The Velvet Collar

by C. P. Mandara

  "Shall we spoil their party?" Dominic looked over at me and raised his eyebrow sardonically. I already knew that he'd signed Johanna up for a stint in a cage. He assumed I'd done the same for Jennifer, though no such agreement had been made.

  "Let's," I said, by way of reply. I'd talk to Jen and see what she thought. My gut instinct said she'd want to take part in this, but she was still wary of Escape, and that might put a spanner in the works. I wasn't going to push her.

  Beckoning Jennifer over, it didn't take me long to remove the gag, but I cautioned her to be silent until we were outside the room once more. Inside, it was strictly forbidden for pets to talk, and there didn't seem any point in us being disqualified before the games began.

  "That was fun." Wiping a line of drool from the corner of her chin, Jen cracked her jaw a couple of times to loosen up her mouth, before looking up at me. When she did I sucked in a tight breath. Her eyes were sparkling, her face lit up with excitement, and I could feel her body humming with need. Wanting to take her into the nearest dark corner and fuck her senseless, I somehow managed to control the urge. There were no secret corners around these parts, and if there were, they were already occupied.

  "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." My voice gave nothing of my arousal away, but my wife could read me by now. She was far more astute than most people gave her credit for.

  "You look like you want to throw me over your shoulder and find the nearest cave, darling." She batted her eyelashes at me as if encouraging me to do my worst. If we were in a slightly less public place I might have taken her up on the matter, but I wasn't happy being caught with my pants down in here.

  "Oh, I'll be doing that later, kittykat, rest assured. Right now, though, I have a proposition for you. An entirely optional proposition before you go nuts, so don't look at me like that." I held out my hands as if to assure her I meant no harm. It did little good. I'd stolen her happiness away, and she now looked like she wanted to murder me.

  "You said that..."

  "And I meant it," I butted in. "This will be your choice. I wasn't going to ask you, but Johanna has already been signed up for it, and I thought it would be polite to ask if you wanted to give it a go too. If you don't, that's fine. You can spend the evening glued to my side, just like we agreed. Just hear me out, okay?"

  Jen's face dropped, and she looked down towards the floor. It made my heart sink ten stories, and I rushed to comfort her.

  "Relax. I mean it. We can go home right now if you want to. Right now." I lifted her chin up, so she had to look at me. As soon as she did she would know I was serious, and sure enough, she nodded. "Do you want to go home? I can have the limo waiting for us in two minutes." Jen put her finger on her bottom lip as she thought about it. My fingers twitched inside my pocket, hovering upon my cell phone, should the outcome be negative. I didn't think it would be, but I wanted to get her out of here immediately if it was.

  "No. Talk." The lure of mystery and a little bit of curiosity get them every time. Jen knew if she left now I wouldn't tell her any details of what was about to happen, and she was absolutely correct. The only way she'd find out was by playing the game. My wife knew the rules of engagement; she'd lived with me too long.

  "There's a competition for the best pet. You get your own cage, lots of wandering fingers, and the occasional orgasm if you're lucky. You also get to be tied up, gagged, and spanked occasionally. It might not be your thing, but I thought I should at least..." I didn't get a chance to finish my sentence.

  "I'm in."

  Atta girl. "Are you sure? I'll be watching from a distance, and I still have security guys in the building, but I want to make sure you feel comfortable here. If not we can go home." While I might have been pressuring my wife into this purely so I could gawk upon her in a cage, I didn't want her to feel like I was pressuring her - if that made sense.

  "I'm sure. Now I know why you put me in this outfit, and it would be an awful shame to waste it. How do they judge this event?" Jen's eyes narrowed in on me, and I knew she was fully engaged with the task. I then got a little bit worried. If she was counting on beating the opposition, she had very stiff competition.

  "Do you want to enter this to win?" If she did, I was about to dash her hopes.

  "No." Well, that was succinct enough, I suppose.

  "Well, why do you want to enter the competition? You don't have to do it to please me." I was pretty sure that wasn't the reason, but I thought I'd make sure.

  "I'm not doing it to please you." She gave me a lazy grin. That was my favourite look, so I was not amused.

  "Then why are you doing it?" I was genuinely intrigued. What on earth was going on in my wife's head now?

  "Because I want to beat Johanna." She gave me a cheeky wink and began walking back down the steps to the arena without a backward glance. I shook my head in utter confusion. I would never understand females. Thankfully, I didn't have to in order to remain married to one, so that was a bonus.

  It didn't take long to get Jennifer in a cage. When we'd re-entered the arena Johanna and Dominic were nowhere to be seen, and my wife was so anxious to join her she nearly screamed out loud when she saw the queue of people in front of us.

  "If I'd known you were this keen to get tied up and caged we could have done it at home, and I'd have thoroughly enjoyed a couple of hours of peace yesterday." Maybe I could get one for the bedroom. It would be a nice feature, I thought.

  "You're not funny. Now you've got the idea in my head I'm excited. Too excited to wait," she said, in a delightfully sultry voice.

  "Well it's a good job I have VIP privileges then, isn't it darling? We get to jump the queue." I couldn't see why anyone would be in such a hurry to get locked inside a small cage, but then, I wasn't a female. As previously said, females are funny creatures.

  Pulling her out of the long line I walked her up to the front, where the cages were lined up and waiting to be filled, and showed the attendant my card. He gave me a handful of padlocks and told us to pick a cage. He also said that if we needed any help getting strapped in, he'd be over right away. That wouldn't be necessary. I was more than capable of locking my wife away in a small prison, and the wrist and ankle cuffs she wore would make the task even easier.

  "Sometimes it's very nice being married to you," Jen murmured in my ear. We were standing in front of the cage she had picked, and just waiting to be handed the key.

  "Only sometimes?" If I got a cheeky answer in reply, I swear I was going to leave her in that cage a lot longer than necessary.

  "Fine. It's always nice being married to you. Except when you think I've blackmailed you. That wasn't fun. But thankfully we're over that now," she whispered, knowing damn well she wasn't supposed to be talking.

  She had a point. I'd let her off on that score.

  "Mrs Matthews, I think it's about time we get your gag back on so you can squeeze your butt into that tiny little cage, else you're going to get disqualified before the games even begin." The pink rubber ball was already in my hand.

  "What are you trying to say about my bu..." That was all she managed to hiss. A firm shove of the ball against her lips and pleasant silence returned. It wouldn't for long.

  "I love your butt. It is the perfect size and shape, and there is no other butt in the world I would swap it for." I kissed her forehead to try and dismiss any further arguments. Even though Jennifer was gagged that wouldn't stop her, believe me. This would be a good time to distract her with something.

  Taking one of the silver clips attached to her gag, I began teasing her left nipple with my thumb and forefinger. It bloomed into life with little effort, and a few well-placed nips soon had it standing so proudly to attention it could have almost saluted me. Squeezing the jaws of the clamp open, I then placed it over the poor nub and watched Jen closely. A flash of shock or pain crossed her face, but this quickly turned into something else. Her eyes went dark, and her lashes fluttered at me. I knew that look. It would serve her well for an hour or two in t
he cage, I thought. Attaching the other clamp in a similar fashion, she rubbed her face up against mine and almost purred. Mrs Matthews was getting into character pretty quickly, and I have to say, it suited her.

  "Right, enough of that young lady. You have an adoring public to please. It seems you have picked a very tiny cage, and you're going to have fun wriggling into it. Have a go, if you don't believe me." My finger pointed towards the floor, indicating that she should get on her knees and start crawling inside. She was down on all fours in a flash, and I nearly choked. The woman could do what she was told, after all. Interesting.

  Jen sat there for ten minutes trying to get inside the cage. The window simply wasn't wide enough. No amount of shoulder rolling or contortionist moves would let her get inside the four small walls, and short of dislocating both shoulders, there was no way she was going to accomplish the feat. I already knew this, of course, but it was good fun watching her wear herself out. Finally, I decided to take pity on her.

  "Do you want to know the easy way to do that?" Sitting back on her haunches, she gave me a look that said something along the lines of "you are a complete and utter bastard", but I have to confess I kind of liked the look by now, and I secretly think she did too. Let me put it this way: Jennifer Redcliff wouldn't have adapted well to a man who didn't challenge her, both inside the bedroom and out.

  Pulling the back door off the cage with one heavy tug, I revealed a large square that she would have no difficulty getting into. It was attached by a few metal clips, but these could be secured by padlocks later if I so desired. Mind you, if I did that no one would be able to spank her, and I was very much looking forward to watching that.

  There was a long groan through the gag, and she gave me another of her looks, but she didn't waste any more time as she crawled forward. When her ass was securely inside I grabbed the first couple of padlocks and secured her wrists and ankles to the sidebars of the cage. Picking up the back panel, I then reattached it to the metal clips. Perfect.

  "You look utterly edible like that, you know. I might have to get one for the bedroom. I could lock you up every time you misbehave."

  Jen rolled her eyes.

  "That's another one hundred spanks, young lady. Behave yourself. Speaking of those..." I pulled the back off her cage once more and delivered twenty perfectly positioned and quite firm spanks to her ass. It wasn't nearly red enough after them, so I administered another twenty amid much squawking and wailing. Only when I felt the proper hue had been attained did I reattach the bars.

  "You can't be the only one in the line who looks like her master's gone soft on her, can you?" I gave her a wink and walked off. I wouldn't go very far, but I wanted to watch her from a distance and make sure she was enjoying herself. Although I didn't think I had much to fear on that score, I also wanted a drink. A stiff, single malt would make me feel much more at ease, and then I'd go and find Dominic. I had a feeling this was going to be a very entertaining evening.

  Chapter Twelve - Jennifer

  As soon as Mark walked away my cage was hoisted up by some kind of mini forklift device. Seeing two large prongs come straight at me was not a pleasant experience, but thankfully they went underneath me and not right through me. I was then rattled and shaken for a good ten metres until we came to an abrupt halt in front of a large raised block which already had the name Kittykat inscribed on it in the form of a bronze plaque. Had I been that predictable or had Mark just been hopeful? I was almost offended.

  The forklift prongs then began to lift me upwards, and I felt very vulnerable, rocking about in my little cage. Were the appropriate health and safety protocols being adhered to? I certainly hoped so. We'd probably had enough scandal in the family for at least the next ten years, and falling off a pedestal dressed as a deranged kitten wasn't going to be a fun A&E experiment.

  Thankfully the guy on the end of the wheel seemed to know what he was doing. He got me up on the pedestal with little fuss, and before I knew what was happening he'd already driven me off and left me to my fate.

  After I'd been safely installed up high, the first thing I did was test my restraints. It was what any sensible girl would do. In times of emergency, you needed to know exactly what you had to play with. I had four very securely fastened wrists and ankles in leather cuffs that were going nowhere. Unless someone had a padlock key or a pair of cutters, I was stuck. Thanks to Mark, I also knew that the back of the cage could come off, allowing a lot more access to my body than I had previously figured. This could be a problem. Hang on, this was what I had signed up for. There would be lots of hands all over my body doing exciting, dangerous, wonderful things. Hopefully, they would also drive my husband crazy, which should mean that as soon as we got home, I'd get slammed up against the wall and fucked senseless. When Mark was driven wild by insane jealousy, sex was amazing. Scratch that, sex was always amazing - but let's say it was even better than usual, and that's saying something.

  I snapped out of my daydream fairly suddenly as I saw a flash of movement in front of me. Catching the glare of light upon shiny black plastic, a woman in a black catsuit loomed into view. Uh-oh. It looked like I had my first customer. Let's hope she was friendly.

  "Oh, darling. Come over here. This one's all dressed up in pink!" She clapped her hands excitedly, almost making me jump as she bent her head down to peer into my cage. It was a unique experience. I almost felt as if I were an exhibit at a zoo when her partner came round to stare down at me too.

  "She is adorable, isn't she? I wonder if she's up for hire?" My eyes darkened beneath their hungry, scrutinising eyes. I was not up for sale, and if Mark had put me up for sale he could wait until he was sixty before he got any babies.

  "We'll have to ask. I'd love a pet, even if it was only for a day. Can you imagine the fun we could have with her? I could brush her hair, take her out for walks, dress her up, and torment her senseless. Oh yes. I want this one. Can I have her?"

  I could see her partner, a handsome gentleman with short, wavy brown hair, rolling his eyes upward. He was clearly used to indulging her, but I think I saw some intelligence in those eyes too. At least, I hoped I did.

  "How about we look around all the exhibits first, just to make sure she's the one? We haven't even looked around half of them, darling." He tapped her on the shoulder and pointed her in the direction of the rest of the pets lined up.

  "Good idea," she squealed, "although I don't think I'll change my mind." She wandered off, skipping past me, but the man stayed for a while longer, eyeing me with unconcealed amusement.

  Finally, he bent down to talk to me. "Don't worry. She doesn't know you're Mark Matthews' wife, so you'll have to forgive her. My girlfriend doesn't have a hope in hell's chance of getting you for the day, but I'll let her dream for a while longer." His hand reached in the cage, and he gave me a soft pat on the head. "Though I can see why he's so taken with you. Matthews is one lucky bastard." With that, he was off.

  My heart rate had just about calmed before another pair of feet came into view. These shoes definitely belonged to a man, and as I looked up to spy a black suit, another one could be seen just behind him.

  "What's this one, Leonard? Another puppy?" A very proper and posh accent assaulted my ears. Did he have to shout? I might be mute, but I most certainly wasn't deaf.

  "No. This one is a kitten, dear." Ah, a gay couple. The second man's voice gave it away, being a little on the effeminate side. And a little derogatory, too. What was wrong with kittens? Then it clicked; they were probably mostly girls.

  "What's wrong with kittens?" his partner asked. Great minds thought alike.

  "Nothing. I just prefer cock."

  Don't we all, darling, I thought.

  "You can still have some fun with kittens. Look at this one - she's absolutely gorgeous." A hand came through the cage to finger the pink bow I was wearing upon my blonde curls. It reached down to tinkle the bell on my collar. "We could hire a puppy and a kitten, and watch them get up to naughtiness all da
y long."

  What was all this hiring business about? I wondered if Johanna was going to get hired out. I then wondered if I'd be jealous if she did.

  "How about we hire a puppy and a wolf?" Amber eyes peered into my cage as a pair of lips wrinkled in disgust. "Oh, she is too sweet for words. All this pink makes me nauseous." He waved his arms about as if there were a nasty stench in the room.

  "You are entirely too predictable. It's good to spice things up a bit." The fingers reached for a nipple to discover they had been tightly clamped.

  "Oh, God. You are simply too divine for words," the man cooed, rubbing his finger over my clamped teat repeatedly. I bleated through my gag and batted my eyelashes adoringly at him.

  "Don't get too attached. Matt says she's Matthews' wife. You've got more chance of shagging the Pope." The fingers I had so been enjoying were removed in a split second. "Jesus Christ, why didn't you tell me that before?" The pair moved swiftly on, while my blood boiled. Did I have leprosy or something? Was I now the most untouchable woman in the land? It appeared so. If I didn't get someone's fingers on me soon, I swear I was going to burst.

  Thankfully I didn't have to wait long before more revellers walked by. This time they came in their hoards, one after the other, and then several at once. One minute I was craving attention and in the next... I was overwhelmed by it all.

  Fingers were now all over me, petting and stroking, nipping and pinching, and sensation flooded my body as if a dam inside me had burst. This is what I had been longing for, but when it happened all at once it was almost too much to bear.

  "She's dead cute."

  "Isn't that Mark Matthews's wife?"

  "If this is the only chance I can get at sinking my fingers inside her, there's no way I'm not going to take it."

  "Is she wet?"

  "Can you make her come?"

  All this and more flitted past my eardrums at the speed of light. It didn't concern me in the slightest. My attention was firmly centred on my body and the mass of fingers crawling all over it.