The Amazon Queen

The Amazon Queen

by RiverOtter

Warning! Adult Content!

This story contains strong sexual content and is intended for mature audiences and is not suitable for minors.

This story is copyrighted © 2007 by RiverOtter. This story is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any real persons, living or dead, is unintended and purely coincidental. It may not be sold or redistributed for profit in any form. Archiving and posting online is permitted if the story is kept intact in its original form, and proper credit is given.

Sincere comments, feedback and criticism are welcome.

Characters are listed at the beginning of chapter 1.

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Chapter 6: Pet Play

Keira and her sisters often shared their slave girls; hence, one morning a few days later, Dawn borrowed Amber from Keira and played a game with her, one that Amber found unusually humiliating. Dawn enjoyed it very much. On the table were about a dozen phallic objects, varying in size and length; some were metal, some polished wood, some glass. They were all different colors. Amber's wrists were cuffed to a spreader bar above her, and a similar bar separated her legs below. She was trying to memorize each one's color and shape.

“Time's up,” said her young Mistress.

Dawn put a black cloth blindfold over Amber's eyes and tied it behind her head. She put her fingers in her mouth to wet them, them slid them over the the lips of Amber's pussy to moisten her. She took one of the objects and sucked on it to lubricate it. Amber felt the cold, hard metal of a phallus inside her.

“Which one is this?” asked Dawn.

“Um, the silver one, Mistress?”

“Good.” Dawn pulled the rod out and dribbled some spittle onto Amber's crotch, spreading it to her labia. She then moved it back and forth inside her for a little while. When she was finished she put the dildo away inside a drawer.

“You can look again.” Dawn raised the blindfold so Amber could try to memorize the objects again. There was one fewer than before. After a few moments she lowered it again. Amber felt another phallus, larger and thicker than the other, pushed into her vagina this time. It forced her labial lips wide open and stretched her skin uncomfortably; Amber figured it had to be one of the largest.

“Which is this one?” asked Dawn.

“I think it's the black one, Mistress?” the slave guessed.

“Incorrect,” said Dawn with a sadistic smile. The phallus was removed. There was a moment of silence before Amber heard Dawn pick something up. She heard the telltale swoosh of a cane before she felt its sharp bite on her behind.

“Ow,” she cried.

There was a second swoosh, and another crack on her poor ass.

“Ouch!” The cane didn't just sting, it seem to linger and burn, especially when it struck areas where her skin was thinner.

“Time to look again,” said Dawn. She went and raised the blindfold. This time whatever object she had felt before was still with the others. After a little while Dawn pulled down her blindfold, picked something up and opened up her pussy lips with two fingers. Amber felt something cold and hard, thin at first but then wide—too wide—as it was pushed further into her.

“That's the bottle, Mistress.”

“Easy one,” said Dawn. Amber's blindfold was removed again. Dawn put the wine bottle away. She looked out her window, to see the position of the sun. “I have to leave soon,” she said. “We can finish later.” She unlocked the cuffs around Amber's wrists and ankles, and put the objects away. “I'll be gone for most of today. Finish cleaning this room and start on the other one. I'll know if you slack off,” she said.

“Yes, Mistress.” Amber was silently happy to be spared from playing this silly game.

Just as they were about to say goodbye, Chandra walked in to ask her sister a favor.

“Belle's been bothering me all morning; can you take her out and get her some exercise for me please?”

“I'd like to, but I have to see my father today,” said Dawn. “Do you think Amber could do it? She's pretty obedient.”

“Hmm, I suppose,” said Chandra.

“Tell you what; you can have her today while I'm gone.”

“That's nice of you.”

“Do whatever Chandra says,” Dawn admonished her slave before leaving.

Amber kissed Dawn's feet as a goodbye, and the younger Mistress left. She had now been passed from one sister to another, to the next, like some toy, and felt a little angry for being treated as less than a full person. Still, it was a little exciting not knowing what was in store for her...

Chandra took Amber's hand and led her out to her own home.

“I'll show you what I need,” she said.

Belle had been dependent on Chandra ever since the Amazon saved the helpless girl's life. It was a profound experience for someone who had once treated others so badly without fear of consequence, and Belle was devoted to her, always craving her attention. Chandra expressed affection for her slave by humiliating her. A good Mistress took a slave to her limits, she believed.

Chandra was often tender, even letting Belle suck milk from her breast, but her training methods were harsh. Belle learned to play fetch and do other tricks for Chandra's endless amusement. And Belle was required to perform, sexually and otherwise, for friends when Chandra wanted to show her off. Belle received treats and other rewards for being “good.” Belle was deeply shamed by all these acts, but they produced powerful, thrilling sensations deep inside her. The more Chandra debased her the more Belle came crawling back—literally—for more. That was Chandra's ideal for a slave; a good friend who stuck with her in good times and bad, whom she happened to dominate mentally and physically.

Her Mistress didn't often lend her out to anyone else, and Belle felt safe with her; Chandra was her protector. Belle was shy by nature, and that was perhaps why her exhibitions for Chandra's friends excited her. But when Chandra was away, Belle could be shy and reserved. When she first met the Matron's twins, for example, they had started pinching and teasing her playfully, and Belle was afraid they might really hurt her. When they saw she was frightened to tears, they cuddled her and calmed her down. She warmed up to them, but remained wary of strangers.

While Keira played her game with Amber, Chandra was at her desk copying from a book—a rare and valuable item that she had to return soon—when Belle grew restless. She pawed at the door with her outstretched hand, permanently encased in its mitten, holding her leash in her mouth. She wanted a walk.

“Not now, I'm busy,” said Chandra. Belle whimpered audibly. She wiggled her hips to wag her tail and paced around the carpet. (The tail was Chandra's devious handiwork, arising from her tail bone as a real one might do naturally. The hair plugs were planted deep in Belle's flesh; she could roll around and tug on it all she wanted, but it would not come out). Belle walked over to her Mistress on all fours—the only way she could walk—and rubbed up against her legs. The small bells on the slave's nipple rings and nose jingled incessantly, annoying the one who had put them on her.

“I'm going to pierce your clit without anesthetic if you don't keep quiet,” said Chandra.

Belle sat flat on her stomach in Chandra's room, her head on her mittened hands, a pouting expression on her face. She was thoroughly bored.

Finally Chandra, knowing Belle might start misbehaving just to get her Mistress's attention, went over to Keira's home and asked her to exercise her pet slave. Chandra came back with Amber instead.

“Belle, you've met Amber before, haven't you?”

Belle's expression remained neutral.

“Sit,” commanded Chandra. Belle sat up on her knees, her elbows at her side, forearms raised parallel to the floor. She stuck her tongue out for Chandra and panted.

“Is she always like this, Mistress?” asked Amber.

Chandra nodded. “It's how she serves me, for my amusement. She'll lick any pussy I tell her, so she fills the minimum requirements for a slave.”

Amber was fascinated. Belle was rather petite in figure and had been made up to look girlish and cute. She was perhaps fifteen, or sixteen at the oldest. Bright blush makeup, more than anyone would normally use, adorned her cheeks, and her light blonde hair was made up in two ponytails on each side of her head. Two white lace garters were pasted around each of her breasts (which were noticeably big for her age); she wore similar lacy adornments around her waist, wrists, thighs, shins and upper arms. Her pubis was shaved bald. Chandra had even tied light blue ribbons at the base of each ponytail and the tail at her rear. Her collar had many rings around it: sometimes Chandra put bells on them. The former tyrant looked rather adorable.

Belle's upper and lower legs were strapped together by cuffs she wore at her ankles and thighs, and she could move them apart a little when she needed. She could not walk upright. Belle was too proud to show frustration and confidently walked on her padded knees and mittens.

Chandra clipped a long leash with small metal links to Belle's collar and handed the other end to Amber. Chandra got a bag and put several large leather rings and toy balls inside. She added a plain white phallus (“If Belle behaves,” she said) and some food. She gave the bag to Amber, who slung it over her shoulder.

“If you don't treat her well or get careless, she'll let me know,” warned Chandra. “Take her for a nice walk; make her play around and get some good exercise; that's your responsibility. Feed her at noon. Understand?”

Amber nodded.

“Belle, be a good girl for me,” said Chandra as she kissed her pet's forehead. “Now, walk.” Belle got back on all fours and obediently followed Amber out the door, but she looked back at Chandra with sad, puppy-dog eyes.

Amber wore some ornaments Keira had given her: a feather necklace, brass bracelets, earrings, the silver chain belt, and so forth—they were the only things she was permitted to wear. She was still a bit uneasy about her lack of clothing. She wondered how Belle felt about her own costume. She led the pet slave out of Chandra's residence. Outside it was a beautiful day, ideal for walking around in the nude, which was what she had to do every day anyway. The shapely blonde walked, leash in hand, next to the more petite girl who scampered along on all fours. Belle was not happy to be away from her Mistress. She ran ahead, paused, or wandered to the side of the path as far as her leash would allow. She said something in her weak voice that Amber did not understand, but it seemed to amount to “You're not in charge of me.”

Amber gave Belle more slack, tugging on her chain if she fell too far behind. Belle resisted. Amber forced her to follow. She didn't know how she was going to make Mistress Chandra happy if Belle did not cooperate. And she was justifiably afraid of displeasing her; Chandra elevated punishment to an art form. At least out here, under the inviting sun, she didn't have to constantly worry about making mistakes. The Matron's family had high standards and little patience with their slaves.

“You have it pretty easy, you know, Belle,” said Amber. Belle never really had to work; she just played the role of the family pet. The four-legged slave girl looked up at Amber and shrugged. “I heard you're from Calledon. I visited there once with Princess...”

Belle wasn't really paying attention to her, so Amber stopped. The pet slave didn't seem interested in conversation. With a resigned sigh, Amber wondered what she could get Belle to do. She walked her over to a clearing to see if perhaps she wanted to run around; instead Belle sat in the shade of a tree, curled up and close her eyes.

“Oh, come on,” aid Amber as she pulled on the chain harder and harder until Belle was forced to get up and follow her. “We'll find something else, then.” She tossed a ball to the middle of the clearing. Belle stared at it and sat down. Amber exhaled in frustration and went to pick it up, muttering under her breath. Belle wasn't in the mood to play with Amber. She wanted her Mistress.

Belle reached up into the bag and pawed at the food in it, but Amber shook her head. “It's not time yet.” Belle sat with her arms around her knees, staring ahead angrily.

“You want to get me in trouble, don't you?”

Belle shrugged and said something terse.

“You're a spoiled little bitch, you know that,” said Amber in frustration. Belle turned her head around and looked at her. She said something in her faint, scratchy voice (“Only Mistress calls me that”) with a haughty expression and turned away.

Amber thought a moment, and an idea came to her.

“If you have so much pride, let's see if I can humble you a bit,” she said, and gave Belle's leash a good tug, and led her into the town.

Belle took in the sights and sounds with interest, but looked nervous to be there. Village men and women would smile and pinch her cheek as they passed, and Belle was shy. Amber was getting used to the way the Amazons stared at her openly; she didn't mind the attention as much. She led Belle to an unoccupied area, and then knelt down to look Belle square in the eye. Amber took the dildo Chandra had given her out of the bag.

“You're getting your exercise, young lady, like it or not. Otherwise, I'm going bring you to the square where everyone can see us, and fuck you silly with this. In the ass. I have permission (Well, technically, she thought), and I'd rather do that that get whipped because of you.”

Belle looked at Amber pleadingly and shook her head. Her eyes watered.

“Well then, what do you want to do?”

Belle stood on her knees and put her mittens around her leash, tugging it, and mouthed the word please.

“Want me to take it off?”

Belle nodded.

“All right.” Amber knew Belle, having to scamper around on her hands and knees, couldn't run away from her, so she unclipped her leash from her collar and put it in her bag.

“Now what?”

Belle reached out a mitten and fingered the crystal Amber wore on a chain around her waist, a gift from Keira, with fascination. She reached out a mitten to her and Amber took it in her hand. Belle led her, moving awkwardly but with determination, towards the open air markets. Traveling merchants had set up stalls everywhere, displaying everything from tools to food to jewelry. It wasn't especially crowded yet, as it was still early.

“We haven't any money, dear,” said Amber. She had worked to earn money for Keira but hadn't so much as touched a coin herself since her enslavement.

Belle looked up and squeaked something slowly and carefully, to the effect of “I just want to look, please.”

“I suppose we have time,” said Amber. If it made Belle more cooperative it couldn't hurt. Belle looked wistfully at a stand selling gold necklaces and earrings, keeping a respectful distance. She had had beautiful things once, but probably never would again. This was her life now.

She went into a small, cozy shop, arrayed with intricate glass figures and ornaments, followed by Amber. She looked around and found a pair of earrings; she stared at them longingly. They were made of fake gold and spherical shaped. Amber could see why she liked them; they fit her playful appearance. She fingered one of them gently.

“Hey, no loitering, slave.” said the storekeeper from behind a counter. “Paying customers only. Unless you got coin you have to go.”

Amber made a sincere apology.

“Your Mistress send you?” the merchant asked.

Amber shook her head.

“If you want something ask your Mistress or whatever; I have to make room for people who can pay.”

Amber looked around. There was no one else inside. She walked up to the keeper and leaned over the counter. The merchant was a middle aged man with a round belly and balding head, and a generally pleasant demeanor.

Suddenly, Amber grew bold.

“Perhaps,” she said, “We could come up with an alternative?” She smiled sweetly. She arched her back and pushed her chest forward, pointing her shapely breasts directly at the storekeep. She tossed her head to the side coquettishly.

“I—uh, um, I don't think so, missy; we'd both be in trouble.” Now, the merchant really liked coming to the Amazons' territory, even though they were thrifty with money. Any place where lovely, nude young women walked around in broad daylight was okay in his book. But the Amazons also had a strict “look-but-don't-touch” policy regarding their slave girls, and it was strictly enforced. If he was caught in a compromising situation he might not be let back in their village again, or worse.

“No one will see,” said Amber in an innocent voice, widening her inviting red lips into a most seductive smile “I'll just come over here...” She went around behind the counter and knelt down, out of sight. “...see?”

“Now, um, wait...”

“You could give it as a gift, couldn't you? My Mistress would like that. Just let me plead my case.” She opened up his trousers with a mischievous smile and licked her lips.

“Oh dear...”

Belle froze in fear. This could get Amber into real trouble. Amazons were very possessive. She didn't know Amber well but certainly didn't want her to face her Mistress's full wrath; she wouldn't wish that on anyone.

The merchant looked furtively around and began to grunt. He closed his eyes and swallowed nervously. His breathing intensified. He'd hadn't felt quite this good in a long time. Belle glanced outside; people were passing by. The merchant was torn between ecstasy and fear of getting caught. Amber had had practice, thanks to Keira, and knew what she was doing. Her tongue rolled sensually around the merchant's cock, touching where it was most sensitive and rubbing it against the soft, moist inside of her cheek.

“Okay! Okay! It's a gift!...aaaahhhh...” he let out a long sigh of relief and release. Amber swallowed most of his cum and licked the rest off of his cock like it was the best thing she had ever tasted. He took a rag and wiped what had spilled onto Amber's body so no one else could tell what had happened.

“That's so kind of you, sir,” said Amber in her sweetest voice. “I thought you would understand.” She went to the wall, took the earrings and placed into the small holes of Belle's pierced ears.

“Just this once now.”

“Oh, of course. Thank you again.”

As Amber waved goodbye, a good looking young Amazon came in with a nude slave girl on a leash; the slave looked very much like her Mistress. The slave was Natalie, and her hands were bound behind her to discourage her from taking anything that wasn't hers, though she had pleaded that there was no way she could possibly steal. Her Mistress, Naomi, who was also her older sister, decided to play it safe with her submissive sibling, who was not a model of obedience.

“Hello, I had my slave's nipples pierced a little while ago; can I try some things on her?”

“Of course, of course.” the merchant tried to avoid staring at the pretty girls.

“Stick your chest out,” Naomi said to her sister, who stood up straighter and pushed her breasts forward. The merchant sighed. I'm getting to old for this, he thought, worried that he had almost been caught. Perhaps there was too much of a good thing.

Belle and Amber walked through the street past the displays.

“Ready for some exercise?” Amber asked.

Belle nodded. She looked at Amber with amazement. She tugged on her hand, and Amber knelt down.

“What is it, dear?”

Belle licked a small smear of semen from Amber's lips.

“Oh, thanks,” the blonde wiped her face to make sure no traces remained. Belle was saying something now, but speaking too fast to be understood. She was trembling slightly. Amber thought she understood the gist of it.

“It's alright,” she reassured her companion. “You just get a man to like you, and he gives you shiny things. It's the way the world works, slave or not. I knew what I was doing.”

Belle raised her eyebrows in wonder. She leaned forward and kissed Amber on the cheek.

“Don't think anything of it,” Amber said. “Listen, I'm sorry I got angry at you. I know we don't know each other well; I just want to do what your Mistress wants. Will you play with me for a bit?”

Belle nodded. She took Amber's hand and led her out of the merchant area. Amber followed the crawling girl down a path to the nearby woods. Sometimes Belle's tail swayed, revealing her cute little pussy, and Amber couldn't help but stare. Her tits hung down as well, swaying as she crawled and ringing the little bells on her nipples. Amber agreed it was a pretty humiliating way to be seen, but it was sexy for the person watching. Thy walked until the village square was well behind them.

Belle stopped a little ways into the woods.

“What's here?” asked Amber.

Belle pointed ahead. There was a stream running to a pond, the same one Amber sometimes relaxed in.

“Oh, this is nice.” Amber waded in, and felt the cool water rush over her ankles, almost up to her knees. She wondered how far the stream went. Belle knelt at the edge and tried to drink. She had to lap it up like an animal; Chandra always enjoyed watching her do that. Amber waded over to her and scooped up some water, reaching out to Belle. The pet slave gratefully sipped out of Amber's outstretched hands. When she had enough, she smiled at Amber sweetly. Amber walked backwards to the middle of the stream and beckoned Belle to join her. Belle shook her head nervously.

“Oh, come on, it's only up to your waist,” insisted her blonde companion.

Belle hesitated. Amber walked over, picked up the ponytailed girl by the shoulders and put her down in the stream. Belle scampered a bit to find her footing. Her rear tail was wet, but she didn't mind. Belle found it easy to wade around on her padded knees and mittens; Amber had to step more carefully to avoid carefully to avoid stubbing her toe.

Belle splashed some water on Amber. The taller slave girl got down on one knee and splashed water onto Belle's chest, making the bells on her nipples jingle. Belle looked at Amber with mock indignation and retaliated with a surge of water in Amber's face, then scampered away upstream. Amber rubbed her eyes and saw Belle laughing at her.

“Hey you, come here,” Amber smiled, stood and began to follow her fellow slave. Belle crawled quickly through the water, and Amber chased after her.

Belle stayed ahead of her until she came to a pile of sticks in the stream she couldn't cross. She turned around with a guilty smile as Amber caught up to her. The blonde splashed Belle's chest a couple more times and Belle sent a few more waves in retaliation. Eventually, Amber sat down in the cool water to rest.

Belle crawled up to her and rested her head on Amber's shoulder. Amber put an arm around her, and then on impulse, she put her other hand on Belle's thigh and slid it slowly towards her crotch, just below the water. Belle looked at her, and her expression changed from innocent mirth to something more serious. She didn't move. Amber felt her way to the lips of Belle's pussy. Belle kept looking at her, not moving. Slowly, Amber moved her finger back and forth between Belle's pussy lips. The skin was smooth and rounded, and pleasant to the touch. She felt Belle's clitoris and rubbed it gently.

Belle put her other arm around on Amber's shoulder, wrapping herself around the taller slave's neck. She pulled herself up until Amber felt the little metal bells on the pet's nipples against her own breasts. Belle rested her head against Amber's cheek and closed her eyes, savoring her companion's attentions. Amber fingered the smaller girl's pussy like a delicate flower, opening the lips gently and poking a finger inside, feeling the the wet folds of her skin. She could have gone further but stopped and lowered Belle gently onto her knee, kissing her forehead.

“Ready to exercise a bit, now?” she asked.

Belle nodded her consent, finally.

When they stepped out of the creek, Belle shook her head and wagged her hips vigorously, her tail shaking, like an animal trying to dry off. Her breasts jiggled and her nipple bells rang. Amber thought it looked very funny.

“There's a field here--we'll be alone,” said Amber after walking a little distance away. It was an open clearing with short, springy grass that was comfortable to walk on. But Belle didn't follow. Amber called to her.

Belle stood on her knees, hands raised, elbows at her sides. Her tongue was sticking out, and she was panting. She looked around, pretending not to understand.

“Oh, I see,” said Amber. “Want to play? This should be fun.” She whistled and called out “Come here Belle; here girl,” and whistled again. Belle came over happily to her, and rubbed up against Amber's leg affectionately.

“Good girl...good girl.” Amber patted the pet slave's head.

Belle stood on her knees again and panted, tongue out like before.

“Let's see what we have here,” said Amber, reaching into he bag. She took out a leather ball. “Want to play fetch?”

Belle nodded agreeably.

“Go bring it back to me,” said Amber as she tossed it some distance aways. Belle stretched out first, putting her arms out straight in front of her and leaning back on her haunches, imitating a cat. She scampered over to the ball, moving as efficiently as she could, tail moving in the wind, and picked it up between her teeth. She trotted back to Amber and dropped it at her feet, then sat up, making an emphatic throwing motion her hand.

“Okay, I'll throw farther.”

She tossed the ball overhand towards the other edge of the clearing and Belle started to chase it as soon as it was in the air. To get around, Belle always had to plant her hands in front of her first and then pull her legs behind her; she couldn't push off of her knees with much force. Her forearms had gotten a bit stronger and she could crawl with remarkable speed, but if she tried to go too fast she stumbled.

“Careful,” Amber called to her. Belle made it to the ball and brought it back again, her tits swaying pleasantly as she moved towards Amber.

“Just as far?” asked Amber. Belle nodded. Amber tossed it towards a tree on the other side of the clearing and it bounced off the trunk. When Belle got to it she circled the tree a few times, looking up at the squirrels on the branches. She pawed at them, trying to climb up, and they ran away. Amber laughed out loud.

“You're really do take to this,” she said. Belle trotted back, swaying her tail proudly by moving her hips side to side. She dropped the ball and licked Scarlet's leg. Amber tossed it underhand and it traveled high in the air; Belle ran out and tried to get under it. She put her mouth on it when it bounced back up, and Amber cheered her on.

“Good job, girl.” Belle came back and rolled over on her back, mittens raised to her shoulders, swaying side to side, a girlish smile on her face.

“Having fun, are we?”

Belle nodded and swayed her chest to each side, jingling the bells on her nipples.

“Can you wag your tail for me?” asked Amber.

Belle turned around and vigorously shook her hips side to side so the tail swung with them, shaking her ass at Amber. It was such an openly lewd gesture; Amber chuckled and slapped Belle's bottom.

“You've got a cute lit—well, you are a cute little pussy,” joked Amber. Belle blushed at the remark.

Amber continued tossing the ball for almost half an hour; Belle had a lot of endurance. After that she tossed several rings around the clearing and Belle collected them all between her teeth before bringing them back. They repeated the game a couple of times; the last time Belle kept one in her mouth and wouldn't let go. Amber pulled and Belle made a growling sound, turning her head back and forth to shake Amber's grip. Amber tossed another ring a short distance, and Belle dropped the one in her mouth to chase it instead.

In the last game they had time for, Belle moved a ball from one end of the field to the other, pushing it with her nose, as fast as she could. Belle went back and forth twice over; after doing this at full speed, she was sweaty and breathing heavily.

“I think you've had enough for today,” said Amber. “You've been a good girl.” Amber bent down on one knee and rubbed Belle's chin with her fingers. Belle closed her eyes and stuck her head out further in response. Amber rose again. “Need another drink?” she asked. Belle nodded. Before she went back to the stream, though, Belle tugged at the ring on her neck collar.

“Want your leash?” asked Amber. “You didn't like it before.” Belle looked up at her pleadingly.

“I guess we're friends now,” said Amber. She clipped the long metal chain back onto Belle's collar; the ensemble was now complete. Amber led her back to the stream where Belle lapped up the water with her tongue—this time she wanted to do it that way, even though the ends of her ponytails got wet. Having run around for almost an hour, she was quite thirsty and took a while to get her fill. When finished she patted her stomach. Amber fed her bread and fruit by hand. Sometimes Amber tossed pieces to her, and Belle caught them skillfully with her mouth.

With their lunch finished, there was one more thing Belle wanted. She licked Amber's feet again and made that pleading look she did so well.

“Want your reward?” asked Amber. Brazenly, Belle turned around, put her head to the ground and raised her haunches into the air at Amber, spreading her thighs open. With her covered hands she pushed her tail aside and opened up her pussy lips as best she could. Amber poked a finger inside the pet slave's vagina, feeling her labia, which was nice and moist. She then pulled the dildo out from the leather bag. She was a little embarrassed by it, but Belle had no such shame. Chandra had broken down Belle's sexual inhibitions long ago.

“Can you roll over?”

Belle rolled onto her back and put her mittens up against her shoulders, palms against the air. She stuck her tongue out and breathed heavily.

“Open up you legs...that's right. Now suck on this first.” Amber put the dildo in Belle's mouth, and the brunette pet sucked on it greedily. Amber moved it up and down, in and out of Belle's mouth until it was good and wet from her saliva. Belle's pussy didn't need any additional treatment; it was already dripping wet.

Amber slid the solid shaft easily in and out of Belle. The pet girl made longing, sighing noises, and began pushing her hips back and forth wildly.

“Whoa girl,” said Amber. “Go slow; you'll enjoy it more.” But Belle was having none of that. She fucked the dildo as fast as she could, rocking her hips faster than Amber moved her hand, panting heavily the whole time. Amber withdrew the Phallus and sat down cross-legged on the grass.

“Let's try it this way,” she said. She brought Belle stomach-down onto her lap, putting the leash over to the side. Belle raised her hind end and Amber once again pushed the dildo back and forth into her throbbing pussy. She massaged Belle's plump breast, twisting her ringed nipple lightly between her fingers, sending tingling sensations down Belle's spine. The pet slave shuddered. She moved her haunches back and forth vigorously once again.

“Slow down,” Amber said again. “Here, let me try this.” She got up and knelt behind Belle. Brushing the tail aside, she felt the moisture on the pet's crotch with her hand, and began to lick her pussy lips. She tongued her clitoris. Belle moaned even louder. Amber added the thrusting phallus to her efforts. She tongued the Bottom of Belle's pussy while pushing the dildo in and out of her. She did this for some time. When Belle's moans increased in intensity, Amber rose up on her knees and pushed the phallus a little harder and quicker inside her. Belle rocked back and forth emphatically, until she cried out (weakly) in an intense, orgasmic rapture.

Amber lay down on her back, hands behind her neck, taking in the warm sun and staring off into the sky. Belle lay with her head on Amber's chest, her leash trailing away, occasionally kissing and sucking the blonde's nipples affectionately. Amber reached out and patted Belle's head.

“We should play more often,” she said. She heard Belle make an almost continuous, low rumbling noise in the back of her throat. She's purring, Amber realized. A little later Amber walked Belle home, leading her with the leash; this time, Belle kept up with her companion step for step, tongue out and tail wagging.