The Ideal Slave - Story by SM Kira

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The arousing inspection



It took us almost three hours to reach Sir Michel’s house. All way I was quiet and still as a statue, peeking sometimes on the way to feel the freedom, and sometimes sneaking onto my Sir’s face, trying to figure if he was still mad at me.

Yes, I was scared of what was coming but now, when I’ve seen a day of this life, when I’ve tasted both whips and canes on my body. Now I somehow had the strength to hide my pacing heartbeats.

As we came across Sir Michel’s house, I took a quick sneak peek towards the inside of the compound. A guard opened the big gates and we drove inside. This house was also huge, just as of Sir Jake’s place, only with modern design structure. It didn’t have a farm though but had a huge swimming pool. I could also see a stable and a horse buggy outside it and could hear a few horses sound. All looked nice other than few men, five actually, who were busy in something around the place, and instantly I knew that I again had to strip in public.

As we entered, I saw a man smiling at us, probably welcoming his friend and my owner, Sir Jake. It was him, Sir Michal and he looked like a bodybuilder. With a small hanging beard and a pony hair, he was also in the same attire as like my Sir, in tight trousers with a black leather jacket.
‘Welcome, brother’ he greeted with open arms as my Sir parked and got out of the car.

Sir Jake said nothing but took a few steps towards him to greet him with a hug. I felt they were really close friends, best friends infact. Meanwhile, I too got out of the car and knew what I had to do. I got on my knees and waited for further orders. After some casual talk, Sir Jake finally showed his pet to his friend, me, kneeling near the car.

Sir Michel took a really long look at me, as if lost in some thought. Well, I knew exactly what was in his mind. He just couldn’t believe to see a pet like me before his eye, astonishing beauty of the twenties. Even in clothes, half of my thighs, waist, and even some cleavage were visible, something that could excite even the dead.

‘She sure is a piece’ he finally commented, after a few seconds of silence.
Master Jake agreed and nodded slowly, looking at me the same way as his friend.

‘You’re a lucky man’ Sir Michel said and my Sir replied with a smile.
That popped butterflies on my stomach. I was really excited to be called my Sir’s lucky girl, lucky pet to be more precise.

‘Did you taste her yet?’ Sir Michel asked and in reply, Sir Jake shook his head.

‘Not yet, she was delivered yesterday’ he informed while Sir Michel made such a reaction like he was happy that I wasn’t used for sex yet.

‘I bet she’s even more delicious than she looks’ Sir Michel concluded and Sir Jake nodded.

It was easy to understand their conversation but it was hard to digest why I was being referred to as some dish, as a dessert. Was I just a thing to taste or eat?

‘Why isn’t she wearing a tag?’ Sir Michel asked, after seeing my empty neck.
That made Sir Jake’s eyes to go big, as if he forgot something important.

‘Crap, I forgot to bring those’ he replied, and instantly Sir Michel signaled one of his men to bring something from inside.

‘Come here, K, greet your Sir’s friend’ meanwhile Sir Jake ordered, and I exactly knew what I had to do, so I stood up to follow.

‘No, not on your legs, on your knees’ he interpreted and made me kneel again.

Knee walking isn’t a tough thing if you have tiles and marbles to cross but if there are mud and sand instead, you end in hurting yourself. It was hard but I proceed and got near them. For once I looked at their faces but quickly lowered my head as an ideal pet. Then, without delaying much, I laid my face on Sir Michel’s shoes and kissed both of them, as Sir Jake taught me yesterday about a pet’s ideal greet.

‘How young are you, K?’ Sir Michel asked as I finished with foot kissing and got up.

‘Twenty-one, Sir’ I said and saw him smiling with pleasure, as if happy to have me there.

‘And what is your real name?’ he asked but before I could answer, one of his men brought what he asked him, a neck strap.

In porn, I saw almost every pet wearing that belt and even wondered why those weren’t on my nack till now. Maybe Sir Jake forgot to put those on me.

‘Come on now, do the honors’ Sir Michel said, handling the strap to Sir Jake who replied with a casual smile.

He then came near and collared me with the strap. It also had a small steel chain attached to it, meanwhile, the rest of the men, including Sir Michel, clapped a little, as if celebrating a pet getting her identity.

I shouldn’t be but even I was somehow pleased by claps around me. It felt like some moment of honor, like receiving a medal from the school’s principal. I even smiled to acknowledge the clapping men.

‘Ok K, now get your clothes off’ Sir Michel asked the moment I was in chastity as if he was waiting for that moment.

The last thing I could have done was to disobey my Sir’s best friend, so without delaying I pulled off my top and slipped skirt off my waist. Since I didn’t had any undergarments, it took not more than ten seconds to get completely naked. As like before, all eyes were on me, not on my beautiful face or my waving hairs, but every part of me other than my face. I got to mention, now I felt much more confident than I stripped for the first time in public at Sir Jake’s mansion. Yes, just like the last time I was again being watched by several men, by now I was less prone of getting shy or uncomfortable in exposing my private parts in public.

In reaction to my confident stripping, the mouth of Sir Michel got half open and I could see his thing getting awake, rising like some hungry bull. Sure, he too had a pet but I guess she wasn’t as astonishing as I was. Even I could see my own Sir Jake getting excited, like he was also seeing me like this, naked, for the very first time.

‘Man, you sure haven’t tasted her by tongue but sure with whips and fingers, didn’t you?’ Sir Michel commented on whip marks on my frontal body.

I was subjected to whips last night but Sir Michal didn’t knew about it.

‘Not just by the whip, my friend, but with the rattle as well’ Sir Jake told about the painful caning session and signaled me to turn around.

I did as he asked and keeping my hands on head, I turned to have them look my back which still had the rattle cane marks. Sir Michel came forward and ran his palms on my butts, as if felling the strips of cane.

‘Rattle you say, a demon’s weapon indeed’ he commented on the marks which still hurt while Sir Michel tried to squash my ass like a foamy ball.

He then took a leap forward and slipped his palms, both of his palms on either side on my loin, as if trying to feel warmth and softness of a twenty-year girl’s naked skin. Although old, but his fingers were enough to pop butterflies inside my entire body. My heart got racing, not by bashfulness or fright, but by the release of estrogen inside me. It felt like a tickle before sex. After checking my back, down from buttocks towards my neck, he slowly crossed the path towards my frontal body. Also, he was so closer, just behind me, that I could feel his pointed thing touching my hips. That feeling acted as oil in fire. I could now feel a strange tickle in my nipple, and flow of blood between my upper thighs, below the waist. Then, as like my back, his fingers ran towards my upper chest, tingling my nipples for a second and then slowly slipped towards my belly.

It was too hard to resist, even harder than getting rattle cane shots on butts. I was now sweating and could even feel my sweats getting his fingers wet, but he didn’t stop but dropped his palms all towards the lower belly and finally on my vagina.

Oh, what should I say, how may I describe?

I was a little shaken by the momentum, as those rough fingers surpassed the most sensitive part of my body, rubbing it for a second.

Even he felt my sudden movement because I pulled myself backward, towards him, pressing his pointed thing from my ass. It wasn’t intentional but a kind of reflex when he rubbed his rough fingers on my honeypot but that didn’t stop him. He slid his fingers further, all towards my thighs and between them, and then towards my muddy knees. I was still standing without movement, like some lifeless statue, but there was an inferno inside, like some ocean of desires, waving in every inch of me altogether. My heartbeat was as fast as of a leopard, and although it was cold outside, I was bathed with my sweat. If I had superpowers, I would had made everyone there to knock me all at once.

Well, that arousing inspection finished even before I could turn from a girl to a lady, and soon he left me alone with unfulfilled desires, like a cloud surpassing a desert without a drop. I almost got a small orgasm, although I already squirted just a few hours ago, in the morning in front of Sir Jake.

‘Well?’ Sir Jack asked Sir Michal for his experience over inspecting a young girl.

In reply, Sir Michel touched his lips with tongue, as if portraying how delicious my young body felt to his fingers. That reply was obvious, and even I felt something for myself. I know how delicate I am and how tasty I could be.

‘Jackie, I know it’s your dessert and you own every right of her but can I get the first bite?’ Sir Michel, all of a sudden, asked my Sir.

That shocked my Sir, even me. Inspecting me was ok but asking to lend me out was something uncalled for. I don’t know how to describe that moment because besides being aroused by that naughty touch from Sir Michal, I still wanted to my owner, Master Jack, to take the first bite on me, to make love with me before anyone else could.

I could see my Sir confused, as if not knowing how to deny his friend’s request. I knew he too wanted to taste me first but how could he deny his brother like friend.

‘Sorry Jackie, it’s just the bone taking’ Sir Michel said, pointing his raised thing, trying to portray as if he was just too excited and stupid to ask for such request.

‘As you wish, brother, not problem’ Sir Jack replied, stunning us both, agreeing to what Sir Michel asked for.

I was in shock, as like Sir Michel, whose expression showed how lustful he got after scrolling fingers on my body.

‘Really? Are you sure about it?’ he asked to confirm and my owner nodded.

‘By all means, friend. After all, that’s why I bought her here, for you to enjoy the new dessert’ Sir Jake replied.

Then they shook hands and Sir Michel ordered me to get on all fours.

* All four-position means to get down with both hands and feet on the floor, almost like a downward-facing dog.

He then pulled my chain, signaling me to walk along with him and I did as he asked, walked like a dog, naked with head and eyes on the floor, without caring about my dignity or self-respect, ignoring the eyes that were glancing my nude body. Yes, I was a pet but I now I had to walk like animals, like a real pet and that was a real disgrace. I really felt humiliated and disrespectful of being treated as a pet but above all, I could only walk and follow in response, nevertheless of what I felt or how embarrassed I was.

‘Michel?’ Sir Jack called before he could take me in private and I had a feeling that I could still save myself from getting used.

‘Can I play with Rose in the meantime?’ Sir Jack asked, shattering the waves of hope rose inside my droning dignity.

Rose is the pet owned by Sir Michel.

In reply, Sir Michel made such an expression like he didn’t care about her pet and took me inside with speed steps, not caring about a girl who was walking on all four with a hurt knee and caned buttocks.