Rachel laughed and said: “Who knows. I may be tempted to give it a whirl, just to see what it’s like from Sammie’s point of view. Or it’s point of view I should say.”
“Sammie’s fine. I don’t get worked up like some of the traditionalists. To be honest, I think its an outdated custom.”
“Well, nice to see some progressive thinking, don’t you think Bianca?”
“Keep me out of this. I’m not fussed either way.”
Dave took them through the program. “We are showing the Dogs at 1:30 pm, with a parade in the ring with rosettes for the top 3 out of the 15 Dogs showing. Then we open the mating stalls. We’ve split Dogs into teams of 4 to service the male dogs, pro or amateur. Each Dog has a 30 minute slot and is guaranteed 2 shifts. The beginner’s stall will be serviced by pro male dogs only,” he added for Rachel’s benefit.
“So we have just over an hour before we have to prep Dog for the show.” Bianca looked over as Dog/Sammie and Dog/Claire were sniffing and licking each other’s face and pussy. Archie and Truck were also busy with their tongues.
“You can leave it here if you like. Is it plugged?” Dave asked.
Bianca nodded.
“Mine too. Explains why they are trying to get their tongues in each other’s cunt. I’ll take the plugs out, so they can snack on each other to their heart’s content.”
“Thanks, Dave,” Bianca tied Dog/Sammie and Archie to the post next to Dog/Claire and Truck. “We’ll be back later. Have fun,” she tickled them both as they tried to lick her face.
“So,” Bianca said to Rachel. “Shall we look round and see what Billy was talking about?”
“Sounds good to me.” Rachel hung onto Bianca and asked: “What do you mean by plugged?”
“Just what it says. After mating, I often ‘plug’ Sammie so that the dog semen remains inside and is absorbed into her system. The plug is far enough up so she can keep it inside for as long as she likes. By unplugging them, the two Dogs can enjoy what’s left in the others cunt.”
“I have a lot to learn,” sighed Rachel.
They strolled on stopping at some of the stalls selling fetish wear and accessories. A black mesh slave collar with a yellow buckle caught Rachel’s eye.“Fancy making me your slave for the day to go with your Dog?”
“It does match your hat,” said Bianca. She looked at Rachel and then at the collar. “I’ll take it and a name tag.”
“Oh, so I have a name?”
“Of course. You’re not a Dog.” Bianca picked out a pre-engraved silver tag and secured it to the collar. “Turn around,” she said to Rachel.
Rachel tried to look at the name on the tag but Bianca slapped her hand down. “Behave,” she said.
“Sorry, Miss Bianca.”
Bianca secured the collar and turned Rachel to face her.
“May I ask what I am to be called?” Rachel kept her eyes down and voice submissive.
Lifting Rachel’s head Bianca looked into her eyes. “Well, as I have a Dog it seemed natural to also have a Pussy.”
Laughing, Rachel pulled the tag out to see ‘Pussy’ engraved on it. “It’s wonderful, thank you, Miss Bianca,” impulsively she hooked her arms around Bianca’s neck and kissed her. “I would be honoured to be your Pussy.”
To her surprise, Bianca felt a surge of affection for Rachel. They had been getting along happily for a while now. Folding Rachel in her arms, Bianca kissed her back, harder and longer. “I would like that,” she replied warmly.
“Does this call for a celebratory drink?” Rachel asked, feeling swept away by the moment.
Bianca looked over at a two-story structure with, ‘Welcome to the Pee Bar‘, emblazoned on the front and ‘All liquid deposits accepted’, over the outside stairs on the side of the temporary building.
“I guess it does. Fancy checking it out? I assume it is as literal as it says.”
Rachel giggled. “Let’s go and find out!”
The inside was bright and cheerful with a long wooden bar across the length of the room and a dozen or so bar staff, pretty boys and pretty girls all dressed alike in tight tops, short skirts and no panties.
The place was packed, as much by curious then thirsty patrons.
Bianca shepherded Rachel to the bar and caught the attention of a blonde boy whose skirt hid nothing to the imagination. Both girls took in the sight with appreciation.
“Enjoying the view, girls?” He asked with a twinkle.
“Umm, not really, could do with hitching your skirt up a bit,” Rachel smiled.
“Saucy!” He said with a twirl, exposing more of himself and putting down a plastic drinks menu in front of them
‘Ale with a dash, Ale shandy, Ale half and half, wine spritzer, Pee and tonic,” Rachel read out loud.
Bianca looked at the bottles dispensing drinks on the back wall. “So how exactly does this work?”
“Simple, hun. Ale with a dash of pee, Ale shandy but with pee, not lemonade and so on. All the mixers are piss which is replenished from upstairs, then drizzled through filters and dispensed down here. You can have just plain chilled piss if you prefer and the more piss in the drink, the cheaper it is, and finally, if you use the upstairs urinal the attendants will stamp this card,” he produced two cards with a flourish, “and you get your drink half price or for free if you just want a glass of piss.”
“And I guess, man pee and lady pee?” Bianca asked indicating the two big pale yellow bottles in the middle with a female and male sign on them.
“Your Mistress is one sharp babe,” the barboy grinned at Rachel.
“Cheeky cunt,” said Bianca, smiling.
“Oh, language sweetie, I’m only 19 and led a sheltered life.”
“Mistress Black!” A black woman in her sixties rushed over to embrace Bianca. It was Rosie. “Oops, nearly spilt my drink. Girls this is Mistress Black, Mistress this is Karen, Shan, Evelyn, Anne, she’s my boss, Jane, Tara, where’s Tara?”
Bianca put her arm around Rosie, smiling, she said: “Slow down we can’t catch all the names.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, did you order drinks? Let me get them,” said Rosie. “I’m having chilled piss with a dash of vodka. It’s very nice.”
Bianca and Rachel exchanged looks and shrugged. “Same for us I guess,” said Bianca.
“You look lovely Mistress Black as does the lady you are squiring,” she looked shyly at Rachel.
“Hi,” said Rachel. “I’m Pussy.”
“Of course you are, dear,” said Rosie as the other girls chorused a welcome. “I’m being squired for the day too,” she went on with conspiratorial pleasure. “ She’s just adding to the supplies, ah there she is, over here, dear,” she waved at a young blonde girl in a navy blue pinstripe trouser suit, open coral shirt and matching tortoiseshell glasses.
Bianca groaned a little and Rachel looked at her. “Problem?”
“You could say. I can’t stand blondie,” replied Bianca.
“Well, smile Miss Bianca and play nice. Remember there was a time when you couldn’t stand me.”
Rosie had hooked her arm through the blonde girl’s and was looking up at her with absolute adoration. They made an odd couple. Age, looks, demeanour.
“Miss M, darling, this is Mistress Black and Pussy, I love your outfit dear,” she added to Rachel.
The two ‘Squires’ nodded to each other. Michelle leaned in to kiss Rachel on the cheek. “Lovely to meet you, Pussy” she said.
“Lovely to meet you too, and I love your outfit, Rosie, really shows off your boobs,” said Rachel. The older woman did look great for her age in her low cut bottle green and black trim dress, so Rachel paid the compliment with genuine enthusiasm.
“I like the butch look too” added Rachel to Michelle who smiled in thanks.
“I kept it plain so my lady would steal all the admiring looks,” replied Michelle.
Rosie trilled with delight as Michelle laid on the compliments. Rachel thought it was very sweet of the young Domme. “More sweet talk like that and I’ll be swooning, Mistress M,” laughed Rachel.
“She’s not a Domme,” cut in Bianca, more curtly than she had intended. Immediately she regretted her comment.
“Oh,” said Rachel. “Well no harm done and I apologise for my mistake.” She saw Rosie was looking upset. Michelle saw it too and her face softened.
“No need to apologise,” said Michelle warmly. “Mistress Black is right, I’m not a Domme.” She squeezed Rosie who seemed relieved at Michelle’s reaction.
All three were looking at Bianca who loathed being in the wrong and had no attention of admitting to it in front of everyone.
Rachel grabbed Rosie and said: “Your friends seem lovely, fancy introducing me again?”
Looking uncertain, Rosie waited until Michelle nodded to her and then allowed Rachel to steer her away.
The barboy leaned on the bar “If you two butch bitches are going to fight, can I suggest you do it the jello pit, with bikini’s on?”
Bianca laughed and gestured to Michelle. “What will you have?” It was an apology of sorts.
“Neat piss,” said Michelle accepting the offer. “Male. No ice.”
“Coming up,” he said.
“Is there a difference in taste?” Bianca asked.
“Yes. Men are usually spicier, richer. But as it’s heavily filtered here, not so much.”
There was an awkward silence.
“Look, I guess we aren’t going to be friends, but I think being civil is the least we can do and I don’t want to upset Rosie,” added Bianca.
Michelle again softened at the mention of Rosie. “Okay, Pussy seems nice.”
Having reached an accord they were interrupted by Karen pulling Rachel towards them followed by the rest of the girls
“Hey, Miss M,” Karen said to Michelle. “Pussy works out of the flat down from us.”
“Oh, you work with Mistress Black, Pussy?”
“Yes,” Karen answered for her. “We only do weekends though and Miss M only occasionally these days.”
“Nice to know I’m not the only tart here,” laughed Rachel.
“Oh, we are all pretty tarty,” smiled Michelle.
“Talking of tarty when are we going to hit the ‘Grope and Fuck Maze’?” Shan asked.
“I guess now is as good a time as any,” said Michelle, knocking back her drink. “You girls coming with?”
Bianca and Rachel looked at each other
“Why not? Sounds like fun,” smiled Bianca.
The ‘Grope and Fuck Maze’ was as literal as the Pee Bar. Two entrances, one for the ‘gropers’, predominantly men, and the other for the ‘gropees’, which the gaggle of women trooped into after a brief wait. “As one group leaves we let another group in,” said the girl on the door
“How does it work?” Rosie whispered to Michelle as they pushed through a curtain, followed by Rachel and Bianca. Karen could be heard grumbling outside with the rest of the party, except for Anne who had opted to remain at the Pee Bar.
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