Emma is Used in the House of her Mistress

"As my pet you need a collar. A dog collar for my bitch on heat. Now which type and what size?"

My eyes must have been like dinner plates. I managed to contain my shock and keep my mouth shut. Frantic I looked around to see if anyone had heard. Mistress picked up a pink one and placed it against my throat.

"Chin up slut." I did as I was told. Mistress tried to fasten it around me but it was too small.

"Can I help?" Had she heard me called a slut?

"Well we need a collar."

"For which breed?"

"Oh, it has to be the size of this young things throat." The girl in with the cerise knickers looked at me puzzled.

"What colour?"

"Actually I like the black ones. I thought with metal studs initially but they are quite butch and this is for a bitch. I think a plain black one."

The girl found a few different sizes and Mistress asked her to try them around my neck for size. The girl stood looking at us, from one to the other, then shrugged and did as she was asked. I stood blushing furiously, holding my neck up, presenting my throat as the girl tried them around me. Eventually Mistress and the girl found one that matched their satisfaction as stood there mortified, modelling my dog collar. The girl had realised that I was not worth speaking to and only conversed with Mistress now. Passive, standing still. They stood looking at the one they had decided upon around my neck.

"Oh, and a leash. Chain, with a leather handle?"

"Yes. We have those." One was found and Mistress fastened it to my collar, letting it hang heavily down my front.

"Perfect. We'll take these. We might as well keep them on. Well not the leash."

The girl looked from one to the other of us not certain of whether she was being laughed at. "I'll need to remove it for the code. Oh I can take it without unfastening it." She spoke as if in a daze obviously incapable of explaining to herself what was happening.

"Oh yes, the bitch can still wear it. Don't worry about wrapping them. We have this brown bag that the leash can go in." I knew I was trembling. I knew I was so hot as the girl unfastened it and looked at me. I couldn't look at her. I didn't want to see her expression. As we approached the checkout something else caught Mistress's eye. She picked something small from a shelf as we passed.

At the checkout the girl ran everything through the cash till including the small bell that Mistress had picked up. She put the leash in a plastic bag and Mistress stood me still and spent a considerable time adjusting my new collar and then attached the bell! A customer entered and looked amusedly at me. It hadn't occurred to me why she had bought it up to then. I thought I might faint. As we walked out I was suddenly aware of the wetness between my legs. The bell tinkled.

Thankfully Mistress decided that she would like a coffee. The dizziness was gradually reducing. I was wearing the collar, walking around in my collar and my bell. My bitch collar. I could smell the leather, feel it vaguely around my neck. We sat down at a table by the wall in an out of the way spot in a coffee shop. There were only a couple of other tables occupied and there was restfulness about the place. My bell could be stilled. I began to relax. The embarrassment of buying the collar receding a little. I still felt very obvious. Why would a grown woman be wearing a dog collar? It made me feel very humble and submissive. I was just a pet. Nobody had looked at me strangely though. Nobody had looked surprised or disgusted. I realised that the knowledge of what it was rested inside me. I was a pet, I was a submissive, it was my ‘badge' but inside I was aware that it was only some people who knew. The people who were also into this kind of thing.

The waitress was beckoned over and took our order. She seemed to look at me for a moment but it wasn't me placing the order. Mistress was taking care of me. I sat quietly waiting looking at my hands. My thoughts were still buzzing around my head and all I wanted was to keep out of trouble and please. Soon our order came and I sat silently, sipping already cooling coffee. Mistress began talking about handbags. I sat as passively as I could, very aware of my bell still.

"I think I will tie you up more. Keep you opened and in bondage. Would you like that?"

"I don't know Mistress."

"I think you do. I think that being bound and not in any position to stop what's done to you would make you dribble down your legs, slut."

I looked at the table and let my imagination riot. Eventually, after I could feel her amused eyes on me for what seemed to be hours I whispered a "yes".

"Do you think the girl is attractive?" The question caught me off guard and I had to look around and look at the girl again. My bell tinkled at the sudden movement and I was scared that she would look at me. The girl was about sixteen, eighteen perhaps with short blonde hair. She was quite plain but had a nice figure and her long legs looked good in her short black miniskirt and black tights and flats. I could imagine her at school. The boys would be pleased to be with her, but not necessarily in public I thought bitchily.

"She is pretty I guess Mistress and has good legs."

"Yes she has, quite long. Look at her tits. Would you like to lick them if I allowed you to?"

Oh God! Would she ever expect me to do that? I knew that it would not simply be approval if she did, but an order. Like whoring to my husband. Would she humiliate me that much? With someone who knows what I am doing, not only me. Would she give me away like that? No it wouldn't be giving me away, I realised, it would be a performance from me. She'd be whoring me again. Really whoring her slut. She would keep me and expect me to perform for her curiosity. She would like the erotic display and the knowledge that she could humiliate me. I could imagine that. The reality of it made my stomach jump.

I licked my dry lips and looked at the breasts in question. They were larger than mine. Full in a young girl's way, I thought almost insolently pert. Mine were relatively pert I knew from balancing the comments received with observation but hers had that over ripe look of fresh tomatoes. Those extra ten years makes a difference. I hoped that I had other things in my favour. I noticed my mouth was dry, my face hot. I could imagine the pinkness of the nipple.

"Yes. Yes Mistress." My voice husky.

I coughed attempting to disguise it and as I did I became aware of the constriction of the collar around my throat and the tinkling again. I couldn't look at her, instead attempting to look across the room in my uncertainty. The waitress was clearing plates from an empty table. Her skirt stretched tight over her buttocks as she leant forward. Her skin glowed pinkly through her thin white blouse and the straps of her bra showed clearly. I closed my mouth and looked at the table in front of me aware of my blushes. I could imagine my hands caressing her. The more sexual control I gave away the more I was incapable of controlling my dirty thoughts.

"You are getting wetter again aren't you?" She looked and sounded surprised though we both knew she wasn't. She was reading my face. We both knew that she was building this in me and teasing me with her comments. This lust, this volcanic coursing inside me was caused by her ownership of me.

I nodded at the table before giving in to speech. "Yes Mistress."

After a while the girl approached us with a tray looking empty cups. I looked down as she took them from the table. Mistress said thank you but the girl remained there.

"Is that what I think it is around her neck?" I felt my eyes widen and my face heat up.

Mistress cocked her head and amusedly looked at the girl. "What do you mean?"

"It's a collar, a dog collar. With a bell."

"Yes?" I was very aware that I was looking at the table and not defending myself. A drip of sweat ran down my side. The girl didn't say anything for a while and I hoped she would go but she didn't.

"Is she a submissive? Do you own her?" My head spun. My eyes blurred.

"Why do you ask?" The humour apparent in Mistress's tone.

"I read these books." My throat was tightening. "Some of the women and men sometimes wear dog collars."

"What kind of books?" Mistress was spinning this out.

"Dirty books." Her voice confident not embarrassed, as I would have been admitting to reading books like that.

"Yes she is." I thought my breathing would stop! They continued talking for a moment but the only sound I could hear was the thumping of blood in my ears. My eyes were blurred humiliation. I vaguely realised the girl was walking away.

"Look at me!" Mistress's voice was stern. Not harsh but a voice I would not argue with. "You will remember that you are mine and you will obey your Mistress."

"Yes. Yes Mistress." My voice rasping on my dry throat.

"In a moment she will return. All you have to do is remove your knickers and do as I say. She will not harm or touch you. I will not allow it. I will not allow it. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress. But…"

"No buts!" I remembered the slap.

"Sorry Mistress."

"You will do exactly as you are told and show me how obedient you can be when things are unexpected. Never mind the problems just let yourself be guided and controlled by your Mistress and you will be looked after. I am doing this because you want it. I am doing this because I can. And I will."

The girl returned and stood before our table. The only other customers were just out of sight at the other end behind plants. She stood there and I could see her legs, but I daren't look up.

"Are you really going to make her do it?" I must have missed something earlier.

"Slut, remove your knickers now and place them on the table."

She looked at me and nodded. I felt like a rabbit in headlights. I silently pleaded but to no avail. Finally I knew I would be in serious trouble if I didn't comply. Other strangers had seen me kissing Mistress, seen my tits, seen me collared after all. This was just another stranger. I stretched my jaw and looked around nervously as my hands dropped to my sides. My right hand crept under my skirt and found the waistband at my hip. I paused and looked up. Her eyebrows arched and I licked my lips. It was like drowning. I could feel any control slipping away and an almost alcoholic heat taking me. Lifting slightly I dragged the band down. I was attempting to keep my head stationary so the bell remained silent. My other hand slid under the other side. Heart was pounding. Nipples throbbing. This girl was seeing the real me that only Mistress had seen before. The left waistband was at my thigh and I had to lift. With both sides at my knees I knee it was the turning point. I slipped my thighs slightly apart and pulled the gusset from my crutch. Bending forward. Tinkling. Tits slipping into view. Chest constricting. Dampness along my thighs. Sliding down them. Oh God. One knee up and over my foot. Then the other. Knickers balled in my hands. Breathing heavy. Sitting back. Face flaming.

"Put them on the table."

Again the bell tinkled as I could feel myself shaking. My hand came up from beneath the table and I looked in the vague direction of the girl. The hand dropped the balled knickers in the centre of the table and retreated rapidly underneath again. I looked down at the black material unfolding slightly wondering what to do. Mistress picked them up and held them open in the palm of her hand. We all stared at them. The inside of them. The small amount of material was obviously soaked with a whitish stain around the edges of the obvious female secretions. Mistress held them out for the girl who took them.

"Mmm. It's not everyday a customer shows me her knickers in here. They are rather damp too." My body gently shook as she brought them to her nose.

"Are you still wet?" It took me a while to register what was said to me. I nodded at Mistress.

"Show us. With your finger." I looked up again abruptly in shock, my eyes and mouth wide.

Luckily I remained silently before I realised that I would have to obey. I realised what I must do. A tear of humiliation ran down my cheek. I looked down at the table feeling completely disgraced because of what I was being made to do in public. "And look at your waitress as you do so." A sob escaped me as I looked into the waitress's eyes feeling totally humiliated as someone else saw me taking orders from my Mistress, such demeaning sexual orders. She was smiling. Grinning rather. Slipping a hand beneath my skirt again I parted my thighs and slide forward on the seat. My eyes caught in the girl's as I did so. I couldn't escape. I didn't know if it was going to be too much. I felt Mistress's eyes on me. My fingers found my bulging smooth flesh on each side of my slit. The eyes, even ones so young, held me. My second finger paused for a moment at my entrance and my eyes closed. I could feel seepage that had occurred in the last few seconds.

"Open!" My eyes were snared again. My stomach pressed forward and my finger slid into me. I pushed until I felt I could go no further. The table obscured any view of what actually I was doing but the girl watched my discomfort through my eyes. I remembered to breathe. The bell tinkled softly as my tits bobbled slightly with the sudden breath. Whimpering softly, I withdrew the finger and carefully brought it above the table, sticking up from my hand for them to see. It gleamed in its wetness. Lights reflected from the slippery looking skin.

"Yes. I think her cunt is rather wet, don't you agree?" The girl looked away from me and agreed. "Now clean it slut." I paused then sucked my finger clean. "You see?"

"Yes." The girl was flushed. I sucked my cunt juices.

Without turning to me, her eyes still looking at the girl, "Tell her what you are."

"Your slut, Mistress. Your submissive slut. Your whore." I felt my vagina spasm and I was almost cumming. My breathing was shallow gasping breaths, my face hot and dry, my thighs drenched in spurted juices. Vaguely my mind registered that a wet spot would probably show from behind on my skirt.

"Tell her to play with herself."

"Do it. We want to see what a slut looks like when she fingers."

Fear turned to excitement, and my body grew even more aroused. I wanted this. My fingers slid under again. Swallowed. Trembling. Tits bouncing. Thighs already parted. Smooth cunt. Wet. Easy. I was so easy. Into my folds. Clit huge. Jerking as I touched it. Too sensitive. Inside my cunt. I began furiously rubbing around my clit. I was close.

"Does it feel good, you dirty little slut?" I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

"Do you like doing this?"

I half grunted, half blurted out in a deep sigh, "yessss...... Oh God Yessss...."

I could feel my orgasm building. Looking right into their eyes. So humiliating. My fingers on myself for them. I could smell it. Wanting. More than anything. They were watching, a slut was performing for them. Almost there. Sighing. Grunting. I let out a soft whisper of a moan. My body had taken over. "Ohhhh!!!" My mouth opened.

"Stop. Stop! Don't you dare! I don't want her to cum now."

I couldn't. A hand on my arm. I froze. My body shook. Really shook as I fought it. Fought to make it do as I was told.

"Oh." The girl was obviously disappointed. Not as much as I was! I continued to rock and could feel Mistress's eyes on me. I pulled my fingers up from my cunt. Onto the table. I looked down and saw a nipple was showing. The seat was wet. I closed my eyes. Attempted to control my breathing.

"Perhaps another time."

"Yes. Yes." Was all that the girl said as though she was in another world. She was aroused I saw. She offered the knickers back.

"Keep them. To help you remember."

They disappeared inside her curled up hand again. I looked at the table in a mist of submissive need and humiliation. My smelly wet fingers were before me. What did she mean?

When I looked up she had disappeared. Mistress was standing and we were leaving. I stood and my thighs rubbed slickly against each other. Too scared to look around to see if the girl was there. I could hardly stand. I felt light headed. I wasn't sure if I was going to faint. Outside the coffee house I had to sit for a while. Mistress was with me. Her hand holding me. Mistress was there. Eventually we made it to the car. Her mouth took mine. Possessed me. My hips thrusting. Her tongue deep. Initially hard and demanding, gradually softer, our mouths playing against each other. I was in her arms.

"I was proud of your display."

I burst into tears of happiness, pressing my face against hers. "Thank you. Thank you."

Chapter 3

For not complying sufficiently quickly and questioning her in public I had been punished. I had knelt inside the lounge with my mouth around the door handle. The circular handle making my mouth stretch wide as I took it in, then filling my mouth, my teeth around the narrow part at the far side. I had to spread my cheeks with my hands so that my bottom and cunt were displayed obscenely. Hanging between my breasts was my leash fastened to my collar. I had been ignored for some time in this position. I had felt humiliated, then penitent, then gratefully submissive as time wore on. I opened myself obscenely and drooled saliva from my mouth. My knees, back and jaw had ached. After, I was sent to stand against the wall to wait. Stiff nipples touching the cool plaster, hands behind me. Again ignored. I cried softly, but not allowing my bell to make a noise. I wanted to be good. I wanted her to be happy with me.

Now I stood brazenly naked, except for my collar. My lease hung down between my breasts and grazed my stomach. I loved it. I was wanted again. I would be good. Mistress sat dressed. My nipples were standing out proudly. I had crawled over to her across the floor. Beautifully degradingly. My bell signalled each movement. She took my leash in her hand. Called me her beautiful whore. She could see my need of her. There was nothing that made my position so obvious as standing without clothes whilst others wear them. I couldn't hide either my presence or my intimate parts. My tits thrust forward wantonly. My cunt was as naked as I was and continually lubricating, and could feel it. I was a slut. This woman owned my sexual being. She had created the lust inside me that effectively meant that she owned all of me.

"I am going to spank you." Oh God!! I didn't know what to do or say. My body trembled and my bell tinkled. She looked at me. "Not for what you did wrong. That is passed. Over with, forgotten. This will not be a punishment. I want to spank you. Simply that." I remembered earlier when she had smacked the flesh of my bald cunt. She didn't order me or threaten me. Just done as she knew she could. As she knew she was entitled to. I knew she was.

My breathing was shallow as, eventually, I stepped forward, aware of the fullness of my labia as I did so. There is no lady-like way to present oneself over someone's knee. I tried but of course within seconds I was very aware of the humiliation that was bound up with complying with her desire. Mistress lifted her skirt high on her thigh as I stood to the side and leant forward onto her and bent my knees. The weight of my stomach gradually placed onto her legs and I placed my hands on the floor. I felt her skin against my stomach, felt the pile of the carpet on my hands and toes. My knees off the ground, my tits hanging feeling heavy. The flesh of my mound was stretched slightly as it hung over her leg. Most of all I felt the humiliation of my position. So totally humiliating. The total and utter acquiescence that I offered to her. I felt so open and completely defenceless. I felt like a small girl. My bottom was being offered up to her. I was horny. She would be able to see my bottom and the fleshiness of my sex. I was being made to thrust them up to her. I stifled a sob. Fear and excitement. It was hard to bear. As was the secret knowledge that I was excited by this. That I wanted to give myself, that I wanted the humiliation, that it aroused some deep lust in me. Yes that was hard and in some way I was looking forward to the pain somehow making up for my disgusting desires.