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The best part about owning and running a club was that Alice could decide the events. There was a responsibility to this, of course. She couldn’t pick events no one was interested in attending. Rent wasn’t cheap and only possible with volunteers who deeply loved the community she’d help foster. The goat couldn’t let herself get a big head on what she wanted versus what people would show up to.

Luckily for her most shows were things that took her interest. Craft sessions on ‘Do It Yourself’ BDSM gear, leather or latex maintenance, weekly board game meetings, small meetings for groups like dommes, riggers, and pony play enthusiasts, and the ever-important talks about safety protocols in play. And while all these events were her precious babies, there was one event she loved above all else.

The Talent Show.

Calling it a talent show wasn’t exactly fair. More of a stage for exhibitionists who wanted to show off their kinks to a crowd who had to pay attention. Locked eyes gave a different rush to the performers in comparison to the wandering eyes on the floor in play parties.

Alice lined up rows of black plastic chairs along the rubber mats, dimmed the lights over the stage and turned the rest of the lights off to help build the ambiance. From the rows of seats, she and paying attendees would watch friends and acquaintances show off their pride and preferences. Artistic shibari, whipping performances, public spankings, role play scenarios acted out like plays. Sometimes she’d see a creative soul pull off a small miracle, her most favorite of which was a ballet recital with performers clad from head-to-toe in latex.

Most importantly, it was relaxing for Alice. When watching she doesn’t need to be the one in charge, despite how much she enjoys it. She can be a spectator, a nameless pair of eyes watching events unfold to distract her from her problems. The latest of which seemed silly in retrospect, but it was serious enough that even watching some badger’s ass turn people she couldn’t help but think on it. A new playmate of hers, a new sub specifically, turned out to be a bit too big in certain departments for her. Alice wouldn’t consider herself a size queen. She’d dabbled with the idea of it in the past, opting that if there’s any orifice she was fine expanding it’d be her ass or her mouth. Admittedly, the former was because of a rabbit hole of anal videos she’d dabbled into out of curiosity, and the latter was because she had tried suppressing her gag reflex in the past to mixed results.

On her own she didn’t have the focus or determination to expand her holes. To put it bluntly, it wasn’t fun. And her position as a dominatrix and head of the club made asking around difficult. Locals specializing in it were too obsessed with her position to really push it, and close friends who could feed her submissive urges didn’t have the know-how.

Three new names caught Alice’s attention. She made a habit of remembering regulars but there was always a pang of excitement when someone new entered the club. And their first time involved being on stage? Alice trusted the vetting process to know it wasn’t just going to be someone masturbating in front of a live audience, so what was to come intrigued her.

Three women stepped up to the black stage. Leading the trio was a pig in her early 40’s dressed in leather but defying gender. A loose vest and a mesh top fitted with jeans covered by leather chaps like that of a biker, with her crotch exposing an empty strap. Fingerless gloves adjusted a leather peaked cap and, for a moment, Alice saw a fire behind those green eyes that made her heart skip.

Behind her was a vole who must have been half her age. She wore strapped leather heels in comparison to the heavy leather boots of the butch pig, and a short skirt to match her harness that exposed her golden nipple rings, each big enough to slip a finger through. Unlike the black bobcut of the pig she dyed her headfur green and had half her head shaved, leaving the other to run down her head as a side cut. And whereas the pig, Helga, if Alice heard the announcer right, walked with a stern expression, Amethyst, the vole, carried a playful pep to her step. Swaying her hips and strutting her stuff for the crowd to all lock eyes on her.

But the crowd’s attention was on the third figure that went by as ‘Cuckpuppy’. A canine clad head to toe in latex with only a plump of red hair implying she had any at all. She followed close behind Amethyst via a short chain leash, her arms bound behind her by cuffs and her gait strained with heels. Shorter heels than Amethyst, but she didn’t seem used to wearing them or simply did not like them for anything other than this. Thick trails of drool seeped through the thick red ballgag locked behind her teeth. The blindfold robbed the audience of any expression, but perceptive eyes noticed the blur of that cropped tail as she walked up the steps.

Helga stepped just out of the light as Amethyst took center stage. Alice noticed the vole thumbing her own D-ring collar before taking the microphone. The cuckpuppy kneeled at her feet as she began to speak. “Hello, everyone,” Amethyst said, her voice shaking with either nerves, excitement, or a healthy mix of both, “Firstly, I want to thank you for the opportunity to perform tonight. When I told my Mistress I wanted to show off, I never expected such a big audience.” She played with her barbell ear piercing when turning to Helga, who nodded with crossed arms for her to continue. Alice, interested in the dynamic, leaned forward in her chair.

“Tonight I’ll be showing you the fruits of hard labor. You see, my pet, my precious cuckpuppy, loves to be stretched. It tingles her up inside when she’s reduced to nothing but a trio of holes on legs. Look, even now she’s humping me. What a little bitch.”

The audience chuckled. The cuckpuppy’s ears fell but she didn’t stop humping her mistress’s leg until Amethyst pulled her headfur just enough. “Before you all think that I need to train that out of her, I happen to like how excited she gets. You’d never think it if you met her on the outside. She’s such a reserved pup. All it takes is a little bondage, a little restraint for her to pull at, to show off her true colors.”

A few in the audience hollered in agreement and Alice found herself nodding. The cuckpuppy rubbed her head along Amethyst’s leg in loving approval. Done with her introduction, Amethyst directed her pet to turn around and lean forward, spreading her cheeks to reveal a thick plug wedged deep inside her. Alice leaned in when Amethyst looped a finger through the loop of the plug. Helga motioned behind both on stage, pressing her leather boot down on the cuckpuppy’s head. Alice had done it enough to tell she was holding back, like a comforting hug more befitting of the little bitch the cuckpuppy was. That cropped tail kept wagging.

Amethyst twisted and pulled in slow succession. Her cuckpuppy’s muffled moans mixed with the wet pop of a thick bead escaping her ass. Another followed shortly, then another. Alice counted nine thick rubber beads sliding out of that ass, each smaller than the last but still far bigger than she expected. The cuckpuppy’s asshole was left gaping and wanting.

“Not a whimper,” Amethyst teased with a quick slap on her partner’s bum, “Such a good girl. Let’s get you up. Come on.” By her leash and a guiding hand she helped the blindfolded latex dog stand on two feet, leading her over to a bondage bench that’d been set up on stage. With Helga’s help she strapped her in. Alice tuned out when Amethyst readdressed the audience to focus on the pig unstrapping the pitbull’s gag, eye widening upon realizing it wasn’t a ballgag but a long and thick cockgag with a balled end. Longer than she expected. She gulped in envy, eyes glancing back to the young vole with ideas forming in her head.

“This,” Amethyst pulled a long latex glove down to her elbow, “Is how deep I plan on going in my precious Cuckpuppy’s asshole. Don’t worry, we’ve done this plenty of times in private and I have small hands. Are you ready, Cuckpuppy?”

The cuckpuppy nodded instead of speaking. With a hand drenched in lube, Amethyst held it out like a spear. Slowly she sank her digits into the gaping hole. The cuckpuppy’s latex creaked with every little twitch, from clenched fists to curled toes. Helga was by her side, whispering words Alice couldn’t make out from the audience. But she knew they were encouraging based on how Helga petted Cuckpuppy’s latex scalp.

Amethyst was out of the asshole before Alice realized. In her defense, she’d been locking eyes with Helga whenever she could, watching her unlock the cuckpuppy as Amethyst showed off how deep the glistening wetness of her glove went, then seeing her prowl up behind the vole before the sudden grab.

“Sorry, everyone,” Helga said with a smile. “But my little bitch is taking far too much credit for what her cuckpuppy can do.” Any protest Amethyst made was muffled by Helga’s strong hands, but no serious attempts to break free were made. It was all part of the show. A third act twist that Alice secretly hoped for.

“See, Mistress Amethyst has a dominant side but she’s also rather lazy. Burnout prodigy lazy. Of course, she wants to explore it but doesn’t want to put in any of the work. She’ll tease and toy with her pet, but all the training for her goes to me most of the time.” With a smile she landed a heavy kiss against the vole’s cheek, “Not that I hate it. After all, I’ve got experience.”

With the grace of an experienced brawler Helga twisted Amethyst around and bent her over. Lifting her short skirt revealed her bare ass with a thick plug embedded inside. Alice’s butt clenched in envy.

“Would you believe she was a virgin back there when we first played?” Helga asked with a smile that invited laughter. “It’s true. She didn’t even consider her ass. Had to have a nice long talk about it and then, with some chastity to keep her mind off her cunt, I got her hooked. Now I need to be the responsible one and tell her not to wear one to college.”

That got laughs. Amethyst, who’d been playfully squirming in her mistress’s arms, stopped with a thick slap on her ass as the signal. Not without giving a breathy, playful, moan for the audience in question, to which Helga rolled her eyes. Upon the pig’s command Amethyst bent forward and raised her ass for everyone. From there, Helga clasped the rim of the plug with her thick fingers, slowly twisting and pulling until it came from with a small pop. The purple plug must have been as thick as a soda can in the pig’s hands. Alice’s draw dropped at the sight of it, unable to gather how someone could walk so candidly with that inside them, let alone put it in.

With playful struggling Helga forced Amethyst to the bondage bench, latching each limb into place before hammering her backside with heavy flat palmed spanks. Helga leaned in to whisper something that Alice, laser-focused, could read upon her lips. “Good girl,” she whispered, gently rubbing the red cheeks, “Good girl. Ready for what’s next?”

Smiling with tears straining her eyeliner, Amethyst nodded and shook her ass for the crowd. Helga directed the cuckpuppy from her obedient kneeling spot to stand. The pig then pulled out two thick and massive dildos that compared to horses and one leather strap from the duffel bag she brought to the stage. With expert care she strapped one around the cuckpuppy’s crotch, then slipped the final dildo through her own harness, completely the strap-on.

“Now,” Helga said with her hand on the cuckpuppy’s scalp to direct her, “You’d think this Cuckpuppy here would feel betrayed by her mistress’s lackluster attention. But she’s far too sweet on her to feel burdened. She just loves being used and being useful. I couldn’t rightfully call myself a mistress if I let such enthusiasm go to waste. So, to put up with my training I make sure she gets lots of rewards with her mistress, as well as lots of reminders that her mistress, the goddess whose footsteps she worships, is nothing more than my personal cuntrag.”

“And loves it!” Amethyst added, seemingly unbothered by the bindings.

“Shush.” Helga landed another slap upon the vole’s backside. Amethyst, clearly not into pain but enjoying the attention, gave somewhere between a moan and a yelp. With that out of the way, Helga pushed the cuckpuppy to her knees, face lined up with the vole’s asshole, and pushed her snout against it. The cuckpuppy buried her tongue in upon command like a dog waiting for permission to eat, her hands clasping those reddened cheeks tight that Alice was sure they were going to leave fingerprints.

Satisfied with the cuckpuppy’s performance, Helga twisted back around to focus her attention on Amethyst. Pulling her head back by her green headfur, she pried the vole’s mouth open and spat down the welcoming maw.

“What are you?” She asked in a tone demanding no rebellion.

Amethyst smiled in her grasp. “Your bitch.”

Helga slapped her. It was a soft, if heavy slap. The kind more meant to humiliate than hurt. Alice knew them well, but something about the way those fingerless gloves struck the vole made her cheek twitch with envy. “What are you?” Helga asked again.

“Your slave.” Amethyst’s voice teetered on the edge of breathlessness. The cuckpuppy’s tongue made it hard to focus.

Helga slapped her again. “What are you?”

“Mama’s special cuntrag.”

Helga spat in her mouth. “Nothing special about it. Again.”

“Mama’s cuntrag.”

“Louder for those in the back!”

“I’m mama’s cuntrag!” Amethyst shouted, eliciting cheers from the crowd. Satisfied, Helga returned to the cuckpuppy and lined her strap-on to stick into Amethyst’s hole. She guided her inside, whispering encouragement and praises to the cuckpuppy before leaving with a firm spank on her ass. Amethyst’s mouth hung open from the pressure, perfect for Helga’s own strap-on. Never one to waste an opportunity, she slapped her fake phallus across the vole’s face for good measure, taunting her the entire time.

Alice had never been more envious of someone in the middle than now.

Helga took her time sinking the toy down Amethyst’s throat. It was clear that, despite suppressing her gag reflex, the pig wanted to be careful with the more dangerous things like choking hazards. Amethyst's response to this was, after adapting to her cuckpuppy’s thrusts, wiggle her eyebrows up at Helga like she were issuing a challenge. Alice had played with brats before but the vole was something else entirely. Luckily, Helga obliged by telling the cuckpuppy to go faster, deeper, and harder with a swift yank of her leash chain. Soon everyone had forgotten that Amethyst walked onto that stage under the title of Mistress. She’d become just another servant under Mistress Helga. Like she always was.

After a solid few minutes of this, Helga decided it was time to end the performance. Though she didn’t so much let Amethyst go when unstrapping her but forced her to face the crowd whilst kneeling, her head forced upward by a tight grip on her headfur. The cuckpuppy had been given a vibrating wand and, under orders and direction of Helga, pressed it against the wet cunt of her mistress. Amethyst strained and buckled under the pressure, crying out with her sudden squirt into the crowd. Not far enough for anyone in the front row to be concerned, but enough to be mortifying to anyone not invested in having an audience.

Just as Alice wanted more it ended. That last cry of climax was the curtain call. Helga clipped the cuckpuppy’s blindfold off and together they hoisted Amethyst back up to her feat. “Thanks for having us,” Helga said, leading her two play partners off the stage.

Alice, watching this, gave herself a moment to ponder what she should do. She wanted to talk with Helga. Not just to ask for advice, though that would have been easier, but to ask if she could train Alice’s ass and mouth like she did her girls. But that’d be unthinkable. As the head of the club she couldn’t waltz over and ask someone to start fisting her, that’d be rude. She couldn’t just be quiet and look on from afar, that’d be putting herself on a pedestal.

“Fuck it.” She shot up from her seat, nearly sending it toppling if not for a quick twist to catch it. Taking a deep breath to renew her composure, the goat sauntered over to the resting area in the far corner of her club. She’d designed the lounging area to be as comforting as possible, with a mini fridge stacked with free water bottles, three couches facing each other with beanbags in the center and tables on each side. There was even a billiard table for those who relaxed by playing an entirely different game. A door to the side led to a fenced in area for smokers of which she thankfully saw less and less people use in the years she’d entered the community.

There sat Helga on the nearest couch. The cuckpuppy sat next to her with her hood removed to reveal the grayish blue-furred pitbull underneath. Amethyst had taken the nearest beanbag and removed her boots for a foot massage which both Helga and the cuckpuppy were happily giving.

“I told you,” Helga said, shaking her head, “You need to get actual shoes from a store. Not ones you order online. They’re going to get their measurements wrong and it’ll hurt.”

Amethyst blew a raspberry. “They’re worth it for tonight.” It was her who noticed Alice. With a cheeky grin she waved. “Hello. Can we help you with something?”

“Amy,” Helga said with chastisement.

The vole rolled her head like a teenager, “What? I’m tired. A forced orgasm on stage will do that.”

“Doesn’t mean you need to be cranky.”

“I’m not!”

“She didn’t sound cranky to me,” Alice said, not wanting to be the source of an argument. “I just wanted to say I enjoyed your show personally and to ask if I could steal Miss Helga for a bit.”

“I’m not exactly open for play right now,” Helga said politely.

“Oh, not about play. More…trading notes. I’d like to learn more about your methods for stretching.” There was likely a better way to put that but Alice’s social skills fluttered when she liked someone too much.

Helga eyed her for a moment. “I might be interested if you're willing to share a drink.”

“On the house,” Alice said, smiling.

Helga handed the foot she was massaging to the cuckpuppy. “Rebecca, take over for me. I’ve got a…meeting to attend.”

“You can say date,” Amethyst said with an obnoxious sigh, “I won’t be jealous.”

“We all know that’s a lie. Besides, I’d never cheat on you.”

At the bar Alice told Helga her plight and her request. Helga, having a second beer, contemplated the offer. “Well…I’d need Amy’s permission and she might not be ok with me doing it without her.”

“I wouldn’t mind that,” Alice said.

“And it’d not be a single session.”

Alice grinned and leaned closer, “I mind that a lot less.”

Alice did a quick double check of everything from the back of her rideshare. Her friends were going to keep the club running for a few months, and her bills were paid in advance. Except the electric bill, which was automatic.

She didn’t normally go on vacations. Not because the goat was a workaholic, though many of her friends would argue she was. In her defense, it wasn’t work if she enjoyed it. No, Alice didn’t see a reason to travel far at all. Everything she wanted was in her city. Good people, kinky friends, delicious food, and more. It never occurred to her that there was anything worth leaving for.

Then she met Helga at her club, and a month later she’d flown across the ocean with a contract in hand and a suitcase full of gear she intended to use on herself. She was certain the security scanning her bag had some concerns but they said nothing. When asked if she was visiting the country on business or pleasure, the goat had to restrain herself not to sound excited when answering.

“You sure this is the place?” Her driver asked. Alice looked out the backseat window and caught sight of the ranch styled house sitting in a cul-de-sac. She nodded. The badger blinked twice as he considered his next few words carefully, but ultimately said nothing. She was just one of many customers in a sidegig and he’d long since learned not to ask questions of people riding along.

The world seemed colder in Michigan. Alice stiffened with the wind as the driver left her standing in the cold, luggage in hand. She wrapped her coat tight, shivering not just from the chill but the excitement that would happen over what came next. In hindsight, she should have taken up Helga’s offer to pick her up from the airport, but she had to be stubborn and say she’d handle it. Seeing the pig too early might set her off and ruin the whole trip. So she took a deep breath to settle herself, walked to the front door, and rang the doorbell.

A pitbull with blue tinged gray fur answered the door. She sported a nose ring, a bun of red headfur, and blue eyes looking at Alice with confusion. For a few precious seconds Alice considered she’d gotten the wrong house, but the hair, nose ring, and leather day collar around her neck helped to paint a familiar picture in her mind’s eye, one finished when she imagined a full body of latex covering the person. This was the cuckpuppy. Her real name escaped Alice.

“Guten Tag,” Alice said, hoping her accent would defuse the situation. How many other Europeans could the woman know?

The pitbull’s ears fell. “Can I help you?” She peered down at the luggage Alice dragged behind her. “Ma’am?”

Embarrassed, Alice peered behind the pitbull to see if Helga was present. Seeing no sign of the pig, she asked if this was the right house. American addresses were quite different from what she was used to. Helga’s name brought the pitbull’s ears to attention. “Hey, Helga! It’s for you!” she called out with a turn back into the house. A familiar voice echoed back asking who it was and, specifically if it was a sales person or religious fanatic, to tell them to fuck off. Alice bore the frigid winter chill as the house residents shouted their verbal exchange until finally let inside.

Alice’s jacket was not built for this weather.

“Let her in already!” Helga called out. Rebecca did so, offering her apologies for forgetting that Alice was stuck in the cold. The goat offered her no issue once blessed by the heat but secretly wished she’d been let inside sooner.

Helga met her in the living room. There was a casual nature to the house as both women wore little more than white undershirts and sweatpants, though Rebecca seemed keen on taking hers off once they were away from the door.

“Rebecca, we got a guest.”

The pitbull blinked, looked back at Alice, and nodded as she pulled her pants back up. “Sorry, force of habit.”

“I didn’t know you were a nudist,” Alice said.

Both women looked at her. “What?” Rebecca said, “No. I just didn’t feel like putting on pants today.”

“She gets like that after a hard test,” Helga explained as she led Alice into the kitchen. “The day before a test I’ll see her doing her usual exercises like she’s training for a marathon, and the day after she collapses like she’d run it. Admittedly it’s a healthier habit than trying to get us to tie her up for relaxation, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried she’d pull a muscle she wasn’t supposed to. Then again, she knows more about stretching than I do.”

“I didn’t realize she was so young,” Alice said absentmindedly. “Is she still in secondary?”

The green eyes looking at Alice were locked in some background calculations. Helga smacked her shoulder. “Right. Education system’s different. She’s in the local community college.”

“Community college?”

“The joke is that it’s like regular college but for poor people.” Helga pulled out two mugs from the cabinet and a coffee machine, which she plugged in. “Used to think that too until Rebecca told me she wanted to get some higher education. Turns out it’s generally more affordable for folks who want some extra credits, transferring to a new field, or don’t want to get into debt without a plan. Amy’s in university, but she’s currently on shift so that’s why she’s not here. Do you like sugar in your coffee?”

She had wondered where the mohawked vole was. “No coffee, thank you. I’ll take tea if you have any.”

“We do not. Hot chocolate? Probably won’t be as good stateside as where you’re from.”

“It’s hot chocolate. How can it be bad?” Alice asked. She proceeded to take one sip of the confection made from dried chocolate powder and hot water, put it down, and ignored it the rest of the conversation. If Helga noticed she didn’t bring it up, preferring instead to ask how her flight was and if she needed any moments to rest before things got heavy. That was when Alice brought out the contract.

“What’s this?” Helga asked, looking the pages over.

“Given what we discussed, I figured it was best to get it all in writing.”

The pig nodded absently. “So, you’re one of those hardcore lifestylers.”

“Not necessarily. Though it has its appeal.”

Helga nodded with the kind of enthusiasm that agreed with her but was more concerned with something else. “They make for great porn, honestly. Granted, I’m more of a porn bloopers person nowadays. There’s this one latex site called something like Mirrored Passion that’s a bunch of dolls and gimps. Every so often they release some bloopers and, let me tell ya, there’s nothing funner than seeing someone dressed up in a full gimp get up laughing at a joke or wriggling in their bondage while shouting, ‘I’m a worm’ in their squeakiest voice.”

Alice agreed but found the shift in topic odd. Helga looked nervous. Was she stalling? Alice expected there to be some nerves but the pig hadn’t even reached for the pen.

“Is something the matter?” She asked.

For the moment Helga just stared at the paper in her hands. No, it’d be more accurate to say she was staring through the paper. She took a deep breath, pinching that bridge of her snout as she collected herself. “I took my girls out on a weeklong trip to the U-P once. That’s the upper part of the state. You know the American red neck stereotype? Well Yoopers are kind of like that only they live in a colder climate. It’s more complicated than that but that isn’t important. What is important is that this trip I went on was a full week of hardcore S&M stuff. I’m talking about slave bootcamp. All day nudity, orders, and bondage. It was something both of them wanted to try and I like to spoil my partners.

“Now, have you ever used a safeword as a dominant?” Alice shook her head to the question. “Right? It’s hard to imagine but it happens. I never thought I would, but that week had me at my most stressed. Literally had a baby monitor next to my bed because the girls were sleeping in bondage in the basement and I barely got any rest as a result. Not from their noise, but me looking at the damn thing with the intent to spring out of bed the moment something sounded off. I’m not saying I didn’t enjoy the week, but as time went on I was so exhausted and worried for my girls that I wasn’t having fun. I used my safeword, and when I did I knew I should have used it sooner.”

She slid the paper back across the table. “When we were talking at your club, and then through emails, I didn’t get the impression you wanted it this hardcore. I don’t want to say no because, frankly, I don’t want you feeling like you wasted time and money coming here. But I can’t just lock you in my dungeon like I kidnapped you or leave you in bondage 24/7. I couldn’t even do that to one of my girls. That doesn’t mean I won’t reject your request given everything planned, I just need you to understand that I’m treating you as a guest, not as a prisoner or slave. For example, you’ll have to take Rebecca’s room instead of the dungeon. It used to be the guest room and she barely uses it these days unless she needs some privacy to study.”

Red in the face, Alice bowed her head in apology as she took the contract back. “I’m sorry. I let myself get too lost in the fantasy to consider your concerns. I should have known better, especially since I’ve lectured people on this in my club before.”

Helga’s smile put her at ease. “It happens to the best of us,” she said, sipping from her mug. “I’ve had moments where I was too into play to notice the safety signals. Thankfully it was nothing serious, Amy just had a weak bladder that day.”

“Where is Mistress Amethyst? I’ve yet to see her.”

Helga sighed, “God, she is going to be so smug when you call her that.”

“Is that bad?” Alice didn’t wish to offend.

She shook her head. “No. She’s always been bratty. I think she’s an attention whore sometimes, which people find odd given the gimp stuff but I’m not a psychoanalyst or whatever. Her attitude as a domme is just sort of haughty. Sometimes it’s fun to turn the tables, other times I don’t have the energy for it. As for where she is.” Helga peered at the phone pulled out from her pocket. “She should be getting off shift soon. Should be home in around thirty minutes. When she’s back we’ll discuss the rest of this with her and Rebecca present.” A grin formed after a moment of thought, “And, if you want, we could make it a fun conversation.”

Liking the look in Helga’s eye, Alice nodded with goosebumps of glee popping down her spine.

Amethyst arrived on time with an exhausted sigh and a dead-eyed glare. Clad in a barista’s cap and apron, the vole sauntered into the bedroom to collapse face first into the sofa cushions. Rebecca happened to be sitting next to where Amethyst landed, putting her in prime petting range which she abused accordingly. “Long shift?”

“Some people are not drinking coffee,” Amethyst said after a minute of groaning. “I swear, they’re just asking for coffee flavored sugar.”

“Don’t you drink a mocha mostly?”

Amethyst shot her finger up to the pitbull, “Do not put me on their level. Just because you can’t digest chocolate doesn’t mean all chocolate drinks are bad.”

Helga cleared her throat. Amethyst looked out to see her and Alice standing opposite of the coach. The goat, upon being noticed, bowed her head. This wasn’t an order or even a regular gesture of hers, she just didn’t know the right way of introducing herself. Especially not after what her host suggested.

“Either of you remember Mistress Alice?” Helga asked.

Amethyst squinted. “No, she’s not…wait. Wasn’t she that club owner in Germany?”

“The very same, yes,” Alice said, laying her accent down a little thicker than normal for effect. “Guten tag.”

“Right, right, that was where…” The vole’s cheeks flushed red. She looked at Rebecca who nodded with the same bashful expression. “Oh. Yeah, that was a good vacation. I knew the German BDSM scene was going to be strong but I didn’t think so many people would be impressed by a fisting.”

“It’s a fisting,” Rebecca said, more annoyed than surprised. “How is that not impressive? And what do you mean about the German BDSM scene? It didn’t look that different from here, just with more people but that’s because it was in a big city.”

“It was an impressive one,” Alice said, not wanting to indulge too much in the pornographic stereotypes of her home country. “Seeing it in person is different from video.”

Helga cleared the air with a cough. Rebecca went stiff with attention while Amethyst lazily turned her head like a bratty teenager. “Glad you both remember her. After our little show she and I had a conversation, and a few more not long after that. She was impressed with how, well, expansive you both were and wanted me to help her with that. Given that needs a few months to do, she asked if she could stay with us for that period of time. I want to be clear that, first and foremost, Alice is a guest. There are going to be times where she’ll act less than one, but she is a guest and, as her hosts, we are to accommodate her requests and respect her boundaries. Do either of you have second thoughts about this?”

Amethyst grinned with interest but it was Rebecca who spoke up, though she raised her hand and waited to be called on. “What’s her safeword?”

“I nominate carrot,” said Amethyst.

The goat nodded. “I like carrot. Should we have hand signals for if I’m gagged?”

“We’ve got a set of them. Rebecca can run them down later,” Helga explained. “Alice, are you fine with my partners joining us in my training regimen? There will be times they’ll be more available than me. I can guarantee they’ll know exactly how to help with your issue, having been stretched out themselves.”

“Only if, and I mean no offense in this, you won’t be directing it all to them.” She didn’t want to come off as selfish or possessive, but it was Helga she was here for. Nothing wrong with her partners, but something about the pig made her feel more eager. At Helga’s nod she accepted.

“Good.” Helga straightened herself. Her voice stayed at the level but her tone felt more dominate, authoritative. “Strip.”

Her heartbeat pounded against her chest. Biting her lip, Alice unbuttoned her top first, followed by her bra at a nod from the pig. Then her skirt and panties came down, followed by her stockings and shoes until she was the lone naked woman in a room with at least two ladies under her age. At the pig’s command she rested against her knees, then bowed her head to the floor until her forehead brushed against the course rug.

“This one thanks you for the privilege of being trained under your mistress,” Alice said to Rebecca and Amethyst when prompted. “This one will take their position under the hierarchy with the utmost respect. Each of you is your mistress’s will made manifest and shall be treated with the same respect.”

At the behest of Amethyst, she crawled forward. There each girl put her foot out, one bare from a day of walking barefoot indoors, the other still stuck inside its black doc marten. Alice firmly pressed her lips on each one. With her submission made clear, Helga pressed her foot on Alice’s head to keep her low. “Rebecca, go get her luggage and open it for us. I want to see the things she’d brought.”

The sound of her luggage dragging across the carpet deafened the pounding heart in her ears. Alice packed many things that made the local airport security turn a few heads, none of which she could stand to look them in the eye. From Amethyst’s soft chuckle and Helga’s snort after the zipper pull, she gathered they felt the same.

“Well, isn’t that something?” Helga lifted her foot off of Alice, “Stand up, hands behind your head, and legs out.”

A stance of display. Alice knew it well, having had her subs perform it. She shivered with cold delight at the instruction, leaving her tits and pussy exposed for all that was present as she took the position. Both Rebecca and Amethyst seemed eager to the sight, but whereas the pitbull had a restrained look to her blush, the vole leaned in with her hand on her chin and a wicked grin across her face. She was enjoying this far more than she realized. Helga had told Alice that Amethyst believed she was a bottom-leaning switch but in truth she liked topping more than she realized. Having only Rebecca submit to her was what held her back. Seeing someone else at her feet might awaken a little more.

“Amethyst, put that collar on her.”

At her mistress’s command the vole took a thick leather collar from the suitcase. She ran a finger along the inside, marveling at the craftsmanship before unbuckling it. She approached with a playful sway of her hips, pursing her lips when leaning in to wrap the collar around Alice’s neck.

“I can tell you wanted Helga to do it,” Amethyst whispered softly, “I can see that little twinge of disappointment in your eyes. You still think you’re above us. It’s cute. I can’t wait to make you squirm under my heel.”

Though the tone was playful, Alice couldn’t deny the image had a charm to it.

Next came Rebecca with the chastity belt Alice had brought upon request. The goat wasn’t a fan of denial through such means, but Helga insisted that it was crucial for her methods. Given that she didn’t notice Rebecca’s chastity belt behind her panties until now, Alice figured the pig had a point. The belt was custom designed to cover her pussy but leave her ass exposed, perfect for longterm wear without any major issues.

Careful hands latched the belt over her mound and around her waist. Alice held her breath as the metal and its padding braced her, sealing her wet cunt away with the twist of a key. Rebecca bowed to Helga with that key held up as an offering. The pig took it, held Alice by her headfur, and put the key before her eyes.

“Barring any emergency, you will not be seeing this key between your legs.” Helga grinned. “I hope you had an orgasm before flying over because from now until you leave, if you don’t get off with your ass then you ain’t getting off at all.”

“It’s worth the wait,” Amethyst said, lifting her apron and dropping her pants to reveal her chastity covered cunt. “Before mama, I didn’t think it was possible outside of porn, especially since I can’t get off from penetration. Now? Now I prefer it this way.”

Helga cleared the air with a clap of her hands. “Ok,” she said, eyes closed as if it could stifle her blush. “With that out of the way, let’s have dinner. Alice, get dressed if you please. We’re having chicken katsu tonight. No, Amy, you’re not cooking. We don’t want to poison her.”

“It was one time and not even my fault!” The vole groaned, “I’ve been getting better. What did I even do for the callout? Nor even cooking tonight.”

“I think she just wanted to give Alice a warning,” Rebecca said, getting up and stretching her back before heading to the kitchen, “You remember you’re on the dishes though, right?”

“What?” Amy didn’t so much as slump as she melted into the couch, “I just got off shift. If you’re all going to torture me at least be kinky about it.”

Dumbfounded, Alice stood still as the trio argued like they were all married. She looked down at the chastity belt fastened over her crotch, tapped it to ensure it was real, then looked back at the three women vacating the room. Her pulse that peaked rapidly declined. Her tight chest loosened. A wave of disappointment hit her as she’d been hit with whatever the pussy equivalent of being blue balled was. Clam jammed? She’d been clam jammed!

“Yo.” Amethyst poked her head around the corner, “Do you have any preference on steamed veggies? Oh, and Helga wanted me to tell you that you should prepare for an enema an hour after we eat. If she’s going to train your ass it needs to be as clean as possible. So expect a bottom diet for the next few months.”

Alice blinked. Her face reddened. “Speaking from experience?”

Amethyst grinned. “When she was training our asses we had a strict high-fibre diet. We still rotate it in on days where we want to have our fun, but it looks like we’ll be suffering alongside you.”

***

Alice didn’t much care for enemas. She knew people had a kink for them but. To her they were more a requirement rather than something to enjoy. Like a picky-eater being told to finish their plate. Thankfully Helga thought the same and gave Alice the decency of privacy when using it.

“So tonight we’re going to start small.” The pig pulled on a pair of disposable latex gloves. She’d not changed from her earlier clothes nor stripped like she commanded Alice to do inside her basement dungeon. It made what they were about to do feel almost routine, casual, as if Alice’s submission was nothing more than her day to day. From how her two partners acted, it might as well be. Plus getting dressed every time was a hassle.

The basement had a special charm to it. It couldn’t compare to her club, but no one’s house could unless they invested far more money than they should. The floors were covered in gym mats, the ceiling had rings deadbolted into it and hung either chains or various leather straps. Two dressers sat on opposite sides of the wall, one for latex and the other for leather. She even had a toy chest, which Alice asked about after noting all the various floggers, paddles, gags, and other toys hanging from the wall.

“It’s my dildo collection,” she explained, showcasing the various toys from their sizes, shapes, and colors. There was even a compartment for buttplugs. Alice didn’t like using the phrase ‘penis envy’ for women given the implications, but Helga seemed to take it with pride. “If I was a guy I’d be stuck with just one dick.”

Upon command Alice kneeled against the floor mats. She rested her head down and raised her ass up, shuddering with restrained glee as the two gloves hands spread her cheeks.

“Well, well, well,” Helga chuckled softly, pressing a lubed finger against the quivering rim, “Someone’s eager. You’re no stranger to anal, are you?”

“No, mistress,” Alice said, trying not to pull her head up to look at the pig. “Not as friendly as your girls.”

Helga patted her cheek. “Let’s see how friendly you are, slut.” With care she spread the lube around the rim before pushing a finger inside. Alice held her breath. It wasn’t that she’d rarely stuck something up there, but she’d been fingering herself since meeting the pig in anticipation. Another woman’s digits far beat her own in skill, making her feel vulnerable in all the right ways as a second joined the first in her prodding. The pig hummed in approval, sinking a third finger whilst Alice tried to stay relaxed.

“Not bad. Rebecca could hardly get a finger before squirming,” Helga mused.

“I own a nightclub, Mistress. I think I know a thing or two.”

That earned a pair of hooked fingers scrapping her walls. “And yet my bitch’s bitch can take a whole fist up her ass, while I’m struggling to get a fourth finger inside you. Remember your place.” Despite her words and the smack on Alice’s rump, there was a playfulness to her tone. A sadistic glee that enjoyed making Alice squirm which Alice fed with more squirming. Helga rose and bid Alice to raise her head, giving her ample view of the pig’s posterior as she fished through her toy chest. For the moment that goat imagined what it’d be like being between those cheeks, but then she saw the big purple dildo that might as well be a miniature baseball bat.

“This is Betty,” Helga said, holding the cock to her crotch like it were on a strap. “Normally I wouldn’t show this until after using it, but I want you to know what I’ll be working you up towards. See, both of my girls can take this up their backsides, and only Rebecca can throat it to the base. Amethyst isn’t a big fan of sucking straps but I like to see her gag so I don’t push her throat that hard. By the time you fly back home, you’re going to achieve both of these feats.”

Alice’s wide eyes stared at the toy. She’d seen big, she’d seen horse dick, but Betty was like someone’s forearm. She thought back to Amethyst and Rebecca, struggling to see how either of those girls could take that up their asshole without splitting in half. Helga saw that dumbfounded expression and grinned with raised eyebrows. “Outside of training, Amy only lets me use this on her on my birthday. Rebecca’s always up for it so I have to make sure not to use it too often. But yeah, both can take it.”

She placed the dildo before Alice. Its purple gel-like silicon stood like a floppy monolith. An object of reverence for the goat to worship. She gulped at the sight of it, trying to imagine how it’d feel inside her. Helga was right, she was no virgin to her back door and certainly had experience with her mouth, but there were limits. She wasn’t a size queen. Neither Amethyst or Rebecca looked the part either. Maybe that’s why she kept the two girls in chastity belts, to keep that part of them as natural. Or maybe she was overthinking it to distract herself from Helga locking a strap over her crotch.

“Keep looking at Betty,” she commanded. Alice did so, catching a glimpse of Helga slipping a dildo through her harness’s ring in the goat’s peripheral vision. The plastic pop of a lube bottle rattled her spine like a gunshot. Each step closer to her, encircling her, carried a squeak belonging to gymnastics classes. Alice bit her lip. Her fingertips dug into the mats.

“Like I said, I don’t show Betty off until after using her. But for my last two girls I had a lot of time to train their asses. No real time limit one might say. And neither of them, at the time of their training, knew what I was working them up towards. They were just happy to be molded by me, eager to submit, even if one is a mouthy brat, and not at all thinking about how I was stretching their limits until it was already too late. But you, you want this ass stretched.”

A hefty toy laid between Alice’s asscheeks. It was covered in slick lube, dripping onto her backside and down her crack. Strong hands grasped Alice’s chin from behind and arched her face up to the tip of Betty, where her lips met the fake phallus’s head. “And you want your throat to take it. So Betty here is going to be your motivation. Your idol. You’re going to take Betty to your bedroom. Every morning after waking up and brushing your teeth, and every night before bed, you’re going to give her a kiss. And if you’re really devoted, you’re going to try and throat her instead. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Alice said, heart pounding in her ears. Helga let go to hold Alice’s hips. The cock slid back, leaving a trail of loop slithering down the goat’s asscrack, stopping when the dildo’s head braced her stretched hole. It wasn’t one of the biggest she’d taken, but it was enough to make her wince. Enough to make her thoughts scream at her to stay relaxed as it ventured inside.

“Good,” Helga whispered. The thrusts were slow, sinking in to let Alice grow accustomed. Her speed picked up, matching the goat’s rhythmic breaths as the wet squeaks of the lubed cock bounced off the walls. Alice grit her teeth. Her hand was caught before reaching the shield over her cunt. The pig laughed.

“We both know that won’t work,” she said, picking up speed, “But it’s a mindset we need to break. I told you, you either get off from your ass or you don’t get off at all.”

The porcine woman’s pistoning went deeper and faster. Thick hands held Alice down, with strong muscles to lock her in place. The weight against her, the sweat dripping along her back, it was all she wanted and more. But the urge never came. It was akin to walking along a cliff’s edge and wanting to jump only for her legs to not listen.

So when Helga pulled free, Alice couldn’t help but whine for more. It earned her a spank, followed by a giggle from Amethyst who, along with Rebecca, had ventured downstairs to join them without her notice. “I’d say that’s a good first ass fucking. Rebecca, plug her up and get a strap to start with her oral training. Something manageable. Amy, wait for me by the chair, I need your tongue.”

Amy stuck out her tongue in mock protest, “Make me.”

Helga responded by grabbing the vole’s chin, pinching her mouth open, spitting down it, and then marching her forward to the throne in question. Amethyst didn’t protest, sitting eagerly on the pillows laid out underneath it as Helga stripped her pants away. Alice took note on the vole’s tramp stamp as she sank her snout between her mistress’s legs. ‘Helga’s Girl’

She felt the very shade of Amethyst’s dyed headfur.