Crazy Eight Kennels 03-CY

Cathy read the notes that Victoria had sent her and looked at the woman sitting in front of her, moving her head nervously about. Perhaps some of her nerves were caused by the fact that she had on a blindfold that obscured all vision and a pair of headphones that had the demo tape from Pam’s old band, Utter Darkness. On reflection, Cathy thought to herself she wasn't surprised the woman looked uncomfortable with that racket pounding through her brain.  

Turning to the other woman who had accompanied her, Cathy cleared her throat and signalled to Pam to turn on the camera.  

“So, SB, my understanding is that you are the dominant and CY is your submissive,” Cathy said, nodding her head to the sensory-deprived woman.  

“That is correct, she is my sister and she does whatever I wish for her to do.”  

Cathy could detect a faint West Country burr in the woman’s voice and smiled as she asked. “Please could you state for the record what you wish to happen to your sister while she is here?”  

SB smiled, not a nasty smile but a smile of superiority that radiated the fact that she controlled her sister’s destiny and loved it.  

“My sister is a slut and craves to be punished, something I have done over the years to sate her perverted desires. She enjoys sex quite rough, and I have used her all her holes thoroughly. The main disadvantage I have is that I don’t have a cock, so I am unable to fuck her with anything more than just toys. She hasn’t been fucked by a real cock since she was 15, and I think it’s time that changed.”  

Cathy had been involved in a D/s relationship a few years ago, but it wasn’t as rough or brutal as this seemed to be. She was determined to make sure that she established that CY was fully on board with her treatment and was a willing participant, even if she was to have no prior knowledge of what was going to happen.  

“Please go on,” Cathy said, smiling.  

“I wish for her to be used by a dog. The dog or dogs are to use all her holes. They are to show no mercy, although I don’t want them to tear her throat out.”  

Pam shuddered behind the camera as she knew how forceful Hannibal could get, but he had never bitten, well, not more than keeping his bitch in place.  

“We will need CY to confirm that she is in agreement.”  

“She is not to know before,” SB snapped.  

“We will just need her confirmation that she agreed to be bound by your decisions and instructions to us as her domme. We will, of course, play this to her afterwards should she feel we have acted incorrectly.” Cathy paused a moment before she added, “and she will need to give us a safe word.”  

This was a crucial point in the interview, and after a brief pause, SB said, “I don’t think a safe word will be necessary.”  

“Without that, I am not sure we can continue,” Cathy said firmly, then waited.  

After a few minutes, SB nodded, and Cathy moved to CY, removing the blindfold and earphones.  

“Are you okay?” Pam asked as the woman in the chair looked around, a little lost.  

“Her vision is quite poor, so she relies a lot on her hearing to orientate herself, especially in new surroundings,” said SB.  

“...and that has probably been ruined,” Cathy muttered quietly under her breath.  

“I heard that,” Pam laughed.  

Cathy looked at the woman with SB and consulted her notes before she spoke.   

“I understand you are to be referred to as CY for the duration of your stay?”  

The woman nodded in response as Cathy mentally appraised her while looking at her notes. The form told her that she was 31 years old, 32D-29-35.  A dress size 10, 5'8" tall and 10st 0lbs. She had brown eyes and long, highlighted auburn hair with olive skin, but Cathy wanted to try to capture what she was thinking, without, of course, giving away what was going to happen. Turning to SB, Cathy said, “I would like to conduct the next part of the interview with just the three of us in the room. I think you know Karen, and she can escort you to the viewing area.”  

CY started to look panicked when she realised that her mistress wouldn’t be in the room, but SB smiled, “You will be fine Sis, just enjoy whatever happens and know I will be just outside.”  

Karen took SB to the room next door, where there were refreshments and a large screen which allowed the occupants to see and hear everything that was going on in the studio.   

“How do you think she will react?” Karen asked as she watched Cathy calming CY.  

“She will cum like a train, she always does,” SB laughed, “I hope you have picked out a nice rough dog to use her.”  

Karen said nothing. They had discussed the scenario at the last group meeting and decided that Hannibal would be too much for CY for her first dog. The argument had been posed by some of the Crazy Eight that if the customer wanted rough, she should get what she wanted. The reality was that Rupert, although excitable and energetic, was more playful than he was aggressive, but being a ‘staffy,’ he looked the part. As Victoria had pointed out, from personal experience, the dog would make an excellent first lover for CY.   

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