Pet Sitting Ch. 03

Saturday.

"Some coffee, please!" I ordered, slowly stretching the last sleep out of me. Anita rolled over to the edge of the bed, winching with every move. I smiled satisfied; one night to remember.

Anita stood up, whimpering; the pain in her feet hadn't disappeared either, and her bottom showed a nice palate of red, yellow and blue.

"Ouch! Ow! Ay!" she whimpered with muted voice, on every step of the stairs. Until she saw Vera.

"Oh, God! Oh no! Ohhh no!... What did he do to you! Oh no! No!! No!!"

Vera uttered some little squeaks, but Anita wasn't reassured, and now stumbled down the stairs, forgetting her pain. I heard the rustle of ropes being untied, while Anita whispered soothing words to Vera. Then I heard her yelling "Bastard!" to me, which finally evoked me to get up.

Slowly I walked down the steps, my eyes trained on Anita. Suddenly, the consequences of her actions dawned on her. Her body, earlier swollen in anger, deflated, and she threw herself on the ground.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it, please, please forgive me!" she whimpered, her face to the ground.

Vera, although untied, hadn't moved a limb. She hadn't opposed Anita to untie her, but apart from that, she'd remained in the same position.

With my foot, I ushered Vera away from the sofa, and grabbed Anita by her hair to look her in the face. Anita kept her eyes focused on the ground.

"Look at me!" I commanded. Anita's eyes flashed from side to side, sometimes crossing mine, but never holding eye contact. I slapped her face.

"I said, look at me!" Now she kept her eyes on me for longer periods.

"What did you do?!" I barked; trying to keep her eyes locked.

"I released Vera..." she stammered, trying to look away.

Another slap, and her eyes were on me again.

"Did she ask to be released?"

Anita shook her head.

"Did I ask you to untie her?"

Another, barely visible shake.

"Then why did you do it?"

"She looked so miserable to me, being tied up like that. I thought she was in pain!"

"Do you think it was necessary to untie her?" I asked, angry, but also hurt by her lack of confidence in me.

"No... yes... I mean... I thought she was suffering, but now, I think I did wrong..." she whispered apologetically.

"I will show you how wrong you were!" I snarled, and started to tie her up in a similar way Vera was bound before. Then I went upstairs for some extra attributes. First, I put ear plugs in Anita's ears, then a gag in her mouth, and next, I pulled a blindfold over her eyes. Now, Anita was totally isolated.

Next, I pushed her closer to the sofa, fastened a necklace and connected this to the leash, which was still tied around the sofa-leg. I put some Vaseline on her butthole, greased her, and then pushed a relatively small butt plug, without hesitation and in one single move, all the way up; triggering a muffed squeal coming through the gag.

Then I spit my fingers, pushed them inside her cunt to lubricate that area as well, and pushed in a medium-sized vibrator in place. I turned it on, tied another piece of rope to keep everything in place, and walked away.

I went to the kitchen to get the coffee myself, followed, to my surprise, by Vera. While I waited for the coffee, I thought I could also use some breakfast. I got some eggs and bacon put some butter in the pan, and looked at Vera, sitting on her knees, watching me.

"You want some?" I asked, holding some bacon in the air. Vera crawled my way, and carefully took the bacon from my hand. She rolled herself up on the cold tiles, and ate the bacon, smacking, probably on purpose; to please me.

I continued my baking, checking every now and then on Anita, when I suddenly felt Vera's tongue stroking my hand. Surprised, I looked aside, seeing her flinch back.

"Some more?" I asked, offering another piece of bacon, which again was gratefully taken. This time, she then lied down against my foot.

"You know who's in charge, don't you?" I hummed, happy with myself, and patted her shoulder. My omelet was ready, but looking at Vera, I changed plans. I realized she might be quite hungry, and decided to give the omelet to her and to make myself another one. I put the plate on the ground, and Vera started eating like a dog, hands and knees on the ground.

While Vera was eating, a muted groaning came from the living room. I turned my head around to see Anita twisting and shaking on the ground, plug and vibrator still in position.

"And that's one!" I mumbled softly, content, and then hurried back to my frying pan.

I had my coffee and omelet, placed a bowl of water for Vera, and watched her licking the last bits from her plate. I still couldn't believe how someone could remain in a role for such a long time, but I admired her.

I went to the living room, taking a seat opposite to Anita, and got the newspaper. After drinking more than half the bowl of water, Vera also came to the living room, and started licking my feet. After a little while, I pushed Vera away, after which she lay down on my feet, her back against my legs.

After a little while, Vera rose up again, and started licking my feet once more. Annoyed, I pushed her away once more, but this time, she replied with a soft bark. Then, I realized, she might have some need...

I didn't want her to go outside in daylight, and therefore I placed the towel and bowl next to Anita on the ground, and resumed reading the newspaper. A little later, I felt Vera's back on my feet again.

Every now and then, I peeked at Anita, until she started getting restless again. I noticed her building up again, waited a bit longer and stood up to remove rope, holding the vibrator, and then removed the vibrator itself. The vibrator, Anita's pussy and her upper legs were covered in fluids. Anita was clearly agitated by the removal of the vibrator; she huffed and groaned, twisting her body in a desperate attempt to get her desired stimulation from the butt plug. I carefully pulled the bowl out of the way...

After watching this for a while, I took pity on her and called Vera. She arrived in no time, and when I patted Anita's leg, Vera went straight to her pussy, triggering a shiver through Anita's body. However, this wasn't what I had in mind.

I drew Vera back by her necklace, and pushed her face on Anita's upper leg. Now she got the idea and started licking the juices from the thighs. She thoroughly cleaned Anita up, slowly approaching her slit. Seeing Vera was up for the job, I went back to my seat and sat back.

Anita was suffering; grunting and panting, trying to direct her clit to Vera's tongue, but Vera was merciless, a bitch on a mission. And the mission was thorough cleaning, without being hasty.

Nevertheless, all good things come to an end, and eventually Vera arrived to the pussy-lips. Apparently, Vera also enjoyed the torment; she gave a long lick, all the way over Anita's pussy lips, but then drew back, watching Anita's body buckle and convulse. This took a while, and when Anita finally calmed down, Vera took another lick. Anita grunted in frustration, but this time she managed to keep her body under control, expecting this would help her out of her misery.

Vera, however, seemed to be on a devil's mission, and, instead of licking her pussy, she moved to Anita's face, licking away the drool, released around the gag. Anita was furious, shaking her head, and her lower body, to get Vera back on track.

Vera, however, wasn't that easily sent away. She waited until Anita calmed down again, and then started licking again, aiming for every little piece of face that was not covered by the blindfold. Anita seemed desperate but helpless, grunted, huffed, but otherwise kept her body as quiet as possible.

After cleaning up Anita's face, Vera continued licking her neck. I saw where this was leading to, and also that the sofa might be in the way, so I stood up to release the leash from Anita's neck. As soon as I stood up, Vera moved away, watching me. But when she realized my intentions, she came back and continued licking.

I rolled Anita on her back and returned to my seat. Again, Vera took her time, licking Anita's throat thoroughly, and then moved to the breasts where particularly the strokes over the nipples made Anita squirm and moan behind her gag.

Finally, Vera continued her travel southward, over the belly, via the hips, finally back to the pussy.

Now, Vera gave in, and used all her skills to bring this journey to an end – she nibbled, lapped, licked deep, sucked, bit, and did everything to give Anita an orgasm she would remember for the rest of her life. It was impressive, seeing Anita going this deep – her whole body shook and trembled, foam forming around her gag, her breathing stopping for long times, to be followed by long howling breaths. And finally, her hips buckled, her butt hit the ground a few times, and then her whole body went limb. Man down!

Vera finished neatly what she'd started – she didn't just walk out on Anita. There seemed to be some final work to be done around her pussy, while I removed the blindfold, the gag, the plugs, necklace and finally untied the ropes. I thought of putting Anita on the sofa, but Vera moved to leisurely licking her feet, while Anita's eyes slowly started to focus again, and I couldn't think of a more pleasurable way for Anita to come to her senses.

Looking at this scene, I felt a knot in my stomach – this must have had quite some effect on Vera, confirmed by her swollen, glistering pussy. Fucking agreement!... no doubt she had her needs, but she had been unambiguous about this, even described comparable situations, and I didn't want to break the rules myself. Letting Anita take some pressure off last night was already crossing the line.

I collected the glass bowl and all the toys, went up to clean them, and to put them away.

The afternoon passed in a lazy haze. We sat in the living room, drinking coffee and tea, me reading, and Anita cuddling Vera. Now that Anita was released, Vera's attention was back on her, although she did keep a constant eye on me.

Anita did another excellent job for dinner, baked fish on vegetables from the oven, served with white wine, and coffee as desert. After cleaning up, I told Anita to put on a dress and to get an extra pair of comfy shoes for Vera. I connected the leash to Vera's necklace, gave a short pull to get her up on her feet, and helped her in her coat.

After a thirty minutes' drive, I parked the car on an empty parking place in the forest. Anita and I got out of the car; Anita opened the door to let Vera out, while I grabbed a bag from the back seat.

I gave Anita a look, and she started unbuttoning Vera's coat. For the first time I could see that Vera was out of her comfort zone – she looked at me as if to beg for help; to check if I was really going to let this happen, but Anita and I knew the area well enough; there were no other cars in the parking places and other parking nearby, thus the chances were negligibly small that we would see other people around.

The coat was soon stuffed in the bag, and Vera remained naked, except for the shoes and necklace. From the bag, I took the nipple clamps that Anita had brought the other day, and gave them to Anita. She tenderly stroke Vera's nipples, put a soft kiss on each of them, and then connected the clamps, first one, then the other.

I ordered Anita to take Vera's leash; she took it and held it uncomfortable in her hands, as if it was something dirty. I told her to move on, to walk in front of me. I sincerely liked the view in front of me – Vera, red and purple stripes over her ass, and Anita next to her in her summer dress, holding the lash.

After very little time, Vera seemed to have put off her apprehensions and walked, erect posture, head up, as if she was on a normal stroll through the park, while Anita's moves revealed that her back still hurt from the paddling, and she couldn't hide being uncomfortable, leading Vera on a leash.

After a few minutes Vera stopped, walked a bit off the path and squatted. First she peed, followed by some other business. That was probably the first time since she'd arrived, and she produced an impressive pile of dung. After she was finished, she covered the pile with leaves and soil, and then got up again, not minding to clean herself.

After another ten minutes of walking, I told Anita to unleash Vera and to take off her clamps. I warned Anita to keep her hands off Vera's breasts – no easing of the pain.

Leash and clamps where put in the bag, and I brought out a tennis ball. Anita rolled her eyes and released a deep sigh and also Vera seemed annoyed. I pretended to be ignorant, threw the ball, and told Vera to fetch it. Despite my encouragements, she didn't walk any faster than a walking pace. But when she arrived at the ball, she sank through her knees and fetched the ball with her mouth. So no need to tie her hands behind...

When she got up, we were already near her, and I took the ball from her mouth. This time, I threw the ball behind us and walked on, Anita following hesitantly.

Now, there was no other option for Vera than to go to the ball in a scurry. I looked back a few times, to see her going down on her knees again, to take the ball with her mouth, and then she rushed back to us.

"Good girl!" I praised her, patting her on her head.

We kept walking, and I threw the ball three, four more times. Then, all of a sudden, Anita started calling Vera. Vera came to her, Anita took the ball, and threw the ball a few meters away from us. I was surprised; I hadn't expected Anita to be willing to play this game, until I noticed the nettle bushes around us.

Next time when Anita called Vera to come, I also called her; once. I wasn't sure if Vera understood Anita's motives to join this game, but she did know she'd better listen to me.

Anita's calling expressed more and more panic, but couldn't get Vera to change her mind, and soon she stood in front of me to offer me the ball. I took it, patted Vera's head, and feinted a few throws towards the nettles.

Vera looked motionless, and I was almost certain she would go after the ball, even if I did throw it in those bushes. But, to Anita's great relief, I wasn't that sadistic. I threw the ball behind us and made Vera run again, several times, until we arrived at a small pond.

This time, Anita's fear was well founded. Again, she tried to stop me, but this time, I did throw the ball in the water for Vera to fetch it.

Vera hesitated, but after some pressure, she reluctantly waded into the water. The water was cold and she walked slowly, with stiff legs to the ball. She bent over, took the ball again in her mouth, and waded back, to release the ball in front of my feet.

"Good girl" I praised her. "You like the water, don't you? You like swimming!" even though it was clear to see she wasn't willing to go in again.

She was shivering all over her body, but I threw the ball back in the water, this time almost to the other side of the pond. Slowly and unwillingly, she moved once more to the water, but I shooed her to move on, firmly slapping her ass. Vera trotted into the water, but slipped and went head down.

It wasn't deep, and she quickly recovered back on her legs, coughing and snorting. She looked beautiful, her slim, muscled body sparkling in the low sunshine, nipples erect from the cold. She continued for the ball and brought it back, placing it in front of my feet again.

Once more, Anita tried to stop me, but I pushed her away, and tossed the ball a third time in the pond. This time, Vera went after it without holding back. It was fun to see her splashing through the water, even diving. The last meters she floated to the ball, to take it with her mouth.

She quickly returned, but this time, I didn't throw the ball into the pond, but in front of us, on the path.

Vera tried to go on a sluggish pace, but I broke a twig from a tree and chased her into running, to dry and warm up. I received the ball from her mouth and threw it again behind us, threatening Vera with the stick in order to make her run.

Anita and I walked on, Vera running behind us. A number of throws later, Vera moved with hardly more than a walking pace. I lashed her with the stick, which left a new, bright red stripe on her cheeks. She yelped and increased her speed again, but came back at a scurry.

I moved to Vera, and smacked her again with the stick, leaving a second bright mark on the already bruised ass. She let out a scream, dropping the ball. I took it and threw it away immediately. Even before she had time to start running, Vera received another blow, which made her run at full speed again.

Anita's looks were unambiguous – she didn't approve, but didn't dare to speak up either. We walked on. When Vera reached the ball, I threateningly raised the branch, and Vera came running back. She was clearly exhausted, bend over, heavily panting. She rested, with her hands on her knees, legs shaking, gasping and panting.

When I tossed the ball again, she didn't move, but stayed with us, looking at the ball. I lashed her with the stick, and she fell over. I grabbed her hair, and made her stand up again, and I pushed her in the direction of the ball.

Vera made a few groggy steps and then stopped again. I followed her and hit her again. A short scream and some more steps, her breath short and rasping, tears running down her face. I walked behind her, and lashed her again and again, making her scream, chasing her to higher speed.

Anita stood frozen, and begged me to stop, but I followed Vera all the way to the ball. There she dropped on her knees, hands on the ground, trying to get her breath back. However, I didn't give her any rest – I pushed the back of her head towards the ball, she took it, but didn't make another move.

I pulled her up by her hair again, while hitting her ass with the twig. She screamed, dropping the ball back on the ground, and didn't move, while I hit her again and again. Finally, she took the ball once more, got on her feet, and made a stumbling run to Anita. There she dropped the ball, and her body fell on the ground.

At least she wasn't cold anymore, and almost dry. Anita took the ball and managed to put it back in the bag. I took Anita's hand and walked on, in a firm stride, not looking back at Vera. It took quite some time until I noticed Vera walking again, and even more time before she came near us.

Finally, we arrived at the watch-tower, standing high over the trees. I let the girls go first, so I could enjoy the view of them climbing up the stairs.

I couldn't restrain myself, and swatted Vera's ass one more time with the stick that I was still carrying. Vera ran up the stairs, quickly followed by Anita.

When I reached the top, both women were still out of breath, panting heavily. I enjoyed the view from the tower – trees all around us, cities and villages in the far distance – and then I took some bundles of rope out of the bag, laying them out on the ground.

I told Anita to take off Vera's shoes, and then guided Vera to the railing, right in front of one of the vertical bars.

I took one piece of rope, wrapped it a few times around her ankle and secured it with a knot. I made her squat, pushed her feet apart, and secured the rope to the railing. Then I tied the other ankle, in a similar way, making it impossible to move her feet together.

Next, I placed her arms on top of one of the railing bars. I took a new piece of rope and tied the end around one of her wrists. I pulled her arm straight, and wrapped the rope a number of times around both her wrist and the railing bar, finally securing it with a tight knot. Then, I did the same with the other wrist, stretching her arms.