Nina in the Booth

After I changed all the 'Russian' to 'German' and inserted Nina's name into the song a few times, I step out of the booth and down the short hall to the room where the computer and couch is to find Nina seated with Drew, while Josh plays with the vocals a little.

Without even thinking about it, I tap my thigh twice. Instantly Nina gets up. She moves in a stooped poistion, her mind clearly unsure if she should crawl or not. I turn my hand over, palm facing upwards. With two fingers pointing at Nina, and the other two held back by my thusmb, I cut the air in an upwards motion, signaling her to stand.

When she is before me, I am keeping a little show of grabbing her asscheeks in my hands.

"Who's ass is this?"

"Yours, master."

"Bark."

"Arf."

"Good, girl." I praise her by lifting my hand to her head and petting it. Josh and Drew look completely surprised, as does the hispanic girl with them. But she has something else in her eyes.. maybe lust.

"Josh, run it back, man." Without waiting for a response, I walk back towards the booth, Nina following me excitedly. She's excited to be on the track, but even more so to be helping me out.

We enter the booth, and I push aside the barstool I keep in there sometimes. I take the headphones off the microphone and place them on my pet's head, one over her ear, one on your cheek.

"All you have to do is vocalize. Speak a li'l German, give daddy a few ooh's and ahh's." Nina nodded, placing one hand on the earphone as if she thought it would fall. I lean into the mike over her shoulder. "Play it, Josh."

"You want it recorded?"

"Yeah, man. Start the recording about.. 20 seconds before the song. And let it play all the way through."

As I speak, I slide my hand over her hips and down the front of her thighs. Nina blushes. Then in a moment of panic asked what she should say.

"Introduce yourself, say you're Nina, and that you are Leo's pet."

She accepts this answer and I can feel her relax against me.

"Mein Name ist Nina Red, und ich bin Leos kleines Haustier. Ich bin seine kleine Hündin."

Rubbing her thighs becomes fingers gliding under her shirt and over her stomach, feeling the way her muscles hide just beneath her skin, before giving way to her rub cage.

I can hear the music playing from the esrphone not covering her ear. My flexible fingers bend and contort to match the swell of her breasts as I reach them.

I rub the nubs of her nipples a bit before a slight tug. Nina moans into the mike, but it sounds a little ****, a little unnatural.

"Relax, Pet." I bite her earlobe, while pinching and pulling both nipples simultaneously making her release a real groan into the microphone.

My hands continue to caress her bare skin. All manners of sexual alliterations filter muffled through the headphones as I push my hands downwards, pulling her lace panties with them.

My fingers slip between her thighs and alight on the land of her vertical smile while the music fades.

I grab the barstool and place it in front of Nina.

Into the microphone, I tell Josh to keep what he's got, but to play it again and leave hehe recorder on.

It's time for me to make Nina moan for real.