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I carefully released my lip from my teeth and let out a soft sigh as the flogger slowly warmed my skin. It was not near as bad as I had expected it to be and the more I thought about, the more I found myself enjoying the sensual kiss of the leather on my skin.

As you continued, I felt myself waiting for it, wanting it and at last, straining to try to raise up and meet it. For the first time since my interview with you, my mind was not racing with conflicting messages. It was blissfully silent but for one thought, "More."

I moaned my approval as you moved from my ass to my thighs and I wished with all my might that would place some attention on my dripping pussy. I wanted to beg for it but I couldn't seem to find my voice.

Suddenly, I felt the horse loosen and fall, as my ass came down from it's high, flogging position. I drew in a sharp breath, a feeling of disappointment running through me as the rythmic slap against my skin stopped.

As I landed in position, I didn't even time to wonder what was next. A primal scream ripped from my lips as you plunged into me and orgasm exploded.

The spasming muscles gripped and massaged my rod from one end to the other and back again. At the far end of her vagina I could feel her cervix brushing up and down across the head of my penis, all the while her engorged lips pulsed and tugged and milked at my cock.

As Orchid’s orgasm began to subside, I suddenly withdrew and plunged in again and again, hammering the exposed plane of her pussy, balls slapping her lips and clit, cock head banging into her cervix, my hands and fingertips left white impressions on her rosy butt as I slaked my lust with her body.

Orchid’s body convulsed anew as she rocketed from one high to the next to the next.

I screamed in sweet agony as my body continued exploding in orgasm after orgasm. Never in my life had I experienced such a thing.

Unaware of my actions, I alternately tugged against the restraints and used them to push myself back onto you.

I couldn't think, I couldn't do anything but feel the exquisite release my body was going through. My stomach spasmed, my legs twitched, my eyes filled with sweet tears and I cried out until I was hoarse as I felt your rod slicing into me.

Finally, drained of all energy, my body slackened in the restraints. My cries turned to barely audible whimpers and my head hung limply forward as I panted, trying to catch my breath.

I could feel orchid's cervix brushing my cockhead in time with her heavy breathing as she sought to gather her control. I reluctantly eased out of her, satisfied but still thick and heavy, her inner lips gave me a final stroking as I slid out from between them. The air cooled me off as her juice evaporated into the room.

I released orchid's legs and then her arms and helped her to her feet... and clipped the cuffs together behind her back.

I helped her into a pair of high heeled pumps and tied the front panel of her dress around her waist. The heels arched her calf perfectly and made her ass flex in a throughly pert manner. With her arms cuffed behind her back, her tits were also proudly presented and I couldn't help caress them once more... and pinch her nipples into hardened points.

I helped her out of the playroom, through the suite, and out the door into the hallway.

"Time for dinner."

My head was swimming in the aftermath of the forceful orgasms that had ripped through me and I felt weak, as well as thoroughly satisfied. I leaned heavily against you, without the strength to put up any resistance to your ministrations.

I didn't even notice the makeshift skirt you had fashioned out of the panel of the original dress I had on. In fact, until you started to manouver me out of the room, I didn't notice anything.

I was jolted back to reality as I felt your fingers tweak my nipples and I moaned in appreciation as a new surge of electricity ran through my still sensitive body.

As we began to leave the room, I had to concentrate fully not to topple over in the high heels. I was struggling with my thoughts, trying to figure out exactly what had happened and where you were taking me.

"Time for supper," I heard you say, through the daze that was in my mind. I shook my head as if to clear it and stopped dead in my tracks, bracing my knees solidly as I looked at you incredulously.

"What?" I demanded, "I'm not going anywhere like this..." I pulled my shoulders back, trying to free myself from your grip on my arm as I glared your way.

I felt so confused! My mind was fighting everything even as my body and heart were responding in favour of it.

I shrugged my shoulder one more time, trying to wrest free of you as I waited for some sort of explanation to come....

"What? I'm not going anywhere like this..."

Orchid tried to struggle free of my grip but it only earned her a heavy swat on her exposed behind. Her flesh, still sensitive from the earlier flogging immediately flushed from the impact... the handprint easily identifiable in the well lit hallway.

"Do I need to teach you a lesson? Right here in the hallway?" . No sooner out of my mouth than another couple exited their suite. The woman was cinched into a corset and wore high leather boots. Her hands were likewise bound behind her. What made orchid's eyes widen was no doubt the head harness and reins she wore. The man following her, dressed in a leather vest and chaps and sporting an erection, guided the ponygirl down the hall with the reins.

"Need some help?" I could feel orchid react to the man's leering question, directed to me. I raised my brow at his rude behavior. He shrugged, flipped the reins and his girl continued down the hall.

I gave orchid another swat that started her down the hall behind them.

"We don't want to keep our host waiting."

The stinging slap on my still sensitive ass caused me to cry out a little bit as I shot a glare at you. Teach me a lesson, indeed, I thought as I stared incredulously at you. If I had not been in the situation, I would have laughed out loud at such a statement.

Blushing furiously, I recalled what had just taken place and I felt my pussy moisten again at the memory. Embarrassed, I decided to keep my silence lest you discover the extent of my arousal.

I was shocked when a door opened and a woman exited, dressed as a pony. He who followed her caused my skin to crawl as he paraded himself behind her with his erection bobbing as he walked. I instinctively stepped behind you and slouched my shoulders forwards to shield myself from the jeering stare of the creep. I breathed a sigh of relief as he directed his ponygirl down the hall as I peeked out around your arm and watched them disappear down the hallway.

I was startled by a second slap to my behind, forceful enough to cause me to take a step forward. Disgusted by the creep and his ponygirl, but strangely curious about this place, I placed one foot in front of the other and began to slowly make my way down the hall.

As I walked, I thought about my predicament and I wondered what was in store for me. I didn't know what this place was or who this mysterious host was. I wondered briefly if this was the client you had talked about earlier. Fear sliced through me as my imagination took hold and I wondered if this whole job and business trip was all an elaborate ruse. My breath came quicker as my thoughts continued. If it was so, in less than 24 hours you had successfully conned me into thinking I had landed my dream job, stolen my clothes, kidnapped me and now held me hostage in this place and no one would be expecting to hear from me for days yet. To my friends and family, I was away on business. Certainly they would think nothing of not hearing from me, assuming I was busy learning my new responsibilities.

I felt my anxiety reaching a frenzied height as my thoughts continued down this road. I could hear the rhythmic slap of the reigns as the man in front of us continued to urge his ponygirl to an unknown destination. The click of my high heels on the floor echoed in my ears. My vision blurred as frightened tears welled up in my eyes. The uncertainty of what was waiting at the end of this hall was overwhelming.

The man turned around and taunted me with another stare. This time I did not have you to hide behind as you were following behind me with your hand ready incase I needed another swat to keep going. His beady eyes raked over my exposed upper body and his tongue snaked out of his mouth to lick his lips as he ogled my pert and breasts and hardened nipples.

I slowed my pace slightly as he continued to appraise me. I did not want to get too close but the crack of your hand on my reddened behind had me yelping and stepping forward once more. He laughed as you spanked me and allowed his eyes to roam over my flat stomach to my barely concealed sex that peeked out from under the makeshift skirt you had fastened around my waist. I saw his eyes light up with glee as he noticed the juices that were trailing down my thighs, offering undisputable proof of my recent use and now seemingly constant state of arousal.

He lifted his gaze again and blew a kiss to me before nodding in appreciation at you. "She'd make a fine filly," he spit out and laughed again as he turned around and urged his ponygirl around a corner.

I let out a sigh of relief as he left my sight and I turned my head to look up at you. “Mr Mason, please,” I began. “Please tell me what you want from me?” I trembled slightly, still afraid of what the answer would be. “What is this place,” I pleaded.

“Mr Mason, please,” orchid's body literally shook with trepidation as she tried to figure out what was going on.

"Orchid, what I want from you is total submission. I know that deep within you that's what you want too. Your pussy drips in anticipation of submitting to me again. I can smell it." I cupped orchid's mound, slipped my finger between her lips... it came away wet. I put it to her lips.

"Taste it and tell me I'm wrong."

I gripped a handful of orchid's hair and tilted her head back, forcing her to look up into my eyes. I brushed my finger across her mouth.

"This place? This place is where you will learn how to submit... one way or another..." I pushed her forward again, around the corner and into the dining hall.

There was a hitching post with a few pony girls and boys tied up. A pair of draft ponyboys was dragging a cart filled with "feed" from the kitchen to the hitching post. Elsewhere a number of serving girls were bringing drinks to the various guests. I saw Sir Cecil, our host, talking to some his guests. I wandered over, pushing orchid before me.

"Orchid, You're to kneel down, keep your eyes averted, and don't speak unless spoken to and only if I give you permission to answer."

Cecil nodded hello to me as he continued to discourse on the pros and cons of corporal punishment as practiced in English schools.

"Ah Matt, Good to see you again." Cecil greeted me with a broad smile. "Is this your new bodyservant?" I nodded.

"Well Sir Cecil, We're here to find out if she's able to fill that position." I replied. "If orchid here works out, I intend to promote angie to be my household steward. I'd like to send her to you for advanced household training. You always turn out the very best servants."

Orchid stood there listening to me, either in dismay or amazement. I looked her in the eyes and then glanced at the floor.

"orchid, have you already forgotten your instructions? Do you need a reminder?"

Your words ran through my head, almost as if in slow motion....total submission....as I was coming to terms with them, I felt your finger invade me once more and I quivered involuntarily.

My breath caught in my throat as you yanked my head back by my hair and a small cry of surprise escaped my lips even as more juice pooled in my pussy. Looking into your eyes as you rubbed your finger across my lips, I could see something there, something I was not accustomed to seeing. There was power there. Pure, raw power mixed with a sexuality that was dark and dangerous and exciting to me. Very slowly, because I thought it would please you....and I realized, almost in an epiphany, that I wanted to please you, very badly...I flickered my tongue out and ran it along my bottom lip, tasting my own juices as you had suggested.

The spell was broken as you pushed me forwards into the dining hall. I gasped in awe as we entered, my eyes rapidly scanning the room trying to take it all in.

Nerves set in as you pushed me forwards and issued instructions to me. I was in awe of this man you called Sir Cecil, for it was immediately apparent that he was the one in charge here, and that intimidated me somewhat.

At your prompting, I managed to pull my gaze at Sir Cecil and turned it to you instead. I was on sensory overload, there was so much going on around me and I was struggling to keep up with it all. What had you asked me, I wondered as I continued to stare at you blankly.

The moment grew uncomfortable before I suddenly remembered the instructions you had issued me. "I'm sorry," I whispered as my memory regained itself. Immediately I lowered my eyes to the floor and knelt beside you.

"My pet here is in that perfect place if you have an appreciation of untrained talent. She is conflicted between her desire and what her previous experiences have taught her." Cecil nodded his understanding. I could see that his interest in orchid had been piqued, but ever the good host, I knew he would not press to use orchid, at least not this weekend.

"Well, she is certainly a pretty little thing isn't she. You have a good eye Matt." I thanked Cecil.

"I'd like to collar her tonight. Would you do me the honor of serving as witness?" Cecil's eyes lit with delight as he accepted.

"Midnight I presume?" I nodded. One of Cecil's serving girls approached and kneeled before him, begged his leave and passed him a note on a small silver tray.

"Ah, it looks like dinner is about to be served." Cecil led the way into the dining room.

"Walk behind me orchid. Keep your eyes down."

The table, as was Cecil's wont, was ornately and oppulently set. I heard orchid's involuntary gasp. She must have raised her eyes in curiosity and I made a mental note to remember for later.

Cecil typically seated male and female dominants next to each other with our respective submissives to the left and right of us respectively. I heard another involuntary gasp as orchid realized she would be kneeling beside me, with her head below the level of the table.

There was a modest cushion for her knees and a simple place setting under my chair consisting of a crude pottery cup and plate. I was pleased to be seated next to Mistress Ophelia, who had a young woman in her service tonight. Ophelia and quite a few others had their slaves and submissives toss the cushions away, to be picked up by Cecil's staff. I let orchid keep her cushion and indicated she should kneel on it. Then I helped Ophelia take her seat and took mine. As we were at the far end of the table, there was no one next to orchid, leaving her the opportunity to take in her surroundings.

No doubt one of the things she noticed right away was that a number of the subs crawled under the table and began servicing their respective owners. Ophelia leaned over smiling and whispered in my ear.

"Your new girl is quite pretty. I thought you might appreciate it if we taught her by example." I wasn't sure what Ophelia meant until I realized her little subslave was between my legs, opening my leathers and drawing my cock into her mouth.

Listening intently to your conversation with Sir Cecil, I felt myself swell with a certain pride as you described me as being in the perfect place. I smiled, pleased with myself that you seemed to be happy with me.

Kneeling beside you like this, a calmness washed over me that allowed my mind to drift away from the conversation and all that was happening around me. As my senses took over, I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. I could smell the pungent aroma of the leather you wore and I blushed warmly at the memory of the leather flogger as it kissed my skin. From somewhere outside of this memory came a niggling doubt, that voice of reason breaking in once more...this is your boss...this isn't right...you can't allow this to continue.... On and on it went until I squeezed my eyes shut tightly and shook my head to rid myself of the doubts. I knew my body and I knew that it was responding to these new demands with excitement. Willing myself back to that calmness, I asked myself what I wanted. The answer came to me without delay, and it was as simple as one word, This. I wanted this. Whatever this was, I promised myself that I would deal with each thing as it came.

At your command, I struggled to stand without the use of my still bound hands. Gaining my balance, I stood and followed you towards a table. Despite your directions otherwise, I could not help myself but to allow my eyes to peek out under my hair and take in my surroundings once more. This place was incredible. Pure extravagance every way one turned. I gasped in delight as I saw the ornate table at which we would be dining. Thinking of food, my stomach grumbled and I remembered that I had not eaten since breakfast. Oh I was famished. My excitement faded abruptly as we reached the table and you indicated that I was to kneel beside you.

I looked at you with pleading eyes but you were already helping the woman next to you into her seat. I sighed audibly, and lowered myself to the tiny cushion that had been placed there, for my comfort, I supposed. Dejected, I knelt but as I did I noticed that I was in such a position that I would be able to take in my surroundings without being observed. Keenly, I allowed my eyes to dart around the room, taking everything in.

My jaw dropped and my eyes stared in disbelief as some of those that were kneeling crawled under the table once the person they were with had been seated. I could not believe my eyes as several of them positioned themselves in front of the chairs and began performing sexual acts! Amazed, I could do nothing but continue to stare.

From the other side of the lady beside you, a pretty girl emerged and crawled past me. She caught my eye and winked as she smiled mischievously. Enthralled I watched her, wondering where she was going. I was surprised to see her stop and position herself in front of your chair. I was even more shocked to watch her reach up and unfasten your leather, releasing your cock. She looked at me once more, and with another wink, she engulfed you within her mouth.

I went numb. Then I saw red. Angry tears immediately filled my eyes and spilled over to run down my cheeks. What the hell was going on, I asked myself? Why was I reacting this way? Frustrated with myself and confused, I tore my gaze away from this girl, feasting on your cock, and hung my head. My shoulders shook slightly as I tried to hold in my sobs.

My thoughts raced a million miles a minute...was I jealous? It seemed unreal and yet, it was the only way I could describe what I was feeling. Sure, back at the office, all of us girls had serious crushes on you. You were Mr Mason, so handsome, and so nice to each of us as you passed by our desks each morning. My friends and I had spent countless lunches talking about the what-if's had we not been employed by you. And now, here I was, taken away by you and brought to this place. I ought to be overjoyed at the attention you were giving me, regardless of the fact that it was not the attention we had envisioned in our girlish daydreams.

I came to realize very quickly, that in this short amount of time, my feelings for you had grown. Part of it, I was sure, was a feeling of dependence - knowing that I had no idea where we were, what was coming and that you were the only person I knew here. The other part of it was something I still needed to examine but it had to do with the way that I responded to your touch and your commands and the knowledge that had come to me in the hallway earlier - I wanted to please you. Again I realized that I wanted this, whatever that meant.

Choking back my sobs and quieting myself, I raised my eyes once more to take in the action under the table. I looked slowly from each person to the next, allowing myself this opportunity to really see what was happening around me. Finally, I let my eyes rest on the girl that was enthusiastically sucking your cock. I wanted to push her away from you but I didn't dare. Instead, I turned my head and gazed up at you, my misery and internal struggle apparent on my face.

You were in the midst of an animated conversation with some of the other guests. I felt so alone as I knelt beside you, and I was seething with jealousy that another woman had you in her mouth. I was once again taken by surprise at the feelings that overflowed within me as I continued to gaze up at you. Struck with the force of a gale wind, I realized, I wanted you. I wanted you all to myself.

I cleared my throat quietly, hoping to gain your attention...

"Excuse me a moment." I turned away from Mistress Ophelia, reached down and grabbed a handful of orchid's hair near the back of her head.

"Didn't your daddy ever teach you to not interupt?" A rhetorical question at best.

"Or do I need to put you over my knee right here and give you a spanking?"

Mistress Ophelia hissed into my ear that that was a delightful idea. Her little subslave nodded her head up and down transmitting her agreement with that idea through my cock as she simultaneously took me deep into her thoat and tongued me balls.

Conversation around the table stopped as orchid, at least momentarily, became the center of attention. This was not a place to be inexperienced and the center of attention...

None-the-less, I eased my chair away from the table and pulled orchid up and over my lap. Ophelia's subslut sighed as I broke contact with her, but the excited gleam in her eyes gave away her excitement at having a "first row" seat.

I heard you excuse yourself from your conversation with the lady beside you and my heart leapt as I looked up at you expectantly. But as your fist closed over my hair and you hissed down at me, the feeling turned to fear.

I began to tremble as you threatened to put me over your lap and I emphatically shook my head no, to indicate that I did not need a spanking. My eyes beseeched you to no avail.

My heart thudded as you pushed your chair away from the table. As you yanked me up over your lap and I realized that you did, indeed, intend to give me a spanking right here, a cry tore from my lips as I struggled against what was coming. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"Nooooo!," I cried, twisting and turning in your lap as much as I could with your strong arm pushing down on my shoulders, lowering my head towards the floor, and likewise, my ass up and nicely rounded in presentation. "Noooooooo!" I kicked my legs frantically as I pleaded. My head turned as I shook it from side to side and out of the corner of my eye, I saw the girl. My momentary joy at the realization that she was no longer fellating you disappeared as I caught the pure excitement in her eyes as she watched you manhandle me. Oh, how I hated her. I glared at her as she smiled with glee while watching.

I was stunned into momentary silence when your open hand came down hard on my exposed behind with a sharp CRACK. As the sting set in, it set me to struggling once more. "Owwww," I cried out followed by more pleading, "Noooo, noooo..."

Matt held orchid all the more tightly as his hand came down a second and third time. Each slap resounded through the dining hall as everyone's attention centered on the spectacle. Ophelia quickly got up and came around to orchid's head and secured a ball gag in orchid's mouth as her subslave managed to reach under orchid to tug on her nipples with one hand as she slowly tugged on my cock with the other.

"This continues until you quiet down." My hand rained down blows that made orchid's bottom cheeks turn rosy red as they bounced with each impact.

I continued to wriggle and cry out as the next two blows landed hotly against my skin and then abruptly, I was silenced as a ball gag was forced into my mouth. I tried to scream out with indignation with very unsatisfying results.

I glared at the girl under the table as she pulled hard on my nipples, causing me more pain to go with the spanking.

Through my rage, I heard your warning that this would continue until I quieted down. I was furious and my face was beet red from repeated attempts to scream around the gag. Tired and defeated, I finally let go and my body relaxed in collapse over your knee.

My stomach spasmed as I willed myself to stop crying. Embarrassed beyong belief, I let my head fall forward and closed my eyes. I couldn't bear to look any more, not even at the hateful girl that was still roughly yanking on my tender nipples.

The instant orchid finally relented, with the next stroke, instead of allowing it to rebound from her nicely resilient buttocks, I cupped and maintained contact with the nearer cheek.

My fingers invaded the cleft of her asscheeks and I pushed down, between and into orchid's sex. Despite her protestations, she was still, or once again, wet. Instant punishment for wrongdoing... Instant reward for good behavior.

Of course this meant I was finger fucking her in front of everyone who was just a moment before watching her punishment. I angled my fingers to displace a maximum volume, thereby causing loud sucking-squishing sounds to be heard from between her legs, announcing her arrousal to her audience.

As my fingers got wetter and wetter, I pushed deeper and deeper. Soon the tip of my thumb was invading her pussy. Then the first thumb-knuckle. I slowed the stroking, making each insertion more forceful until I was all but stopped. Then I pushed in with a relentless determination.

I heard a moan from orchid's throat...

I began to rotate my hand as I slowly pushed deeper.

Ophelia's eyes lit with uncontrollable lust as she watched, called her slave over, rolled her over on her back and sat on her face. The little subbie knew her duty and Ophelia moaned, "God's Teeth Matt. Give it all to her."

The instant orchid finally relented, with the next stroke, instead of allowing my hand to rebound from her nicely resilient buttocks, I cupped and maintained contact with the nearer cheek.

My fingers invaded the cleft of her asscheeks and I pushed down, between and into orchid's sex. Despite her protestations, she was still, or once again, wet. Instant punishment for wrongdoing... Instant reward for good behavior.

Of course this meant I was finger fucking her in front of everyone who was just a moment before watching her punishment. I angled my fingers to displace a maximum volume, thereby causing loud sucking-squishing sounds to be heard from between her legs, announcing her arrousal to her audience.

As my fingers got wetter and wetter, I pushed deeper and deeper. Soon the tip of my thumb was invading her pussy. Then the first thumb-knuckle. I slowed the stroking, making each insertion more forceful until I was all but stopped. Then I pushed in with a relentless determination.

I heard a moan from orchid's throat...

I began to rotate my hand as I slowly pushed deeper.

Ophelia's eyes lit with uncontrollable lust as she watched, called her slave over, rolled her over on her back and sat on her face. The little subbie knew her duty and Ophelia moaned, "God's Teeth Matt. Give it all to her."

Exhausted, I collapsed onto your lap, my breathing heavy over the ball gag. I flinched as I felt your hand smack down on me one more time. Just as quickly, a moan of appreciation formed in my throat as I felt your nimble hands snake down between my cheeks and into my ready pussy.

I was surprised to realize that despite my complete horror at being punished in front of all of these people, and my hatred and disgust of the other girl who had been pleasing you and torturing my tits, that my pussy had once again responded to your ministrations and was sopping wet with anticipation.

I felt light headed as I lay across your lap and enjoyed the feeling of your fingers toying with my flesh. Small sighs escaped around the confines of the gag as I felt my body relax completely. As you continued to manipulate my pussy with your fingers, I grew more and more relaxed until suddenly, I felt you push harder, stretching me almost uncomfortably wide.

A moan stuck in my throat as I heard the lady's voice, urging you to give me more. My eyes flew open and I began to struggle once more with the realization that I was still being watched and that you were trying to insert your entire fist into me! I whimpered and squirmed in your lap, shaking my head as an indication that I did not want this. But my movements only seemed to give you more access as I felt your hand pushing further.

My whimpers turned to outright cries of shock and pain, still muffled, and I thought that surely I would stretch no more. With all the strength I had, I lifted my head from the ground and straightened myself across you, twisting to look directly at you. My eyes were full of questions, fear and pain. I held your gaze for only a moment and then collapsed once more.

orchid's whole body stiffened and almost dislodged me but when she collapsed in submission, everything opened up and my hand poppep past the last thumb knuckle with an ease that amazed me.

Once inside I began successive stroking of the spongy flesh that was her G-spot. Ophelia removed the gag and began kissing her face and cheeks. Several other guests sent their own slaves to minister to orchid's body.

Soon a half dozen people were stroking all of orchid's sensitive parts.

The pain I felt as your hand entered me completely was soon replaced with a gnawing heat that built slowly as you stroked inside of me. My mind had given up any hope that you had been able to read the message in my eyes but it didn't seem to matter anymore, as I grew more relaxed with each passing stroke you made.

I felt immediate relief when the lady removed the ball gag from my mouth and I took a moment to look at her and smile gratefully. I was shocked back to reality as she leaned in and placed a kiss directly on my lips, running her tongue along them. I jerked back, surprised at my first female kiss, but it didn't stop her as she leaned in and kissed me again, leaving little trail marks with her tongue on my cheeks, neck and lips.

I was still adjusting to these new sensations when I felt more hands touching me. Someone was tugging on my tender tits, and I felt hands rubbing up and down my legs and inner thighs. I stiffened once more, unsure of myself and this situation. I struggled to turn and look at you, but the lady who I had heard you call Ophelia, would not let go of my head as she continued to kiss and nibble at me.

Sensing that she would be my best hope, I looked her right in the eye and whispered, "please....no more...."

I heard the whispered plea and slowly removed my hand.

"Enough!" The various attentive hands and lips slowed and stopped their respective ministrations.

I rebound orchid's hands in front of her and attached a small leash with which I could lead her. Set her on her feet. And led her away.

"Follow me..."

I began walked off back to our room contemplating how to quickly break this girl lest I lose her upon our return to the mundane world.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I heard your command. It was immediately followed by a sense of loss as all the hands and mouths suddenly disappeared, leaving me dripping with a desire that needed release. I shook my head slowly, as if in a daze, as I tried to figure out what was happening to me.

Gratefully, I followed you out of the room. When we were alone in the hall, I whispered, "Thank you..."

I led her back to the suite. Instead of taking her to the playroom for punishment, I thought I'd try a different tact. She had previously responded well to light punishment and poorly to the public domination, twice as I saw it.

Rather than risk losing her to yet another attempt... and having to sell her off to someone... say the ponymaster, where I suspected she would be miserable and poorly used at that... or to let her go alltogether, which I really couldn't see myself doing, perhaps simply putting her in a position of simple service, where she could submerge herself in her submissive nature... I had seen it in her... perhaps that would work.

So rather than the playroom for punishment, I took her to the bedroom.

"On your knees orchid. I want to take a bath. Undress me."

I could sense that you were thinking very seriously about something as you led me back down the hallway. I could only hope that you were not angry with me and I longed to ask but refrained.

As we neared what I thought was the room we had been in earlier, I began to tremble as internally, I suspected you were not pleased with me and I already knew that would equal more punishment. What is the matter with me? I wondered to myself. I resloved to do whatever you asked to make you proud and make it right again. I had already discovered that I wanted this and yet my behaviour was not indicative of that.

As you opened a door, I took a deep breath and stepped into the room with new resolve. I would make you proud. I would do as you asked.

"On your knees orchid. I want to take a bath. Undress me."

I immediately sank to my knees before you and without a word, I reached my hands up to undo your leathers. My nimble fingers made quick work in getting them unfastened and I looked up at you, trying to read your thoughts, as I let go of them and let them fall to the floor. I let my eyes travel slowly over your muscled body and felt my insides grow weak with desire for you.

Carefully, I lowered my hands from your waist and rested them on my knees. With one final sweeping gaze, I took you in from head to toe and then, as you had instructed me to do in the dining hall, I lowered my eyes and remained silently at your feet.

"Well? Don't you need to draw the bath?" She started to rise.

"Did I tell you you could get up? Crawl." I ordered. And she did. From the bedroom into the oversized bathroom with the oversized circular tub in the center. It was one of those newer whirlpool tubs with jacuzzi jets but meant to be used for bathing and refilled after each use. It also had an overhead "rain" shower head, a flexible shower massage hose, and several additional, unusual features.

I watched orchid crawl around the tub to the faucets and start the water flowing.

"Hot, I like it hot!"

Quaking on the inside at the pure power in your voice, I did exactly as you asked. With my head hung low, I lowered to all fours and crawled towards the bathroom. I knew with a dreaded sense of certainty that I had disappointed and I was ashamed of myself for my failure. I wondered what I could do to make it up to you and dissolve the hardened edge to your voice.

Kneeling up, I reached for the stopper and secured it in the tub before turning on the hot water, running my hand underneath the steady stream to test it. Satisfied that it was heating up quickly, I kneeled back on my haunches again and took a moment to look around the bathroom.

It was, as was the rest of the house I had seen, absolutely superb. Every luxury imaginable to me was available from a range of decorative displays, spread out around the room. Smiling, I snuck a peek over my shoulder into the other room. I could see you there, but could not tell if you were looking at me. Better not to chance it, I thought, as my mind put together the finishing touches on what I thought was a splendid plan to rectify my poor behaviour thus far.

Returning to all fours, I crawled across the room to a basket of towels and selected three large, fluffy bath towels and a hand cloth. Holding them in my hands, I walked on my knees back to the tub. I laid one out as a bath mat and arranged the other two on the rim of the tub, with the hand cloth on top so they would be easily accessible to you. Looking around the room again, I picked my next target and headed, crawling to the cabinet in the corner. Opening it, I eyed the array of items and carefully selected an assortment of scented oils and lotions and returned to the tub with them. Once I had them displayed in easy reach of the tub, I scurried off again, this time to the counter near the sinks. I returned with 5 candles of varying sizes and a box of matches. Satisfied, I returned my attention to the filling tub.

Reaching to the faucet, I turned on the cold to even the temperature some. The bathroom was steaming and though I had clearly heard you when you said hot, I didn’t think scalding was what you meant. I waited patiently for the last of the tub to fill. Reaching into it with my hand, I hoped that the temperature would be to your liking.

Turning, I looked back into the bedroom but I didn’t see you. Undecided on how I should handle the situation, I knelt beside the tub for a minute, just waiting. When you didn’t appear, I took a deep breath and opted for Plan B.

“Mr. Mason?” I called out hesitantly. “Mr Mason, your bath is ready…”

I watched orchid making her preparations one of the conveniently placed monitors. I almost laughed as I saw her trying to observe if I was keeping an eye on her.

But I was also intrigued. What did she have in mind? Other than the requirement to wash me... or maybe she didn't realize... the difficulties of training a new sub who was new to being submissive.

"Mister Mason...." I sighed. The girl just didn't get it. Not really.

"orchid..." I said as I walked in.

"To you I am no longer Mister Mason. Nor am I Matt. My name is Matthew. But you may not use my name unless you are talking about me with others... in which case, it's My Master Matthew."

I didn't tell her how to address me directly. I'd leave that up to her imagination.

I stepped into the tub and stood in the thigh high water and waited.

"Well? Get in! Surely you don't expect me to do it myself?"

..

"To you I am no longer Mister Mason. Nor am I Matt. My name is Matthew. But you may not use my name unless you are talking about me with others... in which case, it's My Master Matthew."

I jumped as you suddenly entered the room, my nerves were on end. Would my actions have pleased you?

Forcing myself to listen carefully to what you were saying, I focussed my attention on your words. My....Master....Matthew? These words echoed in my head, sounding foreign as I repeated them to myself over and over. My Master Matthew.

Momentarily, I lost myself in a daydream of an erotic novel I had once read in which a woman desired nothing more than to please her man, submit to him body and soul. She had called him Master. My Master Matthew...as the words ran through my head once more, a tingle ran through my body, causing a sensuous shiver to run through me. My smile broke loose with the realization that this is what this was. My heart leapt with joy almost as quickly as it filled with trepidation as I finally understood exactly what we were doing here.

Raising my eyes, I watched you step into the tub.

"Well? Get in! Surely you don't expect me to do it myself?"

Smiling openly at you, I placed my bound hands on the side of the tub and used them to leverage myself from my kneeling position. I never took my eyes from yours as I raised myself to my full height. I took a small step to the edge of the tub and let my feelings wash over me.

My eyes glowed with a new understanding. You could see a hint of excitement and uncertainty under the surface. Keeping my eyes on yours, I straightened my posture so that my shoulders pressed back, thrusting my breasts forward. I tilted my chin upwards slightly and angled my head to one side. Still I watched you. Silently, I lifted one leg and stepped into the tub with you.

As my second leg entered the tub, I finally pulled my gaze from yours and lowered my eyes though I could not stop the smile that was still playing on my lips. I stood before you and whispered, "Yes...Master."

Matt maintained the stern visage he had taken upon ordering her into the tub, but inwardly smiled realizing he'd finally found the set of triggers that cut through and into orchid's emotional core.

"Yes Master" Funny how sometimes it can be so simple. orchid's entire posture had suddenly changed, becoming natural instead of strained, her body expressing her thoughts as clearly as the words she had spoken.

"Keep your eyes down, it's rude to stare. And back on your knees." I took her hands and helped steady her as she kneeled into the steaming water. Then I untied them.

"You may begin." orchid took up the handcloth and began to build a lather.

"I dislike washclothes. Think of something... softer to use."