The Pet Show (Open)

[LitShark]

Nothing ever escaped Vince’s notice. He often felt like a hawk sweeping over his surroundings, taking in everything from a unique perspective no other could comprehend. Audrey’s nervousness, Black’s lust, the weak male pet none escaped Vince’s bird’s eye perspective. Vince spotted the mistress and her ‘pet’ the moment they walked in the door, he chose to keep his eyes averted because the sight of a man thus subjugated made him wretch. Vince typically identified with other men he met and could generally put himself in their shoes, but this… puppy, who allowed himself to be adorned with things in his ass and chains across his nude body, Vince couldn’t imagine one allowing himself to be so weak, much less enjoy it.

The man was well trained though, of that there could be no doubt. Far better mannered than the beautiful Audrey, who hid behind her Master so callously when Vince had approached. Regardless of Vince’s disgust at the man’s subjugation, he would certainly be a force within the competition. Ordinarily Vince would allow Black to dominate male entrants, but the way she was eye fucking this rude Sir ‘Carl’ made him second guess her loyalty, perhaps she couldn’t be trusted around other men any longer.

Vince apprehended a lock of Black’s long red hair and yanked her toward himself. Sensing his aggression, White draped himself over Black’s shoulder and slithered around her neck, keeping her pinned close.

“I saw the Mistress on my own you tramp,” Vince hissed into her ear as White’s forked tongue hissed in her other ear. “If you don’t keep those eyes in your skull from now on you’ll be crawling around naked and bound just as he is you disloyal slut. Stay your tongue, you have disappointed me tonight.”

Vince knew he was harsh but jealously was not something he came by very naturally, but to him Black was more cherished than his other slaves, more than that he also thought of her as a friend, as close to a loved one as he could imagine anyone being. Seeing her looking at another with lust behind her smoky black eyes drove him near madness. It was hard for him to be as lenient as he was in this moment.

Releasing Black’s hair, Vince uncoiled White from around her and made his way over to the Mistress and her pet. Vince’s eyes were trained on the Mistress, almost challenging her as he approached.

 

[RotheAllure]

Surely He felt her tense at His words. True she found the Sir, Carl, attractive, and moreso, she found His voice enchanting, but she belonged to Vincent, and only Vincent. Her eyes immediately lowered. She had disappointed Him, she felt her heart sink at those words.

She knew better than to beg His forgivness, that would only aggravate Him, not something she wished to do. Her body language, her slight shudder would speak volumes to Him of how she felt, her shame at disappointing Him, her body, in that tremble, begging His forgiveness.

And, she was angry with herself. If one of His girls had done such, she would have quietly repremended them.

Black focused her gaze to Vincent's boots. She did not feel she had the right, after her shaming Him as she had, to even look up, no matter that normally she would be scanning the room for Him. She did a quick glance, not raising her eyes high, before returning to His boots. Easily He could have stripped and punished her before that other Master, Carl, He could have humiliated her, or worse......

The worse made her cold inside.....

He could offer her for sale, or gift her to another. Just the thought made her blood run cold. She loved Vincent, He was her Master, her Best Friend, her Lover, her Lord, her Life.

She dared not look up at the Mistress, altho Her pet was within her lowered gaze. She did not even meet his eyes. Silent, she listened to all that was going on around her, it was all she could do.

 

[cutelilsub]

Red looked over at Yellow who had finally settled down and stopped cleaning. She seemed to be just as sad as Red was...and for a similar reason. Always being the nurturer, Red went over to Yellow and curled up with her on the huge sill of the window and took in her wonderful lemony scent. She stroked Yellow's nice soft, clean hair and snuggled up close. Her sadness seemed to melt away as her hand brushed away the tendrils of hair that straggled across Yellow's sweet little face. Just the closeness of her sister, still warm from her bath, seemed to make Red feel better. Yes, they had been left behind, but they were left behind together...

 

[littlewaif]

Yellow looked up with big eyes. Sometimes she truly forgot how lucky she was. The seven of them were in a constant, gravitational orbit around Vincent to such a degree that sometimes it was hard to remember anything but HIM, but when he stopped... and looked around... there were the girls, there was Black, and Orange, and Purple, and Red. Rd... she always took such good care of Yellow, was so soothing to her nerves, as with everyone. Yellow flashed a sweet little grin before readjusting, like a cat, stretching, and curling closer to red. As she laid back down she curled her back away from Red, and curled in her thighs to rest under Red's head. She splayed her clean hair against Red's soft, flat little tummy, and gently licked it in affection and appreciation.

 

[LitShark]

“Ma’am, my Master wishes to welcome you to the competition and commend you of your exceptionally well mannered pet.” Blue uttered softly to the woman who had just registered, obviously assuming the role of Vincent’s voice since Black had earned his ire.

Blue dutifully bowed to kiss the woman’s hand. Black moved to do the same as she was taught but Vincent tugged on her collar sharply and pointed down at the Mistress’s shiny boots.

“Master Vincent is intrigued by your exceptional command over your pet.” Blue continued softly, glowing with pride at the right to speak for Vince. “If you’d desire so Ma’am Black would be glad to fetch you or your pet a drink.”

Vince’s piercing eyes burned into Black accusatorily for a moment as he whispered into Blue’s ears. Just then Green returned with a rack of chips for Vince, he simply motioned for her to fall back into her place and pay the Mistress proper respect.

 

[RotheAllure]

Black almost whimpered, but managed to keep silent as she lowered to her knees before the Mistress, letting her torso descend, her lips finding, and lightly brushing over Her boots. Black knew to kiss each before moving back and lifting to her feet. She kept her head down, eyes lowered. The fact that Vincent was allowing Blue to speak told Black just how angry He was with her. She felt her cheeks color with shame.

Of course she would fetch drinks for the Mistress and Her pet, and she did let her eyes focus for a moment on the collared male, before meeting the eyes of the Woman. She did not speak, but instead listened, to see of She indeed did wish a drink. Black no longer heard anything around her, with the exception of what she thought was Sir Carl's voice, perhaps speaking to His own pet, or to another Dominant, maybe Marc.

 

[Stegral]

Green

Dutifully returning with Master Vince's case Green bowed as she handed them to Vince.
Green bowed to the Mistress & Her male slave.
Unsure of proper ettiquette, Green attempted to sound proper as she spoke, bending down to her knees, eyes downcast.
"Hello Mistress, Thank you for you for coming to the pet show"
Raising back up to her feet Green quickly re-took her spot behind Vince, Black & Blue, offering her leash back to Master Vince.

 

[Stegral]

Mistress & Pet

Looking deep into the eyes of the one whom spoke to her.
"Yes thank you, triple Bailey's on ice for myself & a bowl of water for puppy Peter"
Taking in the dominance of this one in front of her Mistress Janella speaks directly to Him.
"Such a beautiful animal, A Luecistic Texas Ratsnake I do believe?"
Extending Her hand to the snake she prompts it to come to Her.
"Shall any of your other pets be competing or otherwise helping, I understand you have more than just the 3 here?"
Tugging on the leash Puppy Peter squats beside his Mistress watching this man so close to his owner.

 

[LitShark]

Vince began whispering into Blue's ear. Blue maintained eye contact with the beautiful mistress before her, knowing that even glancing away after her gaze had been captured would result in punishment. Blue bit her lip to supress a giggle a Vince finished commanding her.

Blue and Black had never gotten allong very well. Black had always thought that Blue was too free spirited and giddy to be a proper slave to her Master. In this moment though Blue was the favorite, and Black would be lucky to even be allowed to sleep in the same bed as Vince.

Still desperately surpressing her trademark giggle, Blue snapped her fingers in Black's face and pointed to the bar. Black seemed slightly startled as she had had her eyes downcast and was scarcely paying attention at the moment. Once Black had her orders she replied to the Mistress.

"No Ma'am, Master Vincent has already run his course through this competition, I myself won three years ago." Blue said, lifting her chin slightly only to be repremanded by Vince's stern gaze. "T-This year Mistress he is resigned to his role as Judge and is intrigued by your entry."

Blue had strayed from the script a bit and thereby lost her chance at assuming the role of interpreter beyond tonight. Vince's gaze scarcely left Black as she made her way to obey his order.

Vince actually flinched slightly as the mistress reached out to caress his most sacred pet White, but as the two were close enough to peers Vince allowed this. It was going to be a tough competition this year.

 

[TinyDuchess]

Audrey's eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment as she revelled in the feel of Carl's warm breath as it lingered against her skin. She felt a small ripple of pride course through her on hearing his words of thanks. When she opened her eyes again Master Vincent and his pets had moved away, choosing to greet his other guests. had she done something to upset him, she wondered. Perhaps she had been to quick to allow herself even the smallest sliver of pride in her actions. Perhaps she had not made as good an impression as she thought. If she had displeased Vincent, then surely Carl would be displeased by her as well.

She lifted her head to look at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of discontent. But there was nothing to be read from his expression, save for the look of longing in his eyes as he watched Master Vincent's pet, the one dressed in black, walk away. Audrey felt herself bristle with jealousy but quickly rid herself of so childish an emotion. Carl was her master and he adored her, his happiness mattered to her more than anything in the world. Should he desire to enjoy the flesh of another woman ever so often, she would never protest. Even as Carl's eyes followed the ebony clad beauty, Audrey allowed herself a lingering glance at Master Vincent. Though there was a quality to him which terrified her the was still some thing about him that made her curious. As she watched him, her mind wandered and she thought to herself, what would it be like to be taken be him? Her face flushed and she turned away quickly, feeling sickened by the guilt that coursed through her as a result of the thought. Since meeting Carl two years ago she had never wanted another man. That fact that she did now both frightened and intrigued her.

She snuggled closer to Carl's arm, grateful for the peace she felt in being near him. She only prayed her inner distress did not show on her face.

 

[Stegral]

"T-This year Mistress he is resigned to his role as Judge and is intrigued by your entry."
Vince actually flinched slightly as the mistress reached out to caress his most sacred pet White, but as the two were close enough to peers Vince allowed this. It was going to be a tough competition this year.

"Tsk, Tsk now Vince, You don't remember me do you? White does, see how he comes sniffing? I was his handler before you Vince, I am glad he had thrived in your care. I have watched you as a competitor for years now Vince, you have done very well with your pets"
Seeing Black arrive from the bar, glass in one hand & valiantly balancing a full bowl of water in the other. Taking the bowl from her thanks are given.
"There you go puppy, now drink up, we have socializing to do after this & before bedtime. Thank you for your service.....Black?"
feeling Puppy Peter crouch down beside her to drink from his bowl, Mistress Janella turns again to Master Vince.
"So is the compitetion going to be based on general terms or are there categories? The mailing was rather vauge."
Vince & Janella went back a ways, to a day when they clashed on training methods. White was her favourite animal of all & he was wagered, thinking she couldn't lose to bullying & degradation rather than cherising & tenderness. The "pet" she had trained had let her down severley when she succumed to Vince's charm & became distracted by his sheer presence. It is why now she will only train males...

 

[poohlive]

"So that is what you want," He whispered with a small smile on his face, nuzzling against his pet. He felt a weakness flush through her cheeks, his tongue coming out to taste just once.

He moved, with purpose, following the now emerging group of people around Vincent. Others had sensed the small gathering. Like minded masters and pets were moving together, talking of normal casual things. They were just people, after all. People who shared a wonderful fantasy of control.

His eyes were on no one but audrey though. The stare she had thrown out at Vincent just a moment ago. He saw that look, the same look which Vincent's own pets always shoot when they look on Vincent...

And oddly enough, the same look the one in black gave him. Soft and small, out of the corner of her eye, but it was there. Anyone who knew women and knew how to control them knew that look.

His own audrey was not as subtle as the one in black. One glance, up and down and then she moved away, pushing back behind the others. When he tried to see her again she did not even look in his own direction, only staring down at the floor. Her large doe eyes near filled with tears.

Still, when she passed him, drinks in hand, he let a single finger trail along her side, the soft sillowy curve, clothed in her perfect black dress. The touch had been small, simple, elegant, but it danced like electricity between them.

audrey had been watching with some starry openness at Vincent. A woman in lust, or love, craving something just out of reach. He wondered for a moment if he touched her under her dress once more, if a new surge of wetness would find his fingers.

"I've never seen you look at another man like that before. Is my pet thinking naughty thoughts? I want you to tell me what you were thinking... tell me the truth."

He watched her open her mouth, perhaps in fear to say what her body betrayed, or perhaps to disagree, but he grabbed her wrist, holding it tight, watching a small wordless cry rise to her lips.

He smiled, kissing those lips, bringing such soft sensations throughout her, "Say it loud enough so he can hear, so all can hear my pet. They want to hear what is on the mind of a naughty little pet like yourself. Tell them."

 

[LitShark]

Vincent felt something from behind him, it was a somewhat familiar feeling that made the hairs on the back of his neck bristle. Vincent was very used to being desired, and in this moment he felt the desire of another burning through his back. He turned his body slowly to see Audrey behind him. Her master Carl was whispering something to her and grasping her arm tightly. Vince’s hypnotic neon eyes drilled into Audrey as her face flushed with shame and shyness.

Though his back was now turned to the Mistress he was whispering to Blue again in response to her comments even with his attention now fully on the shy little slave behind him.

“Mistress, my Master thanks you for the excellent breeding and care you must have provided his lovely pet White prior to its time with Him. He is also glad that you have enjoyed his previous entries to this contest.” Blue blushed slightly at talking about herself in third person as “entry”. “There is but one category Ma’am for the contest, and one winner. Each pet will be judged on obedience, manners and loyalty to determine which has been best trained.”

Vince was now fully engrossed by the scene behind him with Audrey, just as White was engrossed by the Mistress on the other side of him. Between the two of them they were very much aware of the entire scene.

 

[slippedhalo]

Pet's Identity:

Nyssa (Formerly Kathryn Baker)

Age: 21
Long auburn red hair to waist, big expressive dark brown eyes,full lips, pale porcelian skin, c-cup breasts, small waist, round-firm ass, petite in body type at only five feet tall and a size six in clothing (when her master lets her wear any).

Was recently sold from one Master to another (brothers? associates? father to son?) She is now learning to adapt to her new Master's style of training.

*** ***

Nyssa waited on her leash. She and her new Master were slightly late for the beginning of the show. It was her own fault. She was still adapting to his style of training and Master Tristan was anything if not thorough. He would not let her out of the house until she proved that she would not be an embarrassment to him at their first public showing together. She looked up at him and hoped he was happy with her behavior so far. Her ass still stung from the punishment of the stick. Her wrists, marked slightly from the ropes she'd been strung up in all day. She waited, hopefully for a carrot as she sat at his feet once he'd taken a seat, like she'd been trained to do.

 

[Tuomas]

Tristan sat at a table near the bar, his hand idly playing with his pet's curls. She did have nice hair, and he really enjoyed it's feel on his fingers. Other than that, his latest acquisition was rather a handful. He had bought her off a friend of his just a couple of days ago, and he could see she had been badly trained. Not her own fault, of course, but she had a nasty habit of deciding things for her master that she shouldn't. Nothing that some good trainging couldn't cure, he thought with a chuckle, remembering how he had strung her up earlier. He hoped she wouldn't be an embarassment.

Shows him for bringing a new pet to the show; he couldn't be sure of her manners after just a few days of training, and certainly loyalty after a short time would be a rather tall order. She would just have to make up for it with obedience.

Not that he really cared about winning; he was just here for the fun of meeting other people and perhaps the general edification for his pet. And maybe he could learn something himself. He couldn't care less what other people thought of him -much less his pet. Still, he wouldn't exactly like it if his pet lost, either.

Las Vegas generally annoyed Tristan. Maybe he was more snarky than usual because of that. The Strip was like a gaudy temple to the stupidity of mankind.... hehe, now he liked Las Vegas. Stupid, silly, pretentious people; trying to impress eachother with how much money they waste.

Ah, well, time to go see the judge. That would be the guy dressed up as a peacock, he assumed. Seeing how he controlled his pets, and his masterful handling of his surroundings, Tristan kind of liked this Vincent guy. In fact, his main purpose for going to the show was to meet him and his colourful accoutrements.

"Nyssa," he said in his deep, gravely voice, "walk." He stood up and pulled on his pet's rope leash, leading her over to greet the judge.

 

[LitShark]

This year’s show was proving to be quite eventful. Out of the corner of his eye Vincent spotted a new pair headed his way. The pair were both obviously inexperienced, evident to Vince by the subtle fire that still lingered in the girl’s large chocolate eyes, not to mention the crude rope leash by which she was bound.

There was something else that Vince spotted in those large expressive eyes: opportunity. The girl looked much like Black did, only with lighter eyes and a fuller bust. As Vince’s mind continued to dwell on her one offensive sidelong glance an idea slowly crept in. If he were able to draw in this young slave who was approaching him at the moment he would perhaps be able to sell Black to Carl for top dollar. Buy low, sell high, better to get full value for her now than wait for her eye to stray farther and end up losing her outright and receiving no compensation.

As much as Vince loved his pets, they were also commodities to him. It was his skill in training them that made them the elite among all slaves, and it was a simple process for Vincent to break new girls in.

Vincent literally licked his lips as this new slave approached him, though his focus remained on the blushing Audrey who was obviously being reprimanded by her Master Carl.

 

[slippedhalo]

(To see Nyssa, click on the link in my sig.)

Nyssa walked slowly, carefully in the direction her Master indicated, letting him lead her. Her previous Master had sometimes let her decide on where she'd go...no longer was this an option. She was under much heavier handed rule...she liked to feel she was with a man who knew how to control her.

 

[Wyldfire]

The red full length stretch Limo pulled to the front of the hotel. The doorman and a pair of bell hops arrived to begin moving in the luggage. Mirriam really didn't care for the show scene much anymore but she had a pet that she felt more than confident and capable of showing to her best. She knew that this was going to cause a stir that she would come out of her self imposed exile from the show circuit. But truth be told she had left the curcuit because she had had a poor run with luck in pet material. But this time she knew she had a talent.

Sugar. Such a prize she was. Beautiful to look at and once the harsh part of the training was over she had responded very well to the lightest of touches now. Too many trainers these days believed that once you started hard with a pet you had to maintain that level of discipline. Mirriam's girl Sugar was going to show these fools, especially that blazing upstart judge, that the rod is only necessary in the beginning with a good pet.

Mirriam accepted the offered hand from the doorman as she got out of the Limo in her heels and dress. She knew the dress was a bit much for her arrival but damn it she could make as much of a show as anyone when she set her sights on it. After she was assisted out of the Limo came Daniel. Daniel wasn't a pet. But what he was was a very talented groomer. He was the one that dressed and made Sugar even more beautiful than she was naturally. Once the contest started people would be begging her for Sugar. She had no doubt that there would be many offers but none would be enough.

She turned and looked back into the Limo and held her hand out for her prize. Even in arrival Mirriam had made sure that Daniel had done a good job with Sugar. After all first appearances were everything.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Sugar slid out of the limo after her Mistress Mirriam, looking up in awe for a moment at the bright lights surrounding them. She had never seen anything like this before... But she knew better than to let her eyes wander for too long.

Resting a bare foot against the pavement, she clasped her hands before her, her fingertips brushing against the hem of the short black dress that clung to her body. She felt strange to be wearing the dress, but even more at the slight bit of makeup that David had put on her during the ride. Most often, he only groomed certain parts to her, parts that were 'the most concern', as he said. Her hair was in a loose bun at the top of her head, loose tendrils falling against the black collar about her neck, the lead trailing up to her owner's hand.

But to be all dressed up, led behind her beautifully dressed Mistress- She felt actually quite special. She knew she shouldn't be thinking that way; this event wasn't for her, it was for Mistress to show how well she had trained her. Her eyes were now focused to the ground, the lids half opened as she awaited her lady's command.

 

[TinyDuchess]

"So that is what you want." Audrey heard Carl say before he nuzzled his cheek againts hers.

He knew. Of course he knew, why had she thought he wouldn't guess her thoughts. Carl knew everything about her, her every movement, thought, and secret desire. Audrey knew that was the reason they were so well matched. When they had first met, it was his knowing so much more about her than she was willing to admit, even to herself, which attracted her to him so strongly. So it should come as no surprise to her, that even now he knew what she was thinking. She should have known better than to think the look she had given Vincent would go unnoticed by Carl. Whether he was occupied or not, he saw all and knew all, as any good master should.

She allowed herself to be led by him. Her gaze still transfixed by his, Audrey didnt realise he had led her closer to where Vincent stood.

"I've never seen you look at another man like that before. Is my pet thinking naughty thoughts? I want you to tell me what you were thinking... tell me the truth."

Though she opened her mouth to speak, Audrey hesitated. Ashamed of her thoughts, afraid of the consequences that would come of their utterance. It wasnt only fear of Carl's reaction to her thoughts, but also a fear of what may happen as a result of breathing life and power to those thoughts by making them words.

Frightened she tried to escape Carl's gaze, only to feel the tight grip of his hands clamped around her wrists. As her hands twisted in his grasp, his grip tightened painfully.

"Master, please..." she whispered tearfully, her eyes threatening to overflow.

She tried her hardest not to focus on the pain, though she did give a soundless cry. In her time with Carl she had learned that pain was fleeting and in the end it always led to pleasure. And pleasure with Carl was everlasting.

She shivered when his lips brushed against hers, soft yet filled with such passion. Inwardly she smiled, here was the pleasure she had known was not far behind his harsh actions.

"Say it loud enough so he can hear, so all can hear my pet. They want to hear what is on the mind of a naughty little pet like yourself. Tell them."

There they were again just at the tip of her tongue. Her thoughts, her desires, words that could be either of two things her salvation or her downfall. Her answer to this question could prove most crucial to her relationship with Carl. How would he react, would he be angry, amused or aroused by her wanting another man. The choice was hers, she could disobey him, say nothing and be punished. Or she could do as he requested, she could tell the truth, and risk all. The choice was hers, and in the end she chose to be loyal to her Master and his wishes.

"I... I was thinking of what it would be like to be..." she said softly her eyes downcast, pausing only for a moment to draw a shuddering breath. "to be taken by... by Master Vincent."

She awaited his reaction, then out of guilt quickly added "Please forgive me Master, it was only a thought, nothing more. You are my everything."

Her voice trembled and tears welled anew causing her hazel eyes to sparkle with sorrowful sincerity.

 

[Stegral]

Mistress Janella accepts her drink from Black, nodding.
Listening to Blue speaking for Vince she notes the time & states her leave.
"I shall see you at the competition, Vince, Right now I must see that my girls are prepared for the buffet they are about to serve."
Sipping her drink, she tugs on the leash slightly & puppy is up on all fours following her fluidly, never looking akward at all.
Entering the private socalizing room Mistress Janella looks at the 4 girls.
Each are naked, waxed totally clean, hair tied up in a tight bun, sitting on a tablecloth upon a table each.
Stopping just inside the door she pauses & drops the leash, prompting puppy to stop & sit. She goes over to each of the girls & inspects them, nodding in approval. Standing in the middle of them she speaks to them as they all listen intently, even puppy.
"Now girls, this is very serious. you will each assume a pose, laying on either back, front or side. The tables are in a horseshoe to ensure the best possible accessability to the morsels that will grace & adorn your bodies. You are each to lay differently & how you choose to position yourself will determine what food is presented on your body, choose your positions now."
different foods were then brought in & arranged on each girl.
The one on her side had sliced meats & cheeses draped over her with buns along her arms & bowls of spreads along her legs restricting her movement, another that had chosen to lay on her back was covered in fruits & whipped toppings, bowls of nuts & sprinkles nestled on her shins, forcing her to keep her legs shut tightly, the third one had laid on her stomach & this position was for the hot meats, fish & sushi again with dipping bowls placed on her calves to force her to stay very still, the fourth girl was right at the door & was adorned with plates leaned up against her body, bowls balanced nicely on her exposed side, forks trailing down her top leg, napkins across the lower leg, spoons across her top arm as she placed the other under her head
"very good girls. Now lets see if you can keep the poses you have chosen. Remember, no movement unless someone is severly out of bounds with you, but I will be watching, so be sure before you move. Make me proud girls, you will be rewarded, fail me & you WILL be punished... severly..."
Turning to puppy she extends her hand to him. He promptly picks up the leash in his teeth & presents it to his Mistress.
"Well done puppy, maybe you will be able to play with the good girls tonight if you stay this well behaved."
Taking the leash for puppy, Mistress Janella turns to the doors, puppy following close behind her. She opens the door & sees her other male slave standing just outside the door, exactly as instructed when the food came in.
"Very good, now all that come in MUST have a pet & be entered into the contest, understand?"
"Yes Mistress, I understand" is all he says.
Just then, right on cue, over the PA system the invitation is sent out.
Attention to pet show persons only, please make you way to & enjoy the buffet in the social room

 

[Wyldfire]

As the announcement came from the hotel PA system Mirriam gave instructions for the luggage to be taken to her room. She then led the way to the appropriate entrance. Looking up at the large man at the door she knew it was someone's pet. A large well trained male pet. She presented the man with her name and papers showing herself and Sugar as competitors. After the man held the door open for them they entered in a non standard fashion.

Mirriam entered the hall with Sugar at her side, the jeweled leash held very lightly and with plenty of slack in it.

"I suppose, Sugar that I should do the proper thing and greet the judges," she looked at her pet with the pure joy that working with Sugar brought her, "You do remember the appropriate greetings for this don't you darling?"

 

[Tuomas]

Tristan, being new to these things, wondered whether Vincent's obvious interest in his pet should be taken as a sign of disrespect. He was also not well-versed in this particular situation's etiquett, being is first time to a show. But, he made up for this shortcoming by not caring about it. Vincent was clearly a very intelligent man, and Tristan had read his site before arriving. A smile spread over Tristan's face as his mind immediately began calculating what the other might be thinking, particularly as his eyes lingered rather too long on Nyssa.

It was nice Nyssa was behaving, particularly now under scrutiny. First impressions are important.

Tristan reached Vincent just as the woman with the puppy walked away. "Good evening," he said, "I presume you are Vincent. My name is Tristan. It is a pleasure to meet you." He extended his hand to shake his interlocutor's.

 

[slippedhalo]

Nyssa looked up at the man who seemed to be checking her out. She then glanced over at Master Tristan wondering what exactly he was planning. She felt as if she were being scrutinized and judged but not in a way consistent with a pet show, no, this was something else entirely. She wasn't certain she liked it.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Sugar nodded, looking to her Mistress with a soft smile. "I know, Ma'am."
Following behind her, she gave a quick curious glance to the man that directed them, though was sure to keep her steps to match her lady's. The last thing she wanted to do was embarrass her Mistress here-!

Still, she did notice that she seemed to be given a few more... comforts.. than some of the others she had seen so far. They must have been naughty, she thought to herself with a frown. How terrible... Something so special to be at, and they were being bad. Sugar felt even more special for being allowed to wear her dress, even if there was nothing worn beneath it.

She gave a slightly surprised noise as she followed her lady into the banquet room, seeing the girls sprawled nude on the tables. Quickly, she lowered her eyes, realizing that the judges were most likely in the room as well. Time to be as good as she could possibly be.