Comfortable

Johanna woke from her nap and stretched on her large, soft pillow. Looking up, she saw that her husband was no longer at his desk and had left for other matters. Her leash, however, was still attached to the silver hook on the wall. She rolled her eyes. He was a stickler for protocol, no doubt something he had picked up from his mother.

Since she had become his, there had been only few times that she had been let off her leash. Which was quite annoying as she wasn't the most patient of girls. Her tail coiled behind her in annoyance and even her ears, now much better trained than when she had been picked, assumed the proper form.

Luckily, her dear husband didn't leave her waiting for too long. The heavy wooden door opened and his tall, pale figure entered with a smile.

"Did you sleep well, dear?", he asked with genuine care. She smiled, her ears and tail instantly adapting to her mood. Despite all his faults, she had been lucky to receive such a loving master.

"Yes, thank you my Lord.", she replied as she assumed the at-attention position that every pet lady was trained to perform instead of a curtsy. Kneeling, knees far apart and hands planted between them. Back arched and proudly displaying her petite breasts.

"I am glad to hear that.", he detached her leash from the hook and allowed her time to nuzzle his leg with her face. "We have guests for dinner."

"Oh?", she crawled behind him as they left the study room and headed towards the dinning hall. The dim light falling through the windows had an orange tint, so Johanna could tell that she had slept longer than she had thought.

"The Duke of Burgundy and his following have arrived on their pilgrimage to Rome. I have invited them to dinner.", he explained with an amused expression. Johanna grinned, her husband never passed on an opportunity to show off. That most often included his most prestigious possession, herself.

Cognizant of her role, she increased her efforts in presenting a perfect stroll accompanied by an elegant sway of her long red tail. Meetings between the aristocracy were always highly ritualized and the pet ladies were at the epicenter of it all.

A servant opened the large portal door to the dinning hall and immediately loud chatter and merry music flooded into the corridor. The party of the Duke was large, over two dozen men at arms, a couple of personal servants and of course the Duke and his lady.

As Johanna was led inside, she immediately spotted them. A large, bulky man who had to be at least a head taller than most others in the room. The Duke had pale blond, almost white hair and a bushy beard. At his feet and on an opulent golden chain sat a similarly humungous, well-muscled woman.

The lady of Burgundy was a hulking lioness, just as Johanna herself was a graceful cat.

Where Johannas figure was feline in its petite size and slim grace, the lioness was a large, chiseled but still utterly beautiful statue of muscle. Where a pair of red cat ears sported on her head, the lady of burgundy had white lion ears. And where Johanna had a long, bushy red tail, the other had a shorter lion tail with only a bush at its end.

They were diametrical opposites. Yet they both perfectly represented the coat of arms of their respective houses.

The moment their eyes locked, the ritualized greeting began. Following the gentle steps of her master, Johanna straightened her ears in greeting. The lady of Burgundy followed suit, her tail swiping behind her faster than normal to signal excitement at their meeting. Johanna mirrored the sentiment with her own tail, before posing a question with a twitch downwards with her ears.

The answer was given with a playful swipe of the tail towards the duke.

So they would be following the usual order of actions for the evening.

Finally, the two heads of the houses, her own Albrecht King of roman Germany and Duke Odo of Burgundy stood opposing each other and exchanged greetings. After a moment the two pet ladies were also introduced.

"This is Johanna, my wife.", her Master presented her with some pride. The Duke mustered her inquisitively. It was considered rude not to take in the whole form of a pet lady. After all they represented the prestige of the entire house.

"Exquisite.", he finally said with a smile. Turning to Albrecht he flattered. "She is a vision of your coat of arms. Truly astounding."

Now it was her husbands turn to compliment the Duke's pet. The two men continued to talk and Johanna returned her attention to the other lady, Joan. With a flick of her tail she asked about her health. Joan replied with a gentle sway of her shoulders that she was feeling a little weak from the journey but was otherwise fine.

They continued their silent, unobtrusive conversation at their husband's feet until it was time to get seated and start the feast.

Lead by her leash, Johanna followed her Master to his place and waited until he got seated, before crawling in front of him. Both her Husband and the Duke were seated at separated thrones at the end of the hall, the rest of the men and servants dining at large tables in the middle.

Servants began bringing the food, and soon merry laughter and the sound of men eating filled the room. Johanna obediently remained kneeling in front of her husband, as he had a servant bring him a plate with meat, which the servant then held next to him as he ate from it. The Duke, similarly began to eat with his pet, Joan waiting just like her.

After a few bites, Albrecht looked down to Johanna and gave her a nod. She could now start earning her own dinner. Excited to show her skills, she crawled closer and opened her husband's pants to free his cock. She gently massaged it with her hands, until it began to swell before moving closer on her knees and crossing her arms behind her back.

Showing of their oral skills was one of the most prestigious pastimes a pet had. At feasts like this it was expected for the two ladies of the house to present their skills and first earn their meals from their owners. Of course, it also provided ample entertainment for the men in presence.

In the corner of her vision, Johanna could see that Joan had already begun vigorously fellating her husband. Not wanting to be overshadowed, she quickly followed suit and swallowed her Husbands half-hard cock up to the base. Gentle she started bobbing her head on it, as the cock gradually grew in size and began knocking on her throat.

That said, Johanna hadn't had a strong gag reflex even before her marriage and after her marriage to Albrecht it had taken less than a week of daily blowjobs for it to fully disappear. In a good day, she would wake him with his cock down her throat and end her dinner with his semen running down her throat.

As such, she didn't need to pull back at all as his penis grew to its full size and fully impaled her throat. Instead, she kept her pace steady, breathing on the upstroke and holding her breath for the few moments she spent with him fully buried inside.

Meanwhile, he continued his dinner, leisurely chatting with the duke and commenting on their skills.

After a while, her mind blurred as she let herself get into the strange zone she always entered during these competitions. The goal was not to get her husband to come too soon, after all he was supposed to have his pleasure first. It was to show just how eager to serve she was, and Johanna found that she very much enjoyed her role as his cumbucket.

Especially since she knew that he would reward her with some exquisite orgasms later that night.

After some time, it could have been minutes or half an hour, she felt a gentle tap on the back of her head. It did not wake her from her stupor, but trigger her trained instinct and she pushed forwards, completely burying her Masters cock in her throat and milking it by spasming the muscles.

She felt it slowly pulsing as he grew closer to cumming, but knew that it would take some more time. He loved **** her with his penis, watching as she slowly suffocated for his pleasure. And she was eager to provide. So as she grew dizzy from the lack of air, she only increased her efforts in stimulating him with her throat. She drew back a little, keeping him deep, before slamming back down, fucking him with her throat without leaving herself the possibility to breath.

Somehow he got even harder and as she fought down the involuntary panic at her lack of air, she felt the pulses of his penis increase in frequency. A few moments later and he began cumming. She clambed down on herself and pushed herself to swallow everything.

After an agonizingly long time, he was done. A gentle pat on her head, permitted to draw back and Johanna took a deep **** breath. She continued to take deep, measured breaths until she felt ok again. Then she looked up to see her Husband reward her with an adoring look.

"You did very well.", he whispered as he continued to pet her head.

"You certainly deserve your reward.", satisfied with herself, she laid her head on his knee and rested a bit, watching as Joan continued to deepthroat the Duke. To her delight, she saw that the lady was clearly worse at it than her.

A few minutes later, a servant approached with a bowl and Johanna crouched down to eat dinner.