Xanadu

Louise called a few weeks later, a few weeks after my visit to the Thorn & Thistle and a few days after i had lost my job.

“Do you remember Sir John,” She asked, “Sir Jon Brightman the Director? He needs an assistant, a boy actually. Are you interested fancypants?”

My memory of Sir John was very vivid, as vivid as the welts I wore for over a week after he had vigorously applied a dozen to my rump.

“Yes Mistress, of course i do. He was very impressive, overpowering actually, a gorgeous man with a prodigious cock. But what is it that he needs an assistant, or a boy? An assistant is a managerial position, a boy, well You know very well what a boy does for a Master.”

Louise laughed a throaty cackle, “you have the number sissy, you decide,” and She hung up the phone.

i thought briefly about the Thorn and Sir John. i remembered how he had rudely pushed his cock down my throat and how desperately i needed a stretching.

Then i picked up the phone, when it was answered i cooed, “Sir Jon please, it’s ms. fancypants begging to speak to Him!”

My second entrance to The Thorn and Thistle was similar to my first, except of course, there was no parade of slaves to accompanying me. The butler again greeted me at the door with a plastic bag and i deposited my clothing in it and stood nervous and naked in the hallway waiting for a groom to fetch me.

The minutes ticked by; one, three, ten, and i became acutely aware of my nudity and my excitement. i scanned the walls and the ceilings till a dim flickering light betrayed the camera that was recording my arrival. Suddenly a door swung open and when he appeared my mouth dropped open.

Pia was his or her name, and he, she, or it was the most beautiful androgynous looking person i had ever seen. He had an intelligent face with broad high cheekbones and a generous mouth. His sandy colored brown hair was shoulder length, slightly curled, and had streaks of blonde highlights that gave him a thoroughly naughty look.

Pia produced a wide posture collar and began lacing it around my neck. i could feel his soft cool fingers on my skin, tapered and elegant, the nails sharp and silvery with lacquer.

my eyes cherished every inch of him. He was wonderfully slender, yet had flaring feminine hips and long sexy legs made even longer by a string bikini that tied on the side of each hip.

The little pouch of his panties had a sweet bulge that aroused my passion and when he saw my excitement he kissed me deeply, then backed away.

“Follow me,” he said and began marching through the hallways to the center stairway. My eyes stayed glued to him.

A huge tattoo of a kneeling Geisha decorated his back diagonally from left shoulder to right hip and i found something religiously serene about the beautiful depiction of submissive.

Pia had wide strong shoulders like Mistress Louise, a tapering back, tiny waist, and a pear shaped behind. Except for Louise, i have never seen a body so faultless; the flesh was toned and firm, the lines of his body hard and perfect. i would have followed him for eternity to just enjoy the bounce of his gorgeous derriere and the feminine sway of his hips.

In moments we had risen to the very top floor, the sixth, and when the door opened i was awash in a sea of luxury.

“He calls it Xanadu,” Pia said, and i recalled the opening lines of the Coleridge poem.

“Exactly, and you’ll be trained to provide pleasure, as I have been trained. Now, not another word unless you are commanded to speak, Sir Jon is waiting.”

We headed towards a large double door carved from teak wood. The walls were full of beautiful erotic art, oils and watercolors, charcoal sketches and pencil drawings all precisely matted and framed then illuminated by overhead track lighting like you would see in a gallery.

It was a sumptuous surrounding, much like Louise’s studio, except the ambiance was more masculine, darker woods and heavier furniture. And yet the Feminine touches were obvious. Flowers sat on every table; roses and iris, jasmine and lily. Each delivered a powerful scent; each blossomed like the lips of the Female sex, beautiful and mysterious.

A long oval mahogany table sat in the center of the large ornate room and Sir Jon sat at its end with a group of three Masters and three Mistresses. Each was dressed in fetish attire, leathers and furs, high boots and taunt garters. i lowered my eyes in a show of obedience.

Sir Jon rose from his chair and bid me to approach. He placed my hands on my head and inspected every inch of me, underarms and biceps, nipples and tummy. He squeezed and kneaded my flesh till he was satisfied, then spun me around, put his hand on my neck and pushed forward.

A sudden flush of shame rose through my body. i could hear the members at the table squirming in their chairs, moving to get a glimpse of my anus, probably wondering if Sir Jon would take me right there.

But he only finished his inspection, patted my rump to command me to move back again to my position next to Pia, and sat down.

He took out a gold Mont Blanc pen and a sheet of elegant ivory linen writing paper watermarked with the crest of the Thorn & Thistle.

The pen scratched against the paper, line after line, all the way from top to bottom, and when Pia had read the instructions, she smiled broadly.

Chapter 2: Rituals of Purification

Pia led me out of the conference room and down another hallway to a large bathroom and purgatorium where he ordered me up onto a chrome and leather examination chair. He placed a pillow under my hips and raised my legs up and over stirrups attached to the chair so that my rump was raised and gapping. Next to the chair was a table holding an assortment of tubes, razors, ointments, and oils.

“you were purged on your first visit here,” he asked?

“Yes it was a memorable enema, five gallons that distended me like nothing ever before. i enjoyed the cleansing.”

“Here in Xanadu, purification is a daily ritual,” he said, while opening a new box of Westco latex gloves. Sir Jon demands an extreme degree of cleanliness.”

Pia squirted a glob of “Wet” onto his gloved fingers from a half full quart bottle and opened my anus wider with his index finger. He administered a gentle stretching till he saw that i was relaxed and my muscles accepted the intrusion.

“We’ll come here on odd numbered days for lengthy colonics; usually twenty gallons administered a quart at a time. The warm waters are mixed with medicinal herbs and delightful oils for extra cleansing. Once each quart is injected and dissolves some waste, it is pumped out to a large drainage system and the process will be continued until the waters are depleted.”

“Will i never have control over my bodily functions again Pia? It seems so..., so humiliating to have others controlling such intimate acts.”

“It is humiliating, and it will be ever more so when guests are present to witness your debasement. But you’ll learn to accept it, we all do.”

He inserted a rubber tube into my anus an inch at a time till nearly two feet filled me and then turned on the electric machine that pumped the waters into me; i felt my eyes grow wide at the sensation.

i had expected the slow drip of an enema but was surprised instead by jets of water in hard short bursts. my hips pumped automatically, the way they do when in the act of coitus. Again, i felt an enormous shame!

Pia stroked my forehead, “Relax, the purge is going to happen, regardless of what you do or think. Enjoy it, enjoy it the way you enjoy your Mistress’ harness.”

i felt better, something less than a slut!

At least the wastes were being flushed away, it was some consolation. At my first visit we all emptied our bowels in a communal bathroom while grooms chuckled at our position. i have never been so mortified.

i close my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of having my pussy cleaned.

“But what of the even numbered days Pia, what do we do then?”

“Anal rinses are mandatory twice each day, and after each use by a Master or Mistress. Though you may not realize it you have been screened for disease, everyone on this floor has been, digitally and secretly. Everyone here is pure, STD free.”

Most Masters prefer “bareback” insertions and you’ll enjoy the honor of milking them dry and feeling their hot cream bathe your insides. Mistresses seem to stick to the old ways, scented and colored prophylactics are still their favorites, but you’ll still be required to douche.”

Just then the door flew open and another beauty entered. Like Pia, he was an odd mixture of masculine and feminine traits, tall and shapely, and black as a panther. He ran to a small pool that resembled a hot tub and slid down into the waters, a look of relief covered his face quickly and he smiled at me with a mouthful of big white teeth.

“Hi Bebe, who are you?”

His accent was very proper English like someone educated in a London public school. But his wide nostrils and huge lips reminded me of Central Africa and i guessed that he had been owned, been a slave for a very long time.

“Marnie, this is Fancy. Fancy, this is Marnie, who has been entertaining Prince Tannahide in one of the royal suites, and unless I’m mistaken he’s got a very sore bottom. By the way dear, the pool is a healing mixture that takes away the sting of punishments. you’ll learn to love it.”

Marnie walked out of the pool, a tight spring of coiled bundled muscles like a cobra ready to strike. His abs and thighs were covered with thin taunt skin, and a long cock dangled between his legs. He reached behind and cupped his buttocks to rub away the final sting of his caning, then bent over to pick up a fluffy white towel. His buttocks were two beautiful ebony melons, like a thoroughbred mare bred to be mounted. i counted a dozen thin white stripes decorating each globe. On me or Pia they would have been pink or angry red and raised, regardless they were beautiful.

my sigh must have been loud enough to hear because he looked back over his shoulder, reached behind and parted his cheeks wide enough that i could enjoy the sight of his whorled pussy.

“A new horny little slut, I like that, we’ll get to play darling,” he said, “Can I help?”

The last drop of water was flush from my bowels and they helped me up from the chair. i felt light as a feather and as fresh as a flower.

Pia and Marnie stood on either side of me as we walked to the other side of the room; they playfully spanked my bottom and laughed all the way.

i was placed on a washing table and scrubbed, then shaved, then coated with a sweet smelling depilatory and rinsed. i let my hands touch every part of my body and was shocked at how smooth and soft i was. i loved it!

Soon I’d be like them, like Pia and Marnie. Velvety skin, feminine but not too shy, made for pleasure, made to pleasure others at their whim.

They sat me at grooming table and Marnie mixed mascara, emerald green with splinters of gold, and i lowered my eyes to let him paint me.

Something touched my right nipple, then my left, and when i opened my eyes i saw that Pia had placed two little suction pumps over each breast. A table had been wheeled up that included pumps of every conceivable size, huge cones to accommodate the largest cock, and tiny cylinders that could squeeze a clitoris, or stimulate the sensitive tissues of an anus.

She squeezed a simple hand pump and i watched my nipples thicken and stretch.

“They’ll grow over time,” Marnie said, “like mine.”

He placed his breast close to my face, the nipple was beautiful, an inch and a half long, thick and very erect. Marnie leaned forward and i took it into my mouth and enjoyed its licorice sweetness.

i reached out for Pia, stroked his thigh, and then petted him between the legs, enjoying the weight of his stones and his diamond hard cock.

They both smelled of musk and spices and my passions rose higher and higher. i wanted to serve them, lick them, and suck them to orgasm. my cock bobbed, and seeing this they backed away.

“Careful dear, we are allowed to play, but never to cum without permission, now let’s finish up or we’ll all earn a paddling.”

They decorated me in gold!

First a beautiful nipple shield, a four pointed star made of gold pyramids. Pia held two ends the north and west and Marnie the other two, and slowly stretched it open revealing some type of thread at the center connecting it all.

Something sparkled in the light, caught my eye, i squinted, looked closer. It wasn’t a thread at all, but a wire, a barbed wire, and i had to grit my teeth to keep from screaming when they were snapped into place!

But in moments the pain subsided and i felt proud and pretty. my nipples were long and as thick as Mistress Louise’s graceful fingers, a brilliant pink, and rose to the heavens. If ever a slave needed to be spanked for vanity, it was me at that precise moment.

But there was so much more.

Pia knelt between my legs and wrapped a gold snake around my balls, very tightly, like a metal cock ring. He wound it over my shaft around and around until the serpent’s diamond shaped head lay precisely over the slit in my cock and its two emerald eyes stared blankly up.

Pia squeezed my balls. “Always, always stay erect, its Sir Jon’s law, and you’ll regret the day he sees you with a flaccid cock. Now bend over!”

Marnie approached with a gorgeous gold missile with an outrageous taper and a sparkling green jeweled tip.

He held my buttocks apart and Pia spanked my pussy with wet fingers till i opened like a rosebud. He greased me and the plug and very slowly inserted it till i swallowed the wide base and my sphincter snapped around the tip.

They rubbed a few more drops of oil into my skin to make it shine and walked me to a full length mirror.

My body was aglow like never before!

The nipple shields were biting painfully into me, but i didn’t care, they were gorgeous.

My cock stood high and proud, full of blood, long and slightly curved. i made it bounce a little and watched the serpents head bob hoping to make it charm someone.

Then finally, i turned my back and bent forward. The lights sparkled off the jeweled tip of my butt plug. i was ready. i felt like a diva!

i dropped to my knees and lowered my head to the floor, kissed their feet in gratitude, then rose.

“Let’s go,” i said, “Let’s go meet Sir Jon.”

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Chapter 3: At the foot of my Master

We walked out another door and took a circuitous route through the mansion visiting many parlors along the way. Each was decorated in a different flavor so as to evoke various moods and arouse many emotions, all primitive and sexual. Incense and the fragrance of spices and herbs were everywhere and although the music changed from room to room, it too evoked sensual thoughts and sparked the libido.

Pia and Marnie walked on either side of me and let their hands drop to cup my buttocks. It felt good being in their care, under their tutelage, they felt like family and i’d only known them for a few hours. i guess that’s the way it is with kindred spirits, animals like us from the same slave species.

In time we reached the center of the house where the double staircase came together at the top floor. i looked up into a stained glass dome painted with colors of blue and purple, and orchid. It was still daylight outside but the dome gave the room a sense of darkness and suddenly a stiff cool breeze ruffled by sending a chill up my spine and making my nipples peak higher.

i squinted through the dim light and saw two slaves hanging from the ceiling of the dome. They were naked and helpless!

The boy was tethered at the wrists facing the ceiling and the girl by the ankles facing the floor. The ropes had been adjusted so that their faces nestled between the legs of the other and i could hear the slurping of tongues and lips.

Pia squeezed my bottom and whispered into my ear, “They’re being taught control, isn’t it beautiful?”

i sighed my agreement and watched them with the hungry eyes of a voyeur. She was young, barely a woman. Her blond hair and breasts hung down towards the floor and her ivory thighs and plump buttocks trembled and quaked as his tongue bathed her flower.

He was lean, tightly muscled, and straining so hard against his binds that a thin layer of perspiration covered his body with a sheen that accentuated every ripple, every bump. His tight little ass trembled as the girl worked her mouth.

“It is beautiful Pia, more so than anything i’ve ever seen. i hunger for the warmth of a body next to mine and the fragrance of love. Perhaps one day i’ll be claimed by a prince or princess, is it possible?”

He laughed, “Anything is possible dear, anything. But we must hurry, Sir Jon is waiting,” and we scurried down the hallway towards his private mansion where the big double doors were flung open and what appeared to be a disgraceful orgy was in progress.

The room was now full of bodies, closer to seventy, than sixty, if i guessed correctly. It was an odd assortment of Dominants, many Europeans, but also Asians, a Malaysian Master, a Chinese Mistress named Madam Lieu. There were some from the Middle East others from Africa and South America. i wouldn’t know till much later that they were slave traders, brokers and agents, dealing in human flesh.

Some slaves were in the center of the room dancing, gyrating on a small raised stage while orders were being shouted.

“Bend over!”

“Shake your ass!”

“Spread your pussy open!”

i was mortified, scared, i moved slowly through the crowd. Marnie was pulled away by a Master, Pia sat on a Mistresses lap, and i was alone.

Hands reached out, stroked my face, pinched my bottom, and teased my cock. i heard snickers and laughs, a rough hand seized my neck, bent me over double so my forehead brushed the floor.

Two hushed voices in some Russian dialect spoke and laughed. They examined my anus, worked my jeweled plug in and out, and laughed again.

One took me roughly over his lap and spanked me with a big calloused hand just to test the flesh, see it bounce and color. He pushed me off his lap and i scurried away, trembling and sore.

A paddle cracked to my right and i turned to see a trio of slaves pushing peanuts down an illuminated path. A horrible, demeaning game.

The last slave looked familiar, wide hips, a round freckled ass now bright red from the paddle, full pink labia.

The Master walloped her again and the slave raised her head, jerked around to stare at him defiantly with a tear stained face.

my heart sunk.

It was Claire, my soul mate, my friend.

We’d met at The Thorn at our first training session, had coffee afterwards, exchanged email, even played at phone sex when our needs became too urgent.

She had been shorn.

Every strand of her beautiful red hair clipped and shaved away. A huge silver ring pierced her nose and her nipples and clitoris were clamped with horrible little golden gargoyles with sharp dangerous teeth.

i’d never seen anyone look so lost, so helpless.

i had to help her, i crawled on hands and knees quickly to her side, covered her, protected her. The wooden paddle bit into my rump. i screamed and heard a thunderous voice coming from the front of the room.

HOW DARE YOU!

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Chapter 4: A Terrible Shame

i turned my head to the front of the room just as Sir Jon rose from his seat. He appeared gigantic from my vantage on the floor; tall, muscular, imposing. His golden skin was gleaming against the black leather of his chaps and vest and a red rubber thong hugged his manhood.

“Bring him to me,” he shouted with a voice so full of venom that made my legs wobbled with fear.

Two grooms lifted me up, pulled my arms back and tethered them with nylon restraints at the elbow and wrist. i was shoved forward, stumbled and fell to my knees. With my arms behind me i was helpless, nose to the floor, buttocks raised.

They peppered my rump with lexan rods that landed with a frightening thwack, thwack, thwack!

Twenty agonizing swats later i was lifted and held tightly by the grooms while Sir Jon took my cock in his left hand, stroked it. i sighed then screamed when his right hand shot out and smacked my balls with a leather paddle.

They released me from their grip and all i remember were my knees shaking like rubber. i fell to the floor at Sir Jon’s feet, inched forward on the floor till i was at his feet, and licked his boots!

A slave brought a large silver bowl and placed it next to me on the floor.

“Empty your bladder slave,” Sir Jon commanded.

“It will provide some amusement for the guests, do it, now!”

The room felt suddenly small and hot, the air was stale, and everyone was silent and gaping, waiting for me to humble myself, to feel an utter and devastating shame.

i squatted over the bowl, my face was burning with humiliation as i began to urinate. The waters splashed loudly against the bowl and they all began to laugh and jeer. The pale golden stream seemed to go on forever and the only consolation was knowing that my colon had been so thoroughly pumped there was no chance for a further humiliation. At least not today.

i felt a tear role down my face when i realized all was lost. My freedoms, my dignity, even the power to expel my own wastes were now under his control. It was devastating!

“Now pleasure me.”

The room grew silent again.

i knelt between his legs, gently moved aside the rubber thong, and watched his cock spring to life.

A small puddle of precum nestled on the slit and i pressed my tongue to it a swirled around the tip.

Guests squirmed in their seats to get a better look, some of them already wet and squeaky. my lips wrapped around the head and i stared up at him defiantly and found something in his eyes.

It was a weakness that i didn’t understand but he saw my awareness and grabbed the back of my neck roughly and pulled my face all the way up to his crotch where the tiny hairs tickled my nose.

He was as big as i remembered and i gagged and sputtered at the shear size of the monster. My head bobbed back and forth, i breathed deeply through my nose, worked my lips, and sucked him. But when i felt his passion peaking he stopped moving, pulled away and took hold of his member.

He had a cruel look on his face that i’ll never forget and when he stroked himself i knew part of the horror that awaited me!

He wasn’t the first master to cum on my face, but he was the first to do it with an audience.

The first squirt struck my forehead, the second my right eye, a third on my lips. The guests croaked like frogs at my misery.

“He’s disgusting,” someone shouted.

“A filthy slut,” said another.

“Clean him up Sir John, wash him.”

And then the horror continued.

His cock had gone limp but it was still long and meaty when he pointed it at my face.

i cried, “no, please no.”

But the hot golden stream splashed against my face with a loud wet noise amid more laughter and i crumbled to the ground so thoroughly defeated i had no where else to go but up.

Chapter 5: The hero

That evening the slaves were all herded into a dimly lit, foul smelling room that reeked of disinfectant and tobacco smoke and a handsome muscled groom provided one more measure of disgrace for me.

He took hold of my neck and bent me in half so that my forehead was almost touching the floor, then wrapped his left around tightly around my waist and administered the most thorough and memorable spanking of my life. He was a strong man, good at his job, and soon the slaves watching the beating began to wince with every new slap and make little moans that mimicked my own yelps.

When he was done, he removed the beautiful jeweled plug from my anus and spent a great deal of time lecturing the other slaves and lathering a stout ginger root with extra virgin olive oil.

“Sir Jon will not allow any measure of disobedience,” he said, “and this boy must suffer for his acts.”

He worked slowly; making sure the root was slick enough to slide in with ease. When my anus finally opened and accepted the ginger, he slid it in up to the ring and let my sphincter close around it.

It took a little while for the effects to take place. But once it began, the fires built steadily as the roots juices began to flow. My tender delicate passage burned with an intense itch.

i tried desperately to expel the object but the groom had carefully cut the finger to a precise shape that kept it firmly lodged. My hips bucked and my buttocks swayed with helplessness while the clenching little muscle did what it had been trained to do by Louise’s phallus; it hugged the intruder with a devout passion.

The slaves were ordered into their cells.

Each submissive moved quickly, some into iron gated boxes, others into bamboo cages fastened with hemp. i saw Pia and Marnie crawling on hands and knees with their bottoms raised, then finally beautiful Claire.

i found her beauty oddly exquisite and exciting.

Her shaven head and pierced nose gave her a primitive aboriginal look, like an urban animal. Her skin was still ivory and freckled but seemed to have developed a glow like an alabaster torch and i felt a desire for her that shook my soul!

i crawled into my own cage and my hands were drawn through the bars and tied with nylon E-Z cuffs. It was cramped, perhaps three feet wide by four feet long and with my hands secured i could barely move. i had no doubt that the root would stay in place all night burning and stretching my anus and i could only hope that i would suffer silently and show bravery to the other slaves.

Once the groom left the, room was deadly quiet, no one dared say a word, but i had to, even through my discomfort i wanted to console her.

“Clair,” don’t weep darling, i’ll find a way, and i’ll save you.”

The words rang shallow even to my ears. What could i possibly do to help her? She would see me for what i was a writhing, tethered salve with a beaten swollen posterior and a disciplinary ginger root stuck up his ass!

But she answered, “I know you will, I don’t know how, but I believe you. Sir Jon is a demon! He is selling us all as slaves all over the world. Three Arabs are bidding for me and I fear any day I may be gone. And how he’s disfigured me, I feel ugly and wretched.”

She looked tired and beaten but i knew her spirit. Like all redheaded women she was a full of passion and fireworks and my attraction to her was a lot like being addicted to drugs.

Her story made sense. Redheads constitute no more than two per cent of the population and are revered throughout the world. But in the Middle East, they’re as precious as gold and spices. Sir Jon probably sends locks of her hair to the bidders to wet their appetites, perhaps even the fiery precious curls from between her legs!

“Claire you’re as beautiful as ever,” i assured her.

She smiled at me with big ivory teeth and sparkling green eyes that glowed with a naughty demonic look.

Even naked and shorn she was sassy, flamboyant, earthy, and sensual.

She moved carefully in her tiny cage till her back was to me and raised her legs to her chest in a fetal position. my cock throbbed at the sight of her round derriere and the divine pink labia winking at me from between her legs.

“Save me,” she said, “and claim your reward.”

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Chapter 6: Oh What A Night!

Hour after agonizing hour past without even the hint of sleep till i felt i may be going mad. The root continued to ravage my tender passage with a burning itch that made my hips buck like an animal in heat, and Claire was a ruthless shameless tease.

She writhed and wriggled, postured and posed so that every inch of her femininity haunted me.

Redheaded women can do that, it’s inbred and imprinted on their souls. It comes from hearing that tired phrase from innumerable men; “Hey are you a natural redhead?” And the way their eyes always drop to a redheaded women’s crotch after the sentence. As though they really expect an answer, and a peek!

So like all her sisters Claire became comfortable in the role of sex kitten and fantasy girl. She noticed how men smiled at her, old men winked, and every doorman and cab driver had to greet her with; “How’s it going Red?” She could flirt endlessly with everyone a quality that only a few blondes and brunettes ever master, and those that do become legends that remain in our minds long after they are gone; Monroe and Bardot, Dietrich, the smoldering Mediterranean’s Sophia, and Louise D.

i prayed that she would sleep and when she did it was like an erotic ballet.

She slumbered like a frisky kitten. She scratched at the floor of the cage with pink lacquered claws, stretched her spine and spread her rump, then yawned like a lioness.

The room had become stifling hot. Her freckled porcelain skin was slick and shiny in the dull light and mingled with smells of arousal and perspiration.

i longed to taste her salt on my tongue.

She turned on her back, legs spread, and nipples thick as berries, labia shiny and pink. Her hands moved up along side her body. She turned again, bottoms up, her puckered anus winked at me.

Her words challenged me, “save me, “and claim your reward.”

my cock throbbed.

Hour after hour crept by till somewhere after four in the morning the root had lost its sting and i fell into a deep coma -like sleep.

i saw a blinding white light, the kind you only ever read about, like moonlight in a martini. Then a strange fluttering sound like a gaggle of geese overhead in the late summer months and she appeared.

The blinding light behind her made it impossible to see her face, like being at the ocean on a hot August day, but i knew that she was beautiful. i sensed it!

Her outline was distinct framed first by outrageous halo of locks of dark curly hair and shoulders that were strong yet lissome.

She had small, oh so divine breasts with the most succulent nipples i’d ever seen and rounded hips and thighs like the glorious statues in Rome.

i heard the fluttering again and noticed her wings set right where her delicate shoulder blades protruded. They were white and speckled with gold.

The flower between her legs was so dainty, mysterious, and intriguing that i felt sticky hot and nervous. It was an apparition, a symphony in shadow and light that appeared so fragile it might crumble at a lover’s touch.

i shivered.

Who could ever possess an object so lovely if not another angel, or a jealous god. i knew i would never enter a garden or lower my nose to the petals of a sweetly scented rose, without her vision entering my mind.

Then she spoke in a husky sensual voice and i knew it was the truth, the purest truth.

“There is evil here,” she said, “and you have looked into the eye of evil and seen its weakness.”

i felt dazed and confused, unwilling or unable to respond.

“Look deeper and then find the hero inside you!”

She turned her back to me and spread her wings revealing a strong back and wonderfully rounded buttocks. Then raised her round little arms and disappeared upwards.

Chapter 7: Talk dirty to me

i awoke to the rattling of cages, grooms shouting orders, and the sexy slaps of wooden paddles on tender slave bottoms. We all scurried down the hall on hands and knees trying desperately to avoid the heavy swats and failing miserably. By the time we reached the shower area our bottoms were already bright pink and swollen.

A tiny girl named Jen joined me in the bathroom and i was thrilled to watch her pee daintily into a porcelain bowl. She was, i would discover, 27 years old although she could easily have passed for a teen-ager and it was that quality that had men bidding for her on the auction block.

Her blond curly hair was worn shoulder length and she was tiny in every respect, just over five feet tall and perhaps ninety-five pounds. She had small delicate labia with just the smallest blush of a clitoral hood so that her tiny button stood out proudly as any cock.

She saw me watching her and spoke boldly, “Is your pussy still burning, if it is I’ll help you irrigate.”

“You’re very kind,” i replied.

“I saw what you did, saw that you tried to protect the redhead, protect Claire.”

“i think i love her.”

“Then do what you can to save to her, to save us all,” she said.

We helped each other wash and groom and use the little manual anal irrigators that insured our cleanliness. Jen applied cosmetics to my face and i gilded her eyelids with gold lacquer.

“We are all up for sale,” Jen continued, “Sir Jon is a worthless bastard and we are all doomed unless someone, unless you can find a way to save us and help us escape.”

“But i’m a submissive, a sissy,” i whined as she painted my lips and nipples crimson.

“It’s time you put your big gurl panties on, time for all of us to rebel. We either do that, or serve strangers for the rest of our lives.”

We finished by putting silver cuffs on our wrists and ankles, and steel collars around our throats. Jen put bracelets on our arms and heavy gold chains around our waists just as a groom entered and we were herded into the breakfast area where a sumptuous fair awaited us.

“At least we eat well,” i said, and Jen laughed.

“Only to give us the strength to beaten and fucked all day, you’ll learn soon enough.”

After we ate we were driven down a series of hallways, dark secret passages that opened on a huge room that contained scores of naked slaves.

Some were displayed in cages, others tethered to stone pillars and still others knelt obediently on velvet cushions. The room smelled of costly perfumes, flowers and incense, and of course the musky scents of human passion. A strange tribal music filled the air; cymbals and drums, tambourines and flutes pulsing an urgent beat. The sounds of wet slapping bodies were everywhere.

A tall Mistress with spiked white hair approached me. She was a large woman with thin legs and a long pointed nose that gave her an odd exotic look like a rare bird.

She wore a merry widow corset that lifted two large prominent breasts that were nestled in half-cups of studded black leather. The brown cones of her nipples spilled over the top both beautifully pierced with pearl darts.

Her hips were very wide and her thighs round and full and covered with tattoos of pagan symbols that I recognized from studies about the Middle Ages. She wore thigh high boots with absurdly sharp and narrow heels that reminded me of daggers.

A finely tooled leather harness circled her waist with a crotch strap that held a black rubber cock glistening with lubrication.

“Have you been fucked yet today?” she asked in a casual matter-of-fact tone that even here was a little shocking.

When i shook my head no she attached a golden chain to my collar and announced, “Come,” with a sharp tug.

“I’m Mistress Rosalind and you are going to be my bitch!”

i followed obediently, nude and hairless, my body prepped and oiled and my eyes ratcheted to the huge white melons of her derriere. i seemed so natural, so right to be at the end of a leash.

She pulled me to a couch where a handsome prince was seated and he smiled at me, dazzling teeth and a short golden beard. He was thickly muscled, and beautiful like no man i had ever seen before. His expensive shirt was orange silk and his tan riding britches hugged his lower body like a glove.

“You can watch,” Rosalind said to the man placing her index finger on my neck with just the slightest pressure leaving little doubt to her command or her intentions.

i bent forward clutching my ankles while she adjusted her position. i rose on my tiptoes straining mightily till the large head of the phallus found my tiny opening.

Mistress found her center of gravity, the position where she could maximize her thrusting power, and filled me with one hard push from her forty inch hips.

“Like that cock sissy, like that big dick up your sissy pussy?” she hissed.

The Mistress delivered a ruthless pounding, slapping my ass with her open hand between strokes, and growling in a throaty voice.

i’d known Masters who liked to talk dirty during coitus, but never a Mistress and I found it exciting beyond imagination. My cocked throbbed and my anus puckered with passion.

“Yes Mistress,” i shouted, “Fuck my cunt, give me that entire beautiful big dick.”

My response inflamed her, she pushed harder, “Take that you dirty little mother fucker, and that, and that.”

With each thrust, i was impaled on the thick polymer prick by long hard strokes fueled by her wide lower body.

my nipples burned and my balls ached.

The pretty prince took out his cock and stroked it.

my mouth watered at the sight.

Mistress was wet, dripping, sweating and grunting like a rutting animal.

The cock spanked my prostate and i screamed, high-pitched and feminine.

“Fuck my wet pussy Mistress,” i shouted, “Fuck your little bitch hard!”

Her hands were digging into my hips as she rotated her ass grinding the thick cock against my sissy “G” spot and her own clitoris.

i felt myself beginning to swoon with sissy orgasm. Not the shallow kind i get from fingering myself, but the glorious drip that Louise always evoked.

i was mad with lust, beyond reason, willing to accept anything and everything for orgasm.

i cried out as the prince shot a huge gob of sperm into the air and the Mistress quaked with orgasm.

We fell to the floor, spent and sweaty.

My body continued to jerk as sperm dripped out of me like water from a faucet.

His hard lean body covered my back, her soft fleshy breasts pressed against my chest. We remained motionless for a few moments breasts and bellies pressed tightly together. She kissed me, a meaningless kiss, but i treasured it, explored her mouth with my tongue, and tasted her sweetness.

She spoke into my ear softly, “Get hard quickly or you’ll be whipped,” and she took hold of my flaccid cock.

The prince wrapped his arms around me, kneaded my breasts and pinched my nipples till they stood up proud and pink. The Mistress took each in her mouth sucked and nibbled, a finger entered my anus, soft hands tickled my balls.

And just that fast I was as hard as a diamond.

Mistress placed a red sticker on the right side of my derriere to signify that i was on my way to cleansing and off limits to another raging cock, for the moment.

“Come back,” she said, and kissed me again, deep and wet so that i understood the passion.

“I want to have you again, on your back, with your legs in the air like a whore, in a bed with damp crumpled sheets, and others waiting in the brothel with money in their hands to buy you.”

She gave me a good slap on the ass and pointed me towards the bathing area. i walked slowly away, wagging my ass and smiling broadly.

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Chapter 8: A Day of Duty

i entered the baths with a quintet of other slaves who like me were all sore from their morning coring. There were several marble pools filled with steamy waters scented with lemon, lime, and orange. One end held polished shower stalls with gold faucets and the other a series of gleaming commodes and dainty bidets with dancing waters.

The polished walls were covered with erotic drawings of Masters and slaves in every conceivable position for coitus. Overhead a chandelier of tethered slaves, boys and girls, hung from the domed ceiling on golden chains. Their bodies were all richly oiled and polished and their organs were decorated with jewels, flowers, and gay colored ribbons. Steam rose all around and i was haunted by the memory of the baths i would prepare for Mistress Louise to lounge in at the Studio. The memory of that sumptuous servitude caused a small tear to trickle down my cheek.

The black slave, Marnie, saw my distress, kissed my cheek, and licked away the salty tear with his bright pink tongue.

“Don’t cry Bebe, everything will be fine. Come with me.”

i followed him into the first pool enjoying the beauty of his wide feminine hips and the seductive dance of his round firm buttocks.

Grooms washed us with fragrant sponges and frothy soaps. i followed Marnie’s lead when he bent over and rested his upper body and arms on the tile walk above the pool letting his large behind jut out for attention.

He flicked the stem of my nipple till it stiffened.

“How easily they control us,” he whispered.

“They see to it that we receive these voluptuous pamperings and we respond like senseless little cunts. We hurry back to beg for their attentions, only to be whipped again and raped continuously.”

i nodded in agreement. Years ago i had recognized this odd character aberration, but it had seemed more natural than, seemed normal to beg Louise for a whipping for the honor of licking a dollop of mud from Her boots.

Marnie sighed, and then smiled broadly. His teeth were dazzling white and his lips beautifully thick and full. i opened my mouth slightly and he leaned forward and we shared a delicious kiss.

“Are slaves kept in your land?” i asked, and he explained a life of servitude that horrified me. He had been bought and sold many times, passed around to many, beaten and fucked by a gaggle of course monsters.

“You poor baby,” i said and hugged him to my body.

“That’s not the way it is supposed to be,” i continued, “Here many of us are of a submissive persuasion. But the Masters and Mistresses we serve have a respect for human dignity. We serve because we love them.”

i saw his eyes begin to water and could see that he was desperate for love and passion as we all seem to be.

He took my hand and led me through the pool and down three steps into another pool where the waters were noticeably cooler, and then to another colder pool again.

i recognized the method in this seeming madness. i shivered slightly in the final pool, my nipples hardened and rose, and i felt my pussy contract.

“We’ll be snug as virgins,” Marnie said. We squatted over bidets for a final splash then lined up for our exits.

Two grooms stood at the door and as we approached in single file each slave bent forward at the waist, reached back with their hands to part their buttocks, and got a three-fingered greasing with a pungent lard scooped out of a large pail.

The second groom swung a large wooden paddle in a frightful arch that actually lifted us up and out the door.

i scurried down the hall clutching my swollen hind-quarters wondering what strange fate awaited me in this odd asylum. As i entered the large suite little Jen was already on her knees in front of a beautiful Mistress seated on a velvet throne.

The Mistress had hair as black as coal and skin as white as freshly fallen snow. Her mouth and nails were painted in vivid candle-apple red and she held a many-tailed leather flogger in her right hand. Her breasts dangled like luscious ripe fruit and the lips of her sex were neatly manicured, puffy, and wet.

“Hurry child,” she barked then brought the flogger down hard on Jen’s back.

i watched the slave girls head bob and saw her small upturned breasts rise and fall with each effort. The leather fell again and again covering every inch of her back and buttocks till red blotches covered her flawless skin.

Jen pulled back for a moment to catch her breath, her face was wet and shiny and she was smiling. She returned with her head bobbing and her well oiled little buttocks undulating like a slave riding a cock.

The Mistress began to whimper, her head jerked frantically as she tried to resist the rising tide of sexual pleasure. She surrendered, dropped the flogger, and wrapped her thighs so tightly around Jen’s neck that i feared she might snap it. Her hips rose and fell, her toes pointed outward, she cried out and her body spasmed, arms and legs quivering like the strings on a finely tuned violin and then she went limp.

i felt weak and consumed with passion. Then an arm wrapped itself around me, i turned and looked into the face of that beautiful prince from my earlier session. His eyelashes were as long as a cats and he had a red Cupid ’s bow mouth that opened to accept my tongue.

i slid down to my knees, looked up for a moment, and waited for his order.

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Chapter 9: Manipulating the Prince

He was tall and slim, glistening and ripe with a Celtic tattoo circling both nipples. His royal face was young enough to be vulnerable but old enough to speak of experience; high cheekbones, an aquiline nose, and blonde braided hair that reached to his lower back. The mauve silk shirt he wore now was unbuttoned showing a tanned bronze muscled chest with finely separated pectorals. His riding britches hugged him like a glove.

i stopped to catch my breath and gently unzipped his pants and removed a nicely sized and neatly cut cock with exquisite veins and a pale pink color.

“May I, Sire?” i asked, and the prince placed his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me to him.

He wore his pubic hairs short and neatly trimmed in the fashion that Louise always preferred and his balls dangled smooth and tight between his legs.

i lapped at it all like a hungry animal, grateful for the honor of serving such a beauty. My tongue swirled up and down the shaft, over the tiny slit, then down again to gently spank his balls. The prince shuddered and moaned when i took them in my mouth one at a time. i licked back upwards again, took the shaft deep into my mouth and sucked him fiercely.

He turned around, his long blonde hair swinging like the mane of a thoroughbred, and unbuckled his belt then slowly snaked out of the britches like a woman exiting a pair of skinny jeans.

The prince was a perfect “V” shape from behind, broad shoulders and a narrow waist. The muscles of his thighs rippled and his buttocks were mouth watering, perfectly molded with a dimpled indentation at the sides below his hips.

my face darted between the buttery smooth cheeks, licked the tight crack, then bathed his sweet and sour anus.

He sighed again as i rimmed the tiny oval.

“you have an educated tongue and appear well-trained,” he said, “and Rosalind says you’re a worthy ride.”

“I want you to sit on my cock and milk it with your slave pussy, but first i have to see how your skin reddens and welts!”

He removed his wide black leather belt from the loops of his riding pants, folded it over and snapped it. i felt dizzy, overwhelmed by his beauty and power.

“Then please Sire,” i begged,” bruise me, blister my rump, scratch me with your nails and bite into my flesh. When you are finished i ‘ll cherish every scar, wear them all like tributes to your power. Reward me with a lingering soreness, Master and i’ll drain your cock delightfully.”

i knelt down in position number twelve with my head to the ground and my back long and vulnerable, my rump arched higher that the rest of my body. Those who study yoga would name it after some exotic animal; i guess it’s easier for a Master to just bark twelve to achieve the same result.

He peppered my back, lightly the first round then harder a second time so that my skin quickly grew hot and prickly and red. He reached down and squeezed the right cheek of my ass in a vise-like grip telling me to prepare for the real punishment.

i arched my heart shaped ass up so the cheeks parted and he got a glimpse of my pussy. When the first hard stroke landed i felt a rush like being stabbed with a thick phallus.

He delivered an intimate severe walloping. i vowed to take each lash with a sharp intake of breath and a hot shot of adrenaline but began whimpering after only ten strokes. The strap covered my rump and thighs so rudely i began squealing like a pig.

i cried out, winced, tried to crawl away. He straddled me, parted my cheeks with his left hand and spanked my pussy with his strap.

i told him i loved him!

He called me a worthless cunt!

Finally he tired and took a seat, two grooms lifted me and i straddled his lap while they greased his cock with lard.

i lowered myself and felt that divine fullness, he sucked my nipples, bit them till I was almost delirious. i rose half way up till i held about three inches inside me, then i squeezed with my sphincter. i watched his eyes grow wide with excitement.

“Do that again,” he said, “please!”

And at the moment the wonderment of it all became vividly obvious to me.

Men are so easy, so manipulative, and now i was in charge. Sore of course, beaten and impaled, but in charge none the less!

“Stroke me,” i ordered, and he did, obediently.

i rode up and down then squeezed again and watched his eyes roll back into his head. He was ready, on the verge, i stopped.

“Please no,” he shouted, “don’t stop.”

i let him beg and plead for a long time, this beautiful and powerful man was mine to shape and mold. i’d found my answer! i’d found a way to save Claire and all the others, not by my strength but through man’s natural weakness.

i walked slowly to the cleansing area, cocky and confident, even with my flesh still burning from the strap and another man’s sperm glistening on my thighs.

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Chapter 10: Horrors Revealed

i walked slowly to the baths as a dozen grooms watched me with voyeur’s eyes. One particularly hungry looking groom stood with his thin tunic standing up like a flag pole between his legs.

“If only you were a prince,” i teased while rolling my tongue out over my lips,

“i’d give you such a party in your pants”!

“But you’re not,” i added flippantly and continued my walk with my hips rolling, pulled back my shoulders so that my nipples protruded, and twitched my rump like a whore.

What fun it was being a tease, what fun watching their cocks stand at attention and feel their eyes burning into my rump!

In the baths i relaxed with my eyes closed and soaked till i became aware of another body and smelled Claire’s beautiful scent. But i opened my eyes to a Claire with such a sad and worried look on her face that my heart actually ached.

Her puffy lower lip was trembling and her emerald green eyes were red and wet.

“i think i’ve been sold, they have stopped shaving me”.

my eyes examined every inch of her lush figure; her small ripe breasts and marvelously curved belly, her wide womanly hips, plump perfectly rounded thighs dotted with freckles, the kind of thighs that always deserved the decoration of long lacy garters.

Finally, i looked at her flower and felt my soul shake. Fiery red stubble dotted the areas around those delicate petals that I cherished so dearly.

i was afraid she was correct, and that time was running out quickly.

i hugged her.

“Don’t worry my pet, i’ve discovered a way to save us, and soon we’ll be free, we’ll all be free”.

She smiled softly, as though she really believed me, and i felt strong again and very capable.

“i can’t wait for your lovely red hair to return i added, but the nose ring will remain in place. It gives you a naughty look that i like. i’ll attach my leash to it when i claim you”!

“Is that possible, is that really possible?”

“Just watch,” i boasted and left the bath to return to the labyrinth so scared and unsure of myself that i felt the urge to pee.

i had barely reached the dark passages when the two men who had examined me the first day, those i mistook for Russians, took hold of me.

They were squat, hairy beasts, heavily muscled and burned brown from the sun. Each took hold of an arm and twisted it back sharply. i struggled, but was powerless.

“This way,” the uglier of the two said in a very broken English.

“There’s an examination table,” said the other in crisp precise words that led me to believe me may have been educated in America.

i was positioned on my back with my arms pulled back over my head and my wrists locked in metal cuffs.

“We’re from an Island in the middle of the Caspian Sea,” the educated one said.

“It’s halfway between Europe and Asia and very small. There are no more than 300 inhabitants, and only two sexes he added, Men and boys”.

He continued while the uglier man buried his hairy face into my armpits, sniffed greedily, and licked the tiny stubble with a scratchy cat’s tongue.

“Men are Dominators, practical, strong, and dashing. And the men of our village are so beautifully sexual that the sperm actually boils inside them like water in a teapot. The boys are sweet and adorable. They must be obedient and yielding, with soft well-kept bodies ready for use. Every boy is individually owned and yet we share them. It’s a beautiful democracy”.

i shuddered.

The other beast ran his hands over my shoulders; my chest, my belly, then over my nipples.

“Like fine silk, he said soft and smooth, but these he added touching the pink buttons on my chest, too small,” he whined,

“I want a boy with thick berries to suck”!

“Not to worry’ the other said, we have weighted clamps and teat cones with little claws feet to stimulate them. You can watch them grow like a farmer tending his garden. When they grow thick and long they’ll be that much sweeter in your mouth”.

The educated one spoke like a used-car salesman pitching a particularly high commission vehicle to an unsuspecting customer.

My skin actually crawled with revulsion and i really sensed for the very first time the terror that had been clutching Claire’s soul.

“Run your hands up between his thighs”.

i felt rough calloused hands inside my legs just above the knee move slowly upward to my crotch.

“See how soft and lightly oiled, so they spread easily Gregor, like finely whipped butter”.

Each of my tormentors took hold of an ankle and pulled my legs back over my head so that i was shamefully open and on display.

They examined my buttocks, “how pretty”.

Their hands patted and pinched my smooth hairless ass, stroked my cock and squeezed my testicles.

i felt heavy foul hot breath on my skin, the stench of onions and too much tobacco.

“Ah, look here Gregor”.

The educated man had been patting and parted my ass cheeks till they opened revealing a final secret

“Look how pink and clean, how the beauty puckers and pulses to match the beating of your heart and the throbbing between your legs”!

i felt a thick wet finger at the entrance to the tender bud. It pushed gently so that I wasn’t actually opened, but tested, and i moaned a shameful sigh.

“Tight like a virgin, tight enough to make your cock sore”.

They laughed, pulled my legs down and clamped them to the table with chrome chains.

The uglier one reached under the examination table and pushed a button that made the table open in half, like a V, so that i was spread-eagled and my buttocks dipped slightly below the wooden surface.

He went to his knees, all I could see was dirty matted hair and in a moment i felt his beard chafing my buttocks.

He breathed deeply.

“Ah this boy wears perfume between his legs,” he inhaled again and a wet serpent-like tongue tickling my anus.

“It’s a custom on our Island for a Man to eat his boy’s pussy before fucking it”, the educated beast said while removing his cock.

He took my collar in one hand and slapped my face very hard.

“Suck it boy, and be grateful for the honor”!

i tried desperately to lie there motionless, like a dead fish waiting for the garbage pail.

But my body and my training failed me.

Louise and Her magical cock had made me into a sex toy unable to control my own passions and soon my hips were rolling, my anus was gripping the brutes cock, and i sucked the other with noisy powerful slurps.

“He has a mouth like a furnace Gregor, your putz won’t be bothered by the frost this winter”.

They laughed, cackled!

When they were done using me they smoked, released my bonds, and fell quickly to sleep.

i walked slowly out of the room with one’s sperm seeping from my anus and the other spilling from both sides of my mouth.

Things couldn’t be worse: and then i saw the grooms, the same group from my last trip, each now armed with a broad wooden paddle forming a gauntlet of punishment.

i knew i deserved the spanking for my shameless taunting earlier and dropped to my hands and knees, arched my rump, and crawled to each man.

i kissed their boots and pleaded for their hardest swats, and of course they kindly obliged.

By the time i reached the baths huge tears washed my face and i was beaten and broken, at the lowest point of my life.

Two things were certain.

Claire and i and all the slaves were up for sale to strangers, and the grooms had made it perfectly clear that late that night i would be gang-raped for acting like a foolish flirting cunt.

i was so low, desperate, defeated, beaten and buggered. But then, where else could i go but up?

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Chapter 11: The Cleansing

Gratefully the following morning was reserved for purification and grooming and after my colonic i took quickly to the herbal pools to treat the terrors of the previous night.

Marnie and Pia greeted me when i entered the pools. Neither spoke a word, yet i knew that they understood my pain and were tending to me with an affection only shared between those who have been brutally sodomized.

Oh, how i loved them for their kindness!

my spirits rose quickly in the company of these pretty boys with their beautiful eyes and lithe hairless bodies. We hugged and kissed, washed with fragrant soaps, then let grooms pat us dry with fluffy white towels on our way to the salon.

Pia had a lean, angular body, curved like a woman’s, and walked with such a graceful seductive sway of his hips that i was reminded of my Mistress Louise. His skin was smooth and colored like milk in stark contrast to Marnie’s ebony hue, and he wore his long fine hair pulled back by a pretty blue ribbon.

The three of us played with paints and powders till our cheek-bones appeared higher, our eyes sparkled with an elaborate touch of mascara and our lips pouted like little Barbie dolls.

We walked down the hallway barefooted on finely sanded and beautifully polished hard wood floors colored a golden oak. The door of the mansion flew open and two extraordinary looking women with thick rippling muscles dressed in tattered spandex jumpsuits entered.

“Perfect timing,” a groom said to the new visitors, “this is our little Estrogen brigade and they will tend to your every need.

“Bathe them,” he ordered, “And tend to their comforts.”

“This way please,” Marnie said, and began a slow suggestive walk towards to the baths.

The younger woman exclaimed, “How odd they are Melba, how curvy and soft. Look at how wide the dark one’s hips are, and how large his rump. And their little cocks stand up so cutely.

The older woman laughed, “Yes Rhea, they are delightful.”

“But they’re high maintenance, extremely emotional, given to tears easily. I’ve seen them cry copiously at the smallest scolding.

“It’s very odd,” she continued, “For all their faults we can become attached to them, like we do with an indifferent cat, a whiny dog, or any of the other house pets we keep. I’ve heard Mistresses complain that half their day is spent spanking these beauties for misbehavior, then petting them for consolation.

“What’s their purpose then, what do they do?”

Melba had us line up then addressed Rhea.

“They’re bred and trained to deliver pleasure. Some are geisha boys, others concubines and courtesans, some ladies maids.

Rhea ran her hands over our bodies; felt us up till we all trembled.

She smelled our skin and exclaimed, “How beautiful, like spice, then squeezed and patted our rumps.

“How delightful, how precious they are, and see how their chubby bottoms jiggle and color.

Melba spoke an order and we bent forward, “There’s more she said, see for yourself.”

Rhea knelt down and examined our pussies.

“Oh my,” she exclaimed, then wet a finger and tested each of us in turn.

“How receptive, how inviting and yielding, I want to have them, I want to have them all!

Melba laughed at t