The Pet Shop (17 page)

‘P
ERFECT, RIGHT ON TIME
as always. And, oh, just look at them. Such a lovely pair they are.’ The man who stood at the door to welcome the handler and his two Pets – now clothed in their typical outdoor attire and hopefully not looking too much worse for the wear – was middle-aged, tall and lean and not hard to look at with his intelligent eyes and thick mop of dark hair.

An archaeologist, the handler had informed them as he’d dressed them, a man way too busy for a relationship, and too kinky for most anyway. He always arranged to have Pets in pairs. He didn’t care what sex they were. When celebrating his last successful dig, the handler informed them, he’d had three Pets, and they all rode back in their pet carriers sitting very carefully. ‘Has a heavy hand, that one,’ the handler had said. ‘And just what you two deserve. Tino’s arse has calluses from the spankings he’s taken, but Stella,’ he gave a wicked little laugh, ‘well, I’ll try to remember to bring a cushion for your tender little bum on the ride home.’

With a strange knot of emotion tightening her chest, Stella recalled the Boss saying Tino stayed in the dungeon because he was always getting punished, and Vincent had said after spanking her that maybe she should spank Tino harder. Was that why he left, because she didn’t spank Tino hard enough? She was still thinking about spanking Tino when the keeper shooed the handler away and motioned the two Pets into his lounge.

‘Shall we undress our beautiful little bitch first, Tino?’

Stella’s gut tightened at the use of the word, bitch. She’d never liked it when men used what she considered derogatory terms for women. But then the man added, ‘I specifically asked for a bitch on heat, ready for you to service, Tino. Though I hear she’s a feisty one, one you may have to fight for. All the better, I say. Oh it’s always so very exciting how the rutting ritual plays itself out.’ She was reminded once again that they were, after all, Pets, and a bitch on heat was exactly what she was playing at. As she sat down on the floor and lifted her arms for Professor to take off her top, she tried to ignore Tino’s ravenous stare.

Tino paid no attention to their keeper. He had eyes only for Stella, as the keeper removed her trousers and continued his running commentary of how hot and horny this little bitch was. All the while the keeper stripped Stella, Tino scooted closer and closer to her. As the trousers came down, he moved in for a sniff and a lick of her exposed pussy, but before she could stop herself, she shoved him back, landing a kick on the inside of his thigh that made him growl as she crab-walked away from him.

The keeper chuckled gleefully. ‘Looks like you’ve got your work cut out for you, big boy. I wager she’ll warm up to you though.’ He pushed Stella’s legs open. ‘You see, she needs your cock badly. She’ll come around when she’s horny enough then she’ll be raising that lovely fanny to you, begging you to mount her.’

Stella fought down the blush that rose to her face. He made her feel like some kind of breeding stock thinking only with her cunt. And to her humiliation, she knew he was right; she was wet, desperately wet for Tino, and that made her even more furious.

Professor left Stella to watch while he set to work removing Tino’s clothes. ‘Oh yes, you’ll want him soon enough, Stella, darling. He’s enough to drench that little pussy of yours and make your girlie lips swell with heat. He ran his hand down Tino’s chest then began to tug his trousers off over his hips, freeing his cock, which arched lewdly in Stella’s direction.

When Tino was naked, he lunged for Stella, but Professor grabbed his collar and held him. ‘Not so fast, Tino. You’ll get her when I say you can have her. And that isn’t going to happen until she gets acquainted with me. You know the rules.’ He turned his attention to Stella. ‘Tino is already well acquainted with me, darling, and you will be too before the weekend’s over.’ He sat down in an over-stuffed chair and opened his legs. Stella positioned herself to sniff and caress and lick, but not without making sure Tino had a perfect view of her gape, a fact that made her even more furious. She wasn’t a cock tease, and this kind of behaviour was no solution for her anger.

Professor was heavily erect through his trousers, and he smelled piquant, like good clean male sweat.

We recommend that keepers use no soap, shower gel or deodorant in their last shower before they meet their Pet. Smells of perfume only confuse the Pets’ finely honed sense of smell and makes it more difficult for them to get to know their keepers, which means the keeper will have to wait longer before initiating sexual contact.

Even as she sniffed Professor, his scent was overshadowed by Tino’s scent, which was all over her body after their tussle in the van.

‘I smell your little pussy, Stella, dear,’ Professor said, cupping her breasts as though he were mentally weighing them. ‘You’re such a horny little girl, aren’t you? I don’t think the Pet Shop has ever sent me two more outrageously horny Pets than you two. Would you like to suck my cock for me, darling? Wouldn’t that be a good way of getting to know Professor?’ He was already undoing his fly. She sat back on her haunches between his legs, heart racing, suddenly struggling to breathe. This was it, then. No matter what the Boss said, she was a prostitute, and she was a prostitute because she had chosen to be one in order to chase down a man who left her without saying why. Well, she got what she asked for, didn’t she? And this man in front of her, none of it was his fault. He was just a keeper, and he had, no doubt, paid handsomely for her services.

‘Come, darling, don’t be shy.’ He manoeuvred his cock free enough to give her easy access. ‘You can see I’m ready for you.’

His cock was large, almost as large as Tino’s. He offered it to her as though it were the special treat he knew she’d been waiting for, as though he fully expected appreciation for such a delicious offering. ‘Come on, Stella, dear, be a good Pet and make Professor come.’

She took a deep breath. It was time she stopped whinging and just got on with it. She gave his balls a stroke and tried to give him her coyest Pet look, but just as she was about to take him in her mouth, Tino tackled her from behind, dragged her away from Professor, rolled her onto her back and straddled her. Before she could do more than yelp her surprise, Professor had Tino by the collar and physically dragged him off her.

He caught Tino off guard, jerking him back on his haunches. Then he pressed a knee into his ribs, which in conjunction with the stranglehold on his collar, was enough to subdue him. The force with which he manhandled the big Pet took Stella’s breath away.

She was surprised at the soft chuckle that passed the handler’s relaxed lips. ‘You want her that badly, do you, Tino? Mmm, and I sense a little jealousy from you, don’t I? Never sensed that from you before. Very poor form to interrupt our little bitch when she’s about to suck her keeper’s cock. But then males in rut are often poorly behaved, and they’re not very rational, are they? Always thinking with their cocks. Oh, this is going to be such an interesting weekend.’ He tisk-tisked. ‘You’ll get her in time. Maybe. But not now you won’t. Now you know what you’ll get, don’t you, Tino?’

She had seen it before, she had seen Tino hang his head like a bad little Pet and turn his bottom toward his keeper to be punished for misbehaving. When it had been her doing the punishing, her pulse had raced and her pussy had practically gushed, but what she felt as Professor redid his straining fly and pulled his belt free from his trousers in nearly the same way Vincent had done, was much more visceral, much more closely linked to fear. But not so close that she didn’t still feel it in her pussy.

‘If first impressions are any indication,’ Professor was saying, ‘I think our sexy little bitch would love nothing better than to watch you take your punishment, don’t you agree, Tino? I get the distinct impression she feels you deserve punishing at least as much as I do, so perhaps I’ll punish you for both of us. Yes. I think that’s exactly what I’ll do.’ He stepped closer and ran the edge of the belt up between Tino’s arse cheeks, making him clench.

Professor motioned to a heavy oak coffee table in front of the sofa. Tino moved to bend over the table, bracing himself with his arms stiff against it and his legs wide apart. As he did so, he shot a surreptitious glance over his shoulder at Stella.

‘Perhaps once she’s seen you properly punished with your arse cheeks all red and burning, she’ll be a little more receptive to your cock, Tino.’ He tut-tutted. ‘My goodness, one can only imagine what you’ve done to her to make a bitch with such an obviously needy little cunny fight you like a wildcat.’

The first lash with the belt split the air with an invasive crack. Tino flinched and sucked oxygen, but Stella cried out.

Professor raised his hand to Stella without looking at her. ‘It’s all right, my darling. Believe me, Tino’s arse can take it, and he bloody well deserves it, I’m sure we both agree. Now you just sit back and watch, my sweet little bitch, while I punish our naughty, rutting stud here.’

Strange that she should feel a sense of camaraderie with this man, strange that the sense of dread and fear she felt should be mingled with so many other feelings, and somewhere in that mix was righteous anger. But who’d have thought righteous anger could be so arousing? She surprised herself at the very thought, and when the next lash came loud and vicious, leaving an angry red mark across Tino’s beautiful bottom, the wet, squirmy buzz in her cunt was shocking. In spite of the taut nerves that almost made her stomach hurt, she found herself inching closer as the next lash came. Then Professor paused to run a hand, almost tenderly, along the crimson striping now marring Tino’s pale bottom.

‘Come here, my little bitch, I know you want a closer look. I can feel your tension, your arousal. Clear across the room I can feel it.’ He beckoned to Stella without looking at her. He motioned her to sit on the floor next to where Tino bent over the coffee table. To her astonishment, Tino was as hard as ever. ‘Cup his balls, darling,’ Professor commanded. ‘Go on. It’s all right. There, you see? You feel how heavy he is, how badly he wants to come. Now take his cock in your mouth. Don’t be afraid. You’ve done nothing wrong.’

She did as she was told.

‘As deep as you can. Go on. That’s my girl, now suck him.’

This time Tino cried out, and a shudder passed up through his spine. He lifted a hand to her head and curled his fingers in her hair, but Professor knocked his hand away.

‘That’s enough, Stella. We’re not ready to let him come just yet, are we?’

She pulled away trembling so hard she practically fell backward on her butt.

‘You see how aroused he is, Stella, darling. You see how badly he needs to come, even with me punishing him.’ Then he turned his attention to Tino and reached forward to tenderly cup his tight jaw. ‘But he won’t come. He won’t come until he’s been fully punished for all his bad behaviour. He knows how much sweeter it’ll be then, darling. Oh, he knows, don’t you, Tino?’

Tino’s lovely face was already red and perspiring from the hard lashes, and as the keeper landed another, she flinched in sympathy, but found herself unable to take her eyes off his cock, the way it surged, the way the tip already glistened with precome. How could what was so obviously painful to him arouse him so? How could it make her so hot? And why did she want to participate in something that only a few days ago she would have thought totally perverted?

She caught Professor’s gaze between lashes of the belt and rose to sit open legged on the sofa just in front of Tino, just beyond his reach. The keeper’s wicked chuckle told her he approved. She held his gaze for a moment longer before sliding her fingers down between her legs to caress and fondle her cunt. With her other hand she stroked and pinched her nipples to aching heavy points.

‘I see you understand fully, little one,’ Professor spoke in a voice that was thick with his own arousal. ‘Go on then. You have my permission to play with your wet little quinny. And, Tino, you watch her. If you look away, you’ll make your punishment even worse, and you know I’m not talking about my belt.’

She sat on the sofa spread wide. Along with the cracking of the belt and the noisy intake of oxygen, the wet squelch of her fingers joined the soundtrack as they shoved in and out of her creamy gash and raked rhythmically over her clit.

‘Her eyes, Tino,’ Professor barked. ‘Look at her eyes, don’t look at her cunt. You know what she’s doing with her cunt, and you know it doesn’t involve you. You look her in the eyes, and you don’t look away until I say.’

Tino obeyed, but not before the next lash scrunched his face in pain, and something more than pain, something that made Stella want to run away, on the one hand, and on the other hand it made her crazy horny. She felt like the burning in her cunt could easily outstrip that in Tino’s bottom if she didn’t get some relief soon. She squirmed and bounced on the couch, unable to believe she could even think of being aroused when Tino was in pain, but she was. She held his gaze, pouring all her anger, all her frustration, all of the other things that were too complicated for words into that gaze, as though she could send it all straight to his brain, straight to his soul and make him hurt like she had hurt when he left her.

She didn’t know how many lashes he’d had, but silent stoicism had given way to deep-chested grunts and groans that vibrated up through her and made her ache and hurt and want. Finally, with the last hard lash, he cried out; they cried out together. As his knees buckled, she was half over the coffee table toward him before the keeper stopped her.

‘Not yet, Stella. I’m not finished with him yet.’ He dropped the belt and unzipped his trousers to release his own straining erection. But as she started to sink to her knees in front of him, he shook his head. ‘It was Tino who interrupted my oral pleasure, darling, therefore it’s Tino who must make amends before he can mount you.’ He held her gaze. ‘That is if he has expiated his bad behaviour enough to be worthy of your cunt. If not, then I shall take care of you myself, darling, while he watches.’