Petplay at the party
Dear reader,
English isn’t my native language so if there is any mistake please be gentle on your comments and contact me so I can change it.
Emma, a vision of authority with her blond hair cascading over the shoulders of her sharp business attire, sits at her office desk reading the documents that lay before her. A smile curves her lips as she decides to indulge in a little midday surprise. She calls her husband’s number and hears the phone ringing with the gentle buzz of anticipation.
“Hi, Beautiful” Matt answers, his voice thick with the desire to hear her sweet voice. “How are you?”
“Oh, I’m just fine, darling” Emma responses, her tone dripping with excitement. ” I’ve been thinking about what we discussed last week and I’ve decided it’s time to indulge your fantasy”.
” Listen to me,when you get home, I want you to go straight to the bathroom and shower. Make sure you’re clean, saden from head to toe and when you’re done, you’re to put on what I’ve laid out for you on the dresser. “
“Do not” she emphasizes, “set foot in the bedroom until I give you permission. This is your first task. Will you do this for me, my love?”
A thrill of excitement and appreciation shots through Matt as he nods, even though he knows she can’t see it. He wonders what she has planned for him, his imagination conjuring images of leather and lace.
“Yes, Emma” he says, his voice a little shakier than he intends. “I’ll do exactly as you say.Is there…is there somewhere special we’re going tonight?”
Emma’s eyes glint with amusement at Matt’s eager question.
“Patience, my love,” she says,with a gentle voice.”You’ll find out soon enough. Your obedience is what matters Now. I’ve got a surprise waiting for you, but it’s all on how well you follow my instructions. Call me when you’re clean,shaven and dressed with what’s on the dresser. Do not disappoint me.”
The call ends, and Emma leans back in her chair, her own anticipation growing. She can’t wait to see the look on his face when she reveals her plans for their evening of gentle femdom exploration.
Matt’s heart thunders in his chest as he processes Emma’s instructions, his mind racing with the implications. His submissive tendencies have been a secret desire for years and now they’re about to be unleashed in a way he never imagined. He glances around his office, his colleagues oblivious to the thrill course through his veins. He fights the urge to rush home immediately and starts to focus on the rest of his workday.
The second he arrives in their detached house, he practically sprints to the bathroom, his mind full with a mix of excitement and nerves. The shower washes away the grime of the day as he shakes. After drying off, he opens the bathroom drawer and finds it empty except for a black leather dog collar with a dog tag on it that says “property of Emma” along with a note that simply reads: “This is for you tonight,call me when it’s on”
Matt’s trembling hands pick up the cold leather collar, the cold leather feeling alien yet thrilling against his skin. He takes a deep breath and after fasting the collar around his neck and ensuring his body is clean-shaven as instructed, he calls Emma.
“Hello darling,” he says with a mix of excitement and nerves. He is trying to sound more confident than he Feels.”I’m ready just as you asked.”
He can almost hear her smile over the phone. “Good boy” she praises, the warmth in her voice sending a jolt of pleasure through him.
“Now, I want you to get on your hands and knees in the living room, right by the couch. I want you to be visible to the world outside so don’t close the curtains and whatever happens you don’t move”
The line goes dead, leaving him with only his thoughts and the sound of his racing heart. He makes his way to the living room, the cold hardwood floor a stark contrast to the plusness of the carpet. As he lowers himself into position leaving him feeling both exposed and oddly liberated. He wonders if the neighbors can see him through the trees and bushes. The thought sending a shiver of excitement down his spine.
Emma’s heels clack against the marble floor of her office as she walks over to the window, her thoughts racing with the image of Matt on all fours, collared and waiting for her. She smiles to herself, feeling a rush of power and love for her devoted husband. She can’t wait to get home and start their new journey together.
“Very good, Matt,” she says. Her voice filled with satisfaction. “Stay right there. I have a little surprise for you.”
Matt’s heart hammers in his chest as he obeys Emma’s command, his body tingling with anticipation. The doorbell rings and he freezes and has his mind racing. He’s Not supposed to move until she gives him permission. What if it’s the postman? Or a neighbor? He listens closely, trying to discern any sounds that might give away theidentity of their unexpected visitor.
The sound of a key turning in the lock sends a bolt of panic through Matt.
He hears the door open and the sound of footsteps entering the house. A voice filled with cheer calls out, “Somebody home?”
He had completely forgotten about Daisy, Emma’s best friend, who often swings by unannounced. His mind races as he tries to figure out what to do. Should he stay in position and risk being found out or break his promise to Emma and hide? The decision is made for him when Daisy rounds the corner. Her eyes widening at the sight of him on the floor, collared and exposed. She stands frozen for a moment, her hand over her mouth, before a knowing smile creeps across her face.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” she says. Her tone a mix of amusement and intrigue.
Daisy’s eyes travel over Matt’s shamen body lingering on the black leather collar that circles his neck. Her cheeks flush, her curiosity piqued by the unusual sight.
“I see you’re… waiting for something special” she says with a wink.
She steps closer, her heels echoing through the room, her eyes sparkling with pleasure.
Daisy pulls out her phone with a giggle, her eyes never leaving Matt’s flustered face. She dials Emma’s number, the sound of the ringtone cutting through the tension in the room.
“Emma, I’m in your house and just as You told me there is a surprise in the living room” she excels as soon as Emma answers.
She gives a dramatic pause, watching Matt’s expression shift from embarrassment to hopefulness.
“It seems that you’ve got a new pet” she says, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
She listens to Emma’s response, her grin widening.
“Oh, I’m going to take good care of him till you’re home “
Emma’s laughter floats through the line and a sense of relief washes over Matt as he realizes this is part of their plan.
“Thank you, Daisy. Please, take him to his new little space. I’ll be home shortly to join you both.” her voice a semiconductor purr.
The call ends and Emma’s footsteps fade away as she walks back to her office. She can’t wait to see how Daisy will handle this. She thinks with a wicked smile on her face.
“Come on, boy,” Daisy says. Her voice is a delightful blend of playfulness and command as she snaps her fingers. “Your mistress has prepared a special place for you.”
She takes Matt by the collar, her grip firm but gentle. She’s leading him through the house and to the bedroom. The bedroom door stands ajar and she nudges it open with her hip, revealing a large,black dog cage with a plus pink dog bed inside. The cage is set up just in front of their marital bed next to the big mirror.
“Looks like you’re going to be spending some quality time in there” she says with a smile.
Daisy gives the cage a little shake, the pink bed inside looking like a candy-coated prison.
“Pink, really?” she says with a laugh. Her eyes meet Matt’s in the reflection of the mirror across the room. “Emma must really love you to get you this fancy set-up. It’s like a bubblegum palace for you to serve your queen in.”
She opens the cage door and gives him a little push and watches as he crawls in, his knees hitting the plus pink fabric.
“Now, let’s not ruin this lovely bed” she says, her voice a mix of teasing and sternness. “You’ll stay right here until she gets home.”
Matt’s cheats burn with embarrassment as he crawls into the cage. The pink color of this new dog bed seems to mock him in its feminine hue. He tries to ignore Daisy’s smile as she locks the door with a satisfying click The sound echoing in his ears and his thoughts swirl with a mix of excitement and self-consciousness.His cock begins to stir at the idea of being treated like a pet for Emma’s amusement. He lays down on the bed, feeling the softness gives way beneath him and looks up at Daisy with a pleading look in his eyes.
Daisy’ssmirk only grows wider as she sees the excitement in Matt’s eyes.Her own curiosity about this new dynamic piqued. She leans down, her hand caresing the top of the cage as she whispers: “Emma told me how much you love it when she’s in charge. How much it turns you on to be her little… bitch.”
” And look at you, already hardening at the thought of serving her. But remember, this cage and dog bed are brand new. If I see even the slightest spot, you know what you’ll be doing to clean it up.”
Her eyes twinkle with mischief as she taps the leather collar with a manicured nail, the metallic clang of his tag against the bars of the cage resonating through the room.
“With that tongue of yours,you’ll be licking everything spotless. So be a good boy and keep it clean for your mistress’s return.”
Daisy straightens up, the sound of her heels on the floor growing fearer as she exits the room. The door clicks shut behind her, leaving Matt alone with his thoughts and the gentle hum of the air conditioning. His heart races as the reality of his situation sets in. He’s locked in a cage, naked and exposed, waiting for his wife and her friend to continue their play. The anticipation is almost unbearable, a delicious cocktail of fear and desire. He shifts slightly on the bed, feeling the leather of the collar against his neck, a stark reminder of his new role.
Time seems to crawl by, the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway a metronome to his racing thoughts. Finally, the sound of the front door opening breaks the silence. He hears the familiar chime of Emma’s laughter. The sound of their muffled conversation grows closer, Emma’s voice a siren’s song to his submissive soul. He can just make out Daisy’s words,”You’ve got yourself quite the obedient pup, Em.”
The floorboards creak under their feet as they move away, their giggles fading into the rest of the house.After an eternity of waiting, the bedroom door swings open and in step Emmaand Daisy. Both dressed in tight-fitting, black latex dresses that accentuate every curve of their bodies. Both holding a glass of crisis coloured liquid in their hand. They survey the cage and the person within it with a sense of satisfaction. Their eyes gleaming as they look upon him, their pup awaiting his mistress’s return.
Emma’s hair is dampening around the edges, her skin flushed from the heat of the shower she’d taken after work.
“Did you behave for Daisy?”
“Yes, Emma” Matt says. His voice filled with a mix of submission as he looked up at her with adoration.His eyes reflecting his willingness to be her devoted service.
“Very good” Emma says as she approaches the cage. She sets her glass down on the nightstand, the red liquid sloshing gently.
“But remember, my pet, you’re not allowed to call me by my name anymore. From now on, it’s ‘Mistress’.”
She pets his head lightly, her finger lingering on his cheek.Emma knees beside the cage, her eyes locking with Matt’s. She runs a finger along the collar, the leather cool against her skin.
“Now, I want you to answer me. If you understand and agree to call me Mistress, give me one bark and If you don’t two barks.
Matt swallows hard, feeling a strange mix of excitement and nervousness. He looks up at Emma,opens his mouth and lets out a soft, tenable “woof”. His voice sounded a little hoarse from the unfamiliar sound.
Daisy, standing by the door, watches the exchange with a bemused smile. She raises her eyesbrows, taking a sip of her drink.
“Well, someone’s eager to play” Her voice lilting with amusement. “I’ve never seen a man so keen to be called a pet before.”
Daisy’s words hang in the air and Emma can’t help but smile at the sight of her husband, now her submissive pup, looking up at her with such adoration. She reaches into the cage, her hand lingering over his erect cock to wipe a bead of precum away that’s glistening at the tip of his penis. She lightly flicks it with her finger, watching it bounce off and land on the plus pink dog bed.
Emma’s gaze shifts to Daisy, a knowing look passing between them. She strokes her chin thoughtfully.
“Daisy, did you have the chance to go over the rules with him?” she asks, her voice a mix of playfulness and authority. Daisy nods, her eyes glinting with pleasure.
“I did,but a little Refresher never hurts.”
She knees down beside Emma, her hand reaching into the cage to cup Matt’s face. “Now pup,you know what to do when you make a mess, don’t you?”
She leans in closer, her breath hot against his cheek. “You’re going to clean it up, aren’t you?” She whispers.
Matt nods fervently, his eyes wide and eager to please. He can feel the warmth of Daisy’s hand on his cheek and the weight of her gaze upon him. His cock jumps at the thought of the task ahead and his mind racing with the implications of his new role. He’s never felt so alive, so exposed and vulnerable, yet so safe and loved in his submission. He swallows hard, his throat dry with anticipation.
“Yes, Mistress” he murmurs.
He watches as Daisy and Emma nod in approval. Emma’s smile widens as she sees the eager acceptance in Matt’s eyes. The air in the room is thick with anticipation, the scent of leather and the faint metallic tang of the cage mixing with the sweet, musky scent of arousal. Emma leans in closer to the cage, her own excitement palpable.
“Very well,let’s see just how well you can follow orders.”
She points at the drops of precum on the bed. Matt’s gaze follows the path of Emma’s finger, as he understands the task at hand. He swallows hard, his heart racing as he lowers his head and his tongue darting out to taste the forbidden drops of precum that has fallen from his arousal. The salty sweetness of it fills his mouth as he feels a wave of both humiliation and exhilaration wash over him. He las at the spot with the enthusiasm of a well-trained dog, his eyes never leaving hers. The action is a silent affiliation of his submission, a willingness to be used and played with in whatever way she sees fit. His eyes are filled with a mix of adoration and a hint of desperation as he looks up at her, eager for her approval.
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