Upstairs, where the real world still existed, Olivia was bidding her other slave goodbye. When she had awakened this morning she had found Michael to be much more submissive than when he walked through her door the night before. As she had expected, the ordeal she had put him through had subdued him. He had preformed the ultimate act of submission for her. Her ownership of him was now complete. Around his neck, he wore a thick silver chain she had presented him with this morning signifying his place as her slave. When they reached the door she reached out and placed her hand over his crotch.

“Who do you belong to Michael?”

“You, Mistress Olivia,” his hand reached to touch the chain he wore. “For the first time I feel truly owned. Thank you, Mistress.”

She smiled, pleased. “You will get to show me your appreciation soon. Just think in a few days you will be accompanying me on vacation. You will have three whole weeks to devote to me.”

 “I look forward to it, Mistress.” He bent and kissed the top of her head before taking his leave. He did not see the wicked smile on her face as she shut the door behind him. Olivia leaned against it with a satisfied gleam in her eyes.

“Where are you, slave?” she asked.

“I just picked up my briefcase and was headed to the office.”

She smiled. Her house was in the same direction. “Stop by here on the way. I need my pussy licked. I’ll leave the door open for you.” She disconnected before he could reply and waited for him with her legs spread.

Fifteen minutes later his face was buried between her thighs. Her hands were tangled in his hair as he licked and sucked. She found the sight of him in this position, wearing his Armani suit and tie, highly stimulating. She decided she was not going to allow him to rinse the pussy juice out of his neatly groomed beard or mustache. She wanted him to wear her scent all day.

“Is my pussy as good as the cock you sucked for me last night, slave?”

 Michael did not even raise his head. “Better, Mistress.”

 Her brow arched and she twined her leg around his neck, locking him in place. “Didn’t you enjoy sucking cock for me?”

“I loved it, Mistress, thank you. But nothing could be better than a slave being allowed to service his Mistress’s pussy.”

A satisfied smile crossed her face and she arched her back, pressing his face deeper into her. “Good answer, slave. For your reward you may lick me a little longer.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” he mumbled against her and then he devoted himself fully to her pleasure. She took her fill of him, demanding he bring her to orgasm again and again over the next hour. Finally sated, she sent him off with a few well placed swats on his ass. Stretching languidly, she decided it was time to turn her attention to her other slave. With an irritated sigh, she spilled out his breakfast. It wouldn’t do to feed her pet soured milk so she went through the effort of crumbling more flakes of cereal for him. She unlocked the first door and made her way down the basement steps. A second door was unlocked as well. Olivia then reached into her pocket and pointed the remote at the heavy metal sliding door she had installed. It could only be operated by remote or a code. Once a slave found his way into her dungeon there would be no escape for him until she decided he had earned his release.

Steven’s head perked up at the sound. He was flooded with relief, rage, fear and excitement. He was also tired and uncomfortable and the uppermost thought in his mind was that at last he was finally going to be released. He crawled to the front of the cage, ready for her to unlock it. So preoccupied was he, by the thought of regaining his freedom, that he did not even look at her as she approached. His hands were clenched around the bars. Despite himself his cock struggled to harden in the chastity device she had locked him into. The points pressed cruelly into his tender flesh. He struggled with himself to keep silent. He wanted to rage and complain about being locked down here all night, left in a cage with nothing but the hard floor to sleep on. But now that Mistress was near and he was about to be freed, he decided that maybe it had not been so very bad. He thought it might be best to keep his thoughts and his anger to himself, otherwise Mistress might dismiss him forever and he had become too devoted to her to imagine never serving her again. 

Her footsteps approached, the high heels of her slippers loud in the silent dungeon. His was not sure what was expected of him, so he stayed exactly as he was. Though his body thrilled at her presence, his mind was still another matter. He was afraid if he looked into her eyes she might see some of the anger that lingered inside him.

 Olivia’s arousal mounted as she approached him. It was almost at a fever pitch and she wished that she could use him immediately. But she knew that she could not. She stopped at the edge of the cage and looked down at him. Oh, there was no doubt that this far exceeded her expectations. Placing the bowl of cereal on the floor, she bent down and touched his check. Her laughter rang out as he jumped from her as if she had touched him with a hot iron.

“How is my pet this morning?” she asked her tone soft and gentle.

He looked up at her as if he had somehow been betrayed, “Not good, Mistress.”

Immediately her hand shot out and slapped his cheek hard, causing him to cry out. “Is that anyway to greet your Mistress?” she demanded.

He shrank back from her instinctively. He noticed the bowl on the floor and cried out without thought. She couldn’t mean to keep him in here, he thought frantically. But the bowl implied she did. He tried to calm himself. Perhaps the bowl was a warning. If he displayed bad behavior now, she might just leave him here a little longer. His mind racing, he decided it might be best for him to appear properly submissive after his night of punishment.

“No, Mistress. I apologize.”

Mistress Olivia’s eyes raked over him. He was kneeling, his head bowed. But she could sense the impertinence in him, despite his words and his position.

“You must be taught to show me respect and to greet me properly.”

Steven looked up into the strict, beautiful face and felt a shiver go through him, one of pleasure and dread. As always he wondered at this odd mixture that seemed to fuel him in her presence.

 “Did you hear me, slave?”

 “Yes, Ma’am.”

Olivia walked over to the very edge of the cage, pointing her foot toward him. “You are to show your respect and gratitude by kissing my feet each time I come down here to grant my pet some time.”

 Her words thundered in his ears. His body trembled involuntarily, like a scared puppy. Mind racing, he wondered what she meant when she said each time she came down to spend time with him. She couldn’t possibly intend to keep him here?

Her hand was on his head, petting him, directing him downward. “It’s okay, pet,” her soothing words consoled him. “If you show me you can be a good boy, I might let you out to play.”

He could not control the whine that escaped his lips. His misery was abject, yet he was intensely aroused. His cock thumped against its cage just as a tail might thump against the floor. The conflict he felt within himself raged quietly inside, his confusion entrapping him more than the human pet cage she confined him to. Without warning, he felt the lash of the crop against his back.

“Pet!” her tone was firm. She expected his obedience and she expected it now. He was almost relieved as he realized that she was taking the choice away from him. If he wanted his freedom he would have to obey. It was simple really. He was the one making this difficult for both of them. She was his Mistress after all and he wanted to please her. He lowered his head down to the floor, his ass raised up behind him. Olivia felt a gush of wet heat between her legs as she watched his tongue dart out between the bars as his lips struggled to reach her foot. No sooner had he kissed it, than she moved away, pointing her foot towards him at another end of the cage.

She continued with this game until he was crawling back and forth, tongue hanging out of his mouth as he struggled to keep up with her movements. She gave him a taste or two of the crop when he wasn’t quick enough. She praised him by saying “Good pet,” when he pleased her and she noticed that this spurred him on. This showed her she would have to use a firm hand with him during this next phase of his training. Olivia knew that there would be times he found his captivity overwhelming and he would be willful and act out towards her. But she also knew he craved this, needed this, and it was up to her to guide him and make him a good slave. She would be merciful by being extremely strict and quick to punish. It was the only way. When she tired of the game, she moved away from his cage.

“To your corner,” she ordered keeping her eyes on him carefully to be sure he obeyed.

He flushed, still excited by showing his Mistress just how obedient he could be.

“Which corner pleases you, Mistress?”

 She smiled. He was going to be a joy to train. “The right corner at the end of the cage.”

 As soon as he positioned himself there, his ass resting on the heels of his feet, she unlocked the feeding door and slid his cereal inside, quickly slamming the small opening shut. “You have earned a reward, slut. Come eat your breakfast. Crawl on your hands and knees and do not use your hands. You are to eat from the bowl just like any other pet.”

 She sensed his hesitation. Picking up her crop, she walked slowly over to him. Her lips curved with pleasure as she watched his ass rise as he hurried to crawl to the bowl. She almost cooed with delight as she watched him sniff at it curiously. She was quite sure he was unaware of what an arousing sight he was at that precise moment. His eyes lifted to hers for a second, almost pleading with her not to force him to eat this way, but he quickly lowered them back to the bowl. She felt an almost stunning flood of arousal as she watched his tongue dart out and he began to feed from the dog bowl. After a moment’s consideration, she decided there was no reason to deny herself the pleasure she craved. She pulled a stool near the cage and rested her feet on the rungs beneath it. Then she slowly opened her legs and turned on the massager, positioning it directly on her clit. Olivia moaned immediately, Steven’s head shot up from his breakfast. He looked at her with pure yearning in his eyes as he pushed his face up against the bars.

His Mistress had kept her eyes slightly open and she admonished her pet. “Finish up your meal. What Mistress does is not your concern.”

He whined. His nose and mouth ached to smell and taste her. His needs were purely primal, his cock almost burned for her touch. He began to pant as he saw her juices, as he watched her back arch. He wanted his moans of pleasure to mingle with hers. Through half slit eyes she watched her pet lust for her. She knew if she touched his chest his heart would be racing. His hips started to sway as if that could bring some relief to his tortured cock. His chest was heaving and his tongue hung from his mouth as he strained against the bars to be near her. Seeing him that way stimulated her arousal to depths she had so far only dreamed about and she exploded against the massager. He whimpered and rose to his knees as if to beg for just a small taste of her. Olivia’s excitement was so intense that she growled at her slave. Her hand gripped the crop and she slid from the stool, “Obey me and eat! Or I will whip you until I make your ass cry.”