Odbedience training for the new pet

Faye stood there, uncomfortably bent over. Her breasts had spilled out of her corseted top, much to the delight of the older woman in front of her. She knew that her short skirt and the angle she was at was giving quite a show to the men behind her as well. "Now, as Rose is a very newly acquired pet, she can't be expected to perform every trick to your satisfaction. Indeed, when training a pet, the first thing we must do is make them feel comfortable. Madame, the leash please. Stand!" Tiffany said. Faye sighed in relief when Tiffany took it back from her, and allowed her to stand upright. Even with her wrists handcuffed behind her and her firm and supple breasts jutting forward, she felt better. "Good girl." she said. Faye watched as Tiffany slid her hand slowly under the billowing skirt. She could see her forearm flex as her fingers disappeared between her legs. "Here's your treat." she said, holding two glistening fingers to Faye's lips.

"Ahh, what the Hell, I've already tasted her in a far worse circumstance." she thought to herself. Faye opened her mouth, and wrapped her lips around them. It was just as before, sweet and coppery; and thankfully without the "old man cock" taste accompanying .

"Now for our pet's next trick. Stay!" she commanded. Faye figured that was easy enough. She stood at attention, able to scan the crowd. She saw that a few individuals, and one full table, were whispering to the waitresses and learing at her. She felt the leash drop. "Now's your chance. You can run..." she thought. Yeah right. Run where? She was nearly nude, it was after dark in a shady part of town, and she was handcuffed. She'd end up in some pervert's basement, or under a pile of sex-mad hobos by midnight. Faye sighed. There was no way out of this but to get through it.

Tiffany stepped off the small stage, and approached the woman who had held the leash. Faye watched as she leaned in and whispered something to her. The woman looked at Faye, and smiled. She watched as the woman stood, and inched her gown up to her knees. Tiffany lowered herself, and slid her hand underneath the blue and white fabric. She glanced back at Faye, just as the woman inhaled sharply. She could see Tiffany's arm go up and down, and could guess what was happening beneath. Faye bit her lip as Tiffany drew her hand back, two fingers extended, and stepped back onto the stage. "You stayed. Good girl... here's your treat." she said, holding her wet fingers to Faye's mouth. Faye looked at the woman, who was completely focused on what she would do. One of her attendees had slid his hand under her gown and was quite obviously stimulating her. Slowly, Faye parted her lips, and slid her tongue out before sucking Tiffany's fingers in. It was much less sweet and much more coppery, but not unpleasant. Faye was even able to force an "mmmm..." sound. If she guessed right, Tiffany was trying to get the woman and her handsome, young attendees to be the takers for the one private show. She preferred that to the group of wrinkly faced sex fiends that were burning up the waitresses' ears. "Good girl."

"Now for her last trick, I'll need eight volunteers..." Tiffany said. Faye's mind raced.

"Eight! Oh God! This is it...I'm about to be gang raped, right in front of everyone...I have to get out...I have to..." she thought. Just then, Tiffany tugged on her leash, breaking her train of thought. She couldn't help but remember a popular show about training dogs that employed a similar technique. Tiffany stroked the side of her face, and down her back. She leaned in close, and with the faintest of whispers, she said "Relax. It's just me. No one else will touch you, I promise. Just relax. When I say "kneel, get on all fours in the center of the stage. I'll be the only one who can reach you." With that, she stood upright.

"Kneel!" she said in a commanding voice. Faye's mind raced, but there were no better options. Obediently, she knelt down, and got on all fours. "Good girl!" Tiffany said. Faye was looking forward, now into the crowd. They were all leaning forward, masked and unmasked alike. "Good girl. Now...stay!" she said. Tiffany leaned in close again. "Its my finger. I won't let anyone else touch you. Its just my finger." she said. Faye was close to hyperventilating. "If you can maintain your composure for the next two minutes, you'll have made some serious money." Faye looked at her, and for whatever reason, she nodded. She could do this, she told herself. She could do this.

Tiffany's index and middle fingers slid into her. Faye whimpered as she felt them bottom out easily. "Am I THAT wet?" she thought.

"Volunteers one and two, step forward." Tiffany said. Faye could hear the slurping sounds as they sucked her pussy juices from Tiff's fingers. "Three and four..." another two deep thrusts into her pussy. Faye bit her lip. Strangers were tasting her, eagerly sucking her juices into their mouths. "Five and six." Faye was gasping now. Her pussy was so wet! She heard the slurping and sucking. "Excellent. Seven. Come on up." she heard. Tiffany slid two fingers into her again, drew them out, and the sound was echoing in Faye's ears. "Eight. Dear number eight. My fingers are a bit pruned. Why don't you take it from the source?" Faye's legs were quivering. She couldn't believe she was enjoying this so much. She stole a glance back, and when she saw the silver haired woman bending down to taste her pussy, she bit her index finger. The woman's tongue slid into her wet and dripping sex. She pressed backward, covering her lips. Faye cried out, suddenly; stunned by her own shockingly sudden orgasm. Her cunt quivered and came as the woman's tongue teased and her mouth suckled on her cunt. She was shocked at how wet and moist and she was, embarrassed that her juices shot out and ruined the woman's makeup.

It was only after the woman sat back, her attendees finishing her off with the gasping sounds of orgasm that Faye really saw how much she wanted to fuck the woman in the lovely blue nightgown. Faye looked at Tiffany, a wild lust in her eyes. Tiffany looked back, knowingly.

"We'll be available for one show only. Bidding starts at $3,000." she said as she led Faye off stage. "And now we wait." she said. "Sit." Faye obediently knelt by her side. "Good girl..."