Chapter 1

One day pet brought the mail in and set it on my desk for later when I returned home from work. I got home shortly afterward.

“Master, the mail is on your desk,” pet said, right after she kissed me.

“Thank you pet,” I said. I went through the mail and picked out a large red envelope. Opening it, I read the card inside. After I had read it, I called pet into my study.

“I have received an invitation to a BDSM munch to be held in two weeks. I have been to these before but I know you have never been to one. Would you like to go to this munch?” I asked her.

“Oh Yes, Master! I would love to go!” pet said excitedly.

“Well, let me tell you a little bit about what goes on at these BDSM munches before you answer too eagerly. First off, there will be several other Master and Mistresses, slaves and submissives there. There is usually some kind of demonstrations that occur as well as some individual action. Think of it as a strip club on steroids,” I explained.

“Sounds like fun!” pet said.

“If it’s anything like the other munches that I have been to, you may be called on to serve as a waitress, or perform on stage, or even be made to service another Master or Mistress. Would you feel comfortable with that?”

“If you are there, Master, then I don’t have anything to worry about. I know you will keep me safe and protect me,” pet said. “If it is what you wish, Master, I will do it to the best of my abilities. I only want to please you.”

“All right then, will attend the munch. It will be fun and a good experience for you,” I said. “But we have some preparations to make before then.”

“Preparations, Master?”

“Yes, you will have to go shopping for a suitable outfit and get your hair done. I want you looking your best, you know.”

“Yes, Master, of course. I’m your ‘arm candy’, after all,” pet said, smiling.

“That’s right, and I like my ‘bling’ nice and shiny!” I said, adding to the joke.

The day of the munch eventually arrived. Pet had been getting more and more excited about going to the munch with each passing day. She had picked up her new outfits – she would wear a chain harness that hooked to her leather slave collar with a single chain that ran between her exposed tits to a steel ring just below her breasts.

There the chain separated into two chains that ran down in large loops that laid seductively on her hips and wrapped around to connect at the small of her back. There was also a tiny g-string bikini bottom that was leather around the waist, then the leather waist dropped into a sharp V at each side of her pussy leaving it exposed and open except for a small chain across the top of the V. The whole outfit was designed to seduce and attract the attention of every Dom in the room that night.

With both of us dressed and ready to go, we drove to the location of the BDSM munch, a hotel that had been reserved for the occasion. The munch itself was held in the main ballroom, with rooms available for those wishing to stay the night and play. When we arrived, we parked in a corner of the parking lot so that we could get out easily and went up to the hotel entrance. Walking to the ballroom, I stopped.

“Oh, before I forget pet, I have a little something for you. Let’s step over here for a little privacy,” I said taking her into a nearby coat closet. I pulled out a small box. “Since I know you will be on your very best behavior and will make me proud, I can give these to you now so you can enjoy them,” I said. I opened the box to reveal a set of brand new nipple jewelry. The pieces consisted of a bar that went through the nipple with a jeweled chain leading down from each end of the bar. In the middle, dangling between the jeweled chains was the word SLAVE written in a script font and made of stainless steel.

“Oh, Master! They are beautiful!” she said. “Please, Master, put them on me, please!” pet said.

Pet had gotten her nipples pierced about three months prior to the munch and they had finally healed enough to wear nicer jewelry. I thought this munch would be a good time for her first pair of “dress” nipple jewelry.

Once she was adorned with her new nipple jewelry, I took her out of the closet and we prepared to enter the ballroom.

“Take a peek inside and see how busy the room is pet,” I told her. She padded up to the door and peeked inside.

“There’s a pretty decent crowd Master,” she said, coming back to me.

“Okay, let’s go in then,” I said, With my pet on my left arm, her normal place when we are walking anywhere, I swung the double doors wide and stepped inside. We strolled through the crowd proudly, me showing off my girl and her beaming proudly at being owned by me. Her outfit and her new nipple jewelry added to her prideful strutting.

Several of the submissives and slaves watched as we crossed the room and even the lesser Doms parted the way for us. I found a seat to my liking against a wall where I had a good view of the room and the stage and pet waited as I pulled her chair out and seated her. Once I took my seat, it was only a couple of moments before one of the slaves serving as the waitress came to take their drink order.

“Sir, what would you like to drink?” the slavegirl asked with her head lowered respectfully.

“We will both have a glass of wine please,” I asked her.

“Very good, Sir. I will be right back with them,” she said and left to place the order.

“Master, what will be my duties tonight?” pet asked.

“Well, if I am asked, you may be serving as a waitress slave, or I may have you perform the duties of a service slave to one of the Doms. I don’t think we will be performing on the stages tonight. But until I say otherwise, we will just take in the experience. This is new to you so we will see how the evening goes,” I said.

Pet looked around at all the different people and what they were doing. There were Masters with their slaves kneeling on the floor. Others had their girls on leashes or even cuffed and on leashes. There were some that were “pets” and wore tails – butt plugs with fake fur tails. She was amazed at the different varieties and degrees of BDSM represented there that night.

“Master, I look around and I see how other Doms treat their girls, like that pair over there who has his girl kneeling on the floor, and that one over there who has his slave wearing leather cuffs and a leash. Then I look at myself and I am sitting here unshackled and in a chair just as a normal vanilla couple. Why, Master? I mean if we are at a BDSM munch shouldn’t I be treated as a slave?” she asked.

“Pet, you are sitting here like this because I think of you as much more than a slave. You serve me, that much is true, but you are also my equal. You submit to me, but because it is your choice. And so as my equal, you deserve a place at the table the same as I. I do not call you my slave, do I? No, you are my pet, and that only because you are a loved and treasured part of me. The Doms who treat their girls or guys as slaves and keep them chained and in cuffs, do so because they either think far too highly of themselves or too lowly of their submissives,” I explained.

“You are a wonderful Master ... and a wonderful man,” she said beaming happily.

As the night progressed, we enjoyed our drinks while watching a demonstration from another Master and his slave on stage. One of the service girls came up to our table, “Sir, is there any service I can provide for you?” she asked. She was a pretty thing and I could tell by the way she asked that she really needed to be of service to please whatever Dom or Domme owned her.

Sometimes girls are put to work in these munches as a way of proving their willingness to submit or for their owner’s pleasures and egos. Such was the case with this one – she had been put to work so other Doms could see what a good girl her Dom had. It was no matter to me, I was more than happy to have her serve me for the moment.

“This is a good song. why don’t you dance for me, little one,” I told her. She seemed relieved that I would ask such a simple thing of her – I expect she figured I would want some sexual favor instead. But I was not in the mood for that and I had my girl beside me if I wanted such service.

The girl began a slow, teasing lap dance for me as pet watched carefully. She knew she may be called upon someday to perform similarly for me or another Master. The girl wasn’t wearing much of anything she needed to strip out of so she just concentrated on her dancing. She swayed her hips back and forth as she kept time to the beat and then moved to straddle one leg and hump it like a dog but a lot slower, rubbing her pussy all over my leg. She turned around and sat squarely on my lap grinding her ass on my hardness and feeling what she had helped to produce. As she sat there rubbing her bare pussy on my bulge, she said “It’s okay to touch me, Sir. This is not like a regular strip club. In fact, my own Sir wishes me to cum as many times as possible tonight. Would you please help me so I will please my Sir?” she said, looking at me with her big brown eyes.

“Stand,” I said to the girl. She rose up from my lap and I pulled her closer. “Now hands behind your head and lace your fingers together. Keep them there until I tell you that you can move them. If you do not I will turn you over my knee. Understand?”