Fetch !
The party had slowed down a lot as the evening progressed,
at least in the
large living-room where Mr. Saunders still sat. He knew very well that
several couples, and some triples, had gone of to the bedrooms, and
to the
dungeons.
In fact, the television set was hooked up the internal cameras
by the
host, and in the small sitting-room not many meters away they could
hear a
muffled scream - a small company was gathered in there, to enjoy, and
to
comment on the torture a female slave was subjected to in the basement.
Mr. Saunders had not those tastes - he knew that the girl was quite
willing, but still what was done to her was beyond him.
He was not alone, no, several of the Masters and Mistresses was
gathered,
some 10 people in fact, conversing of this and that. Some of their
pets was
there too, leashed or moving freely, bringing drinks and snacks to
their
owners.
The sight of them made him smile, and his let his right hand
drop to the
head of his own pet, resting on the floor beside him. She lifted her
head,
and make a small *woof*'ing sound as he scratched her behind one ear.
" Perhaps " - he spoke out loud - " a bit of entertainment would
be
appropriate ? "
The people gathered looked at him, and smiled. As no one objected,
he took
it as a yes, and pulled his pets leash. She got up on all four, and
followed it until she stood before him, looking questioning at him.
With a
smile he bent down, and took one of her 5 inch pumps off.
" You all know how much trouble one has in training pets " -
and laughs
rippled trough the room - " especially as some of them object to the
most
pet-like and simple tasks. " - he patted her head - " That is a problem
I
have solved " - another laugh as the girl shivered visibly.
With a twist of his wrist, he threw the pump over in a corner,
then
unhooked the leash.
" Fetch ! " - his command to the pet was unambiguous.
She looked at him for a second, knowing perfectly well what he
wanted,
and moved, on all fours, a bit slowly over to the pump. With her mouth,
and
quite carefully, she lifted it up by the heel cap. A soft applause
was heard
as she carried it back, and sat down before her Master.
He smiled, and waited.
" The most difficult part " - he looked around the room - " is
to get
them to understand the most subtle bits. "
" Give ! " - and he held his hand out to the pet. She dropped
the pump
into his hand.
" See here for instance, " - he showed the shoe to the people
around,
" She has, for all her care, made a small bite-mark. " - an audible
tsk, tsk
was heard, from a Mistress they all knew loved high heels.
He smiled to the Mistress - " Ah, my sentiments exactly ! "
With one hand he forced the pet's mouth open, and with the other
he
pushed the shoe into it, making her hold it in the mouth between the
heel
and the sole.
" Now, she does know that the shoe is more worth than she is,
so I think
she will get it now. " - he removed the shoe again, and tossed it.
" Fetch ! "
Again the girl crawled to the shoe, and this time picking it
up correctly
she carried it back, and again she waited for the command...
[ Stray's note: If you have any similar themed stories, I'd love to
read them, : )
and hopefully at some point I'll have time to put them up along
with the rest
of my collection. You can email me at straypup40@hotmail.com]
