Femdom pet play night

You shake your head no, causing the mamma bear to smile widely before she delves into the facts.

“Well, this weekend is for a special partner type matchup. For lack of a better comparison, think of Pokémon, where two Mistresses send their pets in to battle. The first pet to make the other cum wins for their trainer. However, the losing pet not only gets used and humiliated in front of the bar during a bonus round, but depending on the pre agreed stakes the pet could belong to the winning trainer for an agreed upon time limit, up to one month.”

You notice what she means as you read the details of the paperwork, as well as the blank fill in spots for both trainer and pet. “Wait,” you frustratingly exclaim, “So I can’t fight alone?”

“No sweety. You would need someone to claim you as your trainer or Mistress. There will be many new and experienced women, though because of the stakes you will have to convince them you are worthy of battling for them.”

“Um... so how are the stakes chosen?” This is the part that most concerns you, as it would not only determine what you could win, but what you could lose... especially since it sounds like losing could cost you quite a lot. “This isn’t a tournament style. Every pair that signs up will get matched with another pair for the night, with the winning pair getting a guaranteed thousand dollars to split. The losers can still make money off of tips, but it isn’t guaranteed. In addition, there is often a wager of either humiliation or ownership of each other’s pets, though the stakes can be increased or decreased if both trainers agree, and can even include the trainer as the prize.”

That is mildly disconcerting, but you convince yourself as long as you win it doesn’t matter... right?

You look over the bar, which hasn’t filled much yet. “So, Mistress Kara, what should I be on the lookout for?”

She leans in the bar top, her large breasts resting on the polished wood. “Well aren’t you wise asking for advice. If you are looking for a trainer, look for someone confident but not arrogant, who will guide you to winning and can best utilize your strength. Most experienced ones here will already have a pet of their own, but their are exceptions. And, well, being attractive to you isn’t a bad thing either.” She laughs at the end.

You wait at the bar, chatting up Mistress Kara when ever she is free and not either serving drinks or signing in contestants. The bar soon starts to fill, and you look over the crowd. Those signing up in pairs vary, but all were dressed in themed fetish wear. One couple was a tall German lady in a black latex military uniform with a submissive behind her leashed looking like a military dog in her rubber. Another to sign up was a fox hunter and a latex fox gurl.

Looking over the crowd, most were groups of ladies, some in club wear but most in fetish wear made of latex, leather, or lace. You notice that you aren’t the only male, but that almost all the other guys were heavily feminized in some form or another, and every other one was clearly already collared. You do notice a few women on their own, and a some of them catch your eye.

In a corner booth of the bar is a particularly fierce looking tattooed butch woman, maybe in her mid twenties, covered in heavy leather, nursing a whiskey on ice. A tall beautiful blonde just walked up to Mistress Kara, wearing fish nets on her long legs and a corset barely containing her large breasts.

A large and slightly heavier black lady nods at you as your eyes meet. Her latex clad legs cross as she sips on her margarita, as she seems to be looking for something herself. Finally you see entering the front door alone is a shy Asian girl that you seem to recognize from school, though she is covered by leather straps and carries a leather puppy hood in her hand as she looks around the bar.