???

Am I Wolf? Am I Vixen? Fuck, I have a real name too. Max. Is it my real name? That didn’t feel correct either. They hung off me like clothes that were tailored for someone else.

I was having recurring dreams of Pussycat Park. Earlier in the week, I only woke up anxious with a vague sense of what I had been dreaming. But it kept getting clearer, and last night it was incredibly vivid.

It started on the bus, the one I took to work. And Kitten was there. In her glasses and one of her nerdy little outfits that got me going. Looking amazingly fuckable. And I sat next to her, and she nervously bit her lip and watched me. Then the bus stops in front of the park. Kitten smiles at me. That weird, perverted smile, and she runs. And I follow.

She led me through the park while I gave chase. I grew more and more unhinged and desperate to fuck her till finally she led me to a clearing. I stepped out of the woods and found the bench. The place where this all started. And she told me to stop, to stay away. But she had that smile, that wicked little grin she couldn’t put away, that meant she wanted it.

Then I was grabbed by the back of the neck and shoved to the ground. I looked behind me, and it was Mistress. She was naked, her wonderful breasts pushed together as she held me down. I was powerless underneath her. Between her legs was a large, dripping, rock-hard cock. “My, my. What are you doing so late on the playground, little girl? Do you mind, Red?”

Red? I searched for her, but couldn’t find her anywhere. But I heard her voice. “I don’t want her anymore. Fuck her if you want. Hell, you can keep her. I’ve got better shit to be doing than fucking with little girls.”

I tried to call to her, beg her for help. But no sound came out of my mouth. I felt my panties being pulled down, and that’s when I realized I was wearing a dress. Frilly and green and adorable with ribbons and bows. I was… I was really cute.

Then Kitten screamed. “Get off me! Get off! No, stop!” And I looked up, there I was as well. Naked and bending her over the bench and fucking her hard as she grinned and kicked. Her hands playing with her cunt as I fucked her ass.

“You can keep that cheating fucker too. Who fucking needs him? Their both not my fucking problem.” Red’s voice became more distant.

Silently, I screamed to her. And Mistress jammed her cock inside me. And then a surreal scene. Sodomized by Mistress, while also being on the bench, giving it to Kitten. And I was in both places at once. Also, I was in neither place. Watching helplessly like a Silent Stranger. Seeing Wolf ravaging Kitten and Vixen being despoiled.

“Fuck you both. I don’t need any of you.” And I finally saw my beautiful Red sneering at me, but she was so far away. Then she turned and walked off into the woods. Away into forests of Pussycat Park, and leaving me confused and with not knowing who the fuck I was.

I woke up in a sweat. Dripping sticky cum from my confused cock. And I couldn’t tell if I was Vixen or Wolf or… someone else.

I needed to be held. But I had slept alone in Red’s bed. So I curled up with her pillow. It smelled like her hair. I missed her. I just needed to be close to her, to sleep in the same bed. God, I missed her.

Tonight I was supposed to perform. But I was scared and had lost all sense of myself. Fuck, who am I supposed to be tonight? I need help.

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Kitten

I don’t like it. The atmosphere is weird. I keep waitin’ for Mistress to show everyone her master plan. You know, how she’s got it all figured out. But so far, she’s given us bupkis. And it’s not like I don’t believe in her. With my whole heart, I do. But hard to tell that to the rest of the talent.

And it’s not like I don’t understand where they’re comin’ from. Not only is our opening act an unrehearsed shit show, Mistress has been holed up half the week with Red. She’s been talkin’ real big about how she’s gonna be a huge part of our little organization. And I love Red, but I’m still not sure. She got a lot to prove.

She’s had one client. One! And some of the people here have been doin’ this for decades. Not everyone wants to star in Mistress’ shows, of course. Most just want to get in and fuck a few people and leave with a thick wad of cash. And that’s fair. But the show drives up prices. It starts bidding wars and drives the rich perverts into a frenzy.

Normally, we use a couple of established veterans for this show. But I’m it for this one. And Mistress has been goin’ on about how this is ‘Red’s big debut’ and how this is about her. But we haven’t been allowed to even talk about it! So this whole thing is riding on me because I’m the only one who knows what’s goin’ on.

And I’m pissed at Mistress for being so hands off about this. And I’m angry at her…

And that makes me feel weird. Because I didn’t use to ever have those sorts of feelings. Mistress could do no wrong in my eyes. She’s been my perfect Goddess. But… I’ve yelled at her. Slapped her even. I’ve never done that before. And I’ve been going behind her back and doing things my way, not hers.

And what’s worse… fuck… I don’t even like sayin’ this… but there are times when I would rather not be with her. Not often. Still, it used to be that any night I wasn’t in her bed was torture. But there are times when I’m just not in the mood for being mind fucked or being tangled in some elaborate scheme. It’s exhausting.

That’s why I like playin’ with Wolf so much. It’s never anything deeper than it needs to be. We’re both kinky and I’ve got some shit to teach him. I like doin’ for him what Mistress has done for me. And I like playin’ with Red. Havin’ her dominate me is different than Mistress, she’s got her own style that’s very direct that I like.

And neither of them leaves me emotionally wrecked at the end of the night and crying myself to sleep.

…

Fuck, I hate this feeling. It’s like I’m cheating on her when I’m not. I just feel like I’ve grown away from her in some ways. And I don’t know if I should be explorin’ that or if it’s like abandoning the woman who saved my life. Fuck, it’s been messing with my head.

And this isn’t the time to be off my game. Everything relies on me. Red and Wolf don’t know shit about what they’re doing. And I can’t get distracted. If I do, this is gonna be a total shit show.

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Red

“That’s what you said. ’It’s going to be a shit show.’ Your fucking words, not mine. ‘It’s going to be a shit show’. Mommy, what the fuck?”

She yawned and sipped on her coffee that Juniper delivered along with a large file full of bullshit about tonight. She tossed the file into the garbage as soon as Juniper left without ever looking at it. “Yes, I am aware of what I said. What don’t you seem to understand?”

I stood fucking flabbergasted at her complete nonchalance about this whole thing.

“And start calling me Mistress again. That’s something special for me, and I would be embarrassed if you did it in front of our guests.”

“That’s what would embarrass you, MISTRESS! Not that you’re gonna put on a ‘shit show’?!” I was fucking riled. I had been completely stoked about the idea of these performances since I found out about them. “I thought you understood. I thought, despite the fact that we’re all whores here, that there would be some artistry to it. That you gave a fucking damn about creating something worthwhile.”

Mistress grinned like an asshole. “Oh, Red, I do! And I was not happy with our last few performances. They were so…” She fucking casually sipped her coffee while searching for the right word. “Commercial. They were entirely too commercial. But when I saw you dance, I was reminded of what art should be.”

I threw my hands up in the air. She was being willfully pretentious. “And what pray tell should it be?”

Mistress licked her fucking lips and gave me that look that made me feel like a steak in a butcher’s window. “Alive. Messy. Beautiful.”

I flicked Mistress off. “Messy? Oh, don’t worry. It’s going to be messy!” I started feigning her proper-sounding dialect and mimed her prissy mannerisms. “Oh, Red! Ever been in a fuck show before? No? Why don’t you star in one? Script? Rehearsing? Oh, you don’t need those trivial things. Just fucking improvise! And so what if you fail, if you cannot cut it with my clientèle, there’s always the street corner!”

“I love it when you do an impression of me. I’m going to have to make you fuck me while doing just that.” Mistress growled playfully at me. “And besides, you think far too small.”

I sighed with exhaustion. Whenever I think she’s gone as far as she could, there was always another level of bullshit. “I’ll bite. How am I thinking too small?”

Mistress finished her coffee and beamed proudly. “A game with your career on the line? How boring. No, I’ve risked everything on you. I wasn’t exaggerating when I said this house will fall. I give away most of my money. Safety nets make life so boring, after all. The reason I haven’t had a bad party in years is because I can’t.”

I blinked at her, completely bewildered by her recklessness. “Wait, what about all the money Juniper has?”

“That is her money, not ours. And when I stopped keeping excess funds around, she warned me she would never bail me out. Before I left my family, I lived a life of perfect security. It was an oily feeling knowing how much others suffered so I could live without a worry. And sitting on a pile of cash doing nothing with it? No, never again.”

“So you are telling me if I fuck tonight up and don’t manufacture a decent show…”

“I won’t be able to pay the bills. Or pay off the obscene amount of bribes it takes to keep the cops and government agencies out of my affairs.” She stood up and stretched before heading to the door. “Oh, and only Juniper knows about this. Please don’t tell anyone else, especially Kitten. She worries too much about me as is.”

“You… you really mean…”

“I’ve bet my life on you, Red. Now sit tight. No peeking into the black box with your uniform for tonight! I’ll be by before the party to dress you.”

I watched her in morbid silence as she picked the strap off the table that Kitten had used on me yesterday and started putting it on over her designer pants. And despite all my frustrations and knowing this was absolutely the worst time for this, my pussy started to dampen.

Mistress grinned, she knew. She always did. “This isn’t for you, Red. Now, why don’t you be a good little girl and play with your knots to pass the time? I have some business to attend to before the party. I’ll have a tutor coming by, there are a few things you’ll need to learn before tonight.”

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???

I dressed myself, and even that was proving difficult to figure out. Women’s clothes or men’s? I’ve been dressing up in ladies’ clothes when I was by myself. Been stretching out Red’s wardrobe. Hope she doesn’t get too mad about that. Been wanting to head outside and wear them freely.

But I settled on my boy’s clothes I brought with me for no other reason than still being bad at applying makeup on my own. I had been working on it, but it kept coming up clownish. It’s not like I minded my old clothes. I… don’t think I’m interested in anything beyond cross-dressing when the mood strikes me. I think. Fuck, no time to really explore that.

I knew Red wouldn’t be allowed to talk. I really wanted to speak with her. But I figured Kitten would be able to help me get my head straight. She was sensitive and helped me calm down. And if she couldn’t talk, Bear would probably be someone who would listen.

Thinking of them already made me feel better. Like, I could get my head straight before this all really started going into full gear. I opened the door and there she was.

“Good morning, Wolf.” Mistress. She looked like she was just about to knock.

I froze, and all those warm feelings thinking of my friends chilled. She was the last person I wanted to see. She placed her hand on my chest and, with a slight push of her fingertips, directed me back into the room. The dildo she wore bounced as she walked forward and closed the door behind her.

“What, no ‘Good Morning, Mistress’?” She tutted and shook her head. “You’ll have clients tonight. I do hope you’ll be more polite with them.”

“Sorry, Mistress. Good morning, Mistress,” I said softly. Couldn’t take my eyes off that bouncing cock and thinking of my dream. That helpless feeling of being held on the ground under her and fucked.

“That’s a good girl.” She watched my eyes, knew what I was looking at. Was I a girl now? But… I wasn’t dressed like one. How do I… “You seem confused, Wolf. What’s the matter?”

“I…” Fuck, I didn’t want to have this discussion with her. But I wouldn’t dare tell her that. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. Vixen, I’m your friend. You don’t need to lie to me.” I’m Vixen now?

I nodded my head. “Just a little out of sorts, Mistress. Trying to get my head straight.” I swallowed and closed my eyes. Made it easier to talk to her. “I… I just don’t know who I am anymore.”

“Oh, Wolf, I understand. There’s a lot of pressure on you tonight, isn’t there?” Wolf again. Was she doing this on purpose? Of course, she was. Overwhelming dread started bubbling in my gut and making me ill. “Well, fucking get over it. No one cares if you’re having a fucking identify crisis.”

I put my hands over my eyes and shook my head. “Stop. Please.” There was a quiver in my voice.

Mistress grabbed my hand and pulled it down, looking me in the eye with a sadistic grin. “Max, take off your clothes.” That name… I had almost lost it in my mind. That’s who I am… who I was. But I’m Wolf, or am I Vixen? Or…

“You… you said names made things complicated,” I spoke in a soft whisper. My stomach felt like it was turning over.

“Oh, they do. I’m trying to make a fucking point. I can call you anything, give you any name. But you’ll still be you, yes? Now I said disrobe.”

“Yes, Mistress.” My fingers had already unbuttoned my shirt on her command. Hadn’t even realized I did it. And I stripped down naked. Even my cock was confused, half erect, dripping, not sure what I should be feeling. I whimpered.

“You are trying to pick out who to be tonight. Like choosing a mask. Who do you think will be performing tonight?”

I was fighting back tears. “I don’t know!”

She nodded approvingly. Then pointed to the strap. “On your knees, cock sucker. I’ll tell you.”

“Yes, Mistress.” I was shaking. My body responded to her order, like I couldn’t have stopped myself if I wanted to. Did I want to stop? I didn’t have time to think about it. I had already knelt before her and had begun sliding my mouth down the rubber.

She gripped me by the hair, giving me no time to acclimate my throat. She thrust hard into my mouth. I gagged, but didn’t dare fight it. “You don’t need a name. You don’t need an identity. You are my stupid whore and that’s all you need to be.”

She was rough, and I am still inexperienced. I did my best to just let my jaw go slack and take it. Drool ran down my chin, and I gasped for air any chance I got. My mind went to Kitten, thinking of when I had done this to her and wondering if she had felt as pathetic as I did.

Mistress pulled my head back and slapped me across the face. “Stop thinking.” She gripped the dildo by the base and began smacking me on the cheek with it. “You’re a dumb slut, thinking isn’t your strong suit. It just makes you a lower quality hooker.”

My chest heaved as I fought for breath. The wet dildo slapped me across the cheek again and again. I parted my lips, ready to take the cock back into my mouth. Mistress nodded approvingly before grabbing me by the hair and yanking me down on all fours.

“Whores do what they’re told, and they get paid. That’s all you need to know. That’s all you need to be.” She growled at me and dug her nails into the back of my neck. Leading me, making me crawl, before bending me over the bed.

She didn’t tell me what to do, I just understood what was expected. I reached back and grabbed my ass cheeks. Spreading them wide, the spittle laced cock proved to be poorly lubricated, and it roughly jammed into my asshole. “AH!” I tried to suppress my cries as she aggressively butt fucked me. For my efforts, I was slapped in the back of the head and scolded.

“You think that’s what a client wants? A quiet bitch? Let it out. When someone pays to hurt you, they want to enjoy it!” Mistress dug her nails into my hips and screwed me with a cruel laughter as I writhed. She adjusted her hips slightly with every noise I made.

“Mwaaa! AHH! AHH!” She seemed to find what she was looking for. I guess it was my prostate. When the dildo pounded me, cum drizzled out and a sickening pleasure spread through my body.

“There you go. That’s the look I want on your face. Turn off your useless brain and just fucking take it. Now say it. Repeat it like a mantra with every thrust. ‘I’m a dumb whore.’”

She adjusted the speed of her withdrawal. And with every slam of her hips against mine I obeyed. “I’m a dumb whore. AH!” I-I’m a dumb whore. OH! Fuck… fuck I’m a dumb whore!”

I realized I was smiling. Smiling and cumming. She slapped me again, degraded me. Called me such terrible names… And my body responded by slopping out thick loads of cum underneath me. And all I could do was repeat my mantra.

“I’m a dumb whore. I’m a dumb whore.”

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A Dumb Whore

I lost myself in it. Became dizzy and giddy. Laughing and crying.

“I’m a dumb whore. I’m a dumb whore.” I stopped thinking in terms of Wolf or Vixen. It didn’t matter. And when I almost settled into submission, when I was almost comfortable with being sodomized for her pleasure, she withdrew from my gaping anus. Mistress reached around, and squeezed my dripping cock. “I’m a dumb whore.”

“Correct, now stand up and fuck my mouth. Take fucking charge of my throat.”

I froze, dazed by the sudden shift in power she demanded.

Do you remember playing on a seesaw with kids when you were younger? How sometimes the other kid would lift you up in the air, and keep you stuck high off the ground? And then they get off. And you go from high to low and you just fucking crash your ass into that wood beam and it hurts all to hell.

So imagine that emotionally, and that’s what I was going through. It’s… listen, metaphors are hard when Mistress fucks your brain into soup. But she has ways of getting you back into the moment. She dug her heel into my side and kicked me to my back. Started slapping me across the face with the dildo that had just been fucking my ass. “I am your client, and I want my mouth violated! Get to fucking work!”

I sneered before grabbing her by the thighs and lifting her in the air. Then I rolled and slammed her onto the bed under me. “I’m a dumb whore.” I crawled up her body, my knees eventually pinning her arms underneath me.

“It’s about time. I thought you would never get it, you simple fuck. Who cares who you are? Just do what I tell you. Now are you just going to drip the cum I fucked out of you onto my face or are you going to…”

I grabbed her hard by the cheeks, forcing her mouth into a painful pucker. “You’re a dumb whore, too.” And it was hard to tell for sure, but I think she was smiling when I thrust my cock into her bitchy, warm mouth. Her body spasmed under me as she gagged. I could feel her throat opening and closing around the head of my dick, trying to reject it.

But Mistress, always one to show me she’s in control, still masterfully worked her tongue around my shaft. Showing me that my assault on her uvula didn’t even break her concentration. And her shoulder bucked me into the air. I almost lost my balance and tottered to one side. My dick slipped from her lips. She freed her arm and took a deep breath. “You little runt, I am THE whore!”

She grabbed me by the testicles, squeezed, and pulled my cock back into her wet mouth. I felt myself slide down her velvet throat, and she held me there. Looking up to me with predatory pleasure as her teeth threateningly pressed into the base of my shaft. “I’m a d-dumb whore.” She twisted and slid me out long enough to take a small gasp.

And I realized she was teaching me. I was her student. How to let go of everything about my identity. Let it all flow through me unimpeded and find the pleasure in the moment. Pleasure. Hers was mine. So I tried to wrestle for some control. She wanted that, I could tell. So I pressed my hips hard into her mouth. Pushing her head back into the bed.

I growled. “I’m the dumb whore who will decide when you can breath!”

Mistress twisted and squeezed my testicles in her hand. The pain was excruciating. But I wanted to win. I didn’t back out. I looked into her eyes. For a moment, for a brief moment, I thought I had her. I thought she was about to relinquish control to me.

But that fucking tongue of hers. She worked my shaft in ways I never knew were possible. Pressing firmly and rubbing tightly back and forth, she induced ejaculation with surgical precision. As I came, her hand clenched my family jewels. I filled her throat with cum and tried to pull out. But she held me tight in place, milking me as I whimpered.

When Mistress was satisfied, she released her grip. I stumbled backward, spewing cum across her face and chest. She was gasping for air, the strap on her top had torn when I fell over her and one breast hung out. Her hair was a wreck. But as she sat up and grinned over me as I continued to shoot cum onto myself she had the grim presence of a queen ordering an execution.

“Good, what a good little bitch you are.” She slid her fingers under the strap on her hips and into the pocket of her damp pants. Locked eyes with me, and took a moment to scrape some of my cum off her tit and suck it off her finger. Then she produced a collar. It was the same crimson leather as Red’s belt, but with a large ‘M’ burnt into it. “Welcome to my little family. You’re the bottom fucking rung and don’t forget it.”

The short ritual came oddly naturally. She didn’t need to say anything. I offered her my neck. She tightened the collar till it reminded me that air was a gift she could take away.

“Who are you?”

“I’m property, like I want to be. I’m me, no matter what name I go by.” She nodded, and I think I blushed with pride.

“You’re my dumb whore. And one with such promise.” She leaned down and kissed me, tenderly and almost… lovingly? She tussled my hair playfully. “Good dog! Now find something to tie around your collar. There’s still so much to do.”

I chose one of my ties. It didn’t dig into my skin too badly, and it was quick enough to attach. “Like this, Mistress?”

“Your knot skills are terrible. Something to work on with Red in the future. But it will do for now. Let’s go.” She grabbed the leash and tugged.

“Shouldn’t I get dressed first?” She snapped the collar, choking me. Then she pulled me naked into the hallway. She wasn’t any more composed herself. One tit out and thick cum clinging to her face, she led me down the corridors.

“No. In fact, I prefer you crawl behind me like the dog you are.”

The other talent quickly took notice. They were running around, getting prepared for tonight. But they all stopped to watch with their mouths agape. Mistress took her time and turned corner after corner. I realized she wasn’t going straight to our destination, I was being paraded around. She was displaying her claim.

I must have been pink head to toe, so embarrassed as they giggled and spoke in salacious tones under their breath to each other. And finally as my knees began to ache from the hardwood floors, Mistress stopped and knocked on Kitten’s door.

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Kitten

I knew from the knock it was her. Two raps, strong with a slightly uncomfortable delay between them. Mistress could make even a knock sound terrifying. And I wasn’t in any state to see her. I hadn’t even begun getting ready for tonight. Just wearing a baggy t-shirt with this cute cat on it. Just been dealing with my anxiety of this fucking party.

I opened the door to greet her, maybe she just wanted to blow off a little steam. I could go for that. “Hey there, Miss…”

Her mouth had been fucked. Messy lipstick, cum everywhere. Hair was tangled. And the strap she was wearing over her pants was recently used. Still damp and with fluids. Her tops had ripped, with one of her girls hanging free. I named that one Lucy. Her twin, Ethel, was still hidden by fine silk.

My blood boiled. Sure, I knew Mistress liked getting fucked up every once in a while. But I still hated seein’ it. Like watching someone piss on a Van Gogh. And just as I was wonderin’ who was the one who messed her up when I saw she had Wolf being dragged behind her on a leash.

Mistress’ gaze followed mine, and happily tugged at his collar. He stood up and I could see her lipstick smeared into his pubic hair. Sticky cum all over his belly and chest. His cock was hard, he awkwardly rocked on his feet and refused to look me in the eye.

Fucker.

“Kitten,” she spoke with a hoarse voice. He had been rough with her. She stroked the rubber cock she wore. “Aren’t you going to invite us inside?”

I stared daggers at Wolf, who was already cowering. “Please, won’t you both come in?” I spoke through gritted teeth. He wouldn’t look at me, keepin’ his eyes cast downward. I held the door, and saw most of the talent out there starin’. They all had seen Mistress in this scandalous state. And she let them!

Their fuckin’ smirks and laughter. I flicked them off and slammed the door behind me.

“What’s the matter, Kitten?” I watched as a cold dangle of cum fell off her chin onto the floor. “You seem upset about something.”

“You!” I felt myself grow hot. “BOTH OF YOU! How DARE you!” So I was startin’ to blow my top. Knowing that everyone had seen her in that humiliating condition. Oh, and I knew those assholes. They’ll be snickerin’ and talkin’ about it for years. About the disgraceful way Mistress had allowed herself to be treated by… him!

I snatched the leash from Mistress’ hand and pulled Wolf toward me. Slapped the shit out of him as hard as I could. He didn’t try to stop me. Didn’t flinch. He had been broken in by her, wasn’t himself. I could see that, but was too fucking angry to care. I pulled him in for another and backhanded him.

“After all I’ve done for you, you DARE fucking disrespect my Mistress like this?” I raised my hand for another hit when the collar caught my eye. Red’s leather. And the mark of Mistress. Together on one collar, what the fuck did that mean? “What the fuck is this? You think you can humiliate my Mistress and…”

“Oh, please, Kitten. You are the one humiliating me.”

Her words were like a gut punch. I froze. “Wh-what?”

She shook her head, and I saw she wasn’t bluffin’. Disappointment was painted all over her. “We had such a simple arrangement. I trained you to be a loyal bitch. You love me and do everything I tell you. And all your filthy, perverted dreams are made reality. You became a vulgar little whore and I was so proud. But now look at you.”

My joints locked in place, but my eyes followed her. I could tell I was already cryin’. How could she say that I was…

“Embarrassing! I thought I could loosen your leash, that you were ready for some freedom. But you started thinking for yourself, and that’s never been your strength. Suddenly, you’ve started rebelling, thinking you know better than me? And you’ve just been one big fucked up mess. Look at what you’ve done to yourself.” She walked over to me and roughly wiped tears from my cheek. “Pathetic.”

I gagged back the urge to let go, to just start blubberin’. “I… I thought….” Her fingers wrapped around my throat, squeezing with masterful control as she left me with no air for speaking.

“No! No more thinking. When I tell you to spread your legs, you be a good girl and fucking do it! And you’ll be happy, you’re far too weak to figure this out on your own!”

I looked into her eyes. It wasn’t rage. She wasn’t being mean. This was love. Cruel, pitiful love.

She shoved me back against the wall. “Let’s go back to when it all made sense. You’re my dumb little slut. My fuck toy. And I’ll never again forget it. I’ll keep your bindings tight, and you’ll just be able to sit there and let it happen. You were always so good at that.”

Is that what I needed? To let go of all the confusion. Back like when she first collared me. I never thought about it or questioned what I saw. I just did it. And it felt so fucking freeing.

And with her hand tightening around my throat. But her face softened as she gently offered, “Offer me your submission. Forever. And I’ll take such good care of you. Let go and submit.”

I wanted to. Drop to my knees, kiss her feet. Never question her again. It sounded so simple. “No.” My voice was stern and clear. And it surprised even me.

“You stupid little whore. What did you just say?”

Wolf was watching, cowering. He didn’t know what to do, but he hated what he saw. And she had collared him. If I gave in, he was gonna be treated just like me. And somewhere in the hurt, somewhere in the humiliation of havin’ her talk like that in front of Wolf, I found anger! “I said no!”

Mistress slapped me. Her lip curled into a snarl, and she spat in my face. “You think about what you are saying, you little cunt. You are nothing but a pathetic, foolish, desperate stray cat. Get on your fucking knees!” Wolf whimpered. Mistress smirked and looked at me like I was filth and… something snapped.

“NO!” I curled my fingers and raked her across the face, leaving three small scratch marks on her cheek. Her hand let go of my throat, and I pushed her back. “No! I can make my own fucking decisions! Maybe you don’t know what’s best for me, maybe I fucking do!”

“Yes?” Mistress stared at me, her eyes wide with… pride. She daintily touched her cheek and held out her fingers to look at her blood. She smiled so beautifully. “Finally, my little girl is growing up.”

I stumbled, and Wolf dove in and caught me. I felt like a wave of exhaustion pulled me into an undertow. Almost like it was a dream, I watched the blood trickle down her cheek. Cat scratches… deep too. Those are going to leave a mark for a while. Oh shit.

And I hadn’t seen so much love in her eyes before. Like… like I was perfect. “I’ve been so worried you would never get here… I just…” She was choking up. She touched the scratches. “Thank you. I will remember this moment forever.”

“Kitten, are you OK?” Wolf was holding me tenderly. I realized I was tremblin’ all over. I looked down at my nails. Had a bit of her skin under my fingers.

I stood up. I thought about what I had said, what I did. And I didn’t feel bad at all. I repeated it. “You don’t know what’s best for me, I do.” So here I am, having a big fucking revelation about life, love, and my relationship with Mistress and I’m wearing my cat pajamas. And I don’t know why, but that didn’t seem right. “I know better than you!”

And I try to dramatically rip off my giant t-shirt. And I am really fucking sweating and I hadn’t realized that until I’m all wrapped up in this oversized damp t-shirt. And after several seconds of me grunting and struggling, Wolf asks, “Do you need help?”

“Yes,” I muttered, feeling like I had lost a little momentum. And he helps take my shirt off. And I go right up to Mistress like that didn’t just happen. And I grab her by the chin and tilt her face, and look at my claw marks. “You fucking deserved that!”

“You’re god damn right I did. I’ve deserved it for years, Kitten. And finally, you gave it to me.” She snatched me by the wrist and pulled me close. Kissing me. Firm, a bit sloppy. Passion, oh so much fucking passion “I’m going to make every dream you ever had come true. Now tell me, what the fuck do you want?”

I felt like I was floating, so god damn warm all over. “I want to lick his fucking cum off you, it’s been botherin’ me.” I snarled and lunged into her neck, sucking a congeled cold glob off her. I sunk my teeth down into Mistress’ flesh and she moaned like an absolute whore. “Then I want him to fuck me. The real messed up way I like to do it. Where I keep telling him to stop, and he just gets rougher.”

“Ooo, but we’ll have to hurry. We have a party later. And Kitten?” She was getting riled as my warm tongue scraped the ropey strands of cum off her.

“Yes, Mistress?” Her hand was trying to guide me, think it was instinctual for her. I pushed back against her grip and drug my face across her tits like I wanted to do! I went where I wanted on her body, at least this time.

“After Wolf has had a go at you, may I as well?” She playfully flicked her hips and bounced the dildo against my belly.

I giggled, “If you can find time in your busy day to pencil it in, I’ll put up a really good fight for ya. You’re gonna need to really fucking wrestle me to the ground!”

Wolf raised his hand to clarify. “Ok, but I get to stay and watch that, right?” He’s oddly polite for a guy who rails me like a depraved monster. One of the things I like about him. Such a sweety.

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Red

Not long after Mistress had left, there was a knock on the door. It was Bear again, the cute guy who wasn’t shy about having conversations. He had another meal with him, not that I felt like eating. I was a bundle of nerves.

“Hey Red, I’m supposed to come in this time.”

I popped an eyebrow. “Really? Says who?”

“Mistress, actually. She wanted me to run over how the night will operate. Still feels weird going in there.” Something about Mistress’ room spooked him.

“Oh? Good, I guess. She refuses to tell me shit.” I opened the door and invited him in.

“Clothes today! You’re doing better, I see!” I hadn’t dared look in the black box, even though it was so temptingly available. Could just lift the lid and Mistress wouldn’t be the fucking wiser. But I had resisted and instead was wearing a very fuzzy bathrobe over the lingerie I had not worn last night.

“Yeah, doing great. I had a nice evening in with some friends. Kitten butt fucked me for the first time. That was very exciting.” Shit, I think my filter might be a little off after being stuck in here for a week.

He laughed, “You too? She got Vixen last week! She’s a menace!”

“Huh, guess I didn’t really clock that.” I thought about it for a second. “Kind of romantic when you think about it. You know, how she was both our firsts.”

The look he gave me while he nodded seemed to indicate that maybe it wasn’t, but he superficially agreed anyway. “Yeah, sure!”

It was nice having Bear to talk to. And look at. Had a wild idea about tying his hair in a knot around my waist and making him lick my cunt. Had I mentioned I think being stuck here has been doing things to my fucking brain? “So, finally. How does this party work?

Bear went and sat down at the table and offered me a seat next to him. Bounced right over with my food. He was calming me down enough to realize I was starved. Steak and potatoes. Can’t complain about my last meal here, I guess. Simple and good.

“Alright, so what do I need to know?” I took a bite from my steak, and had a masterful little thought. I brought another bite to my lips and let the meat juices dribble on my robe. “Oh, fuck. Getting this thing all dirty. Doesn’t even belong to me.” So I took it off. His eyes widened as he saw me in that sexy little lingerie. Ha, got him. I’m feeling smooth.

Bear averted his gaze and focused on his task. He held up his hand and started making a series of weird gestures. “Bidding. This is how you become rich in one night. It is done throughout the welcoming party. But most is done after the performance. It’s done through a series of hand signs to Juniper.” I watched his fingers flick quickly around. “I just asked for vaginal sex with you and offered to top your commitment’s offer by the standard bid increment.”

“Huh. First off, Bear. I am flattered. Do it again, but I’ve got some questions. Which part was calling dibs on my puss?”

He smiled sweetly, fuck he was pretty. I tried not to get too distracted by it. Or the fact that his fingernails were immaculately trimmed and shaped. Christ would probably be nice up inside me. “This part,” he said while emphasizing the way he tucked his thumb under his fingers. “And this part is a standard up bid.” A simple thumbs up.

“Alright, not too bad. What’s a standard bid?”

“Ten grand, but it’s considered petty to only go up by one.” My jaw dropped at that.

“Ten grand? Fuck. Well, I can see where it would be a party foul to do a poverty bid like the bare minimum.”

Bear smirked at me. “I like you Red, you’ve got a way with words.” He suddenly looked quite stern. “But these parties are rarely just kinky evenings with their friends. It’s business networking and personal grudges. It’s flaunting wealth and a display of dominance to each other.”

I nodded. “Rich assholes can’t even get together to fuck for an evening without tearing each other apart.”

“Exactly. That’s good business for us. Mistress and Juniper choose our guests very carefully. On more than one occasion, I’ve seen Mistress herself stoke the bidding into seven digits for one night.”

Letting out a shrill whistle, I let those numbers sink in. “A million for one night?”

“Don’t think of it like that. They didn’t just buy Mistress’ services. They purchased the ability to feel like a man amongst men. To thump their chest and pretend they were in charge. These rich assholes are egotistical children. We play to that, and we siphon off what we can.” Thinking about the clientèle had made him angry.

“Alright, so a million to feel like you had he biggest balls in front of the people you hate?”

He nodded and grinned, “Exactly. Now, let’s keep going. Here’s a fun one for you.“ He pointed out his mouth, shook his head, pointed at me, and raised it by five bids.

“You… don’t want oral from me for 50 grand?” Wish I had longer to study these things. Even if I didn’t need to know them all for tonight, I hated not knowing what’s going on.

With a wicked look on his face, he laughed. “I’ll pay to prevent you from receiving oral tonight. Sabotaging your enemies is a better game to some than enjoying themselves. There is one bitter gentleman who has never once purchased anything for himself beyond the entry fee. He’s simply there to make others suffer.”

“Fuck, that’s awesome.” I was on the edge of my seat thinking of the possibilities. “Now, just to be perfectly clear, if we get these pigs infighting hard enough, hypothetically nobody fucks anyone and we make a mint?”

“Not likely, but technically possible. And I like the way you think.”

“Fuck, that’s exciting.” My mind was racing with new possibilities. Honestly, there was a dirty feeling about selling access to my puss to these fuckers. I mean, I hated these fucks. But stoking infighting and creating bad blood with the financial elite? Smacking them around and walking off with their money? Now that gave my nethers a tingle. “You hate these pricks too, don’t you?”

Bear grimaced. “One of our clients has been the mastermind of putting a pipeline through the tribal land of my people. A few months ago I fucked his wife in front of him and took the money I earned to tie him up in courts. He doesn’t know it’s me, of course. Juniper helps set everything up.”

“So you’re not in it for profit, but to hurt these fucks?” He just kept getting sexier.

“Exactly. You ought to see the look in their face when I make their wives moan in a way they could never make happen.” He held up his hand again. A new set of signals. “I want him to fuck my wife, three standard bids.”

That one was a lot more complicated. I tried replicating his hand motions, wondering which one was wife when I asked, “Is that a frequent request?”

Bear looked quite proud. “It is for me.”

“Ha, yeah. I kind of want you to fuck my wife.” All of a sudden, he had this awkward look on his face.

“Yeah, about that… Is it alright with you if I do?”

Was he all of a sudden blushing? What the fuck. “You know, I don’t have a wife.”

“Yeah, but you have a boyfriend… who is sometimes your girlfriend.” My eyes went wide.

“Wolf? You’re talking about Wolf?”

He had this dreamy look on his face, he was fucking smitten! “I met her as Vixen, but I like him as Wolf too. He’s goofy and kind of cute. Like… puppy energy.”

“Puppy energy?” Yeah, he meant Wolf. “Wait, are you the guy he has a date with next week?”

“Oh, he told you! Good!” I looked Bear in his stupid gorgeous face and tried to figure out if he was fucking with me.

“What the fuck?! Yeah he told me, but fucking look at you! I think he could have added a few details like the fact that you were absolutely fucking crazy sexy.” He nodded, not like he was getting a compliment, but as though I just stated a perfectly valid fact.

“Oh, I’m glad you two have talked. They have been unsure exactly what your relationship is, so I didn’t know either. But I like to be up front and make sure no one is being kept in the dark.” Bear had to be the nicest guy to ever ask permission to give it to your boyfriend.

“No, no problem at all. Just a little jealous.” I said it jokingly, but as I looked at him, I realized it wasn’t a joke. And I felt my cheeks get all rosy and warm.

Bear had this gentle look on his face and held up his hand. He performed a new set of hand motions. These ones were softer, smaller.

“What was that?”

He smiled gently, “Kiss the pretty lady.”

“Huh, and how many bids are you offering?” I was leaning in, ready to whore myself out for nothing if that was his final offer.

“I’ll let you touch my hair. And if you finish the work on these hand signs and get them down, we should have some extra time to fool around. Juniper seems to thiink you could do with a little relaxation before your big night.”

I ran my hand through his hair. It was nice, cool. And it smelled amazing. Fuck, I had to learn these signs quick. Maybe I could get to that cock before Wolf did. I could really rub his face in it, literally.

He would probably like that. Ha, wonder what he was up to right now.

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Kitten

Wolf had certainly had his fun. He was cumming in me the second time when Mistress grabbed him by the hair and pulled him off. Before that, he found a new way to excite himself with an audience. He liked to display me.

He had rolled me off the bed quickly enough. Preferred poundin’ me on the firmer ground. And from there, he could point me at her. The first time he came be bent me over and spread my cunt with his fingers, making sure Mistress could see his mess leaking out of me.

Then he bent me over the table and pointed my face right at her. Viciously spanked me. Mistress suggested using my hairbrush, a welcome novelty for him that he used with gusto.

Mistress is such a bitch, she knows how much those things hurt. But she got her show, sat down and watch nice and close as I flailed under his grip and got my round ass thoroughly beat all over.

Then when he whispered to me how he couldn’t help himself, how it was my fault for making him this way. As he fucked me with lumbering, hard thrusts, Mistress draped over his back. Watching over his shoulder as I looked up at them both.

And like I said, after the second time she pulled him off. Told him, “Rip this top open completely”. He reached between her tits and grabbed the fabrics tight, then tore them down to her belly. “Good dog.”

She turned her attention back to me. “Mistress, I… I…”

She was holding something, a collar. Like the one Wolf wore. I went still, and gently she pet my face. “Kitten, you are mine. That will never change, and above all others, I love you.” Then she tenderly slipped it around my neck. “Keep growing, dictate your needs, and I’ll support you.”

I nodded, sniffled, and wiped a tear from my cheek. “You… you still think I’m your pretty little girl??”

She fastened the collar, but kept it loose enough to slip her fingers through the front. “Kitten, you are the prettiest little girl in the whole world.” She gripped the collar and made me lean up off the ground as she slid the hard dildo into my sore cunt.

“AH!” She fucked me roughly on the ground, holding the collar. My arms hung limply from my sides. I had promised her a fight, but I could tell right away this is what she really wanted.

Mistress pulled her hand back and slapped me hard across the face while she screwed me. “Tell me you love me.”

Mistress… she liked this game a lot. It always took it out of me. “I love you,” I whimpered.

She spit in my face, wet phlegm ran down the side of my face. “Again!”

“I love you.”

“You’re just a fun little set of holes, a thing made for my pleasure!” Shit, she knew how to make it hurt. The way she fucked me, and the things she said. “Useless little shit, what do you say?!”

“I love you.” Pulled up for another slap. “I love you.” Then another. “I love you.”

She alternated sporadically. Spitting, slapping, and degrading. Saying and doing the worst shit to me while I professed my devotion again and again.

Suddenly she stopped. She leaned over me and held me tenderly. Her hips pressing down hard and driving the cock as deep into my spent little pussy as she could get it. “Again.”

“I love you.” She shook my limp body in her arms. I realized it now, that she had made me cum so hard that I stopped breathing. That my body was doing that for her. I was so outside of myself it felt like I was watching it more than feeling it. “I love you,” I whimpered before gasping for air.

And she shook me every time my body began to relax. The metal buckles of the strap clinged everytime she adjusted and burrowed it harder down into me. And I kept cumming and cumming. Fuck, couldn’t stop. And I realized Wolf was watching me with such a hungry look on his face. He wanted to be me, which I understand. Me was a good person to be right now.

“I love you.” That one, it was for him It was hard and fast, but I fell in love with Wolf. He got me in a way others didn’t. My freakier tastes, the sort of things that make people look at me like I’m a big fuckin’ weirdo when I bring them up, he liked them. He was fascinated at how much of himself he saw in me. We just, you know, clicked.

Then Mistress loosened her hold on my body. She reached between her legs and I heard the metal snaps pop as she removed the strap on. Leaving the dildo buried deep between my shaking legs.

“Good job, children. We’re off to a great start.” Mistress smiled and went to my closet. She picked out one of my leashes and attached it to the collar. Then tugged on my leash, and then Wolf’s. With no opportunity to even rest. Both of us crawled behind her. I was forced to waddle awkwardly with the abandoned dick still inside me. All of us, dripping with sex and sweat and tears…

There was already a small crowd waiting at the door to see her come out. She dragged us into the light, puffed out her chest, and made an announcement. “Get everyone into the ballroom.” She coyly ran her fingers over the scratches on her cheek to make sure everyone saw them. “I plan on making a little speech before our guests arrive.”

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Wolf

I am a dumb whore, but Wolf was easier to go by. And Kitten called me Wolf, and she told me she loved me. And fuck, I liked being Wolf. I think it’s me as a baseline. Not sure, but who cares. It’ll work for now.

So anyway I’m kind of fuck drunk. Adrenalin and seratonin are just pumping through me. And this large fucking crowd of beautiful, breathtaking, high dollar whores start surrounding the stage. And all three of us are tacky with some sort of mutual sexual slurry. Kitten and I on our knees behind our owner.

And Mistress is standing up there. Looking stern as hell. Top torn open, breasts out. Bruised. Makeup smeared. And three distinct scratches sort of shined in the light as a matted crimson trophy. She dramatically turned her head, looking over the collection of gorgeous faces in just the right way to make sure they all see the fresh injury.

And they pointed and muttered and laughed. Some gossiped loudly, others tittered between each other. I saw Bear. He was one of the last to arrive. Buttoning up his shirt. Had a glow that suggested he was also having a fun afternoon. Good for him! He looked sheepishly at me for some reason, and I waved to him.

There was some childish teasing and whistling at Bear. He smiled and waved back. Inga chimed in with her thick Russian accent, “Bear and Wolf, sitting in a tree…”

“For fuck’s sake, stop waving at people Wolf! It’s fucking embarrassing.” She yanked the collar and I fell to all fours.

The volume in the room was growing. I looked up at Kitten who was giggling at me like we were school kids and I got in trouble with the teacher. I giggled with her. I mean, when you’re the only one in the room with your cock out, laughter is one way to deal with that.

Then Mistress yelled in a voice that commanded the room into almost an immediate silence. “Attention, my faithful collection of escorts, working girls, working boys, whatever the fuck Phillie is today,” which was met with laughter, especially from Phillie. “My lovely perverts, my filthy whores. Tonight, I am having a little get-together…”

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Red

“… and you are all my special guests. You may have noticed, I’m doing things a bit differently.” I lay flat on the bed, cleaned up and naked. I looked up at the ceiling and held the small walkie-talkie between my tits.

Juniper had brought it by when she chased out Bear. Just when things were getting good, too. He had just started to eat me out when she dragged him away. Said time was up. She told me I needed to get into character and that Bear was going to make me soft. She wasn’t wrong. I rolled my head to the left,, looked at the black garment box. Wondered what was inside as I listened to Mistress rousing the troops.

“I look back over the past few years. How we’ve grown our numbers. Grown our clientèle. And of course, your wallets. Business is fucking booming, isn’t it?” I heard the room grow in hoots and hollers. “And do you know what I think about what we’ve done?”

The crowd cheered and demanded to know.

“It’s been load of pretentious shit.” And suddenly the room went quiet.

I sat up and asked her like she could hear me, “What the fuck are you doing?”

“And our little floor shows? Absolute garbage. Don’t get me wrong, the people who pay us are absolute pigs, and pigs do love their garbage. But for myself? I’m no pig.” The silence was like a weight in the air. And even alone in her room, I felt it awkwardly hanging over the entire house.

“We must demand for something better. Something meaningful. If not for those pathetic slobs that bank roll us, but for ourselves. And recently, I met a woman who inspired me…” And dramatically she moaned like I was up there fucking her.

“Thanks Mistress, don’t fucking oversell me over anything. Fuck.”

“Oh, Red is a god damned artist. She has a vision, a respect for the audience no matter how vulgar they may be… Oh it fucking gives me chills. And you should see her dance, oh I’m so proud of my little girl.” She was like a gushing parent bragging about their little hellion.

Still, she was making me even more nervous. Making big fucking promises.

“And for those who don’t like how I’m fucking doing this, I’ll remind you that this is my fucking house and I’ll do it any way I fucking like! I spent my morning fucking these two whores. Look what I’ve done to them, look what they’ve done to me.”

Silence.

“Kitten and Wolf remember that this is more than earning money. These two little monsters love to fuck. Isn’t that what got us all started? That we’re all fucking insatiable sluts! They love what they do, but you’ve all grown too comfortable. So watch what happens when you give a fucking damn!”

There was some cheering, she was winning them over.

“And besides, look at what you’ve taken from the pigs when we feed them garbage. Imagine what they’ll cough up if we add some ambrosia to the slop. Now lets get ready to trim the fucking fat off these hogs!”

Well great, so now I’ve been billed as the fucking chosen one. She got the crowd back after belittling them to their faces.

“Shit,” I stewed on the bed, listening to the chatter of her talent. Still no fucking clue what exactly this show is supposed to be.

Then I heard Mistress speak to Juniper. “Tell Red I’m coming to get her ready, get these people out of here. I have the crew coming in for final setup and to deliver food shortly. Go make sure no one is fucking, it’s time to save it up for tonight. Oh, and take these two sluts and have them cleaned and dressed.”

Juniper’s sensual voice came across the radio. “See you tonight, Red. I’m looking forward to it. And don’t forget, I’ve already given you the down payment. I expect a hefty return on you.”

“Thanks, Juniper.” I whispered back. That was about as close to encouraging as she got when she wasn’t stuffing a cock in you.

It wasn’t long before the doors opened and Mistress entered. I looked at the claw marks on her cheek. “Red, I hate to be a bother, but we’re in something of a hurry. I may have fucked around a bit too long.”

“What the fuck happened to you?”

She smirked. “I just fucked your costars senseless. Emotionally and physically dragged them through the wringer.”

I sighed. “Great, that’s gonna make them really shine tonight.” So my costars will be drained. What was she trying to do?

“Now, let’s both get ready for tonight. I’m finally ready to tell you how this shit show is going to start. Now open your present. Look what your Mistress has done for you.”

Finally, the black box. What I will be wearing out there tonight. I lifted the lid and stared at it. “Fuck.” It was amazing. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

Maybe I can make this happen after all.