VIRGINIA'S PETS part 10
by Harte
Sunday morning Mandi woke with a start. For a moment she panicked before remembering she had been put to bed (her first time in ages) in a small room off the Punishment Room in the big house. The bed was a small one, the sheets dirty, the mattress lumpy, but at least it was a bed. And mandi felt only gratitude Mistress had provided for her after her 'ringing'. Her breasts felt so heavy and as she turned over the rings pulled her tits down sending a shiver of pain through her nipples. She reached up and cupped her breasts between her hands before rising from the bed.
Staring back at herself in the full length mirror she marvelled at the change the rings made in her appearance. Some how the rings both enhanced her looks and made her at the same time more obviously a mere slave-pet. There was nothing ambiguous about her new body-jewelry. She stared at herself in wonder and one hand moved from her breasts to her wet cunt, soon followed by her other hand. As her breasts fell down under the weight another shiver of pain shot through her, yet her cunt was wetter than ever. And that was how Miss Virginia found her!
Instinctively mandi fell to her knees, spreading her legs wide, displaying her smooth cunt and ringed tits to her Mistress's gaze. Virginia came closer, a smile of approval on her stern face. She reached down and ran a single finger over each exposed breast before gently flicking each ring in turn, watching the involuntary reaction from her pet as she did so.
"Is pet pleased with her new rings?" she cooed.
"Yes, Mistress" mandi replied. "Very."
"I knew they would suit you, and they do! Pet has never looked better." Mandi glowed in the approval of her owner. "They will hurt for a little while but you will soon get used to them. And even come to love them. Meanwhile, stay there and I will bring you your breakfast."
Five minutes later Miss Virginia returned, a dog-bowl of luke-warm porridge in one hand and a dog-bowl of water in the other. She placed them before her still kneeling pet. "Eat up" she commanded.
Pet leant forward to suck up the porridge and her breasts fell forward, pulling her down. Eagerly she licked at the gooey mess, trying hard to eat cleanly, to no avail. Virginia smiled at her pet's vain attempt to stay clean. After a while she stopped, the bowl half emptied.
"Enough?"
"Yes, thank you Mistress" mandi replied wiping her face clean with her hands.
"Does pet need a piss?"
Suddenly pet realised she did and nodded.
"It is raining outside and I don't want pet getting too dirty until her nipples have healed. Wait whilst I fetch you your potty."
Moments later she returned with a large white potty. "You can use this." Pet squatted gratefully over the cold ceramic and relieved herself.
"When you need to shit just use the potty. Now go back into bed and rest. I will leave you to recover." And with another flick of the rings, Miss Virginia left, locking the door behind her.
Two hours later mandi felt her bowels move. There was nothing for it but to use her potty. She squatted over and dumped her load into the piss she had deposited before. She rose, acutely aware she had not wiped clean. As Miss Virginia had intended. Mandi clambered back into her bed and she snuggled back down she felt her dirty bottom rub on the sheets. So dirty! So fucking dirty! And yet she felt a strange glow of pleasure for she knew this is what her owner had intended from the start. She fell once more into a dose.
She stayed in that room all day. When asked if she would like to stay overnight, she said yes. When asked why she whispered "So I can be near you, Mistress."
Virginia smiled her appreciation. "Near me your owner, and near your potty for your piss and shit." She went across and inspected the contents. "You wont want to use a toilet ever again, will you pet." Mandi hung her head. "Now you are becoming truly my pet, wearing my rings, and shitting and pissing as you always knew you would one day. Turn over." Mandi obeyed, her nipples once more sending shivers of pain as she rolled onto her tummy. "What a dirty little bum-hole you have" Miss Virginia announced as she ran a mocking hand over her pet's buttocks. "Did you know?"
"No, Mistress. But I couldn't clean myself without paper."
"You will learn, pet. You will learn not to need to wipe." She paused whilst her pet rolled onto her back. Once more the nipple-rings made their presence felt. Virginia bent over and whispered into her ear. "You look delightful in your rings pet. And tomorrow you will discover how wonderful it is to have your tits weighted as you do the house-work.." And she lightly kissed pet on the forehead before leaving her for the night.
It was a dishevelled Jamie who was returned to the Lodge. His undies were stained, his blouse had lost two buttons, and his heels dirty. He hurried out of his girlie clothes and took a shower, anything to get the smell of the bitch out of his nostrils.
It was a chastened boy who reported an hour later to Miss Virginia.
"How was your week-end" Virginia asked as she secured the lad back into his cock-cage.
"Horrid, Miss."
"Why?"
Jamie explained, in detail. Virginia smiled as she listened to his tale of woe.
"That is the trouble, pet. Since you are selling your body for money, you can't pick and chose. You have to take whoever pays." She stroked his burgeoning manhood through his cage. "Does it mean you no longer want a woman's cunt?"
"Yes."
"So you don't want mine?" she teased.
"That is different."
"How true! But meanwhile perhaps I should restrict your clients to dirty old men. Is that what you would prefer, pet?"
To his surprise Jamie realised that it was. Even dirty old men were preferable to the fat bitch with the gaping cunt. He said as much to his Mistress.
"Didn't take long to turn you into a cock-sucker, did it?" she mocked. "And this is the boy who claimed he was straight only a few weeks ago!" She paused to run a teasing hand over his buttocks. "I shall have to find more Mr Browns for you; old men with anxious cocks, eager for a boy's mouth." She paused before informing him that pet was staying with her so he could return to his old bedroom. "I am afraid the mattress is a bit pissy but you will soon get used to that" she continued. "We will keep mandi's bedroom for entertaining clients. You are doing quite well; you have earned nearly £500 already; only another £6,500 to go." She paused, musing out loud how else he could raise the outstanding debt. "Have you had any interesting enquiries from your Face-book site?"
"Not really, except there was one guy who seemed very interested I was still a virgin."
"Send me his email address."
"Yes, Miss."
"And now for your little welcome home present. Bend over for your caning."
It was a sore-arsed Jamie who returned to the Lodge.
Mandi worked hard to clear the back-log of dirty dishes, unwashed clothes, and general cleaning that her weekend off duties had left. The inevitable bending and stretching left her weighted tits swinging as never before, leaving a mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through her body. At eleven she carried a tray of biscuits and tea to her Mistress. A simple command and she opened her blouse, exposing her ringed tits.
"How are your titties to-day, pet?"
"Still sore, Mistress, but sort of nice."
Virginia beckoned pet closer and lifted each tit in turn, enjoying the shiver of pain in her pet as she dropped each in turn and watched the brief swing of the rings before they hung still once more.
Pet leant forward and kissed her hand. "Thank you Mistress. Thank you for having me ringed."
Virginia transferred her hand to under pet's minimal apron and fingered pet's slit. "Why aren't you wearing your panties?"
"I didn't know whether I should or not, Mistress."
"You should have asked, you silly animal. Always ask first. This will help you remember. Go over my knee. Now!"
She spanked her slowly and carefully. Thirty times her hand rose and fell across pet's fulsome buttocks. By the end pet's bum was red and sore. She slid off her Mistress's lap and knelt before her, tears in her eyes and a look of adoration on her face. Virginia reached down and touched her face.
"You can't make any decisions any more" she whispered into pet's ear. "Indeed, you don't want to. You want me to decide everything for you."
"I do. I do." mandi sobbed.
"And I have decided you would be happiest as my pet, my little dirty ringed pet. When did pet last piss in a toilet?"
"I don't remember, Mistress."
"So where should pet piss?"
"In my bed. In the potty. Outside in my piss-place."
"And when squatting outside, don't you feel more animal then woman?"
"Yes."
"So how do you think you should shit from now on?"
"I don't know. Please tell me Mistress. Please."
"You will shit like an animal from now on. And don't bother about your shitty bum-hole. Just accept it. Animals don't wipe, so nor should you." Mandi burst into tears. "What is the matter, pet? Don't you want to be dirty for me?"
"Yes. No. I don't know" she sobbed.
"Of course you don't know. That is why I do the thinking for you. Think, pet, how strange it felt the first time I made you squat outside and now it feels the only way. The same will happen when you shit. It is only natural now you are becoming truly my pet-bitch."
Over the following weeks, as Mandi got dirtier and dirtier (she was only allowed to shower when Miss Virginia had a visitor), Jamie got cleaner being forced to shower at least twice a day, cleaner and softer as he applied skin creams to his face and body.
Two or three times a week he was sent to various dirty old men who revelled in his smooth body and ever eager mouth; only his bum-hole remained untouched. There was a reason for that, for unbeknown to him, Virginia was arranging to auction the lad off. The man who had contacted Jamie's Face-book soon contacted Miss Virginia. He was agent for an irregular auction, selling only the best flesh, mainly to foreigners. The prices were eye-watering. If Jamie was sold the debt would be more than covered!
Two weeks after her ringing mandi was taken out, for the first time. Unwashed and naked, her bum-hole caked in dried shit, she lay under a dirty blanket in the back of the Range Rover. Mandi' heart pounded with fear and expectation; she was to be 'shown' to one of Miss Virginia's close friends, 'shown' as the pig she had become.
She was blindfolded before being removed from the back of the car and led across a pebbled surface into a cold brick structure. A chain was attached to one of her nipple rings, and she was left to squat on what felt like a rubber flooring. A door banged shut and she was left to contemplate her fate. She listened intently. Was she alone or was there someone else in this dungeon? Surely not. She lay down to rest and began to doze off.
She dreamt of a hand gently caressing her private parts and her cunt began to wet. And then she woke with a start. It was no dream; she was being fingered. A voice whispered in her ear. "Sshh. Don't say a word. If we are caught I shall be beaten."
Man or woman, mandi couldn't tell. All she knew was the thrill as for once her needs were being satisfied, and she gave herself over to the enjoyment of the moment. She was close to orgasm when the sound of returning feet sent her new play-mate scurrying away. And seconds later the dungeon door swung open.
"Have you been playing with Mistress Virginia's pet, you worm?" a harsh female voice demanded.
"No, Mistress. No!" responded a weak-male voice.
"Well, pet is certainly very wet. Perhaps she smelt him. After all she was once a whore!" and Miss Virginia ran an experienced finger over her pet's slit.
The two dominatrices laughed. And then the older woman took charge once more, slapping her former husband across each cheek. A simple command form her Mistress and mandi went on to all-fours, her arse exposed to common view.
"You see that shitty hole, cunt-licker?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Well, lick it clean."
It took him nearly fifteen minutes; twice he stopped, twice he was sent back for more. And he was left with shitty lips and a sore tongue. At last he was allowed to stop, kneeling up, straight-backed as he had been taught, his cock encaged, his eyes lowered.
Virginia moved forward and removed her pet's blindfold. For the first time mandi could see the male who had so fingered her, the fat pig who had cleaned her arse.
"Worm meet pet; pet meet worm." They looked into each others eyes. And saw? And saw what?
"Pet, tell worm here what you are and where you shit and piss these days." Mandi had no option but to obey. In truth she no longer cared; it was, she knew, her destiny to be Mistress's pet.
It was then the worm's turn to reveal his fate. He spoke softly, eyes downcast, the taste of shit on his tongue.
"Madame once deigned to marry me but when she caught me sucking off a bell-hop in a hotel we were staying at, madame decided I was no longer worthy of her. She divorced me, took everything, and I now live as her slave. My name is worm and that is how madame introduces me to her visitors who can use me in any way they wish except I am no longer permitted an erection; hence my cock-cage. I am even lower than you, pet, because you are female. I am a mere nothing."
Virginia turned to her pet. "You will sleep with worm overnight. He will keep you warm and, of course, if you need to piss or shit just do it as you would when home." And with that she kissed pet lightly on the head.
Left alone, the two slaves felt embarrassed, yes, embarrassed. Somehow the absence of their mistresses made their enforced togetherness barely bearable. Mandi lay back down on the rubber floor. Worm brought across a dirty blanket and laid it over them both as he lay down beside her. Mandi tried to sleep but she could not. She reached out and took worm's hand placing it between her warm thighs. Tentatively worm stroked her burgeoning sex and for once mandi was in charge. She kept him working for her until with a sigh she had her first orgasm in ages.
A couple of hours later, pet stretched and opened her legs, and half asleep, emptied her bladder over her bed companion. Worm gave a cry of shock and leapt up. Too late; he was dripping in her warm piss.
To be continued.
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