The K9 Queen - Victoria’s Story

This is silly I told myself as I was getting ready, it’s only my mother, there’s no need to be nervous.

But I was a very different person when I last saw my mother, a lot had happened since then. It had been well over a year since my arrest but I hadn’t seen Mum since I graduated from Hospitality college, nearly three years ago. Most of the outward signs of change in me had happened since I was purchased by Mistress Agatha, but looking back it was when I started at Sarah’s house as a servant that things really changed. The beatings and the rapes by her father moulded me into a different version of myself, like a blacksmith hammering away at a piece of iron on an anvil. Mistress Agatha had taken that battered piece of iron and polished it up.

For dinner with Mum, I wore a black Chanel sleeveless dress with white polka dots. It had a bodice style on top and a 50s style A-line drop at the bottom with a thick maroon belt around the waist. I wore strappy heels on bare legs that showed off my perfectly manicured and painted toenails. I checked my watch, a gift from Mistress Agatha that she’d bought from Cartier this afternoon. It was a quarter to eight. I went out into the suite, wafting perfume behind me as I walked, Mistress was standing near the door.

“Oh, sorry, were you waiting for me?”

“No, it’s fine, you’re mother is on her way up.”

“Here to the suite? I thought we were having dinner?”

“We are, I just thought we could meet here first, maybe have a cocktail?”

“That sounds nice,” I said as the bell to the suite rang.

Mistress opened the door and my mother came through, she caught my eye and smiled, but as Mistress was right there by the door she greeted her first. She looked good, she is slightly shorter and rounder in the hips than me but with the same red hair and green eyes. She looked a lot younger than her forty-eight years and beautiful as ever. She was well-groomed and looked elegant in her black cocktail dress, she always had a knack for dressing well. ‘You’ve got to be able to scrub up well if you want the big gigs’ she would tell me when I was a working girl.

With the pleasantries all done in greeting Mistress, she came striding over to me, we flung our arms around each other and hugged tightly. When we broke from our long embrace she looked at me, studying me the way mothers do.     

“You look beautiful sweet pea, I’ve missed you,” she said, swallowing hard as her eyes started to well up.

My mother is made of stern stuff, I could count on one hand the times I’d seen her cry. Her rare show of uncontrolled emotion got me going too.

“Oh mum, stop, you’ll have me crying, you’ll ruin my make-up!”

She laughed, “I’ll try, but no promises.”

Mistress Agatha ordered up cocktails and the three of us chatted, it was small talk that started awkwardly and eased into something more natural as we neared the bottom of our glasses and went for dinner.

After we’d given the waiter our order I took a deep breath and brought up the subject that had been on my mind and the cause of the constant butterflies in my tummy.

“So, mum, have you er, have you seen my series online?”

“Of course! I’m so proud of you.”

I can tell when my mother is lying and this wasn’t one of those times. For the second time this evening I was in serious danger of crying.

“You’re proud of me?”

“I’d be proud of anything you did, but after what you’ve been through, you know, being set up like that when you did nothing wrong, well, you deserve all the success you’re getting. Everyone thinks so.”

“Everyone?”

“Uh-huh. Not just the girls in the house, I mean everyone, like the whole British public. Well, most of them anyway. We all knew Sarah was driving that day and that you should have walked free. We feared for you and for weeks nobody knew what had happened to you, then I got your letter, I was so relieved, you’ve no idea how wonderful it was to know you were okay. It felt like justice when we saw the films of Sarah getting her comeuppance as your pet while you fell in love with Max. The public loved it, myself included. Serves her right.”

Poor Sarah. She’d made some bad choices, but it was out of utter desperation that she threw me under the bus. Deep down I knew she was a good person, much of her bad character was down to her father’s influence. Now she was free of him and the world they lived in she was a different woman. But this was not the time or the place for that conversation.

“I was worried what you’d think of me.”

“What, for a fucking a dog? I’ve done that a few times in the past, and a lot more besides. I meant what I said, I’m proud of you.”

“I never knew you’d done it with a dog!”

“It was a client request, and he paid handsomely. I can’t say I liked it but it wasn’t to bad I suppose. I can completely understand how a girl could enjoy it though. So many women have come out as liking dog sex. You know you’ve started a thing, right?”

“A thing?”

“There’s a movement now that’s spreading across the world, women everywhere are swearing off men and getting dog paw tattoos, just like you and Sarah. The clip of you having your tattoo went viral.”

“You’re kidding me?”

“No, of course I’m not. I’m just surprised you’ve not heard about it.”

 “We’re kind of isolated on the island and I’ve been concentrating on my work. I had no idea.”

“Well you’d better prepare yourself then, you’re famous now girl, you’ve started a movement, you’re an icon.”

“Stop it Mother, I’m sure it’s not that big of a thing.”

“Do you know what they call you?”

“I can only imagine the things they call me.”

“They call you the K9 Queen. There’s a lot of love out there for you, you’re very popular.”

“Oh mother, I’m sure you’re exaggerating.”

“She’s telling you the truth Victoria,” said Mistress.

Then my mother said, “The price of dogs has gone through the roof, especially golden retrievers. Women are now being open about enjoying doggy sex. There’s even a woman who married her dog live online, it was a proper ceremony and everything. You’ve done for dog sex what Fifty Shades did for BDSM.”

“Fifty Shades was crap.”

“True, but it normalised S&M.”

“See, I told you Victoria, you’re famous, people love you and Max,” Said Mistress, who was smiling happily at my Mother and me.

“How are things at the house?” I said, both from genuine interest and a need to change the subject so I could digest what my mother had told me.

“I could hardly believe it when I found out Mistress Agatha had bought the place, let alone installed me as the Madam,” she turned to Mistress and said, “Thank you, for all you’ve done for my daughter and me. You don’t know what it means to know she is safe and happy and that my own future is secure too. I owe you a debt I fear I’ll never be able to pay.”

“Oh stop that,” Mistress said, smiling, “You’ll pay me each month, and on time please.”

Mother laughed, “Of course. And don’t worry, I know how to get the best from the girls, you’ll see.”

“I never doubted it,” said Mistress

“Are the girls happy with you being the madam?” I asked.

“Very happy. The atmosphere is better already. Hey, why don’t you come down and say hello? They’d love to meet my famous daughter.”

“Oh I’d love to, but I’m not sure if we’ve got time, I need to get back to the island.”

“We concluded most of our business today, at least the things I needed you for,” said Mistress, “I’ve just got a lot of mundane meetings tomorrow. You can take the day for yourself if you like?”

“In that case, I’d love to come and see the girls,” I said to my mother.

The rest of the evening was lovely, I felt at ease knowing my mother didn’t feel ashamed of my new career. Mistress seemed to like her too and they happily discussed their plans for the brothel. Mother wanted to do a major remodelling of the house, which would be costly, but it would open it up to a more high-class clientele. Mistress agreed but said she would need to see some sustainable profits for a few months before she would make a major investment. Mother was happy, she knew as well as I did that she could turn a good profit from the place.

The next day I took two of the guards with me to the brothel to see the girls. I dressed casually in tight blue jeans and a white silk sleeveless top and tall black heels. I got there early, at nine-thirty before the house opened for business so as not to disturb their working day. As soon as I walked through the door the girls all mobbed me! I got hugs and kisses and screeches of joy. I spent a full twenty minutes having selfies with them and a few even asked me for an autograph!

Mother showed me around, not much had changed since my time there and I had familiar, pleasant memories come flooding back to me. It may be a whore house but it was my home, I grew up here among these women. They say it takes a village to raise a child, well I didn’t have a village, I had twenty doting mothers, each one kind and caring in their own unique way. And each one ready to morph into a she-wolf to protect me.

“Who’s got my old room?” I asked Mother when we got to the small bedroom at the end of the hall where I had entertained many a client.

“I have,” said a small voice hidden among the throng of girls who’d followed us around the house.

“Katie?” I said.

She nodded sheepishly, but there was a smile hidden under her flushed cheeks.

“I hardly recognised you!” She looked very good, she was in a plain tracksuit and had no make-up on but was clean and well-groomed, and looked almost happy. It was a far cry from the naked crying girl I saw yesterday.

“How are you?”

“I’m okay, thank you.”

“She’ll be fine,” said Mother, ruffling the girl’s hair. “She’s a little nervous, she’s got her first client tonight.”

“Oh you’ll be fine, there’s nothing to it. And you’ve got the best room in the house.”

“Thank you, Miss Victoria, I er...I mean it, really, thank you. Your mum and everyone here are so nice. I think I’ll be okay now.”

“Come ‘ere,” I said and hugged her. “Mum will look after you, so will all the girls, won’t you?” I said looking at them.

“YES!” they all said in a loud chorus with smiles and kind eyes.

As we continued our little tour Mother said, “You did well sending her to me. She’s a shy creature, I think some other place may have been the end of her. I’ll see to it that she’s well looked after.”

“Thank you, Mum, I knew you’d take her under your wing.”

I spent a very happy hour with the girls and mum, drinking enough tea to sink a battleship and laughing so hard my face hurt at all the anecdotes they came out with. It’s funny but I missed the place, I realised then that I’d been too quick to get out of there and into what I thought was going to be a better life. The girls may be whores, but they were happy ones, and I was never happy being a servant in a big house.

Mum and I got some time alone with each other, we chatted and swapped stories and drank lots more tea. But eventually, I had to go, if I stayed any longer I’d be tempted to stay forever and that would be me thinking with my heart, not my head. I gave Mum my number and promised I’d be back soon and then we had a tearful goodbye.

~~~~~~~~~~

I spent the rest of the morning shopping, not for myself, I had everything I needed on the island, I was buying gifts. This is when the notion of my being famous actually became real to me. Until now, my trip to London had been very organised, I’d been driven from one place to another and not mixed with the public. The girls at the brothel had fawned over me but I presumed their interest was born of my mother being their madam. Clearly, I was wrong. We went to Bond Street, where the designer stores and boutiques are located. Less than a minute after me and two guards had set off walking down the street two girls came up to me.

“Excuse me, are you Victoria, you know, the famous one?”

They were both young, pretty and seemed friendly but sensing a threat one of the guards stood between us.

“It’s okay,” I said, moving him aside, then turned to the girl, “If you mean the doggy girl from the island, then yes, that’s me,” I said, trying to hide my nerves.

“Oh my god! I can’t believe it’s you!”

The girl was so excited she was visibly shaking. I just smiled at her and waited to see what she wanted. What she did blew my mind.

“We’re your biggest fans! Oh my god, I can’t believe…here look…” she said, pulling up the hem of her dress and turning her back to me.

Sure enough, on her pert little bum, just near her waste line was a doggy paw tattoo identical to mine. Then her friend, who was wearing black leggings, pulled them down and revealed her tattoo as well. I know my mother had said girls were getting these tattoos but it hadn’t sunk in until now.

“We’ve sworn off men and everything, just like you and Sarah. Oh my god…are Sarah and Max here too?” She said, looking around.

“No, Sarah and Max are back on the island. I’ve just popped into London for a few days on business.”

“Could we, I mean, if it’s okay, could we have a photo with you?” she said, holding her phone out.

Both girls were still displaying their tattoos and talking to me over their shoulders, so I thought why not join them?

“Yes, of course, wait there, I’ll get mine out too.”

By the look on their faces, you’d have thought I’d given them a million dollars. I handed the girl's phone to one of the guards to take the picture, unbuttoned my jeans and lowered them just enough to show my tattoo. I stood between the girls and the rather unimpressed guard took a few snaps of us. The girls screamed in delight when they looked at it on their phones. Then she showed me a picture of a lovely-looking Staffordshire Bull Terrier.

“That’s my husband, Rascal, he’s super horny. Look…” she said and swiped across to show me a photo of her being mounted by the dog.

"Wow, he’s a handsome fellow, you’re a lucky girl,” I said, meaning every word.

“You could come to my house if you like and have a go with him?”

“I’d love to but I’m on a tight schedule, I’m buying pressies for Max and Sarah. It was nice meeting you though.”

No sooner had I waved the girls off than a few more who’d been watching came over and asked for yet more photos and autographs, including another girl with a doggy paw tattoo. It was a good half an hour before I could tear myself away and get into a shop, which was Prada. When the staff recognised me they closed the store and stopped my little throng of fans following me inside. I have to say that as exciting as the experience of meeting my fans for the first time was, it was all rather overwhelming. These days I’ve gotten used to it but back then it was quite hard to adjust to.

I got Max a new collar from Prada, it was black leather with gold trim and a solid gold identity tag, he’d look very handsome in it I thought. Sarah was more difficult to buy for. When I got back she was going to be elevated from being my pet to having full guest rights, just as I had been enjoying. Given that she was about to have a shit load of luxury dumped on her in one go a gift from me needed to be thoughtful rather than extravagant. And I had the perfect thing for her, a French phrase book (bear with me, it’ll make sense later).

I got mobbed by fans again outside Fortnum & Mason, where I’d gone to buy the girls in my mother's brothel a hamper each, I knew they’d love that. I did a bit more shopping but I kept getting stopped by fans, the novelty soon wore off and it became tiring and gave me a sort of claustrophobic feeling. So I went back to the Hotel and spent the rest of the day trying to relax while figuring out how the hell I was going to live up to Mistress’s expectations of me, and of course, the expectations of my fans, who had now convinced me that my fame was very real indeed.

The following morning Mistress and I set off to reverse our route back to the island. On the way to the airport, she was on the phone most of the time, it was something about a problem in her Spanish brothel.

Finally putting the phone down she sighed and said, “Slight change of plan, we’ll be dropping me off in Madrid, you’ll carry on to the island.”

“Go back without you?”

“It’s a bit in at the deep end I know but I’ll be on the phone if you need me. You can start by understanding that from now on you answer only to me, everyone else, including Olivia, Sarah and Karl will do your bidding. The island is yours to run. I’ll be back in a few days, a week at most.”

“Gosh, okay, looks like I’m in charge then. Erm, who’s Karl?”

“The head of security on the island, a good man, discreet and loyal.”

“Which one is he?”

She laughed, “he’ll be the one who meets you on the helipad. First thing, as soon as you set foot on the island, get a report from Karl, then ask him to call a meeting with his team. Karl knows you’re in charge now but if it were me I’d make sure his team heard it from you personally. Be nice, be yourself, but leave them in no doubt as to who’s running things now.”

“Got it.”

“You’ll have your hands full when you get back. You’ve got four new girls to break in and you need to manage Sarah into her new role. While we’re on that subject, any ideas on what you’ll do with the new series yet?”

“Actually, yes. But first, how does the filming work? I’ve never seen a crew or editors or whatever on the island.”

“I’ve got a team based in Paris, they do it all remotely from there, not just for the Island but all my filming projects. The hidden cameras and audio on the island are more than good enough for our needs.”

“I see. Would it not be a good idea for me to liaise with them so they know when and where to focus when I’m doing a scene?”

“By all means, if that’s the way you want to go, then it’s up to you. But the raw, fly-on-the-wall style we use works well so think it over. Either way, I’ll send you the number for the guy who runs the place in Paris.”

“Hmmm,” I mused.

“What?”

“I’ve never seen the series, I suppose I should watch it and see what all the fuss is about.”

“I think you should definitely do that.”

“And what about shooting scenes off the island, is that possible?”

“Maybe. It depends on what you have in mind.”

“Well, Sarah and I are supposed to be old friends who meet by chance, and then we build the series from there, right?”

“Correct.”

“We can’t very well meet by chance on the island that is supposed to be my home. But I was thinking, it would be in character for us to bump into each other somewhere like the French Riviera, or Monaco perhaps.”

“Monaco isn’t a good idea, they’ve not come around to the idea of dog sex yet, but France would work well, you’re popular there. Okay, go ahead and organise it with Karl but don’t leave until I get back, I want to be on the island if you’re not going to be there. Speaking of which, you’re free to come and go as you please now.”

“What, you mean, off the island?”

“Uh-huh. You can pop over to London to see your mother or for some Tapas on the mainland, maybe do a little shopping in Paris if you like. Just give me plenty of notice if you’re away for more than a few days so I can be there to keep an eye on things.”

“Gosh, come and go as I please? That’s going to take some getting used to.”

“You need to enjoy the fruits of labour Victoria, otherwise what's the point?”

“True, okay, I’ll try and remember to have a little fun.”

“Good on you,” she said smiling at me. “Now, what else was there oh yes, I remember now, Karl’s got you a secure office with CCTV access and off-island comms with internet access. All behind a locked door and strictly for your eyes only of course. When you’re off the island you can monitor the CCTV and audio remotely. Questions?”

“None, I think you’ve covered everything.”

“Good, and remember, act like you own the place and they’ll treat you like you do.”

~~~~~~~~~~

When we were leaving London I was tempted to dress in casual comfy clothes, I was glad now that I took the time to dress up. My short red mini skirt and jacket were the perfect attire for the occasion, it was very business-like power dressing. 

As expected, Karl was on the helipad to greet me. I was surprised though, I thought he would be one of the big guys, but he was a slim, medium-height man with almost forgettable looks and a calm demeanour. Mistress told me he was ex-SAS, which I’d never have guessed in a million years.

“Miss Victoria, welcome home.”

“Thank you. Have you got a report for me?”

“Yes Miss, no issues in your absence, all staff and guests accounted for. The new dogs arrived, Olivia is here with them. And the four new girls have arrived too.”

“Are the girls conscious?”

“No miss, standard procedure is to keep them heavily sedated until told otherwise.”

“How long will it take to wake them?”

“An hour or so.”

“Okay, wake them straight after the meeting.”

“What meeting?”

“I want to see your team straight away.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Don’t worry, I just want to introduce myself.”

“Oh, they know who you are Miss.”

“Not yet they don’t, but they will soon enough.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Given how Mistress told me to speak to Karl’s security team straight away and let them know I was running things now, I thought it was because they would resist my new appointment or be patronising or something. But they were nothing of the sort. For twenty minutes they listened to me prattle on and only asked a handful of very relevant questions. Indeed, they were quite supportive. I should have realised they’d be highly professional though, Mistress had hired the best and paid them well to protect the island.

With that out of the way, I went straight to find Max and Sarah, who were sitting on the veranda waiting for us. As soon as I saw Max he came running up to me, barking like mad and jumping up with his tail wagging so hard it was likely to fall off.

“WOOF, WOOF, WOOF,”

“Max, my baby!”

I knelt down and gave him a big hug and lots of kisses, bless him, he was so excited.

“He’s missed you,” said Sarah, “we both have.”

I got up and hugged Sarah. She was wearing her usual working attire, which was her pink dog collar with her name on it, her dog ears and her pink butt plug dog tail.

“Thank you for looking after him.”

“We had fun, and yes, he mounted me whenever he liked,” she said, bending down to ruffle his head, “the horny little devil made very good use of me while his mummy was away. He really did miss you though, he slept on your pillow while you were gone.”

“I’ve missed you too Max, and don’t worry, you can have some fun time with mummy very soon,” then I looked at Sarah, “but right now we’ve got work to do, come on, there’s a lot I need to tell you.”

I picked up a house phone and called Karl, “Yes, Miss Victoria,” he said.

“Is Sarah’s room ready?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Good. Are the girls awake yet?”

“They’ve just been given the drug to wake them, they’ll be conscious in the next few minutes.”

“Good. Feed and water them, then bring them to the study. Make sure you have a few of your boys on hand too.”

“Yes, Miss Victoria.”

Sarah looked bemused, “Who was that?”

“Karl, the head of security.”

“Erm…Okay.”

I smiled at her, “A lot has happened.”

“I can see that.”

“Don’t worry, all will be revealed, but first, I’ve got some good news for you.”

If she was curious about my talk of other girls with Karl she never said anything to me. We made our way to Sarah’s new room, which was just down the hall from mine, when we arrived I opened the door and beckoned her in.

“Welcome to your new bedroom.”

“My….I don’t understand?” she said, looking about.

Her room was almost a carbon copy of mine, the same spacious layout with a sumptuous en-suite bathroom and a large walk-in wardrobe. It had the same white and silver basic colour scheme but whereas mine had been accessorised with touches of red to add colour, Sarah’s had little splashes of green here and there. She walked about in silence, inspecting the room, touching things and peeking in cupboards.

Then she frowned at me, “What’s going on?”

“I told you, this is your new room. You’ve now got full guest rights, just as I had.”

“How come I’ve got guest rights? And why did you use the past tense, what’s happened to your guest rights?”

“Mistress is pleased with you, and to a point she now trusts you. The series we’ve been making is coming to an end, instead, we’re now going to start work on a new series. I will play the same role as I have with Max as my husband. I meet an old school friend, that’s you, who by coincidence has a dog who’s also her reincarnated husband. You come to live here on the island with me and we have lots of fun. We also become lovers.”

She sat on the end of the bed, her face was a picture of confusion and joy.

“I…I don’t know what to say. I’ve got so many questions.”

“Ask away.”

“Erm, so when do we start?”

“Now.”

“Okay. And what dog will I get, is it Scoop?”

“No, not scoop,” I picked up the phone and dialled the maid I’d arranged to be on hand, “Let him in.”

Jake, the black Labrador we’d chosen for Sarah came bounding into the room in a tail-wagging flurry of excitement. Max was not in the slightest bit interested in him, he stayed loyally by my side.

“Oh Vic, he’s gorgeous!” she said, kneeling to play with him.

“His name is Jake, he’s all yours.”

Sarah broke down and started crying, then got up and hugged me tightly.

“Thank you so much, I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything, you deserve this, you’ve paid your dues.”

“I won’t let you down, you’ll see, Jake and I will be just as in love as you and Max are.”

“In that case, you’ll be very happy indeed. Try to remember, you and I are lovers now too, so start thinking that way. I know, I know, I’m not a lesbian either but we can make this work, can’t we?”

By way of an answer she wiped the tears from her cheek, smiled sweetly then kissed me passionately. It was very nice, I even felt a tingle between my legs.

“Yes, we can make this work,” she said with a broad smile.

“There’s much more we need to talk about. But for now, make friends with Jake, maybe see if he’ll mount you. Effectively, you’re in the same situation I was with Max. Jake is two years old and never mounted a dog or human. You’ll need to spend a lot of time training him, I’ve left you the training book I used and some dog treats too. Olivia is here as well, she’ll be happy to help you, I’d take her advice if I were you, she knows her stuff.”

“I will, if Mistress says it’s okay then I’ll go down to see Olivia later today.”

“You’ve got guest rights now, you don’t need Mistress’s permission, just go where you want and do whatever you need to do, okay?”

“Okay,” she said, smiling.

“Right, I’m going to leave you and Jake alone for a while. But I need you to meet me in Mistress’s study in one hour, dressed to the nines please.”

“Sure, no problem. That’s not enough time to get him to mount me now, I’ll just play with him for a bit then get ready to meet you. Erm, can I ask what we’re doing?”

“It’s a long story, I’ll explain when I see you.”

I left Sarah to bond with Jake and then went to the secure room that Karl had organised for me. It was essentially a large office dominated by a big desk and a comfy black leather office chair. There was a computer and also a big screen with the CCTV of the island on it. There were hundreds of cameras all organised into different sections, bedrooms, corridors, island west, island east etc. It was pretty easy to operate.

I looked at Sarah’s room, she’d ditched her collar, ears and tail and was playing with Jake on the bed. They were rolling about play play-fighting and having a tug of war with a dog toy. My heart sang at the sight, I was so pleased for her.

Next, I looked at the rooms with the women we’d bought from London. They were in two rooms, the blonde and one of the brunettes were in one room, the other brunette and the redhead were in another. They’d finished eating and were sitting naked on the beds, chatting. I listened to them for a while as they talked, mostly it was about why they thought they were here and what they’d be asked to do. They seemed to think that they’d be used in a brothel of some kind and had all but accepted that fate, at least that’s what they were saying. But the brunette and the blonde talked about what possibility there was for escape. They reasoned they’d bide their time and settle in, perhaps it wouldn’t be too bad they thought. Then make a break for it when the time was right.

Hmm, I’d need to put any notions of escape out of their minds straight away, just as Mistress had with me and Sarah.

As desperate as I was to fuck Max, I had work to do, so I decided to get everything I needed done and then spend some quality time with Max, Sarah and Jake later this evening. I familiarised myself with the CCTV for quite a while and discovered there was something of a voyeur in me. I enjoyed watching Sarah get washed and fussing over what to wear.

I also discovered that the guards had free use of the maids. A couple of them had taken maids to their rooms and were fucking them, it seemed respectful and transactional to me. But I made a point to check with Karl that was the case though, I didn’t want the maids being abused, but I strongly suspected that Mistress had organised this arrangement to keep the guards happy. I sent Mistress an email to let her know I‘d arrived safely and that everything was in order and proceeding as planned. I saw on the CCTV that Karl had brought the four women to the cell with the glass window, they were silent and looked scared. Good, that suited me well.

I made my way down to the study, where Karl had left two guards by the door. He arrived at the same time as me.

“Karl, I’ll take them up to the tower roof, just as Mistress did with me, then back to the study.”

“Yes, Miss Victoria,” he said and we made our way to the cell.

I checked myself quickly, my red business suit looked good for the role I was playing now, and just like Mistress, I’d swept my hair back into a tight ponytail. I took a deep breath, donned a stern face and said, “Okay, open the door.”

I walked into the cell and the four women backed away towards the far corner.

“Come with me,” I said and walked out of the room, not bothering to see if they were behind me, I knew they’d do as they were told, for now at least.

I led them to the tower rooftop and let them absorb their first view of their new home. The looks on their faces were much as Sarah's and mine must have been, which was something like, ‘Oh fuck, there’s no getting out of here’.

Then I tried to do my best impression of Mistress Agatha, “The mainland is over one hundred and forty miles away. Put any ideas of escape out of your mind,” I said, staring at the blonde and then the brunette who had been talking about such things in their room. I tried to remember the words Mistress had used when I was up here in what seemed like a lifetime ago.

“The island is in international waters. No one can save you here. I can put a bullet in your brain and not break a single law. Follow me."

I led them back to the study and found Sarah waiting outside with Jake, I’d left Max in the study too, he was super pleased to see me, tail wagging and sniffing under my skirt. Sarah looked stunning, she wore a simple but elegant flowery summer dress and sandals, her blonde hair hung loose and waved about as she turned her head to see me leading the women down the hall. When I saw her I gave her a kiss full on the lips that gave the four women no doubt as to Sarah’s relationship with me, which was my lover of course.

“Sarah, darling, you look radiant.”

“Thank you,” she said, turning to the four women, “Interesting,” was all she said as she looked them up and down. Then she smiled and squealed loudly, “They’ve got doggy tattoos!”

“Yup, they’re marked, just like we are,” I said, and Sarah looked a little confused.

In hindsight, I should have prepared Sarah for this but we were here now.

“I’ve just shown them the view from the roof,” I said.

“Then they’ll know they’re not going anywhere,” Sarah replied.

“Indeed,” I said, “will you stay with me while I speak to them?”

She looked them up and down, then calmly said, “Yes, why not, the sun lounger can wait, this could be interesting.”

Sarah was playing her role well.

“Ladies, line up here,” I said, having them stand in front of the desk, the two guards and Karl stood menacingly behind them.

Sarah looked quite worried for a moment, this was Mistress's study and I’d just sat behind the desk. To her credit, she said nothing and just stood beside me. Max and Jake were interested in the women and sniffing at them, nosing between their legs and at their bums. The brunette who was in the room with the blonde gently pushed Max away from her cunt, which pissed me off, if he wanted to sniff at her he could. But I said nothing about it, yet.

“This island belongs to Mistress Agatha, as do you now. You may call me Miss Victoria, I run the island. This is Miss Sarah, my friend and lover.”

So far, so good, they were all motionless and listening intently.

“You may not know it, but you four are the lucky ones. Trust me, your life here will be far more comfortable than that of the others we purchased.”

The brunette who roomed with the blonde rolled her eyes. And she’d now pushed Max away from her a second time. She was not exactly endearing herself to me.

“Does anyone know who I am?”

The redhead nodded.

“Have you seen my work?”

“Yes, Miss Victoria.”

“Anyone else?”

The other brunette put her hand up.

“Speak,” I said.

“I’ve not seen your work, but I’ve heard of you from Maggie,” she said, nodding to the redhead.

“So you two understand what you’ll be doing here then?”

Maggie put her hand up, “I’m guessing we’ll be working with dogs?”

“You guessed correctly.”

The blonde put her hand up, and when I nodded to her she spoke, “Er, when are you say working with dogs, do you mean, like, sex with them and stuff?”

“That’s exactly what I mean.”

“Oh,” she said, her face dropping. Then her roomie pushed Max away again, rather to forcefully.

I got out from behind the desk and walked up to her.

“This is Max, if he wants to sniff at you then he can. If he wants to fuck you, he can, if he wants to piss on your beautiful little face, he can. Do you understand?”

“Over my fucking dead body.”

“So be it,” I said and looked at Karl, “take this one away, and her blonde friend as well.”

Karl never spoke, his two guards manhandled them both out of the study but the blonde protested, “I didn’t do anything, please, I don’t want to die…”

“Wait,” I said, and the two guards held them still near the door. “Is that what you think blondie? That we’re going to kill you? No, we’re not going to kill you, not yet anyway. You cost a pretty penny and we intend to make good on that investment. I’d prefer it if you cooperated but you’ll be useful either way.”

“Yes, I’ll cooperate, please, I will.”

“Are you sure?”

“YES! I’m sure, please…”

“Very well, Karl, leave her here,” I turned to the other two, “Am  going to have any trouble from you two?”

They both shook their heads.

“Good.”

Karl took the brunette away and the blonde stood back in line.

“Sarah, my darling, we need a pet each. I’ll let you choose first.”

She smiled, “Oh goody! A pet for me and Jake to play with! Er, gosh, which one shall I pick I wonder?”

“I know you’re partial to a redhead.”

“Very true, and she is rather cute, what was your name, Maggie was it?”

“Yes, Miss Sarah.”

“If I chose you for my pet, will you be well-behaved?”

“Yes, Miss Sarah.”

“She seems very biddable, I think she’s a good choice,” I said.

“Then I’ll have her,” Sarah said with a smile.

“Good, then I’ll take the blonde.”

“What of the other two?”

“I think they’ll make excellent servants, we can have one each.”

“Oh, I like the sound of that!” Said Sarah.

“Good, we can share this one until the other is broken in. Speaking of which…”

I pulled the curtain back and revealed the one-way glass window. Sarah swallowed hard when she saw the brunette in there but she kept her nerve. The brunette in the cell was shivering despite the room being quite warm. The same three big, dark-grey wolf hounds that had been set on Sarah when she was being defiant were let in the room to do their work once more. The brunette backed away into the corner, tears forming in her eyes. She jumped when they barked and growled at her, then she cried hard. Our three new women looked on in horror as the hounds bit and scratched at her, nipping her with their teeth and pushing her to the ground.

“They won’t kill her, we have other dogs for that. Snuff movies are not really my thing but they’ll make enough money to cover your purchase price if it comes to that. These hounds won’t stop until she lets them fuck her, one way or another they’ll be inside her soon enough.”

The woman looked terrified as the hounds badgered and bit her until she eventually fell on all fours. I’m not sure if she meant to but either way, it was opportunity enough for the dogs who were quickly on her. Straight away one of them was inside her with such force she yelled out in pain.

“I’ll leave her there until the dogs have had their fun. This will be her life until she learns some respect. I take it you three understand the lesson here?”

They all nodded furiously.

“Good. Your cooperation has earned you a good meal and some rest, tomorrow you start work.”

Then I pressed a button and the guard took them away. As soon as they were gone Sarah ran across the room and pulled the curtain shut.

“I can’t watch that,” she said.

“I’m sorry Sarah, but you needed to be here for this.”

“I know, but still, I can’t watch. Erm, so, are you the Mistress now?” she said, quickly changing the subject.

“Sort of, come on, let’s go somewhere more comfortable and I’ll explain what happened in London. Oh, I nearly forgot, here, I got you something.”

I handed her the French phrase book and she looked at me confused.

“You’ll need that. As a treat, I’ve organised for us to go on a sort of working holiday to France.”

Sarah was dumbfounded, “Okay, I really need to know what the hell happened in London.”