Chapter One
Kade
Being a sadist doesn’t make you an asshole. All that it means is that I derive pleasure from someone else’s pain. The way I treat women in my not BDSM life is what makes me an asshole. The thing is, I like who I am, asshole and all, and I’m far too old to go changing now.
I was thirty-two, but set in my ways like a sixty year old man would be. I knew what I liked, and that was that. I liked women and I loved women who were in pain. What I didn’t like was all of the relationship drama. I didn’t want monogamy. I didn’t want to go to Sunday brunches with her parents. I didn’t want to shop for china. I just wanted to touch them, to torture them, to fuck them, and then to send them on their way.
That might seem impossible, but you’d be surprised. I was lucky, blessed I suppose, with good looks and a large cock. That got you far in this world. I inherited my blue eyes from my mother. Men found them trusting and women said they could see my soul in them. Either way, they were my most prominent feature. Combine that with my dark hair and athletic build, I turned heads when I entered a room. Add to it my strong work ethic and intelligence, which translated into money and I was pretty much set.
The first decade of my dating life, from about fourteen until I was twenty-four had been one nightmare after the next. Just when I’d find a woman who was willing to let me torture her, she wanted a commitment. I couldn’t do the commitment thing. I couldn’t imagine myself with one woman for any amount of time, let alone for the rest of my life.
So why not just make the commitment then go off and do my thing in secret? It wasn’t that I respected the sanctity of marriage, though I’d never been married so I had little room to talk. It was that I valued my word. I might have been a lot of things, asshole included, but I was a man of my word. If I made a promise, an agreement, a commitment, I stuck to it. That was just the type of man I was.
So after ten years of dating misery and being called every name in the book, I finally figured it out. Ironically, it had been at the suggestion of an ex-girlfriend. After I’d asked her if she’d let me put clothespins on her nipples while I fucked her, she said that she wasn’t that kind of girl and that if I wanted a woman who was as sick and twisted as I was, I should go to a BDSM club and find one.
I’d sat there, that night, after she’d stormed out pissed off. First of all, clothespins on the nipples wasn’t exactly extreme. I hadn’t asked if I could put needles through them and twist, which was something I’d always wanted to do, or if I could tie her to her best friend and fuck them both, also something on my bucket list. I’d simply asked for clothespins on her nipples.
The anger wore off, though, and the idea started to take root and grow. Maybe I would go to a BDSM club. I wondered if there were any within driving distance of my house. It turns out, there were three of them. One was only about thirty minutes away.
Apparently, these weren’t the types of things you advertised in the Sunday paper. But with a few clicks of a button and entering in some information I was now on the registered list for the club that I would be attending that weekend.
I never put much thought into what I wore, yet I found myself wondering what the attire would be like at the club. In the end I chose a pair of dark gray dress slacks and a white dress shirt.
The club wasn’t really like I’d thought it would look like from the outside. It was just a simple building. I entered and was surprised to see that I was the only one there with the exception of a very curvy woman with pink hair who was sitting behind a wall with a window that was opened. It felt a bit like I was at the dentist. I might have thought I was in the wrong place had she not been wearing a black leather corset that pushed her ample breasts up to her chin. She had hot pink lipstick on and she smiled at me like she’d known me all her life. It took me a moment to realize she was the “bouncer/receptionist.”
“Welcome. First time here?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said with a nod of my head. I hoped that wouldn’t be an issue.
“I just need to see your license and you’ll have to fill out this paperwork.” I handed her my license and she checked my name off the list. She handed me a form and a clipboard. It felt even more like a dentist.
I had to chuckle to myself. The form was long, but I scanned it. Basically, I couldn’t hold the club liable if I got hurt. I signed and initialed where I needed to and handed it back to the woman.
“You’ll need a tour of the club,” she said. She looked behind her at a man standing in the doorway of the tiny room in which she sat. “I’m going to buzz you in, and he will meet you on the other side of the door.
I was buzzed through, to find what looked like a living room. I’d expected a dark club, with lots of smoke, seedy looking people, but what I found was the exact opposite. At first glance, the room looked a lot like a regular living room in a person’s home. There were differences though. As I looked around, and noticed erotic art hanging on the walls. A man was sitting on a chair watching porn on the television. There was a woman sitting at his feet, wearing pigtails and My Pretty Pony pajamas. She was coloring a picture.
I watched for a moment as she turned around and proudly showed it to the man. “See Daddy!” she exclaimed, though she was clearly the same age as the man whom she called “Daddy.” He looked away from the television and praised her. He kissed her head and took the picture. His hands disappeared for a moment, then I saw a smile on her face.
“Suck Daddy, and I’ll put a special star on this picture,” he said, settling back to watch the porn as I saw the top of her head bob up and down.
“Ready for your tour?” the guy from the office asked. He introduced himself and showed me around the club. He showed me the different pieces of equipment and how to sanitize them after I was done. There were two main play spaces, three if you counted the first room, which was more of a social gathering room. There were also private rooms with viewing windows and two bathrooms. One was a unisex bathroom with two stalls, the other was a private bath off of one of the private rooms. It was equipped with a shower.
I sat down on a chair and watched two scenes happening in the large main play space.
One was off in a corner, a man was flogging a female submissive on a Saint Andrew’s cross. She was facing out, and he was working her breasts over. They were already bright pink, and he showed no signs of stopping.
The other couple was in the center of the room. A woman was cuffed by her wrists to a large metal apparatus. Her toes barely touched the floor. She had clamps on her nipples and a man was using a Hitachi wand on her pussy. She was whimpering, her moaning getting louder.
I watched in awe as she came, squirting all over a white absorbent pad on the floor. My eyes went back to the couple on the cross, but my attention was immediately pulled to a room off to my right. Though the door was closed, I heard a scream coming from within.
It was feminine, but low and guttural. I could tell she was in pain. My head whipped around and I stared at the closed door. The sound came again, along with a cry. “Please… please…” There were gasps between the words and again, I knew the woman was in great pain.
I stood, needing to see more. I hesitated, not wanting to intrude, then realized, this was what the club was all about. I made my way to the room. The door was still closed, but there was a window I could look in. The cross was near the window, and the woman was cuffed to it, facing the cross, and me. A bright red ball gag had been placed in her mouth, and was being fastened around her head. I couldn’t see her Dom, because she was in the way, and when I moved slightly, he must have dropped back down between her legs.
I stared at the submissive, watching her face. Her eyes were wide and her body moved, rhythmically, making me wonder if she’d been fucked by something. Drool came out of her mouth, around the ball gag and dripped onto her breasts. She had pale skin, which seemed to show all the marks her Dom had given her. There were dark red lines across her chest that looked to have been made by a cane, and rows of deeper lines, nail marks, which bled slightly. There was also a bite mark, deep and turning purple already. Her nipples were in clamps that looked painfully tight. I was reminded of my clothespin suggestion and wondered what my ex would think of the scene unfolding before my eyes. I was more than envious of the man who was allowed to play with this woman who seemed perfect.
The submissive looked at me, locked eyes with me, then screamed around the ball gag. Whatever was happening below had her in tremendous pain.
My cock stirred in my pants watching her scream and thrash as whatever it was gripped her harder. Why wasn’t she stopping this? Why wasn’t anyone stopping this? I turned to see the man who had given me the tour standing just a few feet away.
As if he knew my question, he said in a quiet voice, “She’s never tapped out and can take a hell of a lot. She’s a screamer though.”
“But she could if she wanted to?” I whispered.
“Sure. She could use her safe word, or, see how her hand is balled into a fist?”
I turned back to the window and looked. Sure enough, her right hand was closed, while her left hand was open.
“She’s holding a bell. If she drops it, her Mistress will stop.”
“Mistress?” I asked, not averting my eyes from the window.
As if she’d heard my whisper, she stood.
I gasped. I’d assumed it was a man inflicting all of that pain. If I thought the submissive was perfect, the Mistress was even more so. She wore a black leather dress with a tight bodice. She wasn’t thin or curvy, she was somewhere in the middle. She had on thigh high boots which came just to where the dress ended. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her face though. She had silver eyes that matched her silver hair. It had a slight lavender hue to it and I wasn’t sure if it was the lighting. She looked at me for a second, then went back to her submissive who was panting, the drool now dripping down onto her breast in a stream.
The Mistress unhooked her cuffs from the cross and led her over to a spanking bench in the corner of the room. She attached the cuffs and I watched in amazement as the Mistress stepped into a strap on and took up her position behind her submissive. I’d never seen a woman fuck another with a strap on, except in porn. This was hot, the hottest thing I’d ever seen and I found myself, more than once, adjusting my cock and wishing it was me behind the woman who was moaning and crying out on the bench.
I’m not sure how long I watched, but when I turned, both couples I’d been watching when I first came in had finished their play and the Dom’s were administering after care. One of the couples came over to me and introduced themselves. They were friendly and I found myself admiring the marks on the submissive woman. Others had come into the club and were starting to scene. There were two other female Dommes, though both had male submissives. Most people were there in pairs, but not everyone was part of a couple, and many of the couples played with others.
I was feeling at home and had caught the eye of what appeared to be a few of the single ladies when the Domme from the private room walked over to me. She was alone. Her submissive was a few steps behind her, wrapped in a blanket.
She turned to her, gave her a kiss on the forehead, and whispered something in her ear. The silver haired beauty stopped in front of me, while her auburn haired submissive kept on walking toward the kitchen.
“She needs sugar after a scene. I saw cupcakes in there earlier.”
I smiled and nodded. It was all new to me. Although I’d tried the occasional bit of masochism on my girlfriends, I’d never had a full scene.
“Hi, I’m Kennedy.” She held out her hand.
“Kade,” I said taking her hand and shaking it. I’d actually given some thought on the way over as to what name I’d give. I knew some people didn’t use their real names. I had to wonder if Kennedy was hers. In the end, it had just come out.
“I couldn’t help but notice you were watching our scene.”
“Yes. It was captivating. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Of course not. I play in the private room because noise bothers Chloe. She likes to see and be seen though, so I turn the cross so she can look out. I could tell someone was watching by the way her body responded. I was fisting her, which usually makes her scream and cry out, but she was exceptionally loud. I knew something had caught her attention and made her lose focus.”
“I’m sorry,” I said.
She laughed. “Don’t be. It gave me a chance to fuck her harder than I usually would have, reminding her who owns that pussy.”
“In that case, glad to be of help.”
This made her laugh again. “New here?” she asked, changing the subject.
“That obvious?”
“No, not at all. It’s just I usually come here every week and I’ve never seen you.”
“Yep, first timer here,” I said. “Just looking for someone to play with.” I looked at her, and wished I’d rephrased it, asked her if she’d submit to me, but something about her intimidated me. I liked it, whatever it was.
She glanced at two women who were standing in the doorway eyeing me up. “I bet you won’t be looking for someone to play with for long.” Before I could respond, she said, “It was nice to meet you Kade. Feel free to watch anytime. I’m going to go check on Chloe.”
I watched her leave, well, watched her ass leave, wondering if there was anything I could have said differently to get her to submit to me. I doubted it.
She was right though, both of those women approached me, and over the next few weeks, I began screening with women at the club. I started slow at first, doing impact play. I used two floggers I bought at an adult store and a paddle I bought there as well. Most of my scenes were just impact with light touching, but a few of the women would allow finger penetration and would give me oral sex. Two of them, I fucked regularly as part of our scenes.
Each time I went to the club, I’d hope to see Kennedy and Chloe there. When I did, I watched nearly all of their scene through the window. When they weren’t there, I was disappointed, though, happy with my own scenes.
About four months after first going to the club, I’d just finished a scene with one of the women I played with regularly. I enjoyed scenes with her because she liked it rough and she was one of the women I had a sexual relationship with. I’d spent some time with her after our scene, and she was heading home, as she had a long drive. I gave her a kiss on the forehead and thanked her for submitting to me. I walked her to the door, and smiled as I took one last peek at her ass, already bruising from my paddle.
I contemplated heading home then too, but I wanted to see a bit of Kennedy’s scene. Something had been off tonight. I’d caught Chloe staring at me more than once. Kennedy seemed to notice too. They were in a different room, Chloe on the cross, her back to Kennedy, her eyes to me. When I got to the window, Chloe’s eyes went wide. Kennedy looked at me and smiled, then motioned me in with her finger. It was the first time this had happened.
I opened the door slowly. “Yes?” I asked, standing in the doorway, with only my head in the room.
“Chloe has been watching you tonight. I think she’d like you to join us.” There was a gasp from Chloe. “Is that right slut?”
“I want to please you Mistress,” she answered quietly.
“Oh, I know, and you will.”
My cock had been hard when she beckoned me with her finger, but the exchange between the two of them had it weeping.
Kennedy and I had stepped out of the room to go over some rules and so she could tell me Chloe’s limits. We reentered together and took turns dominating Chloe, though most of the time we dominated her together, one taking the front, the other taking the back. I used a flogger and a crop on her ass, loving how cherry red it got.
We switched and moved to her front. Kennedy had knelt between Chloe’s legs and was finger fucking her with three fingers. “I’m going to fist her. Go ahead and torture her tits. Make her scream,” Kennedy said.
As I clipped on the first metal clamp, I thought back to the clothespin request. I’d come so far. Chloe cried out as I put the clips on her nipples and then pulled on them, twisting. I pinched her skin and even sucked on her breast. She screamed out when Kennedy began fisting her. I loved how she could barely catch her breath.
“You love it, don’t you?” Kennedy asked, moving her arm rapidly, fucking her slut with her arm. Chloe could only scream at the fist as well as how hard I was pulling on her nipples. “Next time, what if we get Kade to fist you?”
I wasn’t sure if Kennedy was bluffing, but the next month I found myself in the same private room with them, and this time is was my fist in her tight cunt. I wasn’t sure how it fit, and with the cries from Chloe, I wasn’t so sure it did, but she thanked me after the scene, as she did for every scene we did.
Over the next year, I found myself sceening with the two of them about once a month. It was a great experience, but more importantly, I found a friend.
Kennedy and I started messaging on a fetish site, and then moved to texting. Occasionally we’d call each other. Eventually, we met outside of the club. Sometimes Chloe came along, usually it was just the two of us.
It wasn’t romantic though. We had a common interest, well two common interests. The first was we both loved to dominate women. The second, we loved to fuck them. Chloe was bisexual, but Kennedy was strictly a lesbian. Kennedy found men attractive, she just didn’t want to lick, suck or fuck one. Chloe, on the other hand, begged to fuck me often during scenes. I’d never fucked her, but she’d sucked my dick often enough.
Since there was no sexual tension between Kennedy and I, friendship seemed to progress easily. We’d attend BDSM classes together. She taught me how to use wax and an electric wand that caused a great deal of pain. Together, we took classes on fire play and needle play.
We didn’t talk about things outside of BDSM much in the beginning. We’d go to classes and the club, often stop at a bar or restaurant before the club to fuel up and to plan a scene. It was odd, I’d known her for a few years at that point, and yet, I wasn’t sure of her name. I called her Kennedy, but was that her first name or her last? Maybe it was neither.
One night when we’d stopped off for a burger and a drink after a great scene at the club, I decided to ask her. Taking a sip of my whisky, I sat back in the chair. “So, tell me about your name. Is Kennedy your first or your last name?”
“Neither,” she said with a smile. “Well, technically, now it’s my first name.”
She had my interest and I sat forward a little, putting my glass on the table. “I was born, Caroline Kennedy Grant.” She gave me her Domme look. “Don’t say a word, because my brother was John Kennedy Grant. Obviously my parents were big fans.”
I held in a laugh. She looked nothing like a Caroline Kennedy to me.
“I guess I should count my blessings because with Grant being my last name, my parents could have picked a different favorite president and you could be sitting across from Ulysses Grant.”
Ok, on that one I did have to chuckle. “So your name on your license says Caroline?”
She shook her head, taking a drink herself. “Not anymore. After I got divorced...yep, I was married.” Apparently, my eyes had gone wide. “After I got divorced I wanted to get rid of his last name and change mine. I’d never felt like a Caroline, so I just did it. I made my first name Kennedy and went back to Grant.”
“Well, it’s nice to meet you Kennedy Grant,” I said holding out my hand.
She shook it and said, “Nice to meet you. Is Kade your real name?”
“It is. It’s my mom’s maiden name. She wanted me to have it cause she and my dad weren’t married when I was born. Actually, they never got married. He left before I was five. I have a few vague memories of him. My mom raised me by herself.”
I told her about my childhood and she told me about hers. She told me about her work in corporate America. It seemed odd to think of her in an office, though I was sure she was a tough as nails business woman. I told her about the investment company I’d started and how it had exploded. We shared other bits and pieces of our pasts. After that, we found ourselves talking about everything.
Over the years, our friendship grew, as did our skills in BDSM. Chloe and Kennedy lasted only about a year and a half after I’d met them. It turned out Chloe had needed a cock. After she and Kennedy ended it, she asked me if I’d be her Dom. It just didn’t feel right. I didn’t want to jeopardize my friendship with Kennedy. Chloe understood and found a Dom at another club. I saw her from time to time, and even assisted her new Dom once. It was surprising how open the community was to those types of things.
I’d had some long term relationships, but only a few that ever hit the one year mark, and none that hit the two year mark. My problem was like before, commitment. Even though the community was open, and there were a lot of people who had polyamorous relationships, most of them weren’t truly open relationships.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to share my submissives. I had no problem with that. It never bothered me to see any girl I played with go off and play with another man. It never bothered me that she fucked them either, as long as she was safe. What did bother me was when one of my submissives became jealous when I played with another girl.
Inevitably, that was what ended all of my relationships. None of them ended on bad terms, though I had the feeling I’d broken a heart or two, but in the end, they always wanted a commitment and ended up searching for, and usually finding a guy who would give them what they wanted.
I’d gotten what I wanted for the most part too. I had many play and sexual partners and a great friendship with Kennedy. We’d taken a class on advanced needle play and I was looking forward to trying out some of the new things I’d learned. I wasn’t surprised to get a call from her early Friday evening. We usually went to dinner before hitting our favorite BDSM club.
“Hey,” she said when I answered the phone.
“So where are we going for dinner tonight?” I asked her. I was in the mood for steak, but I knew she liked to try crazy shit like sushi or something exotic. “Anything with red meat.”
“You and your meat,” she teased. “You can pick anywhere you want, cause I have a favor to ask you.”
My interest was piqued. “So ask,” I said. She’d asked for favors in the past. So had I. We borrowed each other’s equipment, drove each other to the airport, and even once, I drove her home after a minor medical procedure.
“I’d rather ask at dinner.”
Well, that put me a bit on edge. “Okay, but so you know, I want both of my kidneys, but if you want a sperm donation, then it’s gonna have to be the old fashioned way. You’re gonna have to let me fuck you.”
It was a long running joke of ours. She was a diehard lesbian and hadn’t been with a man in a decade. It was one of the things that worked for us. “Nice try Kade, I’m not fucking you.”
“Just because you’re afraid you’ll be addicted.”
“Uh huh,” she deadpanned. “Just pick the place for dinner.”
“Bootz at six,” I said, picking a bar that specialized in steak.
I got there before her, and ordered a glass of whiskey. She arrived just at six. She always did that, either she was really great with timing, or she sat in her car down the block or something. Either way, it was a quality I admired in her. She looked hot walking into the bar and caught the eye of every male in the place. It was funny because I knew she wasn’t interested in a single one of them.
She was wearing leather pants and a black t-shirt, ripped in all the right places showing her cleavage. Her boots were to her ankles, but had high heels. She walked straight over to me and sat down at the table across from me.
She hadn’t been there thirty seconds and a waiter came over with a drink, something fruity I could tell. “This is from the gentleman at the bar.” He set it down in front of Kennedy.
That took a lot of balls, to order a drink for a woman when it appeared she was on a date with me.
Kennedy picked up the glass and handed it back to the waiter. “No thank you. I’ll buy my own drinks. And I’d like Jack please.”
The waiter looked a bit stunned, to be holding the drink again. “Sure, okay, um, do you want that with coke?”
She turned slowly toward him and gave him that look you either get from your mother, your teacher or you Domme when you’ve fucked up. Then she looked back at me and said, “Did he ask you if you wanted coke when you ordered your drink?”
The waiter didn’t wait around to hear any more. He scurried over to the bar, put her unwanted drink down and said something to the guy who had bought it.
“Now look what you did,” I said with a laugh. “You went and broke two hearts.”
She smirked. “I would like to get that waiter on the cross though. Then you’d see what I’d break.”
“Thought you didn’t like men,” I said, wondering if there was something I didn’t know. She was mostly a mystery to me, even though we talked and hung out all the time.
“Wanting to fuck a guy and wanting to do cock and ball torture on him are two different things.”
I winced. “I guess they are.”
The waiter came back with Kennedy’s drink and set it down. She smiled up at him. “Very good,” and patted his hand. He smiled back and blushed before walking away. “See? He’d be a perfect submissive, but guys are so much work, so much ego stroking.”
“Hey,” I said. “I don’t need my ego stroked. But if you’re offering to stroke things...”
She smirked. “Anyway, I said I had a favor to ask, and I don’t want to beat around the bush.” I let the chance to comment that she’d rather beat the bush go because she looked serious. “So you know how a few weeks ago I went that other club to meet up with an old friend?”
I nodded. I remembered it vaguely. I had decided not to go with her because I had a planned scene with this hot new girl who had joined the club recently. I had a scene with her later tonight as well.
“So his name is Seth, and he’s got this submissive who lives with him. She lives being a submissive 24/7.” My eyebrows raised. I’d only heard of that a few times. It was really hard to do. “Well, actually, she lives it 24/6.9?” I was even more confused and I guessed it showed on my face. “And occasionally, she lives as a human.”
“Human? What the hell is she the rest of the time, an alien, a robot?” I couldn’t help but to chuckle.
Kennedy didn’t laugh though. “No, she lives as a ‘pet’.”
This made me stop laughing too. I’d always found that really hot. I mean, I had no desire to fuck an actual dog, but a woman who crawled around and acted like a dog, obeying her owner was a fucking turn on.
“I thought that would get your attention,” Kennedy teased.
“So she lives like a dog pretty much 24/7?”
“Not really a dog. She doesn’t identify with any animal in particular, just that she’s a ‘pet.’ She wears a collar and he walks her around on a leash. She always wears a tail, though the color varies by Seth’s mood. I don’t know too much about her. I’m going to find out more tonight.”
“She’s going to be at the club?”
Kennedy nodded her head once. “Yes, I said I wanted to meet her. Seth has asked me for a favor, and I’d like to say yes, but I’ll need your help.”
I smirked. “You need me to help you dominate her?”
Kennedy actually rolled her eyes. “No, I’m pretty sure I could handle a kitten, though she does sound complex. Actually, the whole situation is complex.”
We paused our conversation when the waiter returned. I waited until after he took our orders and walked away before continuing the conversation, “Complex how?”
“Seth lives on this huge property just outside of town. I actually met him at this party he threw. He has a dungeon there that would rival the clubs. He’s big into the lifestyle and always has several submissives. He comes from money, but his family doesn’t know about his lifestyle or his pet. I guess it’s pretty easy to keep it from them since they are in Europe. That’s where the favor comes in. He’s going overseas for about a month, four weeks to be exact. Part of it is vacation, part is family business. He doesn’t think taking her would be a good idea. He asked me if she could stay with me. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have a live in play partner, and I’ve been curious about having a pet, so I said I’d do it.”
I had to admit, I was a bit jealous, but happy for her.
“The thing is,” she continued. “I have to go on this work trip. It’s supposed to be a week, but it’s the startup of a new division in Moscow, so it will probably take a week and a half, two weeks tops. I can tell Seth I can’t do it and to find someone else, but I was thinking, that since it’s no secret this type of thing turns you on, maybe you’d want to take her while I was gone, providing Seth is okay with that.”
A minute ago, I was jealous, but when the same opportunity fell into my lap, I was a bit skeptical. “What would I have to do?”
“I’m not entirely sure. Seth said she didn’t require a lot of work, but who knows what that means. I told him I wanted to talk more about it at the club.”
Our dinner came and we ate it, talking a bit more about Seth and his pet. I had to admit, it did intrigue me.
We arrived at the club about a half hour after it had opened. The parking lot was about half full, so I knew it would be a busy night. I grabbed my bag and case containing my floggers from the trunk and walked into the club. It was routine for me now, so I had my driver’s license out and handed it to the woman behind the counter.
Kennedy and I were buzzed in. Mandy, the submissive I had planned a scene with was already there. She bounced over to me and threw her arms around me giving me a big hug. I returned the affection. “So eager, little one,” I chuckled, putting my arm around her.
We walked through the club together, while she chatted excitedly to me, and to the new friends she’d made. When we entered the main play space, Kennedy was already there. She was talking to a blonde guy sitting on one of the leather couches. He had women sitting on each side of him, both blondes as well. They were wearing lingerie, complete with thigh highs and garters. Both had very large breasts, no doubt the result of plastic surgery. They were doting on him, and maybe I’d have been interested, though probably not, if I hadn’t placed all my attention on the girl sitting at his feet. That had to be her, his pet.
She had long, dark, wavy hair. It was down, and despite wearing the headband with cat ears, her hair covered her face from my angle. It was really long, flowing over her breasts, which were nearly as large as the two sitting beside Seth. It was no doubt, what his favorite part of the female anatomy was.
I continued my visual inspection from across the room. Her skin had a slight tan to it, giving off a warm glow. Maybe she was Hispanic or Middle Eastern. It was hard to tell from so far away, and really, it didn’t matter to me at all.
She sat at his feet, back straight, with her legs tucked beneath her, bent at the knee. Her arms were at her side. I had the perfect view of her profile. How I wished I could move that curtain of hair and see the rest of her.
I couldn’t see her neck, but I assumed there was a collar because Seth was holding a leash and the metal chains disappeared behind her. The idea that she was on a leash made my dick hard.
“I’m ready to serve you, Sir,” Mandy said, standing in front of me, blocking my view of Seth and his girls, and refocusing my attention on her.
“That’s a good girl,” I said, pushing thoughts of the pet from my mind and focusing it where it should be. I wanted to scene with Mandy in a private room so I could flog her, use the crop on her, and then fuck her mouth and pussy until the swelling in my pants went away. The problem was that it was a busy night and all of the private rooms were taken.
“How do you feel about doing our scene out here?” I asked her, running my fingers under her chin, holding it up so I could look into her eyes.
“I’d like that,” she said.
Her eyes told me that her words were the truth.
She was wearing a thigh length blue silk robe, which she removed when we got to the cross. One look at her hot body and I was back in the proper head space to Dominate her. She was facing the cross, so I worked her back and ass over. I started out with a warm up flogger. Then I moved to the paddle. I loved the way her skin was turning pink. Her whimpers and moans were turning me on and I loved when she screamed out as I hit her hard a few times with my bare hand.
Moving in closer, I reached around and pinched her nipples. She cried out as I twisted them. “Yellow!” she whispered, so only I could hear.
I tried not to show my disappointment. I always respected my submissive’s safe words, but it was frustrating to be getting into it and have them stop me. I waited a moment for her to regain her composure. She nodded and I resumed my torture of her breasts. I squeezed her nipples, a little less roughly this time.
I flogged her back more until I could tell she’d had enough. The scene had only taken about thirty minutes. She was new and couldn’t take much. It wasn’t anything I minded. Had the club been less busy, we’d have spent the remaining time with her on her knees in front of me, listening to the lovely sounds of her choking on my cock.
It had been enough though. I wasn’t hard anyway. It took a lot more sadism for me to get turned on.
Releasing her wrists from the cuffs, I handed her robe and she went to sit down on a couch. It was the same leather couch that Seth and his girls had been on earlier. They were gone, and for a brief moment, I thought perhaps they’d left before I could talk to him.
I was wiping down the cross with the disinfectant when I saw the door to a private room open.
Kennedy poked her head out. “When you’re finished,” she mouthed.
I nodded and went back to cleaning. I packed up my floggers and walked with my case over to Mandy. I sat down next to her, expecting to administer after care, but she was already talking to another female submissive.
“I guess, I mean, I just did a scene. Let me ask him if he minds.”
She felt the weight of me on the couch and turned toward me. “Thank you so much for the scene. It was great. Jessie was asking if I wanted to join her and her boyfriend for a scene in a bit. Do you mind?”
I ran my hands through her hair. I guess I’d misjudged. She could have taken more. I didn’t mind though. I had other things to do as well. “No, go and have fun. You were wonderful. I’m going to go talk to Kennedy now. Enjoy yourself.”
She hugged me tight and I held her a moment. It had been a good scene, but there just wasn’t the connection there that often happened between a Dom and submissive. Maybe she had a wall up, maybe I did. I’d think on it later, if it still bothered me.
I gave her one final kiss on the forehead and walked over to the private room. I waited a moment before opening the door, just observing through the window. Both of the blondes were busy. One was sucking Seth’s cock, the other had her head buried between Kennedy’s legs. His pet was sitting on the floor, her back to me watching the woman sucking Seth’s cock. I wondered if it bothered her. From my experience, there was always some level of jealousy.
I still couldn’t see her face, but I had an excellent view of her heart shaped ass. And from this angle, I could see something dark between her cheeks. My eyes widened, it was a tail. I just couldn’t see all of it. How I’d love to inspect her.
Seth looked up and saw me. He waved me in. I opened the door quietly. Neither of the blondes stopped what they were doing. “Hey, nice scene,” he said when I closed the door behind me.
“Thanks. Just a quick one. She’s new to the club. Low pain tolerance.” I stood in the doorway watching Kennedy and Seth. Kennedy’s eyes were closed, her hand in the blonde’s hair, holding her tight to her pussy. Both women were moaning softly. It was different with Seth. He was quiet, but the blonde was making sucking sounds except when he pushed down on the back of her head and she gagged.
In his other hand was the end of the leash. He wasn’t holding it tightly, it just lay there in his open palm. “Come on in,” he said, letting go of the blonde’s hair and motioning me closer to the couch he was sitting on.
Kennedy was standing next to the cross with the blonde on her knees, head between her thighs.
“Kennedy told me that she’d need some help when she’s pet sitting for me.”
He made it sound like I was watching his cat or feeding a goldfish or something. “Yes, she mentioned it briefly, but she didn’t have many details.” I didn’t want to give him the impression that I wasn’t interested, but I also didn’t want him to think that I was ready to jump into something that I knew nothing about. As hot as she looked from behind, and as turned on as I was by the idea of having a woman submit to me for a week straight, I needed to know a hell of a lot more before I agreed.
“While you had your scene, I introduced my pet to Kennedy. I thought I’d do the same with you. Let you two get to know each other a bit. I’ll tell you a bit about her as you do.”
I walked closer, stopping when I was right behind his pet. Still she didn’t move. She had a great deal of self control.
“Raven,” he said, looking at her. “I’d like you to meet my friend Kade.”
At his words, the dark haired submissive turned toward me. She stayed on her knees and looked up at me. She had dark brown eyes with long thick lashes. The name Raven fit her perfectly.
“Hello Raven,” I said in a soft tone.
She smiled up at me. I waited a moment for her to say something then realized she wasn’t going to.
“Go ahead, pet her,” Seth encouraged.
Though the blonde’s head was still bobbing up and down, he was paying far more attention to Raven and me.
I wasn’t new to the BDSM world, and I even knew quite a bit about pony play and other types, but I’d never been involved directly.
I reached down and let my hand glide over her hair. It was soft. My fingers grazed her cheek and she leaned into my hand, the way a cat might. She looked up at me when my hand touched her shoulder. I wasn’t sure if I should continue my “petting” or not. I glanced at Kennedy who was watching me, but was very busy with the submissive licking her pussy. I looked to Seth.
He grabbed the back of the blonde’s head and pulled her off of his cock. He reached down into a small duffle bag that was at his feet and handed the blonde a glass dildo. “Practice on this, slut.”
She began sucking the glass cock and Seth leaned forward. “Don’t be afraid to touch her. First of all, she loves it. She likes being touched, played with, used. Think of her the way she thinks of herself. If this were my cat or dog, would you hesitate petting it? You wouldn’t worry where you were touching.”
I wanted to point out to him that if I was petting his dog, I probably wouldn’t rub its genitals, but I did get his point. I’d think nothing of rubbing its belly.
“Maybe a better way to think about it is to think of her like a horse or cow. You wouldn’t think anything wrong with riding a horse or having one pull a carriage would you?” He didn’t wait for me to answer. “No. That’s what it’s for. And you sure wouldn’t ask it permission, it’s just an animal. Raven is the same way. This is what she’s for. She is here to please you, to make you feel good, and you sure as hell don’t have to ask her for permission, she’s an animal.”
I looked to her to see if he’d offended her, but her facial expression remained the same. She’d probably heard this before, and, I reasoned with myself, she chose this. This was how she wanted to live, to be treated.
“Most mornings we start off with an inspection,” Seth said. “Inspection position one,” he commanded.
Raven jumped to her feet and spread her legs, shoulder wide. She laced her fingers together and placed them behind her head. Her eyes were on the floor. Seth stood. He moved in front of her.
When she’d moved into inspection position, she’d shaken her head so that her hair was falling down her back, giving me a perfect view of her front. She had tiny pink nipples. I’d half expected them to be pierced, but they weren’t. Kennedy had a thing for pierced nipples. I could go either way. I liked them if they helped me to torture a woman.
“Doesn’t she have great teats,” He said it as teats rather than tits. I supposed that was the correct term if she was an animal. He squeezed them roughly.
I looked at her face. She was wincing, holding her breath.
“I have rings that attach to these,” he said, pulling on one of the barbells making her cry out.
It was the first time I’d heard her voice. The sound shot straight to my dick.
“Sometimes I hang weights on them and recently I’ve started hooking her up to a milking machine. I can tell she doesn’t like it from the screaming she does, but she’s my pet, and I want her to have longer nipples.”
I wasn’t sure why he wanted to fuck with her nipples. They were perfect, but I would like to see them stretched out and hear her crying out in pain.
I was thinking about squeezing them when Seth said, “Inspection position two.”
Immediately Raven moved. She turned around and put her hands on the couch. She was basically bent over at the waist, and had given me a great view of her tail. If fell between her legs, obstructing my view of her pussy.
Seth ran his hands down her back, one on each side of her spine until they got to the tail. “She likes wearing a tail, and wears one almost all of the time, though for some reason she doesn’t like anal.” He gave a short laugh. “It’s not like I don’t fuck her ass though. She’s my pet and I am going to use all her holes. Besides, I love how she whimpers and sometimes tries to move away. I generally tie her down to fuck her ass.”
Again, my cock jumped at the thought.
He gave her tail a quick tug and she moaned, but he didn’t pull it out. Instead, he moved the dark brown horse hair to the side. It was amazing that it was the same color as her hair, and had I not known better, I might have believed it was actually her tail.
He put the long hair on her back and ran his fingers over her pussy. Despite her tiny frame, she had large pussy lips. They were pink, puffy and smooth. He ran his finger over them twice, then spread them slightly, letting his finger split them in half rubbing as he went. “She grooms herself, which is good. I don’t have time to give her a bath or shave her, though you can if you’d like.”
I’d never cared for a submissive in that way, yet something about giving her a bath or taking a shower with her intrigued me, and the idea of shaving her pussy had me semi hard.
Seth slipped a finger inside of her pussy and I heard her moan. It almost sounded like a purr as he pumped it in and out slowly. “She’d let you do this all day. She’s fun to play with. She’ll let you put anything to her cunt too. I’ve put in dildos, I’ve fisted her, hell, once I even put in a bottle of water. It was ice cold, you should have heard her scream. I thought for sure she’d call red, but that’s the thing about Raven, she never calls red. I think I could kill her before she’d say it.” He stroked stopped fingering her and fixed her tail. “But I’d never.” He paused a moment and we both admired her ass in silence. “Inspection position three,” he barked.
She moved a third time. This time she dropped to her knees and put her head on the floor. Her ass was in the air. Her hands reached behind her, holding her ass cheeks apart.
“She does this so you can switch out the tail she’s wearing, and of course, remove it if you’re going to fuck her ass. She likes to wear one all the time, she even sleeps with it in. She takes care of it when she bathes or when she uses the bathroom.”
“Does she uh, is she housebroken?” I asked.
Seth chuckled. “Kennedy asked the same thing.”
I looked over at Kennedy who was stroking the blonde’s hair still as the girl continued to lick her cunt. Kennedy smiled.
“But yes, she’s housebroken. She uses a toilet, but, as I told Kennedy, if she’s nude and outside, she will squat to pee. She seems to enjoy that.”
I tried to picture myself taking her out on the front lawn, the neighbors walking by. Me waving as Raven squatted on the end of her leash, pissing on the grass.
“She likes to be treated like an animal,” Seth repeated. “But she is a special animal, she’s my pet. And she’s a good pet and obeys her owner.” He looked to Raven. “Raven, suck my dick.”
She moved from her inspection position and crawled to him. A moment later, his dick was in her mouth and she was moving her head up and down on his cock.
“Uhhh… fuck…” Seth moaned. He seemed far more distracted with Raven’s mouth on his cock then he had been with the blonde, who was still sucking on the glass dildo, though she was watching Raven. If looks could kill, Raven would have died twice.
Seth rubbed Raven’s head and then said, “Raven, suck Kade’s dick.” My eyes opened wide, not only from his command, but from her spinning around and crawling quickly to me.
She looked at me with a puzzled expression on her face.
“Do you want her to take it out, or do you want to?”
“I’ve got it,” I said, quickly unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants.
Raven looked up at me then back to my cock.
Just as I got it out, and she leaned in to suck it Seth said, “Raven, suck my cock.”
She turned back around and a moment later, her lips were wrapped around him.
“I know, cruel.” He laughed.
I was about to say that, but I wasn’t sure what he was playing at.
“Go ahead, tell her to suck your cock.”
I wanted her mouth on my cock so bad. It was weeping precum. “Raven, suck my cock.” It was like I hadn’t even said it. She didn’t even finch. Seth’s cock continued to disappear down her throat. I said it again, this time a bit louder. “Raven, suck my cock!” Again, she did nothing.
Seth looked at me.
“She’s a good girl, and she obeys like none other.”
Sure didn’t seem it to me, I thought. “But she only listens to the person who owns her, the person holding her leash.” He handed me her leash. She continued sucking his cock. “Try one more time.”
I held the leather loop in my hand. The silver links connected it to the loop of the collar around her neck. It moved slightly with each bob of her head. I cleared my throat and said, “Raven, suck my dick.”
Instantly, she stopped sucking on Seth and turned toward me.
She was a bit slower this time, her eyes glanced at my hand holding her leash. That seemed to reassure her and she made her way over to me. She looked up at me, locked eyes with mine, and took my cock into her mouth.
She took me over halfway in, before pulling her head back. The amount of suction she used was perfect. Her tongue was doing something amazing on the underside of my cock. It had only been going on for about 15 seconds and it was already the best blow job of my life. If I didn’t do something, I’d end up coming in less than a minute.
“Ohhh fuck,” I moaned when she started bobbing her head up and down faster.
“I know right?” Seth said, moving back to the couch and taking the glass dildo from the blonde. She went right back to sucking his cock.
I knew I was getting the far superior blow job. I looked back down at Raven, not wanting to take my eyes from her. I could hear the sounds of the blonde gagging on Seth’s cock. “What happens if I’m going to come?” I asked, trying to hold off even longer. I didn’t want the best blow job of my life to be over before it even started.
“Come wherever you want,” he said. “She loves it when you feed her, so come down her throat if you want to reward her, or even on a chair or the floor. She’ll lick it up.
The thought of that was so hot, and combined with the gagging from Seth’s blonde and the amazing tongue work from Raven, I was holding the back of her head and looking into her big brown eyes as my cock emptied what felt like a gallon of cum into her mouth.
She swallowed as my cock jerked, coming in spurts. She pulled back a bit and licked my head clean. I thought it was over, that she was done, but she looked up at me, and when I didn’t say anything, she went back to sucking my cock.
“Shit,” I growled. It was hypersensitive.
“Oh yeah, forgot to tell you. She won’t stop until you tell her to. I’ve gotten her to give me three in a row before. I figure she’d have gone four, but I was sore and I didn’t want to break her jaw.”
I knew what he meant. Her oral skills were amazing. I’d hate for her to be out of commission.
“Why don’t you take her over there,” he said pointing to a chair in the corner of the room. “Enjoy her mouth, pet her, play with her tits and pussy, finger fuck her. Really, just get to know her.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. “Raven, stop,” I said, pulling my cock from her mouth. I turned and walked toward the chair. I wasn’t sure if I’d have to tell her to come with me. I didn’t. As I moved, she came along with the leash.
I sat in the chair and she stood in front of me. Her eyes were on my cock. Mine were on her tits, her nipples to be specific. I ran my hands over her shoulders, down her arms to her elbows and then back up again. This time when I lowered them, I brought them over her breasts. I could hear the slight exhale of air when I gripped them softly. I was surprised, as large as they were, I could tell instantly that they were real. I’d felt my share of implants, and these were all hers. It didn’t matter to me, but it was definitely interesting.
I looked up to her face as my fingers started to close, pushing into her flesh. White marks where my fingers were started to appear. Her breasts flattened out. I heard her whimper, but I didn’t stop. I squeezed harder. She whimpered again, a little louder this time. I didn’t stop, it only fueled me. Squeezing my fingers and thumb together, I pressed down as hard as I could.
“Ahhhh,” she cried out, followed by a low moan that rumbled through her chest.
I released my grip. My fingerprints were still there for a moment, but disappeared. Her nipples had hardened. I pinched one and twisted. She whimpered again and I continued to twist, adding a pull. Her body moved forward. I liked that. I’d be able to pull her around by her tits.
While I held her nipple tight in my left hand, my right moved down her stomach toward her bare pussy. I’d seen it from behind, soft and smooth, but now it was my turn to inspect it. My finger slid between her lips and found her clit already swollen. I was surprised at how wet she was. She hadn’t seemed that wet when Seth had fingered her. I slipped a finger inside of her. It was my turn to groan. She was warm, wet and so very tight. I wanted to fuck her, but we hadn’t talked about limits. Hell, we hadn’t talked at all, and that bothered me a bit, but she was clearly enjoying what I was doing and she could have moved away from me at any time.
I pushed my finger into her pussy as deep as it would go, then pulled it out slowly. In and out it went, each time bringing more wetness. I released her nipple only to pinch the other one. The wetness on my hand confirmed that she liked it rough too. Man, the things I could do with this girl. A smile spread across my face, the things I would be able to do with her for a whole week.
In and out, my finger went until my entire hand was drenched. I had rubbed her clit with my thumb and I could feel her squirming. I wanted to force her to come, but again, I wasn’t sure of her rules and I didn’t want to do anything to upset either her or Seth.
I looked over at him. He was watching me as he continued to get a blow job. I could tell he was a hell of a lot closer than he’d been before by his breathing.
Kennedy was enjoying herself too. She was moaning and pulling on her sub’s hair.
I decided to let it go and not interrupt either of them. If things went well, there would be plenty of time for all of this. I pulled my finger from her body and held it to her. “Do you clean up after yourself pet?” I asked, not expecting to get an answer.
“She’ll...do anything...you...ask,” Seth moaned. “Anything.”
Well that was a statement, and I was sure it wasn’t completely true. Everyone had limits, but I knew what he meant. “Clean yourself off my finger, Raven,” I said, looking into her eyes.
She maintained eye contact as she took my finger into her mouth, licking her juices from it.
I loved how she looked me in the eyes so much of the time.
Her mouth on my finger reminded me of how much I’d loved it on my cock. “Good girl,” I said, pulling my finger from her mouth. “Now suck my cock,” I commanded her.
She instantly dropped to her knees and took me into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, sucking hard and doing that thing with her tongue. I ran my fingers through her hair and pushed down. She gagged, but I held it there. I loved how she squirmed. Finally, I let her up. She pulled off a moment, caught her breath, then went back to sucking. I waited a full minute before pushing her head down once more. I held it down even longer this time. I closed my eyes and just listened to the sounds of the room.
She was gagging, Seth was talking to his submissive giving her instructions, and Kennedy was moaning, on the verge of climax.
When Kennedy came, I let Raven’s head off my cock. She took even longer to catch her breath and I was pleased to see I’d choked her so her eyes watered. When she lowered her head onto my cock again, I ran my fingers through her hair, but didn’t hold her head down. Instead, I just let her use her mouth to please me.
Since I’d just come, I was able to enjoy her mouth more.
Seth on the other hand didn’t seem to be enjoying his. I heard him say, “Do you want to taste my cum?”
I saw the blonde’s head nod while she was sucking. He grabbed her hair and pulled her off of him. She yelped. He stood up and walked over to where Raven and I were. He took the leash from me. I knew it was his prerogative, but it did piss me off. She and I were in the middle of a scene. “Raven, continue to suck Kade,” he instructed.
She never missed a beat, nor did she when he moved behind her, knelt down, and spread her legs. He held her hips as he slammed into her.
It was hot. Her entire body moved with his thrusts, but she didn’t forget what she was doing with her mouth. If anything, she only got better.
“Fuck that’s hot,” Kennedy moaned, staring at us. “Yes… suck it slut… that’s it… here I come… ooooh, yes… yes… that’s a good slut.”
I looked away from Kennedy. I loved watching her come, but I wanted to look at my cock disappearing into Raven’s mouth and stare into her eyes as she looked up at me.
Apparently, Seth liked Kennedy’s climax as much or more than I did. He picked up the pace and slammed into her even harder. She was moaning, grunting and gagging on my cock when Seth pushed her forward too fast.
I was close to a third orgasm.
Kennedy had moved from in front of the cross to the couch Seth had been sitting on. She had the submissive who had licked her over the arm of the couch and was slowly sliding her fingers in and out of her pussy and ass, two fingers in each hole. The other submissive was sitting on her knees, watching Seth fuck Raven.
Raven continued sucking my cock, swirling her tongue. Seth pounded hard and fast. Kennedy finger fucked and I lost it. It was too much. Grabbing her hair, I held her there, so I could spray the back of her throat with cum. “That’s it good girl. Drink my cum.”
“Fuuuuuckkkk,” Seth roared, moving his hips at lightning speed. Raven was still swallowing when Seth buried himself deep in Raven’s pussy. He stayed there a moment then pulled out. He turned to the submissive who’d been sucking him. “You wanted to taste my cum? There you go, eat it out of her pussy.”
Raven, hearing that, spread her legs slightly and waited for the other woman to do as she was told. Raven’s mouth was still on my cock, but she hadn’t moved. My hands were still holding her in place. I let her up and she started moving her head. “Raven, that was amazing. You can stop, thank you.”
She seemed confused and paused for a moment, then kept going. Shit, I didn’t have the leash. “A little help.” I laughed.
“Raven, stop. Come here,” Seth said.
I hadn’t wanted her to leave me, just stop sucking my hyper sensitive cock. It turned out to be a good thing though, because when she turned to crawl over to Seth, I got a view of her pussy, cream pie and all. The other submissive chased her, licking at the cum. Raven rested her head on Seth’s thigh.
He gave her a moment and then said, “Alright, give us a few minutes sluts. Take Raven and sit outside the door.”
Kennedy stopped finger fucking her submissive. The woman stood and headed to the door. Seth moved with them and when Raven went out, he closed the door behind her, though it didn’t close all the way, the chain still in it. He turned to me. “So what do you think? Do you think you can care for my pet while Kennedy is away?”
I still had a ton of questions. We couldn’t possibly do this all day. I had a job, and didn’t she do things? What about the other stuff, like what did she eat? “It seems like fun. I have a few more questions though, you know, about how it would actually work.”
Seth nodded. “Well, I’ve only left her once before, for two weeks, but she has been on a few weekend visits. What I’ll do is bring her and her things to your place. She will have a few suitcases. Most are filled with toys you can use on her, some are her things. I’d also bring her food and her crate.”
“Crate?” I asked.
“You know, a dog crate. She has one with a little pad in it. That’s where she sleeps. You can put it the corner of any room. Her food is simple to prepare and she can do that herself as long as you give her access to the kitchen.”
It didn’t seem that complicated. “And what about, you know, this stuff?”
Seth smiled. “I’d like you to do a full scene with floggers, whips and canes at least three times a week, but you can do it every day if you’d like. If there’s anything you’ve ever wanted to try with a submissive but couldn’t find one to do it, now’s your chance.”
That though nearly had my dick hard again. There were a few things I’d always wanted to do, but had never found the right woman. This would be amazing.
“As far as sex, you can fuck her any time you want, as often as you want. You can fuck any hole. I know I told you she doesn’t like anal, but please fuck her ass a few times. It reminds her that it doesn’t matter what she likes, it’s about making you happy.”
I loved the sound of that.
“I want her safe,” he continued. “So unless you’re going to get tested, use a condom.”
“I’m due to get tested next month. It’s something I do twice a year anyway. I’ll get tested before you go then.”
“Sounds good.” He looked out the door at the three sitting on the floor just outside of it waiting. “I do have a play date planned for her while I’m gone with the guy who traded me these two. There may be a few others. I’ll give you her calendar when I bring her over or text you. Just check to make sure they have current testing papers or tell them to use condoms. And as far as parties you might have, she can handle up to five guys at once, any more than that, make them take turns.”
I hadn’t even thought of that. My friends would sure view poker night differently if Raven was there.
“Of course, papers or condoms with them, with anyone.”
“Of course,” I responded.
“What about work?” Kennedy asked, weighing in. “Can she stay home alone?”
It seemed an absurd question, she was an adult, in her twenties, but I’d wondered the same thing. Though I could work from home, I usually went into the office every day.
“Yes, she can stay home, and you can even take her out with you. Just tell her that she needs to “play human” and she will do it. She won’t talk or anything, but she will dress up for you.”
Everything was set. In two weeks, I’d have a houseguest. I couldn’t have been more excited.