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To find the perfect place where to choose and adopt our pet I had Sophitia do some extensive research on the internet before making our choice on a specialized club in BDSM.
Admission was free for every Masters holding their slaves on a leash. The dress code was naturally strict:
The Masters had to wear a black three piece suit, a red tie and a pair of black leather shoes.
The Mistresses had to wear a black leather mini skirt, a revealing corset, a pair of long red gloves, and a pair of high heel boots.
The slaves, male and female, had to wear their harness, be kept on a leash, have their hands cuffed behind their backs, be blindfolded and wear a gagball (which prohibited them to communicate with other slaves).
Male slaves had to wear a cage penis in order to preserve their genital exclusivity to their mistresses and female slaves had to wear a leather thong adorned with metal spikes.
The floor was heated, so slaves were not allowed to wear shoes.
When we arrived at the club, dressed normally, the doorman, a big giant guy wearing a tight black t-shirt showcasing his muscles, took us into a small vestibule leading to a series of closets with enough space to allow us to change clothes.
Although the walls seemed well insulated, we could hear a faint sound of background of techno music. I do not particularly like the music, but this kind of club often played that type of music... Oh well, we would have to live with it.
For the occasion, Sophitia took particular care to her grooming. Her skin was perfect, her body was perfect. Naked before me, the coolness of the room gave her goosebumps and made her little pink nipples harden. She put her harness and humbly asked:
- Will you please help me buckle up my harness, Master? I want everything to be perfect for you, to make you honor.
I finished buttoning my shirt, then I undertook the task of attaching and tightening the buckles of her harness. I took her slave collar and she tilted her head forward, revealing her neck. I tied her collar with a ring to which were attached two chains decorated with two small claws, which I attached to each of her nipples.
After thanking me , she kissed my hand, then she put on her thongs, then came back to me.
Meanwhile, I finished getting dressed and I was struggling with my tie, cursing and swearing like a real redneck. Sophitia said in a humble voice:
-Will you allow me to help you with your tie? I have often seen my mother help my father tie his.
In two quick moves she finished her task. She went to get the handcuffs, blindfold and leash, and she handed them to me. I first took the blindfold which I passed under her hair, then I firmly fastened it so that she could not see anything. Taking the leash, I threw it on the bench behind me and I kept the handcuffs. I ordered her to turn around, she did so and then she put her hands behind her back. I firmly cuffed her so she could not move, but by leaving enough slack to not cut her bloodstream: I was stern and demanding with her, and I kept her in humiliating positions, but security was more important than the rest. I took the gagball and ordered her to open her mouth, which she did. I introduced the ball in her mouth, she sank her teeth into it and I tied the straps behind her head.
Her big, firm, and round breasts went up and down to the rhythm of her breathing which had accelerated: she was anxious to get into the wonderful world that was ours. I tied the clip of her leash to the ring of her collar and opened the door. Pulling on her leash to make her follow me, I brought her out of the room that was assigned to us and we walked to the door that was down the hall. Sophitia walked behind me, keeping a distance of two steps .
Two guards stood on either side of the door:
A muscular man, his torso covered with hair as black as his chaps, wore a broad chest harness, stood to the right of the door. He wore a hood, so that his face was covered. To the left of the door stood a tall woman, muscular too, with almost no breasts. She wore latex: a red corset tied with black laces, long black gloves, black long boots and a black leather mask. Her blonde hair was short and fell into wedges on her face without makeup, except fot the bright red lipstick.
The man stood in front of the door and it was she who spoke to me in an authoritative and surprisingly deep voice for a woman:
-Give your identity.
-Master Rayne, and this is my slave, Sophitia, I replied.
-The Purpose of your visit? she said the same authoritative voice.
-We want to adopt a pet, if I find something to my liking.
She inspected us, Sophitia and me, and then said:
-You and your slave respect our dress code and your slave knows how to keep her place. You can pass.
The man stepped aside and the woman opened the door. Immediately, we heard techno music playing, barely covering the female and male moans. We entered into a large room lit by white and red spots. The ceramic floor was completely black, as well as the walls. To my left, there was a small bar where a waiter was preparing cocktails. In addition, there were a few tables where sat Masters and Mistresses, their slaves kneeling before their respective owners.
At the center of the room there was a pretty exciting show: The Masters and Mistresses took pleasure in punishing their slaves in front of a small crowd of spectators who watched them drinking their cocktails.
What interested me was at the back of the room, in a slight darkness. A large cage whose bars were screwed to the floor and to the ceiling, contained many girls and many men. Both sexes were separated by bars, preventing contact between them.
In front of the cage was settled a small table where a man dressed in a three piece suit kept an open book in front of him. Behind this man, two men, as muscular as the man at the entrance, fully dressed in leather garments, guarded the doors of the cage.
I walked to the cage and as soon as I was close enough to him, the man at the table turned to me and spoke to me with all due courtesy:
-Good evening, sir. What would you like? An exchange, an adoption?
-An adoption, I replied. This is my slave and I will not trade her for anything in the world.
-Oh. he said with a hint of regret. She seems well-trained, and she could have set an example to some of the dogs that I have here. So you want to adopt a male or a female?
-Female. I want to see what you have in stock before I decide.
-Of course, conceded the man. Look at our livestock as much as you want and when you have made your choice, just have show me what you want.
-Are they healthy, well-fed, fit, clean and ready to learn? I asked seriously.
-A stricy health check is required from all those who want to get adopted by a Master or Mistress. Before going into the cage, an intensive and vigorous washing is applied to each of these girls by our veterinarians. I can assure you that we want the highest quality. Some are wilder than others, but all dogs and cats are a bit wild and must be trained when adopting them.
-Very well then, I'll take a look.
The man made reverence, then I approached the cage. I told Sophitia to kneel and I tied her leash to one of the bars provided for this purpose. I stroked her head, telling her that I would return soon, and she bowed in humility.
When I approached the cage, I could see inside. All the women who were there were completely naked. There were girls as young as eighteen years and more mature women, but very well preserved in their fifties. There were fifteen black girls, twenty white girls and two Asians. Some African Americans came, but I made them understand by a hand gesture that they did not interest me. Asian seemed rather shy and seeing me push the blacks aside, they also retreated. They were pretty and sexy, but they had almost no breasts.
Some women in their forties and fifties looked at me with hope, but I was not interested in them. The women were walking in their cage, in silence. Speech was prohibited for them and seemed bored.
A little tiny blonde, a pleading look in her eyes, had approached me without me noticing. She took out a hand to touch my face with her slender fingers and stroked my cheek. I looked at her and, with a little smile, she knelt before me and made beautiful. I held out a hand to her to caress her mid-length hair and she began to lick my fingers. Suddenly she attempted to bite me. In my surprise, I could not restrain my action: I slapped her in the face with the back of my hand. The young woman let out a surprised squeak, rolled over, but quickly stood back on all fours, hissing at me like a rabid cat, a smirk on her face.
The man with the book approached and said:
-You Have the right to correct this bitch as you want. We'll tie er on one of the racks and you will administer to her the punishment that you see fit. You're not the first one she tries to bite like that. It's been a while now that she is here. With such an attitude, I doubt she will ever be adopted.
The woman hissed at me again, then walked on fours to the other end of the cage. A dildo decorated with a cat tail was shoved deep into her ass. That crazy bitch really acted like an animal!
I continued looking at what was in stock when I saw her. As soon as my eyes met her, I knew she would be my pet. She was totally different from Sophitia, but at the same time, she seemed to complete her. The young woman was curled up on a big white pillow. She had not seen me and when I tapped on the bars of the cage to get her attention, she did not move. Did she sleep, despite the music and the wailing of slaves who were punished by their Masters and Mistresses?
The man consulted his pages in the book and said:
-I See Annabelle caught your eye, Master.
-It's her real name? I asked.
-Yes it is. She arrived here a month ago. The other women leave the cage when the club closes, but she refuses to leave. She only let us take her out of the cage for her grooming and hers natural needs. She spent a whole month without wearing clothes, without saying a word and took possession of the cushion where she is lying. She's quiet and doen't cause any trouble, so we let her be. She attracted the attention of some Masters and Mistresses, but she proved wild like the one that almost bit you as soon as they tied to adopt her. You might want to bring your attention to another female.
-No, I replied. I like challenges.
-Call her and if she comes to you then you will have achieved what many Masters have failed.
She had not moved during the conversation. Wondering if she was still alive, I tapped forcefully on the bar of the cage and called:
-Annabelle! Annabelle! Come here immediately!
The young woman sat up slowly, her back turned on me. Her long black hair with blue highlights slid over her skin and reached the middle of her back. She slowly turned her head towards me, without revealing her face to me.
-Annabelle! I repeated more firmly. Come her immediately!
The woman rolled off her cushion and she walked on all fours towards me, face to the ground, her long hair dangling. Under the lighting of the room, her naked body was pale, with no tan, just like Sophitia. She had nice round hips, beautiful ferm butts, thin legs, her hands were small, with long, thin fingers. Her nails were well manicured and varnished with red cutex. When she came to me, she remained head down, not looking at me.
-Sit, I ordered.
She obeyed immediately, sitting like a dog, both hands between her legs. Finally I could see her breasts: she had obviously breast implants because they were abnormally round, but they were rather normal size. Her nipples were smaller than those of Sophitia, but they were still cute. Then she looked me straight in the eye. The fine traits of her pale face were smooth but striking: her big brown eyes were adorned with black eye shadow and lips were dark purple. Foolish and short strands fell on his face, giving her a goth style that pleased me immediately. With her head tilted backwards, I saw that she was wearing a large black leather collar with a large O-ring.
I could not help but smile. I had for her the same certainty that I had with Sophitia. I put a hand in the cage to stroke her hair and she did not resist. Closing her eyes, she smiled. I almost expected her to bite me, but instead she kissed the palm of my hand.
The man with the book looked surprised, as well as women who were in the cage. The blonde who had tried to bite my hand took this opportunity to take Annabelle's cushion. She curled on it with a sly look and turned her back on us.
-I think your choice is made, said the man with the book by taking a pen and dipping it in his inkwell. Please state your name, sir.
-Master Rayne is my name.
While the man noted my name, I began to stare at the woman I was in the process of adopting. Traits for traits she also looked like one of my favorite video game character... I decided of her name in a flash.
-Will you keep the name she now bears, or are you going to give her another? I asked the man with the book.
-No, I said, looking at the young woman in the eye, from now on, you will answer to the name of Tira.
Tira thankfully bowed her head and the man with the book gave me a leash and a gagball. In accordance with the Code of Conduct, as pets and slaves had to wear this accessory so that they couldn't communicate with each other or bite. I advised the man with the book to force the one that tried to bite me to wear one at all time.
One of the guard opened the door of the cage and, when Tira came out, still on all fours, the other women had approached the bars and held out their hands to me, moaning pitifully. After closing the door of the cage, the guard hit his nightsick against the bars, sending the women immediately back to the other end of the cage.
Tira let me tie her gag ball behind her head, sinking her teeth into the red ball, then I attached the leash to her collar. Untying Sophitia, I ordered her to get up. The man with the book then said to me, handing me Tira's adoption certificate:
-Please wait in your office: a maid will bring you the clothes your pet was wearing on her arrival here. Thank you and have fun.
As we walked across the room under the astonished looks of this crowd, a Mistress holding on a leash a chubby man who was lying at her feet, stopped me and said:
-I Congratulate you to be able to your hands on this beautiful animal. This bitch tried to bite me when I wanted to caress her. I guess she does not recognize female authority.
Tira watched the woman with eyes full of hostility and she growled when the latter tried again stroking her long black hair. I pulled Tira's the leash to calm her down and she came cuddling against my legs.
I instructed Sophitia and Tira to follow me and they obeyed immediately.
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We entered the office and I ordered Sophitia to stand straight at the center of the room. I made Tira sit in a corner, before attaching her wrists behind her back with her leash. Tira let out a little muffled protest, but I gave her a strong slap on her ass to silence her. I had to show myself authoritarian early on, otherwise she could remain undisciplined.
She kept quiet and I could turn all my attentions back on Sophitia who, as a good slave, had made no sound. I untied her gag-ball, then I removed her handcuffs. She rubbed her wrists bearing the traces of handcuffs, and then I kissed her forcefully. She wrapped her arms around my neck and she clung to me with force. She still had her blindfold on, but she was used to play in the dark. I allowed her a few hugs and some kisses, then I pushed her back gently.
Removing the blindfold , I showed Tira to her.
The two young women looked a long time at each other in silence, full of apprehension. Tira, questions in her eyes, Sophitia examining critically our new pet. My slave turned to me, smiling, and said:
-Master, you made a good choice. She is beautiful and like me, she has no tattoos, no piercing.
-I thought that she would please you, I say, satisfied. Tira stand up.
Tira obeyed: She stood straight, but slightly lowering her head. She was smaller than Sophitia who towered Tira; Tira was really small. With hands tied behind her back, shoulders thrown back, her artificial breasts were more proheminent.
-Can I touch, Master ?, asked Sophitia.
-Yes, go ahead.
Tira frowned her brows as Sophitia slave approached her. She looked apprensive, God knows why. Sophitia gently put both hands Tira's breasts, who looked at me, still apprehensive.
-Sophitia will be your Mistress, I said sternly, so she is allowed to touch you like that. You belong to us now.
Tira stopped looking at me in a hostile manner and gave rather a look of challenge to Sophitia. I thought I understood what this stare meant. I might have some difficulties to make Tira obey me, but Sophitia would surely have a harder time. Tira actually seemed to despise female authority. Luckily I did not take off her gagball yet.
Sophitia caressed and massaged Tira's breasts for some time when she finally said:
-They are smaller than mine and they are not natural, but they are cute and fun to touch.
As she pulled up Tira's breasts up, I saw a small scar under each one of them, confirming surgery. Sophitia stopped playing with Tira's breasts to pet her. Tira sighed, looking up to the ceiling and she turned to me. Sophitia watched her approach me, then she burried her face in my neck.
-Go sit in the corner, I say firmly.
Tira looked at me a short while, then she obeyed, disappointed.
-Can I change, Master?
-Yes, you can. You've behaved well.
-Thank you, Master. she said gratefully.
While we were changing, Tira remained lying on the ground, naked. Fifteen minutes later, the maid brought Tira's clothers. The maid, a tall woman with brown hair braided in pigtails, with big breasts bouncing with each steps, was dressed with a small apron tied around her neck and waist. She put the pile of clothes on the floor in front of Tira, and then left the room walking backwards, hands clasped before her, and before closing the door, she gave us a long bow, exposing the deep cleavage of her large breasts.
I allowed Tira to stand upright and I untied her wrists. When she tried to take her gag-ball off, I slapped her ass, making her jump, and I told her sternly:
-You are not allowed you to remove it. You will keep it as long as I do not tell you to remove it.
Tira gave me a rebel look, but did not attempt to disobey. She looked at her clothes, then looked back at me.
-Yes, you can get dressed, I said, but you do not have the right to put on your bra and your thong.
She frowned but did not protest. She put aside her underwear and she put on a pair of shortened tight jeans shortened. She then put on a black y-back tank top. The tip of her nipples peaked through the thin fabric. No matter: she would not be dressed often after all, pets do not wear clothes, usually.
She put on her sneakers, then she looked back at me.
-Come to me, Tira, I said in an authoritarian voice.
She came to me immediately and looked down. I removed her gag ball and gave it to her.
-Sophitia, Take the bag containing our stuff and give it to Tira. It is she who will carry it.
-Yes, Master, Sophitia replied.
She handed the bag Tira who took it and I said:
-From now on, you belong to us, understood?
She nodded. She did not speak. She understood that she should say no word until I was allowing her to.
-I Want to make sure you understand. To whom do you belong?
-I belong to you, Master, Tira said in a small voice.
She had answered incorrectly.
-WRONG! I replied sternly, grabbing the ring of her collar. To whom do you belong?
-I belong to you, Master, and Mistress Sophitia is also my owner, she replied with humility.
Her voice was soft and melodious, slightly less than that of Sophitia, but no matter. She was mine.
-I will bring you to your new home. Sophitia will walk behind me and you, you walk behind Sophitia, understood?
-Yes, Master, Tira said, bowing her head.
-Very well. Now both of you will be silent, I ordered on our way out.
When we got into my car, Tira sat on the back seat, behind me, and Sophitia took her place at my side. Unbeknownst to me, as soon as the car started, Tira opened the bag to find the pair of handcuff. Silently, she cuffed herself and closed her eyes.
She stayed this way until we got home...
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