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Annie's Education Ch. 01

By: one_susie_q



After the long flight overseas I was dead tired. But excited. Here I was, in my early 30's, in England, getting ready to go to Oxford. A late start maybe, but I was finally here. I had spent my years after high school looking after an elderly aunt. My parents had died when I was young and the woman raised me. If you can call it that. A former nun, she was harsh, bordering on cruel. I hadn't dated much and much to my chagrin, I was still a virgin. My social life while she was alive was practically non-existent, but she died 6 months ago, leaving me everything. With no family ties to keep me in the States, I applied to and was accepted at Oxford, to pursue a degree in medieval history. I'd even managed to find a place to live in a nearby village. Practically rent-free too. Now I know there's no such thing as a free lunch, but in my letters from Lord Hillenbroke, I felt reassured that the situation was safe. He and his sister had opened their home to six young women, offering them a place to live while they studied at Oxford in exchange for companionship for them and their occasional houseguests. I'd never seen a picture of the man, but I expected he and his sister were up in years and just enjoyed the company of young people. Besides, he'd been adamant about my being a virgin. I even had to provide him with a doctor's certification to that fact.

Waiting for me at the gate was a young man, dressed in black, holding a placard with my name on it. He was about 6'3" with dark brown hair and deep dark brown eyes. Tan, lean and muscular…didn't look British…maybe Italian? His mouth was absolutely luscious and I found myself wondering what it would be like to kiss it. Blushing at my thoughts I walked over and extended my hand.

"I'm Annie. You must be from Hillenbroke Manor."

He reached out, not to take my hand, but my one suitcase, and walked briskly away. I ran to catch up with him. Not too chatty this one. "Uhm, excuse me, but where I come from, if you don't introduce yourself before taking a woman's luggage they call you a mugger."

He stopped briefly and turned to me. "They call me Rafe, ma'am." His voice was pure liquid sex. And the scent he was wearing. I'd never encountered it before, but it actually had my mouth watering! 

Rafe began walking and I hurried up beside him.

"I take it we're going to the car?"

He nodded.

I realized I wasn't going to get much out of him in the middle of Heathrow so I silently followed him out to the car. He loaded my suitcase in the back of the 1935 Rolls as I began to get in the passenger side.

"Ahem. You'll sit in back ma'am."

Blushing again, I closed the door and realized the car was a limousine. I climbed into the back and was surprised when Rafe handed me a glass of champagne. I started to decline, but he insisted.

"Lord Hillenbroke's orders ma'am. To welcome you to England."

I took the glass and sipped slowly as we began our drive to the manor. Wouldn't do for me to show up tipsy I thought. Soft music flowed from the front of the car and I sat back to enjoy the scenery. It was early morning here and the roads were just beginning to crawl with commuters. I'd been warned that the best way to fight off jet lag was to not sleep for the first 24 hours so I fought to keep my eyes open. The sleepy feeling was accompanied by a familiar tingling in my crotch. My pussy seemed to be on fire and pretty soon I felt my hand go down and begin to slowly rub through the skirt and panties. I stopped. What was I doing? Rafe could easily see me from the rear view mirror. I found that I didn't care. All I wanted was that sweet release…wave after wave of electricity that years of masturbation had taught me to achieve. I drained the last of the champagne and let the glass fall to the floor. Raising my skirt I slipped a finger into my thong. Oh, I was so wet! I rubbed my clit in slow lazy circles as my eyes wandered to Rafe's back. What would his cock feel like…in my mouth…in my pussy? His eyes caught mine and he smiled.

I felt the car slow and stop. Rafe left his seat and walked back to the rear of the limo. Opening the door, he slid in next to me. My senses told me I should have been shocked…embarrassed. But I wasn't. The closer he got the more I wanted him…all of him. I wanted that man's hands on me…everywhere. I wanted to taste him…his mouth, his cock, his cum. I reached for him and he shook his head.

"I'm sorry ma'am. You're not allowed to touch. The master's orders." He reached into a pocket and pulled out a thin velvet cord. Before I knew it, my wrists were pulled up over my head and tied to the passenger strap opposite my head. Rafe eased me down on the seat so I lay there, arms over my head, hands tied to the strap. He ran a finger down the buttons of my blouse, sending tremors through my body. "Oh you are a ripe one aren't you?" he whispered as he undid my blouse. His breath caught as his eyes fell on my 38 DDDs encased in a black lace bra. I've always been proud of my Gibson Girl figure, and I could tell by the growing bulge in his slacks that it was appreciated.

He cupped my breasts in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples in slow circles until they stood out, straining against the fabric. Now I've had boys, and yes, some men, fondle my tits before. But nothing was like what I was experiencing right now. I wanted him to pinch my nipples, squeeze them, take them in his mouth and nibble on them. I bit my lower lip as my hips started bucking against his form. He gave me a deep throaty chuckle. "Oh yes, you are definitely going to be a fun one." With that he bent his head down and began mouthing my tits through the lace as his hand traveled down and raised my skirt. Slipping a finger into my soaking pussy he tugged and flicked at my hard little clit until I thought I was going to die. I have no idea how long he kept at it…pulling my breasts free of the bra, sucking on them…biting my nipples…his fingers flicking and tugging at my clit…then stopping and slipping inside my pussy…only to return to the clit a few seconds later with slow lazy strokes until my moans and whimpers drove him back to tugging and flicking it.

"Oh yeah baby…that's it….you want to cum, don't you?" Rafe was breathing heavily as he finger fucked my pussy, his fingers making wet slurpy noises as they went in and out of my drenched pussy. I nodded. In the dark…. Wait, when had it gotten dark? It didn't matter. All I wanted was that sweet release. Rafe grinned at me. "I can't hear you, little girl. You want me to make you cum, don't you?"

"Oh please….god please Rafe…make me cum…make me cum all over your hand."

With that he intensified his rubbing on my clit, pressing down hard as he rubbed faster and faster.

"oh…oh god yes….ohhhh….god don't stop Rafe….make me cum…..make…me….cum…AAHHHHH"

His mouth closed down on mine to muffle my cries, his tongue darting in and out of my mouth, sucking mine into his. My hips bucked against his hand wildly as wave after wave washed over my body. I felt that orgasm down in my toes! And when I thought it was over, and Rafe slowed his hand, I could feel my pussy throbbing. Rafe would lightly brush against my clit and that would start a whole new orgasm for me. I must have come at least three times. 

Rafe stood up and begin to unzip his pants. As I sat there, laying on the back seat of some stranger's limo, my hands tied above my head, blouse open, tits hanging out, skirt raised, and soaked panties twisted at my ankles, I couldn't help thinking to myself that England was going to be very fun indeed.

I knew I should be scared…protesting…I mean, he was going to rape me wasn't he? But I didn't. I wanted it. Oh how I wanted it. 32 years is TOO long to be a virgin. Now, don't get me wrong, I'd been finger fucked before, and I can proudly say that no man who got a blowjob from me walked away disappointed. In fact, they always came back for more. But nothing thicker than a tampon had been inside my vagina. Not even a dildo, though I'd thought about it. My aunt's heavy ties to religion prevented me from dating much, and she even had problems with me using tampons. 

Rafe straddled me, resting his weight on the back of his shins, looking at me. "You're truly beautiful you know that?" He caressed my face and ran his fingers through my hair. I turned my head and kissed his fingertips, sucking them into my mouth. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, stroking his already hard cock with the other hand. "MMMM….Oh Annie…you are going to make such a good pet…"

I stopped and looked at him sharply. "Excuse me? Pet? What the hell are you talking about?"

He snapped back to attention and looked embarrassed. "Shit. You weren't supposed to know yet. Damn it!"

I struggled to sit up. "What wasn't I supposed to know?" Images of a old, fat, lecherous Lord Hillenbroke began to run through my mind. Oh my god, I'd been suckered into a white slavery ring.

"If I tell you, you can't let on. Promise me. He'll punish me something awful if he knows I've told you. He'll already be pissed that I didn't give you all of the drops." Rafe had turned white with fear. What kind of hold did this guy have over him?

"Alright, I promise, I won't tell. Now what's going on? What drops are you talking about?"

Rafe slid off me and untied my hands. Sighing he ran his fingers through his hair and began his explanation.

"Lord Hillenbroke and his sister, Lady Alysyn…well, they have, uhm, an interesting lifestyle."

"What kind of interesting lifestyle? Incest? White slavery?"

"Oh no…nothing like that. None of us are at the manor against our will. And they certainly don't…not with each other…I've seen some odd things there, but not that. " Rafe turned to me, his face losing its pallor. "They are Master and Mistress of the Manor…and of us. Each one of us has been chosen by either the Master or the Mistress for our sexual appetite. We serve them and their guests. And sometimes, if they wish, each other. When I first met the Mistress, I was 18. Hopelessly shy. But inside me was something, well I can't describe it. I just knew I was different. And the Mistress knew it too. She and the Master trained me to draw on my sexuality, to embrace it. I've been there for almost 10 years now. We can come and go as we please. We just have to give notice and help them find a replacement. Brittney, now she only lasted about 6 months. Tristan's been there the longest I think. He used to be one of the Mistress' boyfriends when she was a teen-ager. Amber, the girl you're replacing, arrived two years after me."

My head reeled. Amber. Amber Dryfoos. I'd met her at the library shortly after my aunt died. She was the first real friend I'd had in a long time. We'd talked about everything…and I mean EVERYTHING. She had always laughed and said what I needed was a good hard fucking…by someone who knew how to teach me. I sat back in the seat, completely flabbergasted. Amber was the one who'd talked me into going back to college. And she was the one who had told me about Lord Hillenbroke and arranged everything. Holy shit! She pimped me for them! 

"God dammit!" I struggled to get out of the car and was stopped by Rafe's strong arm.

"Annie, you promised. You have to at least meet them. They'll explain everything and give you an opportunity to back out. I swear."

Oh was I mad. Who the hell did these people think they were? Well, alright, I'd play their little game. But boy was I going to give them what for when I met them. And then it hit me. Rafe had mentioned drops. Those bastards had drugged me! I turned to Rafe and glared at him. "What did you give me?"

He paled again. "What? Oh…the drops?" He swallowed hard…his adam's apple moving up and down his throat….god it looked so sexy…I reached out and touched it gingerly. 

Wait a minute…I was supposed to be pissed at this guy. All of a sudden I didn't care. I leaned in and gently kissed Rafe's throat. "Mmmhmmm…you mentioned drops. What did you give me?" Whatever it was it had to have been pretty strong. We left Heathrow in the early morning. It was twilight now and I knew Oxford wasn't THAT far away. I must have passed out once we were outside London. I trailed my tongue along his neck, reaching one hand behind his head and the other to his hardening cock. "Rafe, I asked you a question. What did you give me?"

He moaned as my hand slid up and down his shaft. "Oh god Annie…don't stop that. Drops the Mistress developed. Nothing addictive. They release your subconscious. The subject ingests the drops and goes into a hypnotic state, similar to sleep. The subconscious is then awakened and your desires are allowed to come forth. It also…oh god Annie…yes…"

I'd moved my head down to his crotch and was running my tongue along the rim of his head. "Go on…what's the point of drugging me now? Before I'd made up my mind to stay." I flicked my tongue across his head for encouragement. Lord I wanted this cock…wanted to taste Rafe's cum.

"It allows us to see how receptive you are to submission. Your guards are down, if you weren't already open to the idea of submission, you'd resist…oh god yeah baby…you'd put up some sort of fight. I was supposed to test you once we got to the manor."

I let him pop out of my mouth. "We're at the manor? How long have we been here?"

Rafe laughed. "Since about 1:00. I drove around the grounds to see how long you'd play with yourself. You are one very naughty little girl, you know that?" He lightly tapped my nose, playfully scolding me. I nipped the tip of his finger and smiled. 

"A lifetime of sexual repression will do that to a girl. So…did I pass?"

"What?"

"You're test…did I pass?"

"Oh…well you aced the first half. With flying colors too I might add."

"And what's the second part?" Already I was intrigued. Somehow I knew it didn't matter what Lord Hillenbroke required of me…if I could play with this cock while I went to school I'd do just about anything. And besides, my sexual urges had been denied long enough. It was time I saw just exactly what the forbidden fruits of lust and sex were made of.

"Ah. The second part. You submit to me."

"Well, that sounds simple enough." I laid back and spread my legs, "Here I am Rafe…take me!" I couldn't help collapsing in giggles.

"That's not what I meant. First of all, until I say otherwise you cannot call me by my given name. You call me Teacher, do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes Teacher." Still feeling playful I stuck my tongue out at him. I was surprised, yet strangely aroused at the force with which he grabbed my hair.

"That will be enough insolence! You do not speak unless you are spoken too and you treat your Teacher with respect." He wound my hair tighter around his wrist. "Is that understood?"

"Yes Teacher." I couldn't believe I was doing this…and that I was aroused by it.

"Good." He let go of my hair and roughly grabbed my blouse, tearing it as he ripped it from my body. "Take off your bra."

"Yes Teacher." I slipped the black lace bra from my body, my breasts hanging freely, the nipples already erect and hard. Rafe noticed and laughed.

"My my my. An eager student I see." He reached out and twisted one nipple. I gasped and he tugged at it. "SILENCE! No matter what I do to you, you will not make a sound. Is that understood?"

I nodded, tears stinging my eyes. Common sense told me to tell him to stop, that I'd changed my mind. My body, however, had other intentions. My pussy was soaked and my clit already throbbing. 

He tugged at my nipple again, harder this time. "I can't hear you Pet. Is that understood?"

"Yes Teacher." My voice was barely above a whisper.

"Good. If at any point you no longer wish to continue, or I do something you do not like, you will say 'cease' and the test will end."

"Yes Teacher." Oh how I wanted this man. He could truss me up like last Thanksgiving's turkey and I'd say okay. Just as long as I got that cock.

Rafe quickly grabbed my wrists and bound them to the strap. With one swift motion he rid me of my skirt and thong. Without saying a word he quickly undressed and knelt on the seat by my feet. Sticking one finger in my pussy he smiled. "Oh nice and wet…you like this don't you?"

"Yes Teacher."

"What do you like?"

My mind struggled for an answer…what would he want to hear? "I like you playing with me."

"Excuse me?" Rafe raised an eyebrow and withdrew his hand.

"Teacher…I like you playing with me, Teacher."

Rafe pressed his palm against my wet snatch. "Well, that's a start. But I'm not playing a board game with you, you know. Tell me explicitly what you like. I want to hear you say it."

My face flushed. I'd never said those words out loud. Well, there was a first time for everything it seemed. "I like you playing with my pussy Teacher."

Rafe rubbed my mound slowly. "And what else do you like little girl?"

"I like you playing with my clit Teacher."

He rolled my clit between his fingers, tugging at it, manipulating it. My hips started to rise against his hand as my breathing quickened.

"Oh you do like that, don't you?" He stopped abruptly. "No treat yet. Pet must earn her reward." He straddled my chest, his hard cock inches away from my lips. I darted out my tongue to lick his head. He grabbed my hair, gently this time, but firmly. "Uh-uh. A good little girl asks before she takes."

"Please Teacher…let me suck your cock."

"Why should I let you suck it?" He inched it closer to my open mouth then pulled it away.

"Oh please, Teacher…I've tried to be a good girl." Oh man, my mouth was actually WATERING thinking about sucking him. "Please let me show you how good I can suck cock Teacher."

Rafe sat back on his heels, moving his cock down by my tits. "Are we boasting Annie?"

"Oh no Teacher! I just want to please you. Wouldn't me sucking your cock please you?"

He began rubbing his thick rod between my tits. "You're eagerness to please me is what pleases me Annie. I will let you suck me…but you have to answer some questions first."

"Yes Teacher."

"Who is my little pet right now?"

"I am Teacher."

"And I can do what I want with my pet, can't I?"

"Yes Teacher."

Rafe inched his cock closer to my face. "And if I want to fuck my pet's face, I can do that, can't I?"

"Yes Teacher." I took a chance and added, "Please Teacher…fuck my mouth….fuck my mouth with your hard cock."

Rafe grinned and moved his rod to my lips. "Oh I intend to Annie." Without further warning he grabbed my hair and forced my mouth down on his cock. Kinda took me by surprise so I had to fight down the gag reflex. But I began sucking him, twirling my tongue around his shaft and grazing my teeth gently up and down as he fucked my face. Entwining his hands in my hair he pushed my head back and forth, up and down his dick. Soon the car was filled with the sounds of passion.

"mmm…..unnnggh…..slurp"

"Oh god yes Annie…that's it…suck it baby…suck my dick"

I was so aroused by what was happening to me…my juices were running down my legs…my hips bucking up and down. I had my eyes closed as I continued sucking him for all it was worth.

"Open your eyes Annie. Look at me"

I opened them and stared up at Rafe. I had never seen such an open look of caring in another person's eyes. He withdrew from my mouth with a wet pop. Stroking his shaft with one hand, he reached behind and placed a finger on my clit. "Do you need it Annie?"

"Yes Teacher. Please. I need it so badly."

"What do you need Annie?"

"I need your dick inside my mouth Teacher…please…oh god please."

"What else do you need Pet?"

"Your cum Teacher…I need your cum in my mouth."

"And if I choose not to spend in your mouth?"

"Wherever you wish Teacher…I need your cum."

"Good girl Annie…good girl…but you must keep your eyes open."

"Yes Teacher."

With that he plunged back in my mouth…pumping furiously. Soon his hot white juice was running down my throat. I eagerly gulped and swallowed as much as I could, holding the rest in my mouth, anxious not to spill a drop. Oh he tasted soooo good! Wave after wave of hot sticky cum filled my mouth. I watched Rafe as his body tensed and he gave one final groan and the last of his sperm washed down my throat.


Annie's Education Ch. 01



"Oh Christ Annie…you are one hell of a cock sucker." He caressed my hair. "Do you want to cum again?"

"Oh yes, please Teacher." I thought he'd never ask!

"Tell me…tell me what you need."

"I need your dick in my pussy Teacher." My eyes widened. Where the hell had that come from? But yeah, the throbbing in my pussy instinctively told me…what I need was a good hard screw.

Rafe's face fell for a moment. "Annie, I'm sorry. I can't do that. I'm not allowed to enter you."

Oh I wanted to cry with frustration at that point. A gorgeous naked man with a rock hard cock sitting on my chest and he's not allowed to enter me! Tears began to well up in my eyes.

"Oh no love…I didn't mean you couldn't cum," he whispered. He began rubbing my lips slowly, darting in and out of my pussy. "I just meant I couldn't enter you with my cock. The Master has great plans for you. You have to admit, a virgin in her 30's is pretty rare."

I laughed through my tears. "Yes Teacher, I guess it is."

Rafe slid down and spread my lips with his fingers. Gently darting his tongue in and out of me then burying his face in my wet cunt. "Do you like that Annie?"

"Oh yes Teacher…oh god yes!"

He resumed his tongue fucking, taking my hot little clit between his fingers and rolling and tugging it. Again the car was filled with the sounds of passion.

"ooohhh….yes…..oh god yes….please don't stop Teacher…please"

"That's it Annie…cum for me baby….let it loose…I want your cum all over my fingers."

Never let it be said that a man had to ask me twice. With an animalistic groan my body tensed then shook with what had to be the hardest orgasm I ever had. My eyes widened briefly as I felt something gush between my legs. "Oh please dear God," I thought "tell me I didn't just pee!"

Rafe must have read my thoughts because he just grinned as he laughed, "That's my girl…cum for me again Annie…squirt your juice out of that cunt." He pressed down on my clit as he continued to rub and tug at it.

"OOOHHHH YYYEEESSS!" I'm not quite sure which button he'd hit, but I could feel my hot juice pouring out between my legs. "Oh Rafe….oh God yes!" I bucked my pussy up against his hand. Whatever he was doing I wanted more. I had to have more. My body went through one orgasm after another, my pussy throbbing and wet. Soon I laid back, gasping for breath. My hands laid across my chest. Rafe raised an eyebrow and started laughing. I looked down at my hands. I'd cum so hard I'd broken the velvet ties.

"Well, that tells us one thing Annie….it's definitely handcuffs for you in the future."

Sensing the test was over, I laughed and stuck my tongue out at him.



Annie's Education Ch. 02



"Yes Master." I shifted my gaze to the man who had been playing with me. He appeared tall, but then anyone would from my position. Blonde hair and blue eyes. A very sexy dimple in his chin. My eyes roamed over his body. It was very fit and toned. Another man who liked to work out. He wore a short-sleeved button down shirt, black, with snug fitting black docker type slacks. A familiar bulge could be seen at his crotch. Obviously, he'd liked playing with me as much as I'd liked being played with.

I tried to sit up but Master pushed me back down on my knees. "When in the presence of me or Mistress when you are undressed Pet, you will assume this position; on your knees, hands locked behind your head, back arched to show off your breasts. Anytime you hear us say 'supplicant' you will assume this position. Is that understood?"

I assumed the position he described. "Yes Master."

Master sat on a corner of his desk. "Now Pet, Rafe also told me that you're quite the cock sucker. Show me."

I started to make my way over to him and he stopped me. "Not on me. On Tristan." He pointed to where Tristan had moved across the room. I started to rise and again Master stopped me. "Crawl Pet. Crawl over to Tristan and suck his cock."

I did as Master asked, raising my ass in the air, taking slow, steady moves, thinking if it was a show he wanted, it was a show he was going to get. And it would be one that neither of them forgot anytime soon. Nobody teased my pussy like that and just walked away before I was done.

I got down on all fours and slowly made my way over to where Tristan was standing. With slow definite movements I crawled, arching my back and raising my ass in the air; at the same time wondering in the back of my mind a) why I was doing this and b) why was I enjoying it so much? I'd always been an independent woman, and the idea of being at a man's beck and call had always made my skin crawl. Yet here I was, crawling towards a stranger, albeit a very handsome one, getting ready to suck his cock. All at the command of a man I had only met a while ago.

I stopped in front of Tristan, resting on my heels, looking up at him. His blue eyes seemed smoky and there was a hint of a smile at his lips.

"Well," he whispered, "what are you waiting for Pet…the Master said suck it."

I smiled back at him. "Is that what you want Tristan? Do you want me to suck you? To take your hard cock in my mouth like I did Rafe's last night?"

In one swift move Tristan's hand shot out and wrapped around my hair and pulled my head back. The act made my heart jump and a warm tingling sensation began to grow in my cunt. His voice was forceful, but not threatening. "Understand me Pet…you will not call me by my first name unless given permission. And I will not tolerate insolence." 

He released my hair and I went into the supplicant position, my eyes cast down. "I am truly sorry. If I may not call you by your first name, what do I call you."

"You call me what you call anyone of us during your training. Teacher. Now Pet, before the Master becomes impatient I suggest you do as he commanded and," he leaned down and whispered slowly, "suck…my…dick."

"Yes Teacher."

Keeping my hands behind my head I began mouthing him through his slacks. His already hard dick began to swell. As I mouthed him I took a good look at the construction of his fly. While I hadn't much in the area of sexual experience, I did know how to do one thing that could make a man rock hard instantly. Using my teeth I slowly worked his belt loose. It took some doing but the taste of the soft leather in my mouth was something I had always enjoyed, I didn't know why. Going up to the snap I used a combination of my tongue and teeth to get it undone, making sure both men had a good glimpse of my tongue. 

"Tristan, it looks like our new pet forgot to mention some of her abilities," said Master from across the room.

Tristan sighed as my teeth gripped the pull to his zipper. "Indeed it does Master. Indeed it does."

As I pulled the zipper down with my teeth I noticed he had no underwear on. Good…it made my next trick even more effective. Keeping my mouth open as I held the pull between my teeth I took very slow and deliberate breaths in and out of my mouth, making sure that my breath hit his bare skin. As the last of the zipper was undone his cock sprung forth and came close to hitting me in the nose. The feel of my breath on his head had just the reaction I wanted. Tristan moved backwards to one of the sofas in the room. Leaning against one of the arms, he motioned me to crawl over to him.

I did so, slinking my way to him like a cat…at least that was the imagery I was going for. I knelt before him again in the supplicant position. He said he didn't like insolence, but that certainly didn't mean he couldn't be teased.

"What are you waiting for Pet? Suck it…suck my cock for the Master." Tristan's voice was husky and deep. 

I looked up at him briefly then cast my eyes back down to the floor. "Teacher, may I touch it? With my hands, I mean?"

"Yes Annie," said a voice directly behind me. Master had moved and was kneeling behind me. "Touch it…tell me how it feels…how it makes you feel."

Tristan's tool was nothing short of magnificent. I guessed it was about 6 maybe 6 ½" long, and thick…very thick. There were prominent veins running from his balls to the tip of his head. As I traced my index finger along one of the veins I was delighted to see Tristan's stomach quiver.

"It's so smooth….and warm." His shaft felt like velvet under my finger. The tingling sensation in my crotch grew and my mouth began to water. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and slowly stroked up and down. I bent my head closer and let my warm breath caress the head. Tristan moaned softly.

"Annie," Master's voice had a warm reprimanding tone to it. "It's not nice to tease. I told you to suck his dick."

Taking just the tip of my tongue I drew a lazy circle around the head then across it, letting it flick against the hole. Ever so slowly I took his head in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it as my hand continued stroking him. He was so hard yet the skin was extremely soft at the same time. I was almost mesmerized by it. I heard Tristan's breathing become rapid. I pulled my mouth away from his head and used my tongue to trace along the veins of his shaft, slowly…very slowly. My hand moved from his shaft to his sac where I let his balls roll in the palm of my hand.

"Oh god." I heard him whisper.

"Do you like that Tristan?" asked Master.

"Ooooohhhhhh…" was the only response he got.

"Annie, how does this make you feel?"

"Good, I guess…I like knowing I can make him feel this way," I answered in between licks.

"But do you want to keep on sucking it? Do you want to feel his dick in your hot little mouth?" Master knelt right up behind me. I could feel a tell tale bulge pressing against my ass.

"Yes Master."

"I want to hear you say it Annie."

I paused momentarily. I did want to keep on sucking it. I wanted to feel that rock hard cock in my mouth…feel my tongue swirling around it, the insides of my cheeks hitting his shaft. I wanted to feel the head of that dick going as far down as it could. But I couldn't say those things out loud…I'd be too embarrassed.

"Annie…I asked you a question."

"I…I…"

Master's hand shot out and pulled my head back by my hair. His breath was hot against my skin. I damn near came right then.

"Tristan…make her beg. Make her beg for your cock."

Tristan readily complied. "Is this what you want Pet?" he asked, waving his cock just inches from my face. "Do you want this in your mouth?"

"Yes," I whispered. I could feel Master's dick pressing through his slacks against my ass. Instinctively I started to rub against it.

"Yes what Pet?" Tristan asked.

"Yes I want it in my mouth." Oh god how I wanted it in my mouth. My pussy was on fire, my mouth drooling at the sight of that rod just inches from me.

"Say it. Say it so Master can hear you Pet. Say 'I am a little cock hound and I want to suck your dick."

I felt my face flush. "IamalittlecockhoundandIwanttosuckyourdick."

Master pulled my head back further. It hurt a little, but oh lord did it make me hot. 

"Slowly Pet…say it slowly."

Why…why was this making me so excited? They were humiliating me. Purely for their pleasure. I wouldn't subject myself to this any other time, why now? Keeping my eyes down, I took a deep breath and whispered, "I am a little cock hound and I want to suck your dick."

Master gave my hair a sharp yank. "Louder! And look at him this time."

I leveled my gaze to Tristan's smirking face as much as I could with Master's hand wrapped tightly around my hair. Glaring at him, almost hating him for making me feel this way, to want to suck his dick so badly, I repeated the request.

Master released his grip slightly and Tristan moved closer to my mouth…but not close enough. "Good Pet," said Tristan. "Now beg for it slut. Beg me to fuck your mouth with my dick. Tell me how badly you need it."

Tears began to well up in my eyes. But he was right. I did need it. Very badly. "Please Teacher…fuck my mouth with your cock….ooohhhh…." I gasped as I felt Masters finger tap my clit. I pressed my ass harder against Master's slacks. How that man could be comfortable with that huge dick trapped by all that fabric was beyond me. I began rubbing my ass up and down and side to side. Where I learned to do that I have no idea. And what happened next surprised the hell out of me.

I leaned forward and cupped Tristan's ass with my hands, pulling him to me. God he had a tight ass. I quickly deep throated him once, then paused and did it again. I let him pop out of my mouth with a noisy slurp. "Do it Teacher…fuck my mouth with your cock. I need it so badly Teacher….this little cunt needs her mouth fucked….oh god yes…oh please….pleeeeeeaaaaase…" I moaned as Master began flicking his fingers against my clit, hard. Then pulling at it even harder. 

Tristan grabbed my hair in two tight fistfuls. I knew my scalp would be screaming later on but I didn't care. Without warning he shoved his dick in my mouth as far as it would go and directed my mouth up and down by my hair.

"Oh god Master…her mouth is so hot…so fucking hot…"

As his cock moved in and out of my mouth I swirled my tongue around it and grazed my teeth along it gently. Tristan began to buck his hips as he moved my mouth, moaning and sighing as he did so.

"Is she that good Tris?" Master began to circle my clit and slide a finger or two in my soaking wet snatch. His fingers slurped as they went in and out of me…I began bucking my hips against his hand and sucking on Tristan's cock as hard as I could. It all felt so good…so wonderfully good. Soon the room was full of nothing but the sounds of our pleasure.

"Oh god Annie….that's it Pet suck it…suck my dick cunt…suck it harder"

"oohh…..mmmm……oh god yes…Master….yeessss….it feels so goood"

"Do you want him to cum Annie? Do you want him to cum in your mouth?"

"Yes…oh yes….please Teacher…cum in my mouth…let me swallow your juice…oh god…ohohohohohoh" Master had intensified his movements on my clit. My own orgasm was building furiously and I felt my body tense. I don't know why I felt I had to ask, but I did. "Master, please…oh please let me cum….oh god it feels so goood!"

Master must have given some sort of signal to Tristan. Master's arm wrapped around my waist, holding me tight against his groin as the other hand continued to play with my clit, furiously circling it, tugging it, flicking against it. At the same momement Tristan pulled me closer to him by my hair. My nose was pressed right against his stomach, his cock pumping furiously in and out of my mouth. I clenched my hands around his ass as hard as I could, as if squeezing his butt cheeks would milk his cock. With a loud groan Tristan shot his wad down my throat as my body simultaneously clenched and I came all over Master's hand.

Tristan leaned back against the arm, gripping it with his hands. "That's it luv…drink it…swallow my cum…you like it don't you cunt?"

I nodded as I eagerly swallowed all he gave me. It wasn't thick but it wasn't runny either…and it had a very sweet taste to it. I timed my swallows to the throbbing in my cunt as I felt the last shudder of my orgasm work through me.

Master withdrew his hand and pulled me away from Tristan's cock. I surprised myself by whimpering and turning back towards it.

"Now Annie…let the poor boy have some rest." Master laughed as he held out his hand. My cum dripped from his fingers and ran down the palm. "I think you know what I want you to do."

I nodded and eagerly licked my juices from his hand. Master ran his other hand through my tangled hair. "Thank you Tristan, that will be all for now." He pulled me to my feet as Tristan left the room. As he walked back to his desk, I stood there, confused. Now what, I wondered.

"You pleased me very much just now Annie. You showed me you have spirit but that you can obey commands. And while it took some coaxing this time, I'm sure before long I'll have you expressing your desires eagerly. You may go now Annie. Dinner is at 7:00 sharp. Please come properly dressed." With that he turned his attention back to the papers on his desk and I left the room. It wasn't until I was half way up the stairs that I realized I didn't have a stitch on. And I really didn't care.

When I got to my room there was a note laying on the bed.

"Mistress desires your presence in the lab for inoculations. Go to the main floor and turn right at the foot of the stairs. When you reach the end of the hallway, turn right then right again."

I got dressed in my previous outfit (without the thong this time) and made my way to the lab. I wondered what kind of vaccinations she had in mind. 

When I reached the door of the lab I looked in. Mistress was about as tall as her brother, with long strawberry blonde hair, but those same piercing brown eyes. She had a slender build with a slight waist, but her bust line was impressive. I knocked on the doorframe and she looked up at me.

"Oh good, Annie. I've heard a lot about you. Please come in, there's nothing to be afraid of."

"Yes Mistress." I walked in and stood beside her desk, looking around the lab. Along the wall were a series of bottles with names on them. There was one for every person in the house. The countertops had your usual lab equipment and there was a computer in the corner.

"Just have a seat here," Mistress nodded to a chair beside her desk. "I won't be but a moment. You had a nice flight?"

Taken aback by her conversational tone, I stammered. "Yes…yes Mistress. It was long but okay I guess. I've never flown before."

Mistress smiled as she walked over to me. "I'm guessing you've done a lot of things you haven't done before lately, am I right?"

I don't know why, but I felt completely at ease with her. Smiling, I felt like I was talking to an old friend. "Yes, you could say that. But then, there are some things I think I've waited far too long to do."

Mistress prepped a syringe and my arm, motioning for me to make a fist. "Like what? Don't worry…just going to draw some blood. Routine…I'm doing my doctorate in genetics."

I kept my eyes to the wall in front of me…I'd never liked the sight of my own blood being drawn. "Well, Mistress, you'd have to admit, 32 is pretty old to be a virgin."

She laughed, the sound floating around the room like tiny bells. "Yes, I don't know if I could have lasted that long." She undid the tie on my arm and eased the needle out of my arm. Walking to the other side she wiped my arm with another alcohol swab. I eyed the other syringe cynically. Mistress laughed again. "No need to worry dear." Holding the syringe up in front of me she explained "Just a simple antihistamine…in case there are some allergens here you're not aware of." She gave me the injection and went back to her desk. "Annie, a word about Alex. She's going to make it pretty rough for you I'm afraid. But don't worry. You've already got a fan club going."

Was that a compliment? I decided it was. "Thank you Mistress."

"Not at all luv. Now run along. You should probably rest up before dinner. We dress for dinner here. You'll find an arrangement of evening gowns in your closet. If you're unsure of what to wear, ask Chloe. She's got a wonderful eye."

"Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress." I left the lab and made my way back to the stairs. 

Just before I reached the foot of the stairs and arm reached out and grabbed me. It was Alex, and by the flaring nostrils I could tell she was pissed. Royally pissed.

"Don't you EVER do that again you little bitch!" She spun me around and slammed me up against the wall, gripping my arm so hard tears sprung to my eyes.

"Do what? And let go…you're hurting me,"

"I'll do more than hurt you if you pull a stunt like that again with Master." She relaxed her grip but stepped in closer. 

"I don't know what you're talking about." I tried to shove her aside but she slammed me back against the wall.

"You bloody well do too know what I'm talking about. Because of you I'm being punished at dinner tonight. This will be the first and LAST time Annie. Do you understand me? Because I will make sure Master sees you for the tasteless gutter snipe that you are if you cross me again." She released my arm and stalked off.

"Whatever." I went upstairs and laid down. Mistress was right, suddenly I was very tired. 

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Annie's Education Ch. 03



I awoke to see Chloe sitting beside me, stroking my hair. "Get up sleepy head. You still have to dress for dinner."

I sat up and smiled. Here was another girl I felt like I'd known my whole life. "Hey you…why didn't you tell me the thong would get me in trouble?"

Chloe pouted, her tiny lips making a pink heart in the center of her chin. She looked so angelic I could have kissed her right then. What the hell was I thinking? Kissing another woman? I barely remembered kissing my mother when I was younger and my aunt was never one for physical demonstrations. Not counting the occasional ruler across the knuckles.

"I'm sorry about that Annie. Alex insisted."

"I was only teasing. So that was what she was talking about. I told Master she had insisted. Is that why she's getting punished at dinner?"

"Yes. But that's not all she's mad about."

The door burst open and a trio of giggling females came in the room. Sara was in the middle, flanked by Miranda and Lin Mai. "Hey you two…don't dish without us!" Sara flung herself on the bed as Miranda went over to my closet and started pulling out dresses.

Miranda was absolutely striking. Skin the color of hazelnut coffee, doe-like brown eyes and a striking figure. Definitely a slender version of me…hourglass figure with the curves in all the right places. She held out a lavender gown with a deep v in the front and back. "Ladies…selection number one for our new roomie."

Lin Mai had seated herself at my vanity. Alabaster skin and waist length jet black hair. She had very petite features, almost doll like. She moved and spoke with an innate grace that took my breath away. "Lavender Miranda? Or something green, so she gets another reaction like this morning.?"

The room collapsed in giggles. Obviously I was missing something. I got up and walked over to the closet. They had dressed me once already today. Plus I was dying to see what else was in my closet. "You girls want to share?"

Miranda threw a friendly arm around my waist, briefly hugging me. "Tristan couldn't stop talking about you. And Master's reaction…that's NEVER been done before."

I pulled out a scarlet red number, short and flirty. "What's never been done before? Chloe…this is a bit much for the first night isn't it?"

"Hmmm…yes, I think so. Not quite the image you want to go for tonight." She lay across my bed on her stomach, playing with the pillow sham. "And well, I know Master certainly never let me know the reaction I had on him during MY interview."

Pawing through my closet for something else I turned around. "What?" All four girls were looking at me with a mix of delight, admiration and awe. "He only said he was pleased. Oh come on you guys…surely he said something similar to you."

Lin Mai spoke up. "Of course he said something similar silly. But he never rubbed against me on the first day."

"I had to wait a full month before I got to feel that luscious cock against me." Miranda had pulled out a white dress, Grecian style, with the deep v's in front and back, along with two slits up the sides of the floor length skirt. "I think we have a winner!" She held the dress up in front of me while the rest applauded.

Sliding out of my clothes I turned to them. "What are you talking about?" I looked at the dress, at my bra, then the dress again. What the hell, I thought, and I took it off.

Sarah helped me step into the dress. "When you were sucking Tristan's cock, did Master rub his dick against you or not?"

I blushed deeply. Word certainly traveled fast around here. "Yes. He didn't do that with any of you?"

A chorus of "No!" and giggles was all the answer I got. "Well that certainly explains why Alex was so hot under the collar today."

"Yes," said Sarah as she made adjustments to the dress. "You certainly made an enemy out of her." Her hand brushed my arm. I looked down and saw an ugly blue and green bruise where Alex had gripped it earlier. "Did she do this to you?" Sarah's hands ran soothingly over my arm, as if to wipe the bruise away from my skin.

"I guess so…should have told her I bruise easily. Master won't be happy if he sees this, will he?"

Lin Mai walked over with a box of jewelry. "No, I'm afraid he won't. Which will only make Alex more upset with you. But it just might be the push needed to put her back in her place." As she spoke she rooted around the box. "Aha!" she cried, holding up a delicate gold filigree choker. She handed it to Miranda who wrapped it around my neck and fastened it.

"Luv, it's perfect on you!" she whispered, giving my earlobe a little nibble.

I blushed deeply and pulled away, embarrassed by my body's reaction. It seemed quite natural to turn my head and kiss Miranda fully on the lips. Where I got that feeling I had no idea, but I liked it and that disturbed me. I pulled away slightly and concentrated on the rest of the jewelry. My eyes lit upon an arm bracelet in the same design as the choker. I slipped it up my arm and over the bruise. "There…that should hide it well enough." I turned to go downstairs. "Aren't you guys coming?"

"You're not going to tell Master?" Chloe stepped up to me and took an arm. Lin Mai walked on the other side of us, holding my other hand. Sarah and Miranda followed closely behind, teasing each other with little kisses and nibbles. They honestly couldn't keep their hands off one another.

"Nope," I said as we proceeded downstairs. "It will only make her more upset with me. I've got a few ideas on how to handle Miss Alex. My aunt always said you can trap more flies with honey than you can with vinegar." At the foot of the stairs my gaze drifted to the office where my training had begun. I felt my skin go hot and my pussy get moist at the thought of what I'd done that morning…had wanted to do…and wanted to do again.

The girls steered me across the hall to another room with large swing doors. This must be the parlor I thought to myself. As we walked through I saw I was correct. The room was quite large, with a fireplace in the center. Overstuffed couches and arm chairs were scattered about the room, with end tables and coffee tables placed near them. Each of the tables had the same hook Lord Hillenbroke's desk had. Was there no room in this house that he didn't use for training I thought?

The girls scattered off to say hello to our fellow housemates. Lord Hillenbroke was standing in front of the fireplace, highball in hand, dressed in a very classy black and white tux. It didn't take me long to decide there wasn't anything this man would not look good in. He was talking quietly with Alex, who didn't look at all pleased. He looked up and nodded in my direction and she turned her head sharply, frowning. Master whispered something in her ear and she scowled slightly but made her way over to me. She was dressed in a midnight blue gown, slit almost down to her bellybutton, the material gathered around her crotch, barely covering it, then another slit from the bottom of her pussy to the hem, exposing her long, graceful legs. 

"I'm sorry I tricked you this morning Annie," she said, her voice audible to everyone in the room, but lacking any warmth or sincerity. I braced myself as she laid her hands on my shoulders and kissed me on both cheeks. "I hope you'll forgive me."

Thinking only that it would annoy the hell out of her, I kissed her back, my lips lingering longer than necessary on her cheeks. "It's forgotten Alex. I hope we can become good friends."

Mistress came up to us and took my hand. "That's a good girl Alex. And you too, Annie. I don't know of many of our pets who could forgive and forget quite so easily. Now come, meet the rest of us." She took my hand and led me around the room. "The girls you know already."

I nodded, taking in the people around me. All the women were dressed in floor length gowns, with at least one slit, covering the essential parts of their bodies, yet making them look decadently uncovered at the same time. Each dress was in a color to set off the girl's eyes and hair. The men were all in dress tuxes.

Mistress continued her introductions. "You've met Rafe…and Tristan…" as she spoke Rafe took my hand and kissed it, nibbling on my knuckles. The simple act sent shivers up my spine as I recalled my test of the night before. Mistress' hand caressed Tristan's cheek as he too, took my hand and kissed it, smiling warmly.

Mistress led me across the room to where three men I hadn't seen before were standing. "This is Jean Claude." 

The first man stepped forward and kissed my hand, "Bon soir mademoiselle." His thick French accent knocked the air out of my lungs. His voice was deep and husky. I let my gaze fall over his body. It seemed only fair that since his dark brown eyes were burning through what there was of my dress that I could do the same. I liked what I saw. Very much. His hair was jet black, cut short and swept back, a few stubborn strands fell across his forehead, giving him the look of a mischievous schoolboy who was trying to pass for James Bond. His chin was strong and square with a cleft . His body was lean and hard and I felt myself willing him to turn around so I could look at his ass. If it was like his front I bet I could bounce a quarter off it. Mistress' voice broke my concentration.

"Jean Claude is our resident chef…he's wonderful Annie. You haven't lived until you've had his version of 'death by chocolate' . This," she continued, motioning to Eye Candy Number Two, "is Philip. He is a fellow student at Oxford. What is it again, dear?"

"American History, Mistress." He turned his gaze to mine. "We'll be in the same college. While we won't have the same classes I'm sure we can help each other study." He flashed an impish grin and I felt my heart hit my stomach. Blonde and blue eyed, Philip looked every bit the Oxford student…not too preppy, but not too art school either. He wasn't as muscular as the others, but he wasn't something you'd turn away from either. He turned to say something to Jean Claude and I caught a glimpse of his ass. Oh yes, I thought, just enough there to grab on to.

The third man stepped forward. The sound of my heart beating filled my ears and the people and sounds around me faded and became blurred. He was tall, maybe 6'3", long brown hair down to his shoulders, golden brown eyes with flecks of green in them. A strong jaw line and a cleft in the chin, like Jean Claude's, only a bit deeper. I could make out a couple of scars along his cheeks, from a fight I imagined. He was lean and from the way he filled his tux, slightly muscular. My mouth began watering and I prayed silently that I wasn't drooling.

The stranger gave me an appraising look and took a long drink from his highball. "Well, Rafe, you weren't lying. She is very easy on the eyes. Looks a bit timid for my taste though." His voice had a strong Irish brogue to it, almost melodic and very, very sexy.

"Aidan," Mistress scolded him, "behave yourself. Yes," she stopped him before he could retort, "I know it's difficult for you, but at least try." She turned to me and smiled. "Aidan works in the stables. Sometimes I wonder why we ever let him come into the house."

"Because, Mistress, you like the way I suck your clit."

Mistress' voice turned ice cold. "Excuse me, Aidan? Have you forgotten your lesson already? Do I need to teach you again how to speak to your mistress?"

I delighted in watching Aidan flush as he stumbled through an apology. Before any of us could speak again, a gong announced that dinner was ready.

We made our way through another set of doors into the dining hall. Master and Mistress sat at opposite ends of the table with the rest of us scattered down the sides. Candles on the table and along the walls gave the room a darkly romantic glow. I took in my surroundings as I was seated at Master's right. No hooks for leads on the tables, but the sconces on the walls had rings at the bottom. During dinner, Master explained the workings of the household to me.

"You'll have noticed by now that most of the men here do some work on the grounds. It's not required to work here as a servant and as a pet, but some prefer it that way. We also have a complete staff of servants, most of whom are strictly that. There is no playing with them by any of the pets, our guests or ourselves."

"And the people in the surrounding villages accept what goes on here?" It was more than a little difficult to believe what went on could be kept secret or that any parent would willingly let their offspring work here.

"Some do, some don't. Most of their sustenance comes from working here…either in the house or on the land."

"Well," I said, as the first course was cleared away, "you learn something new every day, don't you?"

Master laughed. "Annie…you delight me. You seem to accept things the way they are on the surface without questioning. Training you will be a treat." His gaze settled on the bracelet. "Is that a bruise underneath, Annie?" He frowned, his bottom lip pouting slightly.

I glanced briefly across the table at Alex. "Yes Master. It must have happened when I put the bracelet on my arm. It was rather tight and I bruise easily."

Master's lips pursed in concentration. "Yes, it appears you do. We'll have to keep that in mind, won't we." He looked down the table at Alex. "I believe you've had enough, Alex."

She pushed her plate away and cast her eyes down.

"Alex," Master's voice was stern. "We talked about this. When you finished your meal, what were you to do?"

"Leave my seat Master, and kneel at your feet."

"I'm waiting Alex." She pushed away from the table and came by Master, across from me. "No Alex. Beside Annie. NOW." Alex came over beside me and knelt in the supplicant position. Master patted her head. "If you're good during the remainder of the meal I might let you have a treat from the table. But no begging."

I looked at Master questioningly. "This is her punishment? To kneel beside you during dinner?" This is what she was so upset about?

"It is only part of it Annie. The rest of her punishment will come after dinner."



Annie's Education Ch. 04



Jean Claude had outdone himself with a fiver course meal. As we ate, I talked with those around me, answering questions about America, my upbringing, how I'd met Amber. I watched the other girls as I ate and talked. They all seemed so at ease with this situation. Clearly it was part of dinner to play and tease those around you. Fingers and necks were being licked and nibbled. Hands disappeared under the table and more than one fork was dropped. It was a truly erotic scene and they all acted like nothing unusual was going on. I wondered how soon it would be before I was able to act the same.

I hadn't eaten so much food before and was surprised that I didn't feel bloated and listless. Instead, I felt energized…and hungry…but not for food. Servants cleared the dishes and as we rose I expected to go back to the parlor. Instead, Sarah, Chloe, Aidan and the others moved to one side of the hall. The servants came back and moved the table and chairs to the other side of the hall Cushions were brought in and tossed on the floor. Master took my hand and led me to one of them.

"Don't look so scared Annie. This is all part of your indoctrination. Tristan, go and get the necessary items."

Tristan left briefly and returned with a series of leather ties draped over his arm and a tray full of different items; some sort of lotion, clamps of some sort, and a series of vibrators.

"Alex, present yourself." Master's voice was hard and cold. Alex walked over to Master and again, knelt in the supplicant position. "Why are you being punished Alex?" 

"Because I tricked Annie so she would get punished Master." Her eyes were cast down and I could hear her hold back tears.

"And why did you do that Alex?"

"Because I was jealous Master."

"Jealous of what?"

"I didn't want her to have you Master."

"Alex, who is the pet here?"

"I am Master. My body is yours to do with as you please."

"And if I chose to pleasure myself with another can you say otherwise?"

"No Master."

"Stand up." Master took her by her arms and brought her roughly to her feet. "Now repeat after me. I am a worthless pet."

"I am a worthless pet." Silent tears began to run down Alex's face.

"I have forgotten my place."

"I have forgotten my place."

"I need to be punished."

"I need to be punished."

"Very good Alex. You know what to do now."

Alex walked over to one of the wall sconces and lifted her arms above her head so her hands could wrap around the hook that held the ring. Tristan, Rafe and Jean Claude approached. Taking the leather ties, Tristan tied Alex's arms tightly to the sconce. Tristan took something that looked like a bit and placed it between her teeth and fastened it behind her head. Jean Claude stepped up and unhooked the front of her dress. Her pert breasts stood out and her trimmed pussy hairs glistened with moisture. As Jean Claude poured some of the lotion onto his fingertips, Tristan and Rafe leaned in and suckled her tits. Alex closed her eyes and moaned against the bit. The two men began to stroke her skin as the sucked and nibbled on her breasts. Jean Claude stepped up and rubbed the lotion up and down her wet slit and put a large amount on her clit.

"What is he doing?" I whispered to Master.

"The lotion will enhance the nerve endings there. It will make her orgasm, if I allow her to have one, much stronger."

I looked up at him. "Do you always use it for punishments?"

"No…sometimes we use it during training or during one of our entertainments." Master led me to one of the cushions and sat me down. "Now watch."

Jean Claude knelt between Alex's legs and blew lightly on her cunt. Alex writhed against the ties and moaned in frustration. Jean Claude chuckled. "You want it don't you, you little bitch. You want a hard cock between your legs don't you? Well, you're not going to get it." He reached up and took a set of clamps and attached them to the lips of her pussy. Tristan pulled away from her breasts and handed another set of clamps to Rafe, who attached them to her nipples. The three then walked away.

I watched, amazed and aroused as the others in the room began to pair off. Sarah and Miranda began kissing, flicking their tongues against each other as they undressed. Chloe undressed Aidan with the finesse of someone who had done it before and knelt in front of him and began to lick and stroke his cock. Rafe and Philip placed Lin Mai between them and began to undress her, stopping to suckle at her breasts, to lick her wet pussy and caress her ass. Mistress was laying down on the floor, skirt raised, as Tristan knelt between her knees and hungrily lapped at her cunt.

I felt Master's arm around my shoulder. "Watch them Annie…see how freely they give themselves?"

I nodded. Suddenly my throat was very, very dry. Without thinking, one hand went to my breasts and started rubbing it through the fabric. I heard Master chuckle as he nuzzled my neck.

"What do you feel Annie? Does watching them excite you?" He unfastened my dress and slid it from my shoulders.

"Yes Master, it excites me." My cunt began tingling and again I had that instinctive need to have it filled.

Miranda and Sarah rose and went over to Alex. Sarah pulled and flicked at the clamps at her breasts while Miranda knelt down and licked and fingered her wet pussy. Alex moaned and twisted, not to get away from their touches, but instead to get more of them. Sarah knelt down to join Miranda and soon their two tongues were lapping away at Alex's cunt as the fingered each other. Alex's moans got louder, more insistent. When it appeared she was about to cum, Sarah and Miranda stopped playing with her clit and moved to a 69 position, hungrily lapping and sucking each other's clits, pinching and pulling at each other's nipples. I felt Master's hands reach down to my tits, rolling my nipples. I sighed in response as Miranda and Sarah came together in one loud muffled groan.

They moved away from Alex as Chloe and Aidan stepped up. Aidan was totally nude, his tanned body glistening in the candlelight. Chloe knelt before him and sucked his hard cock.

"Look at this Alex," whispered Aidan. "Don't you want to suck this cock? Or do you prefer only Master's cock now?" He began to slide a finger in and out of Alex's pussy, teasing her clit every so often. "MMMM…and Chloe does such a very good job sucking my cock. Oh yes…that's it Chloe…use your tongue…yes…oh god yes…suck it…suck my cock Chloe!" He fisted his hands in Chloe's hair, pulling and pushing her mouth up and down his tool. His ass clenched and he pulled from Chloe's mouth and pointed his cock at Alex, shooting jet after jet of hot sticky cum all over her pussy. He rubbed it into her skin, getting plenty on his finger. He then smoothed his finger around the bit in Alex's mouth, laughing. "Master said you could have a taste…but only a taste."

During this time I had pushed my dress down and was fingering my pussy as Master licked and sucked at my tits. "That's it Annie…that's it my pet," he murmured between kisses. "Pleasure yourself….finger that hot little clit for me."

Lin Mai, Rafe and Philip were the next to go in front of Alex. Lin Mai got down on all fours with Rafe behind her ass and Philip's proud cock in front of her mouth. "Alex…you want these dicks don't you? You know how good I'm going to feel as Rafe fucks my cunt and Philip fucks my mouth." With that Rafe plunged his cock deep inside Lin Mai's snatch, his balls slapping her ass as he pumped in and out of her.

"Oh god, she feels so good Alex," Rafe moaned. "Hot and tight…oh god now she's gripping my cock…yes oh shit yes Lin…god damn baby you're so good."

Lin Mai mumbled something in response, her mouth full of Philip's dick, sucking it in the same motion as Rafe's pumping. Philip had one hand in Lin's hair, the other in Alex's pussy, playing with her clit. Both men groaned as they shot their wads. Philip pulled his finger from Alex's cunt just as she was about to cum. She groaned in frustration.

As they moved away and Tristan and Mistress took their place, Master knelt in front of me. "Annie…what do you need right now?"

"I…I…I don't know Master." And indeed I didn't know what I needed besides some sort of release. My pussy wanted to be filled with something hard and thick. My nipples were crying out to be sucked and licked. My mouth watered for something to suck. I was surprised to find myself thinking that at that point I didn't care it was cock, tit or pussy, but I HAD to have something in my mouth.

"Do you want me to lick you?" Master asked as Mistress moaned and thrashed on the floor in front of Alex, Tristan hungrily lapping at her box.

"Yes, Master…oh god yes…please lick me…lick my pussy." 

Master motioned Tristan and Mistress away and moved us to the floor before Alex. "Alex, I want you to keep this image in your head. I decide who sucks my cock and who I pleasure. Not you. Not any one of the pets. Just me." With that, he straddled my face and buried his lips in my crotch. I sucked hungrily at his cock, not giving it the attention I had to Rafe or Tristan's, just wanting to suck on it, lick on it, to feel his cum shooting down my throat. My hips bucked and ground against his mouth as he tongue fucked my wet slit and fingered my clit. It was as if every nerve in my body was on fire. I lost all consciousness of who was in the room watching, that Alex was bound and gagged in front of me, that I was participating in something that would surely set her off again. I didn't care. All I wanted was Master's tongue and fingers in my cunt and his cock in my mouth.

As I came, my hips bucked up against Master's tongue and his cock popped from my mouth. "Oh yes…Master…yes…oh god please…please fuck me…YES…YES…YES…" I took his cock back in my mouth and sucked without abandon. Soon I was rewarded with a flood of hot sticky cum running down my throat and the sound of an animalistic groan from Master. I licked and sucked him clean as I tried to catch my breath. Master helped me to my feet and led me over to Chloe and the other girls. 

"You brought this on yourself Alex. I hope after tonight you will have learned your lesson." He started to walk out of the room, followed by Mistress and the rest of us. "Tristan, stay here and follow my instructions. She is not to sleep or to cum until dawn. Do you understand?"

Mistress stopped and looked from Tristan to Master. "But Simon, I thought…"

"What, Alys? You thought what? We agreed someone needed to tease her all night."

"But I had plans for Tristan this evening. Couldn't one of the others do it?"

"No Alys. Tristan will remain behind. Your plans will have to wait." With that Master walked to his office and we heard the doors close and lock.

Mistress looked briefly at Tristan and I could have sworn I saw longing in her eyes. Just as quickly her eyes went blank and she turned to us. "Alright, that will be all this evening. Annie, I expect you should go straight to bed. Jean Claude, will you please follow me?" 

We watched as they walked towards her lab and then we proceeded up stairs. As I ascended them, my pussy still throbbing from my orgasm, I heard a gentle hum and Tristan's voice as Rafe closed the dining room doors. 

"You heard Master, Alex. No cumming for you until daybreak. And since you've ruined my plans for the night, don't think I'm going to make this easy on you. However, I do believe this is going to be fun."



Annie's Education Ch. 05



That night I dreamt of Amber. Strange, silent dreams that made me warm and moist and made my nipples stand out like tiny erasers.

I was sitting at one of the long tables at the village library where I'd grown up. I heard the librarian come up to the table, but when I looked up, it wasn't Edith Hilgart…it was Amber, her long blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders, her full lips glistening in the soft light of the table lamps. She's stark naked. Her full 36 C's are firm, the nipples hard. She notices me staring and laughs. She backs away and begins rubbing her thumbs across her nipples in slow lazy circles. As she leans back against the table across from mine, her hands move down to her trimmed pussy. I leave my books and walk to her, resting against the table, watching her. She closes her eyes and slips a finger between her lips. It comes back noticeably wet. She offers it to me. I tenuously stick out my tongue and slowly lick her juices from her finger, my eyes never straying from hers. 

She gives me a slow mysterious smile and reaches out for me. As I feel her hands on my breasts I realize that I'm in the middle of the library without a stitch of clothing. Amber leans down and takes a nipple in her mouth, gently sucking and nibbling at it. A low moan escapes my lips. I close my eyes and lean my head back as I feel her warm hand slipping between my lips and fingering my clit. My head begins to reel as I think of how wrong this is, what my aunt would do if she found me like this…with a woman…in public. Amber senses my confusion and pulls back, a sad smile on her face. She motions for me to sit in the chair in front of her, and then gets up on the table. Spreading her legs in front of me, she leans back on the table, bracing herself with one hand. The other begins a slow dance on her clit and in her pussy, moving in slow lazy circles on her button, then slipping a finger or two into her moistness before coming back to her clit and pulling on it. Occasionally it moves up to her breasts where it pinches and tweaks her nipples. 

With Amber's cunt right in front of me I can smell her scent and see her juices as they begin to flow. My own pussy throbs and begins to tingle in response. Unable to resist, I reach a hand down and begin fingering my clit, my mouth dry as I watch Amber pleasure herself. She sees me masturbating and smiles. Reaching behind her she brings out a sleek, silver vibrator. As she slips it between her lips her hips begin to move up and down slowly. She deftly works the vibe in and out of her pussy, sitting straight up now so her other hand can finger her clit and pinch her nipples. Her eyes are closed and she is oblivious to me or anyone else who might see. Her motions become faster and faster as she pumps the vibe in and out of her pussy. Amber's long blonde hair begins to morph into Chloe's red hair…. the body begins to morph into Chloe's. 

Chloe looks at me and smiles coyly as she pushes the vibe deep inside. Winking, she crooks a finger and beckons me and I find myself kneeling before her, my hand over hers as we slide the dildo in and out. The scent…it's so strong and sweet…without realizing what I'm doing I lean in and tentatively take a slow lick on her clit. Chloe's hand leaves the vibe and goes to my hair. Gently pushing me closer to her snatch, silently urging me to taste more, to lick at her clit and pussy. Twisting and turning the vibe as I slide it in and out of Chloe, I take her clit into my mouth and gently suck at it, making it harder. Her hips rise to meet my mouth. I pull away, taking the vibe with me and look at her, so lovely lying back against the table, her legs spread. Her mouth in that adorable heart shaped pout. She wants more…she needs more. Smiling, I take the vibe and bring it to my lips and clean her juices from it, my eyes never leaving hers. She nods her head, smiling. I slide the dildo in and out of my mouth, as if it were Master's cock while Chloe fingers herself. With my mouth wet with her juices, I lean down and kiss her, my tongue sliding into her mouth, dancing slowly with hers. 

Then suddenly Chloe becomes Sara, the red hair morphing into a golden brown bob. The breasts pressed against mine become fuller, softer. Our kiss deepens, tongues dancing in and out of each other's mouths as our hands busy themselves exploring the body before them. Fingers pinching and tweaking, teasing and toying, becoming tools of mutual pleasure. Grinding our pussies against each other as we kiss I feel a presence behind me. Hands along my back, moving my hair out of the way. Soft lips placing gentle kisses along my shoulder blades. I open my eyes and see a pair of feminine hands on Sara's shoulders, Chloe's by the look of them. The hands behind me snake around and go to my breasts as I break the kiss with Sara and begin to nuzzle her neck. The fingers on the mystery hands long and slender, a ring on the right hand I recognize as one Amber always used to wear. I feel a sigh escape my lips as Amber begins to fondle my tits. 

As if choreographed, Chloe straddles a chair, her ass raised in the air and Sara kneels before her, her hands gripping Chloe's ass as she buries her head to lick what I've already tasted. I feel Amber's hands pushing me to the floor and turning me so I'm half sitting half lying on the floor between Sara's legs. I scoot to a more comfortable position, one where I can easily lick Sara as she eats Chloe, leaving my own pussy exposed for Amber. Needing no encouragement, Amber sinks to the floor, kneeling between my legs, her tongue eagerly lapping at my box. My hips rise off the floor with the first touch of her tongue. Using her fingers to spread my lips, Amber alternates short, quick licks with long, deep sucks on my clit. My mind is reeling with the reality of what's going on around me. Everything I'd been taught to find disgusting and immoral was becoming erotic and beautiful. 'How? How could this be wrong', I think as my hands caress Sara's ass as my tongue goes deeper inside her. 

Sensing movement around us, I take a glance around the library and panic slightly as I realize we are no longer alone. The men of the house are surrounding us, watching us. But where are the other women I wonder? Alex? Lin Mai? Miranda? Mistress? Suddenly I feel myself being pulled out of my body and I see the scene below me. The women of Hillenbroke Manor are in a continuous daisy chain, each one feeding off another. Naked bodies glistening with sweat, writhing in pure sexual abandon as the men stand around them, stroking their hard cocks. As waves of pleasure wrack our bodies, I fall back into my body with sudden force and I awake to feel my own pussy throbbing, in the midst of a powerful orgasm.

A quick movement by my bedside caught my eye. Someone was in the room with me. Panicking, I sat up as the figure dashed out of the room. Crap. Who had been in here with me? The shadow looked male, but it was gone so quickly I couldn't really tell. My mind raced with the possibilities…my throbbing pussy told me that if I hadn't stimulated myself, someone definitely had. Which was against the rules. If that figure was Alex, would she tell? Oh yes, she'd definitely tell. But if it wasn't Alex, who was it? And would they tell? If Master knew, what would he do to me? I'd been asleep, dreaming…that surely didn't count as playing with myself without his permission or without him present, did it? I knew he'd been pretty lax with me so far, but just how far would his mercy extend? 

As I lay back down I began going over the dream. What did it all mean? Freud said dreams were a window to the soul…was I closet lesbian? Bi? How could I be bi? I'd never had sex with a woman. Lord…I hadn't even had sex yet! 

It was still dark out, just barely dawn. I rolled over and tried to block it out of my mind, willing myself back to sleep. As I drifted fitfully back to sleep, I noticed something else strange. My room, or rather my sheets seemed to be saturated with a strong scent…similar to the one I'd encountered in Master's library. Odd, very odd.



Annie's Education Ch. 06



What seemed like a second later I felt the blankets being brusquely yanked away from me. I opened a sleepy eye and saw Alex, completely disheveled and mad as hell.

"Get up you stupid bitch. NOW."

I sat up, "Alex, I didn't tell…"

"I don't care what you did or didn't do." She inched closer to my face and started to grab an arm, then stopped. "Oh no, we mustn't do that. Our little Yank bruises easily. Smart move to cover the truth of that one up last night." She took my hand and pulled me from the bed. "Now get your ass downstairs. Master is waiting."

"But I'm not dressed!"

"But I'm not dressed!" Alex pushed me through the door as mimicked me. "As if I give a fiddler's fart. He wants you Annie. Now. Just remember. No matter what he said last night, I AM his favorite. And I won't be pushed aside." She smacked my ass as I started down the stairs. "And if I get punished again because of you I'll make you pay. You remember that."

The house was freezing in the morning. Goosebumps sprung up all over my body as I made my way to Master's office.

"Simon, that was uncalled for last night." Even though she whispered, I could tell Mistress was upset. I stood outside the closed door, not wanting to intrude.

"It was called for Alys. You are far too attached to Tristan. He's a pet, dear. A servant." Master's voice was unemotional.

"He is a family friend first Simon, a very dear family friend. I will not be part of your petty little whims or part of your experiment. And shame on you for using Tristan for that end as well. The next time I have plans for a pet…any pet…I expect you to find some other way to amuse yourself."

"Seems like you need a lesson in inheritance sister dear. England goes by the land of primogeniture. That means the first-born son…not the first-born child…the first-born son gets everything. The land, the house, the title, the money. If you don't like it, you're free to leave. Until then, I am master here. And I will decide who serves you. And if you have plans for something else that don't coincide with mine, mine will prevail."

There was an uneasy silence as I heard him sit behind his desk. "That is all Alys. If you see Annie, send her in. Oh, and increase Alex's dose 30%."

Mistress sounded incredulous. "Are you out of your mind? After what she's done already?"

"What did I just say Alys? Or are you intent on never touching Tristan's cock again? Because if you keep arguing with me I'll see that he becomes Alex's permanent punisher as well as Annie's personal trainer."

"You cold vicious bastard!"

The doors whipped open so quickly I jumped in spite of myself. Mistress didn't even look at me as she walked past, silent tears running down her face. "Very prompt Annie. Master will appreciate that."

I slowly walked into the office wondering what was in store for me.

"Supplicant!"

Immediately I knelt down, hands behind my neck.

Master sighed. "Not there, Annie. Over here, by my desk." He snapped his fingers as if calling a dog. I scurried across the floor beside his desk, my pussy already getting wet. "That's a good girl." He gave my head an absent caress as he concentrated on the paperwork in front of him. 

I shifted uncomfortably as I knelt there, waiting and wondering what was in store for me. I was also wondering if I should tell Master about the dream…and it's results. As I shifted Master raised his head from his papers.

"Is there a problem, Annie?"

"No Master." I looked down at the floor, willing myself to be still no matter how badly my knees ached.

I felt Master's hand on my chin as he raised my head. His eyes were dark, almost bottomless. "I asked you if there was anything wrong, Annie. Don't lie to me."

"I'm sorry Master. My knees are a bit sore, that's all."

Master's hand tangled in my hair as he roughly pulled it back. "No," he said through clenched teeth, "I don't think that's all. I will ask one more time Annie and I expect the truth. Do not disappoint me pet."

I tried to turn my eyes down, but Master had such a firm grip on my head I found I couldn't move it at all. "I'm…I'm afraid…"

"What Annie? What are you afraid of?"

"Master, I'm afraid I broke one of the rules last night. I'm not sure." 

"You broke a couple of rules last night Annie, but I decided to be forgiving. Or are you talking about something else?" He brought his free hand to my bare breasts, tenderly caressing my nipples.;

"Something else Master. At least I think so. I don't know."

Master gave one of my nipples a sharp tug, eliciting a gasp. "Tell me and I'll let you know if you broke a rule."

So I described my dream and it's results to Master as I knelt beside him, with one of his hands holding my hair, the other playing roughly with my nipples. I was so wet I was surprised there wasn't a puddle on the floor. When I finished, Master rose from his desk and stood behind me, his hands running down over my shoulders so he could continue playing with my tits.

"Good girl Annie. Technically, it was a dream, so you had no control over your actions, at least no conscious control. I'd have to say you didn't break a rule. However," Master pinched and pulled my nipples roughly, "should something like that happen again, I want you to tell me. And I want you to tell me if you liked it, and if so, what parts did you enjoy. " Master squatted down beside me and whispered in my ear. "And if you don't tell me Annie, I'll know. And I will be very, very disappointed. You don't want that do you?"

I just about melted then and there, but somehow found my voice. "No Master. I don't want to disappoint you. I need to tell you something else then."

Master began nuzzling my neck and nibbling on my earlobe. "Yes Annie?"

"When I woke up, someone was in my room." I knew that if it was Alex and Master found out, she'd be in a lot of trouble, but at that moment, I didn't care. All I wanted was to make Master happy…you could say I had that one thought running through my head again and again. 'Make Master happy…make Master happy…make Master happy.'

"I know pet, it was me. Some of the other girls heard you moaning in your sleep and were concerned." Master rose, went back to his desk and turned his attention to his papers again.

Part of me questioned the sincerity of that comment, but a larger part of me accepted it without question. Master was kind…he cared about his pets. 

I knelt there in silence; naked as the day I was born for a good five minutes or so. The doors to the office were still open so I was able to see the house come alive. And be seen. Servants bustling to and fro. Phillip and Miranda heading out to the village. Tristan going about his usual duties. Soon Aidan came strolling into the room.

His white shirt was already wet with sweat, open halfway to reveal a hard, lean chest and the beginnings of a washboard stomach. The room was filled with a strange exotic scent as he came closer. My juices began flowing freely as I knelt there, my nipples even more erect.

"There she is Aidan," Master didn't even look up from his work. "You know what I want done."

"Yes Master." Aidan grabbed both my wrists roughly and pulled me to my feet.

"Ow…watch it Aidan." I struggled not to trip over my feet as Aidan pulled me from the room.

"Annie!" Master stood up from the desk and walked over to me. "What did I say about silence?"

I immediately bowed my head. "I'm sorry Master, please forgive me." 

He took my chin in his hand and raised my head. "And about names?"

"Yes Master, I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

"No it won't. Aidan, when you're done grooming give her twenty. Anywhere of your choosing." Master looked at me and smiled cruelly. "But do be careful, won't you? She bruises easily."

Aidan dragged me through the house courtyard into the stables. The servants we passed along the way take no notice of me, like this happened every day. I felt myself flush with embarrassment.

"You could at least have given me a robe or something," I mutter.

Aidan pulled me up against him. His scent was nothing short of intoxicating. "Let's get one thing straight here. I'm not teaching you anything, and I'm not Master. I'm here to groom you. To get you ready. But you will show me respect. Now…supplicant."

Screw you, I thought, and stood there, staring at him.

"Supplicant!" Frowning, Aidan walked behind me and leaned over my shoulder to whisper in my ear. "Wouldn't want me to tell Master you didn't obey, would you?"

I swallowed hard. No…for some reason I couldn't explain I didn't want to upset Master. I knelt in the desired position and waited. Aidan left the room we were in for what seemed like ages. My knees began to ache as they pressed into the cobblestone floor.

When Aidan returned he had a length of rope in his hands. "Stand up and raise your arms."

I did as I was told, my anger building. Just who did Aidan think he was? Glorified stable boy, that's all he was. As I stood before him, Aidan began to wind the rope around my body, my breasts, over my shoulders then back around my wrists into some sort of harness. The rope separated my breasts and lifted them up. He clicked his teeth together and pulled on the rope. Obviously he was going to treat me like one of his stupid horses. I sighed and followed.

When we rounded the doorway and went into the main stable area I stopped short. Men were lined up along both sides of the stables. Two lines deep on both sides, ranging from 18 to their early '60's. All of them grinning at me. Several with the tell tale beginnings of an erection. I stopped short and tugged back at the rope.

"Please," I whispered. "Please don't make me do this."

Laughing, Aidan turned to the men. "Seems we have a shy one here boyos. And can you blame her. 32 and still a virgin. But not frigid is this one. Saw that for myself last night. Ripe for the picking is this one." He winked at the young man closest to him. "Go ahead Alan…feel for yourself."

I could feel my face flush as Alan came up to me and ran his fingers through my snatch. To my shame, I was almost immediately moist and I arched my hips against his hand. Alan just grinned and stepped back.

"Take a good look men," Aidan tugged me past the rows of men. "She'll be clean shaven before noon!"

As we reached the end of the stables I saw a table with one hook at the top, two at the corners of the foot. Aidan undid his makeshift harness and motioned for me to get on the table. I sat on the edge and waited.

"No," he took me by the shoulders and pushed me down. "I need you lying down." He raised my arms over my head and secured them to the hook at the head of the table with rope, tying it tightly around my wrists. He moved to my legs and spread them, tying each of them to the hooks in the same fashion as my arms. I tried to see if I had any give, but I was bound tight to the tabletop. Aidan stood beside the table with a leather strap in one hand, an old fashioned razor in the other. He hooked on edge of the strap to the side of the table and began sharpening the razor with slow deliberate strokes. Up and down, up and down, all the while grinning at me.

"This makes you nervous, doesn't it? Good. You should be. One false move from you and I shave more than your pussy hair. The other fellows were right though. You are extremely responsive. So let's make this even more fun, shall we?" He put the strap and razor down and walked out of sight. 

When he came back he stopped just beyond my sight line. I had to raise my neck to see what he was doing. He carried a tray with a bowl of water, towels and two bottles of lotion. He poured some lotion onto his fingertips and smoothed it directly on my clit and pussy lips. I felt my skin begin to tingle, a slight burning sensation that wasn't unpleasant, but screamed for release. "Yes, Annie. It's what we used on Alex last night. Let's see how well you can lie still with this." He poured lotion from the other bottle and rubbed it into a lather, spreading it over my pubic hair. Every once in awhile a fingertip or two would brush against my throbbing clit. I moaned and whimpered with each touch. 

Aidan picked up the razor and began shaving the top of my mound in smooth clean strokes. The combination of the lotion on my clit, warm water and feel of cold steel on my bare skin was incredible. Mixed in with this was that same scent coming from Aidan. Involuntarily my hips began to move against the table. He gave a low chuckle. "Feels good, doesn't it? "

"Oh yes," I could barely moan. My pussy was on fire and he was still shaving the top of my pussy.

Aidan stopped shaving me and held the razor against my aching clit, pressing down slightly. "Yes, what?"

I swallowed hard. "Yes, Sir."

"Much better. Now lie as still as you can Annie…I'm moving down to your lips. The slightest move will give you a nasty little nick." He pulled one of my lips as taught as he could and ran the razor very, very slowly down. With the same smooth strokes he'd used on my mound, Aidan shaved first one side then the other of my pussy lips and down to my asshole. I thought I was going to die. With every tug of his fingers and scrape of the razor my pussy seemed to cry out for release. I heard someone breathing raggedly and realized it was I. I raised my head and saw that my nipples were hard and sticking straight out. Aidan didn't meet my gaze, but seemed very intent on his work.

When he finished shaving, Aidan took a washcloth and got it wet with the warm water. With an unexpected gentleness he washed my mound, moving down to my lips and clit, rubbing the terry cloth against my pussy. I tried to arch against it. I had to have some release.

"Aidan…please…oh god please…" I whispered.

"What did Master tell you about names Annie?"

I swallowed my pride. "Sir…please sir…rub me."

Not looking up, Aidan continued his work. "I am rubbing you Annie."

I wanted to scream in frustration. Damn him…he was going to make me ask him straight out. "Yes sir, you are rubbing me…and it feels soooo good. But please sir…rub my clit. Please rub it sir…"

"Like this?" Aidan teasingly ran the cloth quickly against my little button.

"Ooohhhh…yes sir…. more…please…. do it some more sir."

"Think I'm going to let you off that easy Annie? Not a chance." Aidan stood up, admiring my bare pussy as an artist would admire his latest creation. Not speaking, he undid my restraints and helped me sit up.

"Are we done sir?"

"Not by a long shot." 

Aidan took my hands, gently this time, and led me to a sort of pummel horse that gymnasts might use. It was slightly shorter and had a nubbed surface on one side. Aidan pushed me face down over the horse, pressing my bare pussy against the nubbed surface. He spread my arms and secured them to the handles on either side of the horse. I discovered that if I rubbed against the nubs I could alleviate some of the tension the shaving had built up.

Suddenly I felt a hand smack my ass. "NO! Bad girl Annie! What did Master say about pleasuring yourself?"

I sighed. "That it wasn't allowed." Oh but my pussy was crying for release.

"I won't tell him this time…you're already going to be punished when I'm done. No need to add more yet." I felt him rub a warm substance on my ass. Aidan soon had my ass covered in that warm goo and it felt wonderful. 

RRRIIIPPP

"SHIT! Damn that hurt!" The sob was waxing my ass!

"Annie do I have to gag you?" RRRIIIPPP

"Can't you be just a bit more gentle? Christ!"

"You just added another 10 to your punishment. I've spoken to you about respect twice already." I heard him walk away and open a cupboard. He walked over to me and thrust a leather bit into my mouth and fastened it behind my neck. "Scream all you want now. As long as I don't have to hear it. " RRRIIPPP

It took ages…or at least it seemed like it…for him to remove all that wax. By the time he was done I had tears running down my face. My eyes widened as I heard a faint buzzing sound and a stool being brought up behind me. What felt like a thousand needles pierced my ass again and again. I cried harder against the bit. This was more than I could stand. No one had said ANYTHING about being tattooed. I tried to turn my head to look at Aidan, but he had his eyes cast down, again concentrating on his work, with a grim look on his face. 

I couldn't see what he was doing to my ass, but the skin was red and glowing all over both cheeks. It was then I remembered the punishment. Twenty…anywhere Aidan wanted. And knowing Aidan, he'd give them all on my ass…probably right on the tattoo.

I don't know how long he worked at it, but after awhile I became numb to the pain. When he finished, Aidan walked around and removed the bit, smoothing the hair from my tear-streaked face. "You have had a hard time of it haven't you? Didn't he tell you about this?"

"No…sir." His gentleness had tears springing up again. 

Aidan muttered something under his breath and walked out of the room. When he returned I heard him close the doors and latch them. He walked around and held out a glass of water to my lips. I drank eagerly as the bit had made my mouth dry. Again my nose was assaulted by the scent that seemed to cling to his body. Aidan let me drink my fill, and smoothing my hair again, pressed his lips to my forehead and knelt down so he could look me in the eye.

"You know what I have to do now, don't you?"

I nodded and bit back the tears. Master would expect my ass to be red from more than the waxing and tattoo.

"I won't lie to you Annie. It's going to hurt like hell. But I want you to do something for me. Every time the riding crop hits your ass I want you to grind your pussy against those nubs."

"But…but…that's not…I'm not…"

"You are now. That's why I closed the doors. I won't tell I promise. Now remember, when I hit your ass, you grind that pussy as hard as you can against those nubs." Aidan stood and walked behind me.

I heard the whistling of the crop through the air before it hit my ass. Aidan was right. It hurt like hell. But I did as I asked and began to rub my pussy against the nubs. The strokes started out slowly at first, but by the tenth, Aidan had developed a quick pace.

THWACK! THAWCK! THWACK!

Soon I was grinding and rubbing my cunt across those nubs non-stop, moaning and whimpering with each stroke.

"Yes….oh yes….it feels soooo good….oh….oh….ahhhh….AHHHH!" With the last hit I came, my ass clenched and body trembling with the force of my orgasm.

Aidan pressed up close against me as he undid my arms. "That's it my girl. Now you've learned your next lesson. When Master or a Teacher brings out the crop you will want to feel it against your ass…you'll remember this and associate the pain with the pleasure you just created." He turned me around to face him, still smoothing my hair. I put my arms on his shoulders and leaned in to kiss his neck. Aidan pulled back. "Annie….sweet Annie…no…" He pushed himself away and walked towards the door.

I stood there, tears again welling in my eyes, from rejection this time, not from physical pain. "But please…I want to please you sir. You could get into a lot of trouble for what you just did." I moved across the room to him. "Let me show you my appreciation."

Aidan placed his hands on my shoulders and leaned his head into mine, resting his forehead against mine. "And I will get into more trouble if I do what I want to do…what I want you to do. Soon Annie…I promise you…soon." He walked away and slid open the doors. The crowd that had been there before was gone and the stables completely empty. "Now go back to Master, Annie. Tell him you learned your lesson." Aidan's voice had a bitter edge to it as he walked past me and out into the courtyard. Biting back my tears I ran into the house. 



Annie's Education Ch. 07



The next couple of weeks before my classes began fell into a strange sort of routine. I was allowed to sleep in until 8:30, a luxury after getting up before dawn with my aunt to go to morning mass. Then grooming sessions with Aidan, where he would take the straight razor and shave my pussy. Once a week he would wax my ass. The pain lessened the more he did it, but it still wasn't my favorite part. None of this was done without restraining me first, usually bent backwards over the pummel horse, my legs spread and pussy exposed. Aidan took his time, slowly pulling the razor down in smooth, long strokes; pulling my lips aside and every once in awhile slipping a finger or two in my wet slit. He would then turn me around, placing my sensitive clit against the nubbed side of the horse. It always amused him how the simple act of shaving my cunt could get me wet. I didn't tell him it wasn't the shaving so much as the touch of his hands on my body and his scent…something about the way that man smelled absolutely drove me wild. Often times all he had to do was enter the room and I'd be dripping.

After my grooming I went back to my room to dress. I got very used to not wearing any underwear, delighting in the feel of the warm air blowing up under my skirt. The low cut blouses however, took a lot of getting used to. Like I said, I'm not a small girl by any means…at one time my breasts measured at 40DDD…so exposing that much flesh was very unnerving, especially when we went into town for errands. The stares I got from the men, not to mention the glares I got from most of the women, had me blushing until we were safely back at Hillenbroke.

My training sessions were conducted before and after lunch. Tristan would almost always accompany Master and do most of the 'hands on' instruction. I was aware that this caused more than a little friction between Master and Mistress; I just hoped she wouldn't hold me responsible. Being on Alex's bad side was more than enough tension for me. My lessons centered around pleasing a man orally, both by sucking on his dick and the art of 'dirty talk'. I had never thought of it as an art, but I quickly learned otherwise. Anyone can go up to a man and say 'fuck me now you big stud' and it may or may not get a reaction. Coming up close to a man, facing him, leaning in very close, so your lips are just inches away from his ear and whispering very faintly 'my cunt is sooo wet just thinking of your thick cock pumping inside it' in a deep husky voice will ALWAYS get a reaction. Especially if you are stroking up and down his arm like you would handle said cock. I remember one afternoon session in particular, a few days after I came to the manor.

When I arrived at Master's office, I was surprised to see Phillip and Jean Claude sitting on the leather couch. Tristan was leaned against the desk, a very cocky expression playing on his lips. Master, as usual, was seated behind the desk, his head buried in paperwork.

"Supplicant!" He didn't even look up from his work. I knelt in the assumed position, facing the desk.

"Very good, Annie," purred Tristan, walking around me. "Now today, we're going to learn a couple of new commands. I'm sure you won't disappoint, will you pet?"

"No Teacher." I had my eyes cast down towards the floor, feeling my face flush unexpectedly. The smell permeating the air was intoxicating. I couldn't place it or where it was coming from, but it had my nipples standing straight out and my clit tingling with excitement.

"Good. First off, Jean Claude and Phillip will be aiding me in today's instruction. You will address them as Sir."

"Yes Teacher." As he walked around me, I could feel my bare pussy getting moist. Oh how I wanted his cock. To feel the solid length of it sliding in and out of my mouth, the rim of his head catching on my teeth. I licked my lips absentmindedly.

"Looks like she's already worked up an appetite," laughed Jean Claude. "Master told me she was an eager and willing student."

"Yes, she is." Tristan walked away from me and the scent left my perimeter. "She still needs some lessons in restraint however. I've never seen a pet get so excited from fellatio before. It's quite extraordinary."

"Enough of the small talk gentlemen." Master still had his head buried in his papers. "I'd like to get on with today's lesson if you don't mind."

"Of course Master," Tristan stood in front of me. "Pet, you are familiar with the common dog commands, are you not? Sit, stay, heel, and so on?"

"Yes, Teacher."

"Good, because from now on, they apply to you as well. Each night at dinner, you will be given to a different master or mistress. When they say 'sit', you will kneel down and rest on your heels behind them, your hands folded in your lap. When they say 'heel' you will rise and follow them, keeping at least three steps behind them, no more than five. 'Stay' should be obvious, but there is, of course, a twist in how we use it here at the manor. Should one of your masters, at any given time, use that command, you will stop what you are doing immediately. If you are sucking cock, you will hold it in your mouth but refrain from using your tongue, teeth or mouth on it. If you are attending a mistress you will keep your mouth where it is, your tongue too, depending on your action."

"Excuse me, Teacher? Did you say mistress?" Suddenly, a knot formed in the pit of my stomach. Did this mean…surely they all knew I'd never….that it was considered a sin…a sharp slap on the back of my head brought me back to attention.

"You will do as you are told Pet, and to whom. Be it male or female. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Teacher." My chin fell forward, my voice hardly above a whisper.

"I didn't hear you Annie." Again, Master kept his eyes on his work, never looking up.

"Yes, Teacher. I will do what I am told and to whom. It is my place to serve my betters." I felt hot tears of humiliation welling up in my eyes. At the same time, however, the idea of attending one of the women got me strangely excited. 

"Good girl," Tristan brushed my hair from my face. "Now, lastly, when you hear a teacher, master, or any one of your betters say 'feed' you will kneel down in front of the nearest person, place your hands behind your neck and open your mouth. You will not touch the cock, breast or cunt in front of you until given permission. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Teacher."

"Very good, Pet. Now, let's see how well you've let this sink in, shall we? Jean Claude has heard much of your oral talents, and has asked to be first."

As Jean Claude stood in front of me a new scent mingled with Tristan's…equally intoxicating. I found my eyes drawn to his crotch. The bulge was quite apparent and I felt my mouth begin to water again at the thought of it sliding in and out of my mouth. He knelt down in front of me, caressing my face.

"Such a pretty girl, aren't you? And so eager to please from what I've heard." His hands wandered down to my blouse and unbuttoned it, spreading it open, exposing my breasts. "Never hide these from me Annie. I find them quite beautiful." He moved his thumbs slowly over my nipples, in slow lazy circles

"Yes, Sir." I could feel my nipples harden beneath his touch, and had to suppress a strong desire to wrap my fingers in his hair and pull his mouth to mine.

"Oh you are a responsive one, aren't you?" Chuckling, his hands moved from my tits to the hem of the mini skirt I was wearing. Slowly, teasingly, he slid them up until he found my shaven mound. "Oh very good…seems you learned your lesson the first day after all…no underwear…but very very moist…and warm."

A small moan escaped my lips. His touch was blazing a trail of fire along my thighs. I wanted to feel his hands all over my body, touching, caressing, pinching, slapping.

Jean Claude withdrew his hands and lifted me up. "Now," he said as he walked away from me, "Heel, Annie." I watched him move three steps, then followed behind, slowly. As he walked around the room, Jean Claude quickened or slowed his pace, trying to see if he could make me miss the allotted steps. To my pleasure I stayed a good four steps behind him most of the time, but never dropped to more than five or less than three. After a few minutes, I could tell Jean Claude was tired of trying to make me trip up and he stopped abruptly.

"Sit!"

I dropped where I was, resting my ass against my heels, folding my hands in my lap, looking up at him expectantly, a slight smile playing on my lips. I was greeted with a swift slap.

"I do not stand for displays of pride, Annie." Jean Claude's voice was stern. I'd never heard him use this tone before and it frightened me. Beneath his calm, jovial demeanor, I suspected there lurked a harshness. Yes, this man could be very strict when he felt like it. The smile left my face and I cast my eyes down to the floor. I heard him unzip his slacks. "Feed!" 

I sat up on my knees, hands behind my head and opened my mouth. Jean Claude took his cock in his hands and rubbed it against my lips and cheeks. "You like this, don't you pet. You like sucking cock. I've heard Rafe and Tristan go on and on about you."

"Yes Jean Claude."

He pulled my head back sharply by my hair, his other hand roughly twisting a nipple. "What did you call me?"

The pain was so intense I had a difficult time forming the words. "I'm sorry…Sir. I meant to call you Sir."

He let go of my hair, throwing my head forward as he did so, releasing my nipple with a vicious twist. "Now answer me."

"Yes, Sir, I like sucking cock."

"Good…because you are going to suck my cock Annie. You are going to suck it until your throat is raw." Jean Claude began rubbing the head of his tool around my lips. It was taking every amount of will power I had not to stick my tongue out and flick it across his head. "But there will be one difference here Annie. I've heard that you like to control the sucking, the movements. That won't do for me. I am going to fuck your mouth Annie. I am going to ram this cock down your throat until you feel like you are going to choke. You will not touch it. You will not touch my balls. You will not use your tongue or teeth unless instructed. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl." He stuck just the head in my mouth, holding it there. "And when I cum, when I shoot my load down your throat, you will swallow every drop. You will not spill one single bit of it, French cum is a delicacy my dear, not to be wasted."

"Yes, Sir." I mumbled, his cock beginning to slide in and out of my mouth.

"Oh yes….so warm…c'est magnifique….that's it mon amie….suck it…suck my cock." Jean Claude began moving his rod in and out of my mouth slowly, inch by glorious inch until he was in all the way, my lips hitting his balls. 

When he pulled it back, he slid almost all the way out. He stood, his hands on his hips, eyes closed, thrusting back and forth, muttering in French. I could hear Phillip and Tristan undo their slacks and pull their cocks out. The room filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, Jean Claude's mutterings and my moanings.

"Yes, yes baby…yes cherie…that's such a good pet…now use your tongue. Twirl that tongue around my dick like I've heard Rafe go on about."

As his cock slid in and out of my mouth I twirled my tongue around his shaft, flicking his head. Soon my own hips began to rock, matching his rhythm.

"Yes….god oh yes….shit…she's good Master…she's very good." Jean Claude's hands fisted in my hair and he began pumping in and out of me ferociously. "Yes…that's it slut…suck it….lick that cock…you love that cock don't you? Of course you do…you want to feel it shoot it's cum all the way down your throat. Unh….unh…unh…"

"STAY!" Master's voice echoed through the room. I stopped immediately, as did Jean Claude. "Annie, were you pleasuring yourself?"

I pulled back from Jean Claude's cock as he released my hair. Looking down I saw that one of my hands had indeed left it's requisite spot behind my head and was knuckle deep inside my wet slit. I blushed deeply and tears began to trickle down my cheeks. "Master, I'm sorry…I didn't realize…"

"ENOUGH!" Master moved from behind his desk. "What was one of the first rules I gave you?"

"There….would be no….no pleasuring myself without….without your permission." Between the sobs I managed to get it out. I knew I would be punished. I wasn't crying about that. I was crying, I realized, because Master was angry with me. For doing a simple human instinct.

"Stop your sniveling you stupid girl." Master walked around me, his voice full of disgust and contempt. "Tears will not help you avoid punishment."

"I'm not crying because of that," I sniffed, "I'm crying because I've upset you Master. And you've been so kind to me." There was a voice inside my head wanting to know where that came from…he'd been so good to me? He'd had me tattooed and beaten! I felt his hands run through my hair.

"Oh Annie…my sweet, pure Annie. Sometimes I forget you aren't as manipulative as others here. But you still will be punished. You must learn, sweeting, to control your instincts. Your own pleasure should come second to those of your betters."

"Yes Master. I know. It's just sooo hard sometimes."

Master pressed his lips to my forehead. "I know. But it will get easier with time. I promise." Master stood and walked to a closet. "Phillip, Tristan, take her arms and hold them out to her sides." He pulled a cat'o'nine tails from the closet and began twirling it through the air, the leather strands flying effortlessly. His erection was straining against the material of his slacks. "Jean Claude, hold your cock just inches from her face. Annie, I know you want that cock, but you will not get it unless you receive your punishment without allowing your baser instincts to control you. You will count each stroke so we may hear you. Any missed strokes or counts not heard will result in my beginning again."

Jean Claude removed my blouse & bra as Phillip and Tristan held my arms out to the side by the wrists, my hands wrapped around their wrists. He then stood before me, his still hard cock oozing with precum. He stroked his glorious cock in front of my face, keeping it hard and erect.

"THWAP!" The leather strands stung my ass with the first blow and I lurched forward, gasping. "One."

"THWAP!" I strained against my captors, but they held my arms tight as Jean Claude teased me by moving his cock closer to my mouth. "Two."

Again and again Master slapped my ass with the tails as I counted. Tears were soon streaming down my cheeks, but in spite of the pain I found that I was very aroused. A strong tingling had begun in my cunt and my nipples were hard and stiff. Losing sense of the reality of the situation, I didn't realize until Master stopped flinging the whip against my ass that my last count had been twenty.

When he stopped, his face was wet with sweat, as was mine. My cunt was on fire and I craved Jean Claude's cock as if I'd been on a diet of stale bread and water for the past month. Master dropped to his knees and knelt behind me, his hand slipping inside my pussy. "Yes Annie, such a good girl. You've learned your lesson haven't you?" Two of his fingers were sliding in and out of my cunt, brushing up against my swollen clit.

"Yes Master. I *gasp* promise to be good."

"You want that cock, don't you Annie? You hunger for it, I can tell." His voice purred in my ear as he continued playing with my pussy.

"Yes, Master. I need it. I need to suck his cock" 

"Feed Annie…feed on Jean Claude's dick. Let me see how badly you want it." He slid his fingers in and out of my wet snatch, rubbing periodically against my clit. Phillip and Tristan still held my arms to my sides, cocks erect and dripping with cum. He looked at Tristan and Phillip. "Join in boys, I doubt her appetite will be sated with Jean Claude. Come, feed on her…" Master moaned as he cupped my mound and tugged at my clit.

Tristan and Phillip needed no further instructions and released my arms. Dropping to their knees they each took a tit in their mouth and began to suck. I wrapped my arms around their necks, pressing their heads against me. Jean Claude began to slide his cock in and out of my mouth, urging me to lick it, to suck it, to nibble on it. All of which I did with relish.

Phillip took my tit in his hands and began tonguing my nipple and kneading my breast. "Oh god Annie…I've wanted this for so long….to see you bare breasted…you're lovely…god I want to fuck you!"

Master chuckled. "Not yet, Phillip. I've special plans for our flower. Very special plans indeed. But you shall get some relief. Annie…stroke him and Tristan as they suckle on you."

I grunted in assent and my hands dropped to their cocks. Taking each in my hands I slowly stroked up and down their shafts, playing lightly with their heads.

"Oh shit…yes Annie…that's it baby…" Jean Claude began pumping my mouth harder. "Suck it…suck it you little cock hound. Milk my cock like you do Rafe's…ooohh uunnnhhhh…." A hot stream of cum washed down my throat, filling my mouth. Jet after jet poured from Jean Claude's dick. It tasted soo good, sweet, not at all salty. I began writhing under Master's touch and moaning against Jean Claude's softening cock.

"Yes, little one…give yourself up to it." Master began pulling and tugging on my clit. "Bite her nipples boys…use your teeth. I want to see how rough we can get."

"OOOHHH" As two sets of teeth clamped down on my nipples an electric shock ran through my body and a flood of wetness washed over Master's hand.

Master withdrew his hand and laid me back on his lap. "Lick her pussy Jean Claude. Lick her clean…her cum tastes soo good."

It must have been quite a sight, me laying back on my legs, my head in Master's lap, as Phillip and Tristan took turns feeding me their cocks and sucking and biting my nipples, Jean Claude between my legs with my skirt thrown up, lapping at my pussy. Master reached a hand down and began pinching and twisting my nipples, his erection so hard I could feel it against the back of my head. Jean Claude began nibbling at my lips and clit. It hurt but it was heaven. My body felt like it was flying. My eyes closed, pumping the two cocks in my hands furiously, bucking against Jean Claude's teeth and tongue, sucking eagerly at Master's tongue I felt as if I were burning alive and being doused with cool water at the same time. Flying, floating, colors bursting and exploding behind my closed eyes I came again with an animal groan as first Phillip's then Tristan's cock sprayed my chest and face with their essence. I must have passed out for a few moments, because the next thing I knew, I was on the couch, Jean Claude sponging my pussy and chest clean and Master was back behind his desk working.

"That will be all this afternoon, gentlemen. I think Annie needs a rest before dinner."

"But Master," pouted Phillip, "she didn't suck my cock." He looked so adorable standing there, whining like a child denied his candy.

Master sighed. "Very well Phillip. You can have her for dinner. Literally." Niether Phillip or I had any clue as to Master's true intent with that statement.

After my nap, I dressed for dinner with the other girls, admiring their forms, finding myself wondering what it would be like to suck on their tits, to lap at their pussies, to taste their juices. Would they taste like mine? Or is each girl different just as each man's sperm tastes differently? I came up behind Chloe and softly kissed the back of her neck and felt a strong tingle of desire wash over me as I heard her moan in response.

"Not quite so shy anymore, are we darling?" she purred as she took my hand and led me downstairs.

The others were gathered in the parlor, Alex smiling like the cat who ate the canary. As usual, all had dressed for dinner, and as my glance went over the room I noticed that Phillip wasn't there yet.




Annie's Education Ch. 07



Master saw me and walked over, a glass of champagne in his hand. "Ah, Annie. All rested up?"

I blushed as I remembered what had taken place in the library that afternoon. "Yes, Master." Being close to him, smelling his body, made me moist in anticipation. The air was charged with electricity. I knew something unusual was going to happen.

Alex came over to the sofa and sat down. "Annie," she barked, "sit!"

Oh great, I thought. Just what I needed, to be put through my paces by Alex the wonder bitch. I did as she asked, knowing any refusal or hesitancy on my part would be met with Master's recriminations. I smiled sweetly at Alex, all the while thinking to myself, 'Keep it up you silly bitch…I'm only doing this for him. I'm only doing this because it will please him.' As that thought left my head I heard a tiny voice in the back of my brain question when I had begun doing things because they'd please any man. I'd always been fiercely independent, doing nothing unless it pleased me, regardless of whether or not it pleased others. But now I knew. Alex could command me to do anything, and I'd do it. Because it would make Master happy. A shiver washed over me…a premonintion of bad things to come? Someone walking over my grave? I couldn't be sure.

"Not over there stupid. Here, in front of me." Alex's voice was harsh and brittle and I wondered if she sounded the same when in the throes of passion, and if so, how could Master stand to listen to it. Deciding it was easier to shuffle on my knees over to her, than to get up and walk, I crawled to where Alex was pointing, figuring she'd get an extra kick out of this extra, unasked for 'debasement'.

"Good girl. A bit slow, but I'll be forgiving this time." She patted my head as if I were a cocker spaniel. Oh yes, she was enjoying this and no doubt had more in store for me. She lifted the hem of her evening gown, exposing her shaved pussy. Her lips were pierced, a detachable chain connecting the two studs. 

My heart began to race. She wasn't thinking…she wouldn't dare ask me to…

"Feed." Alex sipped from her champagne glass. "Now." Her voice was cold as steel and the silence in the room was deafening. Obviously no one had expected this, at least, not quite so soon. I began to turn my head to see if Master approved, but Alex's free hand shot out and caught my chin, bringing my gaze level with hers. "Don't look for his approval, cunt. Just do as I say." She hissed. "Eat me. NOW."

Seeing no other choice and telling my conscience that I'd already commited several venial sins already, one more couldn't possibly hurt, I leaned in, my mouth open, unsure as to how to start. I felt Alex's free hand grab a fistful of my hair and push my face towards her snatch. "God, how many times do I have to tell you. Feed! Haven't you learned anything?"

Just as I snuck my tongue out to take my first taste of another woman's vagina, I felt Master's hand on my shoulder. "Alex, that's enough," he said quietly. "Annie, you may rise."

I sat back on my heels and allowed him to help me to my feet. Mistress came over to me with a glass of champagne, a look of concern in her eyes. I nodded to assure her I would be alright as Master continued to talk to a pouting, sulking Alex.

"My dear, she's simply not ready for it. You don't want an un-experienced session do you? She'd make mistakes, you'd get angry…it just wouldn't be fair, would it? Otherwise I'd think you were just looking for ways to punish our newest pet, and I know you're far too kind for that. I know you're eager to give Annie a fighting chance." He kissed her pouting lips deeply. Damn…this man was good. He'd put her in her place and made her sound like a paragon of kindness all in one fell swoop. Before she could reply, Phillip rushed in.

"Sorry I'm late…"

Master's demeanor changed instantly. His body became rigid and a stony expression swooped over his face as he turned to face the late comer.

"You're late. I told you to be downstairs ten minutes before everyone else. You've blatantly disobeyed me Phillip."

Philip's face paled instantly. "I'm sorry," he began.

"I don't care if you're sorry or not," said Master in a cool, disdainful voice. "You blatantly disobeyed me. I will not stand for that Philip. Not from one of the girls and certainly not from you. This indiscretion, added to your lapse this afternoon, has made me very unhappy with you Philip."

Philip began to stammer, "Wh…what indiscretion?"

"Sniveling because Annie didn't suck your cock. I've always detested whiners Philip, you know that."

Philip looked down at the floor. "Yes Master, I see. Please, forgive me."

Master walked over to Philip and lifted Philip's chin. "Oh, you'll have to do better than that old boy. Go with Mistress and Annie then meet the rest of us in the dining room. Alys, you know what to do."

Mistress took me by the elbow and ushered me, along with Philip to her office. I looked over at Philip to see if he had any inclination of what was to happen. Bead of perspiration were forming at his brow, which made me very nervous.

"Disrobe, both of you." Mistress' voice was cold, devoid of emotion, almost robot like. I couldn't tell if she was as displeased as Master or if she was keeping things clinical. As we disrobed, she pulled two vials out of the refrigerator and prepared two syringes. My heart began to pound.

"What is this?" I asked as she prepped my bicep for the shot.

"No questions Annie. All you need to know is that this will not harm you."

Warning bells began to ring inside my head. The fluid Mistress was injecting looked suspiciously like the 'allergy' medicine she'd been inoculating me with. Had she been feeding me some sort of chemical cocktail? I was now certain the shots had nothing to do with allergies or immune systems. As Mistress administered Philip's shot, a lovely warm, tingly sensation began to wash over my body. I found myself staring at Philip's cock and my mouth beginning to water. Oh my god, I thought, they've been feeding me some sort of aphrodisiac. That was the last conscience stricken thought I had, everything else in my mind being blotted out by an unbelievable craving for something hard and thick in my mouth. Philip had obviously been given something similar as he began looking at me with serious lustful intent in his eyes. 

"Follow me the two of you. Come along." Mistress walked ahead of us, into the dining room, where the others had already begun dinner. I noticed immediately that the set up of the room was different. The middle of the table had been cleared, with a pillow at one end, and straps attached at various edges of the table.

"Very good," began Master, as he rose from his seat. "Annie, I want to assure you that this is not a punishment for you for anything you've done. Philip simply requested to have you for dinner, and have you he shall. At least orally. Lie down on the table Annie."

I edged between Chloe and Aidan and hoisted myself on the table, taking care to swing my legs cautiously up and along the table so nothing was knocked over. Not an easy task. I lay back, my head on the pillow near Master's head. 

"Now Philp, assume feeding position on top of Annie."

It took some very careful maneuvering, but Philip situated himself so his mouth was directly over my pussy and his erect rod just inches above my face.

"Tristan, Aidan, please secure them." Master walked away from the table, his voice growing distant. What on earth was he up to? Aidan and Tristan took the straps from the edge of the table and secured Philip and I together so there was very little give between the two of us. Our legs were attached to the other's arms, trapping us in that 69 position. I could feel my pussy growing moist and my desire for the precum that was beginning to ooze from Philip's head was making me salivate even more.

I felt Master's hands at the base of my neck as he lifted my head, sliding a blindfold over my eyes. "Now Annie, this is only so you are not distracted while carrying out my instructions. You are perfectly safe, no harm will come to you, I assure you. All I ask is that you suck Philip's cock during dinner, but do not allow him to cum. If you feel him tense or his shaft begin to twitch, stop what you're doing and let him calm down." Master's voice grew distant again, and I assumed he was fitting Philip with a blindfold as well. "As for you Philip, you wicked boy," continued Master, "you made such a fuss about not having Annie this afternoon that you will eat, suck and lick her pussy throughout dinner. Afterwards you will be taken downstairs where you will pleasure each female in this house until she reaches orgasm. At no point will you be allowed to cum, is that clear?"

"Yes, Master." Philip's breath felt warm on my clit. Already I was aching for his tongue to touch me.

"During dinner, your housemates may play with you, they may entertain themselves with the two of you, but at no time are they allowed to stop you from your given tasks for the evening. Annie, you will only suck Philip, and Philip, you for the moment, will only please Annie. And no member, I repeat, no member of this household is to cause either of these two any pain. No pinching, no twisting, no spanking. Now, if we could all resume our dinner before it gets cold. Feed."

Philip lowered his tongue to my clit and began lapping as his cock bobbed between my lips. The urge to stroke, to fondle him, was unbelievable and it frustrated me to no end not to be able to do so. But oh, his mouth felt so good on me. His tongue was flicking my clit in the most delicious manner and soon my hips began rocking against the table. Moaning against his shaft, I felt Philip tense, so I stopped and held perfectly still. It was then that I felt the first pair of hands on my breasts, circling my nipples. Again, like this afternoon, electric shocks coursed through my body. Now THIS I could understand the nuns saying you could go to hell for. A more hedonistic experience I was sure I'd never experience. Someone was obviously playing with Philip too as I could hear him moan and feel the vibrations on my pussy lips. 

I slowly began moving my mouth again, twirling my tongue around Philip's hard shaft. I couldn't get enough of it. The more of Philip's cock I took in my mouth, the more I wanted it, until soon my nose was pressed against his sac. The scent, not was overpowering…heady, intoxicating, and I began sucking for all I was worth as if my body knew that by sucking harder I would get to the source of the odor.

Dinner continued around us. I could hear the different courses being placed, eaten, then cleared. All the while I continued sucking Philip's cock, making sure to take care and not bring him over the edge. As for me, Philip's tongue brought me to one heady orgasm after another, until I thought my clit would explode. As the last course was being cleared, I felt the straps being undone and Philip lifted off of me. Master helped me up as I caught my breath and steadied myself. 

"Annie, you may retire to your room. A tray will be brought up to you. The rest of you girls will follow me downstairs and we'll decide who gets to tackle Philip first."

I walked slowly up the stairs to my room. As I reached the middle of the staircase I stopped, realizing that I was naked, had been naked in front of a room full of people I hardly knew, and it hadn't even bothered me in the least. What was happening to me? Was it whatever was being injected into my system? Had this side of me been there all along? Too tired to think on it anymore I continued to my room, ignoring the tray and collapsing in bed, half anticipating, half dreading what tomorrow would bring.



Annie's Education Ch. 08



No sooner had my head hit the pillow that night then I was dead asleep and in the middle of yet another erotic dream. 

I was shackled to a wall, my arms and legs spread. Naked, I was exposed for all the world to see and the cold stone on my ass felt good in contrast with the heat from the torches on the wall. I was nervous, but not scared. I didn't know what I'd done to deserve being chained to the wall, but I accepted it, almost anticipated it. I heard cell doors open and Alex stepped in. Grinning wickedly she produced a pair of weighted nipple clamps and a weighted clit clamp. She roughly attached these to me, all the while calling me a slut and a whore, licking and biting my neck and my lips. I felt my arms strain against the shackles, not for release, but rather, to try and touch her. I wanted her so badly. And she knew it.

Standing in front of me, Alex taunted me by playing with her nipples and her slit. She took out a long, thick dildo and began toying her clit with its head. Soon she was moaning and rubbing her tits roughly. I writhed against my restraints, each pull and twist making the weights of the clamps pull down harder. 

"Please...please Alex," I heard myself whisper.

"What? What do you want you little slut?"

"Oh god Alex, please...please let me..."

"What? Let you what? I want to hear you say it bitch."

I felt myself flush as I whispered "Please, let me suck you...let me pleasure you with my tongue Alex."

She laughed, releasing the restraints. I fell forward, my arms reaching out for support but she stepped back and I fell to the floor.

"Beg. Beg me you whore. You don't deserve to touch me with your tongue."

"Alex...please Alex, I must have you...I need to feel you cum on my face...oh please Alex."

She stepped towards me, her shaven pussy just inches from my face. "Lick it. NOW slut!"

I reached my tongue out and began licking her slit, snaking my tongue between her lips and finding her clit, hard and throbbing. I flicked my tongue against it, instinctively knowing how to pleasure her. Alex's hand shot out and twisted in my hair, pressing my head to her pussy. "Yess..." she hissed, "that's it...Yankee slut...suck my pussy...oh yes...you like pussy more than cock don't you, you little cunt?" 

Just as I was about to answer her, the ringing alarm clock woke me up.

My slit was so moist and I desperately wanted to give myself some relief, but I knew I didn't dare. Instead, I prepared myself to go down to the stables for my morning grooming session. As I entered the stables, I passed Alex and immediately felt my face go red.

"Whatever is the matter with you?" she sneered as she passed. "I'd hurry if I were you...Aidan's in a bit of a state already."

Thinking she meant I was late, I quickened my pace to Aidan's office. The door was open only a crack and what I saw made me stop dead in my tracks. Aidan was propped up against his desk, his jeans undone and his cock standing proudly from his body. He had his fist wrapped around it and was stroking slowly, breathing deeply with each movement of his hand. His eyes were closed and a look of deep concentration played across his face. I knew Aidan was under the same rules as I was...pleasuring himself would get him a severe punishment. Still, I couldn't take my eyes off his cock. It was so thick, so long. My clit started throbbing and I could feel myself go moist. Forgetting everything I'd been taught, forgetting how upset Master would be if he discovered us, I crept in.

I slowly opened the door wide enough for me to slip in silently. Tiptoeing across the room I waited until I was right next to him. Softly, slowly, I placed my hand around his. His eyes flew open as he struggled to sit up.

"Annie...what the..."

I put a finger to his lips and continued to stroke him, my hand over his. "Shhh...I won't tell...promise. Was Aidan feeling a bit naughty this morning? Hmmm? Couldn't wait until his session with Mistress to get his cock out, huh?"

Pushing me away, Aidan stood and walked to the horse, tucking his cock inside his jeans. "Dammit Annie. Just forget what you saw. Give me 5 minutes and I'll be ready to groom you."

I followed him and pressed him up against the horse, wondering if I could get away with the plan hatching in my mind. "I don't think so Aidan. It takes a lot to make me forget. Especially if it's something I don't want to forget." I placed my hand over his still hard cock and began slowly rubbing it through the material. "And I don't want to forget what I saw Aidan. The sight of you pumping your hard dick...masturbating...what were you thinking I wonder? Was it about Alex? She was just leaving as I came in." 

I pressed against him so his back was leaning against the horse and he had to put his arms back on it for support...right near the tethers, as I'd hoped. Rubbing my hands along his arms slowly, I continued. "Or was it about Chloe? Or Mistress? Or... do I even dare to hope...me? Was it Aidan? Was it about me? Because I know I've been thinking about you...and about your cock." My hand was near his wrist, now if only I could grab the loose end of the tether and slide it over his wrist and through the loop...catching him in the slipknot.

"Annie...please...before someone sees..." I traced my tongue along his jugular and was treated to the most deliciously wicked animal groan I'd heard. He relaxed just enough for me to catch his wrist in the slipknot. "What the hell?" His eyes flew open as he struggled with his free arm to push me away. He obviously didn't think I was very strong, because I had him easily pinned and restrained.

Standing back to admire my handiwork, I noticed the bulge in the front of his jeans. "Did I do that?" I asked innocently, batting my eyelashes.

"You little brat," Aidan muttered between clenched teeth. "When I get my hands on you I'm going to..."

"Oh that's just it Aidan my dear. You've had your hands on me quite enough for a while. Playing, teasing, toying. I know you enjoy making me wet...bringing me right to that edge then stepping away. Now you're going to get a taste of your own medicine."

"Annie I swear on all that's holy...."

"Uh, uh, uh, Aidan, I don't have to gag you now do I?" Grinning, I reached for the bit he had used on me that first day. I was going to enjoy this.

Aidan sighed and relaxed. "No Annie. Have your fun and get on with it before someone comes in, will you? No sense in both of us getting punished."

I stepped up to him and caressed his cheek, "Now that's better my pet," I crooned. My hand reached down and began to rub the bulge of his jeans. "But just how to start my fun?" I gave his neck a few quick licks, nibbling on his ear lobe. Again I was treated to an animalistic groan. I chuckled as I undid his jeans. "But first...maybe a taste of your own medicine."

I undid his jeans and slid them over his hips, down to his ankles. His cock, erect and throbbing, looked so beautiful...smooth and hard at the same time. I couldn't resist stroking his shaft and leaning down to place a gentle kiss on his head. There was a tiny drop of glistening pre-cum leaking from his head. Taking the very tip of my tongue I slowly lapped it up. Oh God, he tasted good. Almost immediately, I wanted more. 

I began stroking his hard shaft, slowly, bringing the fold of skin up around his head and gently squeezing before I released, almost milking it, hoping for more pre-cum. I wasn't disappointed. As I licked up the fruits of my labor I took the opportunity to inspect this monster cock before me. I noticed he had been shaved along the front of his pelvic area, but not his balls. Well, we couldn't have that now could we?

Getting his razor and the lotion, I whistled softly, enjoying the sight of him, spread, restrained and helpless. Taking a warm, wet washcloth I gently cupped his sac then spread the shaving cream on them. 

"You're not...oh shit...please tell me you've done this before."

"Done what? Shaved a man's balls? Nope. Never done it before. But there's always a first time, right?" I grinned mischievously at him. "Now, don't move...too much...I don't want to nick you." Aidan's only response was to close his eyes and tense his body. 

I took one ball and gently pulled the skin taught and slowly brought the razor down and across. Then I pulled the skin taught another direction and brought the razor down. I repeated the process two more times then stepped back. I heard him sigh with relief and saw his body relax. "Oh no...that was just one Aidan...I still have one more to go." His body instantly tensed again. I repeated the process on the other ball and admired my handiwork. "Not bad for a first timer if I do say so myself."

"Alright...you've had your fun...now let me up."

"Nope...I haven't even begun to play with you baby."

"Annie...dammit I mean it. Anyone could come in the stables and find us. I heard about yesterday's punishment...it won't always be like that you know."

I loosened the tie of my robe. "I know...but I know I see something I want right now. Something I've wanted since the first time I saw you." My mind raced...where the hell did that come from? And where had I gotten the nerve to say it out loud. Suddenly I felt like I was floating above my body, watching myself play out some scene from a porn film. One hand went between my thighs, the other across my tits. "Look at me Aidan. Watch me touch myself."

He raised his head and stared, the lust burning from his eyes. The tip of his tongue came out and darted across his lips.

"You like what you see don't you?" I continued to play with myself, rubbing my hard clit slowly, pressing against it.

"Yes...oh god yes Annie." Aidan's cock twitched as if it was responding too.

"Mmmm...feels soooo good Aidan...so wet..." I brought a finger from my snatch to my lips and slowly sucked it into my mouth. "I bet you'd like a taste, wouldn't you?"

"Yes...please Annie...let me taste you." Aidan's voice was a gentle whisper, strangely seductive. I found myself sticking my finger deep inside my wet pussy and offering it to him, my eyes closing as his tongue twirled around it. "That's what you do with your tongue, you know," Aidan whispered huskily. "When you're sucking on Rafe's cock...he told me."

"Do you want me to do that to you? Do you want me to suck your cock like I suck Rafe's?"

"Yes...please."

I knelt before him and cupped his shaft between my tits, surrounding it with the soft flesh. Taking the tip of my tongue I teased his head as I moved my tits up and down his shaft. "I think I'll tease you first." All I heard in response was a groan of frustration. 

I slowly licked around the rim of his head, then up and down the length of his shaft. Letting go of my tits, I took his shaft in one hand as the other cupped his sac. I leaned down and slowly licked his freshly shaven balls, sucking them into my mouth and rolling them on my tongue like giant marbles. Encouraged by the moaning I was hearing above my head, I let his sac fall from my mouth and began nibbling on his shaft as my finger slid past his sac towards his anus. I slowly ran it along the outside of his sphincter, gently teasing it.

By this time my cunt was on fire. All I knew was I needed something in my pussy and I needed something NOW. And Aidan had just the something that would work. I deep throated him twice, twirling my tongue around his shaft on the way down, nibbling along the way up. Then I slowly slid my body up his, rubbing my soaking cunt against his head.

"Annie...no...oh god no..." panic seized Aidan's body as he began to struggle harder against the restraints.

"What? Aidan, please..." I reached down and grabbed his cock and teased my clit with his head...oh he felt sooooo good. "I need this...inside me...Aidan, please...now..."

"GOD DAMMIT ANNIE NO! YOU DON"T UNDERSTAND!" The more Aidan struggled the more his cock played against my slit, almost sliding in, but not quite.

Suddenly the sharp pain from my hair being pulled brought me to my senses.

"You stupid slut!" Master whirled me around so I was facing him and thrust me to the floor. I'd forgotten to close the door behind me, and Master came in just as silently as I had. There was no telling how long he'd been standing there, but obviously, it was long enough. "I make allowance after allowance for you and THIS is how you pay me back? CRACK!" His hand shot out and slapped my face. 

"Master...no...please...I'm sorry...."

"ENOUGH! I fell for that yesterday you stupid cow, not today. You've tested my patience enough. This time you will get exactly what you deserve." 

I raised my tear-streaked face to his and noticed a crowd gathering outside the door. Mistress, Tristan, Chloe, Miranda, as well as some villagers. Standing in the middle of the group, smiling like the cat that ate the canary was Alex. Shit. I'd been set up.

"STRIP!" Master's command stung like his whip.

"What???" Surely he didn't mean to punish me in front of all these people!

"I said strip!" Master grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up to my feet. "Take off your dressing gown Annie. If I have to tell you again your punishment will only be more severe.

I did as Master ordered, my body trembling. Aidan had told me the next punishment wouldn't be pleasant and now I was truly afraid. I let the robe fall to the floor and stood before Master, my head lowered in shame. I had disobeyed...again. It seemed I couldn't control myself. Mixed with the fear of the impending punishment was that overwhelming sense of shame that I had displeased my Master once again.

"You should lower your head you slut. You are nothing but a little cock hound, just like they said yesterday. I'm disgusted with you Annie. I thought living with your Aunt and her extreme religious fervor had taught you some restraint and control. I can see now I was wrong and you must be treated like the trollop you truly are." He twisted my hair in his fist and tugged me roughly behind him. As the crowd parted to let us past, with me stumbling to keep Master's pace and struggling not to cry from the shooting pain form my head, he nodded curtly to Tristan. "Bring out the stock and set it up in the front courtyard. Chloe, go to the village and tell them a public punishment will be conducted in fifteen minutes and I want to see every young man over the age of 18 present. Alys, Miranda, bring Aidan out to the courtyard as well. He needs to learn his disobedience impacts others as well."

As I stumbled after Master my mind raced with the possibilities and not for the first time did I wonder just what I had gotten myself into.

Dragging me by my hair, Master took me into the courtyard to a granite hitching post. A sudden release of my hair and a push from Master had my bare knees hitting the cobblestones and I cried out.

"Oh you'll do more than that before I'm done with you, you little whore. Grab the ring. NOW!" I'd never heard Master quite this upset before. His voice was hard and cold. Almost vicious. He took his belt off and secured my wrists to the hitching post. Behind me I could hear Tristan lugging something heavy and talking to Jean Claude and Philip to help him set up. A cold knot of fear began forming in the pit of my stomach. Men from the village, every man over 18, would be here soon, presumably to see me punished. For the first time since arriving in England, I was afraid. The fear must have shown on my face because Master knelt beside me, an extremely evil leer playing across his face.

"Afraid, Annie? You should be. I've been so good to you Annie. So patient. And this is how you repay me." Master's voice was still stone cold, but soft, almost caressing. "I told you on the first day you were not allowed to play with anyone from the house unless I or Mistress was present. And not only do I see you doing exactly that, but preparing to impale yourself on Aidan's cock. To lose your virginity. Is that how you wanted to lose that cherry Annie? With your first lover restrained, unable to move, to hold you, to caress you?"

Tears were streaming down my face and although the early morning air was chilly and my skin covered in goose bumps I felt nothing but my heart racing and that knot of fear.

Master roughly grabbed my head and pulled it back. "Answer me you stupid slut! Is that how you wanted to lose your virginity? If so, it can be arranged."

"No, Master...no that's not how..."

"Then why, Annie?" Master's voice had gone soft again, his hold on my head relaxing. "Why were you trying so desperately to get that cock inside you?"

"I don't know, Master." That was the truth; I didn't know why I'd been sliding my body up against Aidan's. All I knew was I needed that cock inside me and I didn't care how I got it. "I just had to have it...I don't know...I'm so sorry Master. Please...please forgive me?" I could hear the sound of something being constructed behind me, but Master's hold on my head prevented me from looking.

"You will earn my forgiveness Annie. I've been so patient, so kind to you. And look how you repay me. You must be punished Annie. Punished so you remember who owns you. Don't you agree?"

"Y-y-yes Master." My voice quivered not from the cold, but from the fear of the unknown. Whatever Master had in store for me, it wouldn't be pleasant. At all. Not in the least. 

"Tristan," Master called over his shoulder, "set up the other platform directly across from the stocks...you know the one I want. There's a point that needs to be driven home for our young American pet here, and I've just thought of an excellent way to do so. Alex, I told you I'd reward you for bringing these two to my attention."

"Master," Tristan's voice was no more than a whisper. Somehow I could tell that he didn't like the thought of what was about to happen, and that didn't ease my fears at all. "The stocks are ready and the first of the villagers are arriving."

"Excellent," Master purred, releasing my wrists from the hitching post and dragging me to my feet. As I was turned around I saw a form of stocks used on the Puritans in New England, with a modification. The stocks themselves were on a platform that could be raised or lowered, the transgressor placed in them on their hands and knees, their head sticking through a hole in the middle, their wrists and ankles secured to the base of the platform. Three feet away from this device was a bench, almost rack like in appearance, with shackles at the legs of the end and at the head, above the victim's head. "Annie," continued Master as he stroked my hair, "you cunt, you're about to learn what happens to those who displease their Master." 

I was placed on my hands and knees, my head through the middle of the stocks. Instinctively, I hung my head. Master's hand raised it by my chin and he looked me in the eye. "Oh no my pet, you're going to need to have your head up for this. And you'll want to see what happens to Aidan, I'm sure."

A growing murmur told me the village men were approaching and I turned my head in their direction. Sure enough, an army of them was literally running towards the courtyard, bulges apparent in the crotches of most of them. Whatever was in store for me, these men apparently had seen it before and enjoyed it.



Annie's Education Ch. 09



Chapter 9: Punishment

I was placed on my hands and knees, my head through the middle of the stocks. Instinctively, I hung my head. Master's hand raised it by my chin and he looked me in the eye. "Oh no my pet, you're going to need to have your head up for this. And you'll want to see what happens to Aidan, I'm sure."

A growing murmur told me the village men were approaching and I turned my head in their direction. Sure enough, an army of them were literally running towards the courtyard, bulges apparent in the crotches of most of them. Whatever was in store for me, these men apparently had seen it before and enjoyed it.

Aidan was led to the platform across from me and made to lie on his back, legs spread and restrained to the legs. His arms were raised above his head and shackled to the bench. Mistress came out and spread something on his already erect member, crooning softly to him; admonishing him. He didn't look very concerned so I assumed his part of the punishment wasn't too awful. Mistress leaned down to him and whispered something in his ear, pointing in my direction. At this, Aidan's eyes widened and he began to shake his head in disagreement. I could hear parts of what he was saying, and it seemed he was trying to take the blame for what had occurred in the stable, absolving me of any blame. Mistress just shook her head and as she stood to walk away I heard her tell him it was time he learned that others paid a heavy price for his indiscretions. 

I had only been on my knees for a few moments and already they were beginning to ache. The men from the village were standing between Aidan and me, murmuring amongst them. I strained to catch snippets of their conversations but couldn't make out anything. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jean Claude reappear, dressed formidably in leather pants, bare-chested except for a combination leather suspender and harness that criss-crossed his chest. In his hand was a riding crop. He stood before me, silently taking practice swings with the crop through the air. 

"Oh I'm going to enjoy this I think," Jean Claude muttered as he knelt before me. "Do you have any idea what's about to happen little maid?" He laughed huskily. "Of course you don't. Up until now you've been a pampered little thing, haven't you?" Taking the tip of the crop, Jean Claude caressed my face, up and down one cheek, then the other, all the while talking softly to me, as if trying to soothe an excited mare. "By the time I'm through with you, your ass will be as red as rose. And that's not all. Master's devised something very special for our American cock hound. Something very special indeed."

"Jean Claude, please assume your position." Master had walked over to us and he took Jean Claude's place by my head. In one hand he carried a leather satchel; similar to one I'd seen the village children carry their schoolbooks in. I knew the case held nothing as innocent as grammar school books. "Annie," he began in a voice that seemed to echo through the court yard, "What I walked in on this morning was inexcusable." Master's voice had lost the cold emotionless quality it had earlier, and now he seemed to take on the role of admonishing parent. "You were told of the rules on your first day here, yet you have continually disobeyed them and flaunted my authority. I cannot have that. Disobedience breeds disorder. Disorder breeds chaos. With chaos, the quality of life we have here at Hillenbroke cannot exist. An example must be set, for you as well as for," Master paused and looked briefly at Aidan, "others in our community so that you remember why you are here and to whom you belong." 

Master reached into the bag and pulled something out. He concealed the bulk of it in his hands, but I could see two leather straps that connected to each other and I assumed it was a gag of some sort. Part of me relaxed. So I was to be whipped with the riding crop, gagged so as to keep from screaming in pain. Alright, I could handle that. I was by no means prepared for what happened next.

Master rose and faced the villagers, the object still concealed in his hand. "Gentlemen, I've asked you hear this morning to bear witness and also so that you will all be aware of the terms of this creature's punishment. She was caught acting like a common harlot in the stables with my groom. How perfectly cliché, no?" His question brought chuckles from the men. "After being strictly instructed NOT to play with other members of the household unless her master or mistress had approved and were watching, she enticed this poor young man," at this he pointed to Aidan and continued. "She enticed this poor young man and ensnared him in one of the objects of his own profession. From there she proceeded to not only fondle herself, but him as well. Teasing and toying with him, denying him release from his erection." Master began pacing back and forth in front of me as he spoke. "Now, we've discovered that our little Annie has a particular fondness for fellatio. In fact, she quite enjoys it. Don't you Annie?" He turned and looked at me, waiting for my answer.

"Yes sir." I mumbled.

"Speak up girl. Tell the men here what you enjoy."

I felt my face flush with embarrassment. It was bad enough that these strangers knew what occurred within the walls of this house, but to shame me publicly like this…I hadn't counted on that. I had no idea what Master expected of me, but assumed the more graphic I was in my answer, the quicker this part of the punishment would be over. "Yes, Master. I like to suck cock. I crave it. I love having a man between my lips, in my mouth."

There were plenty of amused murmurings among the villagers at that, along with the usual nudges and knowing winks. 

"As you can see, our pet shows an unbelievable amount of spirit and pride. Not to mention willfulness. Since she is so fond of this particular act, I have retrieved one of my more favorite instruments." He let the gag drop from his hands and held it tauntingly just inches away from my face. I felt myself go red with embarrassment again. Instead of the customary ball gag which I had seen in the magazines Amber would smuggle into the library, a 7" phallus was attached to the straps. Phallus is actually a polite way of describing it. Monster cock would be more true to form. Without further preparation or discussion, Master pried open my mouth, shoved the gag in as far as it would go and secured it tightly at the back of my neck. I could feel the head of the fake cock hitting the back of my throat and I began to gag reflexively. Master began stroking my hair. "Annie, now come on. I've seen you handle similar tools before with no problem. Just relax my pet. Relax and enjoy that sensation of a hard and ready cock in your mouth." 

Tears began streaming down my face as I tried to accustom myself to the object invading my mouth. How long would this go on? My knees were killing me and after only a few moments of being stretched wide open, my mouth felt like it was going to rip apart. Master ignored my tears and resumed his introduction to my punishment. 

"Not only was she fondling herself and playing with this young buck's cock, but when I arrived on the scene it was apparent she had every intention of losing her virginity." Shocked whispers traveled across the courtyard, which confused me. Why would these men give two drops in a bucket how I lost my virginity? Master continued, moving to stand behind me, beside Jean Claude I assumed since I was unable to turn my head. "She has forgotten who owns her. She has forgotten for whose pleasure she exists. As I said before, an example must be made, a lesson taught. Jean Claude will perform the role of executioner…"

My head snapped up at that last word. Executioner??!!?? In vain I tried to express my distress, my unwillingness for this to go any further. In response, I felt Master's hand on the back of my head, smoothing my hair. "Purely an expression of speech, Annie. It simply means he will dole out your punishment. Or at least a portion of it. Remember I told you that you would learn how pain could bring pleasure?" 

I nodded, sobbing against the phallus in my mouth at the embarrassment of it all, of the shame of what I was feeling. As Master continued speaking I felt myself growing more and more excited, my pussy getting more and moister, as if anticipating the sting of the crop against my ass.

"There will be no pleasure this time Annie. Only pain. Rest assured you will not be scarred in any physical way, for that would not serve my purposes. Emotionally, psychologically? That's another matter. By the time I'm through with you and your punishment, never again will you forget to whom you belong or what your purpose here at Hillenbroke is. Every time you think of disobeying me you will remember what took place here this morning. And you will restrain your carnal lusts, your animal longings." Master addressed the villagers again. "For the transgression of playing with another pet without permission and out of sight of her betters, Annie will receive 20 lashes of the crop. For the transgression of toying with a male for her own pleasure, with no regard to his pleasure or comfort, Annie will receive 15 lashes of the crop. For the transgression of behaving like a common whore, brazenly attempting to lose her virginity, the virginity that belongs to her master and whose decision it is as to when and how she shall lose her flower…" he paused here for dramatic effect. The man had stage presence if nothing else. "Annie shall receive 40 lashes." Murmurs and whispers of shock and amazement washed through the courtyard. This apparently was indeed severe. Great. Leave it to me to tick him off so badly he's got to shock the entire village as he makes an example of me. "Yes, that's right. A total of 75 lashes. Jean Claude, you will not draw blood. You will not mark her in any way other than a bruise which we know she is so apt to develop. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master. The slut will be given 75 lashes with the crop, drawing no blood or receiving any marks other than bruising."

"Good. Should her skin show signs of distress of any kind, welts, scrapes, slight bleeding, you will stop your lashes and administer aid to her. When it is apparent that no permanent harm has been done you will resume the punishment. You may begin." I heard Master step off the platform at the same moment the first dreaded 'swish' came through the air and landed with a sharp crack on my ass. I lurched forward from the force of it, crying out against my gag. Again and again Jean Claude wielded that crop through the air with an uncanny flourish, heedless of my tears and muffled cries. As I looked out across the courtyard I saw that several villagers had freed their members and were stroking them vigorously. It didn't take long for the older men in the crowd to reach their climax and as they came, they stood before me and shot their loads in my direction, their jism spraying my face and hair. 

Jean Claude had been counting the lashes as he dealt them and at 25 he stopped. Tears were flowing freely down my face by now and uncontrollable sobs wracked my body. As I looked across the courtyard again, I saw Aidan, prone and erect, with Alex, Chloe and the other female pets playing with his tool. A silent tear rolled down his cheek, a sign of tenderness I had not expected from him. He mouthed "I'm sorry" as Jean Claude or someone spread a cooling lotion across my ass. My nose was running rather noisily by this time too from all the crying. A handkerchief was held in front of me and I was given the instructions to blow. Feeling quite the three year old child, I complied and the lashing resumed. It was another 25 before Jean Claude stopped, his hand running over my flaming cheeks, eliciting a husky moan from me. 

"Oh ho," he laughed as he addressed the men, "so this is not so painful after all? Perhaps our little pet has become fond of the crop? Could this be so? Or is it that hard cock between her lips which does not go soft? I wonder. I wouldn't be surprised if it were both." Without further ado or comfort to my aching ass, Jean Claude finished the lashing, not pausing quite as long as he had between strokes as he had in the beginning, perhaps feeling sorry for me and wishing to get this over with. To my surprise, I found myself sucking the cock in my mouth, twirling my tongue around it as if it were the real thing. No longer was I aware of the stinging hits of the crop. Instead, I found I was quite content to suck on the dildo in my mouth as villager after villager beat off in front of me. I even sensed my hips beginning to rock in that ancient rhythm as my pussy became flooded with my juices, but stopped and controlled myself thinking that it would only bring more punishment. As Jean Claude swung the crop through the air, its small leather flap smacking smartly across my ass, Master stepped back up to the platform. As the final lash hit my ass I felt Master undo the clasp which had held my gag in place and ease the cock from my lips.

"75 lashes gentlemen, and bravely taken I might add. But that is not all to this wanton creature's punishment. Alexandra, you may begin. Annie, I want you to watch…all of it."

Alex smiled cattily in my direction as she ascended the platform that Aidan was on. She was naked as the day she was born, her large nipples erect, the sun gleaming off her toned body which obviously had been oiled. She knelt beside Aidan and began sucking his cock, her mouth bobbing up and down as he groaned.

Master knelt beside me and began stroking my hair as he spoke. "How does that make you feel, Annie? Seeing another woman suck Aidan's cock? Are you jealous? Do you want that to be you instead of her?"

The men from the village swiveled their heads as if watching a tennis match, clearing waiting for my response. "No Master."

"No what, Annie?"

"No Master, I am not jealous." The hell I wasn't. She didn't deserve to be near Aidan. She was just using him. Again. Like she'd obviously used him earlier to set me up. I knew though, that answer would not be appropriate. 

Master laughed. "Annie, don't ever play poker. Your face betrays you. Just watch my pet. Watch him take another woman. Watch him get pleasure from another woman. Watch him give her what you so desperately wanted this morning."

As if on cue, Alex straddled Aidan, guiding his member between her lips and leisurely sinking down on it with an exaggerated combination sigh and moan.

I felt something cool on my ass which I assumed was to ease the sting from the first part of my punishment. My eyes widened as I felt a finger probe my anus. A gasp escaped me as a slow tingling sensation began to grow in my sphincter, as if craving something.

"Oh yes, Annie. Aidan doesn't care right now who rides his cock or whom he pleasures. Why? Because he knows he's a pet, a mere toy thing to be used for our pleasure, as you are."

I felt something stretching my anus and gasped again as I felt one, then two fingers slide in and out of my ass. But whose? I turned my head and saw Master's arm reaching behind the stocks so I assumed it was his.

Master chuckled. "Yes, Annie," he said as if he reading my thoughts, "That's my hand back there. Since you were so eager to lose your virginity this morning I thought it would be a shame if you didn't succeed. It's just not the virginity you thought you'd be losing, is it?"

I shook my head, pushing back against his fingers. Why was I pushing back? This was disgusting, abhorrent. The ultimate taboo made worse in that it was done before a crowd of horny, sex crazed men. The once flaccid cocks of the villagers were again being stroked to hardness.

"Annie, I didn't hear you. This isn't the virginity you thought you'd be losing is it?" 

"No Master." I gasped as I felt the fingers withdraw only to be replaced by something larger. Something that had a slight buzzing sound. Oh god, I thought, no…he's not…oh god he is…he's going to fuck my ass.

"Watch them Annie. Watch Alex ride your young buck to pleasure. Watch him struggle to fulfill her." Master began sliding the vibe in my ass, the pain almost excruciating, yet at the same time exquisite. Master stopped, allowing my anus to stretch around the invader and become accustomed to it. I watched Aidan and Alex as instructed, tears streaming down my face. I told myself over and over he didn't want it, he didn't want her. That he was doing this because he had to, because he was made to. Damn if it didn't look like he was enjoying himself though.

Master began pumping the vibe in and out of my ass. "Tell me Annie…tell me who you belong to."

"You Master, I belong to you." The sensations washing over my body were incredible. I didn't know if it was the lube or the insane circumstances surrounding my first ass fucking that were inducing them. My mind seemed to be in battle with itself…the old Annie who was disgusted and horrified at what was taking place and the new, uninhibited Annie, who was in her element, at the mercy of a sensual and powerful man, being pleasured and tormented in front of a group of strangers as she watched the man she wanted being fucked by another woman.

"And who's cock do you crave Annie?"

I forgot myself and the answer that would have please Master the most, the answer any idiot would have known he wanted to hear. "Aidan's," I gasped. "I want Aidan's cock Master."

He ruthlessly shoved the vibe in my ass as far as it would go and left it there, buzzing, tormenting me as he roughly grabbed my head back by the hair. "What did you say?" he hissed through clenched teeth, a vein bulging out on the right side of his neck. I could see his heart beat as the vein throbbed.

"I'm sorry Master. Yours. I want your cock. Only your cock."

"That's better slut. Remember that." Master began roughly fucking my ass with the vibe as Alex rode Aidan to what must have been her third climax. "I own your ass. I own your body. I decide who you play with, when and how." Master pumped my ass with each word, almost as if fucking my ass with his own cock. His breathing was ragged and I could smell his scent. Heaven help me, but at that moment all I truly did want was to suck his cock, to feel that large tool in my mouth, to have Master play with my body. "I decide when you lose your virginity and how and to whom. Is that understood?"

"Yes, oh fuck, yes Master. My body is yours to do with as you please. I'm so sorry Master. I'm sorry I disobeyed you. I'm sorry I've displeased you. Oh god….oh please…please Master…"

"Please what, you little whore?"

Without even thinking about it or thinking about my surroundings, my answer burst forth. "Please let me cum…oh god please Master…I need to cum so badly."

I heard the villagers and Jean Claude laugh along with Master. "Well boys," Master asked the crowd, "Should I let her cum? Should I let her have her release?"

The answers were mixed, but most seemed to think I deserved at least some form of pleasure from this. 

"You heard them pet…cum…cum for me…for these men…show them how wild and uninhibited you are."

His permission was all that I needed. An animal like howl came from I have no idea where and I realized it was me…I was cumming so hard I was howling like a beast from hell. I felt my juices squirt from my pussy as Master began vigorously pumping my ass with the vibe and fingering my clit.

"Yes…oh yes Annie…god what a treasure you are!" I felt something hot and sticky hit my ass and I realized that Master had reached his own climax. "Alex, that's enough. You're done."

Without another word, Alex dismounted Aidan, sneering at me as if to show me what the 'perfect' pet did. Aidan groaned, his cock almost purple. Clearly he had not been allowed his release. Mistress, Miranda and Chloe helped him up and led him back to the house. Something told me he wouldn't be allowed to cum for a very long time, at least not until dinner this evening, if then.




Annie's Education Ch. 09



I felt the bar being raised from above my neck and hands helping me to stand. Philip and Tristan were at my sides, massaging my arms and legs as Master sat down on the edge of the platform. "Now Annie, your punishment is not yet complete."

What on earth could be in store for me now? I'd been humiliated in front of the people I lived with, not to mention a group of strangers. I'd been forced to perform fellatio on a dildo as these strangers beat off and came on my face. I'd had my anus raped, for lack of a better word, in front of these same strangers while being forced to watch the man I was attracted to be fucked by a woman I hated. What on earth could Master come up with as further punishment?

"As soon as the boys are done massaging your limbs, you will be placed back into the stocks. You will suck each man here to completion at least twice; more if the gentleman is able."

I stared at him disbelievingly. He'd made his point with the obscene gag. He surely didn't mean this. In the back of my mind, though, I knew Master was dead serious. He wanted to teach me a lesson. One I was beginning to learn. I truly was at his disposal. My body, all parts of it, were his to do with as he pleased. Obviously, right now it pleased him to have me suck off the village men and be treated like a common whore. 

"You heard me Annie. You will suck each man and swallow his emissions at least twice. While I doubt the older among them will be able to cum more than once if they've already climaxed from the earlier portion of your punishment, I'm sure the younger among them are not only able, but more than willing." Master reached into the satchel again. "Rafe here will make sure the platform is at the right height for each gentleman so your pretty little neck isn't strained. Afterwards, he will place these around your neck." Master produced a collar, complete with tag, from the bag. The tag read 'Property of Master Hillenbroke. Will suck cock on command. If willful spank as needed.' 

I felt myself being placed back into the stocks. My entire body was numb except for the throbbing of my anus. I couldn't believe this. What was the term Jean Claude had used? Cock hound. Master was turning me into the village cock hound. Literally. I felt myself go red with embarrassment. Maybe my aunt was right. Perhaps these carnal urges as she called them did lead to evil things. A voice inside me disagreed. The urges were normal, it said, it was the person in charge who was twisted, who was being evil. 

Master patted my head as he got up from the platform to allow the first villager, a grizzled old man of at least 80, to step in front of me. "Annie, you will wear this collar for 30 days. For those 30 days you will not walk upright, but on all fours. Rafe will be in control of your lead, and when not with him, you will be in the doghouse I'm having placed outside the stables. You will take your meals there. You will not be allowed to use your hands. You will suck any cock that is presented to you, is that understood?"

"Yes Master." I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes again. I couldn't remember being so humiliated. Not even by my aunt.

"When it is time to retire, if you've behaved, you will be allowed to sleep in my room, on the floor. If you've been a very good girl, I may even allow you to sleep at the foot of my bed. However, if you've been naughty, or if I receive any bad reports from these men about your behavior, you will sleep in your dog house. Is that understood?"

"Yes Master."

"Now that's a good girl," he said, with another pat on my head. 

The octogenarian stepped in front of me, his wrinkled staff semi-erect in his hands. "Go on slut…you heard your master…suck it…suck it good."

With a deep breath and a reserve I didn't know I had, I placed my lips around his cock and began my life as Annie the Cock Hound.



Annie's Education Ch. 10



It took most of the afternoon to suck each cock presented before me. Rather than tire of the action, the taste of the sperm hitting the back of my throat, I found myself craving the next hard dick, wondering what that man's semen would taste like. Would it be salty? A little sweet? Sour, perhaps. All I knew was that with each cock, my hunger grew. 

When the last villager had walked away, tucking his softening member back into his slacks, Tristan and Rafe eased me from the stocks. Rafe placed the collar around my neck as Tristan massaged my arms and legs. Giving me a gentle pat on my still aching ass, he smiled. "She's all yours Rafe, you lucky bastard."

"Sometimes life here can be unbelievably good, can't it Tristan?" Rafe chuckled as he hooked the lead to my collar. He began to walk towards the stables, gently tugging at my lead. I began to follow on my feet when he stopped and turned. "No Annie. Down."

I immediately remembered Master's instructions. I got down on all fours and began crawling after Rafe. He made his way to the stables slowly, for which I was grateful. An afternoon on my knees left them sore and tender. Each cobblestone seemed to dig into my kneecaps.

Rafe hooked the lead to my 'dog house' and knelt beside me, fondling my tits. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you looked this afternoon?"

I blushed as my nipples hardened from Rafe's attention. "It was awful."
 "You got what you deserved Annie. Each of us has had to be reminded of our place at least once. And yes, truthfully, I'll agree with you. Parts of it were a bit over the top. He didn't have to have Alex fuck him in front of you. He certainly didn't have to take your ass that way, in front of everyone. That's no way to introduce a lovely such as yourself to the anal delights." Rafe began kissing my neck, nibbling along the nape, sending shivers down my spine. "But the rest of it Annie…you loved it, didn't you?"

I blushed deeper as that familiar moistness between my legs. "Yes," I whispered. Heaven help me, I wanted it again…I wanted Rafe's cock between my lips. I wanted to feel his hard member thrusting in and out, fucking my warm, moist mouth. I had no idea where this was coming from. I should be tired of it by now, I told myself. Definitely well sated. That wasn't the case, however. I wanted that cock and I wanted it now.

"Louder Annie. You liked sucking all those dicks. Even the old ones." Rafe's hand left my tits and traveled to my bare cunt. Laughing as he felt my wetness, he began tracing slow circles against my clit.

"Yes," I replied louder. "I loved it. With each one I wanted more." I heard Rafe's zipper go down. Thank god, I thought, my mouth salivating in anticipation.

"Good girl. I could tell you liked it. You went after each one with such enthusiasm." He lifted me to my knees and stood in front of me, his erect member just inches away from my face. "Feed."

I placed my hands behind my neck and greedily went down on his dick. I slid my mouth up and down his shaft, sucking my cheeks in on the way up. I was rewarded by a small groan from my keeper. 

"Oh yes Annie. Damn, even without your hands you are so good. Mmmm…"

I let him pop out of my mouth long enough to murmur my thanks, then went back to my task.

"Your tongue, Annie. Use your tongue."

I began swirling my tongue around Rafe's shaft and head. I could taste his precum, a little on the sweet side, and knew I was doing well. With no warning, Rafe grabbed my head in his hands and began thrusting his cock deep into my mouth again and again, his head viciously hitting the back of my throat.

"God yes…suck it…suck it you little slut…unnnnhhhhhh"

I sucked even harder, my own pussy getting moist and the familiar tingle of an impending orgasm building in the center of my clit. I couldn't believe it. Was I going to get off just from Rafe ejaculating? As Rafe continued to fuck my mouth harder and faster, his grunts and groans growing louder as he approached his own climax, I found myself moaning and whimpering against his shaft as my orgasm continued to build. When the first wave of cum splashed against my throat, I felt my body convulse involuntarily, not from a gag reflex, but with electric sparks as I felt my pussy gush, throb and pulse. 

As he withdrew from my mouth, Rafe planted a series of soft kisses against my neck, whispering in my ear. "You are amazing, you know that? Tell me how much you love sucking cock."

I laughed. "I love sucking cock. Thrive on it." Where the hell had that come from? But it was true, I realized. I did thrive on it. As humiliating as this morning had been, it did prove a point. I loved the feel of good stick cock between my lips. The only problem was, once I had it between my lips, I wanted it between my legs. How I knew this I had no clue, since I'd never had one between my legs. Still, though my own orgasm was pretty powerful, I felt something was missing.

As if reading my mind, Rafe eased me down to the ground on my back and slid between my legs. "Impressive as your orgasm was, and it truly was Annie, it's not quite the same is it?"

I sat up, regretfully pushing Rafe's head away from my snatch. "No…shit…don't make me do this." 

"It's okay Annie. I've got Mistress' permission." He nodded over his shoulder. Sure enough, Mistress was leaning against one corner of the stables, a very pleased smile on her face. I had no idea how long she had been standing there, but I gathered it was long enough. 

"Go ahead, Annie. Enjoy it. You deserve it after what my brother put you through today." She seemed to sense my hesitation and she crossed over to me and knelt by my head. "He's not the only one who can make the rules around here my dear. And it's not as if you'll be breaking any. I'll be right here…watching." She lifted my head and placed it in her lap, her hands caressing down my shoulders, down to my breasts. I tensed then figured, what the hell, why not? 

I laid my head back into her lap and closed my eyes as Rafe knelt his head between my legs and began licking at my outer lips, every once and a while teasing my hardening clit. I felt Mistress's hands slide down to my breasts to my nipples. Her long fingers gently rolling them until they stood out. 

"Feels good doesn't it Annie?" Her breath was hot as she whispered in my ear. I nodded, afraid to open my mouth for fear my inner doubts would come forth. I couldn't suppress a gasp though as I felt Rafe's teeth against my clit. He nibbled and sucked at it until my back arched, lifting my hips off the ground. Without thinking my arms went up behind me and around Mistress' waist. "That's it baby," she whispered, "let it go…just flow with it." I groaned in response and pushed my pussy up against Rafe's eager tongue. My eyes popped open as I felt her lips against my throat. "Shh…" Mistress continued trailing kisses down my throat, "just relax and let it happen baby." Again I thought, why not. It wasn't like my mortal soul was 'free from taint' as my aunt would put it. I was probably well on my way to hell if she was right. I let my head sink back down to her lap as I felt her tongue begin a counter assault on my nipples as Rafe continued waging war on my pussy. I felt myself floating, and with my eyes closed I could concentrate on the feelings coursing through my body and Rafe and Mistress talked to each other as they continued to pleasure me.

"Suck her clit Rafe…nibble on it…make her moan." He complied as did I. "Oh yes, you were right, she positively purrs" Mistress' tongue twirled around my nipple as she sucked on it, Rafe mimicking her actions on my clit, my body lifting completely off the ground as I grunted and groaned in pleasure. 

"She's quite vocal too Mistress, if you'll let her."

"Oh really," she chuckled. "Go ahead Annie…let's her what this little kitty has to say. You like this? Do you like Rafe sucking on your cunt while I play with your tits?" Her fingers twisted and tugged at them as she questioned me.
 "Yes…oh god yes…that's it…suck on it Rafe…oh please…"

"And what about me, Annie? Does my sucking on your tits make you feel good?"

"Oh…oh shit…yes…yes Mistress. It makes me feel good."

"Mmm…good…because I like sucking on your tits…the boys were right…they're amazing when erect." My body twisted and arched under the double assault being conducted on my body. "I'm not like my brother, Annie. It's not about control with me…it's about your pleasure. You cum anytime you want to."

Rafe began sucking and nibbling harder on my clit as Mistress' mouth went down on my tit, sucking and nibbling on one as she tugged and twisted the other. That was all I needed. My eyes squeezed shut and colors exploded behind my lids as wave after wave of electric shocks coursed through my body. I heard myself cry out again and again as my pussy clenched and throbbed with each wave of my climax. I felt myself being released and laid down on the ground, totally spent. I opened an eye and saw Mistress lapping my juices from Rafe's chin and lips. It seemed there were whole world's of religious sexual taboos I had yet to explore, I thought as I drifted off to sleep.

I awoke to a rude poking at my shoulder with the toe of someone's boot. "Git up slut. The master said you were to suck any lad's cock and I've got a good one for you." I opened my eyes and saw one of the young men from the village standing in front of me. "I said git up. Suck it before I go to the Master. Gotta say though, I wouldn't mind seeing you punished again like this morning." His hands were undoing his slacks, releasing his cock and stroking it.

I got up on my knees but obviously not quickly enough because his hand shot out and grabbed me by my hair, pulling me up and forward. I had barely had time to open my mouth before his rod was thrusting roughly in and out, fucking my mouth with abandon. It didn't take long before he grunted a couple of times and blew his wad down my throat. He released his hold on my hair, throwing me to the ground without saying a word and walked away.

Instinctively I curled up to a seated fetal position, hugging my knees tightly to my chest and rocking. Part of me wanted to scream out in rage, frustration, agony. Another part wanted desperately to earn Master's forgiveness at any price, to find myself back in his good graces. The two sides waged a silent war of back and forth that afternoon, each trying to declare supremacy. Finally I realized I could never go back to the life before Hillenbroke; the life where admitting you had sexual needs and desires was sinful, the life where sex as something sinful unless shared within the confines of marriage, the life where anything other than the sexual act between two partners of the opposite sex was a mortal sin and would damn your soul for all eternity. Where did that leave me though? I knew deep in my heart what Master was doing wasn't quite right. There was a fine line between dominance as a means of sexual control and dominance as a means of psychological abuse. There was something else brewing in this village, or at least the manor. Something not quite ethical, but I didn't know what. It had something to do with those injections, of that I was positive. I didn't get a chance to work it out further as my thoughts were interrupted by a shadow falling across me. I looked up to see Master, silhouetted by the sun behind his back. Instinctively I hung my head in shame.

"You should be ashamed." His voice was quiet, unemotional as he stood before me. "You're a quick study, though, I'll give you that. It won't lessen the time of your punishment however. A month is what I said in front of the men and a month is what you'll get. Your obedience, however, will make this pass quickly and a bit more enjoyably I would imagine. Young Colin has already been up to the manor house to make some comments about your obedience."

My head jerked up at that. That little prick. He complained to Master, I knew it. Something must have shown in my eyes because Master chuckled.

"Don't worry Annie. He had nothing but good things to say. I imagine we'll be seeing a lot of that one over the next month. Someone will bring your dinner out shortly and Tristan will bring you inside before it gets dark."

He turned and left, leaving me with my thoughts. I looked around at my surroundings, wondering again how a quiet, shy, religious young woman could have not only arrived at such a situation, but not actively sought a means of escape. How could I sit here, naked, chained to a dog house, as a man stood before me, admonishing me like a misbehaving dog, yet still want him, crave him, desire to please him. Was that because of what was being injected? Was it some sort of mind control? Or was this a part of me I didn't know existed? Some dark hidden recess of my mind that wanted to yield completely to whatever a man desired? Did this make me a sexual pervert or was this normal? Did all women feel this way or was it just me? I stretched out on the ground, seeing for the first time, a blanket inside the dog house. Pulling it out, I arranged a nest for myself and curled up in the warm afternoon sun for another nap.

When I awoke, the sun was sinking behind the hills, a large orange ball, turning the surrounding sky vivid shades of purple, blue and rose. Chloe was walking towards me, two dog bowls in her hands. I flushed with embarrassment, but whether it was from shame or self consciousness I didn't know.

"Here you go. I'm not supposed to linger and talk to you, Master's orders." She set the bowls down in front of me; one full of water, the other full of chopped up bits of steak. At least I'd be well fed during my punishment. Overcome by the day's events, I felt the tears start to stream down my face. Chloe bent down and hugged my head to her chest, stroking my hair. "Sh, love, it will be alright. We all know the two of you were set up. I think even Master realizes it, but can't go back on his word. Just do your best to behave and the next month will go by quicker than you think."

I sniffed back my tears, staring at the ground. "You'd better go before he notices how long you've been gone." I didn't want to be the cause of another friend getting into trouble. Aidan! I hadn't seen him since he'd been led away this morning. I looked up at Chloe as she turned to leave. "Is he okay?" 

She knew who I was referring to and hung her head. "Annie, don't ask, okay? Especially not Master. It's better that you not know."

My mind raced with the possibilities as Chloe walked back to the house. I began to pick up a bit of meat with my fingers when I stopped myself, the hair on the back of my neck standing up. I looked up towards the house and saw Alex standing in an upstairs window, watching me, waiting for me to disobey. I dropped my hand and keeping my eyes on her, lowered my head to eat my dinner. She flounced away, obviously angered by my adherence to Master's commands.

As the sky grew darker, Tristan appeared with a lead. "Come on Annie. Time for bed." He released my collar from the chain connected to the dog house and attached the lead. My limbs were stiff from kneeling so much today and I longed to rise up, stretch and walk on my feet. I knew that wouldn't be happening anytime soon though. Tristan was as considerate as Rafe, and went slowly over the cobblestones in the courtyard. The pile of the carpeting on the stairs dug into my knees as we made our way upstairs. I couldn't see or hear any of the other members of the household. As if reading my thoughts, Tristan spoke softly as we entered Master's bedroom. It was dark with the exception of a few candles. "They're all in the west wing. Master's decided to have an impromptu entertainment." I looked up at him questioningly and he shook his head. "You'll find out soon enough, Annie." He attached my collar to a lead connected to the foot of Master's bed. A large cushion of brushed suede sat there, with a flannel blanket folded neatly at one end. My bed, I assumed. I crawled up on it and pulled the blanket over me as Tristan silently left the room.

I don't even remember my head hitting the cushion, but I awoke to a darkened room and the sounds of a couple having sex. Master's grunts I recognized, his partner remained anonymous. I laid there, listening, trying to ignore them, to ignore my own arousal at what I was hearing.

"God you have such lovely tits."

"Thank you Master." Alex. I should have guessed. 

"You know…you were quite…cruel to those two today…don't think I'm not aware of what …goes on … in my own…household Alex." I could hear suckling sounds between his words and gathered he must be sucking at those 'lovely tits' as he put it. I felt a surge of jealousy burst forth from the pit of my stomach. Why her? Was it her cruelty? She was beautiful yes, but why was he so enamored of her. Or did he know fucking her would drive me crazy? I heard Alex gasp out in pain. Curiousity got the better of me and I slowly knelt up at the foot of the bed to see what was going on.

The pair were laying crosswise on the bed, affording me a direct view of everything that went on. Alex was on her back, her long black hair fanned out against the blankets. As my eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, I saw that her arms were above her head and restrained to Master's headboard by leather straps. Her legs were spread in a similar fashion. A flash of lightning illuminated the room and I saw Master kneeling between her legs, attaching a pair of nipple clamps. After securing the second one, he gave the connecting chain a gentle tug, illiciting another gasp from Alex. Was he going to punish her for setting me up? As I continued to watch them, I felt my cunt grow moist. Master connected another chain to the one between her breasts. This one he trailed down to her pussy, where his hand was teasingly massaging her clit. 

"Answer me Alex," he continued playing with her clit, rubbing and pulling on it until it was hard and erect. "Why were you so mean?"

"Because I'm jealous Master." Alex writhed underneath him, enjoying his attention to her clit, the pressure of the clamps on her tits. The more she writhed it seemed the more the clamps pulled on them. 

Master attached the other end of the second chain to her clit, receiving another sharp gasp from Alex. "Why are you jealous Alex?"

"Because … oh…oh god…" Alex writhed even more as Master slid weights on the chain between her tits. Every movement she made now caused the weights to slide and pull even harder on the chain. Master continued to kneel inbetween her legs, one hand pulling on the chain that was attached to her clit, the other stroking his massive cock.

"Because why, Alex. Answer me." Master's voice had gone cold.

"Oh god…feels soooo good. Because everyone loves her. Because you love her."

Master knelt over Alex and began nuzzling her neck. "No, I don't love her," he said between nibbles and trailing kisses down her neck. "She's new to this, she's not as experienced as you were when you arrived Alex. So special attention must be paid to her. Besides, why should it matter if I care for her?" Master stopped stroking his cock and moved it to the lips of Alex's pussy, rubbing his head against her clit. The action seemed to drive her wild as she began thrashing about, pulling against her restraints. "Why Alex…tell me why?" Master's breathing became ragged as he became more exicted.

"Unnnggghh….because….oh god….because I want it Master. I need it sooo badly."

"What Alex? What is it you need so badly?"

"Your cock Master. I need your cock."

"This cock Alex?" He thrust it inside her once and withdrew, going back to rubbing the head against her clit.

"OH…yes…yes Master, that cock. I need that cock in my pussy Master. Must have it in my pussy."

Master gave her two deep thrusts with his cock in response then withdrew. "Like…that…Alex?"




Annie's Education Ch. 10



"Yes…oh fuck yes Master…" Alex was whimpering, thrashing wildly underneath him.

"Do you think you deserve it?"

"No Master I don't…I know I don't. But please…oh god please…I'll be ever so good…I promise."

Master began thrusting in earnest now, his cock pistoning in and out of Alex's stretched pussy. My own box was dripping. I fought the urge to play with my clit and nipples, knowing if I brought myself to climax it wouldn't be quiet. There was a good chance the two of them wouldn't hear me, but with my luck lately I didn't want to chance it. The lay like that, fucking for what seemed like hours, Alex thrashing underneath him, her cries getting louder as she climaxed again and again. Master's thrusts getting more determined as he grunted and let out that animal roar I'd come to associate with his ejaculation. As he came, he roughly pulled the chains connecting the clamps to Alex's body, releasing her clit and tits. She joined his cries of ecstasy, sitting upright underneath him, wrapping her arms and legs around his chest and waist. 

The two of them collapsed back on the bed, panting. A flash of lightning lit up the room as Alex turned her head in my direction. I tried to duck down before she saw me, but I wasn't quick enough.

"Well, well, well." She panted, "look what we have here. Enjoy the show Yank?"

Master turned his head and saw me. He chuckled as he nipped at Alex's chin. "Be nice, Alex. She's had a rough day." I started to sink back down, but Master's voice stopped me. "No Annie, stay where I can see your face. Were you awake for all that?"

"Yes Master," I replied quietly. 

"And?"

"And what Master?" I looked at him quizzically, wondering where this line of questioning was going to lead.

"What did you think? Did it turn you on to hear me fucking another woman? Or did you see all that too?"

"Yes, I saw most of it Master."

"Oh really?" Master rolled off Alex and sat on the edge of the bed. "Did it excite you?"

"Yes Master." My voice was barely above a whisper.

"What?" Alex rolled over onto her stomach, her head close to the foot of the bed. "I don't think the Master heard you Yank."

I raise my head and looked at her defiantly. "Yes," I answered in a louder voice. "Yes it turned me on."

Master got up, lit some candles by the bed and poured two glasses of wine. I obviously hadn't worked up a thirst. Laying down on the bed next to Alex, he looked at me as he sipped his wine. "Did you touch yourself Annie?"

"No Master. That is forbidden."

Alex looked at Master. "How do you know she's telling the truth."

He laughed, taking another sip of wine. "You've obviously not been present when Annie's climaxed. There was that first night she was here, but I think you, uh, had your attention elsewhere." Master referred to the first dinner I had attended at the manor, where Alex had gotten punished by being teased and not allowed to climax. That was the only time she'd been present during my training.

She pouted, sipped her wine, looking at me over the rim of the glass. Her eyes suddenly lit up with a devious twinkle and I felt my stomach drop in concern. She was up to something. Something I wouldn't enjoy I was sure of it.

"Master, may I ask you a favor?"

"I don't know Alex, do you think you deserve a treat after the way you behaved this morning?"

"Please Master…I've promised to be good from now on. And this will help her training."

"What is it? Although I think I already know what you have in mind."

Alex giggled and nodded. "Yes, it's what we discussed last night. Please, can I get it?"

Master nodded, and Alex gleefully got up and ran to an armoire at one corner of the room. She rummaged through the door as the knot of concern in the pit of my stomach grew. Master spent the time alternating his gaze between Alex and myself. Although he obviously knew what was going on, he wasn't about to share that information with me. A sign, I would soon learn, that would make me wary of what was about to happen. With a delighted squeal Alex turned and came over to the foot of the bed. In her hands was a strap on dildo. She looked at me, smiling wickedly, as Master fastened it around her waist and legs, the erect piece of rubber protruding obscenely from her snatch. 

"Supplicant." Alex's voice was cold and commanding. Oh she was going to enjoy this, I thought as I assumed the desired position. A different tact than the one she took the other night, but I already knew what was coming. "Now….feed."

I knelt before her, with Master sitting back on the edge of the bed, stroking his cock again. Although he'd just begun, it was already quite erect and I couldn't help thinking that I'd rather feed on his. I'd had the taste of rubber in mouth already today and found I didn't really enjoy it. A slap across the face brought my attention back to Alex. 

"I…said…feed, bitch." Alex glared at me, one hand playing roughly with a breast. I placed my hands at the back of my neck and leaned forward, my mouth open slightly. I knew this hesitation could mean more punishment. I knew disobedience would mean a night in the dog house, in the rain that was now beating down against the windows. Yet I couldn't help it. The larger part of me rebelled and I sat back down on my knees and hung my head in shame. "Ohhhhh!" Alex turned away in frustration. "Stupid yankee cunt."

Master rose from the bed and came towards me. "You know what this means, don't you Annie?" His voice was quiet, almost tender, but not quite. I'd disappointed him yet again.

I nodded my head and released my collar from the lead attached to the bed and crawled to where he was standing, tears streaming down my face.

"You are full of surprises. I expected a bit of pleading…it is coming down quite heavily you know." Master appraised me, his gaze wandering up and down my naked body, as if he'd overlooked something, something important. Again I nodded, my head hung down. "Very well then Annie, come along." He attached the lead and we left the room. As we were descending the stairs, Master questioned me. "Why didn't you beg Annie? Why didn't you plead with me to let you stay inside."

"Because Master, to do so would have been pointless. The terms of my punishment were laid out quite clearly this morning. I directly disobeyed one of my betters." I had a difficult time getting that last word out without sounding sarcastic, and to my surprise, Master chuckled. "And," I continued, "if you'd relented and let me stay indoors at the foot of your bed, Alex would have been pissed off. Which would only mean more trouble for me in the future."

Master took an umbrella from the stand and held it as best he could, over both of us. He scurried across the cobblestones to avoid me getting drenched from the rain, a futile effort. It was coming down in sheets. I was soaked to the skin when we arrived at my dog house. Master attached me to the house and ran into the stables, returning with some extra blankets. "Dry off good and proper, and stay inside. I don't want you catching cold." His voice was uncharacteristically caring, and I was surprised, until I realized a pet sick with pneumonia would be difficult to explain. As would an American exchange student who died under his care. 

As he ran back into the house, I wondered where I had gotten the nerve to disobey. Then I realized, with a start, that it wasn't nerve that made me disobey, but fear. I disobeyed because I wanted to suck that dildo. I wanted to present Master with the scene of me kneeling, naked, before Alex, sucking on a fake cock. As I dried myself off and settled down best I could to sleep, I tried to turn my thoughts away from that fact and get some sleep.

The next morning I awoke to a rude knocking on the roof of my house. The field hands from the village were all lined up, bulges apparent in some pants, cocks already out and being stroked in others. Crawling out of my house, I brushed the hair out of my eyes and began my work. As I had the day before, I found myself craving each new cock with every load that I swallowed and was disappointed when the last man had zipped up, patted me gently on the head, and walked away. Mistress passed him as he was leaving the courtyard and had a few words with him, a medical tray in her hands. She smiled at what he had to say and the two parted ways. 

"Well, Annie, you've certainly gotten yourself a fan club in the village. Dickins there just told me you were the best pet we've ever had for this punishment." Mistress took a cotton swab of alcohol from the tray and swabbed my arm, then injected me with something. She noticed my cautious glance at the syringe and stroked my hair. "It's harmless, really, Annie. Trust me." My only response was a dubious glance and she laughed. "Honest. It won't harm you. In fact, I think it may make your punishment go down a bit easier."

"Mistress, may I ask a question?"

"Certainly, Annie."

"What is it exactly, Mistress?"

Mistress sighed as she rose to go back to the house. "I can't tell you that Annie. Master doesn't allow that. I know I said I made some of the rules here as well, but not that one. I wish I could tell you, really I do." She gave me a concerned look. "You do trust me, though, don't you?" I gave her a hard, discerning look and knew instinctively that I could trust her and I nodded. "Good girl, now here comes Rafe for your morning grooming."

"Mistress, where's Aidan?" I knew I shouldn't have asked, but I couldn't help it. I hadn't seen him at all yesterday after the morning punishment session and there was no sign of him today. Mistress stopped dead in her tracks and I wondered if I'd made a huge mistake in asking.

"Annie, please don't ask about him again. Especially in Master's hearing. I will tell you that he will not be…seriously…harmed. He's been sent away for his punishment. Now let's hear no more about that, shall we?" I nodded silently. "Good girl. Good morning Rafe, I do believe your little pet here needs some attention to her grooming." Mistress smiled mischieviously at him. "Then I'd like to see you and Philip in my office. Purely…uhm…professional. Of course."

Rafe laughed. "Yes Mistress. I'll be there straight away." He turned his attention to me as he switched the leads on my collar. "Come along then my girl. I've always wanted to do this job." I must have looked concerned because he laughed as he said, "Oh don't worry…I won't nick you…too much." He winked as he led me inside the stables.

My days were pretty much the same after that. The field hands would wake me up and I'd suck off eight or ten of them before breakfast. Mistress would then arrive with my morning injection and Rafe would groom me. At some point during the morning, Tristan, Jean Claude and Philip would come to me, sometimes individually and sometimes in a group. If they came in a group, they're favorite thing was to have me stroke the other two while sucking the third, switching places at least three times before the first one came in my mouth. Occassionally they would bring some of the male help from the kitchen, and either Tristan or Jean Claude would lay in front of me, licking my pussy, with Master's permission of course. When this happened, I would always look towards Master's study and find him in the window, watching, nodding his approval. In the afternoons I'd have a group of senior boys from the village school, granted they were of age. There were at least three among them who came of age during my punishment, and Master would come out and give me permission to use my hands and tongue. The poor lads never lasted very long when I did, but were always hard and ready by the time the rest of their friends had their turns. One of the girls would bring out my dinner, and at dusk, Tristan would come and lead me into the house. I had not had to sleep outside other than that first night, and Master hadn't allowed Alex to use the strap on with me again. Master did however, make certain I was awake every night when he retired and would have me watch whomever he was with. He seemed to be a different man with each girl. He was the most controlling with Alex, using a variety of whips, paddles, clamps and other toys on her. The more he tormented her the more they both seemed to enjoy it. She was definitely a girl who liked it rough and it seemed the rougher the better. Lin Mai he would truss up, legs and arms behind her back so her pussy was prone and waiting if she was on her back. It didn't look that comfortable but she certainly enjoyed it. Other times he would suspend her from the ceiling in a swing type harness and take her from various positions. Always, though, she was restrained in some way. He never had Sarah without Amanda and was quite content to beat off as he watched them, spraying both of them with his cum as he climaxed. With Chloe, he was very different. He never took her in the missionary position or from behind, she was always on top, and very often it was he who was restrained to the bed as she snaked her body up and down his, teasing him with her tongue before sliding her hot pussy on his cock. Every night though, he made certain I was awake and watching, especially it seemed, when he was with Sarah and Amanda. He took great delight in seeing my face flush as they pleasured themselves, my eyes widening with each new sexual item I was exposed to. I was very careful not to touch myself without his permission, which sometimes he granted, sometimes he withheld. It got to a point though, where I looked forward to the night, to see who he would be with and what they would do. If I couldn't lose my virginity I could at least watch others give in to their sexual desires. After that second day however, I did not ask after Aidan again, nor did I see any sign of him or hear his name mentioned. It seemed the boy was truly in disgrace.

One night near the end of my term Master brought Alex to the bedroom. Alex had a wicked gleam in her eye as she passed my cushion. She leaned down and whispered in my ear, "You have no idea how long I've waited for this, you cow." She began to light candles around the room as Master closed and locked the door. A small tight knot began to form in the pit of my stomach. Master began to undress as Alex stood before him. 

"Strip." One word, quietly said, but with more force than I'd ever experienced from him. Alex began to slowly disrobe, taking her time, as if knowing her leisurely pace would upset him. It did. Master yanked her evening dress down with one swift motion. "When I say strip, you do it quickly, is that understood?"

"Yes Master." Alex's voice was breathless, her excitement already evident by her hard nipples. She stepped out of what was left of her gown and unfastened her garters, rolling them neatly down her legs. She soon stood bare before him as he continued to disrobe. I watched in silent curiousity, knowing this wasn't leading up to something good, but not wanting to stop it, or at least my part in it.

Master disrobed and walked around Alex, stroking his cock slowly as he eyed her naked form. "You're nothing but a stupid, weak, insignificant cunt, isn't that right, Alex?"

"Yes Master."

"Supplicant." She dropped to her knees as he continued to walk around her. He stopped infront of her and roughly pulled her head up by her hair. "Oh good girl, Alex," he sneered. "But not good enough I'm afraid." He reached out with his other hand and gave one of her nipples a vicious twist as she gasped in pleasure. "You're still going to get exactly what you deserve tonight. What is that Alex? What are you going to get?"

"Master, you're going to fuck me from behind, savagely, while flogging me."

"And why is that Alex?"

"Because, Master, I'm such a naughty girl. I'm such a wanton thing you must teach me a lesson."

"That's right Alex. And Annie is going to help me, isn't that right." His question was addressed to Alex, not me.

"Yes Master."

He turned to me then. "Come here Annie. Now." I scurried over as best I could on my hands and knees. "Alex, tell her what part she's going to play."

Alex looked at me, her eyes almost glazed over as if drugged and I began to wonder if she was. "Master, this stupid yank is going to finger my pussy while you flog me and she's going to make me cum."

"And if she doesn't make you cum, Alex, what then?"

"Then the little slut will get flogged before being sent outside, Master."

"And who will flog her Alex?"

"I will, Master."

My mouth went dry as Master knelt beside me and turned my face towards his. "Do you understand Annie?"

"Yes Master."

"Good girl. Alex, please set up. Annie go back to your cushion." I crawled back to my cushion and turned around. "Good girl, now on your hands and knees Annie." I did so as Alex went to the armoire and brought out two long leather straps, a riding crop, an hourglass and a strap on dildo. The knot in my stomach grew and I waited to hear what was going to be done with it. Master just looked at me and smiled. Alex stood facing me, her snatch almost right infront of my face. She held her arms out to her sides, waiting for Master. Obviously, this part had been done before and she knew what was expected. Master deftly attached the leather straps to the bedposts and Alex's arms. When he was confident she was secure, he stepped behind her and picked up the crop. 

"Annie, when I turn the hourglass, you will have 5 minutes to make Alex cum. You will do whatever is necessary to get her to cum as I flog her. You will not stop for any reason, not even if she climaxes before the time is up. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master." My stomach began to churn as I realized this wasn't a punishment for Alex, it was a treat for good behavior. This was something she'd wanted since that first night of my punishment. Failure on my part would bring punishment for me, not for her.

Master turned the glass. "Begin." He started lightly tapping Alex's ass with the crop as I gingerly reached out a finger to touch her lips. They were drenched, and my heart stopped in surprise as I felt my own snatch clench. I slowly slid my finger up and down her lips, teasing her, my mouth going dry as I realized I wanted this. I wanted to make Alex cum. Master continued flogging her ass as I slid first one, then two fingers inside her pussy, which got a gasp. "Oh, you like that do you?" Master laughed. "Good girl Annie…go on…excite her…she wants you too, can't you tell?" 

I felt as if my body was being taken over by someone else as I scooted closer to Alex's pussy and pressed my thumb against her clit, rubbing it and pressing down on it at the same time. This got another gasp followed by a moan. I did it again. More moans. I pinched her clit. A sharp gasp followed by a softly spoken "oh yes". All the while Master continued to beat her ass. I glanced at the sand in the glass. Only a quarter of the way down. Using my other hand, I slid three fingers in and turned them around as my other hand concentrated on her clit.

"oh shit, yes…yes…such a naughty girl Master…" Alex's eyes were closed tightly as she surrendered her body to the double sensation of pain being inflicted on her ass and the pleasure my hands were giving her. This continued for the remaining time and Alex came at least three times I could count. The three of us were breathless when Master commanded us to stop. Master from the exertion he used in flogging her, Alex from the pleasure and pain she received, and me from my own combination of excitement and disgust. What was occurring here was obscene, I heard my aunt's voice tell me, an abomination. My own voice answered back that I didn't really care.

"Annie, rest on your knees while I prepare Alex for the remainder of our session." I did as Master commanded, trying to ignore the wetness seeping from my pussy, trying not to stare up at Alex as I desperately wanted to do. I stared at the floor and heard Master helping Alex into the harness. The knot in my stomach returned. Fingering a girl was one thing, sucking a fake cock strapped to her pussy was another. What if it slipped and I found myself nose to crotch with another vagina? What if whatever possessed me earlier came back and I started licking at her clit instead of sucking on the cock? I sincerely doubted there was a patron saint for situations like these, but offered a silent prayer to whichever saint it might be to keep me from mortal peril. I laughed quietly at that last thought. WAY too late for that now, wasn't it?




Annie's Education Ch. 10



"Annie, rise to your knees." Master stood behind Alex, stroking his cock and fingering her wet slit. He had positioned the strap on so that it was slightly above her pussy, so he could easily thrust in and out as I gave her 'head'. "You may not touch her unless you feel you are going to lose your balance. Now feed."

Taking a deep breath, I complied, wrapping my dry mouth around the hard rubber and inhaling the smell of Alex's sex. My mouth immediately started salivating at that, and I wondered why. I felt a sudden push from behind her and realized Master had slid his cock into her. The pushes became consistent, hard, demanding as I continued to suck the fake cock. My eyes were closed, partly for concentration, partly because I truly didn't want to see what was going on. I could hear Master using the palm of his hand to smack her ass as Alex cried out.

"Such…a … naughty…girl…I'm…such…a…bad…girl…"

"Yes...Alex…you…are…a…bad…bad…girl…"

"Oh … god … yes…fuck me…Master…fuck…your little…whore…"

Both of them were nearing their climaxes, I could tell from their breathing. As Master's thrusts became faster and deeper, I found myself rocking back. Instinctively I reached out and grabbed his ass and pulled him forward, keeping my hands clenched on his cheeks. That seemed to throw him over the edge as that tell tale growl came forth along with an anquished scream from Alex. I could feel her body spasming with her orgasm, each wave of it shuddering through her. After a few moments, Master told me to release the cock from my mouth and rest. He undid the ties that bound Alex to the bed posts, kissed her forehead and sent her from the room. As he put the various items away, I felt tears begin to slide down my face. 

"What's this? Annie, what's wrong?" Master looked at me from the armoire. "Answer me. Now. Why are you crying? Afraid we've done some permanent damage to you? Turned you into a sexual deviant?"

I shook my head. "No," I sobbed. 

"Well then," he continued impatiently, "tell me what the matter is or stop your blubbering."

"It's just…it's just…"

"Well?" Master's tone was getting very impatient.

"Master….I just need a cock sooo badly. I want to feel you inside me like you were with her." My eyes widened at the response that came rushing forth But it was true, that was exactly what I wanted…to be taken, just like Alex. To get rid of my virginity once and for all.

Master laughed as he pulled me from my cushion and up into bed with him. "You are such a delight, Annie." He kissed my forehead. "You've behaved so well this last month. You should be at the foot of my bed I know, but I think after tonight you deserve a special treat of your own. Now dry your tears and go to sleep. We'll work on that virginity problem soon. I promise."

I lay back in his arms and nestled in, feeling protected and warm, quickly drifting off to sleep as my Master asked.



Annie's Education Ch. 11



The rest of my punishment was conducted without incident. I didn't see much of Alex, and for that I was glad. I still had not come to terms with what happened the night we were together in Master's chambers. I also hadn't seen Aidan, and was truly worried about him. Mistress' voice saying he wouldn't come to 'serious' harm wherever he was kept playing in the back of my head.

The morning after my last day of punishment, I awoke to feel Master stroking my hair. I had slept at the foot of his bed ever since that one night, curled up at his feet. The need to have him inside me was incredibly strong and I think he sensed that for no other woman was brought to his room while I was there. I'm sure he had the other girls in a variety of ways, but the days of fucking them in my presence were gone.

As I opened a sleepy eye I saw him staring at me intently. Nothing showed on his face so I couldn't tell if he was looking at me with concern, care or indifference. There was no way of ever telling what was on Master's mind at any given moment... "Good morning, Master," I yawned.

"Good morning, Annie. High time you were awake. Your punishment has ended, as I'm sure you are aware. Get up and go to the stables for your grooming then report to Mistress." Master swung his feet over the side of the bed and walked to the armoire. Nothing further was said. It was clear I had been dismissed.

The house was quiet as I made my way to the stables. Aidan was busy sweeping out one of the stalls as I came in and I ran over to him.

"Aidan…I'm so glad you're okay." I went to put my arms around him in a friendly hug.

"You forget yourself Annie." He roughly pushed my arms away. "Or did Master now give you permission to call us by our first names?"

I stared at him numbly. Of course. He was trying to avoid further punishment for both of us. "I'm sorry sir. Please forgive me." I hung my head in shame.

"I'll overlook it today since you haven't been quite yourself lately. Or have you?"
 His voice had a slight tinge of jealousy to it and I snuck a look through my lowered lashes. Like Master, his face was an expressionless mask. 

I made my way into the grooming room and assumed the first position so he could start shaving my pussy. My nipples were already erect and my pussy was moist and hot with anticipation. While Rafe was more than capable of performing this task, he never played with my clit or slid a finger or two deep inside my pussy like Aidan had. Today, however, was different. Aidan went about the task almost robotically, avoiding my clit all together. There would be no more teasing I gathered, at least not here. My heart sank as I watched him silently shave me. When he was finished with my pussy, he motioned for me to turn over and began to wax my ass. This was going to be very different from now on, I realized as he tore the first strip of wax from my body with a ferociousness I had never encountered before. Hurt and confused I turned my head and looked over my shoulder at him, unbidden tears streaming down my face.

"What is it?" Impatience ran through his voice like a raging river.

"Sir…you're so different with me now…not like…well…before."

"I don't understand Annie. My job is to groom you and that's what I'm doing."

"Yes sir, but before, well, you were…well…" I struggled to find the right phrasing for what I wanted to say. Somehow I knew telling him I wanted him to play with me; to tease me like before just wouldn't sit well. 

"I was what? More playful? More tender? Teasing? My job Annie, as I said is to groom you, that's all. That point was made vividly clear to me over the last month." Aidan went back to the task at hand, although not quite as roughly.

Of course, I thought. He blamed me for his punishment, that's why he was so cold and indifferent to me. Feeling satisfied with what I thought was the cause of the change in his demeanor, I turned my head back around and waited for him to finish. After the last strip of wax had been removed, he unbound my hands and walked out of the room. While I may have been satisfied with the reasoning behind his personality change, I wished the old Aidan was back. The one who seemed to delight in teasing me, in bringing me to the edge of orgasm only to let me slide frustratingly back from it without release. I missed the Aidan who would laugh and joke as he performed his job, the one who would be whistling as I came into the stables. Whatever had happened to him in the last month had taken that Aidan away. As I left the stables without another word from him, I wondered if I'd ever see that side of him again.

Making my way to Mistress' office, I found the house to be waking up. Servants were going back and forth hurriedly, and the manor seemed to come alive with a under current of excitement. I ran into Philip coming down the stairs.

"What's going on?"

He stopped at the foot and kissed my cheek. "Morning Annie. Nice to have you back. Well, almost nice." He grinned sheepishly and I looked down at the very apparent bulge in his slacks. As the hall clock chimed the hour, I realized now would be the normal time for him to come see me with Tristan and Jean Claude and I laughed. 

"You're no better than one of Pavlov's experiments, you know that?"

His grin widened as he blushed. "Well, it's an easy thing to get used to. No sense in trying to pretend I'm not going to miss it." He reached down and shifted his slacks to a more comfortable position. "Now what was it you wanted to know?" 

"This place is really humming this morning, what's going on?"

"Oh, the servants. Master is preparing for one of his entertainments. We've been told it will happen within the next couple of weeks."

"Entertainments?"

"Oh that's right…you've never been to one, have you?" His face broke into a wide grin again. "You'll love it, I know you will."

"But what is it?" What I wanted to know was what would be the entertainment, but I suspected I already knew the answer to that.

"Can't tell. You probably won't be included in this one. But don't worry. When the Master feels you're ready, he'll let you know. Hey, aren't you supposed to see Mistress this morning? You better get going."

Were there no secrets in this house? Everyone but me seemed to know exactly what my schedule was. I turned to go down the hall as Philip made his way to the kitchen.

Mistress was bent over a microscope, writing hurriedly in a notebook at her side. I knocked twice before she looked up. "Oh Annie. Good morning. How does it feel to be back on two feet again?"

"A little sore Mistress. And I'm afraid my knees are a mess." That was an understatement. A month of crawling on my hands and knees outside in the dirt and across the cobblestones had left them red and chapped. Definitely not attractive.

Mistress smiled. "Well, we'll soon take care of that." She closed her notebook and went to her desk, taking off her lab coat as she made her way to her desk. She had on a sleek business suit, the color of the blouse matching her eyes, and her hair was up in a simple twist, held in place by two ornamental chop sticks. Her form fitting black skirt rode just above her knees. This woman, I thought, was definitely dressed to kill. Without saying much else, she proceeded to give me my daily injection of what I had come to call Serum X. It was a clear fluid and she got it from a mini refrigerator in the corner of her office. I peered around her when she opened the door and saw a number of like bottles, each identified with a series of numbers. Mistress caught me sneaking a peek when she turned around.

"Still curious about this Annie? I don't blame you." She gave me my injection as she continued to talk. "As I said, it's harmless; else I wouldn't be doing it otherwise. With the exception of last month, you get the same type of injection as all the other pets at the manor." She went back to her desk and began making notes in a lab book.

"Why was last month different Mistress?" As soon as the question left my mouth I remembered the rule about not speaking unless spoken to. It was easier to remember with Master, he commanded your obedience. Mistress however, seemed friendlier, more open somehow. I quickly lowered my eyes and apologized.

"I've told you before Annie, I'm not as stern as my brother. Curiosity is a natural thing, especially when it concerns yourself. And I'm not just talking about the injections now. Do you understand?

She was referring to our encounter at the start of my punishment, and I was sure she had heard about my episode with Alex in Master's chambers. My face flushed as I nodded, suddenly very self conscious about being stark naked in her office. My nipples were already erect from the morning chill, but I felt them harden further as I remembered how it felt to have her lips around them. To my embarrassment, that thought brought a familiar moistness to my snatch. Mistress came out from behind the desk and sat on a corner, next to where I was standing.

"I know you've been brought up to believe certain actions are morally wrong Annie. All we ask, all I ask, is that you remain open to the possibilities. Allow yourself to explore what's presented before you. If you find you don't like something, once you leave here, you never need do it again. Besides," she chuckled, "I'm familiar enough with the Roman church to know that this situation would be considered coercion and you wouldn't be held accountable for what takes place." She brushed the hair from my face as she continued. "Right now though, I'd like you to go upstairs and get dressed. Meet me at the foot of the stairs in 5 minutes. We've got a special treat for you to reward you for your model behavior during your punishment. The field hands were quite disappointed this morning when you weren't outside."

I smiled, thinking they weren't the only ones who missed the usual encounter. I wondered if I would be allowed to continue that now that my punishment was concluded, and just how I would go about asking. Again I flushed at my thoughts as I left Mistress' office and headed upstairs.

Clothes felt very foreign and constricting after a month of being naked 24 hours a day with only a collar. I chose the shortest skirt possible along with a loose fitting blouse. My brassiere was the most difficult to adjust to. Thirty days without one probably hadn't done their firmness much good, but it felt so nice to have them loose and unbound. Now the lace seemed to dig into my flesh, the straps creating red marks after only a short time. The silk of the stockings felt cool and luxurious on my legs, almost soothing on my knees. The shoes however, were the worst. After being barefoot for so long my arches screamed in agony at being forced to bend and stretch to accommodate the high heels. The balls of my feet also began to ache shortly. I teetered slightly as I maneuvered down the hall and downstairs. I found Chloe waiting with Mistress, a broad smile on her elfin face.

"About bloody time!" teased Chloe, giving me a good morning kiss on the cheek. Whatever scent she was wearing was intoxicating. Not quite floral, and not quite spicy. Somehow the odor was something in between, an olfactory siren song that seemed to call out to me to seek out the places on Chloe's skin where she had applied the perfume. The image of the two of us in a passionate embrace surfaced unbidden and I felt myself flush for the umpteenth time that morning. 

Chloe took one arm and Mistress took the other as they led me out of the house and towards the waiting limo, where Rafe stood at attention, his tight leather pants and black shirt making him look more delectable than usual.

"Good morning ladies, Mistress." He helped each of us into the car and closed the door behind us. The partition separating the back seat from the front was up so we could see him, but as far as I knew, he couldn't see or hear us. Unusual, I thought. Must be a girls' day out or something.

"We're headed into London Annie," began Mistress as Chloe poured her a glass of champagne from the magnum that was in the corner of the back seat. "After being exposed to the elements for so long, Master and I decided you needed some pampering to bring you back among the living." She took the flute Chloe offered her and slid her free hand up and down Chloe's leg. "I must say, I heartily approve of your outfit. Tell me, do you find the clothes restricting after being naked for so long?

"Yes Mistress. The blouse is loose enough that it doesn't bother me so much, but the bra is killing me." Chloe offered me a glass of champagne before pouring one for herself. Okay, I said to myself, she's obviously here to serve. Surely that can't be her only function.

"I imagine," continued Mistress, "that the shoes are quite unbearable as well."

"Yes Mistress, actually, they are."

"We've got plenty of time before we reach our destination," she purred as she slipped out her own shoes and slide a foot up my calf, "go ahead and make yourself comfortable."

My mouth went dry at the feel of her foot along my leg and I slid out of my heels, wiggling my toes in relief.

"So, Annie, tell us about yourself. We know some of your background, but not all of it. I would very much like to know just what makes you tick." Mistress had finished her champagne and held the glass out for Chloe to refill.

For the rest of our journey to London that is exactly what I did. I told them about growing up in a strict Catholic household, the pain of losing my parents at an early age, my misadventures in dating, what and when I had done sexually, and how I passed my time while living with my elderly aunt and not going to college. As I was telling them about meeting Amber, the limo pulled to a stop.

"Oh good, we're here." Mistress handed turned to Chloe and whispered something in her ear as she slid her shoes on. Chloe nodded and exited the car. "Now Annie, a day of pampering awaits. I'm sure by the time we go home you'll be feeling like quite the spoiled kitty."

I slid my own shoes back on and followed her out of the car. We were in a fashionable section of London's West End, at some sort of town home. We walked up the stairs and Chloe opened the door, stepping back to allow us to enter. An extremely handsome dark haired gentleman was descending the stairs and his eyes lit up when he caught sight of Mistress.

"Alys! How lovely to see you again. This is her?" he nodded in my direction.

"Yes, poor thing," Mistress replied as she stroked my hair. "I'm afraid she's had rather a rough time the last month."

"Well Annie," said the stranger as he took my hand and led me up the stairs, "don't you worry about a thing. We'll have you feeling human in no time."

We ascended the stairs, Chloe and I in silence as Mistress and the man I began to call The Proprietor chatted and caught up with each other. He seemed to know all the pets of the manor quite well. They spoke openly, not caring what Chloe or I heard, obviously secure in the knowledge that what was said wouldn't be repeated. As we walked, I tried to figure out exactly where we were. It certainly appeared to be an ordinary town home, but I was positive this wasn't the case. I hadn't seen any other people around, and assumed, like most upper class British homes, that the servants were adept at doing their jobs without being seen or heard. When we reached the second floor landing, The Proprietor directed me to one room across from the stairs. 

"Annie, you'll be in here, your Mistress and Miss Chloe will be in the adjoining suite." He opened the door to a cozy bedroom, done in a soft green and rose motif. There was a chaise lounge by the bay window that overlooked the street, a rather large four poster canopy bed, and an armoire. Across the bed was a white satin robe, with a pair of slippers resting at the foot of the bed. A door along one of the inner walls obviously led to the adjoining suite.

"Annie, disrobe and slip into the dressing gown and slippers. Then join us in the bathroom through there," Mistress pointed to the door. "Chloe and I will be waiting for you." She ushered me into the room and closed the door behind me. 

As I turned around, I noticed a mirror on the wall next to the entrance of the room. It was attached to the wall, and looked very plain and inappropriate when considered with the rest of the furnishings. As I began to undress, the room seemed to become overpowered with Chloe's perfume. I turned, expecting to find her in the room with me, but I was alone. The scent was extremely strong and intoxicating. My hands fumbled with the buttons of my blouse as I inhaled the heady scent deeply. Flashes of Chloe and I appeared before my eyes like some sort of Andy Warhol-esque slide show. The two of us helping each other undress; suckling at each other's breasts; playing with each other's clits; in a 69 position. My hands slid over my breasts, taking my nipples between my fingers and rolling them as the images continued. Chloe lapping at my cunt. Chloe fucking me with a vibrator. Chloe in a strap on, forcing me to suck her plastic cock like I had sucked on Alex's. My box became hot and wet, my clit throbbing as my hands traveled down my stomach, sliding between my nether lips and finding my clit. I knew I should stop, that what I was doing was forbidden, but I couldn't help myself. A flicker of light in the mirror caught my attention. No wonder the mirror looked out of place…it was a two way and I was caught, literally red handed. I heard a click and Mistress' voice filled the room.

"It's alright Annie. Please continue."

The scent filled the room even more as I tried to fight off my embarrassment at being caught and comply with Mistress' command. As I breathed the perfume in I found it wasn't difficult. More and more graphic images of Chloe and I began to flash before my eyes as I rubbed and tugged at my hot, throbbing clit and plunged two fingers in and out of my pussy until a ravaging orgasm coursed through my body, making me cry out in a mixture of frustration at not having something thicker than my two fingers inside me and ecstasy from the orgasm that was pounding through me.. I sat on the edge of the bed, panting heavily as Mistress' voice filled the room once again.

"Such a good girl Annie…such a very good girl. Now go to the bathroom please. Chloe and I will be waiting."

I slid into the dressing gown and placed my feet into the slippers. Opening the door I entered a rather large bathroom, much larger than I expected. A wall length mirror was on the wall that should have been the front of the house. I had seen a series of windows on this floor, so I assumed it was a false front and two way mirror, the window being on the other side. A sunken tub the size of a hotel Jacuzzi took up the rest of the room, one side of it going along the wall opposite the mirror. There was no toilet or sink. A series of hooks were on the wall next to the door that must have lead into Mistress' suite and two dressing gowns were already hanging, identical pairs of slippers on the floor directly below. Mistress and Chloe were already in the tub, which was filled to the brim with bubbles. Chloe was quietly soaping Mistress down as Mistress held her arms out, holding a champagne flute in one hand. I hung my robe up next to theirs, placing my slippers underneath, and stepped into the tub.

The water was wonderfully warm, not too hot or too cold. The bubbles were scented, and a deep breath told me it was the same scent Chloe was wearing, but not quite as strong as it had been in the bedroom. I sighed as my body glided into the water. I had no idea such a simple thing could feel so luxurious. Bathing during my punishment had consisted of Rafe taking a sponge and hose to me; more like a substandard shower really. This, well this was pure heaven. I seated myself on the other side of Mistress and picked up a sea sponge, preparing to wash her back. "No, Annie. You will not serve me today. I've decided that today is for you." Mistress set the champagne down on the edge of the tub and turned towards me. "You impressed both Master and myself by your actions and compliance during your punishment. Very much so. As a reward, we've decided that you will be given a reprieve from serving your betters today. I've brought Chloe along to serve us today. Later, you will be served by some of the inhabitants of this establishment."




Annie's Education Ch. 11



I listened carefully, unsure of how to react. Part of that was due to the confusion that comes when your designated role is taken from you. I'd become so accustomed to doing what I was told and thinking that my sole function was to act in a manner to please the Master and Mistress, that now when I was released from that role I found myself at a loss. And part of my uncertainty was because my attention was drawn elsewhere. Mistress' firm breasts were glistening from the water. Bits of soap bubbles clung to them, but her aureoles and nipples were clear. I found myself wanting to reach out and fondle them, to roll her nipples between my fingers, to suck at them and flick them with my tongue. She seemed to sense my confusion.

"Is there anything wrong," she asked, as one hand went to her breast, her fingers caressing her nipple. I looked up at her and saw a teasing glint in her eyes. 

I swallowed. "No Mistress."

"Annie, please don't feel you can't tell me the truth. I've asked you a question and I want an honest answer. Is there anything wrong?" Her other hand went to her other breast, caressing and playing with the nipple.

"I…I'm not sure Mistress." My pussy began tingling and I wanted to reach down in the water and finger my clit. "I'm just not used to not serving I guess."

"That's the sign of a good pet. You've adapted to your training well. Amber wasn't wrong when she said you had the perfect submissive personality." Mistress turned her head to address Chloe. "That's enough. Attend to Annie now."

Without a word, Chloe rose up from the water and moved towards me, so I was now sandwiched between her and Mistress. The water ran off her body as she stood, bubbles clinging to her firm ass. Being seated as I was I got a good clear view of Chloe's cunt., Shaven as I was, her lips were a bit puffy, her clit protruding from them. Obviously this situation excited her and I wondered, not for the first time, if she were bisexual. She placed her hands on my shoulders and eased me back against the tub. Taking the soap in her hands, Chloe began at my shoulders, slowly rubbing the soap over my them, down across my collar bone to the tops of my breasts. Teasingly, she moved to my stomach next, starting just above my pubic bone and tantalizingly moving up to just below my breasts. I heard someone whimper with desire and realized it was me.

"What is it Annie?" Mistress' breath was hot in my ear as she whispered. I hadn't even realized she'd moved closer to me. "Why do you whimper so?" Chloe's hands moved just below my breasts, teasing me further by running a finger tip along the bottom of one. I sighed and arched my back slightly, trying to get her to touch my tits.

Mistress continued, "Why do you arch so, Annie? Do you want her to touch you?"

I closed my eyes, surrendering to the lust that was washing over my body. "Yes," I whispered. "Oh yes."

"Then tell her."

I found the situation easier to deal with if I kept my eyes closed. I knew if I voiced my desires, there would be no turning back. The bisexual side of me would be released, never to be restrained or shut away again. Was I ready to deal with that? Could I acknowledge that part of me existed without being overcome by a severe sense of guilt? Could I act one way while at Hillenbroke Manor and go back to acting another way when back in the 'real' world? After a moment's hesitation I decided I could. "Touch them, Chloe, please."

"Don't ask her, Annie," Mistress flicked her tongue along the outside of my ear. "Tell her. Command her. YOU are in control today. Any actions performed will be done so at YOUR will."

"Touch them. Take them in your hands." I felt a new sense of power coming over me. Would Chloe do as I said? Of course she would, but she would do so because she had obviously been told to do so. I had no inkling that she might want this as badly as I did. 

Chloe complied to my wishes and her soapy hands fondled my breasts, rolling the nipples between her fingers until they were erect and protruding through the lather. I sighed as she continued to wash them, fondling and playing with them as she did so. :"Oh yes, that feels so nice Chloe."

Chloe then directed her attention to my arms, as I felt another pair of hands on my breasts. I raised my eyelids slightly and saw through my lashes that Mistress had picked up where Chloe had left off. Her long fingers toying with my nipples, the blood red polish on her fingernails seeming very erotic against my soapy skin.

"Oh yes, you do like nipple play, don't you Annie?"

"Yes Mistress."

She gave one nipple a vicious pinch as I gasped in pleasure, my back arching slightly once again. "Hmm…and not one for gentleness either, are you?"

"No, Mistress." My words came out in a lust filled whisper. The tingling in my loins growing as Chloe rinsed off my body, squeezing the water filled sea sponge over my skin, water cascading on to it sending the lather running off my glistening body in small streams. 

She turned her attention to my legs next, beginning with my feet, massaging the arches. She slowly made her way up the calf of one leg, then the other, the soap washing away as she put each leg back into the water. When she reached my knees, she was extremely gentle as she heard a gasp from me as the soap hit the raw skin. I felt her lips upon them, as if she was kissing away the roughness. As her fingers went back behind my knee I felt an electric jolt run through me. That was new. She did it again and I gasped again. Mistress chuckled. "Well, seems we've found a new 'hot' spot." I nodded as Chloe's hands moved deftly up my thighs, her fingers again stopping just short of an erogenous zone. 

My own breathing was becoming ragged. I ached to feel her touch on my lips, on my clit. I burned to know how it felt to have her fingers slide up inside me, manipulating my g-spot. "Chloe…touch me…touch my pussy."

She obediently complied, running her finger tips across my lips a few times before focusing on my clit. As one hand massaged it in slow, tantalizing circles, she began sliding a finger from the other one up inside me. She wasn't rough, but she wasn't gentle. There was a definite purpose to her actions, it was clear she was intent on imitating the actions of a cock. Soon I felt her slide two, then three fingers up inside me, again and again as Mistress replaced her fingers on my tits with her mouth, her teeth pulling and tugging at my nipples. I came almost instantly, one hand pressing Mistress' head to my chest, the other pressing against Chloe's hands, forcing them to remain where they were.

"Yes…oh god yes Chloe…that's it. Faster…rub my clit faster Chloe." She pressed hard against it so I could feel her fingertip on my pubic bone as she rubbed in quick small circles. "Fuck yes…oh god…fuck me Chloe…fuck me with your fingers." Chloe again proved to be obedient and began pistoning the three digits in and out of my cunt. I opened my eyes and took in the sight of the three of us in the mirror opposite the tub. I didn't recognize myself, the woman in the middle who was being orally and manually stimulated by two beautiful women. Chloe's blonde hair was an erotic contrast to Mistress' dark and she appeared extremely nymph-like. All I could see was the back of Mistress' head as she nibbled and played with my tits. I had a dreamy, cat-like expression on my face as I felt my orgasm build. Instructions must have been given to Chloe beforehand because she suddenly withdrew her hands and placed one on Mistress' shoulder, a signal of some sort. I was right on the edge of climaxing and their withdrawal left me breathless, panting and wanting more. I whimpered as Chloe silently maneuvered me so my back was to her, which she began to wash. Mistress in turn moved so she could continue feasting on my breasts. I let my fingers roam through her hair, the ends of it wet from the bath. I felt Chloe's hands move down to my ass and suddenly I felt a lathered finger slip between my cheeks. My body tensed as I remembered the last time someone had put anything back there. The memory of the first part of my punishment came flooding back, and all my inhibitions seemed to return. Mistress let the breast she was playing with pop out of her mouth and looked up at me.

"It's alright Annie. I promise. Just take a deep breath and let Chloe bathe you. If it truly becomes unbearable, just tell her 'cease' and she will."

I looked into Mistress' eyes and knew somehow that this was a woman I could trust and believe. If she said Chloe would stop on my word, Chloe would. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and nodded. Chloe spent a great deal of time caressing my ass until she felt my body relax, and then slipped a soapy digit between my cheeks again. She ran her fingertip around my puckered hole, teasing it, teasing me. Mistress continued to suck at my breasts, but I felt one of her hands reach down and begin playing with my clit as Chloe had done earlier. A soft moan escaped my lips as Chloe slide just the tip of her finger into my ass. It felt so different from my previous experience. That had been an invasion, a rape. This, well this was something altogether different. Without thinking I began to move my hips back and forth, working my ass and pussy against the two hands playing with me. 

We danced like this, the three of us, slowly for a time. I took one hand and wrapped it behind my head to run it through Chloe's hair, pressing her lips to the nape of my neck. The other hand I slid down to my clit, to join Mistress' in teasing my hard, throbbing button. I opened my eyes as I began to rock back and forth more quickly and looked into the mirror. I had no doubt that we were being watched, but I could only guess by whom. Whoever it was, they were getting one hell of a show, and I found I didn't care. As if encouraged by the knowledge of an audience, I found myself behaving more lewdly; crying out as Mistress pinched my clit and tugged at it; reaching out to Mistress' cunt and finding her clit; telling Chloe to work her finger faster, deeper, and harder, to fuck my ass. Much in the same way I had orgasmed from sucking cock, Chloe seemed to be reaching her own climax just from helping me reach mine. Mistress had turned her attention away from my tits and was sitting upright, one hand still playing with my pussy, the other working furiously on hers. The only sounds in the room were of three women, all panting and moaning as they climaxed in unison. 

Mistress pulled me close to her and kissed me gently on the lips, then reached over and did the same to Chloe. With no other word, she rose out of the tub, the water gleaming off her tanned, toned body and put her robe on. Chloe wordlessly followed after giving me a shy, blushing smile. Bath time was apparently over. I rose from the tub, my pussy throbbing and mind reeling from what had just happened. Putting my robe on, I glanced at Mistress and found her smiling.

"Go back to your room Annie, you're not done being spoiled yet." Grinning like the cat that ate the canary, she took Chloe's hand and led her to their room. When I entered my own I found The Proprietor there with a massage table set up at the foot of the bed, in line with the two way mirror. 

"Enjoy your bath, love?" A mischievous twinkle lit up his hazelnut colored eyes when he smiled. The man was built, that much was apparent by the way his shirt and slacks fit him. As he turned to continue his preparations I noticed his ass in particular. It was so tight you could bounce a quarter off it and I found myself wondering what it would be like to watch him work out. Did he wear jogging shorts or a sweat suit? It would be a shame to hide that body under a full suit I decided.

"Yes sir, I did." I felt myself blush as I realized this man probably knew everything that had gone on in there. My next thoughts surprised me. I would have thought my realization would have embarrassed me, but instead, I found myself tilting my head and thinking what about that little episode would have turned this man on the most. Was it what happened before I entered the tub or after?

"Good. I like to hear that people are…pleased. Now if you will, disrobe and lie on the table. I can't continue to pamper you under all that fluffy cotton." He winked at me and I felt my heart flutter like I was some innocent school girl flirting with the teacher's aide. I did as he requested and sat on the edge of the table.

The Proprietor ran his eyes over my body approvingly. "Never have liked the waif look myself. You, my dear, are quite lovely. Not to mention," he continued as his hand ran across my breasts, "very responsive. Nothing turns a man on more than being with a woman who's not ashamed or afraid to respond." His eyes bored deep into mine, filling with lust as I was sure mine own were. My breathing quickened as he reached across the massage table to a tray he had set up. Taking a gel filled mask from the table he wrapped it around my head, pulling out my hair from the band that held it in place. Unlike other eye masks I'd seen this one did not allow you to see out of it. The gel, though, had been warmed and the sensation was tremendously relaxing. I felt his hand push me back on the table and roll me over so I was lying on my stomach. "Comfy?" he whispered, his breath hot against my neck, the husky, quite sound of his voice sending a thrill through me.

"Yes sir." My voice shook, not with concern or fear about what was about to happen, but with anticipation. I'd never been blindfolded before and quickly discovered that the other senses are adept at adjusting to compensate. I could smell The Proprietor's cologne, a patchouli mix that wasn't very heady, but still intoxicating. The sound of the latch told me someone else had entered the room. The Proprietor's hands hadn't left my shoulder blades so I knew he hadn't left. Another sniff told me someone had just lit a match and put it to a series of scented candles and the soft whirr followed by the sound of a waterfall told me there was some sort of music system in the room, playing one of those ambient sound cds. 

The Proprietor continued to caress my shoulder blades. "Annie," he whispered, "While I won't be the one giving you your massage, I will be in the room at all times. If at any time you become uncomfortable with what is occurring, all you have to say is 'Stay'. Your attendants will stop their actions immediately and your Mistress will be brought to you. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir." I wondered if he could hear my heart thudding as it echoed in my own ears. Attendants? There was more than one? Were they male? Female? Both? I felt my pussy grow moist as I realized more sexual pleasure was to ensue.

I felt a quick peck on my cheek. "Good girl…so respectful. A couple of my own pets would do well to learn from your example. Now as you've probably gathered, one of the primary functions of this establishment is as a spa. In addition to the most well known lotions and formulas, we've developed our own…unique…formula. From what I've heard about you, I'm sure you'll find it to your liking." I felt his hands release me and sensed him stepping back. "You may begin." 

I felt warm oil being drizzled along my back and a pair of very muscular hands begin to rub it into my skin; kneading and manipulating the muscles along the small and middle of my back. My heart stopped as I felt another pair of hands pull my arms out forward and drizzle oil along my shoulder blades and down my arms, followed by another set of masculine hands rubbing it into my skin. A low purr escaped as I felt tension I didn't know I had float away. I also felt my snatch begin to drip as I realized two complete strangers were giving me my first completely nude full body massage. I gasped as I felt the oil being drizzled over my ass and down my legs, quickly followed by two more sets of hands, again, masculine. My senses were reeling, my heart pounding. I was loving every moment of this and getting wetter by the minute. Four men, four strange men, where attending to me. 

"Are you alright Miss," I heard one of them ask.

"Yes…" I struggled to find my voice and control my breathing which was becoming quite accelerated. "Yes, I'm fine. One question though Sir?" I lifted my head and craned it in the direction I thought would be most likely to find him.

"Yes, Annie?" The Proprietor's voice came from across the room in the direction my head was turned. 

"Am I allowed to uhm…touch?"

"Touch who, Annie?"

"Them, Sir. Am I allowed to touch them?"

"No, Annie. Why do you ask?"

I had become so relaxed from the men's administrations that the answer popped out of my mouth before I had time to think about it. "Because Sir, I want to know if they're naked."

"Yes, Annie, they're completely naked. You're very intuitive, aren't you? Is that the only reason you wanted to touch them?" I felt my entire body flush. "Uhm, no Sir. It wasn't."

"Tell us then, Annie, tell us why you're so eager to run your hands across their naked flesh."

"I want to feel their cocks Sir. I want to know how hard they are." That wasn't all I wanted to do either. The Proprietor seemed to know that as well.

"What happens after you touch them Annie?" I could hear my masseurs' breathing becoming ragged and realized they were getting as turned on by this as I was.

"I don't know what you mean Sir."

"Yes you do, Annie. Don't play coy. What happens when you get a good look and feel at a hard prick?"

"Oh…uhm…that." I felt myself redden again as a tension began to build in the center of my snatch; masculine hands caressing and rubbing every inch of my oiled body. "I want to suck them Sir."

I heard the Proprietor laugh. "Hmmm…seems we can take the cock hound out of the stable yard but we can't take the cock hound out of the girl completely, can we?"

"No Sir." I sincerely doubted any of us would have it any other way. By some curious instinct I was resisting the urge to rub my body against the table as my massage continued, but the desire was very much there as the hands continued to rub my skin, becoming more insistent, more urgent somehow. The Proprietor continued.

"Yes, we've all heard about what a great little cock sucker Simon's found himself. How wanton she becomes when presented with an erect dick. How she'll do just about anything to get one inside her mouth. You've even had one up your bum haven't you Annie? And you liked it. You liked the way your Master fucked your ass."

Memories of the first part of my punishment came flooding back. As painful and intrusive as that first anal experience was, I found my body responding to the images. "Yes," I whispered, "yes I did."

"You did what?"

"I liked the way my Master fucked my ass."

The Proprietor's voice came closer. "Oh yes, yes you did. But that's not where you want that big cock is it Annie? Oh no…not at all. That's not what led to your month long punishment, is it?"

"No Sir." "Where do you want it Annie? Where do you want your Master's big…thick…hard…cock?"

"Inside me...deep inside me." The hands were pressing me down into the table as they massaged me now so that I couldn't writhe and rub against it even if I wanted to.

"But it was inside you Annie…you had your Master's rod shoved deep inside your ass. So tell us Annie…where else did you want that tool? Where would you have rather had it sliding in and out of?"

"Oh god," I moaned as I felt an orgasm build deep inside me. "My cunt…I wanted his cock in my pussy Sir." Once I'd vocalized that desire it was like opening a flood gate. "I wanted him to shove that dick in and out of my box…I wanted to feel his balls slapping against my pussy lips. OH GOD YES!" I cried out as wave after wave of electric shock coursed through my body. I heard my masseurs groan as well and soon felt something warm and sticky hit my skin. The realization that they had either masturbated or been stimulated while massaging me, the latter option meaning there were obviously MORE people in the room than I was aware of, sent me over the edge, crying out loudly as my body shook through the orgasm. The hands continued rubbing my skin, massaging the ejaculations of the men in with the oil.




Annie's Education Ch. 11



As I fought to control my breathing and regain my composure I felt my body being turned so that my front could receive the same treatment. My clit was throbbing and the front of my body was slick with sweat, the inside of my thighs sticky with my juices. I heard the door open and sensed the arrival of a new batch of attendants. I wondered briefly what my aunt would think to know her only niece had just been sprayed with the cum of four complete strangers she had never even seen. My body was coated with oil and the hands quickly began their work. Again, they were all male, the female portion of today's events over, at least for the time being.

"Oh that was just lovely, Annie. You liked it too, didn't you?" The Proprietor was leaning or crouched down by the table, his breath again hot against my skin. 

"Yes, Sir."

"Yes Sir, what?"

"Yes Sir I liked what just happened."

Hands were caressing my nipples, arms and lower legs. I gasped softly as I felt a tongue tentatively begin licking my juices from along the inside of my thighs, just brushing against the edges of my pussy. I couldn't believe it was happening, but that touch, or the lack of it, had another orgasm building.

"Tell us Annie. Tell us what a slut you are."

I hesitated for a moment and the hands and tongue stopped. I understood immediately. Unless I told The Proprietor what he wanted to hear, I would get no second treatment, no further release. It seemed I was not quite as in control as Mistress said I would be.

"I'm a slut, Sir. A naughty, wanton slut." The hands and tongue resumed. The ones working on my arms and lower legs went about their work quickly, you could almost say dedicatedly. There were no gentle caresses or rubs, just a steady massaging of the oil into my skin. When they accomplished their task, I sensed them leave, with only the two other gentlemen remaining. One to work on my clit, the other my tits.

"Annie, Annie, Annie." The Proprietor moved around the table as he spoke so I never knew quite where his voice was going to come from next. "It's time you show your Master your true colors."

"I…I don't understand Sir." Was this man going to make me choose one sex over the other? Would whatever decision I made this afternoon be binding on me when I got back to the Manor?

"Wanton little tramps like you, Annie, like it a bit rough around the edges. Wouldn't you agree?" A hand reached out and pinched my nipple, squeezing it as flat as possible. The pain was intense, but so was the pleasure.

"Ohhhhhh I moaned as a pair of fingers were thrust deep inside me, again and again, rubbing up against my g-spot. "Yes Sir…if by rough you mean like this." I felt my hips begin to lift up from the table as the hand manipulating my clit was replaced with a set of teeth, nibbling and sucking at it while the fingers continued to thrust in and out of my soaking wet box. Teeth were soon at my nipples as well, tugging and pulling at one, then the other. I wanted to move my hips, to arch my back, but I felt hands pressing my shoulders back against the table. I would be restrained, it appeared, but not in the fashion I was accustomed to seeing.

"Look at this my pets," purred The Proprietor as he continued to circle the table. "She's practically begging for it…she can't wait to be fucked good and proper. Isn't that right Annie?"

"Yes…Sir…ohhhhhh…" He was so on the mark with that comment. How I knew a big, thick hard cock was exactly what I wanted I had no idea other than pure animal instinct.

The actions ceased. "Yes Sir what, Annie?"

I swallowed, my mouth dry as a patch of desert. "Yes Sir…I want to be fucked good and proper." The teeth and fingers resumed, a bit harder than before. The sensation sent a shiver of electricity through me.

"You won't be satisfied with just one quick one either, will you? You're going to be the type that wants her snatch filled with a cock again and again. Aren't you?"

"Yes…oh yes…" I moaned softly. The actions seemed to slow, as if giving me a chance to obey the new rule before they were told to cease. "I'm going to want to be fucked again and again. Hard. Deep."

The Proprietor and the attendants chuckled at my unasked for description and continued their administrations. "Oh you are eager to please. Simon was quite right about that." I sensed The Proprietor crouching down next to me, his breath hot and heady against my skin. "I bet you'll be the type of pet who wants more than one cock at a time. I bet you'll be the type of pet who'll be begging for one in her pussy, one in her ass and one in her mouth." I felt his teeth nip along the nape of my neck and tug on an earlobe.

"Oh god," I whispered. "Yes Sir. I want to be stuffed in every hole. I want to feel full."

The actions increased in speed and intensity and I could hear their ragged breathing and the muffled sucking sounds that accompanied a good blow job. All of us were nearing our peak and we knew it. I wondered what it would take to send us over the edge.

"Do you know what your benevolent Master has in store for you my pet?"

"No Sir." I thought I would scream from the frustration of not being allowed to move, of not being allowed to aid in my own release. The restriction magnified each sensation on my clit and tits. Instinctively I knew when I came this time, it would be ferocious. 

"Imagine if you will Annie," The Proprietor began nipping along my neck, my earlobes, down my shoulders. "Being taken again and again in a room full of strangers. Of being the ritual sacrifice on the altar to Eros."

Images of me naked and bound on an altar like edifice seared through my mind. My body began to shudder with the first waves of my orgasm.

"To be fucked again and again and again until you feel you're going to burst. That your pussy is so raw it will start bleeding if this keeps up. That every pore of your body will ooze cum because so many men have had you that night."

The images began to include a line of men, each thrusting deep inside my pussy and fucking my mouth, my hands gripping the cocks at my sides, stroking them until jets of hot cum shot forth across my body.

The attendants began to moan then and I felt their mouths depart. I could hear them panting as I was finally allowed to buck my hips against someone's hand as he finger fucked me through my orgasm. Furiously I ground against that hand, rubbing and gyrating against it, bucking against it as I felt the first splashes of cum hit my body. I came then, with an animal like growl, just as I had anticipated.

I must have blacked out for a moment because the next thing I knew, I was on the bed, the mask was off my eyes and a devilishly handsome blonde man was washing my cunt. I stretched like a cat basking in the sun and turned my head to see The Proprietor sitting in a chair next to the bed.

"Thank you Sir." I said, feeling myself go flush and wanting to run my hands down my body.

"You're quite welcome Annie. It's been our pleasure to serve you. Hopefully we'll get to see you again soon, when more…liberties…can be taken." He rose from the chair and pulled the blonde from between my legs. "Rest now for a bit Annie. I doubt your Mistress and Miss Chloe are ready to go back home yet.

I curled up in the bed, pulling the blankets up around me, my eyes heavy with sleep all of a sudden. I heard the door latch as my eyes closed. They snapped open as the door opened again a few moments later. It was Chloe. Without saying a word, she slipped off her robe and climbed into bed next to me, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me to her in a 'spoon' position. My bi-sexual life, it seemed, was well underway.

We must have slept like babies for at least an hour or so before a male attendant knocked on the door and told us to prepare to go back home. We met Mistress at the bottom of the stairs, by the door, where she was receiving a ravenous kiss from The Proprietor.

"Oh now come on," she laughed, "you know why I can't. I love him."

"Lucky bastard," The Proprietor laughed as he gave her a big hug and held her in his arms for just a second, as if this would be the last time he would be able to get this close to her.

With a return laugh, Mistress descended the steps to the waiting limo and Rafe and we followed. I noticed a bundle of videotapes in the front passenger seat with my name and the date on the label. The day's events had taken their toll upon us and all three of us slept the entire ride home, curled up in each other's arms and laps.

When we got back to the Manor, the whole place was alive with activity. Mistress shooed me and Chloe upstairs to dress for dinner and I asked Chloe on our way upstairs what was going on.

"I had heard Master was planning an entertainment for tonight. I wonder where I'll find the energy for it."

"What's an entertainment?" As we walked into our rooms, Chloe left the connecting door open so we could continue talking. 

"I can't tell you, but you'll find out soon enough. It's nothing terribly awful, but some are definitely better than others." She dressed quickly into a short slinky number that accentuated her legs and came into my room to help me dress. "Annie, I wanted to talk to you about what happened today."

I turned around and placed my arms on her shoulders. "Chloe, it's okay. I know you were made to do it. I understand."

"No, I don't think you do. I asked to be part of that. I've wanted to do that, and more, since the first night you arrived." Her face flushed as she shyly looked up at me through lowered lashes. "I'm just hoping that you aren't completely put off by me now."

My heart thudded in my chest for the millionth time that day. "Uhm, okay, since we're playing 'true confessions'…I liked it. A lot."

We stood there, gazing into each other's eyes until a cough brought us giggling, back to the present. Miranda and Sarah stood in the doorway, arms around one another.

"Told you we'd bring them to the 'other' side." Miranda laughed.

Sarah came into the room and led us towards the stairs. "Yes, but are they truly converts?" We all collapsed in giggles and agreed that nothing could take the place of a real live cock for any of us. 

"Hey, let's let Annie in on our secret." We had reached the first landing of the stairs and I had thought we were going to proceed to the library for cocktails.

"What secret?" I was intrigued. The pets truly thought they had a secret from their masters? Or were they being coy?

Chloe took my hand and led me to what looked like a niche at one end of the landing. Upon closer inspection I noticed there was a small latch at one side. A secret passageway? Checking to make sure the coast was clear, Chloe motioned for Sarah and Miranda to go ahead downstairs and then opened the door, putting her fingers to the lips to remind me to be quiet.

The room was really more of a closet, with a grate in the center of the floor. As I looked down I realized we were over Mistress' office. From here we had a clear view of her desk and could hear everything that was going on. She was dressed for dinner and typing away at her laptop. Master's voice came from one side of the room.

"I don't care what you told her. I'm extremely disappointed in you Alys."

"Shit, Simon." Angrily, she snapped her laptop closed and glared across the room. "You know I don't get off on inflicting pain. You said you wanted to see if the pheromones were effective in a pure unadulterated airborne state as opposed to the concentration. Now you know."

Chloe and I looked across the grate at one another. She was just as confused as I was. Pheromones? Airborne? Concentrated state? Then it hit me. Chloe's perfume. When I was first alone in my room, the air had been saturated with Chloe's perfume. That scent must be a type of pheromone. That's why I saw those images in my head. 

"Pets are not to stimulate themselves without one of us present or without our permission. She should have been punished."

"For crying out loud Simon. She'd just been punished. And the amount you had me put in the air ducts was enough to set a mature elephant into heat. I was surprised she was able to stop when she realized what she was doing. Besides, I don't think she was so naïve as to not know what was going on behind that mirror. A couple of times I saw her look straight at me. You saw for yourself what was going on in the live feed." 

"That may well be sister dear, but those were not my instructions. You are much too soft on the pets Alys. Especially Tristan."

"They're not bloody slaves Simon. And you know Tristan is different."

"No, Alys. No he's not. He's a pet just like all the rest."

"Simon, we're in love…it's different. He's different."

Master's laugh had a cruel edge to it. "Oh that's good. My sister has fallen in love with a pet. I suppose next you'll tell me you two want to get married."

"Actually, Simon, we have talked about it." The room fell quiet. "Well say something. Congratulations, good luck, well done…it's not every day your sister tells you she's thinking of marrying one of your best friends."

"He's feeding you a line Alys. I've seen him do it a thousand times. This has gone on long enough. You'll stop your sessions with him and discontinue using your formula on him." 

"It is not a line, Simon, and I haven't been using my formula on Tristan for over 4 months now. Check the log books. You'll see I've been rotating the girls with him." 

Master strode into view and took the notebook Mistress offered him. Flipping through the pages angrily, his neck began to turn red. "You bloody stupid cow. This isn't what I instructed. You could have ruined everything."

Mistress took the book back from him and showed him some of the pages. "Look here…I kept the concentrations as you instructed, just the formula has varied. I know what I'm doing."

"You may think you know what you're doing, but you've forgotten who you're dealing with. I tell you how to conduct this experiment Alys. I tell you which formulas to use at what concentrations and on whom. You'd do well to remember that." Master leaned menacingly across the desk. 

"Or what?"

"You do want to continue your research, don't you?"

"Don't threaten me you bastard." Mistress matched his stance and glared right back at him. She obviously was not a woman who cowed easily. "I've had just about enough of your 'do as I say or I pull the money' routine. One of these days Simon, you'll find I've had quite enough and I'll take my research elsewhere. Then where will you find your pets?"

"You're bluffing sister dear. I can see it in your eyes. Besides, even if you did have the backbone to pull out, what do you think would happen to your standing in the scientific community if it was discovered that you'd been using and altering a person's chemical reaction to pheromones for your sexual deviance? Don't think I wouldn't Alys. I would. Most definitely. And we both know, as male dominated as your field is, which one of us they'd believe." Mistress dropped the notebook and sat down, her head hanging down dejectedly. She'd been beaten and she knew it. "I knew you'd see my reasoning. From now on Alys, you will have no more sessions with Tristan. You may use Phillip or Rafe if you wish. But not Tristan." He paused, looking triumphant. "Or maybe…yes…yes, I think this is much better. We've been talking about training Jean Claude more fully as a dom. Start him on an injection of 45% concentration of your formula and 55% of Serum tomorrow morning and have him wait for us in the dungeon."

She looked up at him. "Us?"

Master cupped his sister's chin in his hand. "Yes, dear. Us. You and me. What better subject for Jean Claude to train on than a mistress who's grown too fond of her pet?"

Chloe and I could hear the panic in Mistress' voice. "But…that will…"

"Yes, it will, won't it? And while we're at it, increase Alex's injection of my formula to 95%."

"You're absolutely mad, you know that?"

"Just do it Alys. Now compose yourself and join us in the library. The others should be gathered by now." Master strode from the room as Mistress broke down in tears, covering her eyes with the palms of her hands. Chloe motioned for me to leave, and I quietly but quickly followed, knowing it wouldn't take much to put Master in a foul mood this evening.

We followed Master into the library and Mistress joined us a few minutes later. If I hadn't been witness to what occurred in her office, I'd assume that everything was fine. She kept a good distance from Tristan though, and I wasn't the only one to notice that. I was, however, the only one to notice her slipping a discrete note to him during dinner.

Dinner itself was a sumptuous affair, more so than usual. Master had decided to turn it into a mini celebration to welcome back his two wayward pets. For some reason I found myself basking in his praise even though the tiny voice in the back of my mind was shouting at me to fly at him, rage at him for what he had done to his sister. I couldn't help it though, and found myself yearning for his touch, his kiss, the feel of his hands on my body. My cunt was moist for most of the meal.

When dinner was finished and servants were clearing the plates, Master pushed away from the table and pulled out my chair. "Annie, you may retire now."

I looked at him quizzically. "Master?"

"I said you may retire. You may go to your bed." I stood there wondering what I had done to displease him. What about the entertainment? Wasn't I going to be allowed to join the others? I had thought since dinner was a celebration of the end of my punishment that the entertainment was being held for the same reason. "Why are you still standing here?" Master's cold steel voice broke through my thoughts.

I hung my head. "My apologies Master. Have I done something to displease you?"

"No, Annie, you haven't. Now tell me why you are so brazen as to question my command. I thought you learned your lesson this past month. Don't tell me I was wrong?"

I don't know why I did it, but I dropped to my knees at his feet and leaned over until my forehead was touching the toes of his shoes. "I'm sorry Master, forgive me. I had heard there was to be an entertainment."

Master took my hair and pulled me up firmly to a standing position and took my face in his hand so I could not look away. "Who told you?"

"I asked Philip about it this morning."

"Did he tell you what it was?"

"No Master. He told me you would let me know when I was ready."

Satisfied with my answer, Master let go of my hair. "Very good," he said, nodding in Philip's direction. "And so I will. For now, you may retire. If you want, I'll send Chloe or Alex in to give you a…good night kiss and tuck you in."

I blushed deeply as Master and Alex laughed. "Good night Master." I turned to Mistress and bade her good night as well and made my way upstairs. 

I tossed and turned for a long time that night, unable to shut my mind off. My brain was awhirl with memories of what had happened at the spa and what I had seen and heard with Chloe in the secret room. Since I couldn't sleep I thought now would be a good chance to peek around Mistress' office to see if I could figure out just what kind of pheromone experiments were being conducted. The others were off somewhere at the entertainment, presumably in the east wing, since the part of the manor my room was in was dead quiet. I crept downstairs, but when I reached the landing a sudden noise startled me. I froze in my tracks, positive that the sound of my heart beating was echoing through the house. I thought I saw someone headed for the stairs so without thinking I ducked into the secret passage.

Mistress' office was dark except for a small lantern. She was pacing back and forth, not in her evening dress, but some sort of white robe. There was a series of knocks and she went to unlock the door. I wasn't surprised to see Tristan come into view, wearing the same style of robe. This must have been what the note at dinner was about.




Annie's Education Ch. 12



The next few days followed without much excitement. I know it sounds odd, but life at the manor had fallen into a rather dull routine. Classes had begun by this time so after my morning grooming sessions I had a quick breakfast then a heavy class schedule. Aidan was still cold and standoffish with me, and had even gone so far as to refuse when Master offered him one of my now famous blowjobs after dinner. Our fellow students and faculty eyed us with a mix of unabashed curiosity and downright scorn. Some of the women on campus didn't take many pains to disguise or whisper their comments as we walked past. I found the first few times being called a slut, whore and trollop behind my back a bit mortifying, but after awhile it became amusing. After all, it was difficult to be any one of those things when you still had your virginity. Some professors, knowing our dress code at the manor, insisted I sit in the front row, legs uncrossed. I did as asked and on more than one occasion was thanked by some classmates for making the professor cut class short. Other professors seemed to single me out for interrogations on the material covered the class before, as if intent on proving my lasciviousness had an impact on my IQ. While I was amused to prove them wrong, they were not. A high intellect was not, apparently supposed to go along with a strong libido and wanton behavior.

Chloe and I had told Lin Mai, Miranda and Sarah about what went on between Master & Mistress the day of my spa treatment. Lin Mai and Sarah didn't seem to care, but Miranda was definitely interested. We agreed Alex was not to be trusted with this information, our line of thinking leaning towards the 95% of whatever making her more than a little untrustworthy. Between the three of us we had devised a schedule of sorts for sneaking into the closet to see what more we could discover, but so far, nothing else had been revealed. The grate was too high to let us discern the small type that was on the vials, but I did note that there was the same amount of vials as there were individuals living in the house. Kept on a separate side of the refrigerator were six more vials, clearly marked with roman numerals and different colored caps on it. We decided that one of those was the infamous Serum V, but we had no idea what it did or what I through IV and VI did. 

One morning on my way back from my grooming session before I headed off to class, Master called me into his office. I assumed the supplicant position now without being asked and without thinking if I was naked. This seemed to please Master. As I knelt beside his desk, images of previous training sessions flashing before my eyes, I wondered what he had in store for me now.

"I've been going over your tapes Annie." Master never bothered to look up from his papers when he spoke with me, unless it was to admonish me or order me to suck his cock. "Yes, tapes. I'm sure you're smart enough to realize that the events that took place at the spa were taped. As has every training session you've had."

"I hope my Master is pleased with my progress." I held my head down, eyes cast to the floor. Imagining him watching those tapes made my pussy tingle and the juices begin to flow.

"Oh I am. Very much so. In fact," Master pushed away from the desk and stood in front of me, "I'm so impressed with the progress you've made that I've decided to remedy your situation much sooner than I anticipated. Feed." The last command was given almost as an afterthought, and I greedily complied. As was often the case, my need to have my Master's cock in my mouth was unusually strong when I was in his office. I held my mouth open and bobbed up and down his rigid staff. "You're to be fitted for your trousseau this afternoon. Mistress and the other female pets will be taking you into town. Oh my yes...such a good little cock sucker I have." His hands fisted in my hair as he began to move my head back and forth, controlling the movements and pace. "Tongue...use your tongue, slut."

I began to twirl my tongue around his shaft and head as I was moved back and forth. His precum tasted sweet upon my lips and made me thirsty for more. It took every ounce of control I had not to start moving my hips back and forth. Master knew this and chuckled. "Don't you move...don't you dare move Annie. Oh yes...that's it my little whore...suck it...suck your master's cock. Hands Annie...use your hands."

I continued twirling my tongue around his shaft and sucking as I placed one hand around his cock and used the other to cup his balls. During one of my training sessions after dinner, Miranda had shown me how to roll a man's balls in the palm of your hand, gently, slowly, methodically. The hand around Master's shaft echoed the movements of my head, up and down, twisting slightly. Master's movements became more intense as he wrapped my hair around his hands even more tightly and began thrusting his hips, lost in his own nirvana. "That's it...that's it...suck it...suck my cock...oh god...I can't wait to fuck you Annie...suck it harder whore..."

I moved my hand up and down his rigid stick faster and faster in matching rhythm to my head. The need to move my hips, to have some kind of pressure against my clit was maddening and I began moaning as I sucked my Master. The vibrations sent him over the edge and with a loud roar as he flooded my mouth with his semen. I hungrily sucked it down, licking his shaft and head and using my index finger and thumb to milk the remnants of his juice onto my waiting tongue. I gazed up at him as he panted for breath.

"Oh yes, you like that don't you slut?"

"Yes Master."

"What would you do Annie, if you couldn't suck my cock anymore?" Master zipped up his slacks and returned to the papers on his desk. I remained kneeling.

"I've never thought about that Master." That was true. Certainly there would be a day, wouldn't there, when I wouldn't be able to have his dick in my mouth. A panic settled in the pit of my stomach. That would mean one of two things. Either I would no longer be living here at the Manor or Master would have a new pet to train. Both thoughts seemed awful. "I don't think I'd like that Master."

"You don't think?" 

"No, Master, I know I wouldn't like it."

"You wouldn't be able to do anything about it though, would you?"

I hung my head as I realized he was right. I wouldn't. My body was his to do with as he pleased. If it no longer pleased him to have me suck his cock, there wasn't a thing I could do about it. "No, Master, my body is yours to do with as you please. I have no say in the matter."

"I'm glad to see you remember that. One thing I admire about you, Annie, is that I never have to tell you something twice. Since that little episode in the stables, you've never forgotten who owns every bit of you." Master put some of the documents in his briefcase and pulled out an envelope from one of the desk drawers. Sitting on the edge of the desk, he handed it to me. "This is for you to use this afternoon. Go ahead, open it."

I peeked inside and found a platinum credit card. Confused, I looked up at him.

"As I was saying before, you will be going to the village this afternoon with Mistress and the other girls in order to get your trousseau."

"My trousseau? I don't understand Master." Trousseaus were for brides. I wasn't even dating. Unless...a chill ran through me as I began to suspect what Master had in mind. The pointed reminder of who owned my body...the trousseau...he was going to marry me off to someone. No, that couldn't be it. Could it? Master laughed as he saw the confusion play across my face.

"You're wondering why you would need a trousseau, aren't you. I've always been a strong believer that every woman should lose her virginity as a bride to Eros. Free from all the inhibitions society places upon her and the act of sexual intercourse. I'm combining this belief with one of my more charitable notions. Over the next four days you will be shown off to various friends and business associates of mine, as well as those of Mistress. Friday evening I will hold a rather different version of my infamous entertainments and your virginity will be auctioned off to those people who have had a little preview of what you have to offer. The proceeds will, of course, be donated to charity, and you, my little wanton slut, will finally be rid of that pesky maiden head."

Four days...I was going to lose my virginity in four days. I was stunned. This wasn't how I'd imagined it at all. Then again, my sexual awakening hadn't been anything I'd imagined either. Still, to lose something that precious to a virtual stranger, all because he had the most cash, it just didn't seem right somehow. Then it hit me. Master said I'd be shown to Mistress' friends as well. I assumed this meant women. There was now a distinct possibility that I would lose my virginity to a woman. 

"Troubled, my pet? Feeling a bit like a..." Master paused as he put some papers in his briefcase and snapped it shut. "Like a whore? Like you're about to be pimped?" He chuckled. "Let's face it Annie, you are. You'll be sold to the highest bidder for an evening of carnal pleasure. Mostly theirs, but knowing you, I'm sure you'll find yourself enjoying it as well." He walked past me and out the door. "Now go get dressed to go into the village. Mistress wants to get an early start." 

Stunned, I knelt there for a few moments, letting it all sink in. Ever since my punishment in the courtyard I'd found myself struggling even more with my conflicting emotions. When I was away from him, I found myself hating Master. Up until now, I'd always believed that there was something good, no matter how minute, about everyone. Since coming to Hillenbroke, I wasn't so sure. Here was a man who took great pleasure in degrading, debasing and tormenting not only women, but men as well. His perversions, I was positive, ran along the same lines of the Marquis D'Sade. Once in my Master's presence however, my feelings did a complete 180. The mere sight of him made my nipples stand out and juices begin to flow. Having him touch me sent shivers up my spine and I found myself thinking I would do anything, absolutely anything, to have him touch me intimately. When he did touch me, when he played with my nipples, fingered my tight, wet, cunt, I felt as if I could climax instantly and that no other person, man or woman, would be able to elicit the same reactions from me as he did. Should he toy with me then take his full pleasure with another one of the girls, it didn't matter whom, I found a gnawing seed of jealousy forming in the pit of my stomach; even if that other woman was Chloe. Especially if that other woman were Alex. I longed for the day he would take me completely, the time when he would thrust that rigid cock of his deep inside my pussy, so that I could prove to him I was twice the fuck Alex was and could never hope to be. 

I made my way upstairs and began dressing for my outing, suddenly titillated at the notion of what my chosen garments might consist of and at the same time envying other, true brides, who knew their future lover intimately, knew his tastes, what he'd find erotic and sensual. I picked out a short pleated skirt in a soft gray, accompanied by a scarlet red blouse of washed silk. Underneath I put on the laciest black bra I could find and decided to do without the garter belt for today, and pulling my stockings up so the elastic band at the top stopped just short of the hem of my skirt. I completed the outfit with a pair of black strapped sandals with a 5 ½" heel. Taking a look at myself in the mirror I decided I looked just wanton enough without being too over the top.

Mistress and the others were waiting by the car when I arrived. Lin Mai, Chloe, Miranda and Sarah were all talking excitedly, reminiscing about their own "firsts." Alex had one of the biggest frowns I'd ever seen.

"Fine, the stupid cow's here. Let's get this over with." With a flounce, she got into the car. 

"Alex, what did I tell you earlier," Mistress' voice had a note of warning that was unusual for her. "Any more remarks like that and you can be certain that Master will hear of your attitude problem."

"I just don't see why I have to be included. I don't care what she wears. I don't care who she fucks. I simply don't care."

Rafe playfully pinched my bottom as I followed the others into the car. "Do I get a preview?" he whispered.

Mistress leaned across me to pull the door shut. "Certainly not Rafe. Don't be cheeky. Now let's get going."

The ride into the village didn't take long. I had only been there during the evenings or on a weekend day, and was surprised to see how different it was during the week. Matrons and young mothers were out running errands. Shop keepers were busy arranging window displays, gossiping with customers and fellow merchants. Once our car came into view it was a different story. Conversations stopped mid-sentence as their eyes followed in our direction. I noticed more than one look of relief wash over a merchant's face as he realized his establishment wasn't our destination. Alex seemed to be lost in her own little world and took no notice of what was going on. Mistress and the rest of us did, however, and the other girls were beginning to get uncomfortable. Obviously this was not the sort of reaction they were used to. Mistress, on the other hand, was beginning to get down right pissed.

"Rafe, stop the car."

"But,"

"No 'buts' Rafe. Stop the car. We'll walk the rest of the way."

The car slowed to a stop and Rafe came around to get our door.

Before she got out, Mistress turned to us. "I've had just about enough of this attitude of theirs. It's bound to get a bit nasty around the edges girls. Just remember, there's nothing wrong with the way you're dressed or the manner in which you've chosen to live."

Miranda, always one for taking a blow at proper society, grinned. "Bring it on! These frigid cows haven't seen anything yet!"

Patting Miranda's knee, Mistress smiled. "That's the spirit. Don't let them get to you. And heaven forbid they do, don't let them see!"

We all climbed out of the car and waited for Mistress to lead us to the first shop. Heading towards the grocers, she asked Lin Mai to take the list Jean Claude had given her and pick up some essentials for dinner. The rest of us waited outside while Lin went in. A few seconds later, she walked out, empty handed and frowning.

"She wouldn't serve me. That stupid woman told me they didn't wait on geisha girls." Her expression remained calm, as did her voice, but we could tell Lin was absolutely seething.

Mistress took the list and handed it to Rafe. "Take care of this please. We'll be at the bookstore."

Rafe went into the grocers as we crossed the street to the local book emporium. We hadn't even crossed half way before the open door was slammed shut, the lock audibly slid and the "Closed" sign turned in the window. By now, a crowd of older women and young mothers was gathering along the sidewalks, looking very much like an angry mob.

"Fine." Mistress fumed. "If that's how they want to play it, that's how we'll play it. Come along girls. Rafe will know where we've gone next." Mistress attempted to get back on the sidewalk, but the women had formed a solid wall and refused to budge. 

"You can walk in the gutter like the trash you are," snipped one old woman. "In my day we'd have run you and your brother out with tar and feathers."

Nods and quiet murmurs of agreement followed.

Mistress smiled sweetly. "Mrs. Bowlston, it is good to see you. My mother used to praise your good manners to us constantly when we were growing up. How nice to see you haven't lost them. Please, give my regards to your husband. I don't think we've seen him at the Manor since Annie's punishment ended."

Chloe and I glanced at each other and snickered, as did the others. If it was a fight these women wanted, it was a fight they were going to get. Something told me they didn't stand a chance.

We continued on our way to our destination amid hisses, cat calls and nasty comments from the women. Mistress had a sweet but deadly aimed barb for each of them. As we neared a lingerie store, which I assumed was our destination, Mistress seemed to recognize one of the young mothers and went over to her.

"Latitia, I haven't seen you for ages! Is this your baby?" She knelt by the curb to chuck the baby's chin.

"Take your hand off my daughter." Latitia's voice was cold and deadly. 

Mistress froze, a look of deep hurt briefly washing over her face, then rose. "I'm sorry to see motherhood has changed your ideas of friendship. I would have thought growing up together and rooming together at school would have allowed for differences in lifestyles. Apparently not."

"No, apparently not. I'll tell you what no one else in this village has the guts to, though, because you were a friend. What you and your brother are doing up there is despicable. You should be ashamed of yourself Alys. If your mother were alive, she'd be mortified. Your father would have the two of you horsewhipped."

Mistress fixed her old friend with a stony glare. "Don't criticize what you don't understand, Lettie. Or is it because you do understand that you're so against it now? Scared that if I can let go of my inhibitions and not come to some vile end that it means you're frigid and repressed? Or scared that your husband might come up to one of Simon's entertainments like he used to?" With a cursory glance at the baby cooing in the pram, Mistress started off down the street, then turned back. "Then again, maybe he never stopped." 

You could have heard a pin drop as our group made the rest of the short walk to the lingerie store. Seeing, though, that we weren't about to be dissuaded from our errands, the group of women began to disperse, some of the middle aged ones looking back at us, almost wistfully. Looking at it from their point of view, we did present a rather imposing picture. Here was a group of women, most of whom were content to be subjected to the sexual will of another. Content to be used for another's pleasure and receiving pleasure themselves by their very submissiveness. No evil had befallen us; no horrible scars marked us; no awful disease had ravaged our bodies. We were the epitome of every repressed sexual desire come to light. It certainly gave one food for thought.

We entered the store and the girls began milling about, even Alex took some interest in the corsets, brassieres and garters that were on display. No one was seen behind the counter and a quick look around the store didn't turn up any clerk either. Mistress called out as Chloe began picking out different outfits, all in a very virginal white.

A middle aged woman came out from behind the back room curtain and stared pointedly at Mistress.

"Good morning Priscilla. We've come to fit our Annie here with her trousseau."

Priscilla didn't move. She obviously wasn't about to close her door to a potential sale, but she wasn't about to help us either. Mistress continued. 

"I was wondering if we could have our usual dressing room? All the girls are so anxious to see Annie properly fitted out. I'm sure you remember what it was like." Mistress was trying to keep her voice light and conversational, but the stony glare and silence she kept receiving from Priscilla was making it difficult. The woman still hadn't budged from in front of the back room curtain. Her arms were crossed defiantly. Mistress walked to her and stood a few inches from her face and stared back. The rest of us stopped what we were doing and watched. The ticking of the clock on the wall became louder and louder, almost shouting out the minutes of this face off. Two minutes passed. Surely this couldn't go on for much longer, I thought. Four minutes. Sarah and Lin Mai began to shift uncomfortably from foot to foot while Alex huffed her indignation. Six minutes after Mistress took up the challenge, Priscilla huffed and went back behind the curtain. A tall, slender young man came out in her place.




Annie's Education Ch. 12



"Terribly sorry about that. I saw what went on in the street too..." he clucked. "Such a shame, isn't it? You'd think people would be more accommodating in this day and age."

Mistress smiled, knowing she'd won again. "Good morning John. May we have our usual dressing room?"

"Of course Alys. Always a pleasure, don't you know?" He walked to a corner of the store and pushed in what looked like an ordinary wall fixture. The panel slid open and revealed a large sitting room with a three paneled mirror. In front of the mirror was a small dais, which I presumed was for the model. "Just pick out what you'd like and I'll be right back with some refreshments."

Mistress kissed his cheek as he blushed. "Thank you John. It's so nice to know I can count on you to be hospitable. You will be joining us, won't you?"

John blushed deeper. "I would be honored Alys. I sometimes miss my days at the Manor you know."

John disappeared, closing the door behind him. Mistress told me to undress and stand on the dais while the girls went out and picked out items for my trousseau. According to Mistress' instructions, all items were to be white, although not necessarily virginal.

John reappeared with a tray of champagne glasses and a magnum of Moet Chandon White Star. He stared at my form appraisingly, and smiled. "She's everything I've heard, Alys. A rare beauty."

As his eyes raked over me I felt myself flush as my nipples, already hard from the chill in the room, stood out even further and the patch between my legs became moist. As I stood there, obviously being appraised, I wondered what this man was like naked. Would his cock be thick? Or would it be long and rather thin? Fleshy? Protruding veins? Would the foreskin around his head stick out or would it decline smoothly to his shaft? Was he a gentle lover, or hard and demanding? The one question that kept coming up again and again was would this man be one of the bidders? Would he be the one I lost my virginity to? 

The girls came back in, each with an outfit they'd selected. Mistress asked John to help me dress and he took the first outfit from Chloe. She had selected a long nightgown, made of a sheer white voile with matching dressing gown. The nightgown had thin straps at the shoulders and a deep, plunging neckline. As John had me raise my hands over my head to dress me, I began to feel a bit like a life size doll, and wondered if that wasn't exactly the point. I couldn't imagine Mistress asking John to stay if either he or she, or someone else in the room, wasn't going to get some sort of gratification from watching me try on the various outfits. As John smoothed the gown down my front, he ran his hands over my nipples slowly. His touch was firm, but definitely gentle. He looked at me as he did so and I found myself teasingly licking my upper lip with the tip of my tongue as I looked back at him, silently daring him to take as many liberties as he wanted while he helped me dress. He smiled then, his eyes twinkling as if to say he'd accepted my challenge. He held out the arms of the dressing gown and as I slid my arms in it he ran his own hands down my arms, pinning them to my side as he nuzzled the back of my neck. His teeth grazed along the nape of my neck, sending chills down my spine. He stood back and Mistress had me turn around so they could all see.

"Nice," she murmured as she sipped her champagne, "but almost too demure. What do you think Annie?"

I looked in the mirror at the young woman standing before me. While the negligee was certainly beautiful, it didn't quite seem to fit the "other" side of me, the wanton, sensual side. This seemed perfect for a romantic evening say, with Aidan, I thought. But not for being sold off to the highest bidder. I blushed at that unbidden image, and shook my head. "I like it," I said to Chloe, "I like it a lot. But it's just not right somehow."

John helped me out of the combination and ran his hands over my ass and across my shaved pussy. "Mmm...I see Aidan is still in charge of grooming. There's no mistaking his handiwork."

I laughed. "How can you tell?"

John caressed the front of my mound, stopping just short of my clit. "There's a smoothness to it, none of those awful bumps or missed hairs. Are you alright Annie? You're breathing rather hard." His mischievious grin went from ear to ear as he took a sip of champagne.

"I'm uh, fine." Actually I was far from it. The desire to take his hand in mine and place his thumb on my clit and help him ease two or three fingers inside my now dripping box was unbelievable. He noticed some of my juices trailing down my inner thigh. Never taking his eyes from me, John leaned in and slowly licked up my thigh. I looked up to see Chloe and Mistress shift uncomfortably. So this was the game. John and I were to put on a show for them. John and his living doll as it were. I wondered just how far I'd be allowed to go. 

As if reading my mind, Mistress spoke as she edged her chair closer to Chloe's. "No, Annie, you can't touch. I realize this may be a bit of a tease for you, but those were my instructions."

I sighed, disappointed that I wouldn't be able to appraise John's package as he'd done to mine, but I knew before the day was over I'd be allowed to have my release, perhaps more than once.

The next outfit was chosen by Miranda. She'd managed to find a white brocade corset with white laces. A matching garter belt and sheer white stockings. For my feet, a pair of Victorian looking boots. I grinned. Very naughty indeed. John wrapped the corset around me, taking the opportunity to pull me tight against him as he tightened the laces of the corset. The boning in the garment pushed my buxom tits together and up, making them appear dangerously close to overflowing. The effect though, was stunning. This snug fitting garment aptly showed off the hourglass figure that I had when I arrived at the manor. With nothing below my hips, my long legs, encased in their stockings, appeared to be never ending. As John rolled the stockings up my legs, his hands caressed every inch of them, sending shivers down my spine. His movements spoke of an experienced and well trained lover, one who knew the right amount of touch and where in order to have a woman silently begging for more. When he slipped my feet into the boots, he again ran his hands up my calf and sighed quietly, closing his eyes. I blushed at the images that were running through my mind as he did so, hating to imagine just what was going through his head.

John turned me around. "Ladies?"

Murmurs of approval could be heard around the room, with the exception of Alex. Her only reaction was to turn and look away.