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they bounced. She slid her hand down my sides and over my hips. “And we can’t let your pretty pussy go outside all covered up.” She pulled my panties down my legs and reached up between them to smack my pussy lips. “Pets should always be accessible. Don’t you agree?”
    “Yes, Mistress.”
    “Good girl. What are pets for?”
    “Fucking, Mistress.” The instant I said it, I knew it was true. It’s what I had always dreamed of and Mistress Lisa was the best there was.
    “That’s right. You are such a good girl.” She pulled me close to her and claimed my mouth with hers. She kissed
voraciously, as if she were trying to fuck me with her tongue and lips. When I was breathless, she pulled away. “Now, let’s put your collar on.” She took it out of her back pocket and fixed it tightly around my neck. It had a large O-ring in the front that she snapped the leash on. “Remember the rules, pet. Others may look but no one touches you without my permission. You may only speak when I ask you a question. Pets are for fucking. Not talking. Understand?”
    “Yes, Mistress.”
    “Bend over and show me that sweet ass of yours.”
    I obeyed, bracing my hands on my legs and thrusting my behind in the air. She lovingly caressed the smooth white flesh before she brought her hand down sharply. “How does that feel?”
    “Good,” I moaned.
    She smiled with satisfaction as she tugged the leash and I followed behind her. I was nervous and so excited about being seen by others like this. She pulled me down the hallway and into the elevator, which was empty. I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or disappointed. Then, she dragged me past the front desk of the hotel. The night manager was on duty and his eyes nearly bugged out of his head.
    Mistress Lisa decided to have a little fun at his expense. She pulled me along with her to the desk. “My pet and I need more towels in our room.” Lisa played with my right breast, making it jiggle in her palm. “We shower after I fuck her,” she explained. “So we shower a lot.” Her smile was wolfish.
    “Yes, Miss,” the manager, said, eyes straying to Lisa’s talented hand as it manipulated my breast, enhancing my pleasure. Between her mauling and the tightly clamped nipple, I was having trouble not making a sound.
    “Thank you,” Mistress Lisa said, turning and pulling me along behind her. “Come on, pet.” She’d found a club near where we were staying called the Velvet Dog. It wasn’t quite a fetish club, but it was fetish friendly. It catered to those people who’d had vanilla sex all of their lives but were too afraid to try something really different yet themselves. Those who were in the lifestyle were welcome to play in the club, as long as they let people watch.
    Mistress Lisa had to give a password to the doorman but we were let in without a hassle. Inside, the lights were lowered; the windows were draped with long black velvet curtains. There were candelabra on every table. The music was low and throbbing with the chords of sex. There were several people doing scenes throughout the room. It smelled of sex. Middle-aged couples sat on long comfortable benches, waiting for someone exciting to join them. Mistress Lisa thrived in an environment like this. She was a sleek, predatory cat in a room filled with dozy mice.
    She picked a couple in their late thirties to sit with. The man had been avidly watching us as we entered the room. What is it with men and lesbians? The woman looked nervous but her eyes kept darting toward us with a hint of excitement.
    “Mind if we join you?” Mistress asked.
    They both nodded and made room for us. “You needn’t scoot over so far. My pet won’t be sitting with us.” She turned her attention to me. “Why is that?”
    “Because I should be on the floor at Mistress’s feet.”
    “And why is that?”
    “Because pets don’t have furniture privileges, Mistress.”
    Lisa sat down and pushed the table away from everyone, so they