Add a leash to that collar

Susan has done nothing but stand in the corner, sitting on one of the **** girls and masturbating. She hasn't taken her eyes off of you and you suspect that she's finding this as hot as you are. Perhaps she's actually been hoping that you might get up the nerve to crawl through the **** entrance and give yourself over to her and Della. She let Della take the lead but now she leaves the comfort of her ****-chair and goes over to the wall, which is filled with many many toys and restraints. She looks them over but for a moment, your mind goes back to all the times the girls have chosen to latch the Bitch collar around a girl's neck and you already know where this is going. Sure enough, the long leash is the first toy to be pulled off the racks and Susan saunters over to you and buckles it to your collar. For the first few minutes, you are on your hands and knees, both excited despite the situation and at the same time terrified. Over the time you've spent watching them, you've gained a good understanding of most of their preferred tendencies. The girls, especially Susan, love the Bitch collar more than any of the others and you've come to recognize the way they love to play with a Bitch, which in truth more or less meant ****-pet. The sensations that come next make you arch your back and let out a long moan. Susan and Della are examining you, as they always do with their pet-girls. Susan's velvet gloves and Della's leather ones run all over your body, testing you for sensitivity. They love to see how their new captives react to their touch, where they like it the most, where it hurts the most, in general they wanted to know where to get the best reactions. You know this may, or rather will come back to haunt you but at the moment, you are lost in the pleasure of being felt up by the two beautiful Dommes. Della's hands reach under you and pinch your nipples roughly enough that you elicit a pained grunt, to which she responds with a wicked grin. You know the more you react, the better they'll know how to torment you, but your mind is sill so caught up with wonder how the hell you got yourself into this, that you are unknowingly obeying their every whim. Soft, warm velvet covered hands slide between your legs and you feel Susan caress your balls, grabbing them firmly but not painfully. Her other hand curls slowly around your very erect shaft and you drop your head, nearly collapsing from the amazing sensations. Before you can really enjoy it, however Della digs the nails of her leather glove- how the hell does it even have nails?-into the back of your neck, underneath the collar.

"Your being too nice to her."

Her nails bite into your skin and you freeze, something instinctive inside you forces you to comply. As if a something animalistic deep within you felt the need to obey the will of the women who's hand clearly controlled your every action. You weren't sure how you felt about that, it wasn't a conscious effort, it was deeper. Della seems very pleased with you and slowly forces you lower to the floor or the dungeon, Susan still massaging and stroking your cock which is so hard it's aching. You only considered yourself the type who wanted to be in control. You set this whole place and situation up so you could enjoy others being taken control of and used and abused. You never had thoughts or fantasies about submitting like this, but now as it happens, you feel something you didn't even realize you could feel. It was something inside like a sense of possession, like you had willingly accepted ownership by the two ladies. And they seem to be as aroused by the circumstances as you are. Della looks over at her companion as she still holds you in place. Susan seems to be really getting into this.

"Well, she seems to be taking to this even faster than I thought; she’s such a good girl. I think we can actually skip obedience training. Clearly she's pretty well behaved. I think it's time to have some real fun with her."

Della looks a bit disappointed but you feel more then a bit relieved. You've seen many times how Della like to ensure most pet girl bitches learn to obey their mistress and it's not something you are particularly looking forward too.

"Ok, What do you want to do with her first?"

Della looks underneath you, watching Susan pleasure you, seeing you torn between the pleasure of Susan's soft gloves jerking your cock, and Della's ever increasingly rough grasp of your neck.

"I have an idea. Something really special in mind for this Bitch."

You aren't sure how you feel about this. You've always known Della to be the more straightforward Domme type, specializing in physical pain bondage and punishment. Susan is typically the more creative one and is especially good at devising unique ways of tormenting others, most if not all of them incredibly humiliating as well as painful. She loved degrading others, and even on the rare occasion being degraded herself. Still, you might wager it's been then Della just beating you until your entire body is one giant red black blue and purple mass of bruises and welts.

"Oh really, then what is it?" Della asks with eager anticipation.