Vixen_Mistress & Google

[Vixen_Mistress]

Arrianna, or Arria as her parents called her was one of the many princesses sent to the kingdom again, starting her long training for what some seemed to see as wisdom, and great education, but she doubted it, she had been told of everything going on at these places by her mother and how she was so happy to leave. To Arria it seemed that people did not want to break tradition, and when a kingdom thrives off the work of slaves all over it is hard to break such traditions. She always knew she would be sent, but now the time came and she was being dragged out of her home by guards from the kingdom she would be sent and quickly as soon as she was put in the carriage she was stripped and with nothing to cover her she felt exposed and shy for the first time in her life, thinking of nothing that could be worse than this, but she had no idea what she was in for when she arrived.

Finally the carriage arrived and she was dragged out of the carriage and up the many steps into the castle and inside she gawked in surprise as she saw many others in the same position as her, each one frightened, being tormented by Pages all over, and lords and ladies in beautiful outfits. There was much excitement as the girls were gathered to one side and the men to the other, then they were further separated by hair color so people could find what they wanted much more easily. Arria felt a rough hand wrap in her long red silken hair and was dragged to the side, the man looking over her and having her stand by herself as though in her own group, and it was not until she realized that only four other girls would be joining her, these ones being the only redheads in the group, but unlike the strawberry blonds and bright reds of the others her hair was a deep red, very rich in color and much nicer looking than the other girls tumbling to cover her breasts and going about mid back, long and straight, making her feel as though she stood out too much since her blue eyes were a rarity in a red head and very beautiful.

Looking around nervously she stayed standing until the pages and other guards started to forced girls onto their knees, and before she could be forced down she watched and followed suite, not receiving any instruction, she simply studied those around her and did as the others were told, so when the men came to her they were slightly astonished that she was already in the position that the others were and gave her a nod of approval, but she was met with a swift swat to the rear as a page told her to keep her head up proudly and eyes down to the ground. She did as she was told although the anger in her eyes showed she wanted to beat the man for harming her like that. The hall went silent as the royal family entered and her eyes drifted for a moment to them, catching a glimpse of the royal family followed by lords and ladies of all shapes and sizes. She remained still and silent, waiting to see what was going to happen her firm C cup breasts heaving slightly as she caught her breath from the paddling and waited for the first person to choose their new slave. Her body was average in height, but her proportions were perfect in every way possible, her rear firm and just the right size, just like her breasts, while her milky white skin showed every red mark, so delicate, but she was not always as delicate as she looked, the fire in her eyes proved that. Her bright blue eyes refused to look up as she felt others examining her from afar, probably hoping to obtain the little rarity of the young woman, 18 now and unwed due to telling her suitors that she was not interested, and she had known what she wanted, they just never showed her what she had desired deep down.

Arria calmed herself and now could hear the sobbing, wailing and frequent bursts of tears from the others, either from fear or the paddle coming down on their bare bottoms. Her body shook a little, but much less than that of the other girls around her and she was not crying nearly as much, not wanting to disfigure herself with tears right away, knowing deep down much worse would come and from that real tears of fear and pain would fall, and for very good reason.

 

[DomG]

It was about time that this day had come about, Prince Dominic the Forth had been looking forward to it for years. Twenty five years old and the time had come for him to come and pick out his own wife to be from the multitude of princesses who were brought to this castle to be broken down, in fact he was to facilitate the breaking of the princess he chose, after all to have someone else break her down and remake her into a proper woman for him just wouldn't do, he knew for a fact that some of his fellow princes intended to use such crude things as gang rape and brutal beatings right off the bat to break down their own intended brides, which meant that he would have to pick out his princess right off the bat.

Fortunately Dominic had something of an advantage, during her own time here his mother had been a favorite of the queen who ran the castle and with the queen still being in charge all these years later he would be allowed to be among the first to chose his intended while the others had to wait. Those princesses were now arriving and Dominic sat next to the royal family of the castle, smiling and pretending to listen to what the queen's son was saying when in reality he was looking closely, trying to pick out the young woman who would be his. Really the man wasn't saying anything nearly important, he was recalling some experience with his own wife and how he had broken her with some sort of sensory deprivation, keeping her blindfolded and her ears covered for a month... not the sort of thing that Dominic was interested in at all.

It seemed however that the mistress of the home knew that he was uninterested in the blathering of her son and with a simple and regal nod she signaled him to begin his inspection and selection. Of course Dominic wasn't one to waste any time as all so picking up a riding crop, making his way toward the gather naked princesses, his focus immediately on the red heads whom he advanced upon, tapping the crop against his leg as he moved closer. Right away he discounted all but two of them, a strawberry blonde and one of a much richer shade. The others were already crying far to much for his liking, he wanted some strength from his wife to be, his strangely colored eyes seeking out any flaw that might detract from her perfection.

Finally he settled on the one with the darker shade of hair and the paler skin, his crop lashing out and smacking both thighs on the inside to get her attention. “Look at me.” He said, his voice soft but carrying a great deal of strength, the voice of someone who was used to having his words obeyed immediately. The crop moved upward, dragging the leather for a moment over her cunt and between her breasts before giving a quick tap underneath her chin. “I think that you will do nicely, tell me princess would you enjoy serving me with your body?”

 

[Vixen_Mistress]

Hearing some fall silent she looked up, but kept her head down watching as much as she could from the floor, her eyes catching the queen for a moment before noticing what she had done and now the man was moving across and to her small little group, and although she could not see much more than his boots she could feel his eyes all over her slender, perfect body, her hair covering her breasts as it fell across her chest and some of it down her back and other strands falling around her in a veil that hid some of her body. Feeling the man's presence near her she felt her body tense and shake a little, unease and wanting so badly to cover herself, but she had not done so, and concentrated on not trying to hide her body, and that alone took much concentration on her part since the basic instinct to cover her womanly parts.

Feeling the crop strike her delicate flesh she let out a soft whimper from close lips, more of a muffled yelp. And with his order to look up at him she obeyed, the crop lifting her head it seemed and she looked up at him with ice eyes, the color of the blue so stunning and almost white. His question was odd and she was not sure how to answer that. "I... I do not know My Lord... I do not even know my own body as others here do, but... I suppose yes I would... but I do not see why it should just be my body, the body reacts on its own often... but the mind and soul are different... would you not want me to serve you with my entire being My Lord?" She asked softly, wondering if it was just her body that he was interested in, or if he was interested in more and would want more than just her body later, wanting the truth so she could be prepared for this instead of it coming as a surprise when she is told what more he might want from her. She was so innocent, looking up at him and rather serious, but curious about her question to him, already answering him with a yes, but wondering if he wanted more since she would be his without a doubt.

Her father and mother had warned her of what would happen and what being chosen would mean, and to not be too afraid to ask such questions since in the long run it would please her master to serve her master with more than just her body since it would be much more pleasurable for him for her to mean it when pleasing him in any way she could. Arria was a very emotional and devoted girl, when she found something she wanted, or when it came to things like this, always striving to do her best even if it meant pushing herself too far and to tears to please others, whether it be with learning from instructors, or obeying her mother and father to assure that they were proud of her, and trying to be the best and stand out among many. Despite the strike to the thighs the crop had made her move in a way she was unaware, moving her hips a little and then her chest followed the movements until it had reached her chin, her movements and reactions adorable, and showing she was sensitive, as well as maybe a little excited by the thing, a little slight bit of wetness could be felt between her legs as she bowed there on all fours naked, and while the others fidgeted and struggled with their nudity she was worried, but she had seen others spanked for covering themselves at all. Instead her hands moved from in front of her knees to her hair pulling it back to give him a better look at her, her body within full view for him. "Would it please you for me to serve you my Lord?" She asked softly her voice sweet and rather calm, although she did not know much she was a fast learner, and knew all the lords and ladies taught their slaves how to please them personally so she had little doubt he would teach her the same. Arria kept her words short, quick and to the point not rambling, stuttering, or sobbing her words out as others might have.

 

[DomG]

He was so taken aback by her question that he had almost missed the way that she was moving with his crop, as though trying to stay within contact with the soft leather. An interesting thing that he took note of right away though he didn't miss the other princes and nobles moving in to inspect the princesses. This took Dominic aback a little bit because he had expected a little more time but perhaps the favor that his mother had with the Queen wouldn't take him as far as he thought. “That is a question that I hadn't thought of.” He admitted, speaking slowly while the crop continuing to move against her skin as though it had a mind of her own. He had just been looking for the most beautiful to begin with and had intended to mold her into the fitting woman but if she were already willing to serve him in any way possible then it would make things easier.

“I must say that you are more then beautiful enough, I have no doubt that your body would serve me wonderfully even if your spirit and heart chose to rebel.” He mused as the crop traced lower again, down between her thighs to the moisture that he thought he might be seeing, letting it gather as the leather lightly pressed to her. “However I think I would very much prefer you willingly, tying you down because it makes the experience more pleasurable rather then having to tie you down because I fear that you might try to harm me when I am satisfied.” That would be an unfortunate experience, there were rumors occasionally that a prince had died because he had been a little too cruel and his princess had managed not only to find a knife but to catch him unaware after to much wine had dulled his senses.

Raising the crop from her cunt me smiled as he pressed it to his lips, wondering if she would be smart enough to know what it was that he desired. “I am Prince Dominic the Forth, and yes I do think that you will do wonderfully...” He greatly enjoyed the view of her with her hair pulled back, exposing more of her body too him. It was tempting for him to grab her right then and there, drag her behind him into his chambers and claim her immediately, maybe not even waste the time and just mount her as she was... but he maintained his composure and turned back, nodding to the queen in a signal that he had chosen the young lady who knelt before him as his intended.

“Now I want you to go and find something provocative to wear and a bottle of wine, ask one of the maids if you must and then have them direct you toward the chambers that I occupy here. If any of the pages or other princes attempt to harass you just inform them that you are already claimed and that you master is not in the mood to share, at least not yet.” He would have to mark her as his, the chamber had many options, from a piercing to a brand... a public sign that she was forever his.

 

[Vixen_Mistress]

Smirking a little Arria looked up at him, tilting her head to the side a little, a little surprised that he had not thought about that, and for a moment she smiled a little and nodded her head to his compliment, "Thank you, I am glad you are pleased with my appearance, but am I to call you Master? My Lord? My Prince? Or something else that you favor?" She asked softly before silencing herself to listen to his talk of tying her down, the thought frightening if it was to harm her, but the idea of it as pleasure made her curious, and this little kitten was curious about almost anything that she heard or saw, and this was something she had heard of and was very interested in, not that she would ever admit it to her chamber maids for fear of them thinking she was a horrible young princess and wagging their fingers telling her that was not appropriate.

Hearing that she was to wear something provocative she blushed brightly, but did not disobey and wondered what the maids would find, or what she would be forced to wear, her imagination running with her a little, but then again it was alright for it to do that here, it seemed normal for it even. Seeing him look to the queen she followed his gaze for a moment seeing her nod back to him then look to her with a rather sweet smile, wondering if she herself liked playing with the princesses as much as the slave princes that were brought in. Obeying she asked him one last question before she went to do as he ordered, "Am I to crawl as they had back when my mother was here, or am I to walk?" She asked, seeing a few people looking over at her from the corner of her eyes, some very disappointed masters and mistresses upset that he had chosen her, since real redheads were rare and apart from the strawberry blond she was the only one that stood out, the others looked normal and were often looked over until lower lords could pick them and drag them away.

Once she had her answer (whether walking or crawling) she obeyed and as quickly as she could she went off to find the closest maid and ask her were to get what she needed and quickly she was ushered away and as they put her into a room full of clothing the seamstress looked over, making comments about her beauty and what would look perfect on her, stating to stay away from gold, silver would look best on her pale skin and red hair. Quickly the woman went to work and once she was finished Arria was surprised at what she found. The dress was hardly even a dress, the top a bikini that had one piece of cloth holding up the sheer skirt and the thong underneath very noticeable, but hiding her nipples and womanhood from sight, however the rest of her was on display with nothing left to the imagination. The bikini top was silver silk and the bottoms under the sheer black skirt like thing was silver as well, both very comfortable, and the skirt was black, but being completely see through it did little other than to be there just for show. She was quickly put into the thing, and her original earrings were replaced with dangling thin silver chains, around her upper arm was a silver arm band and around the ankle were a pair of silver anklets just so her entire body had something and made her look like an exotic pet. Once finished she was given the bottle of wine and lead through the halls by one of the maids to her new master's room, shaking a little since she was not use to such provocative clothing, let alone the comments or eyes all over her. Tapping gently on his door she entered and moved to set the bottle down on a table before moving to the foot of his bed kneeling as one of the maids had suggested, and she did look like a true vision of beauty in any way she was sitting, standing, kneeling, laying, bowing, all of it she did with grace, elegance, and surprisingly calmly, knowing things would get much more difficult than this.

 

[DomG]

He watched her smirk, interesting to see such an arrogant facial expression on someone who existed to serve him or anyone else who might claim her. Even more interesting however was the fact that he didn't care to wipe the smirk off her face... quite a sexy look for her though he wondered how long it would last. “Master or my prince are both acceptable... I will let you know if a different title will be allowed later on.” Perhaps in time and only in the right setting otherwise it would be inappropriate for her to be to familiar with him in this castle, the sort of thing that could get them both in a great deal of trouble, and getting into trouble with the Mistress of this castle was a terrible thing indeed, the last thing Dominic wanted was to end up in the kitchen at the mercy of those who worked there because he had offended the wrong person. “And for now I want you too crawl, slaves only get to walk when they have been given the right to walk... and you will need to earn that from me.”

From there he considered the conversation over and his princess dismissed, turning away from her and the others, several of whom were being claimed right then and there in the hall before everyone else who had been gathered. It was only when he was half way back to his room that something occurred to him, though he had just claimed her as his he had no idea what her name actually was, no doubt he should have asked her that earlier but it hardly mattered now, she was to belong to him and if he wanted to change her name he would be able to do so, only after he found out what her actual name was of course though. Once in his room, having passed a prince happily pressing his new princess against a wall and fucking her in the ass on the way there, Dominic settled in, unbuttoning his shirt and running his fingers through his hair before making his way into the bathing chamber. Once there he filled a bowl with the water that was pumped from the hot spring beneath the castle and splashed it over his face, wanting to be alert when his princess arrived.

Now feeling refreshed Dominic moved to the bet, lounging back with a book by Maquis DeSade while waiting for his princess to arrrive. Before long though there was the knock and Dominic set the book aside as she entered, the dress she was wearing looking fantastic on her, just what he had in mind. HE sat up for a moment and looked closely at her as she knelt at the foot of her bed before he spoke. “Next to the table where you set the bottle of wine you will find a cabinet with some wine glasses in it, you will pour me a measure and bring it to me... and also tell me your name, referring to you as Princess may be ironic but if you are to serve me, possibly becoming my bride then I think I should know your name.” Not that he would have any problem deflowering someone whose name he didn't know, more then once back home the maids who served around the manor found themselves bent over something with their skirts hiked up without a polite word or even a moment of foreplay, his own pleasure being first in these cases.

 

[Vixen_Mistress]

Watching him step in she found herself looking up at him and noticed his shirt was unbottoned, making her blush a little as it always did, noticing the differences in him as opposed to the knights training in the court yards at the castles, watching them as they fought with each other and sometimes would become a little distracted by her watching, no doubt many wished they could possibly gain her favor and more. In her own home she had been loved by many if not all the people, but here she was a stranger and it felt odd to her. Remaining there she listened closely to his instructions and looked to the cabinet he was talking about then with haste, but very gracefully she crawled over to the cabinet and did as he said, getting the glass and she poured the drink very carefully into it, making sure not to spill a drop at all. Crawling to him she found it a little difficult since she had to hold it and move without spilling any that way.

Once to his feet she held the glass up to him offering it as she spoke, "My name is Arria, Master." She said softly, knowing her last name would not matter since if he were to marry her she would have to take his. Waiting for him to take the glass she tried to relax, but she was a little nervous now, alone in his room with him, and now so many things came to mind as she looked around at at the place, taking note of what was in here and anything else that might be important. Then she looked down at herself, the outfit still clinging tightly to her body and letting him see everything she had, "Does the dress please you Master?" She asked softly, hoping it did since she was not too sure, but if he thought it was then that would be good enough for her since she was to please him, and she knew that was her only chore right now in this place, and while it was so simple she knew it would be difficult later.

She remained completely silent after her question and watched him, being very still and waiting for something, but what she did not know. Another order, some type of touch or word to her on if she did well, or if she was to be scolded for not doing something right, going over everything she had done and making sure it had been as perfect as she could manage to get it.

 

[DomG]

As she moved to get the wine Dominic watched her ass, the crawling causing it to move in the most delicious way, the sheer material of the almost dress sliding down between her legs and dragging behind her while making the piece that she wore beneath it even more pronounced then before. Such a wonderful and delicious little rear she had, the way that thighs had reddened ever so slightly from small taps of his thigh he knew that her ass would hold a welt for days at a time, red lines against the white flesh, a contrast that would help to highlight her beautifully pale skin. Others there wanted a more exotic looking princess, several of the darker skinned women from the east had been snatched up right away but to Dominic the classic beauty of the land was the best, the red hair only making her even more desirable then the would have been otherwise. As the returned to him with the wine Dominic reached out and took the glass from her, pleased that she had managed to bring it back to him without spilling a single drop.

“Arria... Arria.” He said, rolling the name over his tongue a little bit in order to to get a feel for it. Then he smirked a little bit. “I like it, I don't think I will be changing your name, somehow it fits you.” Changing her name would have been an unnecessary pain anyway, worthless showmanship trying to show that they had power over their new slave, Dominic was dismissive of such things. If you were in charge people recognized it, something as stupid as just changing someones name would never properly show others that your slave was yours to command. That sort of trick would only make them resent you needlessly, as worthless as removing a clitoris to teach a slave that they shouldn't feel pleasure.

Raising the glass to his lips he took a sip of his wine, taking his time before answering her question, he would do things at his own pace, never hurrying for her sake, never doing anything before he felt ready to do so. The wine was delicious, a little sweeter then he was normally drank on his own but still quite amazing and Dominic made a mental note to send his compliments to whomever stocked the cellar. After the sip of wine had slid down his throat, making him feel a little warmer and a little more relaxed then he already was. Only then, with the wine warming him did he decide to answer her.

“The dress does please me but not as much as the young lady who wears it.” He said as he reached out with his free hand in order to stroke her hair. “So much so that I am tempted to tear it off you and take you here and now... but that is hardly proper... a good Princess will work to earn such a reward.” He smiled a little bit now as he took another sip of the wine. “I believe your mother spent time here, just as my own mother did. Perhaps she gave you some advice or a lesson before you came here.” His eyes watched her carefully, waiting to see how she would react, alert for the smallest sign.

“Dance for me Princess, I want you to put on a seductive show for me and if you do a good job then you will be rewarded.”

 

[Vixen_Mistress]

She was surprised at the thought of him changing her name, knowing some did that, but she had not thought of that happening to her until he mentioned it. Nodding slightly she smiled, feeling the hand in her hair helped calm her a little, and she leaned her head against the hand, "Thank you Master." She said softly, mainly thanking him for letting her keep it. Moving a little closer to him she listened to him talk of the dress and her eyes widened, a little frightened at the idea of being used like that, and the outfit torn, tensing just a little, but she remained where she was, not pulling away or reacting as others might have. But when he mentioned her mother she shook her head with a shrug of the shoulders, "Yes she was here when she was my age. But she never came to like it as others did, once she was allowed to leave she left the one who had claimed her during her time here and wed my father, who knew of the place and disliked it as well, and he promised to never do what she had experienced to her, and then they had me. Mother told me of this place, and what happened here, and how horrible she found it. I suppose it does not have the same effect for everyone that enters. But once the queen and my mother made their alliance the queen told her that she would have to send me once I was old enough. She had hoped she would not have to, and tried over and over again to find me a suitor, but I refused them all." She did not mention why, since she herself did not know, maybe because they were money grubbing, greedy, bastards, or cared nothing for her other than her kingdom, or what she would look like without her dress on.

"No, mother had not given me much advice, and she kept most of what I saw in the hall to a minimum, not wanting to frighten me too much, but warning me of what would happen to me here, other than that she said just to simply endure it and I will be sent home as she was so long as I did not want to be my master's bride, later on of course." She said, knowing that in the end the queen had given her mother and other females a choice of staying with their masters, or return home and do as they please, with a good sum of gold for enduring it all, most never set foot there again if they left, and never wanted to be seen there for the humiliation of being remembered as the naked beaten sex slave they had been, humiliated and punished for others enjoyment. This made her wonder of how someone could stay here as a lord or lady if they went through this type of treatment, they must have felt angry with their tormentors, or even embarrassed to be around them for fear of whispers about when they had been a slave and bent over, or used for all to see. Her thoughts returned to her master, hoping she had answered his question.

Standing up she nodded and for a moment took a few seconds to stretch before she would dance for him, not wanting to twist, sprain or pull anything out of place since she had little doubt he would use her for his pleasure later and did not want to injure herself before then. She stood on a soft rug, enjoying the feeling under her barefeet and carefully she moved her body as she had been secretly taught. One of her female instructors at the castle had known many gypsies and wild folk, and had taught Arria how to dance, doing more than just a couples dance, such as waltz, or ballroom dances. This was much more beautiful belly dancing, and it was clear she practiced it, in secret, but none the less she was very good at what she was doing. Her whole body moved, not just arms or legs, no she moved her feet, legs, arms, hips and very beautifully danced for him, a song playing in her head that she loved. She kept going, a small smile across her lips, enjoying the feeling of someone else being able to see her, instead of having to hide her skill and talent for the exotic foreign dancing. Once finished she moved closer to him, still standing for a moment, waiting for him to tell her to either do something else, or kneel again, not certain what he would order her to do now, "Was that satisfactory master? In truth You are the first person I have truly ever been able to dance for other than my instructor, mother said it was not lady like, and was far too wild for a proper princess." She said, almost a sound of bitterness in her voice at that.

 

[DomG]

Dominic was listening carefully to everything that she was saying, any word that she she uttered might give him the leverage that he might need over her come time for her to decide if she would stay with him or not. That day might be quite a bit off and Dominic hadn't even decided if he would want to keep her permanently... but he wanted to make sure that should he decide to the option would be there for him. It seemed though that her mother hadn't enjoyed the time that she had spent there, something that Dominic found especially interesting when his own mother had 'found herself' here and had ended up marrying his father who had picked her out here.

The rejection of suitors was something else that Dominic took note of, a Princess was normally not brought here until they were eighteen and any Princess who was already engaged or betrothed was always excused from the tradition. Of course Dominic saw it as a rather simple thing, if she hadn't wanted to come here then all she would have to do was pick out a suitor and then stall and call off the engagement once the Queen had excused her from the detail. In his mind Dominic figured that she had probably wanted to come here, out of curiosity or was it because she craved the things that could be found here?

“If I were you I wouldn't just strive to endure what is too come, no doing that will only prolong your suffering and make everything worse for you by magnitudes.” He said with a small chuckle, having heard from more then one of the other princes who had gotten married to someone who had at first only tried to endure what was happening to them. “The best advice I can give you is to embrace everything, every sensation, learn to enjoy the pain as much as the pleasure.” There would be pain under his hand, not only as a punishment but because he did have a slightly sadistic streak and would seek to awaken any masochistic tenancies that she might have, hints of them having been seen when he used the crop on her, moisture had gathered between her thighs a clear sign of arousal.

Her dance though took everything from his mind, her sensual movements almost hypnotic to him, arousing him while it also cleared his mind of any conscious thought. As she stood before him, her body covered in a light sheen of sweat that helped to highlight her beauty, the flush of color on her breasts and cheeks only highlighting her beauty further. “I must say that it is wonderful, I have never before seen such an uninhibited sensuality demonstrated by a young woman... I don't think that it is possible for anything to be more lady like.” He praised her, having a hard time keeping his voice level as he stood from the bed, setting aside the glass of wine while a gentle hand pressed on her shoulder as a sign that she should be back down on her knees.

“Now why don't you pull down my pants, your dance was enough to earn my favor but not quite enough to get the pleasures that I can give you.” No he wanted to fuck her but he wanted to make her want it, to make it something for her to strive for.

 

[Vixen_Mistress]

Hearing his suggestion to accept everything she seemed to think about it before shaking her head, "I will try. In all honesty I wanted to see what it was like, while my mother disliked it, I am not her, and wanted to experience it for myself. Even if I do not enjoy it either." She said softly while she carefully went back to her knees in front of him smiling and blushing at his compliment to her dancing, "Thank you, I have never been allowed to dance at home for someone, just couple dancing at balls and festivals." She said sweetly. her beautiful blue eyes looked up at him before she spoke, "What are the rules here? In your room, I know what is expected of me outside the room, but am I allowed to look up at you inside the room or would you rather I look at the ground or your feet?" She asked, wanting to know what it was that he would want of her until she was free to do as she pleased, but a bride instead of a pet.

Once to her knees she looked at his pants and hardly hesitated before her hands went to his pants and gently moved her hands to the hem, unclasping it and then slid them down, her eyes down as her cheeks turned a bright red, not use to seeing a male like this, it was inappropriate for a lady to look upon a male like that in her home unless they were wed, and while she was far different from her mother she was still a bit of a shy young woman. Her eyes looked up slowly for a moment to see his member, surprised by the size of it even when not fully erect, knowing what it was and in what ways it was able to be used, but she could hardly believe that it would fit into her small slender body. Once his pants were down she looked back up to him for a moment, remaining silent and still for other orders, not too clear on what he wanted her to do, while she figured it out already she was a little nervous and had never done anything like this before so she needed instruction as well as a little encouragement to do what it was he wanted her to do.