my list for men and women offering fifteen hundred dollars or more.

Petra found me at the end of the night and asked how much I’d made in tips. I leaned in, kissed her, and said with a giant grin, “Ten thousand.”

“In tips?”

I nodded.

“Fuck you!” She sounded somewhat angry, though that may just have been her German accent making her sound more upset than she was. “I should never have invited you here.”

“Aw,” I said, my arm snaking around her waist. “Is someone jealous?”

“I didn’t see you as a threat.”

“I’m not a threat,” I insisted. “The rising tide lifts all the boats.”

Petra pulled me aside and lowered her voice. “Only so many people here want to pay tips for extras. If they’re all lining up for you, it makes it harder for the rest of us. I’m not the only one who feels this way.”

“What do you want me to do, Petra? I’m here to make money just like the rest of you.”

“You’re not like the rest of us. You have a large and unfair advantage.”

“It’s an advantage now, but it wasn’t when you first invited me to come.”

“Because I didn’t think—”

I pulled away from her. “How much did you make tonight?”

She pursed her lips, then finally spoke. “I got nine thousand. Total.”

“The night you showed me around Black Velvet, you made about ten thousand most nights. So I think you’re doing fine.”

Petra was about to say more, but I cut her off.

“Stop getting on me week after week. Okay? Let it go. You make your money; I make mine. Now I was going to invite you to come home with me and fuck my pet. If you promise to stop bitching about how much money we make, you’re still welcome.”

Petra looked like she wanted to slap me, but the anger gradually dispersed. “Fine.”

“Where is she, by the way? I haven’t seen her for at least two hours.”

“Oh, she went home. Took a Lyft, I think.”

A nuclear bomb went off in my head. “She what?”

“Yeah. I thought you knew.”

I stormed into the employee changing room and checked Kitty’s locker. It was empty except for her work outfit. I slammed the locker shut. She had left without telling me.

I changed as fast as I could and went to my truck. Petra ran behind me. I drove back to my apartment in silence, Petra tailing me in her car. Not an ounce of my anger had dissipated when I reached my apartment door. I marched into the bedroom and found Kitty on my laptop, masturbating to a porn video.

Kitty saw me, slammed the laptop shut, and turned to face me. Her expression was defiant. “I’m done being your pet. If you want me to stay, I want to be your equal. Your girlfriend. You can have pets, but not me.”

“No.”

Kitty’s face fell. “Marcy—”

“It’s Madam.”

“Marcy—”

“If you call me by anything but Madam one more time without my permission, you’re done. You can pack up your shit and leave. I told you I didn’t want a girlfriend. I said I wanted a pet. You agreed. That is still what I want. You don’t like it, get the fuck out.”

Kitty’s mask of defiance slipped. She seemed to notice Petra for the first time, watching us nervously.

“Marcy, should I leave?” Petra whispered.

“No. My pet seems to have forgotten her place. Right, Kitty? Was your life better before I took you back? Were you healthier? Wealthier? Happier? No. You were alone, overweight, and working two jobs. Now you have a hot fucking body, you work two fucking days a month, and you make over a hundred fucking grand a year. I got you that job. Didn’t I?”

Kitty nodded slightly.

“Do you want to go back to your life? Do you want to work at Arby’s again? And cleaning hotel rooms? Fine. Go!” I stepped aside so she could leave. “Go!”

Kitty spoke so quietly I couldn’t hear her.

“What did you say, Kitty?”

“Kitty said she wants to stay and be Madam’s pet.” This time, I was barely able to hear her.

“How could I possibly believe you after what you did today?” I asked. “You embarrassed me in our performance. You left without completing your shift. You disobeyed me at home watching porn and getting yourself off.”

“Kitty won’t do it again.”

“Show me what you were watching.”

Reluctantly, Kitty turned to the laptop and lifted the lid. The video was paused, but it looked like a large man fucking a woman who was wrapped around his waist. But I knew the woman in an instant. And I quickly recognized the man too.

It was Kitt. Super Schlong, according to the watermark on his porn video. And Delilah. She was fucking him again. Kitty, my pet, was getting herself off to Delilah and Kitt, the man who had wrecked my relationship with Jade.

“Do you think this is funny?” I asked Kitty so quietly I barely heard myself.

“No, Madam,” she said. “Kitty was just watching his newest video and needed to cum, not trying to make you mad.”

“You have a crush on Super Schlong?”

Kitty shook her head so fast she almost looked like a bobblehead. “No! No! It’s nothing like that. Kitty doesn’t know why she was watching it. He’s just—he’s popular, and Kitty wanted to see what all the fuss was about. Kitty doesn’t feel anything for him.”

“Bend over the desk.” I barked the order like a drill sergeant.

Kitty obeyed instantly. Blood pounded in my face, my neck, my ribs. Even my brain seemed to pulse with rage. If there hadn’t been lube next to the desk, I might not have used it. But it was there, and I did. My cock was hard as a diamond as I greased myself up. Then I shoved my rod into Kitty’s asshole with one quick thrust.

Kitty hissed but didn’t say anything as my pubic bone reached her ass cheeks. Deep inside me, a yearning I had been ignoring for several weeks roared to life, urging me to cum in my pet’s bowels. To make her my true pet, my true slave, I had to claim all of her holes.