Collared (Chapter 11): A Pup among Men
We were still standing beside the car – my Master, his two friends and me – and I took a moment to take stock of what they all looked like right now. My Master was wearing black leather pants, black boots, and for the first time, I saw him in a black harness too, his beautiful torso exposed, well-defined. His relatively large biceps were accentuated by leather straps. I loved how my Master looked, but felt a bit intimidated somehow. Aside from our identical harnesses, I was the opposite image of him – the only things covering my body were my sneakers, the chastity cage, the temporary tattoos (‘SLAVE’ under my belly button and ‘PROPERTY OF MASTER J.E.’ just above my ass) and the doggy collar, all symbols of what I was to Him. That wasn’t all. I realized he was holding a leash.
My Master attached a thick leather collar to my neck, and then the leash to the collar. I looked around and saw his two friends were in awe.
“Guys, meet my slave,” my Master said. “Boy, this is Alex,” he said, pointing to the guy who’s about 5’7”, Latino, tanned with black hair, a little meaty but definitely athletic, shirtless in a black leather harness, leather jockstrap and short black boots. “And this is Dan,” my Master added, pointing to a 5’10” white blond guy, slimmer and with defined abs, wearing a jockstrap and harness that were both from stretchy fluorescent fabric, with the jockstrap made especially to show off a large bulge. He wore bright blue and yellow sneakers with high soccer socks. “But you can call them Sirs,” my Master said. “They’ll help me watch over you tonight, so you can trust them and follow their lead, understood?”
“Yes Sir,” I replied.
Alex and Dan came closer, feeling my butt and my cage. I was a little distracted by the sight of the other cars and people that seemed to be quickly filling up the parking lot. My attention turned to every car door that was slammed and every sound of footsteps. I felt myself tense as more people came into view, some of them appeared to be peering over at me, on their way to the doorway to the party.
I felt a pull on my leash but I was frozen in place. My Master tugged again. “What’s the matter, boy? You seem nervous,” he said.
“I think I am, Sir,” I said timidly, not wanting to disappoint him. “That’s a lot of people, Sir, and I’m more exposed than ever with the chastity, slave tattoos, collar, and now the leash. I’m sorry Sir, I don’t know if I’m up for this.”
“Shhh! Take it easy!” My Master said with authority. “Remember I decide what you’re up for,” he added more softly.
“But Sir,” I started.
“Let me help you remember your place,” he said more sternly, pointing at the floor beside him.
I kneeled.
“Good boy,” he said, patting my head, and then putting two fingers in my mouth.
I focused on sucking his fingers, feeling I was fed his power and confidence through them. I felt a little more relaxed and just wanted to please him. I purred, with his fingers in my mouth.
Master snickered and played with his fingers in my mouth.
“Do you want to please me?” my Master asked.
I nodded ‘Yes’.
“Do you want people to see you as my property?”
I nodded again ‘Yes’.
“Very good,” he said. “Are you worried about anything other than people recognizing you?”
I thought for a moment, then nodded ‘No’.
“Alright,” he said, as he pulled out his fingers from my mouth. “So I’ll do this for you, boy. You can wear the hood to cover your face, as we did in Folsom Street Fair,” he said, “but you’re going to do a couple more things to please me and to show everyone what a good slave of mine you are,” he added.
I paused for a moment, wondering what he meant, then asked, “Sir?”
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