Accidentally Kinky
Chapter 6
Madam Jeanette smirked at Sarah, kneeling naked on the floor, and gently pushed her over with a bare foot, until the submissive woman was lying on her back. Sarah stared at her mistress, who began gently stroking her belly with the same foot; it tickled slightly, but not enough to do more than make the muscles twitch a little spastically.
“I think I know just what to do next,” Jeanette said with a devious grin. “I actually got the idea from watching your display up on stage. You stay right here while I go, um, fetch the appropriate props.” The domme rose from the couch and made her way toward the curtains leading to the main floor area, pausing briefly to reiterate, “Stay!” in a firm voice that failed to hide her amusement.
Not sure where she would go anyway, Sarah curled up a little and tried to ignore the other people that passed through the lounge area. She could feel their eyes staring at her, but whether from courtesy or embarrassment, or perhaps fear of Madam Jeanette, none of them said so much as a word to the naked woman, much less tried to molest her.
Eventually, Sarah’s mistress flicked the curtain aside once again, and smiled down at her obedient sub. She was clutching a bag that seemed to contain several smallish items, presumably for some new fetish she was going to introduce her to. Madam Jeanette stroked Sarah’s hair and complimented her, “Such a good girl for staying where she’s told!” Sarah was both thrilled by the praise, which sent a tingle through her privates, and appalled by her excitement.
“It’s time to introduce my little sub to petplay!” Madam Jeanette said with a smile as she dumped the vendor bag onto the floor. Sarah was flabbergasted, and had only a vague idea of what her mistress was talking about, based almost entirely on her glimpse of the petplay area earlier. She knew that some people had a second meaning for doggy-style sex, and she swallowed nervously as she stared down at the small pile of toys, figuring she was about to learn a lot more about it.
The first thing Madam Jeanette selected was clearly a collar, and Sarah couldn’t help whining a little bit as the leather-and-chrome strap was secured around her neck. Her mistress petted her hair again, probably assuming that the whining was a deliberate part of the act. Sarah was no longer very certain about her own motivations, and for all she knew, whatever submissive creature had been awakened within her might have already been playing the pet.
Sarah was mystified about the two small leather sacks, but undeterred, her mistress simply said, “Give me your hand.” Their purpose was soon revealed, as both hands were encased in the strange gloves. Examining the first more closely while Madam Jeanette secured the second, Sarah saw that the mitten-like accessories had some kind of hard, rubbery material embedded in the palms, made to resemble a dog’s paw. With both hands sheathed, she worried about her ability to free herself, but her brain simply reminded her that she trusted Madam Jeanette, and she abandoned the line of anxious thought.
The kneepads that were strapped on next were not mysterious, but Sarah swallowed nervously at the implication that she was evidently expected to crawl around as part of the petplay. She supposed it made sense, but the idea made her burn with a mix of humiliation and arousal.
By the time the anal plug with its attached tail was being eased into her ass, Sarah was struggling to avoid another unwanted orgasm. She felt almost feverish, and in her desperation to find something else to think about, she found herself hyperaware of a drop of her moisture clinging to her pussy lip tenaciously, swaying slightly side to side as she struggled to keep her hips from reflexively wiggling for her mistress.
“Just a couple of finishing touches left!” Madam Jeanette said cheerfully, giving the tail a whack to make it wag, and incidentally causing the drop of Sarah’s lust to fall to the carpet. Her mistress grabbed a purse from a nearby table and rummaged around in it for a moment before extracting what appeared to be a make-up case. She took a cotton pad from it and daubed something on Sarah’s nose, which tickled and made her want to sneeze.
“What do you think, Sarah-pup?” Jeanette asked with a smile, holding up the compact mirror to show off her work. Sarah was unsurprised to see that her nose had been darkened, presumably to make it look more dog-like, but the smoky expression of arousal distorting her familiar features almost made her think she was looking at someone else. She was baffled by her lust, and if anything, her confusion seemed to be reinforcing it rather than diminishing it.
Sarah opened her mouth to respond, but couldn’t think of anything to say. Her body, or whatever submissive spirit seemed to have taken it over, spoke up instead. “Ruff! Ruff! Ruff!” Sarah barked animatedly, feeling herself blush hotter after each utterance.
“Good girl!” Madam Jeanette exclaimed, rubbing Sarah’s head as she praised her, then letting her hands run down the puppy-girl’s back and flanks, even tweaking a dangling nipple. Sarah wriggled happily at the attention, making her tail wag energetically.
Standing up and clipping a leash to Sarah’s collar, her mistress said, “Let’s go show you off, Sarah-pup!” She tugged gently on the cord as she walked toward the curtains, with Sarah scrambling on all fours to keep up.