Crazy Eight

16 - Link to Pam

The room was stunned into silence as Cathy finished talking. They all knew that Pam dabbled in D/s as she had tried to get each of them to come along to her ‘club’ for a wild night, but Cathy was totally unexpected.

“What about Rocky?” Sally asked quietly, and Cathy smiled sadly.

“For the next two years, everything was perfect with Rocky settling in and fucking me most days. Then one morning, I came downstairs and he was in his basket, hardly moving, just whimpering. The vet examined him and said there was nothing she could do for him as his cancer was too far progressed, and just like her, he was gone from my life.”

“Did you ever see her again?” Pam asked, her voice hoarse with emotion.

“No, she moved away…vanished,” Pam said wistfully.

“Don’t suppose you have her number?” Pam asked, unable to hide the hopefulness from her voice.

“Pam, it sounds like you are looking for a Mistress,” Cathy laughed.

“Hannibal is the only Master I need,” Pam responded quickly.

They had all seen Hannibal last year when they had all met at Pam’s before going out for the evening. He was a dark, brooding Doberman that Pam had kept locked in the small conservatory, saying he wasn’t good around strangers. The truth was that had she let Hannibal roam freely, he could have well decided to fuck her regardless of the fact that others were there, and she knew she would have let him.

“So Hannibal is your master…” said Karen.

“…and your lover?” added Sally, licking her lips as she remembered how powerful Hannibal had looked.

“It started by accident,” Pam said, “but yes, now I am his.”