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heres a little something I wrote to corporate...You think any of this is valid?

This is the second time i have come to a frustrating point with communication options on the site over differences of site design from ago. I like this site, but it is not the worlds most popular site anymore. At one time it was...and maybe that's why now every turn has a " to.." tax on it.

(I understand in order to generate revenue, memberships must be purchased but), I would like to know if you are permitted to send an " on cam" message to your network when you finally do purchase a membership... if not, why have these luxuries been erased off from AFFs interface? Why are they restrained so bad now?... and if they are not available anymore, why not?

Its not worth it to subscribe if simply the amount of times to communicate is increased and not the ease of increased exposure and access to whom you are showboating to...LET ALONE THOSE WHOM ARE ALREADY MAKING UP YOUR FRIEND POOL TO BE FREE TO COME AND GO AS THEY PLEASE... if they become any type of sensation they will automatically become attractions site-wide, and serve their purpose as feature money makers for AdultFriendFinder as well as generate fame for such said person themselves...simple right?

consider this...
Simply permitting persons to contact each other freely AND permanently after both are mutual friends would generate at least 35% more interaction between accounts.,,,at least. Think about the amount of site traffic you are choking out that you could generate with no effort on the sites account if you let the puppies loose,,,your servers have the ability to handle such said traffic, no doubt, and comparatively..thats lots of clicks on your site..

Honestly its a better idea than drilling your base members with big pharma Erectile dysfunction adverts... talk about a contradiction in terms...

And yes Im talking of the standard no pays... Why am I spending ANOTHER 10 pts. every time I message the same person then close the IM box? why is it not covered for the entire day? maybe that was my dream hook up and I spent my the last of my Christmas money trying to get their attention. Why am I charged to speak to someone that was extraordinarily challenging to reach out and touch in the first? Free communication with them should be the reward for completing the long, hard way to do so.

I know the answers are 1) its a trap & 2) marketing...but maybe that has been pushing people away never to return before ever considering to spring for a membership.

In comparison to the three page erotic story I write... (that is bolstering, maintaining, updating and composing) the content of one of any of your special interest blog pages... (The one that I am awarded 40 points for)....again... (after review.)..is not worth the thirty points I use to speak to the SAME FRIEND in the SAME DAY. Is this Fair? Does it hold ANY incentive to slave away so hard on original content then give it away to the site so i can say hi to someone whom isnt there, and doesnt reply back? and then loose a free chance on a gimmie IM? If you put 25 cents in a pay phone and no one answers...you get your money back. not a notice to compose more original literary talent before said return occurs.

If you think its easy...make a dummy account and set a goal of 15 friends. Then time how long it takes to create that base of friends....thats friends you prefer, not yokels.

Simply lifting this block will gather more networks of friends together faster and create mass amounts of site traffic. Exposure is the commodity that you sell, and i don't believe you would ever give the keys to the castle away...but do consider letting everyone send alerts to the friends THEY HAVE IN THEIR NETWORK to bolster the sense of communal access to members that found THEM. give the standards a chance to make an impression without needing to provide the blogging material for AdultFriendFinder as a fee for spending points.

It may sound like a whiny complaint or it may be a way to...(with some simple coding rewrites) ...to generate a staying power for more members here as well as longevity for potential hook ups created by your site. And is there any reason to mention the potential of memberships to a dating site that helps them rather than seeming like the cock blocking grandmother?

But alas that decision is up to you and the board...

A simple solution could be a "send cam" or "announce to friends" button WITHOUT the cost of 10 pts. for a message. let us promote ourselves. Like there was back in the heyday of this HISTORICAL site.

Another helpful move..allow for message freebie redemption. Dont penalize for any attempt to contact with no reply... give peace a chance, already.

There is no opportunity for expansion without writing a blog for points and other such that will be gone in two messages.. or how bout a way to earn points more easily?

-more self promotion
- opportunity to gain points without missing a beat
and
-free communication between FRIENDS and groups

these things could and will create improvement
of site flow as well as increased interest between your clientele base.

I thank you for the opportunity and your time and consideration...

...just concerned, this place is a ghost town from what it once was... Baron


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-ROYALS- Part 8- Frolickings of the girls while their superlatives are away
Posted:Jun 28, 2018 4:33 pm
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The Baron and Baroness make their way from the Estate for the evening and for the first time in a long while, and the girls are left to themselves to do what they please. It was known and agreed that any person within the estate was permitted to be with another. Yet this was a rule that both of the girls, as house pets and understudies of the Dom and Dominatrix must tiptoe on eggshells with. Neither of them had made any approaches toward the other members of the house for the fact that they must be given permission. There was a certain interest of Vixen's that she wanted to fullfill some lust of within herself. A Souix Chef, Studying under the Chef of the house that she could not keep her eyes off. She had imagined her Mocha skin and his pale muscle bound body clashing in pure sweet extacy with one another for some months. She dared not make an advance for him becouse she not want to overstep any boundaries to her Dominatrix owner. Yet, she had no doubt that the Baroness had seen her watching him like a kitten waiting to pounce a catnip toy.

The Baroness spotted her eyes lingering at him each time they all were served on the dining hall's table. Vixen had thought of just grabbing him and throwing him onto the table and having a little feast of her own more times than quite a few. Held her restraints though. Mabye it was the few weeks she spent in the house with a ball in her mouth. Or it may had been the few weeks she spent with elastic wraps round her feet and leather bounds around her wrists. She knew to keep her stance after her first few months with the Baroness. They had worked like perfect clockwork while on the runway. But the perdona she had reflected when not being dressed like a doll for others to snap pictures at was not one of a true subbie that was anywhere near obedient. She was quickly taught the difference.

Vixen and Zenna had spoken with each other about her experience and it was revealed that Zenna had spent almost six months with a ball in her mouth becouse of her uncanny ability to pop her mouth off and continue on and on like a little attack chiuahuah. "Unsufferable yap-dog" was one of the comments that had embedded itself within her bones. Zenna was the Baron's housepet. Not the Baroness'. From what was very easily said to her face to face by the Baroness was-

-Zenna, you have the ability to be whipped, chained, suspended, tortured and mistreated. Yet you do not have the ability to SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU BABBLING CURBDOG! If you are ever to be recognized in the lifestyle you need to know when to keep that trap of yours shut and closed. And that is at most times unless spoken unto and asked for a response. Those of us whom had endured our time and had surpassedour pains and paid our dues do not need to hear your repettitive pobre Speech! Nor are any of us impressed with feeling your thoughts. You conduct yourself like a wild animal. Provoke horrible results and are a general disturbance for others lives with your conduct and childish behavior.

Of course the Baroness had been saying these things to her very early during her stay. And not to mention with two inches of wooden paddle in her hand. The Baron liked Zenna becouse she was ruff and gruff a volunteer when it came to proving her stance of tolerance. She was full blown dark chocoalate in her liking. She wasn't one of those sneak attackers and one whom played look what I did. She was you got the balls? Then let's do it! She wasn't a straw that broke the camels back type of girl. She had been in rumbles. And liked wild sex. she liked full blown attention and was a perverted exhibitionist. You wouldn't think of it when you seen her, but when given the chance she liked to take charge and play bad little girl as often as she could. She was not as smooth as she should have been and was not one to follow orders from any. She conducted herself like a crazy, wild woman and was that way at a constant. Untill the Baron and the Baroness had broke her spirits and trained her tolerance for pain with proper lady-like ediquitte. She was not a person able to be presented to a lord or some one whom was well respected. It took a long time for her to learn proper etiquitte. Whereas Vixen had ettiquite to the hilt and yet could not take pain or torture. Zenna had always kept it in the back of her mind to ropetie Vixen down and give her piercings in the most softest of spots. Slowly and gently. Letting the piercing needle penetrate the tips of the bundles of pleasure sensors just under the skin and drawing the long shaft through her skin as the small explosions of tingling feelings make her nipples hard and her vagina moist, then very wet and then soaking as the piercing needle was set in place and pulled back and forth. Then again Zenna had always been a little extreme when it came to Massochism, She liked bringing the pain becouse could take it.

The way the Baroness had treated her whence she first arrived stuck deep in her mind. Zenna was highly offended at fist although she had learned soon to respect the Baron's wife. Since that day with the Baroness there had been a small little wit spat between them both. The Baroness knew whom was in control. Zenna yielded after spending time in the vacum pack bag and set in the center of the house for all to see for a couple of days. Her most extreme of treatment. A clear see throgh bag her stewing for days in her own filth. Not being able to move an inch. The Baroness sitting next to her eating an apple or something and explaining how good and luscious it was. How juicy the meat of the friut was as it made her mouth water and the flavor hade her tongue dance with delight. All the while she was fed soup broth, cold, by the chef of the house. through her breathing straw. Not a movement of her muscles for seventy two hours straight. Soiled, spoken to like a little girl. Her most challenging of tests of torture. She made it through though, and once in a while.at her own request, she spent a few hours in the bag. Just in spite at the Baron and Baroness. To prove to her Dom and her Domma, her allegence and that she was strong enough for them both.

Zenna and lady Vixen were again in Zenna's room where they had been before Zenna left to finish her daily chores. Both the girls, naked and warm from being outside were applicating lotions upon them selves and chatting to pass the time. The scent of roses and lilac had filled the room. Vixen rises from the day bed and lights the candles nearby the vanity mirror. The scent of vanilla started to fill the room and mixed with the scent of the lotions on their skin, she felt much more in her own place. There was something about the scent of vanilla and roses that made her crave sex. When she was a she would go wild with fastasies when she smelled the two together. Zenna's shoulders slowly being carressed by Vixen, now as she rubbed in some lotion. The lights in the room off and yet the candles were enough for any person to see.

-Zenna, She says we could do anything tonight right?

-Yes, sweet Vixen.

-Would you help me realize a fantasy I had been thinking of for quite some time.

-Anythinng dear. Her British accent was soft and relaxed. Not like her normally, and there was some thing about it that Vixen liked. She spoke softly. In an understanding way.

-Help me seduce the Soix Chef tonight. He had been running throughout my mind for months. I can't keep my dirty little mind from referenceing to him. He is what I feel I want for my self.

-To be a companion? or to completely shag rotten?

-Zenn! No, He is what I think would be a great mix for me. He seems subtle, caring and he sure as hell has enough man hood for me.

-That's for sure. Seen him naked have you?

-No, I mean he seems a perfect man.

-Only one way to find out Vix, jump his bones! How about it, here's a plan. We both go over to the chef's and housemaids quarters knock on their doors and invite them to something childish. Drinking games where we get naked, or hide and seek. Or nude swimming or just walk right over with no clothing on and ask them if they want a have at it. Or ask them to prepare some turtle soup.

Zenna rolling her head and moaning as Vixen finishes her rub down.

-I suppose, let's go over there. The Baron and Baroness said anything we want. Stay out from the Study. What the better thing to do than to sit here all night. Than to get to know the two men of the kitchen better.

-I got a few things I could teach the Cook to get hot that's for sure. Marked Zenna.

Vix grabbs for the leather leash that hangs from Zenna's neck and tuggs it tightly downward. Pulling her to her knees while taking a seat on the edge of the vanity. Puts her leg up on the chair and then yanks her head forward. Burying Zenna's face into her shaven love spot. Zenna obeys. And Vixen gives her a sturdy smack to the cheek, reminding her that she is still her pet untill further notice.

-What better way to polish off a great day, Zenn. You had gotten your licks in on the Baroness, WITH the Baron's permission. Ohh, right there. The two of us managed to stay out of trouble. Your lashes are mostly healing quite nicely, I might add. The Baron trusts us both to make a night of our own. We may as well include the yummy men that we don't normally get to feast with. Put on your chaps with the split in the crotch and the velvet strapless halter. Gather some thin rope and let us tie an evening toghther. I'll bring my duffle bag with a paddle, crop, handcuffs, the usual.

Vixen drops Zenna's thick leather puppy leader attatched to the spiked and studded collar around Zenna's neck to the ground like a small that has lost interest in the playtoy in her hand.

-Meow! Mamasan.- Zenna Exclaimes.

Zenna then crawls on all fours to her dressing room and walk in closet. Vixen gives her a small kick to the rump as she turns. Rummaging about and making some noise preparing the night's sleepover bag. Being that the cook and the Souix Chef are up for the surprise party theladies would like to deliver for them. Being that the Baron and Baroness will be off on their special night together Vixen supposed they had somewhere between eight, mabye ten hours to rule the roost. Hoping there were no mishaps. Not that her small brush in the beginning of the week had not been enough of a warning. Vixen wasn't planning to push any limits. Only to seduce and get to know an interest for a love relationship. After all, she didn't know if he was at all interested in her. She though of them all mabye sitting around watching rugby. Or, if things went well spanking Zenna and burying her face in the carpet, while spreading a little sugar of her own with the Souix Chef and stealing him away for an explosive first time love session with him. She Knew Zenna was up for anything, the anxious nymphomaniac that she was. She could keep a circus tent full of people captivated for hours upon hours when she was feeling at her prime. There was nothing she liked more than a room full of voyers. She got off on it. Sexual performance was something that Zenna craved. It made her mouth drool, Her heart pound with excitement.

Vixen was developing these characteristics still. She always thought of the sacredness of personal relationships though. Her studies were always those of softcore, not like wild animals trying to kill each other. Vixen was never a head case and never would let her self become that way. She really didn't need other's personal approval. She got enough of that being plastered in magazines, billboards and catalogues. She knew that she was craved after. She wanted the exploration of never being a bore in the bedroom. Along with the knowledge of being able to initiate it. Any woman could play kissy-face and lay on her back for a span of seven to fifteen minutes and have sex with her lover. She wanted to never be the wife or girlfriend that becomes the second woman in a marriage. That, within her own mind was the reason she accepted the offer to live amongst these persons here at the estate. The development of a master lovemaker while she is in the bedroom.

The rustling inside the walk in closet stopped and out flew a brown duffle. Making a thud on the floor.

-Planning a bank heist, Zenna? My, Did I hear chains rattle.

-Well, not really. Vix. But it is better to be prepared for anything that the menu may call for. In a manner of speaking. Don't you think?

-Yes, but if all goes well and as I....

Vixen removes her hand from her breasts and from between her legs.

-as I fantisize. I may be disappearing with you know who for a little bit.

-Love, why do you think you heard chains rattle? I'm getting mine from the chef tonight whether he was planning on it or not. I think I will be feasting on the soup. While he will be sucking up the cream of some young woman.

Zenna Crawling on all fours, Returns to her feet.

-Okay, let's prepare ourselves.

-Prepare? I'm already prepared.

-That velvet shirt drapes perfectly on you. Lift it up a bit, Love. Hangs just low enough to cover the goods. The boys will be surprised. Crotchless chaps fit so good. God, I'm such a twig. Could never wear them.

-You should wear that silk, ultra thin, Indian print garment that splits up the sides. The one that looks like an evening dress. Then tie it up high. Ribs high. Show your abs, yet cover the sweet spots.

-The yellow one?

-That's the one I wish I could wear. We could use a broach here and here. [zenna motioning with her hands at the same heights on her front and back] Fold it inward to make it really thin under the breasts. Then an easy access tie right underneath the crotch with a silk strap. Simple, elegant, and whether he is left or right handed doesn't make a difference.

Vixen's eyes widen and flash.

-Perfect. Zenn! Be right back.

-Vixen.

She turns.

-No shoes tonight. Mimimum on the clothing. Let the way we are dressed send the right message and we won't be drinking and arguing about rugby scores and sports heroes all night.

-Bring the extended mix play of the trance music?

-Yeah..... What do you think, billiard room? Alcohol, tables, Billiards if needed, Tele,...

-Television? Yuck, we'll never get laid.

-No sound. Oh shit, what if they're sports freaks?

-AHHHHH! Totally sucks! Worse than homosexuals!

-If they watch the game more than the women and cease the conversation OR start talking in that advertisement loop, we kill the television, tie them up fuck their brains out and leave them there untill just before dinner tomorrow.

-Game room it is. Smoking allowed for you. God it would suck if they are mindless advertisement robot sport freaks. Let's hope they are a little bit intellectual.

-Congnac gallore and leather couches. MMMmmmmmmmm.

-AH!!! [Vixen Squeals] I'm gonna fuck his brains out! You're wearing the leash.

-Oh, no I'm not, Bitch.

-You're wearing the collar, and I'm bringing the leash.

Zenna rolls her eyes and quickly snaps the leash from her collar. Bats her eyes, puckers her lips and tilts her head to one side, as she drops the leash from her grip. Vixen crinkles her nose and licks her top lip with her tongue.

-Be right back, bitch. [She says in a soft, film noir-esque voice.]

Vixen comes back with the silk, floor legnth evening dress draped around her and Zenna immediately gets to work at attaching the broaches to reveal her firm, flat and muscular stomach. The pins making the dress under the dress very thin. Barely covering the V shape of Vixen's hips and vaginal area. Affixes the other broach on the backside of her gown as planned. Revealing the tops of her hipbones and most of her model's perfectly sculpted rear.

-like an exquised, perfectly toasted cinnamon muffin, Vixes, No need for butter.

Vixen Squeezes her ass to show off

-Want some sugar? Mama?

-Want,Mama! Definately! Want! I thought of the dress because the silk wraps the neck and hides any unpleasantries you might feel self concious about, Vixen. Good choie?

-I thought of the crotchless chaps for you for the same reason. Just remove the long velvet shirt for easy acess and the reveal of your perfect 38 C cups that need no bra, Shweetumms!

-Let's get it on! The Baroness and the Baron drove off while you were off dressing.

-Really, then?

-I'm the one with the front window.

-Let's go get the chef with the sauceier tied up and ride them like a couple of cowgirls!

The girls were immediately off and up the hall, down the foyer grand staircase and headed towars the kitchen. Beyond the kitchen lied the cook's and house maids quarters. Zenna had hoped not to disturb or cause any knowing of the housemaids. Not untill they had the men in agreeance to be their fuck toys for the evening. Mabye, if they were in luck they could strike an agreeance real fast. The girls both knock upon the door of the souix chef and await his answering with anxiousness. In a moment, the door creeks open and there before them is the Head Chef.

-Yes, ladies? Insaciable appetite this evening? Something the two of you need prepared? What may I be of assistance with you for this visit, my ladies?

Says Zenna rather quickly
-Oh, We were looking for the Souix Chef's room. But we are happy to have found yours also.

She places the bag behind her back and spreads her legs informally.

-I'm Zenna. We had been introduced yet we had never spoken informally. It was of interest of mine tonight to invite you to join myself and Vixen, here for a little loose time spent in the game room. This here is Vixen.

-Hello, my lady Vixen...and Zenna was it?

-MMMMMmmmm HHHmmmmm.

-Well, ladies, if you are looking for the souix Chef's chamber he resides in the room only across the hall. The housemaids are the two doors down from mine. and the gardeners are the two doors consecutively down from his. Not hard to commit to memory.

He creaks his own door mostly open and gives them both a quick eyescan from toe to head.

-Informal indeed, he says. No footwear?

-We thought it might be a come as you are night, and skip some of the expected formalities. Answers Vixen. Weather it may be a silk dress or sweat pants, is not the reasoning of our visit. Interested? Umm? She holds her hand up as he takes it.

-Greg. Names Greg.

-Well Greg, may I compliment you on the finest cuisine I have had the pleasure to pass through my lips in my very own entire life. No lies.

Greg is taken aback by her words.
-Lady Vixen, it is few and far between when a chef recieves such praise. How could I ever turn down the invitation. Especially when suggested by such, may I say insatiable women? And may I add that it is an honor to finally touch the skin of the great model known as Vixen.

He takes her hand and kisses the top gently and softly. Then does the same for Zenna's own hand. His warm and moist lips caressing her skin sends pulses of slight excitement through her entire body.

-Greg, I wouldn't had dreamed you would be such the gentleman. May I compliment you on the becoming first introductions with great anxiousness leading to the night's events. what so ever they may be or become. With great stregnthenings of friendships for our future.

-Of course.

-Gregg? interrupts Vixen turning a quarter to the side and revealing the silk dresses design. The bare naked skin of her body almost glowing with life from the lotions applicated just before. You say the souix chef's chambers are just across the hall, yes?

Still with Zenna's hand in his.
-Yes. The Souix Chef's name is Antonio.

-OOOhhh! Exclaimes Vixen. I kind of like that!

With that said, Zenna feels the grip of his strenthen subtly. and then as he lowers her hand his fingers making an effort to interlace hers with his. As she allows.

Being that Vixen will invite Antonio to join us all toghther, Zenna, it was in my interest to....

His vioce trails off as Vixen turns to the door across the hall from the trio. The man behind it had been on her mind for weeks, months, almost the entire time she had spent while staying there. Making appearances in her deepest personal fantasies and generating sexuall prowess within her that she felt a need to fullfill so intensely that she could taste the sweat from his skin on her tougue at times. She wanted him and tonight she would realize her fantasies and dreams into realities. She was sure of it. She took a stance straight in front of his door. Standing at silight angle for the reveal of her body inside the dress to be obvious. She knocks and the door opens almost immediately.

-It's you! What a surprise.
His eyes meet hers and then trail to fullfill the realizationing of the beauty in frot of him. He blinks with excitement and his eyes, light brown meet again wiith her blue eyes. Then seek to realize that his co-worker has another unexpected guest. Immediately, his attention is no doubt pulled back to the live angel in front of him.

-What was the subject that had brought you women all the way to this side of the Mansion?

-Well, Antonio. It is Antonio isn't it?

-Yes.

-Well, Antonio, I'm Vixen.
She slowly juts her hand up to greet him formally.
-And I wanted to ask if you were interested in joining myself, Greg and Zenna right now for an evening of drinks introductions, conversations and more. And furthermore, since our invitation had been accepted by Greg, Your attendance would be foreverly appreciated with benefits beyond your wildest dreams, Antonio. Take that as a personal guarantee from myself.

Antonio meets his own hand with hers.
-With such an impressive personal invitation, Vixen. and given the star studded list of guests, I wouldn't turn down the invitation if it was only myself that had been asked to attend anything that the beautiful Vixen was hosting. Lead the way.

He takes her hand and kisses it. then noticing that she was not at all making an effort to pull it back, He gives her another embrace upon her wrist and then another aboue that and yet another and another.

-Dearest Vixen, just tell me when to stop. I would be of the highest honor to serve you in any way you see fit. It has been an honor preparing your meals all this time. Consider me...at you disposal.

-Right here, right now. Antonio. May I let you know that this had been the introduction between us both that I had been waiting for for so very long. And to finally get you close enough to me is something that I had wanted to happen and now My dreams had been answered. I....I don't know what further to say.

-Say no more Vixen. Only request and I shall fullfill your every word. Me, Antonio, Shall never let you down, Vixen. I shall never stop making you happy nor shall ever I stop the search to make you appreciate our new friendship more and more with each day, with every passing hour, when your needs are at hand I shall take the time to make every second between you and I a gourmet delicassy.

Antinio steps from his room into the hallway where the ladies had been standing. Zenna then turns. Revealing that she and Greg had also not let their hands unmeet. Both Greg and Zenna smiling wide and with mezmerising auras pulsation from them both.

Says Antinio.
-Shall we make it a foursome this evening? The both of you seem to be hitting it off quite well, and far be it from me to make any interruptions...

There is a pause within the air that that suggests the four of them may not make their way to the game room. At least not this evening.

-Well then, Vixen...
He turns to the starlett and with no doubt in his mind or words says through a undoubtedely honest smile.
-May I invite your company in my chambers for a drink and conversations.

-Yes.

-Greg, Zenna. My door will be open to assure you of no foul play. Just remember to knock first, then let yourselves in. Give us at least that much respect and notice.

The two men look at each other, then turn to the women in their company. Vixen walks without turning into Antonio's room, as Zenna tilts her head to the side while facing Greg. He steps to the side and permits her in. The Chef and his partners doors shut at the very same time. And the Game room remains silent and cold for the remainder of the night. Yet, muffled screams of pleasure and sexual innuendo echo through the doors and fill the air on the other sides untill early in the morning.
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comments upon finding the person best suited for yourself
Posted:Sep 3, 2012 10:59 pm
Last Updated:Sep 4, 2012 2:38 pm
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most persons involved had a life before their hearts turned Black with malcontent for different reasons of their own. I feel all persons in life could be brought back to love and life when they are with the correct person for them and they stop plugging into the constant feed of the same person in another human shell. To leave the world of shrimp shell wraps and be embraced with loving human around them is what these persons need more than anther exciting episode of ESPN2 sports and being told that they need to work harder and faster. While bending over backwards for everyone that comes along is possible for someone, It strips them of their own real emotions and makes them closer to a macheine rather that a loving involved person that feels and cares for their own emotions as well. when a woman meets a man that supports her decisions as a woman, after taking time from his day to sit and conversate to her about what might be worrying her, She finds that she has not only found someone who says yes to her, she finds that she is with someone whom really cares and could be considered and trusted as a peer, not just a breeding mate. If a woman states to a man that she is going to do something or is at a decision point in her life, and the man she is with constantly comes back with "I don't care you could do anything you want' then she is with someone whom might not consider her worthwile to consider within his own. Being non-concerned with your love's life, and not involved in their life means their are communication gaps between the two. Would you want to be involved with, or even married to someone you keep falling into an emotional or relationship pit with? Not me.
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-ROYALS- Part 8- Frolickings of the girls while their superlatives are away
Posted:Jul 15, 2011 9:40 pm
Last Updated:Sep 25, 2020 6:15 am
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-ROYALS-
Part 8- Frolickings of the girls while their superlatives are away

The Baron and Baroness make their way from the Estate for the evening and for the first time in a long while, and the girls are left to themselves to do what they please. It was known and agreed that any person within the estate was permitted to be with another. Yet this was a rule that both of the girls, as house pets and understudies of the Dom and Dominatrix must tiptoe on eggshells with. Neither of them had made any approaches toward the other members of the house for the fact that they must be given permission. There was a certain interest of Vixen's that she wanted to fullfill some lust of within herself. A Souix Chef, Studying under the Chef of the house that she could not keep her eyes off. She had imagined her Mocha skin and his pale muscle bound body clashing in pure sweet extacy with one another for some months. She dared not make an advance for him becouse she not want to overstep any boundaries to her Dominatrix owner. Yet, she had no doubt that the Baroness had seen her watching him like a kitten waiting to pounce a catnip toy.

The Baroness spotted her eyes lingering at him each time they all were served on the dining hall's table. Vixen had thought of just grabbing him and throwing him onto the table and having a little feast of her own more times than quite a few. Held her restraints though. Mabye it was the few weeks she spent in the house with a ball in her mouth. Or it may had been the few weeks she spent with elastic wraps round her feet and leather bounds around her wrists. She knew to keep her stance after her first few months with the Baroness. They had worked like perfect clockwork while on the runway. But the perdona she had reflected when not being dressed like a doll for others to snap pictures at was not one of a true subbie that was anywhere near obedient. She was quickly taught the difference.

Vixen and Zenna had spoken with each other about her experience and it was revealed that Zenna had spent almost six months with a ball in her mouth becouse of her uncanny ability to pop her mouth off and continue on and on like a little attack chiuahuah. "Unsufferable yap-dog" was one of the comments that had embedded itself within her bones. Zenna was the Baron's housepet. Not the Baroness'. From what was very easily said to her face to face by the Baroness was-

-Zenna, you have the ability to be whipped, chained, suspended, tortured and mistreated. Yet you do not have the ability to SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU BABBLING CURBDOG! If you are ever to be recognized in the lifestyle you need to know when to keep that trap of yours shut and closed. And that is at most times unless spoken unto and asked for a response. Those of us whom had endured our time and had surpassedour pains and paid our dues do not need to hear your repettitive pobre Speech! Nor are any of us impressed with feeling your thoughts. You conduct yourself like a wild animal. Provoke horrible results and are a general disturbance for others lives with your conduct and childish behavior.

Of course the Baroness had been saying these things to her very early during her stay. And not to mention with two inches of wooden paddle in her hand. The Baron liked Zenna becouse she was ruff and gruff a volunteer when it came to proving her stance of tolerance. She was full blown dark chocoalate in her liking. She wasn't one of those sneak attackers and one whom played look what I did. She was you got the balls? Then let's do it! She wasn't a straw that broke the camels back type of girl. She had been in rumbles. And liked wild sex. she liked full blown attention and was a perverted exhibitionist. You wouldn't think of it when you seen her, but when given the chance she liked to take charge and play bad little girl as often as she could. She was not as smooth as she should have been and was not one to follow orders from any. She conducted herself like a crazy, wild woman and was that way at a constant. Untill the Baron and the Baroness had broke her spirits and trained her tolerance for pain with proper lady-like ediquitte. She was not a person able to be presented to a lord or some one whom was well respected. It took a long time for her to learn proper etiquitte. Whereas Vixen had ettiquite to the hilt and yet could not take pain or torture. Zenna had always kept it in the back of her mind to ropetie Vixen down and give her piercings in the most softest of spots. Slowly and gently. Letting the piercing needle penetrate the tips of the bundles of pleasure sensors just under the skin and drawing the long shaft through her skin as the small explosions of tingling feelings make her nipples hard and her vagina moist, then very wet and then soaking as the piercing needle was set in place and pulled back and forth. Then again Zenna had always been a little extreme when it came to Massochism, She liked bringing the pain becouse could take it.

The way the Baroness had treated her whence she first arrived stuck deep in her mind. Zenna was highly offended at fist although she had learned soon to respect the Baron's wife. Since that day with the Baroness there had been a small little wit spat between them both. The Baroness knew whom was in control. Zenna yielded after spending time in the vacum pack bag and set in the center of the house for all to see for a couple of days. Her most extreme of treatment. A clear see throgh bag her stewing for days in her own filth. Not being able to move an inch. The Baroness sitting next to her eating an apple or something and explaining how good and luscious it was. How juicy the meat of the friut was as it made her mouth water and the flavor hade her tongue dance with delight. All the while she was fed soup broth, cold, by the chef of the house. through her breathing straw. Not a movement of her muscles for seventy two hours straight. Soiled, spoken to like a little girl. Her most challenging of tests of torture. She made it through though, and once in a while.at her own request, she spent a few hours in the bag. Just in spite at the Baron and Baroness. To prove to her Dom and her Domma, her allegence and that she was strong enough for them both.

Zenna and lady Vixen were again in Zenna's room where they had been before Zenna left to finish her daily chores. Both the girls, naked and warm from being outside were applicating lotions upon them selves and chatting to pass the time. The scent of roses and lilac had filled the room. Vixen rises from the day bed and lights the candles nearby the vanity mirror. The scent of vanilla started to fill the room and mixed with the scent of the lotions on their skin, she felt much more in her own place. There was something about the scent of vanilla and roses that made her crave sex. When she was a she would go wild with fastasies when she smelled the two together. Zenna's shoulders slowly being carressed by Vixen, now as she rubbed in some lotion. The lights in the room off and yet the candles were enough for any person to see.

-Zenna, She says we could do anything tonight right?

-Yes, sweet Vixen.

-Would you help me realize a fantasy I had been thinking of for quite some time.

-Anythinng dear. Her British accent was soft and relaxed. Not like her normally, and there was some thing about it that Vixen liked. She spoke softly. In an understanding way.

-Help me seduce the Soix Chef tonight. He had been running throughout my mind for months. I can't keep my dirty little mind from referenceing to him. He is what I feel I want for my self.

-To be a companion? or to completely shag rotten?

-Zenn! No, He is what I think would be a great mix for me. He seems subtle, caring and he sure as hell has enough man hood for me.

-That's for sure. Seen him naked have you?

-No, I mean he seems a perfect man.

-Only one way to find out Vix, jump his bones! How about it, here's a plan. We both go over to the chef's and housemaids quarters knock on their doors and invite them to something childish. Drinking games where we get naked, or hide and seek. Or nude swimming or just walk right over with no clothing on and ask them if they want a have at it. Or ask them to prepare some turtle soup.

Zenna rolling her head and moaning as Vixen finishes her rub down.

-I suppose, let's go over there. The Baron and Baroness said anything we want. Stay out from the Study. What the better thing to do than to sit here all night. Than to get to know the two men of the kitchen better.

-I got a few things I could teach the Cook to get hot that's for sure. Marked Zenna.

Vix grabbs for the leather leash that hangs from Zenna's neck and tuggs it tightly downward. Pulling her to her knees while taking a seat on the edge of the vanity. Puts her leg up on the chair and then yanks her head forward. Burying Zenna's face into her shaven love spot. Zenna obeys. And Vixen gives her a sturdy smack to the cheek, reminding her that she is still her pet untill further notice.

-What better way to polish off a great day, Zenn. You had gotten your licks in on the Baroness, WITH the Baron's permission. Ohh, right there. The two of us managed to stay out of trouble. Your lashes are mostly healing quite nicely, I might add. The Baron trusts us both to make a night of our own. We may as well include the yummy men that we don't normally get to feast with. Put on your chaps with the split in the crotch and the velvet strapless halter. Gather some thin rope and let us tie an evening toghther. I'll bring my duffle bag with a paddle, crop, handcuffs, the usual.

Vixen drops Zenna's thick leather puppy leader attatched to the spiked and studded collar around Zenna's neck to the ground like a small that has lost interest in the playtoy in her hand.

-Meow! Mamasan.- Zenna Exclaimes.

Zenna then crawls on all fours to her dressing room and walk in closet. Vixen gives her a small kick to the rump as she turns. Rummaging about and making some noise preparing the night's sleepover bag. Being that the cook and the Souix Chef are up for the surprise party theladies would like to deliver for them. Being that the Baron and Baroness will be off on their special night together Vixen supposed they had somewhere between eight, mabye ten hours to rule the roost. Hoping there were no mishaps. Not that her small brush in the beginning of the week had not been enough of a warning. Vixen wasn't planning to push any limits. Only to seduce and get to know an interest for a love relationship. After all, she didn't know if he was at all interested in her. She though of them all mabye sitting around watching rugby. Or, if things went well spanking Zenna and burying her face in the carpet, while spreading a little sugar of her own with the Souix Chef and stealing him away for an explosive first time love session with him. She Knew Zenna was up for anything, the anxious nymphomaniac that she was. She could keep a circus tent full of people captivated for hours upon hours when she was feeling at her prime. There was nothing she liked more than a room full of voyers. She got off on it. Sexual performance was something that Zenna craved. It made her mouth drool, Her heart pound with excitement.

Vixen was developing these characteristics still. She always thought of the sacredness of personal relationships though. Her studies were always those of softcore, not like wild animals trying to kill each other. Vixen was never a head case and never would let her self become that way. She really didn't need other's personal approval. She got enough of that being plastered in magazines, billboards and catalogues. She knew that she was craved after. She wanted the exploration of never being a bore in the bedroom. Along with the knowledge of being able to initiate it. Any woman could play kissy-face and lay on her back for a span of seven to fifteen minutes and have sex with her lover. She wanted to never be the wife or girlfriend that becomes the second woman in a marriage. That, within her own mind was the reason she accepted the offer to live amongst these persons here at the estate. The development of a master lovemaker while she is in the bedroom.

The rustling inside the walk in closet stopped and out flew a brown duffle. Making a thud on the floor.

-Planning a bank heist, Zenna? My, Did I hear chains rattle.

-Well, not really. Vix. But it is better to be prepared for anything that the menu may call for. In a manner of speaking. Don't you think?

-Yes, but if all goes well and as I....

Vixen removes her hand from her breasts and from between her legs.

-as I fantisize. I may be disappearing with you know who for a little bit.

-Love, why do you think you heard chains rattle? I'm getting mine from the chef tonight whether he was planning on it or not. I think I will be feasting on the soup. While he will be sucking up the cream of some young woman.

Zenna Crawling on all fours, Returns to her feet.

-Okay, let's prepare ourselves.

-Prepare? I'm already prepared.

-That velvet shirt drapes perfectly on you. Lift it up a bit, Love. Hangs just low enough to cover the goods. The boys will be surprised. Crotchless chaps fit so good. God, I'm such a twig. Could never wear them.

-You should wear that silk, ultra thin, Indian print garment that splits up the sides. The one that looks like an evening dress. Then tie it up high. Ribs high. Show your abs, yet cover the sweet spots.

-The yellow one?

-That's the one I wish I could wear. We could use a broach here and here. [zenna motioning with her hands at the same heights on her front and back] Fold it inward to make it really thin under the breasts. Then an easy access tie right underneath the crotch with a silk strap. Simple, elegant, and whether he is left or right handed doesn't make a difference.

Vixen's eyes widen and flash.

-Perfect. Zenn! Be right back.

-Vixen.

She turns.

-No shoes tonight. Mimimum on the clothing. Let the way we are dressed send the right message and we won't be drinking and arguing about rugby scores and sports heroes all night.

-Bring the extended mix play of the trance music?

-Yeah..... What do you think, billiard room? Alcohol, tables, Billiards if needed, Tele,...

-Television? Yuck, we'll never get laid.

-No sound. Oh shit, what if they're sports freaks?

-AHHHHH! Totally sucks! Worse than homosexuals!

-If they watch the game more than the women and cease the conversation OR start talking in that advertisement loop, we kill the television, tie them up fuck their brains out and leave them there untill just before dinner tomorrow.

-Game room it is. Smoking allowed for you. God it would suck if they are mindless advertisement robot sport freaks. Let's hope they are a little bit intellectual.

-Congnac gallore and leather couches. MMMmmmmmmmm.

-AH!!! [Vixen Squeals] I'm gonna fuck his brains out! You're wearing the leash.

-Oh, no I'm not, Bitch.

-You're wearing the collar, and I'm bringing the leash.

Zenna rolls her eyes and quickly snaps the leash from her collar. Bats her eyes, puckers her lips and tilts her head to one side, as she drops the leash from her grip. Vixen crinkles her nose and licks her top lip with her tongue.

-Be right back, bitch. [She says in a soft, film noir-esque voice.]


Vixen comes back with the silk, floor legnth evening dress draped around her and Zenna immediately gets to work at attaching the broaches to reveal her firm, flat and muscular stomach. The pins making the dress under the dress very thin. Barely covering the V shape of Vixen's hips and vaginal area. Affixes the other broach on the backside of her gown as planned. Revealing the tops of her hipbones and most of her model's perfectly sculpted rear.

-like an exquised, perfectly toasted cinnamon muffin, Vixes, No need for butter.

Vixen Squeezes her ass to show off

-Want some sugar? Mama?

-Want,Mama! Definately! Want! I thought of the dress because the silk wraps the neck and hides any unpleasantries you might feel self concious about, Vixen. Good choie?

-I thought of the crotchless chaps for you for the same reason. Just remove the long velvet shirt for easy acess and the reveal of your perfect 38 C cups that need no bra, Shweetumms!

-Let's get it on! The Baroness and the Baron drove off while you were off dressing.

-Really, then?

-I'm the one with the front window.

-Let's go get the chef with the sauceier tied up and ride them like a couple of cowgirls!

The girls were immediately off and up the hall, down the foyer grand staircase and headed towars the kitchen. Beyond the kitchen lied the cook's and house maids quarters. Zenna had hoped not to disturb or cause any knowing of the housemaids. Not untill they had the men in agreeance to be their fuck toys for the evening. Mabye, if they were in luck they could strike an agreeance real fast. The girls both knock upon the door of the souix chef and await his answering with anxiousness. In a moment, the door creeks open and there before them is the Head Chef.

-Yes, ladies? Insaciable appetite this evening? Something the two of you need prepared? What may I be of assistance with you for this visit, my ladies?

Says Zenna rather quickly
-Oh, We were looking for the Souix Chef's room. But we are happy to have found yours also.

She places the bag behind her back and spreads her legs informally.

-I'm Zenna. We had been introduced yet we had never spoken informally. It was of interest of mine tonight to invite you to join myself and Vixen, here for a little loose time spent in the game room. This here is Vixen.

-Hello, my lady Vixen...and Zenna was it?

-MMMMMmmmm HHHmmmmm.

-Well, ladies, if you are looking for the souix Chef's chamber he resides in the room only across the hall. The housemaids are the two doors down from mine. and the gardeners are the two doors consecutively down from his. Not hard to commit to memory.

He creaks his own door mostly open and gives them both a quick eyescan from toe to head.

-Informal indeed, he says. No footwear?

-We thought it might be a come as you are night, and skip some of the expected formalities. Answers Vixen. Weather it may be a silk dress or sweat pants, is not the reasoning of our visit. Interested? Umm? She holds her hand up as he takes it.

-Greg. Names Greg.

-Well Greg, may I compliment you on the finest cuisine I have had the pleasure to pass through my lips in my very own entire life. No lies.

Greg is taken aback by her words.
-Lady Vixen, it is few and far between when a chef recieves such praise. How could I ever turn down the invitation. Especially when suggested by such, may I say insatiable women? And may I add that it is an honor to finally touch the skin of the great model known as Vixen.

He takes her hand and kisses the top gently and softly. Then does the same for Zenna's own hand. His warm and moist lips caressing her skin sends pulses of slight excitement through her entire body.

-Greg, I wouldn't had dreamed you would be such the gentleman. May I compliment you on the becoming first introductions with great anxiousness leading to the night's events. what so ever they may be or become. With great stregnthenings of friendships for our future.

-Of course.

-Gregg? interrupts Vixen turning a quarter to the side and revealing the silk dresses design. The bare naked skin of her body almost glowing with life from the lotions applicated just before. You say the souix chef's chambers are just across the hall, yes?

Still with Zenna's hand in his.
-Yes. The Souix Chef's name is Antonio.

-OOOhhh! Exclaimes Vixen. I kind of like that!

With that said, Zenna feels the grip of his strenthen subtly. and then as he lowers her hand his fingers making an effort to interlace hers with his. As she allows.

Being that Vixen will invite Antonio to join us all toghther, Zenna, it was in my interest to....

His vioce trails off as Vixen turns to the door across the hall from the trio. The man behind it had been on her mind for weeks, months, almost the entire time she had spent while staying there. Making appearances in her deepest personal fantasies and generating sexuall prowess within her that she felt a need to fullfill so intensely that she could taste the sweat from his skin on her tougue at times. She wanted him and tonight she would realize her fantasies and dreams into realities. She was sure of it. She took a stance straight in front of his door. Standing at silight angle for the reveal of her body inside the dress to be obvious. She knocks and the door opens almost immediately.

-It's you! What a surprise.
His eyes meet hers and then trail to fullfill the realizationing of the beauty in frot of him. He blinks with excitement and his eyes, light brown meet again wiith her blue eyes. Then seek to realize that his co-worker has another unexpected guest. Immediately, his attention is no doubt pulled back to the live angel in front of him.

-What was the subject that had brought you women all the way to this side of the Mansion?

-Well, Antonio. It is Antonio isn't it?

-Yes.

-Well, Antonio, I'm Vixen.
She slowly juts her hand up to greet him formally.
-And I wanted to ask if you were interested in joining myself, Greg and Zenna right now for an evening of drinks introductions, conversations and more. And furthermore, since our invitation had been accepted by Greg, Your attendance would be foreverly appreciated with benefits beyond your wildest dreams, Antonio. Take that as a personal guarantee from myself.

Antonio meets his own hand with hers.
-With such an impressive personal invitation, Vixen. and given the star studded list of guests, I wouldn't turn down the invitation if it was only myself that had been asked to attend anything that the beautiful Vixen was hosting. Lead the way.

He takes her hand and kisses it. then noticing that she was not at all making an effort to pull it back, He gives her another embrace upon her wrist and then another aboue that and yet another and another.

-Dearest Vixen, just tell me when to stop. I would be of the highest honor to serve you in any way you see fit. It has been an honor preparing your meals all this time. Consider me...at you disposal.

-Right here, right now. Antonio. May I let you know that this had been the introduction between us both that I had been waiting for for so very long. And to finally get you close enough to me is something that I had wanted to happen and now My dreams had been answered. I....I don't know what further to say.

-Say no more Vixen. Only request and I shall fullfill your every word. Me, Antonio, Shall never let you down, Vixen. I shall never stop making you happy nor shall ever I stop the search to make you appreciate our new friendship more and more with each day, with every passing hour, when your needs are at hand I shall take the time to make every second between you and I a gourmet delicassy.

Antinio steps from his room into the hallway where the ladies had been standing. Zenna then turns. Revealing that she and Greg had also not let their hands unmeet. Both Greg and Zenna smiling wide and with mezmerising auras pulsation from them both.

Says Antinio.
-Shall we make it a foursome this evening? The both of you seem to be hitting it off quite well, and far be it from me to make any interruptions...

There is a pause within the air that that suggests the four of them may not make their way to the game room. At least not this evening.

-Well then, Vixen...
He turns to the starlett and with no doubt in his mind or words says through a undoubtedely honest smile.
-May I invite your company in my chambers for a drink and conversations.

-Yes.

-Greg, Zenna. My door will be open to assure you of no foul play. Just remember to knock first, then let yourselves in. Give us at least that much respect and notice.

The two men look at each other, then turn to the women in their company. Vixen walks without turning into Antonio's room, as Zenna tilts her head to the side while facing Greg. He steps to the side and permits her in. The Chef and his partners doors shut at the very same time. And the Game room remains silent and cold for the remainder of the night. Yet, muffled screams of pleasure and sexual innuendo echo through the doors and fill the air on the other sides untill early in the morning.

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-ROYALS-

Part 9 -Passion and desire in unison

Zenna steps passed Gary and makes her way toward the foot of the poster bed the Cook had inside his room. At the same time Vixen enters Antonio'S room and walks toward the window where the silk draperies set open for outward viewing. Zenna pulls one corner of the bed spread and pulls the covers down whilst in syncronicity Vixen pulls the shades shut. Both girls turn to face their evening hosts at the same time. Both, although in seperate rooms, make a request for the door not to be locked behind.

Antonio and Gary although not within each others own living spaces offer the girls drinks from their personal bars. Both giirls smile and accept. Antonio pours a finely aged Burgandy for Vixen, and Greg prepares a very special old and pale scotch for Zenna. Their glasses are tilted back as both women finish their drinks with one gulp. Zenna steps forward and akes the hand of her host and guides them both toward the poster bed, giggling through a wide smile. Vixen places the short brandy glass on the table beside her and reveals her other hand to Antonio to show she had removed the binding silk ropes that holds the silk draperies open. All four in unison approach each other and kiss at the same time. Their lips meeing each others as the taste of fine brandy fills and heats their tongues.

Miss Vixen caresses Antonio's muscular arms and places his hands onto her gown. He follows the edges of her garment silky and smooth. Under her breast line, and downward with the flow of her garment. softly tickling her skin with care. Their mouths touch again, and they dance toghter slowly in a lover's kissing embrace

Zenna, Passionately and deeply kissning Greg with whirlwind like desire holds him extremely close to her. Wrapping her leg around his to take him closer to her own body. Pressing herself against him. and pulling Greg toward her as to make one person from the both of them. Greg with stregnth and assurance removes the Velvet shirt she dons, and holds her bare skin close to his own. Zenna's breasts taking form as she swealters with preparedness for thier loving embraces to lead to the next hot plateau. Zenna could feel her self warming in her crotchless Cowgirl chaps as the fine liquor took hold of her and the taste fueled the desire within her.

While Vixen and Antonio in the other room dance a finely tuned lambata without the dance steps togetheer, the attraction between the both of them rows and grows as they both couuld feel it fill the room. Vixen pulls from Antonio and turns to be caressed from behind. Tilting her head back and accepting a soft and sensual kiss from the man she had desired for so long to embrace her. Antonio takes the silk ropes from her hands and places it first around her wrist then threads it between her own fingers. Then wraps the rope around his own. Taking a moment to kiss Vixen once again and caress her front side with his other free hand.

Zenna, with Gregs hand closing in on the nether reigions of her crotchless pants splits her legs at a stance welcoming the caress of another man besides the Baron for the first time in a long while. Greg touching her smoothly at first, and then when noticing that she wanted him much more than he had expected, carefully pleasureing her to tease and prepare her but not to push her too far so that he does not not the chance to bring her to full pleasure and extacy with his own means. Zenna Loving all moments of the new hands embraces upon her body. How much she had wanted another person to pleasure her and to pleasure herself was a long time coming for her. She swealtered the possibilities of how she wanted to teach and share with another man.

Vixen breaks from Antonio's caress and leads him across the room. Their hands bound together. Upon the desk within a decorative vase she had noticed a large peakcok feather. She pulls it from within the vase and gives it to Antonio. she then bends herself over the small sofa in the center of the room and pulls aside her gown. Revealnig her pantiless body. Antonio, with his free hand uses the soft and long feather to tickle her skin. The feathers creating rippling effects against her anterior. Softly and slowly the swealter of sex and release of endorphins prepare the room as the thickness and escalations of his tickling teases make her moan and laugh. The feather slowly becoming the catlyst of passionate love by his hand.

Zenna takes Greg's hand and places his fingers onto her tonuge so the taste of her own delicasies may be enjoyed by her. Greg takes in a large breath and begins to unbotton his shirt. Zenna then begins kissing his chest following the center down towards his naval. She takes the hook from his pants and loosens them and lets them fall to the floor. Greg's manhood stands Plump and willing for her caress. Zenna touches her tongue upon him and encourages him to not be afraid to take full advantage of her. She then crawls on the floor to her sleepover bag and pulls her spanking paddle out. Upon her knees she holds it for him to grasp with both her hands. As he takes it into his posession she mounts his matress and clutches the comforters all at once. Assuming the position for him to give her love taps and stern spankings.

Vixen and Antonio in full embrace, using the feather as a means to tease and create soft loving waves between one and another, laugh as both of them discover Vixen's ticklish places. Antonio takes the other rope from her hand and bounds Vixen's hands behind her back for the time being. He then loosens his hand from hers and allows her to stand. As he she stands he slowly undress for her eyes to feast upon. Long had she wanted the preparer of her meals to prepare himself to feast upon her. She sweps her leg to the side and catches both the front and back of her gown with her binded hands. Makes a small and loose knot with both to keep them from becoming a distraction to him. He stops to take in the sight of one of the world's upcoming and famous models. The bright yellow color of her dress against her dark skin makes the details orf her body prominent. Proving the dramatic effect of mixing of colors creates sensual and sexual prowess for both women and men alike. There in his room, undressed. As he had thought to himself how much he had wanted to entertain her there. How much he had wanted her bare skin pressed upon his. Both of them making love slowly as the fantasy unfolded in real time for him tonight. He steps to the table and takes her glass fills it with another drink of brandy and gulps it himself. then slowly kisses her upon her stomach. Then upon her inner thigh and drags his tongue in an upward motion to her sweet and moist erogenous zone. His breath hot from the liquor, creates a slight sting as his mouth upon Vixen's spot, makes her to moan and grind her pelvic bone forward. He finally gets to taste some of her own sauces as she uses the peacock feather to pleasure and soothe his rippling back.

Zenna recieves her stern spankings wilinglfully and lets out shouts of pleasure with each soft and hard stroke Gary adminishes to her round and curvy behind. Much better and enjoyfull than the rose thorn whippings of earlier in the week. Behind them the door eases open and Antonio and Vixen invite themselves in. The both of them pour malt Scotches for themselves and take a voyeristic seat for themselves upon the velvet couch in the center of the room. Vixen taking a more than comfortable seat leaning back between Antonio's legs laying with him sidewards on the couch. Both of them gulping quickly upon their drinks and playfully tantillizing each other with their hands.

= She is quite becoming, is she not there Vixen? She seems to take all the love taps she recieves with such pleasure I wonder if she feels pain at all?

- Trust me she is almost made of bronze. She feels the pleasure of the paddle and the whip and embraces it. One of her many talents.

= I had seemed to notice that when she had been lain in the center of the mansion and vaccum sealed some months ago. I had only seen her twice, Yet she made no effort to ever complain. The maids made comments to how calm she had been the entire time.

- Oh really? When it was my turn to go through that phase of training I nearly los my wit. The maids were helpful to talk me down and keep me calm when the made their visits.

She sweeps her ahand with his inside and directs his to pet her gently on the inside of her thighs. He does so while giving wet slow kisses upon the base of her neck and gently nibbling upon her skin.

= a real tough one, eh? not like the Vixen of the Runway.... The gentle being that she is. envied by thousands and adored by millions.... As he gives her a small nibble on the ear lobe.

The crack of the paddle rings through the room. As Gregory administers stern justice to the rear side of Zenna.

- Hmmm... Don't stop. Your making me cream.... Greg is quite turned on. Look at him, I don't think he could get enough of his evening treat.

= Think about it, Vixen. It is not every day the cook and his souix chef get to serve the women of the house either that bringing their meals to the table for them. In fact I feel as if tonight I had been invited to a feast of sweet delight I thought I would never get the chance to embrace. To be honest with you dear Vixen there is no place I would rather be that right here at this moment. I swear in all my life I don't think that there had been a more rewarding event that I could measure.

- And by the size of you pressing against me I don't think there is any doubt of that. Not at all, Antonio.

She takes her fingers and dips them into the glass wetting them with her drink. then moistens him with her hand. Most of his manly shaft peeking from over her hand than the amount she could grab with one of her fists. She rubs backwards upon him and places him inside her from behind. Inside her tightest of places and gently rocks back and fourth. Feeling him stiffen and become most powerfully erect as she takes his complete legnth. Her back straight she rocks back and fourth and slowly uses her sculpted legs and performs small squats upward and downward. The power between them growing in unison.

= I think he may be soon ready to take his own mount with Zenna. If she will let him..

- Never you mind if she would deny him. She had wanted him the same as I wanted you Antonio. She has had him in her mind the same as I had dreamed of you and I in this embrace right now.

= Please, call me Anton. There is nothing between us that I could be more proud of than to accept your embraces and beauty, Vixen.

She rides him up and down inside her tight anal passage, slowly and gently never being distracted by the ongoing conversation and the insaciable vouyerism of the moment. The ripples of pleasure from him conquering her and placing her in sheer ecstacy. Anton uses the feather upon her back and ticklish waves of delight create explosions of delight both powerful and gentle on her upper half and lower half at the same time. She comes silently and the streaming hot juices of her vaginal area are secreted. Still, she rides him, never skipping a rhythmic wave of hers and his syncromatic pleasure. His legnthy shaft becoming wet, than almost soaked with her bodies inner proofs of their embrace. She takes her leg and swings it over his leg and mounts him sidesattle. Letting him inside her with the deepest of penetration. As she does so she can't help herself form groaning out and moaning each time she reaches a complete connection of her skin to his. Him still swigging from his cordial he takes the time to place some liquor upon his shaft to help create hot moisture between them and stimulate her rear cavity. The heat inside her increases double-fold and the pleasure sensation of Antons and Vixen's first dance of love becomes almost epic for her. She begins to slowly feel the build of an enormous orgasm and knocks back the remainder of her conigac and tossing her glass to the side, to allow both of her hands free to squeeze and embrace her own breasts and nipples and excentuate her orgasmic build.

- I think it is time that Zenna herself feel the ride of ecstacy the same as my self. Vixen announces with her eyes closed almost tearing with bountiful pleasure.
She whips her head to the side and faces Gregory and Zenna.
-Greg, take her from behind at this moment! And paddle her as hard as you may. She is my pet for the Week and she deserves your man hood within her and you deserve the treat we had planned for you this evening for all that you had done for us. In the least. I want to see you take her. I want to see you take her right now.
She gasps and lets out a small scream as her orgasm topps off and she comes hard and deeply and long. Her hips pounding with excitement, her body quivering with sexual power built and released like a true master. Quickening the pace of her ride as the rush pounds through her loins. Not denying the pop of her self and embracing her pleateau.

Greg raises the paddle up and swats down with a fierce swing at the same time of his own enterance within Zenna. Then thrusts forward with all his might. Zenna heaves her body back to ensure his entrance inside her, and then screams. Slowly, Yet with all the powerful might within his means he takes his own mount of Zenna. Latching his free hand under her pelvic bone and pulling her back against him.

-Do not be gentle with her, Greg. She loves every moment. Every stroke of your rock hard cock my new friend. She can and will take it. Take her forcefully, Greg. Take her and punish her like the bad little girl she had been she deserves to be punished, and I want to see it! I want you to administer her punishment for what she had done onto me! Spank her again, as hard as you can you need to treat her thus, her pain tolerance and thresh hold it outstanding. Make it count!

Vixen and Anton watch and make sweet forbidden love as Zenna and Greg do the same. Greg giving Zenna all that he could with each erogenous pound of his own. Zenna unboubtedly enjoying each percussional slam from behind her, While Greg sinks himself within her loins and body cavity. Like the pounding of a train spike through a steel rail. Rocking her world with his enormously sized manhood. Her warmth from within was incredible. Zenna began to moan and then sceram loudly with each escalading jut and jab she recieved from Greg while he stood in hid Dominant position behind her. He took turns entering her wet crease, pounding inside her to begin and orgasmic occourance, and then slid in between her round muscular bottom to deliver short overwhelming explosive pleateaus . She moaned while he was in her vagina, and screamed out with extacy whilst he was reaming her anally. The pain of being an ass virgin was clearly not there for her. Zenna took nothing aside from pleasure being topped by him. Greg knew that from the way her cavity winked at him willingly when he took position for the administering of her spankings. His plunges strong and guided hit hard and deep. Tiuching bottom inside her birth canal, And passing further than her limits when he took her by anal entry. Striking with the paddle upon her muscular legs and butt to create spikes of stimulatory feeling and push her to the edge.

Viexn bouncing fast than slow upon Anitnio's Stiff and large rod. Feeling her legs begin to jiggle and uncontrollably as she sat and squeezed then held him within her and piuuled Antioio's large Spanish dick from with in her. Stroking him in reverse motion. Her Dark skin glimmering from the beads of sweat beginning to form and fall down from neckline. Vixen truly giving it her all as she was conducting her sexual workout with her admired Latin friend. Vixen, her self was nothing but impressed with the way Anton could handle her stroking him. For she was no excercising temperance with him at all. Vixen was riding him hard slow and long. The pressure from her own anal cavity gripping him giving him one of the best handless stroke jobs he had been given ever. Anton, already shutting his eyes closed while she was in midstrokes began to moan himself.

Vixen chosen lover for the night could not believe that he was making the deepest of love with a super star, globally recognized. Desired and adored world renoun. her sculpted lengthy body rippling forward then back as she was stroking him with squats and lunges. Her body and legs that were beginning to jiggle were beginning to be felt by him, personally. He found himself moaning personally out of control as she began to humm an let out screams of passions herself.

-I'm gonna jizz! Said Vixen -I'm gonna squirt! oh my god! Yeah! omygodI'mgonna squirt! I'm gonna squirt right now!. OOOOHHHHH! Yeah! OOOOOHHHHH!

She began to stroke harder and faster while her entire began to ripple and wave uncontrollably. Anton leaned her back and massaged her vagina hood as fast as he could with his hand. As she lost controll of herself. Her warm vaganal juice spraying from over his hand. all over the both of them first in a spray style and them streaming out from inside her. Her strokes stopped And She Let out a grand yell.

-Fuck, ME, YESSSSSSSSS! As she lost her own bladder's worth from Anton's throbbing Spanish Prick Puncturing her Black Woman's Body and making her cream herself. Vixen couldn't stop yelling and moaning. She had found her personal Nirvana.

-My turn! Yelled Anton. He grabbed her by the hips at the top of her long legs. and took position behind her, doggy style. Furiously slapping her georgeous ass with his pelvis and making her Scream with excitement. His strokes were terribly fast pulling her back while he rammed harder and harder from behind.

-Do you want, me Vixen? Do you? Do you want my all, Vixen? You do don't you? Huh? She wants it all and she wants it all right now doesn't our sweet Vixen? Tell Me! Tell Me, Now Sweet baby Vixen! Anton said sternly to her but not quite in a yelling voice.

-YESS! I WANT YOU! I WANT YOU! Vixen, said. Give me all that cock, my Kitchen Cook! Give me all that enormous Prick you fucker!

Antonio, was pounding himself in his black queen with fury and honorable stregnth. Fast hard and deeply Vixen was taking one of her finest Anals she had benn given in her life. From behing them both Zenna and Greg began to watch them rather than put on their own show. Greg never missing a stern plunge. As Anton was reaming his little starlett, He pulled Zenna upon her side and began to plunge within her using fast strokes. rocking her muscular short body with the middle part of his own love staff.

Zenna never moving her eyes from Vixen, Screaming, coming in waves.
-Fick her hard, Anton! Ream her tight skinny Ass. Make her yell, boy! Fuck her with everything you got, Antonio!
She was cut off as Greg plugged her bowels once again and she finally began to loos her own self in a orgasm of collosal proportions. -Make us both yours tonight, Men! Make us both yours!

Boths ladies moaning and screaming with excitement. Feeling their bodies being torn apart bt the beasts of Love behing them. both of them filling Gregory's room with the Announcement of woman's unsufferable pleasures and delight. Zenna pushed from Gregory and stepped over to where her house sister was feeling her own rapture. She slid her tongue close to Antons body and began to massage the bottom of his prick as he was jutting in and out from inside Vixen. Sucking on his shaft when he pulled out a bit and allowed her.

-Oooooh, She tastes so fucking good! Zenna exclaimed. She tastes like fine european Chocoalate! She tastes so sweet and velvety! Like the finest thing I had ever placed in my mouth in my entire life. MMMMMMMM! OOOOOOOH! What a treat! MMMMMM! What a delight! Greg come here and let her engorge her self with you. Shish ka bob her to the furthest reaches of her will! Get her from both sides while I buffet upon the three of you! I could never had thought that I were to be treated to such a tasty after hours dessert cart of Pleasure! I don't know where to start!

Greg, himself walks over to Vixen and places his own self inside Vixen's mouth. And Vixen begins to suckle upon him and then rams hed face forward to deep throat him by surprise. Wildly shaking and swallowing and letting out screams and humms when her wind pipe would permitt sound. Panting and gasping for air as her ass was constantly being reamed and stretched by Anton. The men letting Vixen shift her body forward to take the entire legnth of one and then the other. Whilst Zenna bounced from erogenous zone to erogenous zone of all three. Zenna self serving her own vagina with her hand as she stuck her Muscular tongue everywhrere she could see fit.

-Ream her, men! Give her all she could take. Tonight was one of her most desired fantasies come true and if the both of you let her down, I will take it out from your own hides, men! Give her the desires come true surpassing her own expectations. She hasn't had two men inside since her first day here with us , boys. She needs to be served up what she ordered and NOW! Creame on my sweet litte chocoalate bunny, come on her with your man creame and let me lick every sweet drop dry.

Both Antonio and Greg pulled out from either side of Vixen, and the girls commenced sucking each of them off. Pinching each other's nipples and fingering each other while jerking the men off with their other hands. Licking the mens tips of their cocks and bringing them closer to spurting their come all over Vixen the Superstar model. Both men came at once. Their loads shooting out by the loving spoonfulls. It seemed neither of them had shot a load in while. Their hot shots landing on Vixen's dark, sweaty skinned body and their temperature driven love juice dripping here and sticking there. Zenna and Vixen giving them hand jobs the fastest they could as the men Let out their own screams of uncontained love. The house sisters taking turns to suck one man's shaft, then trading to compliment the other. Then meeting in the middle and tonguing each other. Returning to the men's penises afterwards. Both men treated to deep throat and then quick flicks of the tougue. Their johnsons bobbing up and down, throbbing in the women's hands. Zenna grabs for Vixen'a legs and spreads them open and places her face in between. Enjoying a salty finally from when Vixen had squirted all over herself and Anton. Zennna then pulling her tongue upward uopn Her sister's body and carefully collecting the donations of sperm the men had left on Vixens Breasts and face. Vixen, then showing her tongue and the women sharing a french kiss snowball. Spitting both Greg and Anton's mixture back and fourth into each other's mouths. Zenna sucking it all into her own then spitting it back onto Vixen's tits. Vixen rubs the love concoction between her tits . making sperm string cheese bridges between her nipples as Zenna licks it back up and cleans breast plate off. Zenna pulls Vixen onto her belly and pulls her into a down prayer style stance on the couch. Placess one finger from both her hands insinde her exposed ass, spreads it open a little then spits the wole of the ending of the orgasms out inside. Then conntinues to give her a rim job to seal it shut. Licking her hot labias underneath and from behind, then tonging her ass once again. The concoction had thickened inside Vixen and Zenna commenced to once again suck it from Vixen's buns and asshole. Then Swallows it, chin up. Smiling the men with pride.

Zenna leans back on the floor and places her legs on the couch. And Beging to work her complete fist inside of her. Fisting her self for the three of them to watch. Greg fetches another helping of cordials for them all and spills some upon Zenna's vagina. Making her hot and wet and letting her feel the tingling burn of the liquid. Zenna's fist creating sounds of love suctions. Deeply and with increasing repitition she pop herself and sucks her fingers. Greg hands her the cordial and she sucks it back in one big gulp. As her hand frees itself from inside. Then she places her hand back and tosses to glass clearly away from her. She gets on her hands and knees and takes her wet dripping hand and works it inside her posterior. Slowly stretching her skin to make room for her complete hand to fit inside. She Moans and groans and slowly turns to her side and looks at the other three. The three, Zenna had noticed, finished with their own drinks. The men sitting on the couch and enjoying Vixen giving both of them head. Greg stands and lays under Zenna and pulls her hand from her ass. Zenna grunts loudly and long. Her hand forced from within her a little bit too quickly. The outside of her O-ring stretched and the stimulatory nerve endings, more than the whole vagins contains, Make her head throb as her own fist is rebirthed from inside her colon tract. Rubbing it on his thick, long dong. Then piercing her where she formerly had her hand. Vixen kneels over Greg and summons his tongue, pink and moist, hot and ready. Antonio enters Zenna from behind to complete the foursome and give Zenna the double penetration she seemed to want. Both men stroking at seperate speeds and legnths in and out at different times. Zenna's strong ass was pulsating with pleasure and ecstacy that nearly unnerved her. Both men popping and thrusting upon and inside of her. Vixen rubbing herself on Gergory's mouth, squeezing out another Squirt onto Gregory's chest and throat. Zenna licks it all as the men pound rhythmically in opon her. Zenna could hardly stand it, laying her head on Gregory's chest and submitting as the men stretch her to her limits. Gregory's strokes long and controlled, Antonio's fast and well timed. Antinio's prick vibratorily mustering surges through her body. Control of her own body is no longer hers. Succumbing to the compilation of flutternig strokes that penetrate from inside. Even the Baron and the Dutchess themsellves weren't as war like when they chose her on their certain nights to bring her inside their chaimbers. These men were relentless..... Just like Zenna liked it. And treated like the fuck meat she enjoies. Being one of those particular times. Zenna's body wriggles and shutters. Her legs give a little and slide open as her body gets a little limper from being worked so hard. She yeilds to the men and lets them finish her off. Completely taken from the outstanding amounts of multiple orgasms she had experienced in such a short time. Her bust bouncing on Gregory's chest and the men rub another hot load off inside of her. The warmth of their ejaculatory spurts making her slippery inside. She now could only moan with spent pleasure as she reached the end of her energy for the time being. A gigantic smile upon her face.

Her sister of the house, mumbling dirty fornicatory phrasing to her self squelches as she herself comes while hovering above her. Falling back onto the floor and letting her own body rest for its own.

Short silence becomes of the room then Vixen notices her new cockmaster's voice from on the sofa.
-How about all af us relax in the hot tub for a while? I think you girls deserve it.

Zenna replies. -HMMM... Sounds great. Bring the booze. Gregory, may I use your bedae.

-Feel free. There are some robes in the linnen room between the bedroom and the bath.

-Gotcha.

-I'm next for the bedae. Mutters Vix.

The four of them make their way down the hall and then through the french doors into the center of the mansion itself. Where the indoor pool was located. Sipping on congiac and letting their muscles and nerves relax from the utter fuck fest in Gregory's living quarters. They all relaxed listening to the water splattering of the fountain in the middle of the pool and the bubbles of the hot tub. Making their promises to see one another again and not to let on to the owners of the house.
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-ROYALS- Part 1- The simple somber subbie sucks it up for slipping her knots
Posted:Jul 15, 2011 9:28 pm
Last Updated:Sep 25, 2020 6:15 am
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-ROYALS-
Part 1- The simple somber subbie sucks it up for slipping her knots

Her, Dressed in tight, thigh high baby blue vynol, crop clutched in her hand, with her training dominant, The Baron, behind. Carefully watching her every move and step. She prances around her female submissive house- for the moment.

-How had you shamed him, hmmmm? How had you placed yourself in shame to bring yourself to me to be punished for your sins against him? hmmm? she says.

Bending at the waist to bring herself face to face with her female subbie lying flat on her stomach, restrained to the legs of the table. Her sub's head, dangiling over one side, with her feet, planted on the ground at the other. The vynol tightly creeping into the crevasse of her privates and rear end. Making a lovely view and display of her womanhood.

-Tell me, tell me now, she says, lifting her eyes to her dominant to seek his aproval in her mannerisms. He gives her a small lift of his chin to signal her with his approval she clutches both ends of the crop and bends it into a sign of an ohm. TELL ME, NOW! her thick British accent booming in the leaden room. Letting the flat side of the crop go to slap her shammed femme on one of her shoulders.

-I did not complete my dominant's training as I was instructed, And was very resistant to his bidding for it was not as I had wished to do. the subbie replies.

-Well, had you mentioned your yeild to her to stop or to let him know that you were not comfortable in your position? hmmm? she says. HOW COULD YOU FORGET PROPER YIELDING PROCEDURE! One of our family was almost choked to death instead of unconciousness!

A snap of the crop occours and a lash puffs onto the skin of the young subbie. She whimpers with no draw back, standing for the wrong doing that she had caused.

-No, my master was never informed by me that I did not want.

-Well when the school master tells you to complete such biddings, is it not practice to finish those specific bidings as fast as accurate as possible. Or were you in haste?

-I was in haste because I felt uncomfortable in the predicament I had been placed in. And being pressured for things that were not agreed to.

-Once again midwife zenn, did you or did you not make your dominant aware of this?

-NO, I had not.

-And why did perform such actions if you were not one hundred ten percent sure of how to execute them, hmmm? WHY!!?

-It was my time to prove my learnings and graduate to another level. I was eager instead of cautious. Where I should have been precautious instead of eager in the executions of my actions.

-So you know why my self and the Barron had summoned you here for an explanation. The last thing we want is any harm done to our family.

Another whisp of the thick whipping crop snaps through the air, landing upon the meat of midwife zenn. A yelp of pain and angiush escapes her with silence breaking anguish. Then another, and another.

-Tell us that you are sorry, midwife admit to us that risking vixen's existance was not worth your wrong doing.

Another full force lash perfectly lands itself on zenn's rear side

-Baroness, Baron I truly apologise for my wrongdoings in the house and for my sins against house rules I would freely take my lashes and punishment. Although public Humiliation is not in my interest and any wrongdoings I had committed, especially when it comes to the structure of our home I will with loving gratification, pay for them. my flesh is yours to treat as my dominants feel it shall be. Whether in scorn, pain, sorrow or love. I shall be content with my punnishment. Please do not hold back. Vixen's liveyhood was in my hands and I shall pleasure her after my comupence in any way she likes if she shall only for give forgive me....

The Baroness yet again bends at the waist to face her second to youngest subbie.
-Least she forgives you midwife zenn, least she forgives you.

The Barron steps forward from shadows hehind.

-In the meantime Zenna. On with the pain.
Stepping forward towards her. In his hand, a bundle of dried, thorny stems of a rose bush.
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-ROYALS- PART 5 - Munch, Nosch, Swallow
Posted:Mar 28, 2011 8:56 pm
Last Updated:Sep 25, 2020 6:15 am
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The table in the dining hall, usually long enough to have guests and serve twenty, had the leaves removed from the center, place settings only for the four of them. None of the other house reidents were invited to tonight's gathering.

Zenna, leaning into Vixen,
-I guess tonight is a little more special than other evenings, wouldn't you say, love?

The Baroness, appears from the service door of the kitchen and invites the two to sit with a gesture of her hand. Donning an Elizebethan style evening gown. Her figure shown delicately. As she encircles her guests and places three open bottles of wine upon the table, from off of a wheeled service cart. Her lovely rear, rounded, muscular and tight is exentuated from within tonight's dress. Frills along the cuffs, with button hooks on the front. Thin, womanly hourglass frame and swelling breasts suitably covered from within its restraints.

-The Baron will be along shortly, dears. In the meantime, won't you help your self to some wine,
Hmmmmm?.

The girls take their seats, as does the Baronness at one end of the table. Zenna, winceing and grunting a bit from her new wounds suffered.

-Unnng! How uncomfortable. Let me at that wine.
She pours helpings for all at the table, including the Baron and places the bottle down. Then sits back, waiting for the Merlot to breathe and release its body and flavors.

Vixen opens the conversation.
- Strange choice of wines this evening, Baronness. A merlot red served with cornish hen? Wouldn't a chardonay or a pinot grigio more of a suitable choice?

The Baronness smiles and replies as her left hand creeeps slowly up to the top of her evening gown, and unbuttons her top button. The tight fit dresss unhooks with an audible pop.

- Why, yes, Vixen, it would. But I thouht for tonights festivities, a dark, sultry red would better fit the mood setting. I am suprised that you, Zenna, had not made that observation yourself.

-My madam Baronness, given my current physical condition, I wasn't thinking of nothing but the soothing, anastetical effects of tonight's beverage. Although, red wine served with fish or game bird subtly hints at a Russian or a Prussian-West Northern European menu. Polish?, Baronness? Mabye West

German Cuisine?

The Baronness simply chuckles to herself as she reaches for her glass. She holds the glass close to her face smiles and retorts with
-Touche.....Zenna, touche.

Then takes a long and plentiful gulp from her serving of wine. Replacing it as soon as she places her wine glass down, and then, with her right hand, unbottons another button from the the bosom of her gown. Her perfectly shaped breasts, beginning to show their forms from their coverings. Underneath the flowing Elizabethean style evening gown she wears, a bright yellow lingerie peeks. The kind that covers most of the breast, and yet excentuates her womanly shape.

-Since you had mentioned observations, my dearest Baronness, I notice that you had unbottoned your second button from my side of the table. Directly after I made my valid comment.

-Perhaps you are catching on faster to tonight's pretence, Zenna, Hmmmmm? A Verrry valid and worthwile observation, indeed.

Enters, The Baron, Dressed leisurely, in slacks and a Polo shirt.

- My ladies, I am glad to see that you all had made yourselves comfortable and...

He hesitates for a moment as he gazes upon his wife.

- And I also see that tonight's activities had already been commenced. Obviously, our young understudies are showing their talents and using their brains instead of their animal instincts.

-Rightfully so, Baron, rightfully so.

The Baron caries on, raises his glass and proposes a toast.

- May all at this table forgive one another and get over any wrongful feelings. May the four of us commence with enjoyment of one another's companies tonight and take pleasure in the planned activities the Baronness has prepaired for us all. He sips at the wine and takes a seat. May our dinner commence!

At once, a cart is pushed from the kitchen by the Chef himself. Each at the table is served a plate with a silver lid on top. The Souix Chef follows with yet another cart laiden with sauce boats and ladles. The cart is placed closeby the table where the souix Chef takes post. The Chef and his Souix uncover the heads of the tables plates in tandem. Then circle around Vixen and Zenna's, doing the same. Their plates are beaded with driplets of warm water, hot steam rising from each one.

-My Dom, Mistress and guests... may I present; Cornish herb encrusted hen, asparagus with wild mushroom rice, and a variety of sauces to accompany. Rasberry reduction, Lemon drawn butter sauce, Sweet game bird jus, mint cremme, Bourbon and trouffle-chocoalate thick gravy.

Zenna observes her dish. A miniscule serving of wild rice, one sprig of asparagus and one half of a cornish hen. Then takes a not so obvious peek at house pet Vixen's plate. The same.

-Madam Baronness, it seems that tonight's main course may not be the focal point of the evening, yet there are many sauces to choose from. Be it so that it is not the food that we were here to celebrate?

-Rightfully so, Zenna. Rightfully so, Hmmmmm...

The Baroness reaches for another one of the button hooks on her gown and un latches it with her right hand once again. Exposing some of her torso. Revealing the tight lingerie corset underneath is cross threaded under the breast with white lace and matching white bow ties.

Zenna watches her as she finishes off her glass of merlot. The Baronness does exactly the same while slowly caressing herself upon the corset she wears. Her eyes straight forward, never leaving the Baron's.

Then pours another serving of wine for the both of them.

-Zenna, my sweet, please top off the Baron's glass, his seems to be empty. Is that any way to treat your
Dom? hmmmmm? Leave him without something to quench his thirst?

Vixen interjects
-And yet there was a failure to observe that I had that covered already.

Vixen pours the Dom Baron another glass, to the very top with the third bottle from the table. Subtly and gently licking her full and curved lips. Then raising her eyes from his built chest to his own face. Then quickly turns her head to face Zenna.

-May some of the drawn lemon butter sauce be passed, please Dom Baron. Says Zenna.

-I feel that you may have missed a point of tonight's gathering. Replies Vixen. Then swallows down her own glass replenishing it to the brim. Gesturing to the Dom Baron's plate, almost empty. Only a bite or two left on the main course.

- Have I? Lady Vixen?
Vixen slides her eyes towards the Baron's service. And a slow smile creeps its way upon her jaw. Deep and wide.

- My Master Baron, I feel so underdressed for the ocasion compared to Domma Baronness. Says Vixen.
And yet something tells me that it is not us the guests at the table whom are in the spotlight, Nor is it you that is on the stage. Seemingly so, it comes to my attention that mabye The Baronness is the main attraction this evening.

Touche, to my youngest love slave. Replies the Baronness. Touche! Her left hand flows from her own lips, down her neck, embraces her own breast, encircling the curvature of her flesh, and makes its way down to another clasp, releasing it from its hold on the Baronness' body, her undergarments almost fully exposed.

- I think the sauces are more for dessert, temptation and for the accompanyment of the taste of tonight's beverages. Finishes the youngest house pet of the house.

The Baron interjects,
- Let us finish the main course my ladies, settle down and resume to the real reason of tonights gathering. Aside the fact that I first observed that there was a short table set for a setting of four, and yet there are so many candles upon the table. More than enough for illumination. And the room is brightly lit. Ladies, Had you taken into consideration the observation of the room and not each other?

-Enough said, ponder the possibilities, my ladies. Let us finish our meals and resume. For tonight had been a learning experiment for all of us. And there is much, much more to be sought out, fore seen and explained.
May I top off my few remaining bites with the mint cremme, please Dom Baron?

The four of them sit in the room candles burning amongst them. They all finish their meal rather quickly and their plates are cleared. The cart of warm, delectful sauces left behind on the side cart.

Says the Baronness
-And yet amongst all the pitter patter,girls, The Baron gets the final of my meal's clues corrrect. A little bit of pleasure...... and a little bit of pain.....Hmmmmmmm?, ladies. Isn't that right , Zenna.
She smiles large and wide teeth exposed fully. As if to rub in tonight's earlier experience.

Zenna, only clears her throat and and wiggles in her chair. Winces a little from her lacerations suffered from the roses stems. The bare wood on her chair creating hard pressure upon her skin making her wounds pulse with discomfort.

She stands and takes the final hook button loose from the front of her gown. Unbuttons the cuffs of the legnthy sleeves and the gown falls from her subtle curves. The yellow and white corset under neath exposed. Ending at her hips. Her firm and smooth long legs, tone and rounded. have no covering. The soft and shortly shaven hair above her vagina exposed for the guests at the dinner table to view freely. The Baroness stands from her chair and turns around. Reaching behind her she unlaces her corset with one hand and pulls her hair to the side with the other. Then stands nude and spread legged and deeply bends to recover the gown from the floor and show her self off for those at the table. She drapes the gown on the back of her seat to display it for all and turns again to face them. Corset in hand.

-In all reality Vixen, This gown is one of the features in your next runway show performance. If you were to accept the work for a close friend of mine. Feel free to take it, and place it within your collections. Zenna, This corset is a gift for you to adorn as a gift from the Baron to express our respect for you for taking your cummupance with such chivalry. Not that you had earned it, in my opinion. And this....

She runs her hands through her long hair, and follows through by brushing her hands all the way down her body. Both of her hands ending the caress at either side of her privates and spreading them apart gently, slowly and with no shame.

-... is for the three of you tonight.

The Baronness crawls bare bodied onto the thick wooden table. Turns and lies with her legs partially folded, yet spread apart so all may peek at her georgious privates. Leaning on one of her arms and caressing her her hips with her other hand. Her breasts nipples slowly getting firm and standing at attention from her own hand's caresses upon her pale, skin. Her waivy, long hair unravelling behind her. She then resumes to tempt her own skin in front of all three of them, with her long and manicrued fingers.

The Baron encircles the table and places the many candles on the outside corners of the dining flat. Then walks towards the cart with the various sauces opon it and wheels it next to the table.

-Stand ladies, and push back your chairs.

As Zenna gets up she inhales through her teeth with a sound like a snake. The Baroness smiles widely with pleasure and turns to Vixen, chuckling a bit. Enjoying that Zenna is in pain.

-That is what she recieves for damaging my little house pet, is it not so, Vix?

-The treatment of the lessers in this house is of the judgement of the heads of the household, my Madam. Vixen replies.

- We chose the the lesson of the long stem rose for Zenna because her pain threshold is very high and tempered. One day you too shall be at her level of tempered pain witholding, if you wish, my pet.

The Baron interjects,

-Tonight is one of my favorite group activities, We have planned tonight before what had happened
earlier, for we are going to invite our dear friends as guests to acompany us very soon. They have returned from their travels abroad and will be joining us within the next few weeks as house guests. We wanted to make sure that the two of you know what you were doing and to personally invite the both of you to meet these friends of ours.

The Dutchess and the Duke had been friends of ours for many years, and had been not visited this Estate for quite some time. I wanted to introduce our newest family members to them as a suprise.

The Baroness continues with further detail.
-The Dutchess, wether you know it or not Vixen, is the designer of a clothing line you had modeled for before The Baron and I had taken you in to live with us, Vixen. She is planning a tour for the release of her newest line of fashion, and I wanted the ensureance of some work for you if you would accept it. She says it consists of some runway work, magazine shoot, and some advertising if you would make the cut. You may land a really good contract for yourself. The benefit to me is worth much more. Yet I would be very proud of you if you were selected by her. It would be as if some family ties were knit a bit closer. There's even some talk of a conglomeration that would become a powerhouse within the fashion industry. Vixen, I can't tell you the importance.....
The Baroness trails off......

The Baron finishes.
-Zenna, The Duke is an owner of many Triple Crown winning steeds, and a good friend of mine. He was thinking of letting me take some of them into my care, here on the estate. He wanted to meet my caretaker and veteranarian before so said was done. Assuring himself that they would recieve the most loving of care. Zenna, I am telling you to be prepared when he arrives. Impress him professionally. That's what I want from you Zenna. I want these horses on the Estate. Prove to him you are worth while and you will advance. If he does not choose to keep these steeds on premisses it would not be the loss of your employment or place here on the Estate. It is only that these horses are parts of real history. They are prizes in my eyes. My colection of horses would be closer to being complete.

Vixen interjects.
-Zenna, you are the vet? I thought you scrubbed the horses stalls.

-I may be a lowly and loyal submissive on the Estate of the Royals, Vix. And I may spend time tending to the horses. But I never said that shoveled their shit for a living. Why? Do you need your shots? Or your blood drawn and tested? Zenna retorts.

The Baron clears his throat and halts the sass at his dinner table.
-Zenna, Stop that cheap taunt at this instant! It is well known that all here on the Estate had been tested before being allowed or asked to make residence. For all of our sakes....and health. That is never a question here. And is a reason, as our submissives and house pets, that you live such a guarded lifestyle. We are all compatible. That was the most important rule myself and the Baroness set for the Estate before inviting or hiring a soul.
And Vixen, Zenna earned her degree and training here, on the Estate. Living in the guest house attached to the 's barn before moving into the mansion itself. Zenna had been with us for some years before becoming a house pet. Let it be known, She and I are very giving and rewarding. Mark my words. I will stand for none of that cheerless volley.

The Baroness Speaks.
-I AM OBSERVING... the conversation has led away from tonight's pleasant meal and activities, and branched toward a conversation that could be considered given closure. Hmmmmmmmmm, Baron.

-You are right, Baroness. Let us commence.

-The Baroness lays flat on her back upon the table as the Baron dips the first ladle into the butter and lemon server and pours the warm and slick concoction on the breasts of his woman.Using the back of the serving ladle to spread the slick sauce upon and over her skin. Then places the sauce boat upon the table.

-It is important to use something that will create a good skin protectant first. It keeps other substances from sticking to and prevents burning of the skin girls. Come my Zenna, since you had said that you were interested in this flavor, be the first to sample it. Drag your tongue from her throat to the tip of her nipple, Then to the tip of her other breast, and to her belly button. Observe, ladies. the belly button, when noshing, or sploshing is the perfect place to put a nice shot of sauce, whipped cream or cherries, other such delectables. It makes for a nice resivoir of your favorite flavor. Vixen, come hither my dear, at the foot of the table.

She quickly, yet with elegance commences and obeys. He reaches over and dips one of the silver serving ladles into the corning hen gravy and drizzles it on to the Baronesses' left foot.

-Now, Slowly. kiss and caress her foot with your tongue and lips. Slowly now, to enjoy all of the flavor for yourslef, and not make sure that the other is experiencing some form of pleasure is just not right in an excercise such as this one.

Vixen, starts at the center of the Baronesses foot, and slowly tickles it with sensual tongue lashings to the pads. Stopping and taking tender care of her toes.

-Carefull, Vixen remember the person you serve may be tickelish. Uncontrollable reaction may lead to unsuspected injury. A kick in the face while worshiping a foot is always a risk. While you are commencing, Utilize some heavy breathing. Hot deep breaths and temperature difference from heavy breathing to cooling soothing light blowing may create goosebumps or sometimes create the feeling or start of climax in some persons. Depending on the preference of the person, of course.

- A note committed to memory, my Dom Baron.
- I hope of both the sensuality, and the reactions of tickling sensitive areas.
-Yes, my Dom. Vixen replies.

-It takes a gentle touch and caring sensitive time to make someone get to the start of sexual climax though. Either that or there must be conditoning and adjustments made that help the recieiver with the appreciation of such sensuality being placed on such odd parts of the body. As for me.....

The Baron moves back to the serving cart, dips a ladle into the sauce of raspberry, and serves the
Baronness some of it for a tasty reward. Overfilling her mouth and letting the reduction drizzle down her cheek as the Baroness sticks out her tongue from her mouth as she swallown with pleasure.

-Thank you my Dom Baron, my favorite.... She Replies as she licks her full and supple lips.

The Baron takes another ladle of the Mint creme and splashes in between th Baronesses legs. The cream making her loins hot and tingle. She rolls her hips and spreads her vagina open again and lets the sauce enter inside her as he removes his polo shirt. His chest exposed to her, he is most assuredly ready to enjoy his favorite desert. The Baron spreads his woman's legs apart and uses his long tongue to gather some of the desert sauce. Sucking and swallowing from off his wife's labia is short and fast pulsing bursts. Creating the effect of her curling her spine and bowing her pelvis with all her might as she grows closer and closer to an orgasm. The girls, along with him between her legs, tantilize her erogenous spots.

Suddenly from behind his back the Baron reveals one of the candles and pours the hot wax upon the Baroness' chest plate, breasts and nipples. Through her clenching teeth she deeply inhales, and then releases her breath. Exclaiming an -OH!!! FUCK YESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!

The Baron leans towards Zenna and with a Deep resonance in his voice and says
- I suppose after receiving your punishment for being such a naughty girl today, you weren't observational enough to expect such a sultry treat were you, Zenna?
His hand softly petting her down the center of her back and then spanking her with a forceful slap on the ass. Then grabbing her ass cheek with a firm and assured grip. Feeling the warmth of her own center from behind.
-

Through the night the threesome feast from the silver platter made of the Baroness' body. Pouring sauces and candle wax onto her supple skin. Peeling the both from her with their fingers and tongues alike. Feasting on the whines and moans of the Baroness, and one another. A rather tastefull vanilla style skill of their lifestyle demonstrated and completed for the girls. A class to conduct for the Baron and the Baroness finished.
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-The ROYALS- Part 6- the house pets share more of their pasts
Posted:Mar 13, 2011 2:16 pm
Last Updated:Sep 25, 2020 6:15 am
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Morning, Vix and Zenna are together in Zenna's room. Both girls without clothing. Vixen lays back on the daybed, her long and curved legs on either side of the bed, proudly displaying her carefully shaven landing strip of pubic hair and tight labia that subtly peek from the bony frame of her model's body. She plays with a couple of legnths of rope and practicing her knot tying skills while Zenna carefully watches and makes sure she ties them correctly.

Zenna, with one knee on a chair turned backward stands closeby. The scratches on her shapely and muscular rearside still swollen and red from her punishment, keep her from sitting. The sting from the thorned rose stems sitting in finally. Her square framed shoulders and her posture absolutely straight. Her breasts standing on edge. Supple nipples, at attention. Partially from her body's reaction to the constant tingle on her backside, Partially from gazing at Vixen's body. Truly herself, She didn't know from which one more....The attraction or the slight pain.

The crimson lines that she bears for the time being, as the Baron has told her, will be the legnth that she shall serve her house sister as an underling. Although she out ranks her house sister, she is to help Vixen hone her skills to an art, as it was sternly stated to her after dinner the evening before. In his own words

-Until your earned wounds turn pink, and scar over.

She watches Vixen and without her knowing has her hand gently strokes her own soft spots. Keeping her slightly warmer than she would have been during this snowy morning.

-Remember love, two hoops with the ends pulled through. The ends of the ropes strung into the opposite other. Take the center fold it around. Pull the knot through the hoop. Then the knot goes under the slack. Pull it tight. Two perfect hoops to keep your lover tied all night.

-Easy for you to say, Cowgirl. You're the one who takes care of the horses on the Estate.

Then, Vixen humming the poem to herself. Closes the knot with perfect circles on either ends and places the rope on her tightly formed belly. Both her bare breasts, lower c cups, poking out from either hoop.

-You're damn right, Love. Been playing with rope since before I studied to become a vetrinarian. That's how I met the Baron. At an exhihition. She removes her eyes from Vixen and stares out her window that overlooks the pasture, smiling. Her hand's fingers slowly creep inside her moist and hot pleasure spot, seperating her self as she thinks of the Baron and her on that particular date. First one, then two of her fingers ease gently inside herself. Rocking back and fourth. all the way in. Her eyes flow back to receive Vixen's attention and to keep her attention to her story.

We got to talking and we just hit it off. We kind of clicked toghther, and before the end of the day I was tied and dangling from a bamboo pole by my hands and feet. Taking paddles and whips from others there while he was announcing...

-Free licks! Free licks! ...in his booming voice!
Her fingers plunging deep inside herself then retracting, but not exiting. Her hips follow suit in order to make the feeling more intense.

- It was quite satirical, really love. I had the time of my life that day. I really think every one there got a few swings in. There were people gathered round for more than an hour. She leans to show Vix what she is doing from behind the back of the chair, and smiles. She smiles back and her own hand reaches for the same place as Zenna's on her own self. Personally, I think he got off on how I was yelping, 'Yess! yess! give me more! love my ass! spank me! I love it!' He was so impressed that I played along so good that after a few meetings he invited me here to stay and finish my schooling.

-Does that account for your slight hobble, Zen?

-Matter of fact it does. She blinks, shakes her head and continues with her story. Jostleing her hand some to invigorate herself and erase the thought she did not want to go into so much. She shutters some getting closer to a orgasmic peak.

I really didn't know he owned any horses until after the fact. She pauses as stars explode within her body as an orgasm sears through. I stopped riding horses after I was thrown in competition and broke my hip. Before I hung it all up, I got myself into school to keep myself near the animals. Worked as a farm hand and got my vets liscence while working here. Stayed on as the Royals' love submissive. I really do love them. The horses too. They both, The Baron and the Baroness, were like benefactors, Family that really cared, and great teachers to me. I think I am one of the luckiest of persons to meet them and be included in their lives. She closes, and tastes herself from both her fingers.

- Bring some of that over here for me. On your hands and knees. Crawl to me you little love slut.

Zenna does so. And Vixen tastes her house sister's velvety juice from her fingers as she closes herself. Thrusting harder and a bit more violently than Zenna had. Making herself come and bites her fingers as she sucks them clean. Vixen pulls her fingers from inside her self and offers them to Zenna for a taste herself.

-Lick my fingers my little mutt, lick them tell me how you like the taste of me.....

Zenna does so.....
-Better than any of the sauces we had dined from on the Baronesse's body last night, my sweet.
And puckers her lips a tad. Speaking of the horses, I need to throw on an overcoat and feed them before it gets into the afternoon.

Vixen sighs.....
-Very well, bitch, get on and complete your duties for the day, then report back here. There isn't much on my itinerary. I'll wait right here for you in your room, playing with my ropes and knots. But before you go, stick your tongue deep inside me and make me clean.

Zenna squints her eyes at her. Swings a leg over her head and burys her face in her lap. Backing herself up for a mutual. Swings her leg over again and kisses her. Without a word, enters the walk in closet and places on her heavy woolen lined leather coat and her wollen lined snow boots.
-When I get back, tell me a bit of your modeling career and how you had met the Baroness.

-Sure thing. I'm taking a nap until you return, bitch.
She throws the rope onto her bed, and turns over, one hand between her legs. Exposing her rear, perfect in every way. The kind that you could peer the vagina from without any bending or leg spreading. A model's body indeed.

-By the way, bitch, do you think the scratches on your ass or the bruises on my neck will heal first, Zenna?

-Touche, love. Although I think the purple of the bruises go well with the dark chocoalate mocha tone of your soft and elegant skin, Vixen....

-Zenna, I am still a runway and photography model. Bruises might be hidden a little easier on the skin of a black woman, but the camera never lies. If I were scheduled for a photo shoot, I would not be able to go for it, and I would be out of some good work and pay. By the way if the broken blood vessel in my eye doesn't heal before my next photo shoot, your paying for the laser surgery fix at the optomitrist.

-Very well, my narcissistic friend. Zenna replies back. Want me to bring some tea and crumpets back?

-Yes, that would be nice. I still think the punishment The Baron gave you fell on the side closer to pleasure rather than pain. Oh and, bitch. Wash your hands before, please.

-There won't be much delay, it's frosty outdoors today. Jam also?

-Sure.

-Vixen, keep in mind that I will have scars to remind me of almost killing you for the rest of my life. Don't think I wasn't shaken. I messed up horribly. And I will keep them.

Zenna, exits the room and dims the light on the way out. Candles that illuminate the room cause shadows that dance on the walls as Vixen gently drifts into a slumber.

Zenna takes one of the golf carts that are parked right outside of the kitchen and drives up the cobblestone pathway slowly to the large enclosed barn. The structure was made from stone from the foundation and built six feet high. From the stones jutted large wood posts and finished with wood that raised to the pitched barn ceiling. The barn enclosed and warm inside was a luxury compared to some of the other estates in the area. She slid open the barn door, drives inside and then closed the door to protect the Horses from exposure. She drove to the feed room and loaded the cart with hay and then prepared the feed for each of the animals. She took each of the horses their share of the feed and spread fresh hay out for them to eat. Returning to the feed room once more and loaded up the cart with hay to be placed out for the phillies and mayors when she planned to let them out the following day. She slid the barn doors open and drove the cart out to the pasture along side the pasture.

Vixen wakes from her slumber. Noticing that nearly fourty minutes had passed. Almost the amount of time that it took to feed the Baron's steed. She sat up upon the daybed and stretched her upper frame and twisted from side to side. Stood up, placed her hands on the daybed and stretched her lower half with a cat like motion and arched her back. Then bent herself in half, touching the floor and holding her position by grasping her ankles with her legs placed together. Feeling the soothing comfort of the stretch, she made motions with her upper legs to slightly massage her vagina. Then walked around the king sized bed. Holding one of the bed posts, she looked out through the large full sized double glass window pane at the snow covered pasture.

She peered past the tall rows of oak trees and saw Zenna placing what seemed to be the last of the bails of hay out for the horses. She pulls the sheers closed and exits the room. Grabbing her freshly tied double leg loop from off of the matress and Zenna's cowgirl hat from the coat rack near the door as she exited.

Zenna mean while after completing her chores makes her way through the large barn and proceeds to shut the doors to the feed room and the hay storage. She drives her cart past all of the stables inside the barn assuring that each one of them are secure. Stopping to feed her favorite, Mon Senior, a carrot and a stick of celery. Fondly she remembers helping Mon Senior during birth. She had taken extra special care of him since then. Her first fawn she had helped in birth. She pats him on his large jowell and kisses him on the nose.

-Good night, my prince. she says to him.

Sharply, in the back ground Zenna hears the crack of a whip and decides to investigate. She walks around the corner to the large extra room of the barn used for examinations, cleansing the horses and breeding at times when the Barron is asked to produce purebreads. The sliding door, usually shut to keep the room clean and sterile is cracked enough a human to enter.

There she sees the Baron and the Baroness. There, in the grooming stall the Baroness stands, leather straps around her wrists and ankles. She is tightly bound with her apendages spread apart in a midevil X formation. The Baron stands behind her holding one of the bull whips from the barn. The Baroness with her back turned. Hair in a pony tail draped around her shoulder. The Baron pulls back with the whip and gives her a lash. Exquisedly executed, it is neither horribly hard, nor is it weak to not make a snapping sound at contact.

Baroness whinnies like a fawn, shaking her head from side to side. Revealing a human bridle in her mouth to prevent her from speaking or biting her toungue as the leather, quick as lightning, caresses her skin. She sticks her rear out and shakes it and waits for another lash from her lover.

Then the Baron notices they are not alone. Silently he motions for Zenna to join his side. He gives his wife another lash on her lower haunches, then turns back to Zenna. Motioning to keep perfectly quiet as he places the relic in his hand into hers. He bends to her ear and whispers to her.

- I trust you could give a few lashes to your Dominatrix. She seems to have placed you in many loosing situations of humiliation before. How about a little personal restitutional satisfaction? I know you are experienced enough with a driving whip. Let me see you perform.

She takes her stance at center. Pulls the leather rope back and matching the same force as her Dom watches at her side. Makes her mark on the Baronnesses other bottock cheek.

-You have fine execution style, my Midwife Zenna. I even like the way you had placed your first strike on the opposite as mine. Making sure she felt your wrath upon her skin.

Baronesse's back turned not knowing the the whip had exchenged hands, she screams out for more.
- Want! Want! Please! Oh!! Yessss!
Even though the bridle muffles her speech, she exclaims enough to be heard.

The Baron nods then and whispers....
-I'm going for a stroll.

Vixen enters the barn not from the work enterance, but from the main door. Walks past the small yet elegant kitchen and the sleeping quarters then opens the connecting door, entering the barn.
Taking silent steps and knocking the melting flakes from off of her overcoat as she walked past the stalls, she notices one of the doors open.

The Baron stands petting Mon Senior. Turns and notices Vixen.

-Hello, my pet. What brings you up here?

-Don't know, my Dom. Sheer bordom I guess. I took a nap and noticed Zenna had not yet returned from her duties here.

-She is......Quite busy at the moment. Had you been introduced to any of the steed I keep here on the Estate.

-No, I must say I don't make it up here to the stables very much, Dom Baron.

-Here, beloved. Pet him. There is no need to be shy.

She places her long mocha hand onto the steeds stiff jowel. The prickley short hair of the beast was a new feel to her. A long time activist against fur and yet forced to wear it being a runway model. Vixen was more over a nudist than a dress up type being in the public eye and focoused all her professional life. Her own preferances was for letting it all hang out bono natural. A very tall woman indeed, and yet the year old steed stood almost to her own height.

-He is quite large for only being a pony. she says.

-Oh, he will grow to stand overhead, being a thoroughbread. He is the prize that I wanted to show the Duke when the Duke and Duchess arrive. If all goes hand in hand in a year's pass he may be on the track of Triple Crowns in America. The Duke you see, is a known breeder and trainer, a personal colleague, and a friend of years long passed. Breeding may not be my way of living, yet it is a passion of mine. And a good money making side busuness from time to time. I breed and train the horses to be show. The Duke trains the horses to Run for prize. Zenna, I hope would take on and understudy underneath myself. Another agreement She and I had already discussed. She had proven herself as a Farmhand, graduated to personal groomer then, after completeing her studies, a Vetrinarian. Her final step is be coming a liscenced breeder. Mabye after all processes are complete I might make her partners with myself. A step closer to another wife some may say. And between you and I, I feel some times the Baroness is quite enough.

Vixen laughs long and loudly. Then bows her head and shakes it a little.

-Quite a character, from time to time, my wife, isn't she.

-I feel the Baroness acts in such manner because there is purpose to each one of actions. My Dom. The same as yourself.

-Words spoken are true, Vixen. Yet believe me whence I say she does opress for good reasons. The instillation of regimental behaviorisms could not be complete in any other such manner. There are some that take the Way a little too extreme or bend the rules for only their own pleasure. Trust you when I tell there is complete trust from myself in the Baroness. She, undoubtably, is of upmost profession and could be trusted, as a friend, real professional and as a House Domma.

-My Baron, Do you feel Zenna may share the same qualities as an equal to the Baroness some day?

-After resussitating you with no heartbeat, Vixen, She has much to learn. Zenna I feel being my choice as house pet, had let me down a bit. She gets zealous and carries things a little far at times at her own excitement or bitterness. I feel this is something that is instilled within her and is deeply rooted within her past. She being a roughian and closely used to dealing with beasts and animals with large thresholds of pain at times forgets that Humans on the other hand are frail, no matter how strongly conditioned. Their physiacl breakpoint arises before their mental. Where as in animals it is the other way around. A race would run itself to death if it is trained to. A human would tell itself that it could no longer run. The beast being broken mentally would not stop. The human would stop becouse they are stronger mentally, and know their limits. Zenna, herself needs time to recognize this very important lesson. And there was a reason I had told you that. If and when you graduate as a real Dominatrix. Always remember the thresholds of others and take it in stride and consideration.

-Yes, my Dom.

-vixen, that night, when we had almost lost you, I thought I would be ruined. I thought I were to loose a student and a house pet, a friend and a lover forever. Something that had never once crossed my mind. Something that all caring Doms Consider. Passion of the heart must be within you whence you are at play. Never let happen to another what had happened to you. Trust me you, I will properly train you if and when you would like and the time is right. The ability to heal is just as important as the ability to instill control.

-Let me see the bruises upon your skin, . I had examined them, yet I want to make sure they are healing properly.

She lifts her neck as he examines her.

- I think you will be just fine, . Time heals all wounds, these will fade. Although I am more concerned with wether you are or are not mentally shaken or at doubt with us, Zenna, Myself or the Baroness at all. Take your time to answer.

Vixen takes a moment to reflect. Stares some at the floor and at Mon Senior. Petting him while thinking her brush with death over. The Baron, still checking the ring of broken blood vessels upon her neck. Feeling his hands run through her hair a little at the base of her skull. Her body shivers some with excitement from his gentle touch as he looks her over.

-No, my Dom. I have no doubts. I still have trust, completely and entirely. And to tell you the truth, I had one hell of an orgasm.

She says with a smile.

-To be quite honest, Vixen it scared the hell out of me. I'm glad you are still here with us.

The Dom steps back after examining his house pet and she unbottons her overcoat slowly and drops it slowly passed her shoulders showing the square and georgeous upper frame of her shoulders and bare chest, and then opening it to expose the total of her naked body. Her skin contracts, breast's nipples standing on end from the coolness of the barn as she drops her winter's coat, holding it in one arm. The Dom steps forward and gives her a kiss, first on the cheek then gently on the lips. His pale skin and her deep mocha skin dancing toghther in perfect unison for a perfect moment, together. He raises a hand to carefully pinch a nipple on one of her perfect model's A-cup breasts.

-Come with me, Vixen there's something I would like for you to see.

Vixen pets Mon Senior a final time and they both leave the stall.

-By the way my Dom, may I be so bold as to ask what your profession is?

-Vixen, I am a Surgen. amd a damn good one if I say so myself.

Making their way to the equestrian examining room they could hear whips cracking and pleasurable screams and moans getting louder and louder with each pace they make together as they both get closer.
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-The ROYALS- Part 6 and 7- the house pets share more of their pasts
Posted:Mar 13, 2011 2:11 pm
Last Updated:Sep 25, 2020 6:15 am
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Morning, Vix and Zenna are together in Zenna's room. Both girls without clothing. Vixen lays back on the daybed, her long and curved legs on either side of the bed, proudly displaying her carefully shaven landing strip of pubic hair and tight labia that subtly peek from the bony frame of her model's body. She plays with a couple of legnths of rope and practicing her knot tying skills while Zenna carefully watches and makes sure she ties them correctly.

Zenna, with one knee on a chair turned backward stands closeby. The scratches on her shapely and muscular rearside still swollen and red from her punishment, keep her from sitting. The sting from the thorned rose stems sitting in finally. Her square framed shoulders and her posture absolutely straight. Her breasts standing on edge. Supple nipples, at attention. Partially from her body's reaction to the constant tingle on her backside, Partially from gazing at Vixen's body. Truly herself, She didn't know from which one more....The attraction or the slight pain.

The crimson lines that she bears for the time being, as the Baron has told her, will be the legnth that she shall serve her house sister as an underling. Although she out ranks her house sister, she is to help Vixen hone her skills to an art, as it was sternly stated to her after dinner the evening before. In his own words

-Until your earned wounds turn pink, and scar over.

She watches Vixen and without her knowing has her hand gently strokes her own soft spots. Keeping her slightly warmer than she would have been during this snowy morning.

-Remember love, two hoops with the ends pulled through. The ends of the ropes strung into the opposite other. Take the center fold it around. Pull the knot through the hoop. Then the knot goes under the slack. Pull it tight. Two perfect hoops to keep your lover tied all night.

-Easy for you to say, Cowgirl. You're the one who takes care of the horses on the Estate.

Then, Vixen humming the poem to herself. Closes the knot with perfect circles on either ends and places the rope on her tightly formed belly. Both her bare breasts, lower c cups, poking out from either hoop.

-You're damn right, Love. Been playing with rope since before I studied to become a vetrinarian. That's how I met the Baron. At an exhihition. She removes her eyes from Vixen and stares out her window that overlooks the pasture, smiling. Her hand's fingers slowly creep inside her moist and hot pleasure spot, seperating her self as she thinks of the Baron and her on that particular date. First one, then two of her fingers ease gently inside herself. Rocking back and fourth. all the way in. Her eyes flow back to receive Vixen's attention and to keep her attention to her story.

We got to talking and we just hit it off. We kind of clicked toghther, and before the end of the day I was tied and dangling from a bamboo pole by my hands and feet. Taking paddles and whips from others there while he was announcing...

-Free licks! Free licks! ...in his booming voice!
Her fingers plunging deep inside herself then retracting, but not exiting. Her hips follow suit in order to make the feeling more intense.

- It was quite satirical, really love. I had the time of my life that day. I really think every one there got a few swings in. There were people gathered round for more than an hour. She leans to show Vix what she is doing from behind the back of the chair, and smiles. She smiles back and her own hand reaches for the same place as Zenna's on her own self. Personally, I think he got off on how I was yelping, 'Yess! yess! give me more! love my ass! spank me! I love it!' He was so impressed that I played along so good that after a few meetings he invited me here to stay and finish my schooling.

-Does that account for your slight hobble, Zen?

-Matter of fact it does. She blinks, shakes her head and continues with her story. Jostleing her hand some to invigorate herself and erase the thought she did not want to go into so much. She shutters some getting closer to a orgasmic peak.

I really didn't know he owned any horses until after the fact. She pauses as stars explode within her body as an orgasm sears through. I stopped riding horses after I was thrown in competition and broke my hip. Before I hung it all up, I got myself into school to keep myself near the animals. Worked as a farm hand and got my vets liscence while working here. Stayed on as the Royals' love submissive. I really do love them. The horses too. They both, The Baron and the Baroness, were like benefactors, Family that really cared, and great teachers to me. I think I am one of the luckiest of persons to meet them and be included in their lives. She closes, and tastes herself from both her fingers.

- Bring some of that over here for me. On your hands and knees. Crawl to me you little love slut.

Zenna does so. And Vixen tastes her house sister's velvety juice from her fingers as she closes herself. Thrusting harder and a bit more violently than Zenna had. Making herself come and bites her fingers as she sucks them clean. Vixen pulls her fingers from inside her self and offers them to Zenna for a taste herself.

-Lick my fingers my little mutt, lick them tell me how you like the taste of me.....

Zenna does so.....
-Better than any of the sauces we had dined from on the Baronesse's body last night, my sweet.
And puckers her lips a tad. Speaking of the horses, I need to throw on an overcoat and feed them before it gets into the afternoon.

Vixen sighs.....
-Very well, bitch, get on and complete your duties for the day, then report back here. There isn't much on my itinerary. I'll wait right here for you in your room, playing with my ropes and knots. But before you go, stick your tongue deep inside me and make me clean.

Zenna squints her eyes at her. Swings a leg over her head and burys her face in her lap. Backing herself up for a mutual. Swings her leg over again and kisses her. Without a word, enters the walk in closet and places on her heavy woolen lined leather coat and her wollen lined snow boots.
-When I get back, tell me a bit of your modeling career and how you had met the Baroness.

-Sure thing. I'm taking a nap until you return, bitch.
She throws the rope onto her bed, and turns over, one hand between her legs. Exposing her rear, perfect in every way. The kind that you could peer the vagina from without any bending or leg spreading. A model's body indeed.

-By the way, bitch, do you think the scratches on your ass or the bruises on my neck will heal first, Zenna?

-Touche, love. Although I think the purple of the bruises go well with the dark chocoalate mocha tone of your soft and elegant skin, Vixen....

-Zenna, I am still a runway and photography model. Bruises might be hidden a little easier on the skin of a black woman, but the camera never lies. If I were scheduled for a photo shoot, I would not be able to go for it, and I would be out of some good work and pay. By the way if the broken blood vessel in my eye doesn't heal before my next photo shoot, your paying for the laser surgery fix at the optomitrist.

-Very well, my narcissistic friend. Zenna replies back. Want me to bring some tea and crumpets back?

-Yes, that would be nice. I still think the punishment The Baron gave you fell on the side closer to pleasure rather than pain. Oh and, bitch. Wash your hands before, please.

-There won't be much delay, it's frosty outdoors today. Jam also?

-Sure.

-Vixen, keep in mind that I will have scars to remind me of almost killing you for the rest of my life. Don't think I wasn't shaken. I messed up horribly. And I will keep them.

Zenna, exits the room and dims the light on the way out. Candles that illuminate the room cause shadows that dance on the walls as Vixen gently drifts into a slumber.

Zenna takes one of the golf carts that are parked right outside of the kitchen and drives up the cobblestone pathway slowly to the large enclosed barn. The structure was made from stone from the foundation and built six feet high. From the stones jutted large wood posts and finished with wood that raised to the pitched barn ceiling. The barn enclosed and warm inside was a luxury compared to some of the other estates in the area. She slid open the barn door, drives inside and then closed the door to protect the Horses from exposure. She drove to the feed room and loaded the cart with hay and then prepared the feed for each of the animals. She took each of the horses their share of the feed and spread fresh hay out for them to eat. Returning to the feed room once more and loaded up the cart with hay to be placed out for the phillies and mayors when she planned to let them out the following day. She slid the barn doors open and drove the cart out to the pasture along side the pasture.

Vixen wakes from her slumber. Noticing that nearly fourty minutes had passed. Almost the amount of time that it took to feed the Baron's steed. She sat up upon the daybed and stretched her upper frame and twisted from side to side. Stood up, placed her hands on the daybed and stretched her lower half with a cat like motion and arched her back. Then bent herself in half, touching the floor and holding her position by grasping her ankles with her legs placed together. Feeling the soothing comfort of the stretch, she made motions with her upper legs to slightly massage her vagina. Then walked around the king sized bed. Holding one of the bed posts, she looked out through the large full sized double glass window pane at the snow covered pasture.

She peered past the tall rows of oak trees and saw Zenna placing what seemed to be the last of the bails of hay out for the horses. She pulls the sheers closed and exits the room. Grabbing her freshly tied double leg loop from off of the matress and Zenna's cowgirl hat from the coat rack near the door as she exited.

Zenna mean while after completing her chores makes her way through the large barn and proceeds to shut the doors to the feed room and the hay storage. She drives her cart past all of the stables inside the barn assuring that each one of them are secure. Stopping to feed her favorite, Mon Senior, a carrot and a stick of celery. Fondly she remembers helping Mon Senior during birth. She had taken extra special care of him since then. Her first fawn she had helped in birth. She pats him on his large jowell and kisses him on the nose.

-Good night, my prince. she says to him.

Sharply, in the back ground Zenna hears the crack of a whip and decides to investigate. She walks around the corner to the large extra room of the barn used for examinations, cleansing the horses and breeding at times when the Barron is asked to produce purebreads. The sliding door, usually shut to keep the room clean and sterile is cracked enough a human to enter.

There she sees the Baron and the Baroness. There, in the grooming stall the Baroness stands, leather straps around her wrists and ankles. She is tightly bound with her apendages spread apart in a midevil X formation. The Baron stands behind her holding one of the bull whips from the barn. The Baroness with her back turned. Hair in a pony tail draped around her shoulder. The Baron pulls back with the whip and gives her a lash. Exquisedly executed, it is neither horribly hard, nor is it weak to not make a snapping sound at contact.

Baroness whinnies like a fawn, shaking her head from side to side. Revealing a human bridle in her mouth to prevent her from speaking or biting her toungue as the leather, quick as lightning, caresses her skin. She sticks her rear out and shakes it and waits for another lash from her lover.

Then the Baron notices they are not alone. Silently he motions for Zenna to join his side. He gives his wife another lash on her lower haunches, then turns back to Zenna. Motioning to keep perfectly quiet as he places the relic in his hand into hers. He bends to her ear and whispers to her.

- I trust you could give a few lashes to your Dominatrix. She seems to have placed you in many loosing situations of humiliation before. How about a little personal restitutional satisfaction? I know you are experienced enough with a driving whip. Let me see you perform.

She takes her stance at center. Pulls the leather rope back and matching the same force as her Dom watches at her side. Makes her mark on the Baronnesses other bottock cheek.

-You have fine execution style, my Midwife Zenna. I even like the way you had placed your first strike on the opposite as mine. Making sure she felt your wrath upon her skin.

Baronesse's back turned not knowing the the whip had exchenged hands, she screams out for more.
- Want! Want! Please! Oh!! Yessss!
Even though the bridle muffles her speech, she exclaims enough to be heard.

The Baron nods then and whispers....
-I'm going for a stroll.

Vixen enters the barn not from the work enterance, but from the main door. Walks past the small yet elegant kitchen and the sleeping quarters then opens the connecting door, entering the barn.
Taking silent steps and knocking the melting flakes from off of her overcoat as she walked past the stalls, she notices one of the doors open.

The Baron stands petting Mon Senior. Turns and notices Vixen.

-Hello, my pet. What brings you up here?

-Don't know, my Dom. Sheer bordom I guess. I took a nap and noticed Zenna had not yet returned from her duties here.

-She is......Quite busy at the moment. Had you been introduced to any of the steed I keep here on the Estate.

-No, I must say I don't make it up here to the stables very much, Dom Baron.

-Here, beloved. Pet him. There is no need to be shy.

She places her long mocha hand onto the steeds stiff jowel. The prickley short hair of the beast was a new feel to her. A long time activist against fur and yet forced to wear it being a runway model. Vixen was more over a nudist than a dress up type being in the public eye and focoused all her professional life. Her own preferances was for letting it all hang out bono natural. A very tall woman indeed, and yet the year old steed stood almost to her own height.

-He is quite large for only being a pony. she says.

-Oh, he will grow to stand overhead, being a thoroughbread. He is the prize that I wanted to show the Duke when the Duke and Duchess arrive. If all goes hand in hand in a year's pass he may be on the track of Triple Crowns in America. The Duke you see, is a known breeder and trainer, a personal colleague, and a friend of years long passed. Breeding may not be my way of living, yet it is a passion of mine. And a good money making side busuness from time to time. I breed and train the horses to be show. The Duke trains the horses to Run for prize. Zenna, I hope would take on and understudy underneath myself. Another agreement She and I had already discussed. She had proven herself as a Farmhand, graduated to personal groomer then, after completeing her studies, a Vetrinarian. Her final step is be coming a liscenced breeder. Mabye after all processes are complete I might make her partners with myself. A step closer to another wife some may say. And between you and I, I feel some times the Baroness is quite enough.

Vixen laughs long and loudly. Then bows her head and shakes it a little.

-Quite a character, from time to time, my wife, isn't she.

-I feel the Baroness acts in such manner because there is purpose to each one of actions. My Dom. The same as yourself.

-Words spoken are true, Vixen. Yet believe me whence I say she does opress for good reasons. The instillation of regimental behaviorisms could not be complete in any other such manner. There are some that take the Way a little too extreme or bend the rules for only their own pleasure. Trust you when I tell there is complete trust from myself in the Baroness. She, undoubtably, is of upmost profession and could be trusted, as a friend, real professional and as a House Domma.

-My Baron, Do you feel Zenna may share the same qualities as an equal to the Baroness some day?

-After resussitating you with no heartbeat, Vixen, She has much to learn. Zenna I feel being my choice as house pet, had let me down a bit. She gets zealous and carries things a little far at times at her own excitement or bitterness. I feel this is something that is instilled within her and is deeply rooted within her past. She being a roughian and closely used to dealing with beasts and animals with large thresholds of pain at times forgets that Humans on the other hand are frail, no matter how strongly conditioned. Their physiacl breakpoint arises before their mental. Where as in animals it is the other way around. A race would run itself to death if it is trained to. A human would tell itself that it could no longer run. The beast being broken mentally would not stop. The human would stop becouse they are stronger mentally, and know their limits. Zenna, herself needs time to recognize this very important lesson. And there was a reason I had told you that. If and when you graduate as a real Dominatrix. Always remember the thresholds of others and take it in stride and consideration.

-Yes, my Dom.

-vixen, that night, when we had almost lost you, I thought I would be ruined. I thought I were to loose a student and a house pet, a friend and a lover forever. Something that had never once crossed my mind. Something that all caring Doms Consider. Passion of the heart must be within you whence you are at play. Never let happen to another what had happened to you. Trust me you, I will properly train you if and when you would like and the time is right. The ability to heal is just as important as the ability to instill control.

-Let me see the bruises upon your skin, . I had examined them, yet I want to make sure they are healing properly.

She lifts her neck as he examines her.

- I think you will be just fine, . Time heals all wounds, these will fade. Although I am more concerned with wether you are or are not mentally shaken or at doubt with us, Zenna, Myself or the Baroness at all. Take your time to answer.

Vixen takes a moment to reflect. Stares some at the floor and at Mon Senior. Petting him while thinking her brush with death over. The Baron, still checking the ring of broken blood vessels upon her neck. Feeling his hands run through her hair a little at the base of her skull. Her body shivers some with excitement from his gentle touch as he looks her over.

-No, my Dom. I have no doubts. I still have trust, completely and entirely. And to tell you the truth, I had one hell of an orgasm.

She says with a smile.

-To be quite honest, Vixen it scared the hell out of me. I'm glad you are still here with us.

The Dom steps back after examining his house pet and she unbottons her overcoat slowly and drops it slowly passed her shoulders showing the square and georgeous upper frame of her shoulders and bare chest, and then opening it to expose the total of her naked body. Her skin contracts, breast's nipples standing on end from the coolness of the barn as she drops her winter's coat, holding it in one arm. The Dom steps forward and gives her a kiss, first on the cheek then gently on the lips. His pale skin and her deep mocha skin dancing toghther in perfect unison for a perfect moment, together. He raises a hand to carefully pinch a nipple on one of her perfect model's A-cup breasts.

-Come with me, Vixen there's something I would like for you to see.

Vixen pets Mon Senior a final time and they both leave the stall.

-By the way my Dom, may I be so bold as to ask what your profession is?

-Vixen, I am a Surgen. amd a damn good one if I say so myself.

Making their way to the equestrian examining room they could hear whips cracking and pleasurable screams and moans getting louder and louder with each pace they make together as they both get closer.

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-The ROYALS-
Part 7- Lovely Lashes and the Baron's plans

The Baron and Vixen walked into the 's examining room and stood behind Zenna while she stood there whipping at the back of the Baroness. Many whips on the hind quarters had landed and made thier true painfull marks. Yet, the Baroness not yet giving a hand signal nor sharing her head to say stop. Just taking each and every whip lash with stride and loving every minute of it.

-See how tempered The Baroness is to the sting of the whip? How she is at her foremost pleasure point and lets herself go? How she has taken the whip so much that she experiences it as a form of pleasure? Truly a mastress of our way of life. Truly an expert Dominatrix. Not only able to give the pain, but attaining the ability to take it also. These are traits that all house pets in training must achieve, Vixen. Mabye only one example of the tempered soul on the outside and in. Yet an example that proves her Mastery.

The whip. The Sting of the leather upon the soft dermis of a human. With someone at the hilt of the whip whom could control the strike. A test of stregnth. There are even some highly trained soldiers who cannot take the pain. A seperation between the lifestyle and the as I call it 'The Wheel'. The wheel teaches reactionism when someone mentions certain words or says certain sentences. The whip teaches the real way to control the wheel. The lifestyle we practice is far beyond being a puppet trained by television, radio, religion and culture. Better than selling out for a weekly episode of your favorite programming. More respected than what I call 'This in That'.

Those are nothing but examples of Cheese-Headed population control that most of the world's population has bayed and bowed to. Take away their cable television and there would be chaos in the streets. Every day would be a Los Angeles street riot. Like living your life a hot on a heating conveyer belt.

Do you understand, Vixen? Do you understand why we here at the Estate do not watch television? Becouse it is a way to keep yourself a zombie for the grinding. I hope you understand my point of veiw, my Pet. I know The Baronness herself had invited you here. And I had agreed. But to inform you of how I see the world after much more life experience in many other places than you had visited. I hope you see things from my standing. I don't want to spoil you with my view, Or press my way and force you into how I see the world. I only want you to understand myself better. I know I must be a figure of many unanswered questions to you. And I hope I told you some things that answer why I am certain ways that I am. I feel that honing your own capeabilities are better than being force fed the approved fool's gold off of a table of idiots from a regulated commission. A weekend Anti-Government Warior I am not. A man that knows that particular things are a waste of any human's skill level? I am.

-Yes, Baron. I completely understand. I felt a little dismayed when I had first arrived. Out of my element. Says Vixen. Because there were no amenities. And yet I had come further, Faster becouse there are no distractions. No gang member's sociological problems. I feel that there is more opportunity to learn. And there is better communication between the person's that live here.

The whip snaps loudly and The Baroness shakes her rear with pleasure.

The Baron turns to Vixen.
-Stay right there.

He walks silently behind his wife and then turns to face her.
-Had enough, my Love puppet? loosening the mouth bit in her jaw and removing it from off her head.

-Oh, my God, Baron those were some of the best strikes from the whip I had taken in a long while.

Suddenly, another whip crack and a stinging upon her bottom occours. The Baroness' eyes turn wide and her mouth drops. Laughs from Zenna and Vixen from behind. Both appear from behind her. Zenna holding the whip. Both Laughing uncontrollably. And then giving The Baroness Kisses to her cheeks.

The Baron smiles wide.
-Happy Aniversary, Love.

-Well, Dear Lord. Zenna, I guess you had really graduated to expert in the whip category, my Pet. I aprove!

-Well, It's about time I get an aproval for something.
She answers.

-Do you want a turn at it, Zenna?

-No thanks my Domma, My wounds from the thorns of the rose's stem haven't quite healed.

-well, I don't reccomend Vixen taking a turn. I don't want my premiere model marked untill her neck bruises heal.

The Baron interjects as he is loosening the Leather straps that bind his wife to the ceiling.
Zenna does the same to the Baronesses legs and she shakes her feet.
-Let us all get dressed an return to the Mansion. I feel our extracaricular activities are through. Girls, The Baroness and I are attending the theatre tonight for our own aniversary. Feel free to run amuck, or whatever it is you two do. Just stay out from my study and my quarters. oh, and Zenna. Nothing around the necks while we are gone, Agreed? Sweet?

-Understood, my Dom Baron.
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-ROYALS- Part 8- Frolickings of the girls while their superlatives are away
Posted:Mar 13, 2011 2:08 pm
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The Baron and Baroness make their way from the Estate for the evening and for the first time in a long while, and the girls are left to themselves to do what they please. It was known and agreed that any person within the estate was permitted to be with another. Yet this was a rule that both of the girls, as house pets and understudies of the Dom and Dominatrix must tiptoe on eggshells with. Neither of them had made any approaches toward the other members of the house for the fact that they must be given permission. There was a certain interest of Vixen's that she wanted to fullfill some lust of within herself. A Souix Chef, Studying under the Chef of the house that she could not keep her eyes off. She had imagined her Mocha skin and his pale muscle bound body clashing in pure sweet extacy with one another for some months. She dared not make an advance for him becouse she not want to overstep any boundaries to her Dominatrix owner. Yet, she had no doubt that the Baroness had seen her watching him like a kitten waiting to pounce a catnip toy.

The Baroness spotted her eyes lingering at him each time they all were served on the dining hall's table. Vixen had thought of just grabbing him and throwing him onto the table and having a little feast of her own more times than quite a few. Held her restraints though. Mabye it was the few weeks she spent in the house with a ball in her mouth. Or it may had been the few weeks she spent with elastic wraps round her feet and leather bounds around her wrists. She knew to keep her stance after her first few months with the Baroness. They had worked like perfect clockwork while on the runway. But the perdona she had reflected when not being dressed like a doll for others to snap pictures at was not one of a true subbie that was anywhere near obedient. She was quickly taught the difference.

Vixen and Zenna had spoken with each other about her experience and it was revealed that Zenna had spent almost six months with a ball in her mouth becouse of her uncanny ability to pop her mouth off and continue on and on like a little attack chiuahuah. "Unsufferable yap-dog" was one of the comments that had embedded itself within her bones. Zenna was the Baron's housepet. Not the Baroness'. From what was very easily said to her face to face by the Baroness was-

-Zenna, you have the ability to be whipped, chained, suspended, tortured and mistreated. Yet you do not have the ability to SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU BABBLING CURBDOG! If you are ever to be recognized in the lifestyle you need to know when to keep that trap of yours shut and closed. And that is at most times unless spoken unto and asked for a response. Those of us whom had endured our time and had surpassedour pains and paid our dues do not need to hear your repettitive pobre Speech! Nor are any of us impressed with feeling your thoughts. You conduct yourself like a wild animal. Provoke horrible results and are a general disturbance for others lives with your conduct and childish behavior.

Of course the Baroness had been saying these things to her very early during her stay. And not to mention with two inches of wooden paddle in her hand. The Baron liked Zenna becouse she was ruff and gruff a volunteer when it came to proving her stance of tolerance. She was full blown dark chocoalate in her liking. She wasn't one of those sneak attackers and one whom played look what I did. She was you got the balls? Then let's do it! She wasn't a straw that broke the camels back type of girl. She had been in rumbles. And liked wild sex. she liked full blown attention and was a perverted exhibitionist. You wouldn't think of it when you seen her, but when given the chance she liked to take charge and play bad little girl as often as she could. She was not as smooth as she should have been and was not one to follow orders from any. She conducted herself like a crazy, wild woman and was that way at a constant. Untill the Baron and the Baroness had broke her spirits and trained her tolerance for pain with proper lady-like ediquitte. She was not a person able to be presented to a lord or some one whom was well respected. It took a long time for her to learn proper etiquitte. Whereas Vixen had ettiquite to the hilt and yet could not take pain or torture. Zenna had always kept it in the back of her mind to ropetie Vixen down and give her piercings in the most softest of spots. Slowly and gently. Letting the piercing needle penetrate the tips of the bundles of pleasure sensors just under the skin and drawing the long shaft through her skin as the small explosions of tingling feelings make her nipples hard and her vagina moist, then very wet and then soaking as the piercing needle was set in place and pulled back and forth. Then again Zenna had always been a little extreme when it came to Massochism, She liked bringing the pain becouse could take it.

The way the Baroness had treated her whence she first arrived stuck deep in her mind. Zenna was highly offended at fist although she had learned soon to respect the Baron's wife. Since that day with the Baroness there had been a small little wit spat between them both. The Baroness knew whom was in control. Zenna yielded after spending time in the vacum pack bag and set in the center of the house for all to see for a couple of days. Her most extreme of treatment. A clear see throgh bag her stewing for days in her own filth. Not being able to move an inch. The Baroness sitting next to her eating an apple or something and explaining how good and luscious it was. How juicy the meat of the friut was as it made her mouth water and the flavor hade her tongue dance with delight. All the while she was fed soup broth, cold, by the chef of the house. through her breathing straw. Not a movement of her muscles for seventy two hours straight. Soiled, spoken to like a little girl. Her most challenging of tests of torture. She made it through though, and once in a while.at her own request, she spent a few hours in the bag. Just in spite at the Baron and Baroness. To prove to her Dom and her Domma, her allegence and that she was strong enough for them both.

Zenna and lady Vixen were again in Zenna's room where they had been before Zenna left to finish her daily chores. Both the girls, naked and warm from being outside were applicating lotions upon them selves and chatting to pass the time. The scent of roses and lilac had filled the room. Vixen rises from the day bed and lights the candles nearby the vanity mirror. The scent of vanilla started to fill the room and mixed with the scent of the lotions on their skin, she felt much more in her own place. There was something about the scent of vanilla and roses that made her crave sex. When she was a she would go wild with fastasies when she smelled the two together. Zenna's shoulders slowly being carressed by Vixen, now as she rubbed in some lotion. The lights in the room off and yet the candles were enough for any person to see.

-Zenna, She says we could do anything tonight right?

-Yes, sweet Vixen.

-Would you help me realize a fantasy I had been thinking of for quite some time.

-Anythinng dear. Her British accent was soft and relaxed. Not like her normally, and there was some thing about it that Vixen liked. She spoke softly. In an understanding way.

-Help me seduce the Soix Chef tonight. He had been running throughout my mind for months. I can't keep my dirty little mind from referenceing to him. He is what I feel I want for my self.

-To be a companion? or to completely shag rotten?

-Zenn! No, He is what I think would be a great mix for me. He seems subtle, caring and he sure as hell has enough man hood for me.

-That's for sure. Seen him naked have you?

-No, I mean he seems a perfect man.

-Only one way to find out Vix, jump his bones! How about it, here's a plan. We both go over to the chef's and housemaids quarters knock on their doors and invite them to something childish. Drinking games where we get naked, or hide and seek. Or nude swimming or just walk right over with no clothing on and ask them if they want a have at it. Or ask them to prepare some turtle soup.

Zenna rolling her head and moaning as Vixen finishes her rub down.

-I suppose, let's go over there. The Baron and Baroness said anything we want. Stay out from the Study. What the better thing to do than to sit here all night. Than to get to know the two men of the kitchen better.

-I got a few things I could teach the Cook to get hot that's for sure. Marked Zenna.

Vix grabbs for the leather leash that hangs from Zenna's neck and tuggs it tightly downward. Pulling her to her knees while taking a seat on the edge of the vanity. Puts her leg up on the chair and then yanks her head forward. Burying Zenna's face into her shaven love spot. Zenna obeys. And Vixen gives her a sturdy smack to the cheek, reminding her that she is still her pet untill further notice.

-What better way to polish off a great day, Zenn. You had gotten your licks in on the Baroness, WITH the Baron's permission. Ohh, right there. The two of us managed to stay out of trouble. Your lashes are mostly healing quite nicely, I might add. The Baron trusts us both to make a night of our own. We may as well include the yummy men that we don't normally get to feast with. Put on your chaps with the split in the crotch and the velvet strapless halter. Gather some thin rope and let us tie an evening toghther. I'll bring my duffle bag with a paddle, crop, handcuffs, the usual.

Vixen drops Zenna's thick leather puppy leader attatched to the spiked and studded collar around Zenna's neck to the ground like a small that has lost interest in the playtoy in her hand.

-Meow! Mamasan.- Zenna Exclaimes.

Zenna then crawls on all fours to her dressing room and walk in closet. Vixen gives her a small kick to the rump as she turns. Rummaging about and making some noise preparing the night's sleepover bag. Being that the cook and the Souix Chef are up for the surprise party theladies would like to deliver for them. Being that the Baron and Baroness will be off on their special night together Vixen supposed they had somewhere between eight, mabye ten hours to rule the roost. Hoping there were no mishaps. Not that her small brush in the beginning of the week had not been enough of a warning. Vixen wasn't planning to push any limits. Only to seduce and get to know an interest for a love relationship. After all, she didn't know if he was at all interested in her. She though of them all mabye sitting around watching rugby. Or, if things went well spanking Zenna and burying her face in the carpet, while spreading a little sugar of her own with the Souix Chef and stealing him away for an explosive first time love session with him. She Knew Zenna was up for anything, the anxious nymphomaniac that she was. She could keep a circus tent full of people captivated for hours upon hours when she was feeling at her prime. There was nothing she liked more than a room full of voyers. She got off on it. Sexual performance was something that Zenna craved. It made her mouth drool, Her heart pound with excitement.

Vixen was developing these characteristics still. She always thought of the sacredness of personal relationships though. Her studies were always those of softcore, not like wild animals trying to kill each other. Vixen was never a head case and never would let her self become that way. She really didn't need other's personal approval. She got enough of that being plastered in magazines, billboards and catalogues. She knew that she was craved after. She wanted the exploration of never being a bore in the bedroom. Along with the knowledge of being able to initiate it. Any woman could play kissy-face and lay on her back for a span of seven to fifteen minutes and have sex with her lover. She wanted to never be the wife or girlfriend that becomes the second woman in a marriage. That, within her own mind was the reason she accepted the offer to live amongst these persons here at the estate. The development of a master lovemaker while she is in the bedroom.

The rustling inside the walk in closet stopped and out flew a brown duffle. Making a thud on the floor.

-Planning a bank heist, Zenna? My, Did I hear chains rattle.

-Well, not really. Vix. But it is better to be prepared for anything that the menu may call for. In a manner of speaking. Don't you think?

-Yes, but if all goes well and as I....

Vixen removes her hand from her breasts and from between her legs.

-as I fantisize. I may be disappearing with you know who for a little bit.

-Love, why do you think you heard chains rattle? I'm getting mine from the chef tonight whether he was planning on it or not. I think I will be feasting on the soup. While he will be sucking up the cream of some young woman.

Zenna Crawling on all fours, Returns to her feet.

-Okay, let's prepare ourselves.

-Prepare? I'm already prepared.

-That velvet shirt drapes perfectly on you. Lift it up a bit, Love. Hangs just low enough to cover the goods. The boys will be surprised. Crotchless chaps fit so good. God, I'm such a twig. Could never wear them.

-You should wear that silk, ultra thin, Indian print garment that splits up the sides. The one that looks like an evening dress. Then tie it up high. Ribs high. Show your abs, yet cover the sweet spots.

-The yellow one?

-That's the one I wish I could wear. We could use a broach here and here. [zenna motioning with her hands at the same heights on her front and back] Fold it inward to make it really thin under the breasts. Then an easy access tie right underneath the crotch with a silk strap. Simple, elegant, and whether he is left or right handed doesn't make a difference.

Vixen's eyes widen and flash.

-Perfect. Zenn! Be right back.

-Vixen.

She turns.

-No shoes tonight. Mimimum on the clothing. Let the way we are dressed send the right message and we won't be drinking and arguing about rugby scores and sports heroes all night.

-Bring the extended mix play of the trance music?

-Yeah..... What do you think, billiard room? Alcohol, tables, Billiards if needed, Tele,...

-Television? Yuck, we'll never get laid.

-No sound. Oh shit, what if they're sports freaks?

-AHHHHH! Totally sucks! Worse than homosexuals!

-If they watch the game more than the women and cease the conversation OR start talking in that advertisement loop, we kill the television, tie them up fuck their brains out and leave them there untill just before dinner tomorrow.

-Game room it is. Smoking allowed for you. God it would suck if they are mindless advertisement robot sport freaks. Let's hope they are a little bit intellectual.

-Congnac gallore and leather couches. MMMmmmmmmmm.

-AH!!! [Vixen Squeals] I'm gonna fuck his brains out! You're wearing the leash.

-Oh, no I'm not, Bitch.

-You're wearing the collar, and I'm bringing the leash.

Zenna rolls her eyes and quickly snaps the leash from her collar. Bats her eyes, puckers her lips and tilts her head to one side, as she drops the leash from her grip. Vixen crinkles her nose and licks her top lip with her tongue.

-Be right back, bitch. [She says in a soft, film noir-esque voice.]


Vixen comes back with the silk, floor legnth evening dress draped around her and Zenna immediately gets to work at attaching the broaches to reveal her firm, flat and muscular stomach. The pins making the dress under the dress very thin. Barely covering the V shape of Vixen's hips and vaginal area. Affixes the other broach on the backside of her gown as planned. Revealing the tops of her hipbones and most of her model's perfectly sculpted rear.

-like an exquised, perfectly toasted cinnamon muffin, Vixes, No need for butter.

Vixen Squeezes her ass to show off

-Want some sugar? Mama?

-Want,Mama! Definately! Want! I thought of the dress because the silk wraps the neck and hides any unpleasantries you might feel self concious about, Vixen. Good choie?

-I thought of the crotchless chaps for you for the same reason. Just remove the long velvet shirt for easy acess and the reveal of your perfect 38 C cups that need no bra, Shweetumms!

-Let's get it on! The Baroness and the Baron drove off while you were off dressing.

-Really, then?

-I'm the one with the front window.

-Let's go get the chef with the sauceier tied up and ride them like a couple of cowgirls!

The girls were immediately off and up the hall, down the foyer grand staircase and headed towars the kitchen. Beyond the kitchen lied the cook's and house maids quarters. Zenna had hoped not to disturb or cause any knowing of the housemaids. Not untill they had the men in agreeance to be their fuck toys for the evening. Mabye, if they were in luck they could strike an agreeance real fast. The girls both knock upon the door of the souix chef and await his answering with anxiousness. In a moment, the door creeks open and there before them is the Head Chef.

-Yes, ladies? Insaciable appetite this evening? Something the two of you need prepared? What may I be of assistance with you for this visit, my ladies?

Says Zenna rather quickly
-Oh, We were looking for the Souix Chef's room. But we are happy to have found yours also.

She places the bag behind her back and spreads her legs informally.

-I'm Zenna. We had been introduced yet we had never spoken informally. It was of interest of mine tonight to invite you to join myself and Vixen, here for a little loose time spent in the game room. This here is Vixen.

-Hello, my lady Vixen...and Zenna was it?

-MMMMMmmmm HHHmmmmm.

-Well, ladies, if you are looking for the souix Chef's chamber he resides in the room only across the hall. The housemaids are the two doors down from mine. and the gardeners are the two doors consecutively down from his. Not hard to commit to memory.

He creaks his own door mostly open and gives them both a quick eyescan from toe to head.

-Informal indeed, he says. No footwear?

-We thought it might be a come as you are night, and skip some of the expected formalities. Answers Vixen. Weather it may be a silk dress or sweat pants, is not the reasoning of our visit. Interested? Umm? She holds her hand up as he takes it.

-Greg. Names Greg.

-Well Greg, may I compliment you on the finest cuisine I have had the pleasure to pass through my lips in my very own entire life. No lies.

Greg is taken aback by her words.
-Lady Vixen, it is few and far between when a chef recieves such praise. How could I ever turn down the invitation. Especially when suggested by such, may I say insatiable women? And may I add that it is an honor to finally touch the skin of the great model known as Vixen.

He takes her hand and kisses the top gently and softly. Then does the same for Zenna's own hand. His warm and moist lips caressing her skin sends pulses of slight excitement through her entire body.

-Greg, I wouldn't had dreamed you would be such the gentleman. May I compliment you on the becoming first introductions with great anxiousness leading to the night's events. what so ever they may be or become. With great stregnthenings of friendships for our future.

-Of course.

-Gregg? interrupts Vixen turning a quarter to the side and revealing the silk dresses design. The bare naked skin of her body almost glowing with life from the lotions applicated just before. You say the souix chef's chambers are just across the hall, yes?

Still with Zenna's hand in his.
-Yes. The Souix Chef's name is Antonio.

-OOOhhh! Exclaimes Vixen. I kind of like that!

With that said, Zenna feels the grip of his strenthen subtly. and then as he lowers her hand his fingers making an effort to interlace hers with his. As she allows.

Being that Vixen will invite Antonio to join us all toghther, Zenna, it was in my interest to....

His vioce trails off as Vixen turns to the door across the hall from the trio. The man behind it had been on her mind for weeks, months, almost the entire time she had spent while staying there. Making appearances in her deepest personal fantasies and generating sexuall prowess within her that she felt a need to fullfill so intensely that she could taste the sweat from his skin on her tougue at times. She wanted him and tonight she would realize her fantasies and dreams into realities. She was sure of it. She took a stance straight in front of his door. Standing at silight angle for the reveal of her body inside the dress to be obvious. She knocks and the door opens almost immediately.

-It's you! What a surprise.
His eyes meet hers and then trail to fullfill the realizationing of the beauty in frot of him. He blinks with excitement and his eyes, light brown meet again wiith her blue eyes. Then seek to realize that his co-worker has another unexpected guest. Immediately, his attention is no doubt pulled back to the live angel in front of him.

-What was the subject that had brought you women all the way to this side of the Mansion?

-Well, Antonio. It is Antonio isn't it?

-Yes.

-Well, Antonio, I'm Vixen.
She slowly juts her hand up to greet him formally.
-And I wanted to ask if you were interested in joining myself, Greg and Zenna right now for an evening of drinks introductions, conversations and more. And furthermore, since our invitation had been accepted by Greg, Your attendance would be foreverly appreciated with benefits beyond your wildest dreams, Antonio. Take that as a personal guarantee from myself.

Antonio meets his own hand with hers.
-With such an impressive personal invitation, Vixen. and given the star studded list of guests, I wouldn't turn down the invitation if it was only myself that had been asked to attend anything that the beautiful Vixen was hosting. Lead the way.

He takes her hand and kisses it. then noticing that she was not at all making an effort to pull it back, He gives her another embrace upon her wrist and then another aboue that and yet another and another.

-Dearest Vixen, just tell me when to stop. I would be of the highest honor to serve you in any way you see fit. It has been an honor preparing your meals all this time. Consider me...at you disposal.

-Right here, right now. Antonio. May I let you know that this had been the introduction between us both that I had been waiting for for so very long. And to finally get you close enough to me is something that I had wanted to happen and now My dreams had been answered. I....I don't know what further to say.

-Say no more Vixen. Only request and I shall fullfill your every word. Me, Antonio, Shall never let you down, Vixen. I shall never stop making you happy nor shall ever I stop the search to make you appreciate our new friendship more and more with each day, with every passing hour, when your needs are at hand I shall take the time to make every second between you and I a gourmet delicassy.

Antinio steps from his room into the hallway where the ladies had been standing. Zenna then turns. Revealing that she and Greg had also not let their hands unmeet. Both Greg and Zenna smiling wide and with mezmerising auras pulsation from them both.

Says Antinio.
-Shall we make it a foursome this evening? The both of you seem to be hitting it off quite well, and far be it from me to make any interruptions...

There is a pause within the air that that suggests the four of them may not make their way to the game room. At least not this evening.

-Well then, Vixen...
He turns to the starlet and with no doubt in his mind or words says through a undoubtedly honest smile.
-May I invite your company in my chambers for a drink and conversations.

-Yes.

-Greg, Zenna. My door will be open to assure you of no foul play. Just remember to knock first, then let yourselves in. Give us at least that much respect and notice.

The two men look at each other, then turn to the women in their company. Vixen walks without turning into Antonio's room, as Zenna tilts her head to the side while facing Greg. He steps to the side and permits her in. The Chef and his partners doors shut at the very same time. And the Game room remains silent and cold for the remainder of the night. Yet, muffled screams of pleasure and sexual innuendo echo through the doors and fill the air on the other sides untill early in the morning.
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-ROYALS- Part 9 -Passion and desire in unison
Posted:Mar 13, 2011 2:00 pm
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Zenna steps passed Gary and makes her way toward the foot of the poster bed the Cook had inside his room. At the same time Vixen enters Antonio'S room and walks toward the window where the silk draperies set open for outward viewing. Zenna pulls one corner of the bed spread and pulls the covers down whilst in syncronicity Vixen pulls the shades shut. Both girls turn to face their evening hosts at the same time. Both, although in seperate rooms, make a request for the door not to be locked behind.

Antonio and Gary although not within each others own living spaces offer the girls drinks from their personal bars. Both giirls smile and accept. Antonio pours a finely aged Burgandy for Vixen, and Greg prepares a very special old and pale scotch for Zenna. Their glasses are tilted back as both women finish their drinks with one gulp. Zenna steps forward and akes the hand of her host and guides them both toward the poster bed, giggling through a wide smile. Vixen places the short brandy glass on the table beside her and reveals her other hand to Antonio to show she had removed the binding silk ropes that holds the silk draperies open. All four in unison approach each other and kiss at the same time. Their lips meeing each others as the taste of fine brandy fills and heats their tongues.

Miss Vixen caresses Antonio's muscular arms and places his hands onto her gown. He follows the edges of her garment silky and smooth. Under her breast line, and downward with the flow of her garment. softly tickling her skin with care. Their mouths touch again, and they dance toghter slowly in a lover's kissing embrace

Zenna, Passionately and deeply kissning Greg with whirlwind like desire holds him extremely close to her. Wrapping her leg around his to take him closer to her own body. Pressing herself against him. and pulling Greg toward her as to make one person from the both of them. Greg with stregnth and assurance removes the Velvet shirt she dons, and holds her bare skin close to his own. Zenna's breasts taking form as she swealters with preparedness for thier loving embraces to lead to the next hot plateau. Zenna could feel her self warming in her crotchless Cowgirl chaps as the fine liquor took hold of her and the taste fueled the desire within her.

While Vixen and Antonio in the other room dance a finely tuned lambata without the dance steps togetheer, the attraction between the both of them rows and grows as they both couuld feel it fill the room. Vixen pulls from Antonio and turns to be caressed from behind. Tilting her head back and accepting a soft and sensual kiss from the man she had desired for so long to embrace her. Antonio takes the silk ropes from her hands and places it first around her wrist then threads it between her own fingers. Then wraps the rope around his own. Taking a moment to kiss Vixen once again and caress her front side with his other free hand.

Zenna, with Gregs hand closing in on the nether reigions of her crotchless pants splits her legs at a stance welcoming the caress of another man besides the Baron for the first time in a long while. Greg touching her smoothly at first, and then when noticing that she wanted him much more than he had expected, carefully pleasureing her to tease and prepare her but not to push her too far so that he does not not the chance to bring her to full pleasure and extacy with his own means. Zenna Loving all moments of the new hands embraces upon her body. How much she had wanted another person to pleasure her and to pleasure herself was a long time coming for her. She swealtered the possibilities of how she wanted to teach and share with another man.

Vixen breaks from Antonio's caress and leads him across the room. Their hands bound together. Upon the desk within a decorative vase she had noticed a large peakcok feather. She pulls it from within the vase and gives it to Antonio. she then bends herself over the small sofa in the center of the room and pulls aside her gown. Revealnig her pantiless body. Antonio, with his free hand uses the soft and long feather to tickle her skin. The feathers creating rippling effects against her anterior. Softly and slowly the swealter of sex and release of endorphins prepare the room as the thickness and escalations of his tickling teases make her moan and laugh. The feather slowly becoming the catlyst of passionate love by his hand.

Zenna takes Greg's hand and places his fingers onto her tonuge so the taste of her own delicasies may be enjoyed by her. Greg takes in a large breath and begins to unbotton his shirt. Zenna then begins kissing his chest following the center down towards his naval. She takes the hook from his pants and loosens them and lets them fall to the floor. Greg's manhood stands Plump and willing for her caress. Zenna touches her tongue upon him and encourages him to not be afraid to take full advantage of her. She then crawls on the floor to her sleepover bag and pulls her spanking paddle out. Upon her knees she holds it for him to grasp with both her hands. As he takes it into his posession she mounts his matress and clutches the comforters all at once. Assuming the position for him to give her love taps and stern spankings.

Vixen and Antonio in full embrace, using the feather as a means to tease and create soft loving waves between one and another, laugh as both of them discover Vixen's ticklish places. Antonio takes the other rope from her hand and bounds Vixen's hands behind her back for the time being. He then loosens his hand from hers and allows her to stand. As he she stands he slowly undress for her eyes to feast upon. Long had she wanted the preparer of her meals to prepare himself to feast upon her. She sweps her leg to the side and catches both the front and back of her gown with her binded hands. Makes a small and loose knot with both to keep them from becoming a distraction to him. He stops to take in the sight of one of the world's upcoming and famous models. The bright yellow color of her dress against her dark skin makes the details orf her body prominent. Proving the dramatic effect of mixing of colors creates sensual and sexual prowess for both women and men alike. There in his room, undressed. As he had thought to himself how much he had wanted to entertain her there. How much he had wanted her bare skin pressed upon his. Both of them making love slowly as the fantasy unfolded in real time for him tonight. He steps to the table and takes her glass fills it with another drink of brandy and gulps it himself. then slowly kisses her upon her stomach. Then upon her inner thigh and drags his tongue in an upward motion to her sweet and moist erogenous zone. His breath hot from the liquor, creates a slight sting as his mouth upon Vixen's spot, makes her to moan and grind her pelvic bone forward. He finally gets to taste some of her own sauces as she uses the peacock feather to pleasure and soothe his rippling back.

Zenna recieves her stern spankings wilinglfully and lets out shouts of pleasure with each soft and hard stroke Gary adminishes to her round and curvy behind. Much better and enjoyfull than the rose thorn whippings of earlier in the week. Behind them the door eases open and Antonio and Vixen invite themselves in. The both of them pour malt Scotches for themselves and take a voyeristic seat for themselves upon the velvet couch in the center of the room. Vixen taking a more than comfortable seat leaning back between Antonio's legs laying with him sidewards on the couch. Both of them gulping quickly upon their drinks and playfully tantillizing each other with their hands.

= She is quite becoming, is she not there Vixen? She seems to take all the love taps she recieves with such pleasure I wonder if she feels pain at all?

- Trust me she is almost made of bronze. She feels the pleasure of the paddle and the whip and embraces it. One of her many talents.

= I had seemed to notice that when she had been lain in the center of the mansion and vaccum sealed some months ago. I had only seen her twice, Yet she made no effort to ever complain. The maids made comments to how calm she had been the entire time.

- Oh really? When it was my turn to go through that phase of training I nearly los my wit. The maids were helpful to talk me down and keep me calm when the made their visits.

She sweeps her ahand with his inside and directs his to pet her gently on the inside of her thighs. He does so while giving wet slow kisses upon the base of her neck and gently nibbling upon her skin.

= a real tough one, eh? not like the Vixen of the Runway.... The gentle being that she is. envied by thousands and adored by millions.... As he gives her a small nibble on the ear lobe.

The crack of the paddle rings through the room. As Gregory administers stern justice to the rear side of Zenna.

- Hmmm... Don't stop. Your making me cream.... Greg is quite turned on. Look at him, I don't think he could get enough of his evening treat.

= Think about it, Vixen. It is not every day the cook and his souix chef get to serve the women of the house either that bringing their meals to the table for them. In fact I feel as if tonight I had been invited to a feast of sweet delight I thought I would never get the chance to embrace. To be honest with you dear Vixen there is no place I would rather be that right here at this moment. I swear in all my life I don't think that there had been a more rewarding event that I could measure.

- And by the size of you pressing against me I don't think there is any doubt of that. Not at all, Antonio.

She takes her fingers and dips them into the glass wetting them with her drink. then moistens him with her hand. Most of his manly shaft peeking from over her hand than the amount she could grab with one of her fists. She rubs backwards upon him and places him inside her from behind. Inside her tightest of places and gently rocks back and fourth. Feeling him stiffen and become most powerfully erect as she takes his complete legnth. Her back straight she rocks back and fourth and slowly uses her sculpted legs and performs small squats upward and downward. The power between them growing in unison.

= I think he may be soon ready to take his own mount with Zenna. If she will let him..

- Never you mind if she would deny him. She had wanted him the same as I wanted you Antonio. She has had him in her mind the same as I had dreamed of you and I in this embrace right now.

= Please, call me Anton. There is nothing between us that I could be more proud of than to accept your embraces and beauty, Vixen.

She rides him up and down inside her tight anal passage, slowly and gently never being distracted by the ongoing conversation and the insaciable vouyerism of the moment. The ripples of pleasure from him conquering her and placing her in sheer ecstacy. Anton uses the feather upon her back and ticklish waves of delight create explosions of delight both powerful and gentle on her upper half and lower half at the same time. She comes silently and the streaming hot juices of her vaginal area are secreted. Still, she rides him, never skipping a rhythmic wave of hers and his syncromatic pleasure. His legnthy shaft becoming wet, than almost soaked with her bodies inner proofs of their embrace. She takes her leg and swings it over his leg and mounts him sidesattle. Letting him inside her with the deepest of penetration. As she does so she can't help herself form groaning out and moaning each time she reaches a complete connection of her skin to his. Him still swigging from his cordial he takes the time to place some liquor upon his shaft to help create hot moisture between them and stimulate her rear cavity. The heat inside her increases double-fold and the pleasure sensation of Antons and Vixen's first dance of love becomes almost epic for her. She begins to slowly feel the build of an enormous orgasm and knocks back the remainder of her conigac and tossing her glass to the side, to allow both of her hands free to squeeze and embrace her own breasts and nipples and excentuate her orgasmic build.

- I think it is time that Zenna herself feel the ride of ecstacy the same as my self. Vixen announces with her eyes closed almost tearing with bountiful pleasure.
She whips her head to the side and faces Gregory and Zenna.
-Greg, take her from behind at this moment! And paddle her as hard as you may. She is my pet for the Week and she deserves your man hood within her and you deserve the treat we had planned for you this evening for all that you had done for us. In the least. I want to see you take her. I want to see you take her right now.
She gasps and lets out a small scream as her orgasm topps off and she comes hard and deeply and long. Her hips pounding with excitement, her body quivering with sexual power built and released like a true master. Quickening the pace of her ride as the rush pounds through her loins. Not denying the pop of her self and embracing her pleateau.

Greg raises the paddle up and swats down with a fierce swing at the same time of his own enterance within Zenna. Then thrusts forward with all his might. Zenna heaves her body back to ensure his entrance inside her, and then screams. Slowly, Yet with all the powerful might within his means he takes his own mount of Zenna. Latching his free hand under her pelvic bone and pulling her back against him.

-Do not be gentle with her, Greg. She loves every moment. Every stroke of your rock hard cock my new friend. She can and will take it. Take her forcefully, Greg. Take her and punish her like the bad little girl she had been she deserves to be punished, and I want to see it! I want you to administer her punishment for what she had done onto me! Spank her again, as hard as you can you need to treat her thus, her pain tolerance and thresh hold it outstanding. Make it count!

Vixen and Anton watch and make sweet forbidden love as Zenna and Greg do the same. Greg giving Zenna all that he could with each erogenous pound of his own. Zenna unboubtedly enjoying each percussional slam from behind her, While Greg sinks himself within her loins and body cavity. Like the pounding of a train spike through a steel rail. Rocking her world with his enormously sized manhood. Her warmth from within was incredible. Zenna began to moan and then sceram loudly with each escalading jut and jab she recieved from Greg while he stood in hid Dominant position behind her. He took turns entering her wet crease, pounding inside her to begin and orgasmic occourance, and then slid in between her round muscular bottom to deliver short overwhelming explosive pleateaus . She moaned while he was in her vagina, and screamed out with extacy whilst he was reaming her anally. The pain of being an ass virgin was clearly not there for her. Zenna took nothing aside from pleasure being topped by him. Greg knew that from the way her cavity winked at him willingly when he took position for the administering of her spankings. His plunges strong and guided hit hard and deep. Tiuching bottom inside her birth canal, And passing further than her limits when he took her by anal entry. Striking with the paddle upon her muscular legs and butt to create spikes of stimulatory feeling and push her to the edge.

Viexn bouncing fast than slow upon Anitnio's Stiff and large rod. Feeling her legs begin to jiggle and uncontrollably as she sat and squeezed then held him within her and piuuled Antioio's large Spanish dick from with in her. Stroking him in reverse motion. Her Dark skin glimmering from the beads of sweat beginning to form and fall down from neckline. Vixen truly giving it her all as she was conducting her sexual workout with her admired Latin friend. Vixen, her self was nothing but impressed with the way Anton could handle her stroking him. For she was no excercising temperance with him at all. Vixen was riding him hard slow and long. The pressure from her own anal cavity gripping him giving him one of the best handless stroke jobs he had been given ever. Anton, already shutting his eyes closed while she was in midstrokes began to moan himself.

Vixen chosen lover for the night could not believe that he was making the deepest of love with a super star, globally recognized. Desired and adored world renoun. her sculpted lengthy body rippling forward then back as she was stroking him with squats and lunges. Her body and legs that were beginning to jiggle were beginning to be felt by him, personally. He found himself moaning personally out of control as she began to humm an let out screams of passions herself.

-I'm gonna jizz! Said Vixen -I'm gonna squirt! oh my god! Yeah! omygodI'mgonna squirt! I'm gonna squirt right now!. OOOOHHHHH! Yeah! OOOOOHHHHH!

She began to stroke harder and faster while her entire began to ripple and wave uncontrollably. Anton leaned her back and massaged her vagina hood as fast as he could with his hand. As she lost controll of herself. Her warm vaganal juice spraying from over his hand. all over the both of them first in a spray style and them streaming out from inside her. Her strokes stopped And She Let out a grand yell.

-Fuck, ME, YESSSSSSSSS! As she lost her own bladder's worth from Anton's throbbing Spanish Prick Puncturing her Black Woman's Body and making her cream herself. Vixen couldn't stop yelling and moaning. She had found her personal Nirvana.

-My turn! Yelled Anton. He grabbed her by the hips at the top of her long legs. and took position behind her, doggy style. Furiously slapping her georgeous ass with his pelvis and making her Scream with excitement. His strokes were terribly fast pulling her back while he rammed harder and harder from behind.

-Do you want, me Vixen? Do you? Do you want my all, Vixen? You do don't you? Huh? She wants it all and she wants it all right now doesn't our sweet Vixen? Tell Me! Tell Me, Now Sweet baby Vixen! Anton said sternly to her but not quite in a yelling voice.

-YESS! I WANT YOU! I WANT YOU! Vixen, said. Give me all that cock, my Kitchen Cook! Give me all that enormous Prick you fucker!

Antonio, was pounding himself in his black queen with fury and honorable stregnth. Fast hard and deeply Vixen was taking one of her finest Anals she had benn given in her life. From behing them both Zenna and Greg began to watch them rather than put on their own show. Greg never missing a stern plunge. As Anton was reaming his little starlett, He pulled Zenna upon her side and began to plunge within her using fast strokes. rocking her muscular short body with the middle part of his own love staff.

Zenna never moving her eyes from Vixen, Screaming, coming in waves.
-Fick her hard, Anton! Ream her tight skinny Ass. Make her yell, boy! Fuck her with everything you got, Antonio!
She was cut off as Greg plugged her bowels once again and she finally began to loos her own self in a orgasm of collosal proportions. -Make us both yours tonight, Men! Make us both yours!

Boths ladies moaning and screaming with excitement. Feeling their bodies being torn apart bt the beasts of Love behing them. both of them filling Gregory's room with the Announcement of woman's unsufferable pleasures and delight. Zenna pushed from Gregory and stepped over to where her house sister was feeling her own rapture. She slid her tongue close to Antons body and began to massage the bottom of his prick as he was jutting in and out from inside Vixen. Sucking on his shaft when he pulled out a bit and allowed her.

-Oooooh, She tastes so fucking good! Zenna exclaimed. She tastes like fine european Chocoalate! She tastes so sweet and velvety! Like the finest thing I had ever placed in my mouth in my entire life. MMMMMMMM! OOOOOOOH! What a treat! MMMMMM! What a delight! Greg come here and let her engorge her self with you. Shish ka bob her to the furthest reaches of her will! Get her from both sides while I buffet upon the three of you! I could never had thought that I were to be treated to such a tasty after hours dessert cart of Pleasure! I don't know where to start!

Greg, himself walks over to Vixen and places his own self inside Vixen's mouth. And Vixen begins to suckle upon him and then rams hed face forward to deep throat him by surprise. Wildly shaking and swallowing and letting out screams and humms when her wind pipe would permitt sound. Panting and gasping for air as her ass was constantly being reamed and stretched by Anton. The men letting Vixen shift her body forward to take the entire legnth of one and then the other. Whilst Zenna bounced from erogenous zone to erogenous zone of all three. Zenna self serving her own vagina with her hand as she stuck her Muscular tongue everywhrere she could see fit.

-Ream her, men! Give her all she could take. Tonight was one of her most desired fantasies come true and if the both of you let her down, I will take it out from your own hides, men! Give her the desires come true surpassing her own expectations. She hasn't had two men inside since her first day here with us , boys. She needs to be served up what she ordered and NOW! Creame on my sweet litte chocoalate bunny, come on her with your man creame and let me lick every sweet drop dry.

Both Antonio and Greg pulled out from either side of Vixen, and the girls commenced sucking each of them off. Pinching each other's nipples and fingering each other while jerking the men off with their other hands. Licking the mens tips of their cocks and bringing them closer to spurting their come all over Vixen the Superstar model. Both men came at once. Their loads shooting out by the loving spoonfulls. It seemed neither of them had shot a load in while. Their hot shots landing on Vixen's dark, sweaty skinned body and their temperature driven love juice dripping here and sticking there. Zenna and Vixen giving them hand jobs the fastest they could as the men Let out their own screams of uncontained love. The house sisters taking turns to suck one man's shaft, then trading to compliment the other. Then meeting in the middle and tonguing each other. Returning to the men's penises afterwards. Both men treated to deep throat and then quick flicks of the tougue. Their johnsons bobbing up and down, throbbing in the women's hands. Zenna grabs for Vixen'a legs and spreads them open and places her face in between. Enjoying a salty finally from when Vixen had squirted all over herself and Anton. Zennna then pulling her tongue upward uopn Her sister's body and carefully collecting the donations of sperm the men had left on Vixens Breasts and face. Vixen, then showing her tongue and the women sharing a french kiss snowball. Spitting both Greg and Anton's mixture back and fourth into each other's mouths. Zenna sucking it all into her own then spitting it back onto Vixen's tits. Vixen rubs the love concoction between her tits . making sperm string cheese bridges between her nipples as Zenna licks it back up and cleans breast plate off. Zenna pulls Vixen onto her belly and pulls her into a down prayer style stance on the couch. Placess one finger from both her hands insinde her exposed ass, spreads it open a little then spits the wole of the ending of the orgasms out inside. Then conntinues to give her a rim job to seal it shut. Licking her hot labias underneath and from behind, then tonging her ass once again. The concoction had thickened inside Vixen and Zenna commenced to once again suck it from Vixen's buns and asshole. Then Swallows it, chin up. Smiling the men with pride.

Zenna leans back on the floor and places her legs on the couch. And Beging to work her complete fist inside of her. Fisting her self for the three of them to watch. Greg fetches another helping of cordials for them all and spills some upon Zenna's vagina. Making her hot and wet and letting her feel the tingling burn of the liquid. Zenna's fist creating sounds of love suctions. Deeply and with increasing repitition she pop herself and sucks her fingers. Greg hands her the cordial and she sucks it back in one big gulp. As her hand frees itself from inside. Then she places her hand back and tosses to glass clearly away from her. She gets on her hands and knees and takes her wet dripping hand and works it inside her posterior. Slowly stretching her skin to make room for her complete hand to fit inside. She Moans and groans and slowly turns to her side and looks at the other three. The three, Zenna had noticed, finished with their own drinks. The men sitting on the couch and enjoying Vixen giving both of them head. Greg stands and lays under Zenna and pulls her hand from her ass. Zenna grunts loudly and long. Her hand forced from within her a little bit too quickly. The outside of her O-ring stretched and the stimulatory nerve endings, more than the whole vagins contains, Make her head throb as her own fist is rebirthed from inside her colon tract. Rubbing it on his thick, long dong. Then piercing her where she formerly had her hand. Vixen kneels over Greg and summons his tongue, pink and moist, hot and ready. Antonio enters Zenna from behind to complete the foursome and give Zenna the double penetration she seemed to want. Both men stroking at seperate speeds and legnths in and out at different times. Zenna's strong ass was pulsating with pleasure and ecstacy that nearly unnerved her. Both men popping and thrusting upon and inside of her. Vixen rubbing herself on Gergory's mouth, squeezing out another Squirt onto Gregory's chest and throat. Zenna licks it all as the men pound rhythmically in opon her. Zenna could hardly stand it, laying her head on Gregory's chest and submitting as the men stretch her to her limits. Gregory's strokes long and controlled, Antonio's fast and well timed. Antinio's prick vibratorily mustering surges through her body. Control of her own body is no longer hers. Succumbing to the compilation of flutternig strokes that penetrate from inside. Even the Baron and the Dutchess themsellves weren't as war like when they chose her on their certain nights to bring her inside their chaimbers. These men were relentless..... Just like Zenna liked it. And treated like the fuck meat she enjoies. Being one of those particular times. Zenna's body wriggles and shutters. Her legs give a little and slide open as her body gets a little limper from being worked so hard. She yeilds to the men and lets them finish her off. Completely taken from the outstanding amounts of multiple orgasms she had experienced in such a short time. Her bust bouncing on Gregory's chest and the men rub another hot load off inside of her. The warmth of their ejaculatory spurts making her slippery inside. She now could only moan with spent pleasure as she reached the end of her energy for the time being. A gigantic smile upon her face.

Her sister of the house, mumbling dirty fornicatory phrasing to her self squelches as she herself comes while hovering above her. Falling back onto the floor and letting her own body rest for its own.

Short silence becomes of the room then Vixen notices her new cockmaster's voice from on the sofa.
-How about all af us relax in the hot tub for a while? I think you girls deserve it.

Zenna replies. -HMMM... Sounds great. Bring the booze. Gregory, may I use your bedae.

-Feel free. There are some robes in the linnen room between the bedroom and the bath.

-Gotcha.

-I'm next for the bedae. Mutters Vix.

The four of them make their way down the hall and then through the french doors into the center of the mansion itself. Where the indoor pool was located. Sipping on congiac and letting their muscles and nerves relax from the utter fuck fest in Gregory's living quarters. They all relaxed listening to the water splattering of the fountain in the middle of the pool and the bubbles of the hot tub. Making their promises to see one another again and not to let on to the owners of the house.
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-ROYALS- Part 2 -Long Stem Roses-
Posted:Jan 28, 2011 5:32 pm
Last Updated:Sep 25, 2020 6:15 am
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The Barron steps slowly toward Zenn. Looking her right in the face. Normally this is not his normal practice. Explaining situations to his younger submissives was a job he had assigned to the Baroness, but in this case, there was a need for him to address his chosen submissive directly. The girls knew that when the Baron was present they were either going to be treated to a new and useful lesson in their studies as pets, they were going to be tested for their stregnth limits, or punished for their wrong doings. With the petalless long stemed rose in his hand. Zenn knew she was going to pay for her wrong doing to her house-sister Vixen.

-My sweet Zenn, I had hoped that in the past year and months that you had been with us that you had learned the respect of the yield and being aware of those that you play with. When I taught you at first I was impressed with the way you showed your attentions to detail. These are reasons that I sped up your teachings and gave you privlidges over our dear Vixen. She is younger than you, and less experienced than most you have conducted excercise with.

His British accent, thick and determined, echoed as she listened in their families' dungeon-playroom.

-Yet when something goes wrong it may scare her into doubt about furthering her learnings. And creates trust issues between you and herself. The last thing I want to end up with is a submissive I have personal interest in stop her learnings with us because of a scare. When I give you priveledge to play with your house-sister, I expect you to respect her such as that. A member of your family, first. Knowing that you will be in her company in the future. Not to create doubt in her mind about the amount of trust she could place in your hands. I do not want Vixen to be nothing more than a very pretty body model. All of us know that she, and you both possess the talent to one day become a respected and experienced Dominatrix, but until then you must learn to conduct your learnings in a professional manner.

-I know your personal lust for power, and anger Zenn. Interjects The Baronnes. There is only a small gap of self control in the void that must be filled, my dear. And in this instance, The Baron and I have decided to fill it with pain.

The Baron stands in front of Zenna. Undressed for her to feast her eyes upon. Although past his twenties and probably in his thirties, she guesses, still in good form. Always keeping statue like posture. She steals a chance to look at him completely. Without the Baroness to see her do so. She always felt a bit of contempt emulate from her Madam.

-I can see from the welts on your haunches and back side that Baroness has not held back on you. And let me warn that I will neither. I had not introduced you to the love within a thorned-rose stem, Zenn. And let me explain that your threshholds WILL be tested. You do understand me? Do you not?

-Yes, master Dom Baron. I understand. I will withstand the pains that I am to take. And do apologise for not concerning myself more with the well being of my house-sister, Vixen.

-Do not hold back tears if they shall arise. and if you need a break or a recess in this punishment, say so, Zenn. As your Dominant, I am not a tyrant, and will adhere to your personal needs. I may be grisly at times, but I am not without heart.

-Yes, master Dom Baron.
-Zennie, will you prefer a bit?
-No, master Dom Baron, I will not.
-Then we shall proceed.

The Dom Baron steps behind Zenn, making cuts in the air with his chosen tool. The Baroness takes her place in front, donning her baby blue vynol lengerie. The Baroness steps forward, her pelvis, a centimeters legnth from Zenn's face, slips her garment down around her lower thighs. The Baroness' light brown pubic hair, although shorn and perfectly groomed, tickles Zenna's nose and lips. Zenna, although in an unwanted predicament, licks her lips and feels a bit of temptation and anxiousness at this.

The Baron raises the stem high and comes down onto his eldest submissive's bottom with great force and speed. The sound cutting the air crisp and clear. The connection to the skin instantly creates a line of blood as the thorns rip in to her skin. Zenn immediately squeals in anguish. Her mouth open as the intensity of the strike settles in.

-Ohh! escapes from her lips and she inhales a deep breath with a hiss.

-Now, kiss the Baroness and tell her your sorry for almost ruining her youngest.

-I apologise my Madam Baroness...

Zenna, raises her head and caresses the Baroneses' privates. Baroness holds her head with her hand.

- Softly my dear Zenna, it is caution and softness that you must learn. Even in the most intense of situations, mmmm? Zenna begins to caress Baronesses' hood. Body heat from the House Madam's privates moistening her lips. Succulent silky secretions flow onto Zenn's tongue. That's a good girl, remarks the Baroness. Very nice.

Baron comes down with the rose stem three more times. This time with no holding back. The stems splitting the stillness of the air inside the dungeon like a pointer to a chalk board. Zenn lets out an excruciating scream that pierces through the ears of the three in the room.

-Give your apology to your Madam, the Baron directs.

Zenn does so. As tears well up from her eyes and fall from her full cheeks. Toungue out pleasuring the Barronness and whinnying like a startled and scared left with no night light for the first time. The Baroness raises her leg and lets a moan out as she plateaus in pleasure. Rubbing her hips and pelvis to her Dungeon-'s mouth.

-Your apology has been accepted, Zenn, says the Baroness, pulling her vynol coverings into place over her now full-sized vagina after being stimulated and fully pleased. At least the skill of pleasuring your Madam has not been lost, Hmmmm? One of your skills I feel that you had always been good at.

The Baroness slams her leg down to the floor making a loud thud with the heel of her knee-high stilleto boot. Her breasts, full and rounded, nipples hard, bounce in unison. Then turns and exits the dungeon. The baby blue under garment riding high on her hips. The string-bikini back making a georgeous display of her finely toned, round and muscular rear. Leaving the door open wide. Zenna, watching her make an almost model like exit, enviously wonders to herself where The Baroness finds such garments that perfectly color co-ordinate.

At the very same moment The Baron strikes Zenn's rear again and again with the quickness, speed, strength and increased succession of a seasoned professional. Harder and harder making the sound of the rose sing as if it were one constant note being played on an orchestral instrument.

Zenn screams at the top of her lungs letting out all of the air within them. Taking another giant deep breath and shouting once more in astonishment. While the thorns, razor like, make thin tears at her skin.

The repetitions stop, and she lies there hands bound to to the table, Almost hyperventilating with sting. A constant stream of tears falling from her eyes, blurring her vision. Wimpering, head swirling. The Baron makes his way from behind, and stands in front.

-My sweet, I hope that you will not let your faltering affect your performance. I hold no hard feelings to you and I am most impressed with the honor that you had received and taken your punishment. Then again you always were one of gruff and strong makings. I was most impressed by you not to beg for mercies. Some do. This excercise was a little accelerated, even for you and a little harsh, believe me you. I shall give you respect for taking your pain dealt. As, for me.....

-Yes, my Master Dom Baron. Accept my apologies.....

She takes his manhood into her mouth, caressing him gently with her tongue. He grows to full length inside her warm and wet mouth, penetrating and retracting slowly. With each stroke becoming deeper and deeper against her tongue, She could still taste the Baroness. The silky, yet salty taste of her Madam-Domma, recognisible by her, makes her roll her tongue gently, As tears continue to stream from the corners of her deep green eyes.

-Take a deep breath now, he instructs.

She takes a large breath in through her nostrils as he fully buries himself deep in her throat. She humms lowly, to pleasurue him. He becomes stiff and she feels his penis pulsing and stretching at her esophagus. He slowly girates his pelvis, and she feels the velvety skin of the tip of his manhood reach the center of her airway. The slow movements of his are accompanied and excentuated by her as she makes quick and strong swallows while he is in place. He had taught her this, and moans slightly at her with approval. She is happy to accomadate her Master. With each pulse of his, she could feel the pressure of the oxygen inside her own lungs building, creating pressure of it's own. Making her head throb at first, then pound, with more and more intensely. She lets a whimper and a shrill humm escape to yield and warn him. He retracts completely and she lets the unused air escape from her lungs. She coughs some and inhales fresh air in gasps for replenishment. He rubs his stiff cock onto her lips to keep them from drying out or cracking from lack of moisture.

-Ready? He asks

She licks her lips, nods her head and replies
-Yes, Master Baron. She takes a very deep breath as she opens her mouth. Waiting, willingly for her Dom to enter.

He does, yet this time as he places himself in her esophagus, he thrusts hard against her mouth. Her muscles wrap tight around him as a gag reflex ensues. He starts to stroke himself faster and faster in side her airway. He slams his pelvis against her teeth, never letting his cock leave from the tight grip of her throat. Faster and faster, with greater and escalating intensity his strokes become a wild barrage. Zenn could feel the pounding in her head and chest again, reminding her that her oxygen was slowly in need of replacement. She focoused on not panicking. Her vision blurred, started to blacken around the edges and tears again started to stream from her ducts.

-Now, the Baron commanded her, midstroke. She then started to humm as hard as she could as she had been taught by him. When Zenn reached her absolute limit, she stopped humming and raised her foot from the ground. The Baron, immediately pulls his prick from the confines of Zenn's tight throat grip. She coughs and gags while gasping for fresh air. Wimpering slightly like a scared .

-No more tears from the pain my sweet, you are forgiven, he whispers to her as he wipes the proof of her pain away from her eyes.

He takes her by the hair and holds her head back. Gripping her pony tail, he slowly and completely penetrates her mouth, climaxing within her throat and gently pulling out, making a trail of semen to the end of her tongue. She gladly accepts. I do express my love to you, Zenn. Your house-Sister will be in shortly to release you from your bounds and assist you with attention to those welts and cuts. I suggest that the both of you discuss and smooth out what had happened between you. She explained to me that she is not angry, only shaken by her experience. In the near future the three of us will get together and asphixiation will be further, and with care, demonstrated, so you may get the experience you need to master the skill. Though that will be later. Vixen, your house-sister will be in very soon, Zenn. Relax now, catch your breath.

From his hand he takes the rose stem bundle, most now snapped in half, kept together only by the outer skin of the petalless blooms, and places it as if it were a bit between her teeth. A sharp thorn landing near the center of her tongue, pricking her. Zenn could taste her own blood from the lashes to her rear end caused by the prickly stems. The flavor, immediadely mixing with her own Master's, makes her mouth water. Her vagina starts to warm and tingle. And Zenn decides the taste of the two, although new to her, is a delightful treat.

The Baron turns and leaves the pleasure-dungeon.

Moments later Vixen appears within the doorway. Dressed in her elastic breast restraints, and in hip hugging elastic wraps that, Zenn, her elder house sister helped her create. Her beautiful and full sized vaginal lips, squeezed by the elastic, showing with their full size between her long and slender legs. One of Zenn's favorite features of Vixen. She peers up and smiles through the running mascara on her face. Vixen's sculpted, yet small breasts standing at attention for her sister, nipples hard, stadnding out from their quarter sized bases. Vixen enters the room with a small tub of warm water and a wash cloth to ease the pain for her.

- Zenn. Zenn, darling. Give a moment. We will have your wounds dressed in a moment......

(Part 3 to come)
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-ROYALS- Part 1 -The simple somber subbie sucks it up for slipping her knots-
Posted:Jan 28, 2011 5:28 pm
Last Updated:Sep 25, 2020 6:15 am
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Part 1- The simple somber subbie sucks it up for slipping her knots

Her, Dressed in tight, thigh high baby blue vynol, crop clutched in her hand, with her training dominant, The Baron, behind. Carefully watching her every move and step. She prances around her female submissive house- for the moment.

-How had you shamed him, hmmmm? How had you placed yourself in shame to bring yourself to me to be punished for your sins against him? hmmm? she says.

Bending at the waist to bring herself face to face with her female subbie lying flat on her stomach, restrained to the legs of the table. Her sub's head, dangiling over one side, with her feet, planted on the ground at the other. The vynol tightly creeping into the crevasse of her privates and rear end. Making a lovely view and display of her womanhood.

-Tell me, tell me now, she says, lifting her eyes to her dominant to seek his aproval in her mannerisms. He gives her a small lift of his chin to signal her with his approval she clutches both ends of the crop and bends it into a sign of an ohm. TELL ME, NOW! her thick British accent booming in the leaden room. Letting the flat side of the crop go to slap her shammed femme on one of her shoulders.

-I did not complete my dominant's training as I was instructed, And was very resistant to his bidding for it was not as I had wished to do. the subbie replies.

-Well, had you mentioned your yeild to her to stop or to let him know that you were not comfortable in your position? hmmm? she says. HOW COULD YOU FORGET PROPER YIELDING PROCEDURE! One of our family was almost choked to death instead of unconciousness!

A snap of the crop occours and a lash puffs onto the skin of the young subbie. She whimpers with no draw back, standing for the wrong doing that she had caused.

-No, my master was never informed by me that I did not want.

-Well when the school master tells you to complete such biddings, is it not practice to finish those specific bidings as fast as accurate as possible. Or were you in haste?

-I was in haste because I felt uncomfortable in the predicament I had been placed in. And being pressured for things that were not agreed to.

-Once again midwife zenn, did you or did you not make your dominant aware of this?

-NO, I had not.

-And why did perform such actions if you were not one hundred ten percent sure of how to execute them, hmmm? WHY!!?

-It was my time to prove my learnings and graduate to another level. I was eager instead of cautious. Where I should have been precautious instead of eager in the executions of my actions.

-So you know why my self and the Barron had summoned you here for an explanation. The last thing we want is any harm done to our family.

Another whisp of the thick whipping crop snaps through the air, landing upon the meat of midwife zenn. A yelp of pain and angiush escapes her with silence breaking anguish. Then another, and another.

-Tell us that you are sorry, midwife admit to us that risking vixen's existance was not worth your wrong doing.

Another full force lash perfectly lands itself on zenn's rear side

-Baroness, Baron I truly apologize for my wrongdoings in the house and for my sins against house rules I would freely take my lashes and punishment. Although public Humiliation is not in my interest and any wrongdoings I had committed, especially when it comes to the structure of our home I will with loving gratification, pay for them. my flesh is yours to treat as my dominants feel it shall be. Whether in scorn, pain, sorrow or love. I shall be content with my punishment. Please do not hold back. Vixen's liveihood was in my hands and I shall pleasure her after my comupance in any way she likes if she shall only for give forgive me....

The Baroness yet again bends at the waist to face her second to youngest subbie.
-Least she forgives you midwife zenn, least she forgives you.

The Barron steps forward from shadows hehind.

-In the meantime Zenna. On with the pain.
Stepping forward towards her. In his hand, a bundle of dried, thorny stems of a rose bush.
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-The Royals- Introduction that will make you so horny you would never want to stop
Posted:Jan 28, 2011 4:38 pm
Last Updated:Sep 25, 2020 6:15 am
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-ROYALS- (A series of hardcore sexual romance stories in many parts.....)

In the not so distant present there lives a household of persons whom live together in harmony. A harmony of a lifestyle ruled by their shared desires and passions for and with one another. Yet their shared passions and love for one another is respectively governed in an aristocractic way. Those whom live upon the Estate are free to love one another as they please, yet they live underneath a harsh hierarchy that is coveted and kept with the fullest of respect. Zenna and Vixen are two of the 'house pets' or 'taken Daughters' in the midst of their training and education to become 'Dommas', female masters, or Dominatrixes that are permitted for short times to 'own' love servants and trainees of their own.

Although both come from very different backgrounds, they learn from and support each other as house 'sisters.' Their development of their relationship grows deeper and deeper with one another as the both of them delve into each others psyche. Learning what they could about each other and of their different approaches in their lifestyle. Both studying different styles and forms of their secret society. Otherwise known as 'Vanilla and Chocolate' or 'Sugar and spice'. One hard and sadistic the other soft and verile.

Underneath the care and teachings of Baron and the Baroness. A husband and wife team, Master and Dominatrix, that had taken the girls under their wings. They are pushed pulled to their limits and given delightful pleasures as well as enduring the pains never experienced. Vixen - learning the art of Vanilla from The Baroness. Zenna - learning Spice underneath the Baron.

A novella that combines Marquee de Sade picturesque and modern style. Surely one to please readers whom are bored of any run of the mill love story. A story that will inspire the readers to begin new sparks between the sheets and push their boring love life's to new platforms and higher states and levels. Read on to the next post for fore sensual and sexual suggestionisim that would make you want to live it all out in real life..........
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