Chapter 6: The Uninvited
Guest of Honor

“Do we know each other?” Judy asked our surprise visitor with a smirk.

The surprise guest wore an old-fashioned tuxedo and hat, goldenrod, with a saffron shirt tied at the collar with an amaranth necktie, and carried a rather large bag. A tiny part of me feared what was inside, and a little bit more was trying not to get distracted by an intense curiosity over the same—but most of me was simply terrified that I had offended her by not inviting her to my accidental orgy.

Diane smirked back. “Ah… That depends. Would you happen to be Judith?”

“Yes. And you are…?” Dread froze me in place. ((Let her in—!))

“Diane. I believe we possess someone in common.”

((Let her in, let her in, let her in!)) “Actually, she owns me.”

Diane giggled. “That girl is full of surprises.”

“She sure is. What can I do for you?” ((You can move aside so she can come in!))

“You could grant me entrance.”

“We’re having… a closed gathering.” I wanted to scream, ((Let her in! Let her in, now! Ask her to come inside! Make a welcoming gesture! Tell her my house is hers! Tell her that it literally belongs to her now, I’m putting her on the rental agreement!)) —but I was paralyzed by fear.

“And I was… to my dismay, not invited. That said, three of my pets are here; I have come to supervise them, to make sure they play with each other nicely.”

“As rude as I feel for turning you away, I’m afraid your lack of an invit—‍”

My horror that my mistress was not receiving the most prompt and sincere hospitality from my other girlfriend had grown so hot that I found myself freed from the cold dread that had shackled and gagged me; I launched myself towards them and my voice burst forth in a screeching hiss, “For fuck’s sake, Judy, let her in before I get in trouble!”

With her smirk spreading wider across her mouth and eyes, Judy told me, without uttering a single word, [Made you sweat.] “Please come in, Diane. Snacks on the coffee table, drinks at the breakfast bar.”

My mistress entered, then stopped as soon as she saw the bar spread. “Is that vodka?” she asked Judy icily.

“It sure is.”

“Do you not recall that she cannot have alcohol?”

“Andy?”

I got close enough for quiet conversation and explained, “I did, it’s alright, Mistress, I told Georgina she could bring alcohol—as long as it wasn’t tequila.”

She sighed. “If you say so. But consider yourself on a virtual leash until all traces of alcohol leave your apartment.”

“Of course, Mistress.”

“Oh, I hate being so strict with you! You are such a flawlessly good girl.” She aggressively wrapped her arms around me and squeezed, then kissed me. “I can’t resist a little shop talk, I haven’t seen you all day. How is the case coming?”

“I’d rather not.”

“Is it going poorly?”

“I wouldn’t say ‘poorly’, a few things have gone my way. I skipped to the month-long queue and acquired the dash cam footage from the raid thanks to Andrea being willing to break regs.”

“Are you… talking about yourself in the third person now?”

“Hm. No, Lieutenant Andrea Buchanan, Officer Safety and Accountability Office. She also goes by ‘Prissy’. She’s on the couch.” I nodded across the room. The other two pets were leaning on her and touching her chest and legs and in general showing her physical affection, to her nervous delight, while drinking from red cups.

“That is excellent. Introduce me to her… after you tell me about your findings.”

To my ‘primary’ girlfriends I gave a summary of my interaction with Geraldine and company—making it clear that I didn’t want to talk about it in greater detail—then recounted the relevant events of the single dash cam video I had watched.

Diane lamented, “I knew it. I am a part of this.”

“Don’t start beating yourself up again,” I told her. “Please.”

“Alright. I will make an effort to ease my conscience. This is a party, after all, an occasion for levity.”

“Exactly. I’d like to change the topic to anything besides this cursed case.”

She patted me on the shoulder. “I will grant you your request. Jude, this is a small group, but do you have a nanny and caddy?”

“I’ve designated myself the caddy.”

“Then I will be the nanny; most of them are my pets, after all, I know best how to soothe them. As for this bonus Andrea, Prissy… Drea, would you be a good pet and introduce us?”

“Of course, Mistress.” The others were on the couch, with the two other pets flanking Andrea, complimenting her hair and her eyes and her tits, and telling her about the various ways they were going to fuck her, touching her shoulders, arms, thighs, and stomach, scratching her back and the nape of her neck, and petting her hair, all while she wore manic eyes and a very contented smile.

I led Diane by the hand to my Doll, even though there was absolutely no need to lead her so—I just wanted an excuse to touch her. Her other pets greeted her with restrained enthusiasm, addressing her as ‘Diane’, rather than ‘Mistress’.

Andrea offered her hand, and Diane accepted it with a warm smile, kissing it. “Andrea Priscilla Buchanan, but you can call me ‘Prissy’ to avoid ambiguity.”

“That is a very cute nickname. It has an air of… meekness.”

Andrea was caught off guard, but if she was offended, she didn’t show it. “Uh. Thank… you? That isn’t the kind of compliment I expected to receive from anyone, ever. I get the impression you are full of surprises like that.”

“Your impression is spot on. Nice to meet you, Prissy. I am Diane Somers, Andrea’s other girlfriend.”

Andrea’s eyes darted across Diane’s face in bewilderment, but once she’d made up her mind, she asked, “You wouldn’t happen to be acquainted with Captain Diane Somers of the SVPD, would you?”

“The very same.”

“Oh. So… your relationship is why you took the time to sign off on Andrea’s I2R.”

“Even if she was not my pet, I would have signed off on it, because I want to see Alexander Brookvale safe and sound and back at home.”

“Oh? I’m happy to hear that. But part of what you just said—I’d like to rewind a little. Did you call Doll your… ‘pet’?”

“Yes, as well as the two women trying to persuade you to let them up your skirt.”

Andrea looked at Georgina, who nodded, then at Regina, who also nodded. “Alright… What do you mean, exactly, by ‘pet’?”

“They wear collars to signify that they are mine, and either obey my commands in exchange for rewards… or disobey them in exchange for punishments. As their owner, I train them, pamper them, take them to community venues and events, and lead them around on leashes to inspire jealousy and admiration in onlookers. They don’t always enjoy the leash, so I often use it as a disciplinary measure, and as a reminder to the insufficiently obedient…” She gave Reggie and Georgina pointed glances, prompting both of them to smirk, and she in turn shook her head and permitted amusement to lift the corners of her lips (but only a millimeter or two). “…that they are still works in progress. Drea, how do you feel about being tethered?”

“I… kind of… like it. I hated it at first, but now the thought of being on a leash… makes me feel comfortable. Safe, even.”

“An exceptionally positive association after such a short time wearing it, but then again, Drea is the freakiest pet I have ever owned or handled.” I blushed at her compliment. Regina, visibly displeased, looked like she had something to say, but contained her words inside her lungs—which might have been the safest places for them to stay until they wasted away.

Doll pursed her lips, then said, “I think I understand the appeal.”

“You do? Is it something that might appeal to you?”

“To me? No, of course—‍” She gave it more thought. “Huh. I’m not… sure. Do you have sex with them?”

“All the time. They please my every whim. If I want to fuck one of them, I call her and she drops whatever she is doing and asks me what I would like her to do for me, and when I am finished with her, she thanks me for the honor—and the pleasure, because they love to make me happy; you see, disobedience is generally for our shared amusement, and furthermore serves me with opportunities to give them the punishment they crave.”

“They ‘crave’ punishment?”

“Receiving punishment is a quarter of the fun of being a pet.”

“They enjoy it. They… misbehave… on purpose?” Diane and both of her other pets spoke some variation on ‘yes’. “Huh. What… kinds of punishment do they enjoy?”

“It depends on the individual, what they are comfortable with, and how close we are. The most common corporal punishments are nipple torture, spankings, whips, riding crops, hot wax—and for the pain queens, paddles and floggers. One who does something shameful might wear an oversized white T-shirt inscribed with an insult befitting their crime, or—if they are very naughty—I might write it directly on their body and forbid them from wearing human clothes.”

I was transfixed.

“I may force them to wear a remote-controlled bullet vibrator or two for a day, or a week, or a month, so that I can force them to orgasm at inconvenient times; on the other end of the torture spectrum, I may require them to wear a chastity belt or cock cage for just as long. If they do something beastly, I may require them to crawl on all fours and deprive them of the ability to speak, allowing them to communicate only via animal sounds. Only Reggie has gotten this far. If my pets were to decide to push themselves beyond this limit… there are worse punishments still.”

I was enthralled.

“In the more extreme cases, if I and a given submissive have a strong, trusting bond, established over the course of several dates… I might make them ‘perform’ in front of an audience any number of humiliating acts, from being led around on a leash, to having their clothes torn or cut off, to masturbating in front of the crowd, to being showered in the semen of audience members, to being used by the audience for whatever purpose pleases them.”

I was enraptured.

“But in the most egregious of cases, I may blindfold and bind them. This I reserve for the worst offenders, because it is an intricate, creative, and time-consuming art. It is also very intimate, requiring courage and patience and trust, because total restraint can be terrifying. Only the submissives closest to me, my most loyal, my favorites, may receive that punishment if they disobey me—since for one of those I trust most to defy my will would be the most despicable betrayal, deserving of the most artful punishment.”

Her diverse and seemingly endless list of punishments left me sweating and eager, my mind and body aroused by the possibilities… But this last one, the prospect of being—

—filled me with a mind-altering enthusiasm, a reaction I did my best to hide behind a pacific expression.

I had to know what must be done to earn such punishment. “Mistress… That sounds pretty awful. What kind of crime would I—I mean, how would one of your subs have to misbehave for you to be angry enough to do this to me—them? And is there anything you might do to make the ‘punishment’ more intense? Like… a gag, or hot wax, or having people ejaculate all over my… face…” I stopped elaborating, because my voice had betrayed from the start how excited I was about the possibility of being tied up; I never fooled anyone that I feared it.

She had watched me tear to lint my own threadbare façade of indifferent curiosity, while only hiding most of her amusement at my enthusiasm. “As I have already told you, Sweetie, that punishment is reserved for those closest to me, in the event they take advantage of me when I am at my most vulnerable and trusting. My police pets are among the few who can earn it—so if you, Eupraxia, somehow managed to commit some unforgivable act, a particularly uncomfortable work of kinbaku would certainly be my punishment of choice.”

((Well… she’s ‘vulnerable and trusting’ when her tits are out in the open. I could disobey an order to play with them… but I have a feeling that would be a minor infraction, at best. So if she asks me to pleasure her, I might as well obey. Although… What if I don’t finish her off? What if I bring her to the brink of orgasm, then stop?)) I grinned as my plan came together. “Don’t worry, I would never betray you, Mistress.”

She giggled. “Do you really think that you, my most loyal sub, have the capacity to hurt me? You couldn’t betray me if I ordered you to. The guilt you would develop from merely thinking about doing it would drive you insane. You would cry and confess your plan halfway through designing it. Enough talk from you, though, shut it while I talk to the new girl.” I had nothing else to say, so obeying was easy enough. “Prissy, does any of this interest you?”

“Well… it’s very weird, but… not in a bad way. I can imagine wearing a leash, and I think it would be as Clover says: comforting. And… I think I would enjoy wearing a collar, especially a fashionable one. Yes, I know I would. And I think I might enjoy being obedient, because I’ve had this desire since she, um, ‘ate me out’—to do for her sexually whatever she wants.” ((Wow. I did not realize her feelings for me went that far.))

“Then perhaps I am the wrong one to be inviting you to pethood.” Diane smiled at me. “You seem to be already loyal to her.”

Doll asked me with her eyes if I was interested. As cute as she was, as sweet a servant as she might potentially be… “I’m still figuring out being a handler with my first pet. And I don’t have all the things I need to punish you. I could maybe adopt you later, but if you need a handler right now, you’ll have to figure something out with mine.”

She nodded once, disappointment staining her face, and continued with Diane. “I’ve never been spanked or whipped, but I’m… interested in trying punishment. I’ve given it a little thought, and I’ve decided it might be exciting and psychologically stimulating. And there are a lot of things to try—but I don’t know if I want to commit.”

“Even if you submit to me as one of my elite pets, you are under no real obligation to do anything that you would not already want to do, and you can leave and return at any time, with no hard feelings. With that in mind, we can give it a try, one day at a time, until you either decide it is not for you, or you decide to be one of my regulars, or… you decide to go all-in. Does that work for you?”

“Before I decide, I need to know… What kind of animal would I be?”

“You choose—that is one of 4 decisions that are not mine to make. You can be a dog, a cat, a bird, a reptile, an amphibian, or a sea sponge; you can even be a normal human being who just happens to be in a pet-handler relationship. No matter what you pick, you can choose whether you are allowed to talk or pretend that you can only bark or meow or bleat or chirp. You can crawl at all times, or only when I command you to—or never, if you find quadrupedalism excessively strenuous. And you choose whether and how to decorate yourself to resemble your chosen animal, with ears or tails or paws or whatever else may please you.”

Doll looked at each of Diane’s favored pets, then whispered into Georgina’s ear, received a whispered reply, then repeated this with Regina. Once she had her answers she weighed her options—but only briefly—and concluded, “They’re very happy to be your pets, so… I’ll give it a try.”

A pang of joy caught me by surprise as she joined our pack. “What kind of animal are you?” I asked excitedly.

Diane shushed me, but lent her ears to Doll, who answered, “A… cat.”

“Splendid.” Diane reached into the bag and held out some cat ears and a tail buttplug. “You may wear these if you so desire.”

Doll put on the ears; Regina pointed her compact mirror at her—prompting a delighted giggle from the newly-adopted kitten. She inspected the tail. “How does this work? I don’t see any way to strap it on.”

Diane showed her the butt end. “This shiny knob… goes up your ass.”

“Really?” Diane nodded. “I don’t know if I…”

“Butt plugs feel kinda good,” said Georgina. “If you’re not sure how to do it, I can help.”

“(Um…) Thank you.”

Diane handed out cat tails and cat ears to Georgina and Regina, along with a bottle of lube, then offered more of the same adornments to Judy.

“I’m not really the feline type.”

“I have dog accessories, as well.” She put the cat parts back in the bag and held out dog ears and a dog tail; with an overwhelmed glance at me, Judy awkwardly accepted them.

Then with a wide smile Diane offered me a fancy box. I opened it—inside were dog ears and a tail, but much higher in quality than the body parts she was handing out to the others. “Mistress… If it’s alright with you, I want to be a cat.” I had made up my mind after watching the three kittens put on their ears and pretend to clean themselves the way cats do, licking themselves and each other, giggling or yelping playfully in protest.

My request puzzled her. “You are so utterly canine, though.”

“You said we get to pick what kind of pet we are, not you.”

“Well, yes, of course, but I wish to point out that you have the temperament of a dog, so it would be criminal for me not to offer you the ears and tail of a dog. Ever since you first obeyed one of my commands, I have thought of you as a dog. Specifically, a German Shepherd.” She gently shook the box. The accessories were the exact shades of black and brown that dominated the coat of her chosen breed. They were subjectively beautiful and objectively impressive in their craftsmanship, and yet… “I had these made for you. Do you not wish to wear them?”

I wanted not to disappoint her but sorely to please her, but I had my heart set on being a cat girl. “That was very sweet and considerate, and I do appreciate that you were thinking of me when you got them… but you didn’t ask me what I wanted to be before you went through the trouble.” She didn’t try to hide her embarrassment. “I wish I liked them, but I want to be a cat.” The dog girl and three cat girls were paired up and kissing while groping each other’s tits, waists, hips, and asses, Judy with Georgina, Doll with Regina. “Everybody wants to be a cat—except Judy.”

She sighed. “Of course. I get it. I am embarrassed to have made such a foolish assumption—I ought to have asked you before buying you anything, the pleasure of surprise be damned. Thank you for trusting me enough that you feel free to contradict me. Of course, I had never intended to coerce you into accepting this gift, but now I must certainly give up on trying to persuade you.” She put the lid back on and sighed. “I feel that I was pressuring you into accepting doghood, and for that I apologize, Drea.” She put the dog stuff back in the bag and pulled out some cat accessories, which I accepted with a smile. “But this means you have to change your behavior. Cats are capricious. You will need to misbehave.”

I put on my ears, and felt a tiny, tingling rush shoot from my crotch up to my head. “Who says they can’t behave? I could be the most well-behaved cat ever owned by a human being. A cat who’s so fantastically sociable and obedient that she does tricks even the smartest and most loyal dogs either can’t do or refuse to do.”

She shrugged, but smiled. “It is all roleplay; your and your partners’ imaginations are the only limits to your pleasure, and ‘most obedient cat’ ought to be well within anybody’s ability to imagine. So why not? Enjoy your new feline features, Eupraxia the obedient cat. I will have a new set crafted to your specifications…” She pursed her lips. “How would you feel about being an orange tabby?”

“Because I’m a redhead?”

“Precisely.”

“Permission to be blunt, Mistress?”

“You do not require my permission, speak freely.”

“I think it’s too on-the-nose. Maybe try thinking about trainable breeds.”

“Alright. Easy. Maine Coon—no, too big. Hm… How about Abyssinian?”

“I don’t know what those look like, but as long as they aren’t red or orange, I don’t really care.”

“Brown, gray, and rusty tan. If ‘not orange’ is all you care about, then you will like it.”

“Works for me.”

She clasped her hands. “I am so excited! I am certain that turning you into an Abyssinian will be even better than watching you transform into a German Shepherd. Come, now, grab some lube and put your first tail in!”

“Yes Mistress!” Buzzing with curiosity, I nabbed the bottle labeled ‘silicone’ and gave the steel knob a generous slather, then hiked up the back of my skirt and aligned the point of the plug with my anus—and gently pushed. It slipped in without trouble—and while I was disappointed by the overall lack of stimulation, I felt pleasantly full. I looked over my shoulder and shook my ass, and there was a tail there to wag. I giggled. I looked at Diane, who was smiling. And then she surprised me with a kiss.