RE: LA EYE'S ( Katy & Crimson )
Samantha squealed and closed her eyes tight against the sharp pain of the leather on her ass. Clenching her jaw she hissed through her teeth as the sting continued to deepen. And then she felt a hand under her chin, fingers and thumb squeeing either side of her jaw as her head was lifted up. She opened her eyes to see Sir Charles leaning forwards, looking directly at her.
"I'm... sorry..." she said almost through gritted teeth. When he let her go, pushing her head away a little as he did so, she watched him sit back and watched as Jessica's hand moved over to her husband's chest. She watched her draw her hand slowly down, undo his pants and ease his cock out. All the time Jessica watched Samantha. When Samantha looked back to her, she could see the questioning look... Jessica still waiting for an answer.
"Yes Je... Mistress." Jessica's smile broadened.
"Yes." She continued stroking Charles' cock slowly as he sipped on a large glass of brandy. "I heard that when you came back to the estate last week, you went down to that stable almost as soon as you set foot on your father's property. Panting like a bitch in heat just like old times eh Sam? Even after five years away... you could hardly wait to feel him inside you again. Well him... or Mr. Saxon. And apparently Mr Crawly and Mr Smythe too. And of course we mustn't forget the Colonel and his associates. You have been a busy little whore since you came back home."
Sir Charles laughed out loud. "Samantha is always a busy little whore. For all her fancy learning... and her lawyering and her investigating... deep down she is and will always be an out and out whore. I saw it. Alexander saw it. Colonel Brock saw it. And the new Fuhrer will see it too."
"Oh... now you've said that... that reminds me... " Jessica sat up quickly and walked over to the dresser, the thin red rob spreading out behind her as she walked. She picked up a thin piece of paper and quickly came back to the couch.
"I received this this morning from Alexander." She handed him the telegram. "He says everything's ready for your arrival. He and Alexandra will be at the airport to meet you." She looked back to Samantha who was still on her hands and knees in front of them. "I think he and Alexandra are very much looking forward to ... how did he put it... continuing your education."
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Sir Charles and Jessica looked at each other, and Jessica shrugged a little. "I'm not expecting anyone. " Mr Smythe immediately headed for the door. From the living room, they three of them could hear a muffled conversation but not really what was being said. A minute later, Mr Smythe returned.
"Sir. It's Sir Oswald. He dropped this off... " Mr Smythe handed Sir Charles his wallet. "Apparently you left it..."
"Oh... is he still here... Oswald? Come on in." As he spoke, Jessica stood up and Sir Charles put his cock away and zipped up his pants. Jessica looked at Samantha. "Stay there." she whispered.
""I'm sorry Charles. I didn't mean to disturb you this evening. Jessica, you look ravishing as ever. It was just... oh my." As he walked into the room fully, he saw Samantha. He was dressed in a black tuxedo, a white dress shirt and black bow tie and had a white scarf hanging loosely around his neck. Sir Charles smiled. He couldn't help but be a little smug about Oswald's reaction. "Samantha. Stand up and say good evening." Feeling her cheeks flush red, she hesitated for a moment, looking between Sir Charles and Sir Oswald, and then standing slowly.
"Good evening Sir Oswald."
"Charles. She is everything you said and the pictures you gave me earlier really don't do her justice. I can see why the Colonel was so impressed now."
"Wont you sit down. Have some brandy."
"No no... Diana is waiting in the car downstairs so I can't stay too long but... may I?"
"Of course..." Sir Charles waved a hand broadly in Samantha's direction and then he and Jessica sat down again. "We still have some work to do on her attitude I'm afraid."
"Really! Hmmm... I think I had a little insight into that this afternoon." He walked over to where Samantha was standing in the centre of the room. He walked around her, completing a circle. Samantha felt she was being inspected like a prize mare. She felt him step close behind her, just as he had earlier when he had put the necklace around her neck.
"Are you being disrespectful to your Master and Mistress my dear?" He ran his hands slowly from her shoulders down the length of her arms. She shivered a little at his touch and she felt a tremble run through her body. "When you are stood before your betters..." he took hold of of wrists, firmly but not tightly and eased them back bringing them together in the small of her back. "... you have your hands here." He pushed them gently into her lower spine and then his hands returned to her shoulders and eased them back. "... and you stand like this." He leaned in a whispered in her ear but loud enough for the others to hear. "Spread your feet a little wider." Samantha swallowed hard and in doing so was reminded of the collar around her neck. She moved her left foot a little further away from her right. Mosley smiled and walked around in front of her.
"Now that's better. When you stand before the men and women that you serve you must still show yourself to be a supplicant... open... available... obedient." He lifted one hand and brought his fingers under her chin, lifting it so that she was looking at him. "You have many masters my dear but your husband is a master above all others, even the Fuhrer. Charles is the man that you obey without question; you made that very prmoise to him yesterday. In addition, you may have one or many mistresses or indeed none at all; that is Charles' choice, but once he has made that decision, you will obey any mistress without question. Do you understand?"
Samantha's eyes flashed anger and her jaw clenched a little. But before she had the chance to say anything, she felt a firm slap across her cheek. "I said... Do. You. Understand."
"Yes... yes Sir." She felt the sting developing in her cheek.
"Good. Now... kneel down. Keeping your knees as far apart as they are now." Samantha did as she was told but her eyes were still fired with anger. "There... " he stepped back. "a whore's true position... when she's not on her back of course." Jessica giggled and Charles gave a mock round of applause to his friend.
"Are you sure you won't stay... I can send Smythe down to bring Diana up? Im sure Samantha is keen to show how good a service she can provide when she is behaving."
"It's a tempting offer but honestly Charles, I will leave you and Jessica to enjoy your new toy for this evening. And you know the breaking in is always the most fun. My advice is try not to break her altogether too quickly." He turned back to look at Samantha. "I will look forward to the time in the future though when I hope you will please me as much as you did the Colonel and his associates." With that he smiled and headed for the door. "Its okay Mr Smythe, I can see myself out."
"Now, where were we?" Sir Charles looked at Jessica who smiled and moved even closer to him. She leaned forward and kissed him as her hand undid his pants and eased his cock out once again. When she eventually broke the kiss, she looked at Samantha.
"You were stupid to make Charles wait so long but Im pleased that you have finally been put in your proper place. All those years when you thought you were so much better than me, than Charles... and now look at us.
And all those people yesterday who saw you displaying yourself... in light of your past, I thought an actual wedding dress was a little redundant. And those same people hearing you give yourself to Charles after denying him for so long. Giving your body to him. Swearing to honour him and obey him. And then as ever showing yourself to be the complete slut... on your knees... all those men... and still it wasn't enough to satisfy you was it? Do you remember how many cocks you sucked off yesterday Samantha?" She looked at Sir Charles. "I think I lost count after about a dozen." Samantha was about to open her mouth and suggest that that she was surprised that Jessica could count past single digits, but she managed to remain silent.
"And now today... you've gone all day haven't you without a single one. You must be getting quite desperate now... particularly after the party earlier on. I wonder what we might do about that Charles?"
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