Recently, I sold off my file storage software firm and was financially sitting pretty for the rest of my life. At thirty-six years old, I was still relatively young and had exactly what most women wanted. And literally, I could walk into the hottest nightclub in Vegas and walk out with whoever I wanted. You name it—celebrities, public figures, or the sexy girl next door. If I wanted it, I could have it.
But I had athing.
A dirty kink that was well outside the whips and chains type of thing. My thing was human “pet” play, and none of those celebrities or public figures who threw themselves at me could begin to understand mything. It was what made me tick and what aroused me beyond belief.
Mia was one of the most gorgeous women that I’d ever laid eyes on. I met her at a kink resort just outside the city limits. The Pound catered to the kinks and fetishes of human “pet” play. Mia loved to cuddle up at one’s feet and simply fall asleep. She also liked to get fucked like a dog in heat. I thought she was a sexy little pup, but she was even more beautiful in her natural form away from The Pound.
My eyes were glued to the opaque stockings that clung to her legs as she walked around the row of slot machines. Her gleeful stride and perky smile were exactly what the hotel industry wanted.Take the customers away from their troubles while they’re here.She'd told me this numerous times. Not only were the cocktail servers expected to be on perfect point with their uniform, but everything else from head to toe was required to be a certain way. Mia stayed in “serving character” until she reached the side of the service bar. Many cocktail servers would drop off their new drink orders here and collect the drinks for the prior orders.
Really, it was a form of playing fetch. Patrons who were certain their machine would hit soon would order free drinks. Mia was one of several ladies who would go fetch their cheap house wine, beer, or bottom-shelf whatever-they-wanted. If the servers had fulfilled the request and done as asked, their reward was a few coins. Hell, if they had done an amazing job and had been quick with the correct order, the cocksucker at the slot machine might even give them a dollar bill. As I’d watched Mia at work many times, sadly I witnessed very few patrons actually look up from the machine that fed their gambling addiction to greet her, say “please,” or “thank you,” and return a smile.
Of course their attitude improved dramatically when they were winning.
Daytime gamblers were the worst. They were the worst tippers, the rudest, the most oblivious to others around them, and the pickiest individuals in the place. They were so lost to the gambling addiction that the potential next big win was more important than another human. Mia was a tough woman, though. She let their shitty attitudes roll right off her back and left it all in the casino when she left work. The truth was, Mia really didn’t like the job. Though she adored the fetch part of it, serving cocktails during the day wasn’t a desired career. For the past month, I’d been hinting at her to quit.
We started having “playdates” at The Pound six months ago. We’d meet there and have an incredible weekend together. Three months ago was when I started inviting her to my home for our playdates. Since I had so much money that I didn’t even know what to do with it, I started to emulate some of the features that The Pound had. While The Pound was welcoming and fun, being able to play at home was more ideal to me. I wanted to truly settle into this kind of lifestyle permanently. Mia loved it. I loved it. There was no reason why we couldn’t do this permanently.
As she set her tray that was emblazoned with the hotel and casino logo on top of the lush marble counter of the service bar, I saw her glance at the clock on the wall. I tossed back the rest of the whiskey in my glass and decided to flag her down and see if I could make our arrangement more permanent.
From my pocket I pulled out the black velvet box that contained the ring. I set the ring box inside the empty glass and kept my head down as she approached with her tray full of drinks. I stretched my arm out toward her with the glass in my hand.
“Excuse me, miss?” I said, catching her attention.
Mia balanced the tray and wrapped her perfectly manicured fingers around the glass. Her nails had clear polish on them; that was all that was allowed. She began her hotel speech before she realized it was me.
“I’ll be happy to take the glass from you, sir. I hope you had a grand day here at …” Mia’s voice faded, and lines appeared on her forehead when she looked up at me. “Gabe, what a pleasant surprise. What are you doing here?” she asked with a smile and glanced around.
I was sure she was looking to see if any hotel managers were moving about the casino floor.Fuck them.They were minutes away from finding out that they were going to have to replace a cocktail server.
“I brought you something, my sweet girl,” I murmured, calling her the pet name I had given her.
Even with all the “show” makeup that was layered on, I could see her cheeks turn red. I began to stiffen at her reaction of being called my sweet girl in public. My hands itched to frame her face and scratch behind her ears.
“Go on, open it,” I instructed.
She retrieved the velvet box from the glass and opened it. Her eyes widened when she saw the diamond ring that was nestled between two white pillows.
“Gabe,” she whispered and looked up at me. I could tell she was wondering if it meant what she thought it meant.
“I want you to be my sweet girl for the rest of our lives. No more work. I want you to be my pet all the time,” I excitedly explained.
“All the time?”
“Yes. You love my house and the yard. I’d spoil you rotten,” I admitted with a laugh.
Mia looked around and smiled as an old man wearing plaid pants and a yellow sweater approached.
“Is that my coffee?” the old man asked.
“Yes, sir. I’m terribly sorry for the delay,” Mia apologized and handed the old man the white coffee mug with the hotel logo on it.
He took the coffee mug without a word and without leaving a tip. A smile would have been enough of a tip for Mia. She still smiled and wished him a grand day. She looked up at me, and I could tell she would love to say out loud what she really thought.
“Mia, aren’t you tired of this? Wouldn’t it be nice to not have to do this anymore?” I could tell she was considering what I was proposing.
“So it would be all the time? All the time you’d want me as a … dog?” She whispered the word “dog” so there wouldn’t be a chance of anyone hearing.
“Yes,” I replied honestly. It would do me no good to lie or mislead her. I knew what I wanted.
