Being owned – Part 8 by Alex MacDonald

Being owned – Part 8 by Alex MacDonald

Explore the erotic world of submission and dominance in "Being owned - Part 8" by Alex MacDonald. This adult sex story delves into the thrill of being owned and controlled. Get ready for a steamy read that will leave you wanting more.<br/>

The next part of being owned…. sex again ( well, rape this time) another glimpse of the werewolf world… and things that might follow

As usual, feel free to comment or contact me…

I awoke early. He was still asleep, snoring faintly. Last evening, when the effect of the drug had finally worn off, he had brought me some food. Hungry as I had been, I had wolfed it down, while he was watching me. Smiling he had sat on the big bed, watched me licking my fingers afterwards.

“Tonight, you will stay here. I’ll go out.” And he had left me there and then. He had left me a book, nothing special or really interesting, but it helped pass the time. Late, he had come back, undressed and gotten into bed. My place was the big dog bed on the floor, my toilet a litter tray in the bathroom.

Silently I got up and went to the bathroom. I didn’t want to use the litter tray. As I was pondering if I should risk it to use the toilet – as I had done when he was away – I heard the rustling of the sheets. Footsteps, my owner was coming.

“Go on. You can use the toilet in here. Only outside you have to use the trays.” I gulped. Could he read minds as well? Maybe it had just been obvious.

“It’s only for today anyway. We’re heading home tomorrow.” I nodded, eager to get away from this place. Since he did not leave the room I went to the toilet, avoided his gaze the whole time. At least this was not as humiliating as squatting over a litter box.

“You don’t have to shower today,” he informed me. “I’ve booked a slot for a bath and a trim later on.” “Yes,Sir,” I replied, got up and wiped myself before I flushed. Hoping he would keep talking, explain more I washed my hands, dried them and turned around.

“We will go for a walk first.” A smirk hovered on my lips. “The downfalls of keeping a human,” I murmured, and he smiled. “Only where I have to keep her on a lead.”

He dressed himself and fixed the leash to my collar. I followed him. Taking in my surroundings for the first time I guessed that we must be in some kind of villa. Polished stone or even marble floor, paintings and tapestries on the walls and statues nearly every two metres. My owner’s footsteps echoed through the passageway while mine made no sound as usual.

We stepped through open French windows into an open park. Artistically arranged flowerbeds, an immaculate lawn, benches and more statues. It was overwhelming. He did not pause but followed one of the paved ways towards some hedges.

Were all werewolves rich? If they were immortal that might be an explanation. How many of them were there, hidden from the normal world? Lost in thought I followed him, did not pay much attention to my surroundings. Never would I have expected this. What else was out there?

The change of ground under my feet made me focus again – and stop. We were looking down on a small, secluded beach. Wooden steps led down to the white sand and clear blue water. Even though it was early it was quite warm. Seagulls cried overhead, circled the clear blue sky. A short yank at the leash and I followed him down.

Just as my feet touched the ground he stopped, looked to the right. Turning my head, I saw what he had spotted. Werewolves. There were three of them, in their half-human form. They were running, chasing each other. One of them had dark fur, like my owner, one seemed to be blonde and the other was a shade of light brown. Watching them play, seemingly careless, nearly made me cry.

I felt a wave of loss sweep over me. When had been the last time I had fooled around with my friends? The answer came easy. Before I had left them. A long time ago. During my time on the streets I had sometimes missed them, but never realised how much. I thought I had, but now I really felt it.

“Come on.” He started off towards the water, walked along the edge with me in tow. Soft waves rippled over my feet in the wet sand. Every now and again I looked over my shoulder, back towards the trio.

The last time I had been on the beach had been with my friends as well. It came back to me, overlapped the reality. The day I had seen John. I shuddered and made an effort not to look back again. It hurt too much. After some time we turned back, walked towards the park and the villa.

He led me to a different entrance this time. This part of the house reminded me of his tunnel, functional, just a corridor with doors on each side. He opened one door. Two women in purple scrubs got up from a table and greeted him. “What would you like to have done, Sir?” One of them asked as she took my leash from him.

“Just a bath and a trim. Not too short, and don’t bother too much with her feet, I keep her outdoors.”

My owner was still speaking as I was already led away into another room. I glanced back over my shoulder. “You can get her back in three hours.” He nodded and just left me with these women.

They tied my wrists to a chain that hung from the ceiling. The whole room was tiled, I stood on a large drain. I was more annoyed than scared. Even though my owner had never really talked much, he had treated me as a human. For them, I was … what? A job to be done, it seemed.

They were chatting with each other as they were treating me. A shave first, whole body including places I myself had never bothered with – or could not reach. I tried to take my mind of this humiliating situation, think of something that might pass the time.

They were gentle, washed me down with soft sponges and some luxury soap. My thoughts drifted always back to this house. Like some kind of hotel, where you could take your pets. Grooming, a beach, even a doctor. What else would this weekend hold in stock for me? Would I see other humans? Be able to talk to them?

They started on my hair.

Just the weekend. So, it was today and maybe some time tomorrow. My thoughts were interrupted as some shampoo ran into my eyes and I winced. One of the women petted me soothingly, and I closed my eyes.

He would get the results today. That much I remembered. It was fast, faster than with any human doctor I had encountered so far. They must be very organised. And all hidden from the normal world. Money could do that, I guessed. Then another thought entered my mind. But I knew. Would he really let me go after the two years? With this knowledge? Or would he kill me, to keep the secret? Could I trust him? Of course, people would just assume that I was crazy. Another homeless woman who had lost her mind. I would have thought that myself, when someone would have told me such a story a few weeks ago.

The sound of the scissors, as they started cutting my hair was nearly soothing, a steady clipping sound. Fingers were fumbling with my hair, combing it, holding it.

In my other life I would have enjoyed getting a haircut. Chatting away with Molly, sipping my fancy Latte and looking nearly the same as before when I left. But it had been my time, time to relax. This was so wrong.

After cutting my hair they washed me again, rinsing my body with lukewarm water. One of the women started to clean up, while the other blow dried my hair. “See, that wasn’t too bad.” Another reassuring touch, then she untied me and led me back to the anteroom. I was ordered to lay down on a dog bed and wait.

Curling up on the soft bed I smelled the soap on my body and the shampoo in my hair. My newly cut hair felt good and I settled down and waited for my owner.

When he came to get me, he smiled. “Great work as usual, thank you.” Without further ado he took my leash and I got up. He led me back to the posh part of the villa. Now and again people were passing us. With some of them he exchanged some words. None of them were naked.

But none of them commented on me either. It seemed to be normal around here, to have a naked woman on a leash in tow. Shyly I looked to the floor, did not want to meet their eyes.

“Oh, you’ve got a new one.” A female voice cried out and a staccato of high heels on the hard floor came nearer. “And ginger, quite pretty.”

My owner laughed. “Hello, Daphne. Yeah, I got her a few weeks ago. You know, after you’ve had one, you always want another one.”

“True, true. I wouldn’t want to go without one either. Are you joining us for the hunt tonight?”

It was hard to keep an impassive face. Her last words had turned my insides to ice.

“Yes, I will. Still starting at the same time?” “And the same place as well. See you tonight, I have to rush.”

Her footsteps retreated hastily, and my owner moved on as well.

He opened a big double door that led into a huge hall. I raised my head for a short glance around. There seemed to be different areas. One corner was laid out with thick red carpet, massive bookshelves parted this area from the rest of the room. Next to this were many sofas, all facing a really big flat screen TV. I spotted a pool table, a bar, dog beds at various places on the floor, always next to comfy seats, another seating area at the other side of the room.

He walked over to the bar, ordered himself a beer. Now I finally saw the first other human in this place. She was kneeling next to her owner. Pale ivory skin, her long blonde hair tied in a ponytail, so as not to obscure her large fleshy breasts. As opposed to mine, her shackles were made from metal and I could not see a lock.

She shot me a short glance, looked down again, as I smiled at her. Weren’t we not supposed to talk or interact? I frowned but my owner had gotten his drink and walked away from the bar. Slowly he walked over to the second seating area, chose an armchair without a dog bed next to it. Close on his heels I only realised what was in the middle of this seating area when he settled down in his chosen chair.

Another woman was kneeling on the floor. She was fastened to some rings that protruded from the stone floor. Her breasts were huge, the pierced nipples nearly brushing the floor. Pleadingly she looked at me, brown eyes wide open. She was drooling around the big ball gag in her mouth and I looked away.

My legs trembled as I sat down on the floor, next to the armchair. I had seen the fear in her eyes. Still unsure what I was allowed to do and what I wasn’t I leaned against the chair. Would he do that to me as well? Just leave me somewhere?