Miranda led her new pet into the kitchen feeling very pleased with her progress after only a few hours of training. She had spent the past week searching the internet for ideas on how to humiliate the stuck up bitch when she accidentally came upon a pet-girl site.
She loved the idea of blackmailing the wealthy woman into this humiliating role but hadn't believed it possible. When Geraldine capitulated so easily, Miranda decided to see how far she could push the woman. Submitting her to humiliating acts was not only entertaining, but was providing even more film to blackmail her with.
Geraldine didn't realize the nasty actions of the past few hours were being recorded. Every humiliating act was on a miniature camera, to be edited later, making it look as though she enjoyed every moment, leaving her looking sexually depraved.
The husband would be home soon so there wasn't enough time to break the woman completely, but the new film would be used later to blackmail her into submission.
It seemed she was a natural submissive, not exactly enjoying the rough treatment, just giving in to it easily when dominated. Every time she tried to rebel Miranda whipped her ass with the leash and when she behaved encouragement was given, just as advised on the pet-girl site.
Geraldine had controlled the woman's orgasm and managed to change her speech too. The speech training involved making her automatically call Miranda 'mistress', and to respond to being called 'pet.' The training regime was beginning to affect her self image as expected. She was beginning to behave like a silly little pet by submitting to crawling around the floor behind her mistress on a leash.
Miranda's pulling on the leash halted her pet. "Stay," she ordered. She looked down at the woman who was on hands and knees waiting for the next humiliation. Clipping the end of the leash to a hook forced her new pet to wait patiently while Miranda prepared a meal. The first thought was to get this pet slave to do it, but an inspiration brought forth a better idea.
As she guessed, in a cupboard under the sink, an old stainless steel bowl had been kept after their pet had died. Miranda poured some cereal into it and placed the dog bowl on the floor before her pet.
"There you are, Susie, pet," Miranda purred. "Eat it all up Susie, you never know when you'll be fed and your mistress wants you strong and fit," she smiled. It was true Geraldine would need energy and stamina to survive the next hour or so.
Geraldine was crying silently into the bowl as she dipped her face into the cereal, dribbling milk down her chin. She felt terrible, and so stupid, for giving in to this eighteen-year-old girl. This demeaning position was despicable yet there she was, a responsible mature woman, being treated like the girls pet.
"Whatever you spill will have to be licked up off the floor," Geraldine warned the pet. She leaned against the worktop watching the woman lap up what was supposed to be an early evening meal. The muesli didn't look very appetizing, and eaten like that it looked foul, yet it was a most suitable training exercise for the pet.
Miranda wiped the milk away from the woman's face with an old cloth found under the sink. "What do you say, Susie?" Miranda asked, waving an end of the leash in her face.
"Thank you mistress," Geraldine whimpered. She wanted to shout obscenities at the girl, but even after eating it felt as though all the energy had been drained from her body, leaving her too weak to fight back. She was a wealthy pampered woman with a good family background and couldn't endure being subjected to this disgusting behavior.
The girl was from a rough family with only basic education, yet she had trapped her and taken control, while Geraldine was still in a daze from the implications of that damning film. Seeing that dreadful film had floored her, but since that moment it had all become so much worse. Geraldine kept telling herself to bide her time, to hang on to her sanity a little longer, for she could escape this torture as soon as Matthew arrived home.
On the end of the leash Geraldine crawled into the lounge looking at the soft comfortable sofa, longing to rest her sore knees. As though the girl had read her thoughts she not only denied her some comfort but rubbed in this new lowly position.
"When you've learned to behave like a good little pet you can climb onto the sofa, as a treat," Miranda said, sounding patronizing.
"Thank you mistress," Geraldine said, without a prompt from the leash.
The sound of her voice still held a tone of resentment but at least she was replying automatically.
Geraldine pulled the leash tight, forcing her pet down at her feet. "Come on pet, you must learn your place, kiss my toes," Geraldine commanded. When the woman looked up at her with a look of scorn she whipped the leash across her ass.
"Get to it, naughty pet," she growled.
Geraldine yelped from the stinging stroke to her bottom, yet still she hesitated. Again the leash was raised but this time she flinched then quickly put her lips to the young girl's feet. Little derisory comments with slaps to her bottom had Geraldine licking the girl's feet that were thankfully clean.
Up Miranda's legs she worked until reaching the girls thighs. Miranda had parted her legs pushing the pet in training between them. Geraldine gritted her teeth, not daring to say anything yet obviously refusing to make further progress. With a sharp stinging clout from the leash and both ankles hooked around the pet's neck, Miranda brought her to heel.
Miranda pulled the woman's head down between her legs, lifted her hips and pulled her panties to the side, pushing her pussy into her pet's face. A couple of strokes with shouted orders eventually got her going. Her pet was licking the lips of her pussy in a desultory fashion, without enthusiasm or skill.
"You're useless! Bad pet, you'll be punished for such disobedience," Miranda shouted at her.
The phone rang and Miranda leaned over to pick it up, forcing her pussy into Geraldine's face even tighter. Not wanting her pet to shout out for help she clamped her thighs tight around her pet's head.
"Hello, sir," Miranda said, in a loud whisper. "She's asleep in the bedroom; do you want me to wake her? No, best not," Miranda said, while staring intently at his wife, caught between her thighs. She grinned at the look of horror in her pet's eyes on realizing it was her husband on the phone.
The glare in Geraldine's eyes returned though it was overshadowed by indecision. The pet was obviously wondering whether to break free and shout for help, or keep quiet about this horrendous torture.
Miranda could see the eyes pleading, staring at the phone for help, yet doing nothing from fear of the blackmail, and all that meant to her life style. Eventually it showed in her eyes; his wife had given up. She slumped between Miranda's legs with her mouth gagged in her mistress's fleshy pussy.
It was funny talking to the husband while her sticky pussy juices were glistening on the wife's face. Obviously the wife didn't think so. "Yes, sir, I'll tell her tomorrow. What time should I say you will be home? OK! Have a nice evening, sir," Miranda said. She had used a polite tone of voice to the husband, sounding young and innocent.
Reverting to a harsh commanding tone she spoke to his wife who was now her pet.
"He won't be home tonight, staying with a drinking friend from the golf club," Miranda repeated, knowing it was a lie, for she knew where he really was. "That means we can get on with your training," Miranda laughed, and leaned forward to pinch pet's nipples.
Holding onto them and twisting she whispered in the woman's ear. "Better make sure you take a piss, as a harsh punishment will be called for if little Susie wets herself on the floor." Miranda teased.
Geraldine was ready to burst into tears, knowing there would be no rescue tonight. There was nothing she could do or say without getting a spanking, or worse. The girl was stronger than she was, as had already been proved when Miranda forced her down onto the floor.
Every time she tried to get up, the girl either kicked her legs away, or forced her down with both hands on her shoulders. Having given up she concentrated on obeying orders to avoid being whipped with the damnable leash. The blow from not having her husband home was too much to bear, but somehow she kept back the flood of tears.
Geraldine wasn't taking much notice of what was happening to her, just following where led, only to be awoken from the living nightmare, when she was pulled outside. It was dark but the fences and hedges were low and she was naked! The neighbors could see her if they cared to look outside. She dare not shout or complain or disobey her mistress, as a noisy confrontation would attract attention.
"Piss here little pet-girl, Susie. If you let go on the furniture you'll be severely punished," Miranda warned her pet, in a tone of voice meant to humiliate.
Geraldine looked around frantically then decided to quickly get the ordeal over and done with. She had always stayed at the best hotels when on vacation and never having gone camping in her life she wondered what to do. She tried separating her legs, in an awkward squat, but still splashed her thighs with urine. It felt hot and sticky and smelt acrid, like ammonia.
It was disgusting but it was over with, leaving her feeling dirty and squalid, hoping her mistress would wipe her down as quickly as possible. A realization that she was bending to the repulsive role, accepting the young girl as her mistress, was shuffled away in the back of her mind.
