The blonde woman

Roslyn shuddered in despair. She had enjoyed being the plaything of the Man in Green. Under his hungry yet watchful gaze she felt safe even in her birthday suit. The blonde woman however made it very clear that Roslyn was merely an object distracting her owner’s attention.

The blonde woman giggled in delight as she threw down her victorious cards.

“Looks like you will have to wait a little longer to have your fun with me,” she winked at the Man in Green.

A look of disquiet settled on the Man in Greens face. It seemed he truly had not expected to lose Roslyn. His star prize he had so cautiously wheedled off Daniel. Roslyn had been carefully stripped and made subservient to his will without requiring a single finger to be laid on her. Roslyn remained on the table unsure of how to react. The blonde woman hopped off the table and whispered to the Man in Green.

“You can keep my keys for now, you might still need them later.” She laughed and took her seat.

“Now get off the table,” she scolded Roslyn. “You’re in the way of the game.”

Roslyn hopped off the table, her tits bouncing freely as she moved instinctually to where she stood by the Man in Green.

“You’re not his anymore,” The blonde woman hissed. “Stand here!” She pointed to the floor beside her. Roslyn helplessly obeyed. There would be no use regaining her agency now. Where would she go? Unattached to the Man in Green’s wealth she would likely be asked to leave. At least here she could still be near him.

“I expect you to be a better pet to me.” The blonde woman smirked. Roslyn was not sure what could be meant by this. She had done everything asked of her.

“For starters, this won’t do at all.” The blonde woman brushed a finger through Roslyn’s dark bush. The fuzzy shape of a heart still visible when squinting. “I don’t want anyone thinking you’re representative of my standards.” A giggle erupted from the woman as she smiled to the Man in Green. “If my carpet didn’t match my drapes I wouldn’t take off my panties without shaving first.”

“Now get down on all fours.” The command took Roslyn aback. She was not sure what precedent this instruction would set.

“I said get down on all fours!” The blonde woman repeated, smacking Roslyn on the butt as she spoke.

Roslyn crouched to the floor and assumed the posture. “You’re my pet now so that is how you will act.” Roslyn grew conscious of the view she was providing as she beamed her asshole at the crowd while her tits dangled beneath her.

“Now wipe that serious look off your face, this will be fun.” The blonde woman smiled instructionally at Roslyn, and Roslyn placed a false smile in return.

“Now stick your tongue out and pant for me. That’s how pets ought to behave.” When Roslyn masturbated for her audience, she felt like she was unshackling herself from shame. There was nothing left for her to humiliate herself with, and so there was no need to feel humiliated. Yet crawling on all fours panting like a dog felt like a new low. She blushed deeply. At knee height she smiled and panted while looking at the crowd watching her total submission.

“Now give me a little bark for me.”

Roslyn hesitated.

“Come now, don’t be shy. When I speak to you I want you to reply as my pet.”

Roslyn gave a small yap.

“Very good!” The blonde woman clapped her hands together. “I see why you like her.” She said to the Man in Green.

“Now, we are going to play a little game of fetch.” Roslyn looked up to the blonde woman and yapped.

“I can’t have that bush of yours blighting your pretty pink body. So I’m going to need you to find us a razor.” Roslyn winced as she yapped. Where was she expected to find a razor in a casino? Was she really going to shave Roslyn here? That would surely finally be a breach of some rule somewhere. Or perhaps she did not mean for Roslyn to succeed.

“You are to go around the Casino and ask anyone if they have a razor for you.” She smiled cruelly. “I’m sure someone will be generous if they see the state of your unkempt bush.”

Roslyn looked to the Man in Green for help but he just stared at her. His eyes still full with longing, but no longer in control.

“Now it’s important you stay on your hands and knees. I don’t want anyone to mistake you for a patron.” Roslyn’s blush deepened. She was being ordered to crawl around the casino in the nude and ask for a razor to shave her vulva. How could she be expected to go through with this?

“And you are a pet so you must only speak in your barks.”

Roslyn’s mouth fell open. She was not being asked to succeed. The blonde woman wanted Roslyn gone and this was the cruellest ploy she could think of. How could Roslyn communicate that she needed a razor if she could only speak in barks and growls? She would just be crawling around naked yapping. The blonde woman’s mercurial smile shone at Roslyn.

“I don’t want you thrown out so take this,” she attached a ribbon from her dress and tied it around Roslyn’s neck. The make shift collar clarified her ownership of Roslyn to any strangers. The blonde woman smacked Roslyn on the bum. “Now get going,” she laughed.

The jolt of the slap shook off Roslyn’s confused stupor and she crawled off with a start. She yapped loudly to silence the shameful cries coming from within her. If she froze to think too long her absolute debasement might become too much.