Page 41 of The Secret Club
“Yeah I’m fine. It’s always you who I hope will be fine by the end of it.”
“Me too,” I agree. “He won’t harm me. I have to keep reminding myself, it’s going to be a money can’t buy experience. I know I’ll enjoy it. I just need to get over my nerves.”
“Then take care of yourself and have fun. I’m curious on this one myself. Maybe I could be into a little soft pet play when you return. I’m always here for some pussy play.” He smiles down at me and my stomach does a flutter. He’s being playful but I know he’s also serious. I wouldn’t be opposed after I experience the real thing if I enjoy it.
“Is my ownership mark still there?” James asks, his eyes darkening with possessiveness.
“Yes, it hasn’t gone anywhere since Wednesday.”
“I think I need to give you another one, just to make sure.” And with that, he unzips the front of my romper, my breasts hang naked underneath. Picking up both breasts in each hand he squeezes and admires them. “I think this breast needs one too.” He bends his head to my left breast and sucks deeply to the side of my left nipple. When he’s spent enough time sucking to leave an angry purple hickey, he pulls back to see my pair of matching purple love bites. “You’re mine Roxy, and thatkinky fucker will now be well aware I’m only lending you out for a night.”
I love this side of James, standing there confident, his eyes devouring me, comfortable in his complete possession of me, body and soul. I begin to pull my zip up and cover my breasts back up.
“I think Frank will be outside waiting for me, I should go,” I lift my head to brush a chaste kiss on his lips, but James beats me and his lips are on mine. He kisses me hard on my mouth, deepening it with every stroke of his tongue, moving both hands to cradle my head until I am putty in his hands. When it feels like he’s sucked out my soul, he pulls back and looks me in the eyes.
“I’ll be thinking of you Rose Petal, every minute of every hour you’re gone. Be a good pet and come back to me. I love you.”
“I love you too,” I say almost into his mouth, our heads are still so close. “See you tomorrow.” And with that, James releases my head, and I walk towards the door. I turn just before I close the door behind me and see he’s standing staring just where I left him.
It’s moments like this that make me feel so conflicted. Is this right what I am doing? I know that society would say it’s cheating but to me its work, sex work yes. But it’s still just a job, one that pays well and helps out our lives.
I see Frank waiting for me at the end of our driveway as expected. I pull open the door and settle into the seat putting my blindfold on as usual. It’s 7pm, as I was informed we are an hour away from our destination tonight, so I have plenty of time to reflect on my choices and what I’m about to walk into. I remind myself I do want this, whateverthisworks out to be. I lie my head back onto the headrest and listen to the love songs playing on the radio.
I’ve just begun to feel sleepy when the car pulls to a stop.Frank instructs me to remove my blindfold, which I do and I peer up at a barn looking house. There is nothing and no one else around. I can’t see street lighting or any other lights to suggest there could be any neighbours around. Only the security lighting from the front door shining a beam of light on the short, gravelled pathway.
I say thanks to Frank and wish him a good night. I know he’ll be right here tomorrow morning at 8am. My palms begin to sweat a little as I walk towards the big old oak door with a brass knocker. I’m just contemplating lifting it when I think I can hear deadbolts on the other side. I wait and I am correct, the door slowly opens, and a tall, wide shouldered, red headed, bearded man is looking at me. He beams at me, and I cannot hold back my own smile back at him.
“Roxy, do please come in,” comes his deep raspy voice.
“Hi,” I say brightly. I know whatever is about to take place will be unusual, but this man reminds me of a friendly lumberjack and almost sets my mind at ease. I know by now you can never have expectations on who has booked your job because they always turn out to be the complete opposite.
“I’m Freddie,” he introduces himself and holds out his hand, I place mine in his. He shakes it twice before dropping it again. His hands feel rough, calloused, like he uses them for labour of some kind. He is wearing a checked shirt, rolled up at the sleeves, open at the collar and blue jeans. When I look up at him expectantly, I notice his dark blue eyes and pillowy lips. He reminds me of someone I’d expect to see outside chopping wood or something.
“Please, follow me, let’s go into the sitting room.” He turns on his heels and leads me through a series of beautifully decorated hallways making me realise just how large this house is. The floors are carpeted, and the ambience of the low lighting and cream carpets makes the house feel fresh and cosy. I follow Freddie into a room with cream walls and mahogany furniture.Freddie walks up to a three-seater sofa and holds out his hand indicating for me to sit. I do as he suggests and watch as he too sits down facing me.
“Thank you for coming today and agreeing to spend the next 12 hours with me. I just wanted to go over a few things. Firstly, do you know your safe word?”
I nod, “Yes, Neptune.”
“Ok great. Please use it if and when you need to. I know how we will spend the next 12 hours will be a role play of sorts and not what you may have experienced before. Frank is only a phone call away and the job will be paid pro-rata to the hours worked/played.” I nod, listening quietly as he continues, “I’m sure you’re well aware that I would like you to be my pet dog. I would like you to fully encompass being my pet along with some physical and sexual encounters.” My eyes follow his movements as he speaks confidently like he’s in a business meeting with his hands resting on his thighs.
“As mentioned, I would like you to be naked with some dog adornments. You will be my pet dog and I will be your master. When we get into our roles the dynamic will be simple: I will give you instructions and you obey. You will not speak a word during our time together, excluding your safeword of course. If you need anything, you will bark and do your best to convey what you need. When we get into our roles, I will show you where you will be eating and sleeping.
“When I eat, you will suck my cock under the dinner table until I come. You are to lick me clean once you are finished. When you are finished, you will be able to eat your food from the dog bowls provided. I would like to bathe you and mount you doggy style before curling up to watch a movie before we go to sleep. We will awake early to do a similar routine before we say goodbye. How does that sound to you?”
“I-I think it sounds great,” I reply, not knowing what else I should say. I can hardly back out now. Everything he has said sofar isn’t too far out of the realm of what I had imagined. Maybe not the barking but I can work around that, it sounds like $15,000 of doggy role play to me.
Freddie’s eyes smoulder at me, his pillowy lips curl into a wide grin. “Excellent. Let’s get started. Please note, I expect obedience and will punish or reward you like any other pet.” He smiles at me, the confidence and dominance in that expression clearly representing the authority of his position and what he is expecting in mine. “Please take off your clothes.”
My blood heats and my pulse quickens. This is it. I either get naked and be Freddie’s dog for twelve hours or I go home. My instincts are telling me I’m safe and I can do it. I remember Sophie’s words that she recommends the experience, so I begin to undo the zip down the front of my romper and peel down the sleeves over my shoulders and arms. My breasts hang full and heavy seeing as I didn’t wear a bra. I look up to see Freddie’s eyes following my every movement sitting back on the sofa with desire written all over his face. I see him take in the hickies James left on my breasts as he looks from one to the other but he doesn’t comment on them, only one side of his lips quirk, in approval? I remove my shoes, top half now completely naked. I stand and shimmy the romper down over my hips and pull one leg out after the other until I’m left in just my black silk thong. I pinch the sides and pull the fabric down to expose my naked mound and pussy before bending down and picking up the clothes to lie across the sofa arm.
Freddie reaches down his side of the sofa and picks up a shoebox sized box and lifts the lid off. He stands and lifts a red leather collar and walks towards me. I catch a glimpse of the name tag and am surprised to see my name etched into the shiny gold circle. Without saying a word, he lifts it to my neck and fastens the buckle at the back. My long brown hair is pulled back into a ponytail and he seems to approve.
Walking back over to the box, he lifts out a headband withtwo brown perky ears attached, which he turns and places onto my head. Going back to the box he pulls out two mittens and knee pads. “Hold out your hands please, Roxy.” I obediently lift my hands up in front of me. He pulls on one thick cotton mitten that has brown fur on the top and fastens it around my wrist before moving onto the next one.
Freddie then picks up a knee pad and bends onto his knees. When his eyeline is just below my breasts he says, “Lift your foot Roxy.” I do as I’m told and he pulls the elastic up over my foot, up my calves and settles the padding over my knee. I watch as he carefully does the same with my right leg. This can of course mean only one thing: crawling. Standing once again he pulls out a tube and a tail. “Now the pièce de résistance. Please get onto your knees now Roxy, you will have no need to stand again for the next twelve hours. Lean over the sofa whilst I place this plug in your arsehole. It will fit snugly inside and has a flat base so you can go about the house like it wasn’t there. The tail is super soft so you shouldn’t have any problems sitting for me.” He opens the cap and squirts some lube onto the plug.
I drop to my knees as Freddie requested and lean over the sofa with my forearms. I can feel his hands as they part my arsecheeks and line up the plug to my tight hole. Slowly, he adds pressure to it and pushes it steady and deep until my back hole allows the intrusion and suctions it in with the bulb nestled inside and the tail gently brushing the back of my legs. My face burns, I feel utterly humiliated.Is this my limit or can I work through this?
