Leave the showers

Feeling the soft grass underneath your feet as you walk alongside Mr. Crassle, wearing your collar again, you feel your body blush with excitement as you’re once more paraded in front of the entire party. Your body glistens in the lights (it’s gotten a fair bit darker since you entered the showers) as you are lead by the leash towards the poolside bar. You feel a little tingle each time one of the people, men and woman, who you pass clearly checks you out.

“Let’s get our fluids back up, doll!” he say as he, with a flick of his fingers, signals a bartender for a couple of drinks. “We still has lots to do tonight, my little slut!” he grin, wrapping an arm around you, his hand gripping your naked bottom, “… yes, I could think of so many things to do with a young doll like you… you’d like that don’t you?” he ask.

The excitement you feel, naked in public and getting felt up by Mr. Crassle, makes your body almost react on its own, nodding your head and moaning lightly, eyes closing a little.

“I know you do, you’re gonna be a good whore for me…” he smiles and pulls his hand back, pinching one of your rock hard nipples as he passes it. Gasping you open your eyes wide, seeing his arrogant grin as he hands you a drink, you shiver with excitement at the thought of the bartender serving you while you were being felt up and acting the wanton slut. “Cheers!” he smile and after taking a sip he turns his attention away from you, one hand returning to your back to show who you belong to as he engages in small talk with other guests.

As you scan the pool and surrounding garden the sound of a ditzy giggle catches your attention. In a cabana with a sort of lounge, couch and fluffy cushions type of set-up, by the pool Mr. Venice, who a little earlier was using you however he wanted, is talking to a group of busty bimbos. Wearing skimpy bikinis, at least one topless, their bodies are on full display and you feel a mixture of disgust at these skanks but also a little jealousy as they are now receiving Mr. Venice’s full attention. Why you felt that you couldn’t tell, had you met Mr. Venice anywhere other than at this place under the whim of Mr. Crassle you wouldn’t had attempted to get his attention, far from it.

“Enjoying yourself?” Mr. Crassle ask, his hand dropping a little lower to grab you naked ass.

“Mm-hmm…” you nod in reply, turning your attention away from Mr. Venice and his pack of whores and smiling Mr. Crassle.

“Yeah, you see… when you’re a good slut you gonna feel good,” he tells you, “Mm-hmm, you’re some find… young, sexy, horny, submissive, huh?” he continue, stroking your backside his hand finds its way between your legs, trailing along your moist sex, “You found what you were craving... a man to tell you what to do, dominate you, right?” he ask, pushing a finger into your pussy.

“Oh…” you gasp, barely noticing a few snickers from some of the people around the bar.

“Yeah... bet you didn’t even realize you were such a slut, huh?” he grin, “But you know it’s right… that’s why you came to this party, why you came upstairs!” he hiss in your ear as he lets his finger saw in and out of you a little while longer before pulling away, wiping his finger on you thigh before returning his hand to your lower back.

With ragged breath, flush with a mixture of excitement and embarrassment, you turn you attention back to Mr. Venice. Mr. Crassle’s public fondling of you has apparently caught his attention too as he gets up. A few of the girls pout and seem to beg him to stay. Feeling that mixture of disgust and jealousy, you smile a little and push your naked chest up a little, ‘I’ll show him…’ you think wanting to upstage the other girls.

“Hello, enjoying yourself pet?” he asks, a smile on his face, as he reach you.

“Yes sir, oh…” you moan as he fondles your naked breasts before ordering a drink with a wave of his hand and turning his attention towards Mr. Crassle.

The two men then talk, completely ignoring you and only Mr. Crassle’s arm around you acknowledge you the slightest, and that’s more as a sign of ownership then an equal relationship. For some reason it doesn’t bother you and you strike a pose, wanting to please the two men, and become somewhat oblivious to what they are talking about, catching a few details as they talk about the night so far and once again mentioning the club that Mr. Venice seems to own, “You should definitely stop by later…” you hear.

Glancing at the sluts you keep you pose, chest out and chin up, leaning slightly against Mr. Crassle. ‘Yeah, those bitches don’t have nothing on me!’ you think, looking down your body, naked body, as you display yourself to your two men, ‘Hell I’m all real, not some plastic bimbo like those skanks’ you scowl at the girls, a superior smile on your face.

“Ah, you’ve seen my Eager Dolls…” Mr. Venice ask, snapping you out of your thoughts, “I see you looking at them…” he smile and glance at the girls himself, “You should come down to the club later, a girl like you could become quite the attraction… you wanna be an Eager Doll, just like my girls over there?” he ask.

“Ha, no way!” you snort, the feeling of contempt you felt towards the girls and the fact to you felt you were better than them made you respond in such a rash way. Seeing the Mr. Crassle’s angry reaction, and feeling his hand tightening around your back a little, and Mr. Venice’s bemused smile immediately makes you regret, you take a sharp intake of breath and stare wide-eyed at the men.

“Well, I’m sure you would be good doll… maybe you’re not quite ripe just yet,” he turn to Mr. Crassle, “I’ll see you around Hugh.”

As he walks of Mr. Crassle guides you away from the bar, towards the house.

“Now, you’ve seen what being a good girl gets you… but if you’re gonna run your mouth I must show what happens to disobedient girls!” he hiss guiding you along, “That’s only fair, don’t you think?” he ask, pinching you naked rear hard.

“Ow, yes sir... I’m sorry, I didn’t…” you beg, you heart racing.

“Shut it!” he hiss, “You answer my questions and behave, nothing more!”