her clenched for just a second before she relaxed into whatever sensation had gripped her with a trace of fear.
“Body spread,” Caius moved on withdrawing the rod and standing back to see his slave turn over and open herself as widely as she had in her last posture; though now breasts, belly and groin undulated in anticipation of a strike upon her flesh, or a new command. This time the master moved forward quickly with his demand, “Into a bridge,” whereupon Loria’s body seemed to float upwards as she bent her knees, drew her feet in toward her ass, and lifted her hips up off the floor. Her arms rested above her head as the watching eye was lured to the blatant exposure of her nest of curls and the pink/brown lips hidden within them. “I should fuck her now and let you see the show. See how a slave performs her task of service—how you will perform.”
But then Caius continued saying, “Into an arch.” While Charlotte watched enthralled by the symmetry of gracefulness, Loria pulled out of her lewd bridge, and kneeling, leaned back, arched her breasts toward the ceiling, and let her head fall back so her long hair dangled freely with the ends grazing the floor. “She will stay like this a full hour, if I so demand. By then, her thighs will quake and her arms burn to be freed, but she will hold the posture because I command her to. She knows the price for disobedience and the triumph in compliance. She would rather die than disappoint me. I make her bear these stances long and proudly so that she enjoys within herself the satisfaction found in the simple gift they give her. She blesses herself as much as she blesses me.” Caius seemed both smitten and in awe of his slave, nearly overwhelmed by the determination she displayed so willingly. He turned to Charlotte. “I do not know if you can ever understand this sort of vassalage. Your mind has not dwelt on these things all your life as Loria’s has.”
“I should worry that I cannot,” Charlotte whispered. She was truly fearful that her own desire would not be enough to ensure her success.
“Yes, you should worry. The slavery of the female is bred into our women from their birth. Of course, some take to it more easily than others do. Some fail so miserably it’s almost laughable, but then there are those like Loria. She is noble born, directly from Lord Nor’s stock. But she thinks nothing of that now; and there was no fight to win her submission.”
“How did she come here?” Charlotte ventured.
Caius’ momentary reveries allowed the question without an eyebrow raised and he answered, “She came here to be trained and simply never left.” Turning himself back to his posed slave, he gathered his tender sentiments into himself and restored his stern expression. “Up now, bitch, on hands and knees.”
Loria’s awkward climb from arch to cat position was not awkward at all, though she seemed somewhat grateful that her master allowed her to ease out of the strenuous pose. Now, in the classic style of a four-legged animal, she waited for her last command. There were ten poses and this was the ninth.
“This one, little miscreant, requires minimal effort but it is extremely useful as it allows an easy penetration for an anxious prick. Accomplish it with the same refinement as the others, you’ll set yourself apart from the average whore who only knows it as the pose of being taken. Ah! You’ll be taken like this many times. Your Lord finds it most pleasing to ride the haunches of his harlots, lunging his blast of fire deep inside the belly. More often, though, he’ll ride your ass like this and ream it well.” He shook his head as though he doubted Charlotte’s resolve and ability. “You have much to get used to, a good deal to learn. Stand for punishment!” he suddenly ripped off. Charlotte herself wondered if he were meaning her; but in the time she took to consider this, Loria shot from her position. Standing, she bent over and placed her
“Body spread,” Caius moved on withdrawing the rod and standing back to see his slave turn over and open herself as widely as she had in her last posture; though now breasts, belly and groin undulated in anticipation of a strike upon her flesh, or a new command. This time the master moved forward quickly with his demand, “Into a bridge,” whereupon Loria’s body seemed to float upwards as she bent her knees, drew her feet in toward her ass, and lifted her hips up off the floor. Her arms rested above her head as the watching eye was lured to the blatant exposure of her nest of curls and the pink/brown lips hidden within them. “I should fuck her now and let you see the show. See how a slave performs her task of service—how you will perform.”
But then Caius continued saying, “Into an arch.” While Charlotte watched enthralled by the symmetry of gracefulness, Loria pulled out of her lewd bridge, and kneeling, leaned back, arched her breasts toward the ceiling, and let her head fall back so her long hair dangled freely with the ends grazing the floor. “She will stay like this a full hour, if I so demand. By then, her thighs will quake and her arms burn to be freed, but she will hold the posture because I command her to. She knows the price for disobedience and the triumph in compliance. She would rather die than disappoint me. I make her bear these stances long and proudly so that she enjoys within herself the satisfaction found in the simple gift they give her. She blesses herself as much as she blesses me.” Caius seemed both smitten and in awe of his slave, nearly overwhelmed by the determination she displayed so willingly. He turned to Charlotte. “I do not know if you can ever understand this sort of vassalage. Your mind has not dwelt on these things all your life as Loria’s has.”
“I should worry that I cannot,” Charlotte whispered. She was truly fearful that her own desire would not be enough to ensure her success.
“Yes, you should worry. The slavery of the female is bred into our women from their birth. Of course, some take to it more easily than others do. Some fail so miserably it’s almost laughable, but then there are those like Loria. She is noble born, directly from Lord Nor’s stock. But she thinks nothing of that now; and there was no fight to win her submission.”
“How did she come here?” Charlotte ventured.
Caius’ momentary reveries allowed the question without an eyebrow raised and he answered, “She came here to be trained and simply never left.” Turning himself back to his posed slave, he gathered his tender sentiments into himself and restored his stern expression. “Up now, bitch, on hands and knees.”
Loria’s awkward climb from arch to cat position was not awkward at all, though she seemed somewhat grateful that her master allowed her to ease out of the strenuous pose. Now, in the classic style of a four-legged animal, she waited for her last command. There were ten poses and this was the ninth.
“This one, little miscreant, requires minimal effort but it is extremely useful as it allows an easy penetration for an anxious prick. Accomplish it with the same refinement as the others, you’ll set yourself apart from the average whore who only knows it as the pose of being taken. Ah! You’ll be taken like this many times. Your Lord finds it most pleasing to ride the haunches of his harlots, lunging his blast of fire deep inside the belly. More often, though, he’ll ride your ass like this and ream it well.” He shook his head as though he doubted Charlotte’s resolve and ability. “You have much to get used to, a good deal to learn. Stand for punishment!” he suddenly ripped off. Charlotte herself wondered if he were meaning her; but in the time she took to consider this, Loria shot from her position. Standing, she bent over and placed her
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