Prologue
A collared submissive is kneeling before her Mistress, naked, writhing and sweating as she toils between her Mistress's legs.
Her Mistress is panting, shaking, and fighting for control as the sub's unrelenting drive to please pushes her Mistress beyond the point of control and into a frenzy of gasps and moans.
The raw, unbridled passion of their coupling consumes the sub. Her obsession to serve her Mistress eclipses the sun and plunges day into night, and their world into a darkness fueled by wanton lust and desire.
Hungry eyes watch.
Chapter One
It was late at night, another lonely night in a budget hotel room in a faraway city. Carrie parted the sheer curtains and peered into a paved parking lot filled with a sea of rental cars. The yellow/orange security lights cut through the light misting rain that swirled in the warm summer breeze. Carrie was holding her collar in her hand, fingering the "D" ring on it and replaying over and over in her mind her carefree days with Mistress Amanda and her Great Dane Duke. She longed for her Mistress and knew that the sorrowful aching in her heart would not soon be soothed by a kind word or a loving caress from her Mistress. She carefully put the collar around her neck, feeling the cool burnished leather on her skin, and slid into the still warm sheets of her bed.
It had been three long months since her last day in Mistress Amanda's house. Carrie was still torn by her decision to leave. Her employer, a prominent personal injury attorney in New Jersey, had been working on a multi-million dollar case in Kansas City that couldn't be settled and had been set for trial. Carrie was an indispensable part of the team, having led three paralegals on the case through the two year discovery phase, and was given an offer she literally could not refuse. The attorney promised her not only a significant pay raise if she went to Kansas City, but also a bonus based upon the contingent fee the client would pay in the event of a settlement or victory. Carrie knew her client had an excellent chance of prevailing. She also knew she needed a new car and had only a modest amount of money saved. The increased pay and the potential bonus could settle her financial future for a long period to come.
Carrie discussed her opportunity with Mistress Amanda and explained why she felt compelled to accept this extended work assignment. Mistress Amanda made clear that they would not be speaking by phone and that she would only consider taking Carrie back if Carrie prostrated herself on Mistress Amanda's doorstep and begged for forgiveness. Carrie understood that Mistress Amanda could not wait for her but fervently hoped they could rekindle their relationship upon her return. Carrie had always had submissive fantasies throughout her life, but was only able to probe the depths of her desire to submit when she met, by chance, Mistress Amanda, while sunbathing on a public beach. Carrie had explored the deepest and darkest crevices in her heart with Mistress Amanda and that journey proved to be the most exhilarating time of her life. Carrie now knew without question that she was submissive in nature and that only a D/s relationship would fill that void in her life.
As she lay in her bed Carrie put her finger between her collar and her neck, feeling the cool leather and smelling the fading essence of her Mistress and Duke. Her other hand caressed her breast and nipple until her nipple became erect. She pinched her nipple hard, wanting to feel the indescribable mixture of pain and pleasure. As she felt the familiar twinge in her pussy from her nipple play she focused on Mistress Amanda and the humiliation, pain and gut wrenching pleasure she experienced with her. Her hand sought the nub of her clit, rubbing it and then dipping her fingers in her cunt, seeking the slippery discharge to increase the pleasure of the friction. As she felt her orgasm gathering like the clouds of a storm she twisted the wrist of the hand grasping her collar, tightening the collar around her neck, and increasing the speed of her fingers that now were massaging her distended clit.
Carrie's feeling of euphoria escalated as the mild asphyxia and the stimulation of her clit merged into a torrent of pleasure. Carrie's eyes were shut tightly and she out cried loudly as her orgasm erupted, not caring if others in adjoining rooms heard her. The image of her Mistress was burned in her mind and her orgasm brought that image to the fore, causing Carrie to smile broadly. Her post-orgasmic shaking gave way to a shiver as Carrie drifted off into a deep sleep.
Unfortunately for Carrie the following morning wasn't much better than the previous one. The budget hotel's "continental" breakfast consisted of a stale Danish in a plastic wrapper and a cup of weak coffee. This invigorating breakfast morphed into an endless day in a windowless court room, shuffling mounds of documents in a war of attrition between two armies of lawyers. Courtroom battles mirrored a real war - - extended periods of boredom punctuated by short bursts of adrenaline fueled action. The emotional roller coaster left Carrie exhausted by day's end, but the next day's battle required Carrie to tap her reserves for another round of work. She led a full evening of trial prep and then adjourned to her room just before midnight. Then another night alone in her hotel room. However this day ended differently. At midnight her phone rang and she was told the good news that the case settled for an eight figure number. Excited and energized, Carrie did a quick mental calculation and figured her bonus would be enough to pay her outstanding debts and allow her to buy a new car.
However the money was secondary to what was really on her mind ... Mistress Amanda. She would wrap up her affairs in Kansas City and be on the next plane home. Three long months. Would her Mistress take her back? Had she found someone else? Carrie was on pins and needles the whole flight home. She had two drinks on the plane just to calm her nerves. When she landed in Newark she decided she would present herself in a way that was most becoming to Mistress Amanda.
She made a quick stop at a hotel (having surrendered her apartment when she moved in with Mistress Amanda) to take a shower and put on a fresh set of clothes. She got in her car, which was on its last legs, and pulled up at Mistress Amanda's house in the early evening, just as the sun was setting. She put on her collar and took off all of her clothes and carefully folded them and put them on the passenger's seat. Then trying not to care if the neighbors saw her, she padded up the stairs to Mistress Amanda's porch. She scratched on the glass sidelight to the front door and then prostrated herself on the porch, extending her hands in front of her with her palms up. She buried her face in her arms, not daring to look up.
It was only a minute before she heard the clicking of Duke's toenails on the marble tiles of the foyer. She heard Duke's nose bump against the sidelight. She knew there would be the flash of recognition and then the welcoming bark. Duke proceeded to bark, the low baritone of his bark carrying across the street to alert the neighbors and anyone walking by. Carrie shivered as the humiliation of potential discovery of a neighbor or passerby to the sight of a kneeling nude female, wearing a dog collar, washed across her body. The barking continued for several more interminable minutes before the porch lamp was turned on. There was another long delay as Carrie was bathed in the glow of the porch lamp, now making her stand out in the fading light of the day. Carrie knew that her Mistress was home, but was already testing her on the depths of her submission.
Carrie remained still, patiently awaiting the door to open, unconcerned about her vulnerability. The affection of her Mistress was all that mattered.
Finally, the door creaked open. No greeting was uttered. Carrie could hear Mistress Amanda walking down the hallway and away from the front door, Duke in tow. Carrie crawled into the foyer, using her foot to push the front door shut. Carrie was elated at the prospect of seeing her Mistress but knew that she might not be taken back. Caution first. Carrie again assumed her kneeling position in the foyer with her head buried in her outstretched arms.
Carrie heard noises emanating from the kitchen, followed by the unmistakable sound of Duke attacking his dinner. There were eventually slurping sounds as Duke washed down the remnants of his dinner with a visit to the community water dish. Carrie's stomach rumbled. In her haste to go to Mistress Amanda's house Carrie had forgotten to eat, and the breakfast sandwich at Kansas City's airport was but a distant memory. The sounds of Duke's eating reminded her that she was ravenous.
Mistress Amanda's voice rang out from the kitchen. "Carrie ... dinner!" Carrie crawled quickly to the kitchen, sitting on her haunches in the presence of her Mistress.
A feeling of joy overwhelmed Carrie. Mistress Amanda, barefoot, wearing jeans and a V-neck t-shirt, her strawberry blond hair cascading carelessly down her shoulders, was the most beautiful sight in the world to the submissive woman. Carrie was trembling as Mistress Amanda gave the slightest hint of recognition with her eyes before turning her back to continue eating her dinner.
Again, Carrie exercised proper restraint, staying in the "sit" position as her Mistress finished her meal. Carrie noticed that her engraved dog dish was next to Duke's, signaling her probable acceptance back into the household. Mistress Amanda bent down to retrieve the dog dish, scraping the remains of her dinner into the dish, followed by the contents of her half full wine glass. The bowl was placed on the floor next to Duke's dish. Both Duke and Carrie sat nearby, both eyeing the contents of the dish.
"Carrie, OK," said Mistress Amanda. Duke knew the meal wasn't his and trotted away, tail wagging. Carrie crawled to her dog dish, eagerly lapping up the wine soaked food. It was the most delicious meal of her life. In her hurry to consume her meal Carrie didn't notice right away that another empty dish was also next to Duke's. It bore the name "Colleen." That name appeared on the first temporary collar that Carrie was given by Mistress Amanda.
Chapter Two
Mistress Amanda rose up out of her chair and walked towards Carrie. Carrie immediately assumed a submissive position. Mistress Amanda's foot wiggled under her face. Carrie licked the tops and between her Mistress's toes until the foot was pulled away. The foot tapped Carrie on her side, telling Carrie to show her tummy. Carrie rolled over on her back and her Mistress rubbed her foot on Carrie's belly. A warm glow enveloped Carrie as the first morsel of affection was dispensed by her sun and moon.
"Good Carrie."
There was a scratching noise on glass. Mistress Amanda walked over to the sliding patio door and opened it. In crawled a naked collared woman in her 30's, Eurasian in appearance with long straight jet black hair pulled back into a ponytail, her breasts swaying, and a tail of black hair protruding from a butt plug that was firmly ensconced in the woman's ass. Carrie stared at the collar. Riveted to the collar was the name "Colleen." Feelings of shame erased Carrie's warm glow. Carrie's collar bore a plate with "Slut' engraved on it, as Carrie has not yet earned her permanent collar.
Mistress Amanda gave an affectionate pat on Colleen's firm and shapely ass. Colleen wagged her tail with approval and then licked the palm of her Mistress's outstretched hand. Waves of jealously and rage coursed through Carrie. Colleen was surprised to see another sub in the house and quickly realized it must be Carrie. She gave Carrie only the satisfaction of a passing glance before curling up on a dog bed placed in the corner, a dog bed Carrie recognized as hers. Colleen had no idea that Mistress Amanda would entertain the possibility of taking back Carrie, even though Mistress Amanda had taken her back two months ago.
"Carrie, here." Mistress Amanda pointed with her foot to the corner of the breakfast nook. There was no bed to welcome her, only the unyielding surface of a cold tile floor. Disheartened by this sudden turn of events Carrie curled in a ball in the corner, cold and confused. Mistress Amanda retrieved an old tattered beach towel, cast it upon Carrie, turned out the lights and left the room. Carrie spread the towel on the floor and then lay on top of it, with the towel providing at least a modicum of protection from the chilly surface below. Shivering, Carrie tried to fall asleep to the hum of the refrigerator.
"You won't last," said Colleen, a voice in the darkness.
"I can and I will," replied Carrie, with defiance in her voice.
"Mistress Amanda loves me," declared Colleen.
"You left her," snipped Carrie.
"So did you," Colleen snipped back.
Silence followed. Carrie had a fitful night of sleep, alternating between dreams about Colleen's alpha position and long periods of being cold and awake. Colleen was awake most of the night as well, weighing her position in Mistress Amanda's household. She resisted the temptation to stare at Carrie when she entered the house, but even in the quick glance could see the appeal of Carrie's large breasts and sexy curvy body. She wondered if Mistress Amanda intended to keep Carrie or if she was there for a short visit.
Carrie was in the midst of a dream about Colleen pushing her off a cliff when she felt a cold rain falling on her face. She opened to eyes to see Duke, licking her face and drooling on it. She looked over to Colleen's bed. It was empty.
Carrie heard noises in the kitchen and crawled into the kitchen. Colleen was cooking breakfast for Mistress Amanda, a chore Carrie relished when she was living there. Carrie didn't want to admit it but Colleen was beautiful and the breakfast smelled delicious. Carrie grudgingly admired Colleen's soft features and bronze skin tone, not then knowing that Colleen had a Chinese father and an Irish mother. Colleen was still nude, and from behind Carrie could see her long slender legs and the sheen of her hair, now taken out of a ponytail so it covered a good part of her back. Her tail still protruded from her bottom. Carrie wanted to hate her but was aroused at watching Colleen move about the kitchen with the gracefulness of a gazelle.
"Good morning my pets," said Mistress Amanda cheerily as she strode into the kitchen, followed by Duke. Mistress Amanda was wearing a sheer wrap that did little to hide her body. Lust immediately overwhelmed Carrie's other emotions as she watched Mistress Amanda's breasts bounce and sway with every step.
"Carrie, stand up. Colleen, stop what you're doing and look at me. I want to talk to the two of you." The subs both focused their attention on their Mistress. "Carrie, I'm going to allow you to stay on a temporary basis. As you can see, Colleen lives here now and has assumed your place in the household. She came back to me two months ago. I'm considering keeping two pets in the house but I want to make sure the two of you are going to get along with one another. Both of you ... get over the jealousy you are undoubtedly feeling right now. Am I clear?
Both subs replied in unison, "Yes Mistress." Both didn't mean it.
The fighting began as soon as Mistress Amanda left the room.
"Don't even think about coming between Mistress Amanda and me. If I have to I'll scratch your eyes out," declared Colleen in a threatening voice.
"That won't be necessary. I'm sure Mistress Amanda will politely ask you to leave," retorted Carrie.
"Slut ... even your collar says that ..."
"You fucking bitch ... "
A scrum ensued. Carrie grabbed Colleen by the collar. Colleen grabbed Carrie's hair. They fell on the floor in a tangle, hitting an end table and knocking an expensive lamp on the floor and breaking it. Duke came bounding in barking at both of the women. Mistress Amanda followed.
"Carrie ... Colleen ... sit!"
Carrie and Colleen both realized the foolishness of their squabble and the fact that Mistress Amanda might show them both the door. They both assumed a sitting position on their haunches, looking up expectantly at their Mistress.
Mistress Amanda's anger was palpable. She didn't say anything at first, allowing both Carrie and Colleen to reflect upon their bad behavior.
"I'm so disappointed in both of you. You've acted like insolent children, not like my well-behaved pets. Both of you sluts, kneel on the floor and put your heads on the sofa."
Both subs assumed the kneeling position with their bottoms upturned for their discipline.
Mistress Amanda retrieved a leather lead and doubled it up, holding the ends of the lead in her hand. She started with Carrie, holding nothing back from the first stroke. The leather bit into Carrie's bottom, raising an angry red welt.
"Apologize to me."
A searing pain flashed through Carrie, followed by a lingering stinging sensation. "I'm so sorry Mistress Amanda. I love you so much that jealousy blinded me."
Mistress Amanda pulled out Colleen's butt plug, eliciting a groan of pain, not pleasure, from Colleen. She then hit Colleen with equal force, causing Colleen to flinch forward. She was not able to suppress a gasp as the leather lead bit into her tender flesh. "I'm sorry Mistress Amanda. I behaved badly. I'm sorry Carrie."
"You sluts sound contrite but you don't mean it." She twirled the lead with her wrist so both Carrie and Colleen heard the sound of the leather ripping through the air. Then instead of striking Carrie she hit Colleen with even greater force than the first stroke.
"Shitttttttttt ..."
"Now say you're sorry like you mean it."
"Mistress, I beg of you to accept my humble apology. I was blinded by my jealousy but now I see that I want to please you, and if pleasing you means accepting Carrie, then I accept Carrie with open arms."
Mistress Amanda struck Carrie, raising another angry welt on her bottom. Tears were streaming down your face. "I'm so sorry Mistress. I thought of nothing but you for three months and the last thing I wanted to do was disappoint you. I will do everything in my power to accept Colleen."
"Good," said Mistress Amanda with satisfaction. "Carrie, please Colleen as you would please me."
The pain was still radiating through Colleen's body. But the pain was now turning into a burning desire. Colleen reclined on the sofa with her legs outstretched. Carrie got between Colleen's legs, admiring her long supple legs and the pleasing golden brown of her skin. Between Colleen's legs was a neatly trimmed patch of straight black hair with a sheen of moisture coating it. Carrie, also still feeling the sting of the leather, was now overcome with her need to serve and her Mistress's command to please Colleen. Now that the veil of jealousy was stripped away Carrie saw Colleen as the beautiful and bewitching woman that she was, and not as a competitor for her Mistress' affections. Carrie resorted to what she knew and what she loved best. She started with a light flick with her tongue against Colleen's clit, sending sparks through Colleen's body.
"Oh Carrie ... you can be so sweet ..."
As Colleen's body twisted under her Carrie used her shoulders to push Colleen's thighs back, exposing her rosebud to Carrie's lust filled eyes. It was Carrie's lust that drove her to push her tongue into Colleen's anus, relaxed by the butt plug, curling her tongue to expand her puckered hole so she could probe deeper. Colleen became frantic, now craving her pain fueled release. Colleen fingers found her swollen clit, begging for attention and stimulation.
"You fucking whore ... you beautiful whore ... oh God ..." cried Colleen as an orgasm unexpectedly crashed in waves, driving Colleen to babble incoherently.
Mistress Amanda was herself overcome with the adrenaline rush of whipping her subs and the raw unvarnished sexuality of her subs pleasuring one another. She tugged Carrie by the collar away from a panting Colleen, who was in her post-orgasmic glow, and thrust Carrie's head between her legs.
Carrie, already sweating profusely from being encased between Colleen's thighs, eagerly pushed her body, dripping with perspiration, between her Mistress's thighs. The months of waiting were over. The familiar smell of her Mistress's cunt and the months of unrequited desire drove Carrie wild, frantically licking quivering thighs, an overflowing pussy, and a spasming asshole. Carrie pushed a lubricated finger all the way into her Mistress's asshole, wiggling it until she could feel the motion with her tongue. Mistress Amanda missed Carrie as well, and her familiar touch brought back a flood of memories of Carrie's intense drive to submit that filled a gaping void in both of their lives.
Mistress Amanda was on the edge of losing control. Her mind reeled with the sensations from Carrie's skilled mouth, fingers and tongue and by her own fantasies of controlling subs that would do anything to pleasure their Mistress. Amanda's defenses could not withstand the ferocity of Carrie's assault.
"My sweet pet ... ahh ... ahhh ... ahhhh ... fuck, fuck, fuck ... don't fucking stop ..."
Colleen watched, her hand furiously stroking her overheated cunt, not caring if she was about to have a forbidden orgasm. The sensuality of watching a woman completely sublimate her body and soul to another was too erotic a vision for her. She lost sight of her petty jealousy and rage and could only see two women in love. She could only be happy that such a love could exist.
Carrie and Mistress Amanda became one writhing, smoldering mass of flesh, oblivious to their audience, focused on nothing but their pleasure. Carrie's emotions, bottled inside her for three months, were unleashed in a torrent of tears.
"Mistress, I love you, I love you, I love you."
Mistress Amanda could barely manage a response. She too was overcome with this outpouring of love and animalistic sex.
"I love you with all of my heart, my pet."
Colleen and Carrie, now satiated and content settled into Colleen's dog bed, a tangle of arms and legs. Mistress Amanda emitted a long satisfied sigh, turned out the lights, and went to her room with Duke.
Chapter Three
It was three months since Carrie returned. The household had settled into some semblance of normalcy. Mistress Amanda purchased a new dog bed for Carrie. Carrie and Colleen pushed their beds together, both for warmth and for intimacy. Carrie was now grateful to have Colleen as a companion. When Mistress Amanda went out on a work assignment Carrie and Colleen would while away the hours together, talking about their experiences and planning the meals and the other details of maintaining the household. Carrie did take a one month hiatus from work and had already resumed her job as a paralegal after a hard earned month long vacation at Mistress Amanda's. Colleen had an easier time managing her relationship with Mistress Amanda. Colleen was a professional technical writer and was able to perform most of her work assignments at Mistress Amanda's. She did have an occasional business trip that would take her out of the household for a week or more at a time and had already left the household twice on those business trips.
Colleen and Carrie also took the opportunity of their time together to explore each other on a more intimate level. They made love every night when they were not with Mistress Amanda. Colleen discovered that Carrie's desire to submit was all consuming, and that Carrie took great pleasure in submitting, even to Colleen. Even though it was not in Colleen's DNA to be a top, it was also too tempting not to take up Carrie on the fulfillment of her submissive fantasies. Carrie was such a seductive little vixen, with her large creamy white tits and her ample ass. Colleen allowed Carrie to follow her into the bathroom and to clean her after words. There wasn't anything that Carrie wasn't willing to do.
Mistress Amanda was pleased with Carrie's acceptance of Colleen and one morning decided to bestow ears and a tail on Carrie. Colleen was already wearing her ears and her tail and was happy that Carrie would join her in Mistress Amanda's puppy play.
"Carrie. I have your ears and tail so you can be like Duke and Colleen. Show me your ass."
Carrie got on all fours with her ass wagging and up in the air. Mistress Amanda first put the ears on Carrie's head. Carrie was breathless with anticipation on the insertion of her tail. Mistress Amanda put the butt plug in Carrie's mouth so that she could cover it with her saliva. A shiver went through Carrie as she realized that this large rubber object would soon be stretching her tender asshole. Carrie felt the cheeks of her ass being parted. She then sensed that Colleen was behind her and that she was pushing her tongue into her ass. To Carrie, the velvety soft touch of Colleen's tongue as it slid up and down her crack was exquisite. Carrie then felt the tip of the plug being pushed against her asshole, with her anal ring resisting the intrusion of this massive invader. Carrie trembled as she pushed her head even more firmly into the floor while thrusting her ass upwards.
"Oh ... Mistress ... it's soooo big," Carrie whimpered.
The anal plug with the tail attached, was slowly inserted in Carrie's ass, stretching her asshole in an oh so pleasing manner. Carrie couldn't help but emit a sigh at the pleasure caused by the pressure of the plug as it went in with a satisfying pop that gave her a sense of overwhelming fullness. Mistress Amanda guided Colleen's head again between Carrie's legs. Colleen traced her tongue around the plug while rubbing Carrie's clit. Carrie shuddered and had a violent orgasm, tottering on all fours, wanting to curl up into a ball and ride out the remainder of her head splitting orgasm.
"That's a good pet," Mistress Amanda told Carrie. She then lay back in her favorite chair with her knees raised showing Carrie her damp pussy and asshole.
"Now show your Mistress how much you love her."
"Ooooooooo," Carrie thought. "My ass is full and I feel so indebted to my Mistress."
She crawled to her Mistress, emphasizing the sway of her hips and her tits, and feeling the soft fur of her new tail swishing on her thighs. Mistress Amanda looked up at her and used her hands to spread her labia. Carrie made long slow laps up and down her wet slit. Her mouth sucked on her Mistress' swollen lips as she sighed contentedly. Carrie's tongue flicked to her pee hole, probing, sucking it, tasting a salty tangy drop as it rolled into her mouth, and then worming into her hot cunt, tasting her juices, wanting to devour her tastes.
Carrie slipped one finger into Mistress Amanda's pussy as her tongue moved down, gliding over that smooth patch of skin on its way to running her tongue up her Mistress' crack, stopping to kiss her little puckered hole, and then up her crack and back down to her rosebud.
As Carrie circled her tongue around Mistress Amanda's asshole she added another finger to massage her Mistress' gaping pussy, starting to slowly pump them in and out of her soaked pussy.
Carrie's tongue then wormed its way into that lovely back passage, deeper and deeper until it touched something firm yet soft. Carrie pressed her mouth to the relaxed anal opening and started sucking.
Mistress Amanda grabbed a fistful of Carrie's hair, pulling her even closer. "That's it slut, suck it, tongue it."
Carrie's fingers pumped faster as Mistress Amanda squirmed and her drenched pussy squeezed Carrie's tongue and fingers.
"Mmmmmmm pet, tongue it, taste me, crave it you dirty thing. Suck on my asshole."
Carrie tried to pull back but her Mistress held her tight. She had no choice but to continue tongue fucking her Mistress' backdoor as her fingers brought Amanda oh so close to the promised land.
Finally Mistress Amanda screamed, "Pet ... pet."
She lurched forward, her thighs squeezing Carrie's head as waves of orgasmic bliss took over her body.
"Ooooooooooo God, I missed that mouth of yours pet ... mmmmmmmm, good girl."
Carrie backed away, gasping for breath, her saliva and her Mistress' juices dripping from her chin. Colleen went up to Carrie and licked the saliva and juices off of Carrie's face.
All three women took time to recover. Finally, Mistress Amanda poured herself a cup of hot coffee, snapped her fingers and left the room. Carrie and Colleen obediently followed on their hands and knees.
They both followed their Mistress on their hands and knees into the bedroom. They both lay obediently on the floor in front of Amanda as she settled into her favorite chair, drinking a cup of coffee and reading the paper. Carrie placed her head on her Mistress' feet, warming them, as her Mistress wiggled her toes to acknowledge Carrie's presence. Carrie savored the softness of the thick carpeting under her and started to lap between Amanda's toes.
"Not now, my pet," she told Carrie as she stroked Carrie's extra set of ears. Duke approached and lay next to Carrie. He emitted a low growl, circled once and plopped down next to Carrie resting his massive head on the sub's side. Carrie could feel his slobber trickling over and down her breast as he started to softly snore. Carrie drifted off into a wonderful dream with her and Duke performing for their Mistress in ways that were so dark and yet touched that part of Carrie's soul where there was no sunshine and the most depraved of her thoughts came to rest Those thoughts were now being brought to the surface by her Mistress.
Carrie felt Duke raise his head and it awakened her. Carrie realized there was a trickle of moisture running down her leg as her cunt was overflowing, her passions inflamed by her lurid dream.
Carrie raised up her head.
"Sweet dreams my pet?" Mistress Amanda asked.
Carrie blushed. The dream was pleasant, but the reality of being with Mistress Amanda and Duke was better than any dream her mind could conjure. And yes, even with Colleen. Carrie was content, feeding her unquenchable need for submission, practiced in muted shadows and behind closed doors where her dark thoughts eclipsed the sun.
