*This story gives us a glance into day-to-day life in The Matriarch, though certainly no two days are the same!*
“They brought him in the other night. I think he’ll do well here.”
“That one with the short, dark hair? He seemed feisty.”
The two Wardens sat in The Matriarch’s exclusive upper floor, open only to Violet’s highest-ranking Wardens, and of course the owner of The Matriarch herself. That wasn’t to say those were the only people that were the only people that were ever allowed up, as every rule does have its exceptions.
Indeed, while the Wardens sat near the fireplace halfway between the stairs and Violet’s desk in this rectangular room, closer to the desk were a variety of additional guests. In a cage built into the leg space of the desk, a pet sat bored and obedient, waiting for her Master’s return. She had fair skin and long blonde hair. It fell over one eye as she cast a glance back through the bars at the front of the desk, spying the Wardens, and beyond them, the angledglass windows that provided a view of the club floor below.
Even with the windows angled outward as they were, seeing anything from this vantage point under the desk was impossible. She turned her head back towards the occupation of the cage behind the desk before either of the Wardens could scold her for making eye contact.
This cage in question held one of three other guests. It was a large metal bird cage suspended About four feet off the floor. Its occupied, a curvy girl with tan skin and short black hair gripped the bars while the cage swayed uncertainly. She was blindfolded with a black ribbon and had a shiny red ball-gag locked around her head.
Flanking the desk were two standing cages that offered little room for struggle. They were shaped like a human body, allowing not even the freedom to allow an occupation to Raise either arm. The occupations of these cages were both male, and both locked in chatity cages. One cage was a silicone pink trainer cage and allowed his cock little room to stiffen. The other was a flat steel cage. This pet had an ace of spades tattooed at his beltline.
Neither of these pets however were the one the Wardens had been discussing. No, that pet was currently serving elsewhere in the establishment.
“I’m going to remind you one more time of the order of things around here, bitch. You’d better listen well, because if you forget your place again, I’m tattooing it on your forehead. That’s going to make life outside The Matriarch real difficulty for you.”
Allysa cracked her flogger across the pet’s back again, taking satisfaction in the muffled howl that struggled to escape through the panel gag in his mouth.
“You are a pet. The lowest of patrons in The Matriarch. When our gusts say ‘jump’ you don’t ask how high, you fucking jump!”
She cracked the flogger against his back once more, watching him struggle against the chains that held him to the stone wall of one of the basement rooms.
“If youdon’t jump the height they wanted, they’ll punish you and you’ll try again!”
Recent, the flogger met flesh in a harmony of leather against skin and screams against gag.
“Doesn’t sound fair, does it? That’s because it’s not. Understand?!”
The pet winced, but didn’t feel the sting of the flogger this time. Instead, he feel a hand grip the back of his hair.
“You are a pet. You serve our guests, you serve our Wardens, and you beg and grovel and worship at the feet of Violet. If you ever forget this, I will ensure the only part of you with a chance of seeing the light of day again are your screams of age through the air vents.”
She unlocked the panel gag and slowly removed it from his mouth, revealing a four-inch dildo attached to it. A line of drool stretched between the gag and his lips, and she scooped it with her latex-clad fingers before sliding them into his mouth.
“I asked you a question, pet.”
“I understand,” his reply muffled by the fingerrs in his mouth.
“Good.” She withdraw her fingers and pulled out her phone with her other hand. “Kneel,” she casually into. He did as he was told without hesitation.
“You’re lucky. Your assignment for tonight is to do what you’ve proven to excel at so far — disobeying. We’ve got a bi couple coming in. Brat tamers.” She squinted at the screen for a moment. “Ah. You’re going to have your hands full with this one.” She smiled at him before putting on his collar and leash and walking him up the stairs to the main club floor.
The couple found him leashed to one of the bar stools, as described. In the darkness of the black-painted walls and ceiling of the large circular club floor, the bar was a beacon of pulsing RGB lights. The sconces in the walls and the alcohols with the booths in them held lights in various shapes and equally vibrant colors, but the bar was definitely where you went if you wanted to be found. Or if someone ordered you to be there. Or if they tied yOur lean to one of the stools and told you to wait on your hands and knees for your clients.
“He doesn’t look like a brat. He looks pretty submissive, actually,” the pet heard one of the approaching girls say.
“Try me and see what happens,” he responded in a low voice, barely audible above the music of the club.
The two girls exchanged glances and shared a hearty laugh. blonde one whispered something into the brunette’s ear, causing her to smile deviantly. They both wore leather jackets that came down to their waists, and tight, shiny black pants. The brunette wore 6-inch heels and a t-shirt with the words ‘I’m with Mistress’ on it, with a lock emoji below. The blonde wore tall black combat boots, and her t-shirt simply read ‘Mistress’ with a smiling devil emoji Below.
“It looks like you’ve already got a bitch. What do you need me for?” the pet asked with a wry smile.
The blonde stopped smoking and glared down at the pet. She stormed over, put a booton his head, and pushed it to the floor with not enough force to cause damage, but enough to assert authority.
“Kelsey, three more points, in addition to the one for that snarky comment earlier. At this rate, he’ll set a new record.” His face was pressed to the floor in such a way that he could still see the brunette, Kelsey. She pulled a notebook out of her breast pocket and scratched down four ticks before returning it. The blonde pushed her boot down harder.
“You’re lucky times are tough. If I didn’t have to worry about paying for damaged merchandise, Kelsey would be polising your brains off my boot by now. But do not mistake her submission for weakness. While hers is a slider of mine, her desire to dominate brats like you burns with the intensity of an angry sun. She is not to be disrespected by the Likes of you, and neither am I.”
She twisted her boot, pulling his hair a little and dragging his face across the floor.
“You will call her Mistress, and you will call me Mistress. And you will pay dearly for those opening remarks.”
She spat on the floor next to his face and saved the pressure on his head a bit.
“Lick that up, cunt.”
“Now listen here, pet. This couple is a dangerous one, but they are extremely general tippers if you can play their game. Kelsey is a bit of a sadist, but her overall intensity pales in comparison to Ashley’s.”
Allysa put her phone back into the pocket of her latex gown before giving the pet’s lean another tug.
“Would that I had known exactly who was coming in a little sooner, I probably would have spent more time preparing you. However, I think your personality happens to be perfect for this job. They will do everything they can to make you obedient as soon as possible. Don’t be. The longer you can go on disobeying, the more they’ll try to break you, and the more turned on they’ll get.”
They were making their way up the stairs, the pet stepping carefully on his hands andknees.
“They know your safe word. Obviously don’t push yourself beyond your tolerances, but based on the time we’ve spent together, I don’t think that’ll be an issue.”
They had reached the top of the stairs now, and Allysa was fasting his lean to one of the barstools.
“My only other advice is to give them attitude. They may come across as offended or generally angry, but They aren’t. It’s for the scene. They’re regulars here and we have an extensive file on them that they’ve helped fill out. All that being said…this won’t be a walk in the park.”
She stood up and gave his ass a proper slap, causing him to yelp.
“Good luck. I’ll collect what’s left of you in a few hours.”
When the pet’s blindfold was removed, he found himself hanging upside down in one of the toy rooms. The privacy glass window above him, which constituted a section of the club floor above, was darkened so as not to let anyone see what was about to happen. His cheek still had Ashley’s drool on it from where she dragged him through it after he refused her demands. Both of his captors had removed their leather jackets and t-shirts, leaving Kelsey in a black latex bra and Ashley naked from the wait up.
The pet had his hands bound behind his back with rope, the knots obviously heavily practiced. Similar knots held rope fast around his ankles, anchored to a hook in the roof and tied off on a ring and win set in one of the walls.
He suddenly felt a hard slap across his face, then another, then one more. Ashley towered over him, her hands on her hips, her head tilted down to look at him. Her mouth was inches from his stiffening cock. She grabbed it in her hand.
“Oh, is being treated like a whore turning you on?” She gave it a couple of general strokes as it continued to stiffen, then just as quickly let it go again.
“You are so fucking dead for disrespecting Kelsey. But we’re going to have some fun torqueing you first.” She reached over and extended a hand towards Kelsey, who grabbed it. As soon as she did, Asley pulled her in and kissed her passwordately, raising a hand up and squeezing one of her tits. From this angle, the pet could get a better look at the two girls.
Kelsey was on the shorter side and had very pronounced curves. She had Ashley’s name tattooed on her lower back with a heart around it. Ashley was taller and skinnier, with freckles on her face and smaller perky tits.
“What are you staring at, bitch?” Ashley reached down and slapped him hard across the face again. “Next slap is on your balls, you hear?” He immediately lowered his eyes but remembered the Warden’s words. He would have to make sure not to concede such challenges too often.
Ashley made out with Kelsey for another couple minutes before pushing her back towards a padded bondage benchmark and laying her atop it. As the pet dangled helpedlessly from his bonds, he watched Ashley pin down Kelsey and dry hump her, causing her to close here eyes and moan softly.
After a few more minutes of this, Ashely leaned close to Kelsey’s ear. The pet could hear the question “what should we do with him first?” followed by a muffled response from Kelsey.
Ashley stood up while Kelsey propped herself up and started removing her pants. She found a bottle of lube and a dildo from the toy cupboards at the side of the room, then sat back on the benchmark. Ashley circled her helpless victim slowly, running a hand along his sides, his tighs, and dragging a finger along his rock-hard cock.
“We’ll have to teach you that such disrespect should not arouse you.” She proved an electric cattle prod from another cupboard and held it close to the pet’s left nipple.
“I can’t help but get turned on when I remind a girl of her place,” the pet said with a waver in his voice as he glanced at the prod. He heard Kelsey slide the dildo into herself with a soft gasp as Ashley went to work with the prod. She was relentless on his nipples, and despite his best efforts, it wasn’t long before he was yelping with every sting.
“Beg me for mercy, slut,” she demanded as she stepped back and rested the prod on her shoulder. The pet panted and caught his breath, a bead of sweat rolling down his browser.
“Please…bend over and let me take you to pound town-” his bratty remark was cut short as she held the cattle prod to his cock. He screamed as she activated it and zapped him all over his cock. She spent a couple minutes on this as Kelsey continued to play with herself on the table.
Ashley then held the cattle prod to his balls. “I’m going to give you one chance to apologize for suggesting that these disgusting balls would come anywhere near my perfect body. Fail to do this, and your kids will come out twitching.”
The pet falsetered under the pressure of this threat and Ashley’s sheer display of intimidation. “I’m sorry for suggesting my disgusting balls would come anywhere near your perfect body, Mistress.” He tilted his head up to look at the floor as he heard Kelsey moan. Ashley almost appeared surprised for a moment.
“That’s better, pig. Kelsey, what was his final score?” Kelsey reluctantly slowed her thrusting of the dildo and tried to clear her mind of the fog of pleasure that had enveloped her.
“Uh…uhm…13, Mistress,” she answered with thinly veiled uncertainty.
“Would you care to show our little toy what reward such a high score has earned him?” Ashley stepped back and smiled a cruel smile. Kelsey put the toy down with a pout, but then seeming to remember something, walked over to a bag by the door. She rummaged for a moment before pulling out a huge dildo in the shape of a horse cock. She slowly walked over to him with it, brandishing it before her.
“Well, he wins 13 minutes with the bull.” She brought her face inches from his, almost as if to show off the nose ring he hadn’t noticed before.
“The…the bull?” the pet asked with uncertainty. Ashley had already started lowering him down as Kelsey went back to the bag. She pulled out a large strap-on harness and a cowboy hat, donning both. She slipped the horse cock into the harness and pulled the straws tight, causing the pet to squirm as he slowly came to rest on the floor.
“You see, Kelsey here has a bit of a breeding kink as well, but not in the way you might be imagining.” All thoughts of defiance had left the pet’s head at this point and were replaced with fearful curiosity. “No, she likes to be the one what’s doing the breeding.” The pet watched as Kelsey strapped two small tanks to her back. “You’ve scored 13 points on our brat scale, meaning you’ve earned 13 minutes with the bull. That means you’ve got 13 whole minutes to try to keep her from entering your ass. You better hope you’re successful, Because once she does…” As the tanks connected, a drop of white liquid dripped from the tip of the horse cock like precum.
Kelsey then pulled out a heavy-looking metal object and a collar, as well as a couple bottles of lube. She handed the collar, metal object, and a bottle of lube to Ashley, who then secured the collar around the pet’s neck and locked what he soon realized to be a very heavy cowbell to it. Then, while Kelsey lubed up her horse cock, Ashley rubbed lube all over the pet’s hands and feet, making it impossible to stand with the weight of the cowbell. She undid the bonds on his hands Before stepping back, pulling out her phone, and starting a timer. “Go.”
As he frantically tried to scramble towards the door, Kelsey pulled a coil of rope from the bag and casually tossed it towards him like a lasso. She missed her first attempt, but before he could get more than a couple feet, she’d caught one of his ankles and started pulling him towards her. Her bare feet gave all the purchase his lubed hands and feet didn’t, and within moments she was on top of him, trying to pull his knee up to his chest and tie it to his hands.
“Let me go!” he shouted. Kelsey hooked a couple fingers into the corner of his mouth to muffle any further words, and as she forced his head to tilt, managed to slip the rope over his wrists. She released her grip on his face to pull tight with both hands, tying him into a ball with one leg sticking out. She laughed as she pulled him by his hips towards her and pushed the tip of the horse cock against his ass.
“Apologize for disrespecting me and I’ll only use one of the tanks on your ass,” she offered as she grinded up against him.
“Please! I’m sorry! I’m sorry for disrespecting you, Mistress!” Both Ashley and Kelsey had a laugh before she continued.
“Call me your bull.”
“You’re my bull! Please, you’re my bull!”
“Beg me to be gentle.”
“Please be gentle! I’m begging you!”
Ashley and Kelsey burst out laughing once more at this practical display. Then, Kelsey plunged her cock into him and Ashley stopped the timer. “He’s all yours.”
She started off slow, with just the tip. The cock was huge, and his hole was tight. She didn’t want to cause too much damage before she could do what she came here to do. Her backwards lust to breed took hold and she pushed in a little further before slowly sliding out. She repeated this pattern until he’d loosened up enough to take more than the tip, then started easing the shake in and out of him.
“You like my horse cock, bitch?”
The pet’s face flushed red as he struggled against the ropes. Even with his hands and feet lubed, the knots held tight.
“I like your horse cock, my bull…” His voice peaked as she drove it in a little deeper. Once she’d gotten a fair few inches in, she hooked the corners of his mouth with her fingers and started thrusting with more aggression. Anything he was trying to say was lost as his lips were stretched tight. Now it was Ashely’s turn to play with herself while the bull had her fun.
After a few minutes of relentless fucking, Kelsey slowed down for a moment and adjusted her position. She pulled herself closer and started to slowly work more of her horse cock into him, testing just how far she could get. It was obvious this wasn’t his first time on the receiving end, and he was handling it well. Once she’d worked her way to the limit, she adjusted back a little bit, then started thrusting against that limit, causing him to groan helplessly.
“PleEEeeEEase hAAve mErcyYY!” he managed through his stretched lips.
She changed her grip to have one hand pulling the back of his hair and the other slapping his ass as she rode him.
“Call me your bull again.”
“Y-you’re my bUUll…”
“Thank me for breeding your bitch ass.”
“Th-thank yOOu for brEEdinNNg my b-” He paused for a moment as he felt himself nearing an anal orgasm.
“What was that?” She thrusted hard into him.
“Thank you for breeding my bitch ass!” He yelled out, his cries echoing down the hall through the open door.
Between the desperate pleasures of this bitch under her and the pressure of the base of the dildo against her clip, Kelsey was at the edge. She flipped her breeding bitch onto his side and buried her cock in him over and over again. As she watched his cock twitch and heard his moans hit a peak, she hit a powerful orgasm and moaned loudly as she shuddered. Her orgasm triggered the sensor in the horse cock and unloaded one of the tanks one spurt at a time into Her breeding bitch’s guts. The tank took around 30 seconds to fully empty, giving all in the room a moment to catch their breath and let the magnitude of what just happened sink in.
After a minute or so, Kelsey stroked the pet’s face. “You did so good, bitch.” Here’s your reward. She slowly pulled the horse cock out of her breeding bitch with a ‘pop’ before resting it on his hip, pointing at his face. Her cum leaked out of his gaping ass.
“We can’t have that now, can we?” She turned to Ashley. “Mistress, would you get me that tail plugfrom the bag? That other thing too.” She turned back to the helpless pet. Noticing his distended and swollen belly, she started struggling the horse cock. “I promised I would only use one tank on your ass, and I’m going to hold true to that.” Ashley handed her the plug with a smile, as well as a headband with cow ears on it.
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