Taken

[steelish]

As soon as I finished cleaning the cage and emptied the bucket I crawl over and kneel at Sir’s left side, facing Mistress. She is studying me, her eyes gleaming with promises of pleasure, causing my breath to quicken.

“Position”

Sir’s softly spoken reminder has me quickly moving into the proper stance I had learned the day before.

I could see and sense Sir browsing my cell phone files, and flinched when he handed the phone to Mistress and directed her to copy the ‘missed call’ numbers, particularly the local ones. At a snap of his fingers Mistress hurried off to prepare our breakfast. She returned with two bowls, one of which she placed in front of me. I glanced at it with consternation, but was too hungry to protest the method I would have to eat by.

She patted my head like I was her little dog. I felt a momentary twinge of embarrassment, but was too confused by her statement to dwell on the emotion; “Time for breakfast my Slave. Enjoy. At least I didn’t add anything into it this morning.”

Add anything? What does she mean by that? My stomach let out a growl and I put my face into the bowl and slurped up the cereal as best I could. I pursed my lips and sucked up some milk, hoping the protein would do me some good. I was still exhausted.

The mistress startled me when she snatched the bowl out from under my lips. “When I’m done, you’re done, so you better learn to do better next time.”

I nod and lick every last drop of milk I can find on my lips, knowing it might be a while before my next meal. Mistress leaned into me and felt her tongue swipe along my neck, sending shivers down my spine. My head lolled back and I swayed, eyes closed, enjoying the sensation.

I snapped to attention as Sir pulled my leash, dragging me to the corner. He stopped me in front of a cage that sat near the Mistress’s. I quickly got back into position when we stopped, and he shoved my face down to the floor so that my ass was up in the air. I felt him spread my ass open and Holy Shit he spit on my asshole. My face turned red; I felt like I was perpetually red-faced with everything that kept happening to me. He pushed a small object into my ass. It didn’t hurt going in, but it was instantly pleasurable. I almost crooned when he twisted it, pulling on it and bumping it back into me. He kept this up for a few moments while I ground my ass back at him and groaned, wanting more. I was disappointed when he stopped, but more than a little relieved when he pushed me into the cage and shoved a blanket in with me. The interior of the cage went dark as he covered it with a dark cloth. I fell into an exhausted, dreamless sleep in minutes.

Some time later, I woke up to hear noises coming from the other room. My bladder was once again protesting, and I hoped the Mistress or Sir would show up soon to let me relieve myself. To distract myself from my urgent bladder, I listened to the sounds, trying to discern what was happening. It sounded like a small crowd; party noises; with music, voices and clinking glasses.

Suddenly, the dark cloth was yanked off cage and I was startled to see Mistress standing there. She was quite different than the person I had gotten used to seeing since my capture. My gaze slowly ran up her body, starting at the tips of her boot clad feet and traveling across her glossy leather skirt, corset and collar. The belt was frightening, for it held an assortment of whips and floggers.

She unlocked the cage door and pulled me out by the leash. I followed her on hands and knees as she led me to the bathroom. I darted my eyes back and forth from the toilet to her face and back to the toilet, my face red with humiliation. She simply pointed at it, and I sat. As badly as I had to go, my bladder was shy and it took a minute to finally release it’s fluids.

Mistress cleaned me up after I finished and then did my hair and makeup. I was getting nervous, but at the same time, I was a bit excited, knowing something was about to happen. I could feel my heart rate speed up as she led me to the room where the party noises where coming from.

As I crawled into the room behind Mistress, my face turned red at the size of the crowd. Men, women, dommes and subs all stopped what they were doing and watched my entrance. I felt as if I were on display and the feeling escalated when Mistress commanded me to the rug to lay on my back and spread my arms and legs out.

I hurried to do it, but she was unsatisfied and made me spread my legs even wider. The crowd closed in on me and I felt their hands on me, running all over my body; caressing, pinching, poking, massaging. I nervously looked to Mistress. She stood, arms crossed with a smile on her face. I relaxed slightly but was still a bit afraid.

Everyone started talking about me, about my body, my hair, my eyes, everything, as if I were an object. No one talked to me. My heart was thumping hard in my chest and I felt breathless.

I saw Sir step into view. He gestured to some of the men and told them to each take an arm or leg of mine and hold me down. Sir straddled me and started squeezing my breast, pinching and pulling my nipples. Something was about to happen, and it would happen to me, I was sure of it. I was squirming and gasping underneath him and he asked, “What do you think of your new friends?”

At the question, my head fell back and I shuddered and moaned, arching my back into his hands. I felt wanton and desirable, but at the same time the emotions were tempered by a touch of fear. It was a heady feeling.