After Fabian had finished fucking Annette she looked a bit of a mess! Her hair was ruffled out of place, her lipstick was smeared beyond the contours of her lips and well, her pretty thighs were spotted with the thick, glutinous, the very seed rich spunk of her sexual master. Fabian had shown her what it was like to be properly fucked. He had rammed relentlessly up into her until she thought that she might pass out from the vigorous exertion. His cock goodness, oh goodness, it was by turn majestic, brutal, animal, a thing possessed! She remembered trying to be a little coy, trying to insist on a slower pace of love making, but once he had his fingers up her, once he had his black thumb teasing back and forth across her swelling clitoris, she'd needed to fuck. She had needed to have his black mamba like prick up her, pumping in his gift seed, without sheath, without preamble, taking her in the way that she had sometimes fantasised that a black guy might. So what had started with a demure slowly, please slowly, became a passionate and greedy locking of mouths. Claire watched them on screen, Fabian banging Annette against the way, grinding into her. She heard Annette begging him to ejaculate up her. The, then when the coupling was done, the camera operator had zoomed in sharply onto her semen smeared groin, the pulled and stretched lips of her sex. The camera shot caught Fabian's handsome dick pulling out of her, glistening and wet with the secretions from her cunt. On the screen you could see her skin shivering, her thigh muscles still clenching involuntarily from the delicious conquest.
'Tidy yourself up' said Fabian once he had enjoyed her.
Annette nodded dumbly and attended to her makeup, brushing her hair with a comb from her Prada handbag. She took some wet wipes from the bag and went to clean his spunk from off her stockings, but Fabian's hand stopped her. No, the smears of his semen, the gloopy residue of their coupling was to remain in place. She was marked as taken. Others from the reception group would be in a similar state. Smelling of conquest and sex, smelling of casual change in the social mores to those that they had been raised by. Going with the black man, the trainers, the masters, the alphas was a casual occurrence on Brownsea Island. The beautiful young white alpha females would be fucked four or five, more times a day on the island. They would be getting a great deal of superior cock, learning to go to the black man when he beckoned, to fuck around within the new developed interracial group. The black guys, they keep themselves clean, they clinic checked every third day, I was imperative stuff to do. They never used a sheath and the bitches, they had eventually to be passed onto a black alpha who would own them and any cuck in tow. So a lot of sex meant well organised, attentive, animal, lustful but checked out sex. No one got onto the island without the greatest possible clinic scrutiny.
'Shall we go and see how your husband is doing in the vineyard?' Claire suggested as she breezed into the room. 'Fabian, you should come too. Hold Annette's hand. She's still a little shaky I think.'
Claire led the way through the walled garden where other white males in fatigues were doing gardening work. When she passed, they bowed their heads, looking down to the ground as though something moving there fascinated them. Annette walked behind Claire, hand in hand with Fabian and stared at the effect that Claire had.
'Other serfs work indoors, ' Claire said, as if anticipating Annette's questions, 'there will be a male servant for your quarters. They wear little black dresses some of them, even a little makeup. Some of the serfs have been profiled as sissies, so don't be alarmed. They have been trained to do everything that you demand Annette. I think yours is called Kylie. It would be very sweet if you had him lick you out now that Fabian has fucked you.'
Claire wondered whether Annette could actually do that. Have a stranger bend his knee and lick her fucked sex? Probably not, not yet. But it was important that she was acquainted with the etiquette of it all. It was important that she understood that other men, not her husband, might be assigned to lick her cunt for her. The man she once called David, would wait a good while before he was brought to her sex, to lick and sniff appreciative of how she had been serviced. They proceeded past the line of trained pear trees and through a archway to the gently sloping field that would be the vineyard. it commanded a lovely vista over Poole Harbour, the mainland was there to see in the distance. Around and above the large field was a stole like surround of oak trees, protecting the future crop from the colder winds.
'Please don't talk to your husband Annette, he has begun his instruction and we need to tenderise him just a little before we reintroduce him to you' Claire said, her eyes narrowing and fixing Annette's. Her trainee nodded. The poor girl still seemed lost in the pace of it all, the reception party, the beating, the fucking, the living arrangements that Claire had started to explain. They walked down the gentle incline where more fatigue dressed men bowed their heads as they passed and reached Tanya, the vineyard mistress who stood above David as he did his best to uproot brambles.
Claire smiled. 'How is the new boy doing?' she asked the ever watchful Tanya.
'He's got sore hands, you didn't send him to us with garden gloves I'm afraid' Tanya answered with a smile in return.
Claire looked down. Yes, David's hands were a mass of scratches. His finger nails were grubby and his trousers, the nice pressed chinos that he had arrived in were a mess as well. Annette looked down, aghast. David looked as though he had laboured out in the sun for hours on end, instead of the couple that had passed since their arrival. His face was sweating and there was a tear on the sleeve of his shirt where the brambles had fought back. She felt suddenly embarrassed holding Fabian's hand, fucking with him whilst David had been made to slave out on the scrubland. She started to ease her hand from Fabian's but with the barest of movements, he locked her hand in his. She glanced at him, understood in an instant then. This wasn't meant to be a check on David's welfare was it? It was meant to humiliate him. He had resisted. He had objected to Fabian kissing her and that was not allowed. She returned the warm touch of Fabian's hand, moving her fingers appreciatively against his. David had to learn. Looking downward she watched as her husband noticed the little patches of drying spunk on her stocking covered legs. There was a ladder in one stocking where Fabian's nails had caught as he took her roughly. Her husband's face fell, like a avalanche of snow it fell suddenly. Knowing that she had already fucked with Fabian crippled him. She watched him suck in a breath, pause, composing himself and then start to pull at the briar roots again. Her husband whispered not a word, he said nothing. But she guessed why. Serfs were taught only to respond when spoken to. Fabian was insistent with his look then. He wanted to know that her husband was properly beaten. He moved his lips to hers, their eyes met, locked and he tenderly kissed her, she responding slowly, languidly to his kiss. I shouldn't do this, I can't do this! she thought. But she could. She must. She knew that it was destined to be and so she kissed tenderly with her handsome host.
'Have you had to beat him?' Claire asked Tanya.
'No...he seems really rather contrite' came the response.
Claire moved her boot close to the bent low husband's head. She waited momentarily and he kissed it without training. Claire glanced at Annette. She gave her the 'you see' look. The demonstration of control seemed to embolden Annette. It was as if the world had a different ruler to gauge things here. She looked eagerly at Fabian, her eyes begging for a kiss. She had never been fucked like that before! Never! he chuckled and gave the kiss that the bitch was begging for.
'Why don't you take Annette and show her some of the grounds, before taking her to mistresses accommodation Fabian' said Claire. She watched as they departed the field, without a backward glance, hand in hand like boyfriend and girlfriend. All those promises in that church, well, that wasn't like this was it? It wasn't something that worked with natural instincts.
'I think we should have a little talk cuck' Claire said to the prostrated David. She beckoned one of the black minders from the field to accompany them and then set off before her new charge, walking silkily, confidently up the incline. They went to her office, one with large windows looking out over the educational complex. From here she could see much of the western side of the the Island of Intimacy. The minder led David to the side of her desk and roughly pushed him down onto his knees there. The husband groaned as he landed there, his back aching from the labours of the day. There was dust on her boots from the walk in the field, so she held them up in turn and noted with satisfaction that the new cuck licked without having to be instructed.
'Fabian fucked her. A lot of handsome black men are going to fuck her, here on the island' Claire told him crisply.
The beaten man nodded and licked boot some more.
'She begged him to' Claire added, her eyes narrowing.
The boot licker glanced up to her. He didn't believe that. Not Annette.
She smiled. Of course. He couldn't believe it, just yet could he. Sometimes training had a particular piquancy, a little frisson of excitement. She clicked the remote control on her desk and the screen beside them came to life, flooding the room with the images of Fabian ravishing Annette. True, the opening moments showed his wife trying to be a little demure, to slow things a mite, but once Fabian's hand was working her, working her grinding, writhing cunt. Then Annette's arms snaked around the athletic guys neck and her kisses became eager. Her eyes widened, her pretty little nostrils flared and she accepted that she must fuck with him. Her instinct brain commanded it. How freely and enthusiastically she unzipped Fabian's fly and pulled that beast cock into view. Claire watched David's eyes widen. it looked fucking huge didn't it? Well, what could she say? Really, what could she say. The lust became coupling and the coupling became gasping and moaning, Annette learning to take a proper length. They heard together the gasping and the pleading, Annette's voice higher pitched now as she became desperate, a contrast to Fabian's animal grunts. 'Please....oh God....please Fabian!' There! Did David hear? Claire said that she could rerun that bit if needs be? The husband shook his head and choked back a tear. Claire waggled her boot, presenting the heel to him. He licked again.
'This is what happens here David,' Claire explained watching him clean below, 'beautiful young and intelligent women get fucked by handsome alpha black men over and over and over. Fabian won't be the last. Annette will learn to fuck with any black alpha who shows interest in her. She will learn to stand, to pose, to look in a way that begs for black cock.'
Claire presented her other boot to the beaten male and his tongue worked the leather.
'She will learn to fuck hard and to judge David. She will judge whatever you managed and it will seem pathetic. Annette is a beautiful, fertile, intelligent white woman and she will learn to only ever couple with stud black males.'
Claire paused, checking to see whether the hapless David understood that. No more cock. No more marital relationships. He wasn't good enough. Her look, it said so much.
'Yes!' growled the kneeling man. The minder moved, his fists clenching. Claire shook her head at their attendant.
'Yes mistress' she corrected.
She watched David's face crease. It creased with the pain of a blood line, the lost cause of his loins.
'Yes mistress' he answered obediently.
'Annette will fuck around with select black guys, from our alumni and then one day, you know, she will hook up with one permanently and he will become your master'. Claire's voice, it lanced him then, as if he had been stuck like a boar in the forest. He winced.
'Yes.....mistress' her guest answered, shaking his head with pain.
There was a spot of muck on the sole of her right boot. The bloody geese came up from the water and sometimes made a mess. She pointed to the spot and waited. She saw the man's face crease again, his face registering revulsion. Still, he licked as directed.
'For the first weeks here on the island, you will be kept apart from your mistress, she has a lot of sex to enjoy and you have obedience to discover. But I'm not forcing you to stay. You can leave David' she said firmly.
He glared at her. This was a fucking ruse. This was a fucking trick!
'Honestly, we can have a launch take you over to Poole now, but you won't be allowed back. Your mistress will be annoyed, we train that too. May be, when she has finished her time here, may be she will go and live somewhere else, where you are superfluous to requirements?'
'Please.....no!' He begged her then, begged to be allowed to stay. He begged to be allowed to do his training. The minder listened, passive, accustomed to the little tableaux acted out once again.
'But you will just be her cuck, her serf David. She will probably never use your name again, never want to kiss you let alone fuck with you. You might even have to compete to be her pussy wipe. Our bitch females sometimes take on several serfs.'
The words struck him again. They pierced him. They ran him through so that he shook there, down on his knees.
'The training destroys husband, it destroys wife, there is only mistress and serf' Claire warned. The words terrified him, she knew it.
'Disdain, disgust, you will simply be a servant, a utility, something to be commanded and used. We teach women to be bitches, to use their power. They don't only submit to stud black males David, they learn how to despise men like you.'
The words wrecked him and he shook as the tears welled up into his eyes and tumbled down his cheeks. Claire paused, waiting for the pain to descend deep inside him, into the pit of his stomach, into the marrow of his bones, into every crevice of his imagination. It had to hurt. it had to hurt and humiliate a great deal. This was his destiny. She angled her left boot now, for his attention once again. His lips came to leather once more.
'But you know something David, you know something sweetie? Service is such a fine thing. Watching your mistress dress for master? Watching her date with such passionate and able black men, her lovely body moving against theirs! It is a privilege, but often times, when you are fully compliant, when you are completely moulded, master will let you watch him fuck mistress.'
The boot licker shook like he had been hit by a taser. His shoulders shook as he sobbed.
'Do you want that? To have some sort of menial role, rather than to be put back ashore in Poole?' She drew his face up from the boot and scrutinised him. He blinked back the tears.
'Well?'
David swallowed hard.
'Please...I need to stay' he whispered.
'Why is that David....can you explain?' she wondered. Her voice was so soft and considerate now.
'Because.....because Annette is too good for me! Because I've always thought she was too classy for me.' he blurted.
'Mistress is too good for me' Claire instructed. It really was too impertinent to use her name.
'Because mistress is too good for me' he conceded with a sob.
Claire nodded slowly, 'Yes.....she is, isn't she? I've heard recordings of her oboe music. I've seen the videos of her at those parties. You just stared at her didn't you?'
'Yes' he answered, through clenched teeth.
'She shouldn't have married you....really. You could only worship her....not partner her?'
'Yes', he almost spat the words out.
Claire presented the boot calf leather sections for him to lick. How she remembered that with Thomas her serf. It had been licking those that had led to him learning lick her bottom out for her. So neat, so sweet, so clean.
'I think we'll have Joseph take you to your dormitory, and have you clean up before they serve you all some supper David. He'll lock your cock up for you in a cage, just to stop you masturbating. That will be alright won't it?' she asked lightly.
The minder moved forward ready to have charge of him once again. David glanced at the bitch who had interrogated him. He sensed it, such looks wouldn't be allowed in the future, not those sort. She returned his gaze, bowing him down with her steady eyes.
'Yes Mistress' he answered at last.
'That's good isn't it. Off you go then', she said, waving him away.
[Yep, reasonably pleased with the developing scenario. This certainly moves things along from Claire's own opening , bitchhood discoveries in 'The Intimacy of Three' (Amazon print and down load). I'll start sketching out the plot this summer.]
'Tidy yourself up' said Fabian once he had enjoyed her.
Annette nodded dumbly and attended to her makeup, brushing her hair with a comb from her Prada handbag. She took some wet wipes from the bag and went to clean his spunk from off her stockings, but Fabian's hand stopped her. No, the smears of his semen, the gloopy residue of their coupling was to remain in place. She was marked as taken. Others from the reception group would be in a similar state. Smelling of conquest and sex, smelling of casual change in the social mores to those that they had been raised by. Going with the black man, the trainers, the masters, the alphas was a casual occurrence on Brownsea Island. The beautiful young white alpha females would be fucked four or five, more times a day on the island. They would be getting a great deal of superior cock, learning to go to the black man when he beckoned, to fuck around within the new developed interracial group. The black guys, they keep themselves clean, they clinic checked every third day, I was imperative stuff to do. They never used a sheath and the bitches, they had eventually to be passed onto a black alpha who would own them and any cuck in tow. So a lot of sex meant well organised, attentive, animal, lustful but checked out sex. No one got onto the island without the greatest possible clinic scrutiny.
'Shall we go and see how your husband is doing in the vineyard?' Claire suggested as she breezed into the room. 'Fabian, you should come too. Hold Annette's hand. She's still a little shaky I think.'
Claire led the way through the walled garden where other white males in fatigues were doing gardening work. When she passed, they bowed their heads, looking down to the ground as though something moving there fascinated them. Annette walked behind Claire, hand in hand with Fabian and stared at the effect that Claire had.
'Other serfs work indoors, ' Claire said, as if anticipating Annette's questions, 'there will be a male servant for your quarters. They wear little black dresses some of them, even a little makeup. Some of the serfs have been profiled as sissies, so don't be alarmed. They have been trained to do everything that you demand Annette. I think yours is called Kylie. It would be very sweet if you had him lick you out now that Fabian has fucked you.'
Claire wondered whether Annette could actually do that. Have a stranger bend his knee and lick her fucked sex? Probably not, not yet. But it was important that she was acquainted with the etiquette of it all. It was important that she understood that other men, not her husband, might be assigned to lick her cunt for her. The man she once called David, would wait a good while before he was brought to her sex, to lick and sniff appreciative of how she had been serviced. They proceeded past the line of trained pear trees and through a archway to the gently sloping field that would be the vineyard. it commanded a lovely vista over Poole Harbour, the mainland was there to see in the distance. Around and above the large field was a stole like surround of oak trees, protecting the future crop from the colder winds.
'Please don't talk to your husband Annette, he has begun his instruction and we need to tenderise him just a little before we reintroduce him to you' Claire said, her eyes narrowing and fixing Annette's. Her trainee nodded. The poor girl still seemed lost in the pace of it all, the reception party, the beating, the fucking, the living arrangements that Claire had started to explain. They walked down the gentle incline where more fatigue dressed men bowed their heads as they passed and reached Tanya, the vineyard mistress who stood above David as he did his best to uproot brambles.
Claire smiled. 'How is the new boy doing?' she asked the ever watchful Tanya.
'He's got sore hands, you didn't send him to us with garden gloves I'm afraid' Tanya answered with a smile in return.
Claire looked down. Yes, David's hands were a mass of scratches. His finger nails were grubby and his trousers, the nice pressed chinos that he had arrived in were a mess as well. Annette looked down, aghast. David looked as though he had laboured out in the sun for hours on end, instead of the couple that had passed since their arrival. His face was sweating and there was a tear on the sleeve of his shirt where the brambles had fought back. She felt suddenly embarrassed holding Fabian's hand, fucking with him whilst David had been made to slave out on the scrubland. She started to ease her hand from Fabian's but with the barest of movements, he locked her hand in his. She glanced at him, understood in an instant then. This wasn't meant to be a check on David's welfare was it? It was meant to humiliate him. He had resisted. He had objected to Fabian kissing her and that was not allowed. She returned the warm touch of Fabian's hand, moving her fingers appreciatively against his. David had to learn. Looking downward she watched as her husband noticed the little patches of drying spunk on her stocking covered legs. There was a ladder in one stocking where Fabian's nails had caught as he took her roughly. Her husband's face fell, like a avalanche of snow it fell suddenly. Knowing that she had already fucked with Fabian crippled him. She watched him suck in a breath, pause, composing himself and then start to pull at the briar roots again. Her husband whispered not a word, he said nothing. But she guessed why. Serfs were taught only to respond when spoken to. Fabian was insistent with his look then. He wanted to know that her husband was properly beaten. He moved his lips to hers, their eyes met, locked and he tenderly kissed her, she responding slowly, languidly to his kiss. I shouldn't do this, I can't do this! she thought. But she could. She must. She knew that it was destined to be and so she kissed tenderly with her handsome host.
'Have you had to beat him?' Claire asked Tanya.
'No...he seems really rather contrite' came the response.
Claire moved her boot close to the bent low husband's head. She waited momentarily and he kissed it without training. Claire glanced at Annette. She gave her the 'you see' look. The demonstration of control seemed to embolden Annette. It was as if the world had a different ruler to gauge things here. She looked eagerly at Fabian, her eyes begging for a kiss. She had never been fucked like that before! Never! he chuckled and gave the kiss that the bitch was begging for.
'Why don't you take Annette and show her some of the grounds, before taking her to mistresses accommodation Fabian' said Claire. She watched as they departed the field, without a backward glance, hand in hand like boyfriend and girlfriend. All those promises in that church, well, that wasn't like this was it? It wasn't something that worked with natural instincts.
'I think we should have a little talk cuck' Claire said to the prostrated David. She beckoned one of the black minders from the field to accompany them and then set off before her new charge, walking silkily, confidently up the incline. They went to her office, one with large windows looking out over the educational complex. From here she could see much of the western side of the the Island of Intimacy. The minder led David to the side of her desk and roughly pushed him down onto his knees there. The husband groaned as he landed there, his back aching from the labours of the day. There was dust on her boots from the walk in the field, so she held them up in turn and noted with satisfaction that the new cuck licked without having to be instructed.
'Fabian fucked her. A lot of handsome black men are going to fuck her, here on the island' Claire told him crisply.
The beaten man nodded and licked boot some more.
'She begged him to' Claire added, her eyes narrowing.
The boot licker glanced up to her. He didn't believe that. Not Annette.
She smiled. Of course. He couldn't believe it, just yet could he. Sometimes training had a particular piquancy, a little frisson of excitement. She clicked the remote control on her desk and the screen beside them came to life, flooding the room with the images of Fabian ravishing Annette. True, the opening moments showed his wife trying to be a little demure, to slow things a mite, but once Fabian's hand was working her, working her grinding, writhing cunt. Then Annette's arms snaked around the athletic guys neck and her kisses became eager. Her eyes widened, her pretty little nostrils flared and she accepted that she must fuck with him. Her instinct brain commanded it. How freely and enthusiastically she unzipped Fabian's fly and pulled that beast cock into view. Claire watched David's eyes widen. it looked fucking huge didn't it? Well, what could she say? Really, what could she say. The lust became coupling and the coupling became gasping and moaning, Annette learning to take a proper length. They heard together the gasping and the pleading, Annette's voice higher pitched now as she became desperate, a contrast to Fabian's animal grunts. 'Please....oh God....please Fabian!' There! Did David hear? Claire said that she could rerun that bit if needs be? The husband shook his head and choked back a tear. Claire waggled her boot, presenting the heel to him. He licked again.
'This is what happens here David,' Claire explained watching him clean below, 'beautiful young and intelligent women get fucked by handsome alpha black men over and over and over. Fabian won't be the last. Annette will learn to fuck with any black alpha who shows interest in her. She will learn to stand, to pose, to look in a way that begs for black cock.'
Claire presented her other boot to the beaten male and his tongue worked the leather.
'She will learn to fuck hard and to judge David. She will judge whatever you managed and it will seem pathetic. Annette is a beautiful, fertile, intelligent white woman and she will learn to only ever couple with stud black males.'
Claire paused, checking to see whether the hapless David understood that. No more cock. No more marital relationships. He wasn't good enough. Her look, it said so much.
'Yes!' growled the kneeling man. The minder moved, his fists clenching. Claire shook her head at their attendant.
'Yes mistress' she corrected.
She watched David's face crease. It creased with the pain of a blood line, the lost cause of his loins.
'Yes mistress' he answered obediently.
'Annette will fuck around with select black guys, from our alumni and then one day, you know, she will hook up with one permanently and he will become your master'. Claire's voice, it lanced him then, as if he had been stuck like a boar in the forest. He winced.
'Yes.....mistress' her guest answered, shaking his head with pain.
There was a spot of muck on the sole of her right boot. The bloody geese came up from the water and sometimes made a mess. She pointed to the spot and waited. She saw the man's face crease again, his face registering revulsion. Still, he licked as directed.
'For the first weeks here on the island, you will be kept apart from your mistress, she has a lot of sex to enjoy and you have obedience to discover. But I'm not forcing you to stay. You can leave David' she said firmly.
He glared at her. This was a fucking ruse. This was a fucking trick!
'Honestly, we can have a launch take you over to Poole now, but you won't be allowed back. Your mistress will be annoyed, we train that too. May be, when she has finished her time here, may be she will go and live somewhere else, where you are superfluous to requirements?'
'Please.....no!' He begged her then, begged to be allowed to stay. He begged to be allowed to do his training. The minder listened, passive, accustomed to the little tableaux acted out once again.
'But you will just be her cuck, her serf David. She will probably never use your name again, never want to kiss you let alone fuck with you. You might even have to compete to be her pussy wipe. Our bitch females sometimes take on several serfs.'
The words struck him again. They pierced him. They ran him through so that he shook there, down on his knees.
'The training destroys husband, it destroys wife, there is only mistress and serf' Claire warned. The words terrified him, she knew it.
'Disdain, disgust, you will simply be a servant, a utility, something to be commanded and used. We teach women to be bitches, to use their power. They don't only submit to stud black males David, they learn how to despise men like you.'
The words wrecked him and he shook as the tears welled up into his eyes and tumbled down his cheeks. Claire paused, waiting for the pain to descend deep inside him, into the pit of his stomach, into the marrow of his bones, into every crevice of his imagination. It had to hurt. it had to hurt and humiliate a great deal. This was his destiny. She angled her left boot now, for his attention once again. His lips came to leather once more.
'But you know something David, you know something sweetie? Service is such a fine thing. Watching your mistress dress for master? Watching her date with such passionate and able black men, her lovely body moving against theirs! It is a privilege, but often times, when you are fully compliant, when you are completely moulded, master will let you watch him fuck mistress.'
The boot licker shook like he had been hit by a taser. His shoulders shook as he sobbed.
'Do you want that? To have some sort of menial role, rather than to be put back ashore in Poole?' She drew his face up from the boot and scrutinised him. He blinked back the tears.
'Well?'
David swallowed hard.
'Please...I need to stay' he whispered.
'Why is that David....can you explain?' she wondered. Her voice was so soft and considerate now.
'Because.....because Annette is too good for me! Because I've always thought she was too classy for me.' he blurted.
'Mistress is too good for me' Claire instructed. It really was too impertinent to use her name.
'Because mistress is too good for me' he conceded with a sob.
Claire nodded slowly, 'Yes.....she is, isn't she? I've heard recordings of her oboe music. I've seen the videos of her at those parties. You just stared at her didn't you?'
'Yes' he answered, through clenched teeth.
'She shouldn't have married you....really. You could only worship her....not partner her?'
'Yes', he almost spat the words out.
Claire presented the boot calf leather sections for him to lick. How she remembered that with Thomas her serf. It had been licking those that had led to him learning lick her bottom out for her. So neat, so sweet, so clean.
'I think we'll have Joseph take you to your dormitory, and have you clean up before they serve you all some supper David. He'll lock your cock up for you in a cage, just to stop you masturbating. That will be alright won't it?' she asked lightly.
The minder moved forward ready to have charge of him once again. David glanced at the bitch who had interrogated him. He sensed it, such looks wouldn't be allowed in the future, not those sort. She returned his gaze, bowing him down with her steady eyes.
'Yes Mistress' he answered at last.
'That's good isn't it. Off you go then', she said, waving him away.
[Yep, reasonably pleased with the developing scenario. This certainly moves things along from Claire's own opening , bitchhood discoveries in 'The Intimacy of Three' (Amazon print and down load). I'll start sketching out the plot this summer.]
