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Slaves of the house - Lingering Desire/Ryax

Ryax

Ryax

Star
Joined
Dec 2, 2012
Location
Northern Europe
It was a hot and humid day, the sun was scorching and the bazaar was at full blaze. The meat market was positively buzzing with customers and merchandise from all over the world. Sprawling colors and sweaty bodies everywhere. This was actually a meat market, but not dead meat, living meat in fact. It was a market for people who wanted to buy slaves, and there was plenty to choose from. "You know, this time I think I'm going to let you pick one yourself. You did tell me that the last one would be trouble, and he was, very unfortunate really.", master Garland sighed as he looked around. "I'm positive that you can handle getting a good one for our little house this time. Pick a girl this time, ok?", he said to his long time slave, Leyland, trusting him in this endeavor to gain a new slave for their ranks. Leyland nodded, "Yes master.", he said with a rare glint of excitement in his eyes as he looked around.

Gerland got now slaves every now and then, he was a rich man, but he would soon go on a trip to the other side of the world, and in secret, he wanted to give his slave a present for such a long time of faithful and great servitude. He had made Leyland do many things over the years as his slave.

Leyland had been master Gerland's slave for just over five years, but only recently been allowed to start training new slaves in how to behave in their new house and how to successfully satisfy their master. Gerland let Leyland lead the way, passing tons of shouting merchants, shameful as well as proud slaves and light beatings. Leyland was a bit uncomfortable with the entire scene, he was never particularily proud of being a slave, but it was all that he knew since the day he could remember.

After spending about an hour, Leyland sighed, turning to his master with a saddened look, he hadn't found any slave that looked like a good addition to their house, that is, until he looked over his masters shoulder. The first thing that crossed his mind was 'Wow..', for he laid his eyes on a most beautiful and exquisite woman, chained in iron by the neck, grounded from being able to stray. Once he had laid his gaze upon her, he couldn't tear away from her, his masters concerned words slipping past him as he slid by in disgrace, pursuing the beautiful sight that was overrun with slave hoarding vultures of all sorts. "Out of my way!", he growled, shoving people aside like he was no slave but a master of the highest stature. He quickly arrived, the woman on her knees, looking to the ground in clothes dirty, poor and torn. Int he murmur of protest, Gerland was at the front as well, overlooking what was to happen. Leyland crouched down, gently reaching out and putting his gentle fingers under her chin; He wasn't afraid of getting bit, or getting hurt, or even attacked, he was ready to risk anything to be able to bring this one home. He raised her head by her chin, gently as he looked at her. "Come, stand.", he told her gently, rising up to his feet and taking the woman with him, gently tugging on her arm to help her up. "Let me take a good look at you..", he said softly once more as he slowly walked and took a lap around her, his eyes exploring her curves and features from around her feet all the way up to her hair and everything in between.

He turned to his master, ambiguous in his request, the slave he fancied would never know he wasn't the master, everyone else in the market knew however what he was. "I like this one. Let's take her home.", he said to his master, the others around them snorting at the disrespect Garland allowed with his slave. Garland smiled, laughed a bit even, "Absolutely, as you wish.", he played along, amused that Leyland felt so strongly about this slave that he even dared to show some master manners. He was a bit proud as well, as he knew his slave trainer would be a good fit to train slaves in the future, he had made a good choice.

Gerland conversed with the merchant and was soon able to buy her, not very cheap however. The merchant blindfolded the woman, unchaining her from the ground but kept the collar around her neck for flavor. It would be easy to remove once they came back to the house. "Don't worry, you're going to like your new house.", Lyland said to the woman, smiling to himself as he and Gerland set off towards their ride home, a horse drawn carriage.
 
Elizabeth was timid, the tiny girl was likened to a child as small as she was. Though one look at the woman and you'd know that she was no girl. The curves she had were dangerous and had brought many men to their death because of their possession of her. Her dark hair had been chopped to fall just above her breasts. the large orbs sat full upon her front, the dusky nipples easily seen through the dirty, paper thin shirt she wore. Stripped of any other garments she was bare before the crowd. Three days, this was how long she'd been here this time. The man that currently 'owned' her had only kept her locked in a cage when he wasn't parading her around on a chain.

The pleasure slave hadn't been used in over five months, the time she was sold by her former Master. He'd trained her again and she submitted to his will, with just a look she knew what to do. The second man wasn't so kind, nor was the third. She had scars on her flesh from them. One pierced her belly button, another her clit. Even now a bauble hung there, jingling with each step from the bell fixed between her legs. These weren't permanent and could be removed if one desired. She desired them to be gone but wasn't going to do anything about them.

Large blue eyes took in the rowdy crowd around them, them being herself and the man that walked her about. Exercise, it seemed was his means to get her seen. Men groped and sniffed, touched and one even dared to taste. Her thighs quivered in anticipation of the touch of his tongue to her innermost sanctum. She said nothing, keeping quiet as was asked of her long ago. However, no one seemed to want to purchase her. So she remained with this man being walked here and there and put on display in the middle of his selling area. It was here she was seen, on her knees in her submissive pose.

Head down to hide her true beauty and in rags. Eliza had a crowd of men closing in around her when she heard a voice over the others as well as a slight ruckus as the owner of the voice made his was to her. Slacks and feet arrived ad down at her level. Her heart began to thud wildly in her chest as long fingers came bravely forward to urge her chin upwards. The sun was too bright, but she saw a face. His words caressed her ears and her mouth moved to respond before she could stop it. "Yes, master." It was soft but it had been put out there. She wanted out of this heat and away from all the strange touches.

Soon she was on her feet and he was circling her. She saw him better. Tall, strong jaw and shoulders, close cropped hair that appeared wavy. In the opening of his shirt she saw freckles dotting his skin. Her blue eyes met his she turned away knowing she shouldn't look him in his eyes unless told to. biting her lip she held her breath as he made up his mind. Seeming to scrutinize her, she stood still and silent while he made up his mind. Watching, slightly amused as he turned to another man, older and well dressed. The words the lighter haired male stated made her smile inwardly, her eyes gleaming.

Her owner, however, stated she wasn't on the selling block yet and made the men grovel for her. Though while this went on he locked her back in the cage so the interested party couldn't pre-sample the goods. Eliza wondered if the man would sell her to them, she wanted to go with them, they looked safe and the younger man had kind eyes. Her seller came to get her, jerking her from the cage by her hair before securing something around her eyes and unhooking the chain from her collar. The heavy metal was tight about her thin neck and she wondered if her new owner would keep it on her.

Someone took her arm and began guiding her through the crowds. bare feet over rough stones and boards and other unmentionable things as they led her to their waiting carriage. She was helped up the stairs and onto a plush seat, she felt more comfortable on the floor but someone insisted and drug her up from the floorboards. The slip slop of horses could be heard as they took off. She wasn't sure she understood all that was going on. Silently she knew she wanted the blindfold off so she could observe the male that had bought her. Already his handsome face was chiseled into her brain. She wouldn't disappoint and she'd be the goodest, good girl he had ever had. His words caused her to smile, her lips lifting... the first time in a long time.
 
She was quick to call him Master, it was amusing to him as he was no real master, but he liked the feel of it either way. Her voice was soft, a hint of a lustrous nature long forgotten by repeated ownership and misuse, striking a chord in his heart as it washed over his being. It was amusing to see that she avoided his gaze, though still daring to sneak a peak, it was like she considered him a master in every way, even acting the part. It amused Leyland greatly. The negotiations to acquire this most excellent slave was over rather quickly, money and power were always good at persuading people, and his master had both in plenty.

Entering the carriage, Gerland helped her up the stairs, trying to seat her on her seat, but she apparently enjoyed the floor a bit more. He sighed, helping her by pulling her back up and seating her on the seats. No slave of his would have it uncomfortable unless he told them to, and then it would always be for a good finish in the end. Leyland was sitting in the front with the 'driver', being a slave there was no way he would be allowed to sit inside the carriage unless it was a very special occasion. This wasn't special enough, but Gerland often shifted the rules for his slave Leyland, ending up more like a subordinate friend then a slave. It was crowded though, and Gerland wanted to take a good look at his new purchase to see what the pricey cost got him. Gerland was not as attentive as Leyland was to bodily exclamations, he needed rougher motions to be able to see them, he never noticed the slight creak that was her smile, while Leyland would have noticed it immediately.

He stayed silent for the remainder of the trip, about an hour or two, studying his purchase to see what his master slave thought when he saw her. Of course he saw the luscious body of hers, though sullied slightly by her former masters, she was still a dangerous beauty that looked like she could please even the most well versed whores. He saw this to be fit for his master salve and good friend, but he didn't know that his slave saw more then just astounding beauty within this woman.

Elizabeth still had her blindfold on tightly, she was not to be able to return in case she would want to flee, merely a security precaution to protect his investment. Leyland was conversing lightly with the carriage driver, his voice slipping through the creaks enough to let her know that he wasn't in there with him. The bell bauble plonked almost silently between her legs as the carriage jumped around slightly quite frequently. They continuously ran over cobblestone, both hard and muddy ground and gravel, the sound alone could help her in an escape if she wanted, but it would have been a long shot as the roads were many with the same combination of noises.

Eventually they arrived at their mansion. It was situated in the middle of a large park, small lakes and ponds, various animals roaming free and beautiful trees and gardens stretching for a bit. The mansion was white, many large windows and two apparent above ground stories, the front holding a part of the roof up with ancient looking Greek pylons. The back of the building loomed out over the sea, secured in the mountain beneath so it wouldn't fall even by chance or a flood. The building went inside the ground down to the sea as well, all the way down to the beach. The steppes down inside the house were filled with pools and pleasure and leisure areas for everyone's convenience. This mansion was situated like a luxury hotel almost, to make the slaves more comfortable and live a life of leisure, pleasure and faithful servitude. Leyland had every intention to keep his pretty new slave in her nice little collar until she had mastered his master's house rules. It was a beautiful place to say the least, Leyland was excited to find out his new trainee's reaction when she would see where she had been taken.

They carried into the blossoming courtyard, stopping and Gerland got up and out, leaving Elizabeth in the carriage for a while, talking lowly with Leyland, about things she shouldn't know about just yet. Eventually Gerland returned inside his home, disappearing for the day with his share of slaves. Leyland approached the carriage door, getting inside and untying her blindfold and letting it drop, claiming it in his own hand as he smiled lightly at her. "Welcome to your new home.", he said softly, making his way out of the carriage again, stepping away for a bit to let her get some room and view the area when she stepped out.

As she had her fill of the surroundings, he was eager to show her where she would be living. "Don't get to carried away yet however, you have yet to see the inside.", he said softly as he began walking to their home, raising his right hand above his shoulder and motioning for her to come along with two of his fingers as he didn't look back, softly demanding her to follow his lead. He wasn't going to let it show that he had a small infatuation with her, planning to fight it if he could manage. He thought she was meant for his master, like everyone else was as well. He lead her through the entrance, going down the pleasure and leisure stairs about halfway before turning left into a corridor, leading to her appointed room. They had passed many slaves, dressed, non dressed, pleasuring each other and themselves. It's what they did, in here that was considered a happy coincidence of their training.

Elizabeth's room was decorated with deep red colors, a lush bed with many fluffy pillows and a soft, big cover and red silken drapes hanging over her bed from the ceiling. Flowers decorated her room as well, deep and sensual colors mixing passionately being a reoccurring theme for this room. Leyland turned to Elizabeth, watching her every reaction and unable to do anything else then to savor it silently, happy that she was his new trainee. "This is your new room.", he said in a friendly and soft, yet ordering manner as he was portraying himself as her master for all intents and purposes was he to be treated as such anyhow. "Follow me.", he said once more as he lead her out towards the pleasure stairs again, making his way across between the pools and soft grounds to the showers at the other side. "Here are the showers. Get yourself cleaned up and let's meet out here in about an hour, feel free to take a few moments to yourself exploring the place. Have something to eat, it's all around, really. Also you could dress yourself in something nice, you have clothes in the showers and in your bedroom. Don't be ashamed to walk around naked if you wish, it's only natural here. And don't be tardy.", he demanded. He wanted her clean, warm and comfortable for the next part as he was going to measure what she already knew and yet didn't know. "Oh and the collar doesn't come off until I say it does.", he teased her, knowing that she would probably be bothered by it for a while. With that he left her alone for the next hour, then her skill would be measured for a while, then her first day would end.
 
Eliza was confused, thoroughly. She heard the fair haired male speaking, but it was muffled almost as though he took it upon himself to drive the carriage. Tilting her head, aware of the older "Servant" in the carriage with her she attempted to listen to him and for him. Hearing the bell peal once she closed her thighs and prayed the damn thing would remain silent. Her slim fingers remained in her lap on the tattered fibers she wore. Worried about the male she was locked in with she remained absolutely silent so she could hear or sense his movements, if they came.

Although the carriage jostled her, she remained seated on the cushion as though she were a queen or a princess of some distant royal land. Her legs crossed and her back remained straight with her shoulders back and her breasts bouncing with each movement. She was aware of this and Gerland's eyes on her. Though she didn't feel he was a threat, only sizing her up and taking her in. Perhaps he was under the employment of her master to see to the affairs of the household. She wasn't certain but felt it was his job.

Feeling the carriage slow and finally stop she cocked her head as the man moved from the carriage. She said nothing and stayed in her spot as she was left to sit and wait. Unaware of their quiet conversation she sat taking in the sounds of birds tweeting in trees and the chattering of squirrels, the drop of an acorn or a piece of branch as they jumped from tree to tree. A soft scuff of shoe drew her attention, tilting her head she blinked and the blindfold had fallen. The handsome face that was etched into her head was back. With a wide smile she greeted her master. Her fingers curled around his as she dropped to the ground beside him. Soft blue eyes flitted here and there, taking in her surroundings... the new home he welcomed her into.

She stood in awe, silently delighting in all the place had to offer, and this was only the outside. Not forgetting her training, she followed close to his heels at his gesture. Though not knowing how he moved was a hindrance and she found herself moving too quick and almost running into him at every abrupt turn. Her eyes remained focused on the ground until the muffled sounds of moans and gasps hit her ears. Lifting her head she saw a group of mixed genders lounging poolside and going to town. This was not abnormal for her and it caused her lips to lift in a smile as it made her think of her first master, the kind one.

She left her loins flutter and hoped her master would toy with her soon enough. Glancing up she saw that Leyland had moved beyond her. Hurrying her steps, she followed him into what appeared to be her room. The rich red tones added depth to the otherwise plain room. It was lovely. It took her a moment to take it in. Everything looked so inviting, but looking down to herself she felt dingy and dirty and out of place. Her lips curled in a bright smile when he confirmed what she thought.

Following him, she was brought to the showers and closets. They appeared open, but his stating their was clothing in her room she smiled. Had he picked things he liked for her in the room? She bit her lip as he gave her instructions to meet him on the soft grounds, she'd noticed a bench, sheltered from the sun but offering a nice view of the coy pond and the open air around them... this would be where he could find her. Her fingers lifted and traced the tight symbol of her status. She hated the wretched thing and much preferred something given her by the master that claimed her. Knowing he'd be meeting her in an hour she smiled, "Thank you master..." She dropped and kissed at his feet, something she was taught at her first house, before rushing off.

Stripping the think fabric from her body she turned on the shower full blast and allowed the heat to surround her as it burnt of months of crust and grime. She washed her hair three times and her body four. She shaved and conditioned and then dried and lotioned her slightly tan skin. Finding a deep green robe she wound a towel around her hair and moved back to her room. There she dressed in a soft butter yellow dress. It was cute, but the white lacy lingerie beneath it made her feel her place. Snapping garters into place and slipping on heels she brushed her hair and pulled it back into a loose bun at the nape of her neck.

Eliza sat upon the stone bench and stared at the sky, the fish and then the grass. All in an effort to kill time and settle her nerves. It had been a while since she felt any nervousness building up in her body. It was nice to know she was still a human, capable of emotions and feelings. She smiled.
 
He looked down, smiling slyly at the woman who groveled and kissed his feet, thanking him. He wasn't used to this happening to him, he had seen it a couple of times before however with other slaves and other masters. In this house it usually sufficed with a deep bow for a short duration. It was a nice touch that she groveled and kissed his feet though, but he would teach her the proper way of the house soon. He said nothing to acknowledge her thankful attitude, only smiling to himself as he headed off. Leyland liked his new slave trainee, anxious to see how she was trained and quite frankly to see her in action.

He didn't much care for the collar that she had, it didn't fit her at all, or the house. The recognized slaves of the house had a choice in wearing a thick, dark blue colored hard leather collar with softened edges and a ring of soft leather on the inside carrying the soft fur still so it would be more comfortable and pleasurable to have it on. The higher the recognition within the house, the more adorned and colored the collar would be. While Leyland didn't have a collar himself for the moment, it was only because the higher ranking slaves could choose to wear their collars or not, and Leyland simple wished not to wear his when he was training new recruits unless he was specifically instructed to do so. While was away, he made a request for the lowest ranking collar to be fetched for his new trainee, for a slender neck. It would be finished when she was with her new training. As he said before, she would have to learn the house rules and obey them properly before she earned the right to get the dirty and hurting iron collar off of her neck and put on the house one. He wasn't about to make things a breeze for his trainee, no matter how he felt about her right now. For he did feel for her, she was an absolute beauty, gorgeous curves and hair, even when clad in dirt and filth as she was. He was anxious to see what she looked like clean and proper. Anxious to lay his gaze on her eyes and smile once more.

After about an hour he came back, walking down the steps as he headed to the spot where she was told to meet him. She sat there, on the bench facing the ocean further away, overlooking the coy pond and a small patch of soft soil and grass. As he approached, he felt his stomach jitter, butterflies appearing like never before. He was nervous, anxious, dying to see what she looked like. She had obviously picked one of the dresses he had supplied for her room. The way that her body looked like in the rags, he knew she would be gorgeous in that specific piece, especially with such an outstanding body as her's.

Braving his jittery stomach, he went up to the bench, sneaking up behind her as he sighed softly to get her attention as he gazed over the beautiful scenery. "It's a beautiful place, isn't it?", he asked her, wanting her thoughts about it, even if they were as simple as yes or no. He walked around the bench and faced her, smiling softly but formally at her. "Good choice of clothing. Now, come to the grass. It's time to asses your previous training.", he said softly, going to make her show him her training, thought not with himself. He wouldn't be able to assess her as well if he was playing with her himself. Though he wanted to, oh how he wanted too. Her body was astounding, especially when accentuated and shown off by the dress she was wearing.

Once she came up to him, Leyland called for Oscar, who he had spotted not far from their position. A routined slave trained in the house under his rule, his first trainee actually. Leyland had trained Oscar with a more relaxed approach, they ended up with a closer relationship then most of the slaves in the house had to any. Oscar was quick to come to his trainers aid, bowing deep as was the house rules to the higher ranked, "Yes master, what is your bidding?", he asked in a polite and soft way of voice. Leyland was smiling still, walking away to the bench and sitting down, crossing his legs and his arms out along the top of the back support. "Simple, really. You're to be kissed.", he said simply, looking to his new save, which he still didn't know the name of yet but intended to find out before the day ended. Her name mattered little to the house, his duty to the house came first, assessing her previous training came first thusly. "New girl, kiss Oscar like you've been trained by your previous masters.", he demanded as he looked at them.
 
Eliza heard the soft intake of breath, she rose spotting him. Her blue eyes met his briefly before dropping to her feet, prepared to drop and wrap herself around his leg as he stood there watching the same scenery she'd gazed at for the last twenty minutes or so. Being asked a question she lifted her gaze from her feet. "Yes, it's lovely here. Thank you for bringing me home, Master." Her voice was genuine with her answer as she looked out at it again, she was thankful.

Moving to the grass she felt her heart begin to pound, now would be the time. Her fingers ached to touch him, her lips to kiss him and her body to have him. Everything ached. The pretty lingerie beneath had been picked with him in mind, the dress as well. Her eyes questioned, but only briefly, she'd been beaten for it a the last two places she served, her first master enjoyed her curious mind and didn't properly train her, in all things. Her eyes flitted toward Oscar who stood looming next to her. The bow was proper here, she took note of it but said nothing.

Eliza didn't wish to kiss this man, but in wanting to please her Master she would do as he asked. This much she knew. Giving a slight nod she stepped forward, her rosy lips slid along his bare chest before she rose to the tips of her toes and pressed her lips to his. She kept the kiss chaste, her tongue staying in her mouth. Her fingers trailed over his flesh, imagining in her head it was the Master. Her lips moved down his neck and to his chest before she paused.

With three different house training's under her belt she wasn't certain which kiss he wanted so she prepared to go for the second house way. Dropping to the ground she pressed her face to his feet and kissed the tops, pressing her cheek to them before moving up and cherishing each inch of his body. Her lips and tongue greeted each part she could, even through his clothing. Her dainty fingers caressed along his crotch area, hoping to spark and bring life to the clothed cock she felt beneath the layers. Up his stomach and chest and up to his cheeks where she kissed softly.

The third house training taught her that when master wanted a kiss it was on the cheek and then she was to kneel. So after placing the kiss to his cheek she knelt and wrapped her arms about his leg and knelt pressing her lips to his leg, waiting for further instructions. her lips pressed to Oscars flesh but her eyes gazed into those of Leyland.
 
Meeting her blue eyes if only for a brief moment did already stir Leyland's emotions around, his interest for her fluttering about as he battled his personal emotions with his master role over her. Her enchanting voice agreeing with him didn't exactly help resolve the commotion within him. Though the role as a master, her trainer, came first, his loyalty to his own kind master came first as well.

Leyland didn't know she felt that way about him, didn't even know that she actually thought of him to be the master of the household. Little did she know that he felt the same about her, the moment they met in the crowded and lewd streets of the market meant the world to him, that he could feel such spark and such lust towards someone.

The life of a slave often included doing things one did not wish to do, like for Elizabeth to kiss Oscar and not Leyland on which her desires lay. While Leyland had wished her to kiss himself instead of his underling, the role of master and loyalty to the house was strong, it was difficult for him to betray it, until she actually began that is. Watching her slowly caress, tease and kiss Oscar's body had mixed reactions for Leyland, his master role simply considering her performance, but his personal role growing anxious and slowly commanding his blood on a different path, giving life and energy to an otherwise dormant section of his body.

Oscar had also made due note of how much of a beauty the new slave was, it was no hard feat to get him excited as she so diligently showed them her kiss on him. As Leyland had trained Oscar, he could see when the man became aroused, and to now surprise the man had clearly become genuinely aroused by the newcomer. Soon the only thing Leyland could think of was why that wasn't him that she kissed, but his pupil instead. He wasn't short on noticing how she looked right at him when she could, her eyes fixed upon his as if looking for another command or lustful want, a gaze like closely watching and waiting for the next move. Without even touching him directly, Leyland was already affected with lust for his new underling, his groin stirring and threatening to tighten his long pants and giving him anxious pain through constriction.

"Alright, that's enough. Oscar, leave us.", he demanded, surprisingly enough to himself he managed to keep his cool yet. Oscar hesitated for a moment of a second before parting with Elizabeth and bowing to Leyland, "As you wish, Master.", he said, leaving them just like that. Oscar wasn't happy about having to leave from such an interesting beauty, but not particularly keen on making yet another show for his master either. Leyland on the other hand felt a bit relieved, uncomfortably enough. He had never felt like this, wanting to personally break someone in rather then supervising, correcting and improving indirectly. A strong lust stirred in him, a lust to lay his hands on Elizabeth, a lust to personally teach her the correct ways of the house. "I see I must teach you directly, I won't be able to properly assess your training otherwise.", he said, a lame excuse for wanting her hands on him alone for the moment, but an urge he felt he couldn't ignore.

He rose, if one did take a look, it wouldn't be hard to spot his excitement. Waking over to her on the soft and tingly grass, he motioned for her to rise, "Rise.", he said, now standing right in front of her. "In this house, a requested kiss is simply a kiss, plain or not is up to your master.", he revealed simply before continuing, "While I do find it interesting that your previous training of a kiss is merely a gentle gesture before proceeding to something heavier and more personal, it's not to be confused with that in this house unless otherwise hinted or explicitly instructed.", he told and revealed to her again, his personal interest in her lewd approach about it trickling in as he was unable to contain his want for her completely. "Now, do it one more time, but on me instead. Give me a kiss.", he demanded, a simple kiss at that was what he was expecting. The way that she was allowed to do it was not specified however, he was simply anxious to lay his lips on hers.
 
Eliza loved how he met her eyes, blue on blue. It pleased her to no end that Oscar grew aroused. The months without had been hurtful, her body was needy and she needed release as much as she wanted to please him, this Master was kinder than the others. Her eyes flitted up from her kneeling position to watch Oscar. He seemed not wanting to leave, perhaps she would see Oscar later as the assessment continued.

Dipping her head she watched her hands fold over one another in her lap. Was she so ill trained he needed to do this. She'd been broken in by the Master before, but for him to state he'd be teaching her directly. It made her feel inadequate and unworthy. Nodding her head she allowed her emotions to move away. At least it would be him and her.

Hearing his feet hit the grass, she lifted her head to watch him. Like a panther stalking his prey, he moved. Power, grace, and strength. Looking over his body as she rose, she spotted his desire. Praying it was she that made him feel this way, filled her. Her heart thumped wildly as he spoke. Her hands didn't move, although they wanted to caress his chest through the shirt. She bit her lip, she was trained this way, to initiate at the second house and the third as a greeting.

A simple kiss, only a kiss and nothing more. After all of her training she knew she could hold back but did she want to? No. Eliza looked up at him as he ordered her to kiss him. As though he hadn't needed to even ask she closed the distance between them in a matter of seconds. Hands lifting to caress his chest and trail up to his shoulders. Her fingers remained there, though the shook a bit, wanting desperately to touch and explore him freely, like an equal... a lover. Her soft moist lips met his. A electrical current ran the course of her spine as she, shocked, broke the kiss briefly. Only to return her lips to his.

Stretched to the tips of her toes she kissed him, careful not to press her body to his and using her hands only to anchor herself. She aimed to impress and not disappoint. Needless to say, she followed his lead. Going only as far as he wanted with the kiss. Almost impatiently she waited to feel his tongue caress her lips, her tongue eager to break from the confines of her mouth and explore his, but only if he allowed her. Sadly, a low moan left her vocal box. The sound full of need and desperation.
 
She had received a more whoreish training from one of her previous training, her graciously molded body had obviously been used for fouler things, but such were not the ones of this house. Her new house was more pure, not a whore house, but a place to gather his Master Gerland's slaves, be it pleasure slaves mostly, but he had an impressive collection, each and every one beautiful, never more soiled once they set foot in here, only loved.

Leyland enjoyed her approach however, because seeing such a look and expression of desire towards you from the one your heart thumps for is a delicate and sweet thing hardly able to be explained in mere words. Once her fingers touched him, his heart thumped faster. Once her hands trailed up to his shoulders, his heart thumped harder. Once her lips met his, a warm feeling enveloped him softly spreading throughout his flesh as he felt invigorated. She smelled sweet, the scented body oils, soap and shampoo working wonders on her previously grime covered appearance. She broke the kiss so quickly however, he wondered why, but stopped so once her lips caressed his quickly again. Soft, a bit moist, a wonderful pair of lips she had on top of everything else she already had, it was as if she was crafted by the gods themselves to please any man that could fetch her from the other. Straining to keep to himself, to let it be business and not purely pleasure, he was failing. Her body just out of reach, anchoring himself on his figure as she stretched herself up on her toes, so close, yet so far away she seemed even as she was kissing him. A tease like that.

The final straw was drawn when she suddenly let her truth slip her throat, the man's defenses caved and he could no longer keep away. He no longer wanted to train her, instead he wanted to mount her and welcome her home. Returning her kiss as he had already done, he more so let his tongue caress her lower lip softly, as if inviting her to play a game of tag. He could no longer contain himself, the lust and attraction towards this slave was definite and could not be denied anymore by him. Slipping his right arm along her waist, his hand trailing her shape across her back as he brought her in close to him, their bodies pressed together. He could feel her soft bosom against his steady chest, her lower abdomen teasing away against his desire for her down below. While he had another hand, it was not long until it too was occupied, moving it to caress her bottom, helping to press them closer together at that. A burning desire showed strong for her, the flame within his lower abdomen coursing through his nerves and poisoning his head, craving her supple flesh against his any way possible.

After a mere moment, but what felt like an eternity of pleasure for him, he broke their kiss, his lips sliding down her cheek to her neck, planting a few soft and lusting kisses along it before he stepped back just out of range. Desire in his eyes, he looked at her, watching her reaction and anxiously awaiting what she would see fit with the next thing he would like her to show him. "Say your Master was aroused after this. What would you do next to help your Master get rid of this affliction?", he asked her, wanting to see which way she fell and how she would approach it, introducing a bit of freedom for her, but also a way to introduce suspense and surprise for himself. He didn't simply want to command this woman to do his every bidding, at least not for this time.
 
Eliza saw the confusion painted on his face when she broke from the first kiss. So caught off guard by the sheer emotion and, dare she say, sparks. It rightfully shocked her into the second kiss. She wanted to please the Master, it wasn't often that one would find themselves deliciously attracted to their Master. Though, in this case it was a delightful addition. Her heart thundered in her chest as she awaited some sort of move. Thankfully it came, the slight brush of that pink muscle along her lower lip. She nearly sighed in relief. Opening her mouth her own muscle came out to play. Dragging along the smooth surface of his tongue as his hand moved along her back to reel her into him.

Her body molded to his, fitting extremely well given the height difference. Another pleased sound left her when she felt him against her soft lower stomach. Though he didn't know it, her womanhood quivered in response. She wanted to know him in EVERY sense of the word, to feel his body pulsing within hers, to know his heartbeat as her own, to see his desire for her in his eyes. Banked like a ever burning fire. The hand caressing her rump made sure she wasn't backing away again, not that she wanted to.

Had she been anything BUT a slave of pleasure she'd have begged this man to her bed. To sample her wares and taste her goods, but alas, she wasn't able to ask for such things. So, as silently as possible, she stood upon that lush grass area and kissed this man. Putting everything she could into this kiss to let him know what it was she wanted. Him, with every fiber of her being... him.

Swearing she heard a soft growl as they kissed, she inwardly smiled. Feeling his lips move along her flesh she whimpered a bit, her knees were quite weak and she held to his forearms when he pulled back. Her blue eyes were wide, gazing up at the man with adoration. His question was easily answered and several options came to mind, however the best solution would be to just blow his mind.

Nodding she slipped to her knees and made quick work of his trousers. Nimble fingers working loose the straps. She knelt before him in her yellow dress, her pink lips being licked by her eager tongue. Eager to taste him and get to work. Pulling his length from beneath his boxers she smiled and looked up at him once more before focusing on his erection. One hand caressed his shaft, as the other pushed his pants down and then his boxers. Her mouth placing soft kisses on each inch of flesh she uncovered, especially the very tip of his cock.

Eliza drew her tongue around the head of his cock, before continuing to stroke him as her head dropped lower to show his testicles some love and affection. Her mouth worked over the seed carrying orbs for a moment before returning to lick over every surface of his cock. The teasing went on for a bit, her licks going from soft and playful to harder, treating his manhood like the most flavorful ice cream cone. Her fingers held him steady, while the other slid up under his shirt to caress the flesh there. She moaned at the taste of him, he was pleasant and something she could easily get used to .

However, the time came when she wanted her actions to progress. The teasing had gone on long enough and now it was time to get down to business. Her small hand circled the base of his shaft, her lips pressing around the head of his cock while her tongue swirled and stroked. Slowly her lips encompass and move beyond the head of his cock, her hand gently squeezing his shaft while the other continues rubbing along his stomach and sides. Glancing up to him she watches him for cues on what seems to feel the best. Beginning to bob her head she rubs the head of his cock on the roof of her mouth before allowing him to edge toward her throat. Faster and faster she bobs, her throat constricting around his head slightly as deeper and deeper he goes into her throat.
 
Such a sweet relief, yet potent fuel for Leyland's desire towards his new trainee, to be able to feel her against him like this, her body molded with his in their kiss of underlying desire and passion. He could feel her emotions though their kiss and intimacy, their desire for each other showed clear as day with their lips together. Enjoying how she had gotten weak in her knees, having to support herself on him for a short while as he pulled back, her blue eyes eagerly looking up at him. With an expression like that, and his direct affection with her, it was almost hard for him to ask his question, but his trainer background over the years and his powerful desire for her at this moment made the whole thing a lot easier.

His question was answered quickly, it was like she already had in mind what she wanted to do with him. Leyland didn't mind, in fact, it was what he wanted. He wanted to feel her supple lips not only on his own, but on other parts of his body. His desire craving attention more then just a clothed grind. It was easy to see that she was a pleasure slave due to her quick work with his trousers and straps holding them up. He looked down, catching a glimpse of her lust for him, the way that she licked her lips. Most slaves wouldn't go into such passion or display such lusting scenery for their viewer. It was either that she was taught very, very well, or she actually wanted him as a person wants another. Leyland was hoping for the latter, cause it would be returned with much delight.

Unable to contain himself properly as a trainer, he bit his lower lip in anticipation as he watched her. Soft, noiseless moans escaped his lips once she began caressing and kissing him. She already showed promise, his anticipation for her next moves growing quickly. He bit his lip even harder, her soft lips feeling wonderful as they played with his groin. While it felt great, it looked great too, she was putting up quite the show for him. The more she teased and played with him, the more his desire grew for her to take him in. It didn't take long for her to make him moan, her mouth loving his testicles and his entire length let a soft moan slip past his lips, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

Eventually the time came when she decided to end the teasing, to let him feel the world of pleasure she could give him. It was just that for him, soft moans slipping his throat as he looked back down on her again. She pushed him against the roof of her mouth, a soft moan slipping past his lips once more at the decisive fleshy softness caressing his tip. A longer moan erupted once again softly as she edged him down her throat. The amazing feeling of her throat constricting around his length, more and more of it easing down as she bobbed her head on him, seemingly loving every inch of what she was working. Opening his mouth slightly, he was breathing harder now that her pleasure was washing over him for real. He brought one of his hand gently on top of her head, softly brushing it down the back of it for a little while before he slipped it inside her hair, his hand resting on the back of her head, following her motions simply for now. Before he knew it truly himself, he was grabbing her hair, lightly yet decisively as he began taking over the motions and movement of her head bobbing on him. He was pulling her head back slowly, even pushing her back on him again slowly, gently pushing her throat around his length once more. He did this a few times, moaning lovingly at the pleasure washing over him from the loving yet decisive control.

He pulled her head back, his cock slipping out of her mouth and letting her rest her mouth for a bit as he let go of her hair. "Enough.", he said simply, stepping out of his pants, walking behind her, a hand on her chest and her back, laying her down softly in the grass. It was his time to play with her. Leyland cared not for that they were out in the open like this, it's what they did in this house. He walked around again to her front, kneeling down as he brought his hands under her bum, lifting her lower body up in the air as he slipped behind her, letting her butt rest on his chest. Looking down into her eyes with desire, his hands slowly ran up, or down, whichever way you'd look at it, her legs. Starting on the outside, he slowly brought them in to her inner however. He leaned down, resting his arms on her legs as he began kissing her legs, softly, his lips brushing up and down her skin while his eyes still were fixed on hers.
 
Hearing his moans and intakes of breaths Eliza could only inwardly smile as her mouth loving worked over her masters cock. feeling his hands she slowed and moved his cock deeper in her mouth and even, down her throat. It was when he took over that she truly enjoyed it. The way he pulled her forward and back on his cock, showing her the way he wanted to be pleased. her tongue moving to caress him each time he pulled her head mouth off of him. Her own moans added to his, her hands wrapping about his strong thighs.

Wishing to hold on and bring him to completion she figured he'd release her and allow her to finish him on her own. However, when he pulled her head back she grew worried. His cock slid out of her mouth, her tongue flickering over the head. His simple command had her pulling her tongue back in and staring up at him. She didn't question, though her inner workings quivered at thinking she wasn't good enough for him.

This was eased when she realized he wanted to see more of her. It was a test after all, each level passed only meant a new one was to come. Still fully dressed she stared up at him from her prone position on the grass. Soon he was between her legs and lifting her, moving her into position. Her ass rested on his chest, her legs up in the air above her head as his lips lowered to caress the flesh of her legs. Her yellow dress hitched slowly to reveal the white lace undergarments and the tops of her garters.

Biting her lip she stared at him, his long fingers caressing her legs. Eliza moaned softly, her eyes holding his gaze. It was the most erotic thing, to stare in ones eyes as they torment you slowly. She gasped for breath, writhing beneath him and trying not to move. her hands toyed with the grass beneath her, until they found his legs. She stroked her fingers over his flesh. Her large breasts moving to nearly block her view from his eyes. Moaning out a soft, "Master."
 
Leyland found it amazing to be able to feel her throat constrict around his length, even if just for a bit. He made sure to feel her snug, slippery and warm throat some more as he took control. His new interest seemed eager to please, her tongue constantly flicking and caressing his skin when it could, her moans mixing with his and a pleasured smile set upon his lips, biting his lower lips as he was fighting the urge to push himself to completion. Her technique was brilliant, effectively bringing him a strong urge to want this forever but also to release himself inside of her. His training helped him to fight her overwhelmingly good technique and then he decided to give something back quite simply. She was his slave and woman of affection, and he didn't just want to let her go about it completely as their first encounter.

Flipping the positions around, he felt her fingers caressing his lower body. He was constantly locking an intense gaze with her, letting his lips caress the flesh of her legs, his hands only moving over the silky garments separating her flesh from his touch. His kisses began traveling closer to where her legs met between her legs, but never directly coming in contact with her prize. He even began nipping at her flesh softly, teasing and biting playfully in hope that she liked that sort of thing. He would know if she did, listening intently to her moans and looking for her every expression. Moaning quietly for himself as he tried to still lock gaze with her, it was hard when her supple breasts were in the way. Not only kissing, he began to start mixing in slow, demanding licks closing in to their ultimate target but never actually meeting it. He enjoyed teasing her, enjoyed her moans, gasps and wriggling. He wanted to keep her on the edge, gasping for air, moaning from how he handled her and lusting for him. Leyland enjoyed being in control just as much as he liked being in control over. It was only natural since he'd been a slave all his life.

Enjoying the soft pleasure torture, he proceeded with the next part, he knew it was going to be agitating and would quickly build an intense amount of lust and desire for her. It's what he wanted, he wanted her to really, really want him before he would let her. His kisses brought themselves onto her center, the only thing separating their flesh still being her silky soft garments as he had planned, hopefully creating some agitation and lust to just rip them off and properly let him pleasure her. Not only kisses did he use, he also took the liberty to take long, slow and decisive licks, making sure to apply enough pressure with his tongue over her entire clothed pussy, leaving no part unattended. He released a soft, lustful moan as her scent and taste teasingly hit him through her damp lingerie panties. Watching her every move and expression, listening to her every noise as well in order to find out what she liked the most, what she desired for him to do to her.
 
Eliza wanted the contact, the knowledge that he would bring her to the point of no return and allow her to dwell there until she was spent. It sent her heart racing as he continued his assault. The bites caused moans to fall from her lips, raspy breathy moans of pleasure. Her eyes begged him to touch her THERE, in that secret place he was avoiding so far. His tongue was hot, sending charged currents through her body. The way he teased her, she knew she wasn't allowed to object even though she wanted to.

Instead of moaning and writhing she wanted to demand he end his journey between her legs and go for the treasure that awaited him there.

The first touch caused her hips to buck, her nails to scratch on his legs as she whimpered in pathetic need for his touch. Her body jerked as the warmth of his tongue caressed her wet cleft through the white under things. "Oh... oh please... Master." She begged in whispers. Her pussy quivered under his ministrations, through her panties and she felt like she might die.

It was pleasure and torture to feel his tongue just out of reach, she was so aroused she could feel the dampness and pick out her scent in the open air. Having been more shy she was certainly forgetting where she was with him. Her back arched, her face disappearing behind her heaving breasts. If only she could have more, but she knew only more was in store for her. "Master... it's been too long. I don't wish to d-disappoint you..." She took in a ragged breath, "May I have you, my desire is too strong and I fear I will burst soon. Please Master, just take me..." If he couldn't see them, there were tears clinging to her eyelashes and running from her eyes into her hair. Soft tears of want, desire and need.

Each inch of her flesh longed to be touched. The silken, bare folds longed to be wrapped about his erect member. Taken to bliss and brought back to life. Her fingers clenched, gently scraping his thighs.
 
Smiling on the inside, he felt her nails scrape and trail his legs, he saw her eyes begging him to stop his teasing. Leyland enjoyed this, to see the need for him and only him in her pleading eyes. He savored her pleading voice, considering her proposal for a bit while teasing her still. She couldn't disappoint him, he didn't know her yet, attracted to her, and everything she did was new and exotic.

She couldn't disappoint him right now. Of course, he wasn't going to tell her this, he wanted to keep her on edge, at least for a while until they both got what they wanted out of their moment together. A perfect one.

He decided to grant her wish, to lay off his teasing of her body. Not only was he driving her insane with want, he was doing the exact same thing to himself by not having her straight away. Leyland moved himself back, a bit carefully as he helped her bottom down from his chest down onto his lap, but not before crossing his legs to have a steady ground to sit on, and for her to sit on. He brought her bottom on his lap and between his legs even, her own legs spread to his sides like this. He then slipped his arms under her waist and upper back, pulling her body up with his, she was taller then him like this, but only a bit. "Then have me, but have me like this. Use me to relieve yourself so you won't burst.", he told and demanded her playfully, his voice oozing with want for her flesh around him even though he tried to keep up his facade of being her Master and Trainer only.

The grass was soft, a bit cold, tickling his bottom as he sat down in it. Like this, their bodies pressed together fondly, his desire for her pressed up against her, wanting and craving to enter and feel her silky folds cradle him with pleasure. The only thing keeping them separated was the thin, damp, aggravating piece of cloth that was her underwear. His hands traveled up her back, pushing her against him as he looked up slightly at her, locking them in a deep and lusting kiss, their tongues ravaging each other. He dropped his hands along her back, his nails traveling softly along her flesh, soon reaching down and firmly feeling her bottom, releasing a soft moan between their lips in pleasurable admiration of her exquisite shape. His hands feeling her butt, his fingers brushing against her treasure, slipping under the elastic lines of her panties as they teased her into removing it. Ultimately Leyland wanted Eliza to initiate and be the one to join their bodies, let him enter as she chose and relieve herself together with him.

At a smaller rate, it was an act of good faith to let her initiate and take him in if she wanted, he wanted her to feel welcome, loved for who she was, to not simply be used as he suspected as she had during her time with her previous masters.
 
Eliza moaned as his teasing continued a bit after her begging. He seemed intent on her imploding in his vicinity while he watched, it wouldn't be the first time her request was denied by a master and it certainly wouldn't be the last. So high were her emotions that it took her a moment to realize the wetness on her face was tears from her own eyes. When did it come to this? She wiped them away, her fingers moving over her cheeks as his teases tapered, his body moving back slightly. She felt her ass caress his chest as he moved her down to his lap.

She lay there, breasts heaving as she watched him. Her legs spread lewdly, offering herself up in the most delicate of manners. Though her clothes were in the way. She felt his hands moving along her back and waist, pulling her up to sit facing him. Now looking down into his blue eyes with her own. Eliza wrapped an arm behind his neck to help prop herself up. The press of his cock head to her panty clad sex caused her to jolt in his lap, a moan leaving her lips as he spoke. Use him, she thought to herself. This was new to the pleasure slave, used to being used and not being the user.

Her eyes burned into his, a silent fire of desire. Their lips joined as his hands moved over her body, the soft yellow dress in the way of his touch. However that didn't stop him. His hands felt her backside, caressing the firm globes of her ass before moaning in, what she took as appreciation. her hips moved, pressing more of herself to the hardness beneath her, gaining pleasure as the hard head rubbed up and against her pierced clit, the bell ringing gently with each move of her body.

When his fingers slipped beneath her undergarments, she groaned. Biting his lower lip she pulled away from him, a naughty smirk on her lips. "I will have you Master..." She said gently, assuring him and herself of her intentions. Hands moving behind her, she worked over the buttons, undoing them as fast as she could in her desire to be bare with him in the grass. Blinking her long lashes at him, over her pale eyes she lifted it, disappearing for a moment as she tossed it to the side. Her lingerie kept her covered, but would allow him to remove as he saw fit.

Shaky hands moved to the flimsy underwear covering her drenched core, from her juices or his licks, she wasn't sure. Her fingers yanked at the fabric, loosening it from her bare sex. Wrapping her fingers against his cock she looped it through her panties. Rocking her hips she felt his shaft throb against her wet lips. The action drew a moan from her lips as her eyes fluttered closed. It was only fair to tease him to, but it didn't help her situation. As her hips lifted her fingertips guided his hard rod to her entrance, changing it's course behind her panties.

Opening her eyes she locked them on her Master. His entrance into her body was important. It was more than a bonding of bodies, but of souls. She felt him expand her entrance as she pressed her hips down to take him in deeper. Shattered breaths left her as she allowed herself a moment to become used to the way he filled her, her head resting on his shoulder. It was an amazing feeling. "Eliza... or Elizabeth," She whispered, he didn't ask but it was important for him to know her identity. She began moving , her hips working his cock in and out of her wet channel. "Thank you for allowing my body to use yours for my pleasure... it feels so good."

She wasn't sure how long she would last, with it being so long she was sure she'd burst upon him shortly. A disappointment for sure, however she was planning on lasting as long as possible so he would gain pleasure from this joining as well. Her clothed breasts rubbed against his chest, the nipples hard and beaded tightly in their confinement. Using his shoulders as leverage she rocked herself on his cock. Her walls spasmed around him as she moaned, her lips coming to his in her moment of passion and need.
 
Leyland studied Eliza's body for a moment, laying his gaze softly upon her lewd beauty laying in front of him. It was like a sweet drug to hear her moans coming from his touch, his poking and probing, that he could make her body jolt and respond in pleasure. He could feel how she already began using him for her own pleasure, rubbing his tip so lovingly against one of her high pleasure points. Leyland couldn't help but to enjoy the bell's soft ringing, accentuating even her simple movements. He would keep it there for the moment, but he would have it moved later, perhaps to her collar.

Smiling in want and need, smirking even as she pulled back and confirmed that she would take him up on his offer. She even allowed him to lay his gaze on her perversely hot body, though still covered lightly by her lingerie. The mere sight of her features combined with his attraction towards her had Leyland whimpering on the inside, craving to touch and to play. He would soon enough, but taking in her beauty first hand as well as letting her work herself with him for a bit before he would help and play with her himself.

Leyland grew anxious, more and more anticipating how it would feel to enter this lovely being as she removed the obstruction between them slowly. She even kept up the teasing, wrapping her naughty fingers around him and rubbing his tip roughly against her inviting folds. There was no helping it, the teasing pleasure of his length rubbing against her treasure, against her silky wet cage as well, caused an exploding lust to fill him, an urge to make her his in one of the ways remaining. A lustful moan slipped his lips by, one he tried to muffle by leaning in slightly, pressing his lips against her neck and biting softly, his moan turning into a pleasured growl as he expressed his want for her, that he considered her last stand on teasing was too much for him to bare even if he had just done practically the same to her.

He left her neck alone with a soft kiss as he felt that she readied for him to enter her. He pulled his head back and looked up into her blue eyes, interested in experiencing her expression as she got what she had craved for a while now, the teasing building up to something beautiful for them as they were both attracted to each other, though not knowing it completely yet. She then began slipping him inside, slowly as if savoring each moment. A soft gasp followed by a loving moan escaping him as she brought him inside of her, the silky smooth surface of her inside cradling him to great pleasure. Leyland let his hands travel upwards her back once more, softly running over it, ignoring the lace of her bra as he didn't want to undress her completely. He didn't want to feel all of her at the start, he wanted to ease into that and savor each part of her as much as he could when it came to it. His nails graced her back lightly from time to time.

While she revealed her name to him, he wouldn't give her his just yet, saving it for another time as he smiled softly. "It's nice to meet you... Elizabeth.", he replied with much softness, his voice quiet but still louder then hers. It was easy to tell that she found it important for him to know her name as they progressed. Then she began moving once more, slipping him so effortlessly in and out of her pleasure cave, powerful pleasure washing over him and tingling along his spine. "I'm glad you're taking the chance, it might be your only one.", he teased with a sly smile and playful voice, albeit badly worded. He wanted to keep her on edge still, making the most of it if she for some reason wasn't already. There was no need to worry for her though, Leyland had already came to love her ability to give him pleasure, she would definitely be treated with more opportunities to use him if she wanted to.

He had no idea she would reach her high so soon. He was very happy to feel it though, to feel how her walls spasmed and constricted around his member invading her. Locking lips with her, kissing her deep as he brought one of his hands below once more, a firm grasp of her bottom as he helped to rock her hips on him so that he would selfishly pleasure himself with her as much that she could give him. His other arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her up and steady. Leyland began pitifully trying to rock his hips with hers, albeit excruciatingly restricted in his own movements sitting like this. Through their layers of cloth, he could feel her supple breasts press against his chest, rubbing against him softly. He wasn't able to feel her nipples hardening through the cloth, but that was a treat he was saving for later.

It didn't take much to bring him close to completion at this point, her moans, movements and self-completion using him had made wonders on his progress. A soft pleasure building up inside of his groin, and he wasn't going to keep it building up inside of him much further. Resisting it for a little while, his muscles clenching slightly to keep himself from being overwhelmed with pleasure. His grip on her became a bit rougher, his body shivering slightly and a pleasured groan escaped him as he released himself, pleasure exploding in his groin, not caring even one bit that he did it inside of her. Still rocking her back and forth on him, emptying himself completely inside of her before he lightened his grip into a soft one instead, leaning into her and breathing heavily, moaning softly and quietly at almost each breath taken. Parting their passionate and intimate kiss, he moved to resting his head on her shoulder, breathing softly onto her neck, still releasing soft moans and basking in their joint pleasure. Leyland was taken to a land of bliss, sex with any one else had never been this intimate and satisfying as it was with Elizabeth.

If she was worried that she would get pregnant by Leyland's seed, her new house had all the most modern and now standard types of pregnancy prevention substances and accessories available in modern age. Pregnancies did happen every now and then, but mostly controlled when Gerland would allow it to happen.

Leaning back slightly, looking up at her again with a soft smile on his lips. A light and curious expression showed, "I'm hungry.. What do you say we have a bite to eat?", he asked her, though in a demanding fashion as he was still her Master, implying that he wanted them to go get something to eat before anything else. He could show her their luxury kitchen as well, which she was bound to happen by sooner or later anyway.
 
Eliza felt his hips rising, attempting to help her as she plunged head first into orgasm. It was the first real one she'd achieved in a while. The teasing and build up having left her higher than she'd have thought. Though being a pleasure slave she learned how to get hers when she could, he'd suggested she use him. She did and pleasantly so. Panting she smiled down at her master, his handsome features looking satisfied as well that she'd cum.

But she didn't want to be selfish, so when he gripped her hips and moved her upon him, she redoubled her efforts and worked her hips to give him the most satisfaction. Having been this sort of slave for a while she wasn't used to men coming inside her and expected him to pull out. Though as he kept going her blue eyes grew wider, she recognized the sign and struggled staying on him in this manner. His seed exploded within her , "No." she whispered softly.

While it felt good, it was wrong of her to want it this way. He was her master, she his slave, not a breeder. It was a scary feeling to be in this position. Biting her lip as he pulled back from the kiss. Her body tingled from head to toe, it was the first time she'd felt like this. Never had a master treated her like this, allowed her to have her bliss. He wasn't the first to cum inside her, but he was the first to make her feel this good.

His breaths against her neck caused her to quiver, Her eyes remained pinched closed until she felt him move back. Looking down at him she smiled softly. Eliza was hungry as well, but being a slave she didn't share her wants or needs unless asked. "That sounds wonderful Master, thank you." Rising she gently disconnected their bodies. Adjusting her panties back in place she knelt. He didn't ask, but she knew her place.

Her mouth came down on his member, her tongue gently brushing over his cock. Softly she moaned as she made the inches disappear into the warm confines of her mouth. Her tongue slowly moved around him collecting their fluids. She never asked if it was acceptable, just did it. Her fingers moved along his thighs, caressing the muscles and tendons before pulling off and stepping back.

She glanced around and blushed, "I don't know where it is..."
 
Leyland could only take her soft 'No' for what it was presented to him when he poured his hot seed into her. The moment and simple wording was perfect for being misinterpreted as that she didn't want this, she didn't expect it and had no wish to get pregnant. That's what Leyland drew from her simply timed word. Though he wasn't worried in the least, he would make her take a pill to counter the natural order of things and she wouldn't get pregnant on this day. After all, his own Master hadn't given the permission for her to bare a child.

Without his order, his affection went down on him, cleaning the dirtied parts of him up with her mouth and tongue, moaning while doing so. Leyland looked down on her, moaning softly at the sight and delicate yet powerful feeling of her tender and loving cleaning. She left him clean save for some glistening saliva. No juices, no cum, a clean member left to do what it was to do next without any hindrance. While it was daring of her to move on him without his command, she was allowed to do that with him, especially if it was only to please and serve him. He saw no reason to teach her any different way, since he was sure it would be very well accepted and enjoyed in this house that she took the small things for her own liberty to make everything better.

He laughed at her cutely stupefied response while pulling up his boxers and pants once more, setting his belt into place to keep them up properly. "Right. I'll show you this time, don't worry.", he said, "Follow me.", he ordered her, a smile on his lips. Leyland really liked this new girl. Heading up the pleasure stairs once more, turning left up at the top, they wandered a spacious hallway with a red carpet, paintings on the walls, lamps embedded into the ceiling casting a strong light into the hallway. They arrived to their own food court, a couple of chefs stationed in the kitchen quickly greeting them both, though mainly Master Leyland. "I'll have sauteed lamb today.", he said to the head chef, turning his head to Eliza. "What do you want to eat? Say anything, they'll make it.", Leyland said. The chefs would be able to do anything she asked, she may even want to take the opportunity to have a grand meal while she could, or a tiny meal to let him know that she knew her place truly as a new slave of the household.

Leyland wandered off towards a spacious booth for two in the corner of the open area. This specific corner area had a great view over the sea, a large window situated just by it so they could look down onto the beach and sea below, to gaze out over the land at their sides and enjoy a really good view with a luxury meal. Giving her a moment to take in the sights, he leaned back in his part of the booth and studied her for a bit. "Firstly, we need to get rid of that bell between your legs. We'll replace it with a simple ornament instead.", he stated, further glaring a bit at her collar, "And if you keep doing this good, then you'll have your collar replaced by tomorrow evening.", he said once more, his eyes looking up into hers with a smile. He liked to look at her, she was beautiful, his soul tingling at the very look of her grace. "Also, here.", he said, reaching into his pocket, fumbling a bit and reaching back out to her with a small pill in his hand. "Take it. I suspect that you're not currently on any form of birth control considering the state we found you in and that you had no belongings what so all to show for it, so take this for now so that you won't carry my child before you even know it. We'll get you a better solution set up tomorrow morning,", he told her, hopefully relieving any of her worries about it.

Leyland wished for her clitoris bell piercing to be replaced by a simpler, less tacky ornament, something that didn't bother her but really brought her home when it was time to go. Leyland was still going to attach a bell to Eliza's collar however, not the same bell, but a nicer one that blended in better. He even pondered to give her the option to have the bell on, or off at her leisure as it was not a requirement to wear a bell in this house.

Not very long after they had seated themselves, the food arrived, steaming and smelling wonderfully delicious. Four glasses was offered, two wine and two regular drinking glasses. Two bottles of wine, one red and one white was also offered, a large pitcher of ice cold limed water was put on the table as well. Their dining was really a luxurious one, and it would be like this just about every day if she wanted. "Help yourself to whatever you want.", he said, smiling at her before he took his fork and knife in hand and took his first bite of the scrumptious meal presented. A light, almost silent moan escaped him, never used to the delicious and perfect flavoring the cooks always managed to create. A delighted expression on his face as he uncorked the red wine bottle, pouring himself a glass and taking a small sip, exhaling in delight as he put it down again. Nothing like a wonderful meal to sate the craving hunger blossoming after a wonderful session of intercourse.
 
Such a shame , she thinks as he covers up his body behind boxers and pants. The dress she wore lay to the side, wrinkled and having seen better days. Since he hadn't told her to she doesn't put it back on and instead tucks it under her arm as he begins walking away. Eliza took note of where the kitchens lay and cautiously walked behind her Master. If anything it too was as lavish as the rest of the house, she stood awestruck by the places they passed, certain she was dreaming. As he moved within the dining area she fumbled for thoughts, oh my this was huge.

Hearing his order she smiled and turned to the men waiting for her words. She was starving but took it as another test. Having trained where she did she was simply fed scraps by the masters hand. "I was not trained to eat this way... what would you have me eat Sir?" Her question fell to no one as he had moved away, out of ear shot. Sighing she ordered a small portion of salmon and steamed veggies with rice and ambled off after him. Folding herself into the opposite side of the booth, her wet ass cheeks clung to the upholstery and squealed as she moved.

Embarrassed, she surpassed his gaze and let it drift out to the beach and ocean beyond. He talked about her piercing as though she'd had a choice in all of it. It wasn't the case, though she had grown fond of the bell. Nodding she gazed at him, her hair was pulled over one shoulder and she smiled fondly at him. Her fingers smoothed along her arms, they were a bit chilly being bare but she didn't do it knowingly. She felt self-conscious under his gaze, but she adored looking upon him. His handsome face topped with those devilish blue eyes and that cocky grin. She smiled back at him, she hoped to stay firmly implanted in his good graces.

Watching his hand open and a small pill wiggle in the center, she felt sadness envelope her slowly. The first thought of being with child scared her, but now it was being taken from her. Biting her lip she took the pill and rested it on her napkin, to be taken when her water came. Not being given the option of what was best for her body stung, it was a choice she had taken from her when she entered the system. A child wouldn't be such a bad thing, and a child of he Master's would earn respect and cement her as a favorite. She let her thought float out on the breeze to the ocean as he fell quiet and she let her mind drift again.

It wasn't as if she even wanted a child, she simply wanted his approval, his adoration and love. Love? Yes, love. It was within each human to be accepted and loved. Eliza simply wanted Leyland to love her. Her head turned up at a soft shuffling of feet, their food was arriving. Her food was in a bowl, fluffy rice on the bottom, steamed veggies on top of that and the salmon filet nestled on top. Sauce in a little dish to the side was placed next to her glasses. She filled her glass with water, took the pill, then started in on her food. She watched him eat, it was a beautiful thing to watch expressions bloom on his facade. They each caused her to smile.

Dipping her fork into the bowl she soon understood his enjoyment and her sounds of soft delight joined his. Pouring the sauce over the items made it even more delicious and soon her sadness of the pill was lost. Never had she ate so well, though if she wanted to go over things, it wasn't as though she'd been fucked that well before either. She paused and blushed, watching him sip his wine. She lifted her glass of water up and drank, having not been one to drink wine. It wasn't presented to her as an option and she honestly wasn't sure if she would enjoy it. Licking her lips free of the delicate food she sighed and sat back to rub her full belly after only a few bites. It seemed even the smallest portion was too large.

Instead of letting it go to waste she sat and relaxed, allowing her body to adjust and digest, perhaps after a bit she could eat more. uncertain of the protocol she ate in silence across from him, though watching him was divine she knew this was only a moment, not every meal would be like this and soon she'd be on her own or need to make friends with the others. Though she understood they were competition as well, all competing for the affection and attention of the Master. The undercurrent of infatuation graced their meal and made it all seem to good to be true for the young slave, she really wished things were always like this.
 
As Leyland was finished, his lunch partner had not even taken more then a few bites, already seeming full. A testimony to how little she had been fed with her last master. He figured this must be a pure feast for her in terms of food, living, luxury, the only thing that would be missing was to be free as well. He smiled a bit, find a relaxed sort of enjoyment in watching her eat, as slow as it was. The silence was overwhelming between them right now, until Leyland decided to break it and take the time to let her know some of the rules in the house.

"You know, it's only common courtesy to talk about something, anything really when you're having lunch with another person.", he said in a lighthearted manner with a sly smile directed at her. "But since you're new here, I'll that pass for now.", he said kindly now with more of a friendly and joyous smile. "I guess it's my job to tell you the rules then. Only natural that you wouldn't know them from the get-go, every house has different rules. So let's start with the first and most important one; A Master's word is law. This can't be denied or broken in any way unless specifically ordered so by a higher ranking Master. It might seem obvious, but it's worth repeating never the less. Second; Treat your fellow companions and slaves with respect and like you want to be treated yourself. We all try to take the best care of each other as we can in every way possible. We have a good place, and we want to keep it that way. If there is any problem, feel free to take that up with anyone and they will be able to help you in one way or the other. Then we have the last of the three big ones, but not the least; No one may get pregnant and keep their child, unless given absolute clearance to do so.", he rambled up the largely necessary laws in a firm manner.

Shortly after, he looked over across the dining hall at the clock situated on the wall, silently ticking away as time passed. "As lovely as this was, I'm afraid I must leave you for a bit, I have Master business to attend to. Don't fret however, you know the way back to your room if that's where you want to go, but I strongly suggest that you try to make a friend or two before the day is over.", he said softly, a light sadness in his voice over the fact that he had to leave her already. He felt himself strangely drawn to her, enjoying her company even if it was in silence. "Oh, before I take my leave, I want to meet you again by ten tonight. Meet me at the small patch of grass we just were at. Also, bring two questions, or maybe even three, that you feel that you want to ask me. It can be any question about anything, and I'll try to give you my best and most honest answers.", he demanded lightly, a hint of softness in his voice before he parted with a smile and left to attend to some things for Gerland.

While away, he tended to his Master's requests for flight booking and purchasing so that Gerland could go away for a while in a few days. He always did things like this and was usually back after a couple of days. Gerland was going to Paris, attending an auction for antiques and other rarities like slaves. Little did he know that he himself would become the Master of the Master's and own everything left behind by Gerland, well, not everything, but much, at least everything regarding the house and ownership of the 'collection'.
 
Eliza smiled up at him as he spoke, dipping her head as a blush ran wild across her cheeks. Sadly, she was more used to being seen than heard, it was the way she'd been taught at her other houses. That and she was the only slave or one of few never many, like here. Here, was a different vibe altogether. She sighed and took another bite, the rules. She finished chewing and then sat back to focus on him and listen wholeheartedly.

His word was law, did they even have higher ranking Masters here? She didn't even dare ask. Respect, it was an easy task. So far the rules seemed commonsense. Children, her eyes lifted to his wide and questioning. Why was he telling her that? She had no ideas about pregnancy, had never wanted children until that moment after she knew he came inside her and before he made her take that pill. Absently her hand trailed over her stomach, the hopefulness in her actions were obvious.

Her eyes flitted over his face as he spoke after another brief silence. her hand lifted from the table top, she wished to touch him, to kiss him and tell him goodbye in a manner most unlike a slave toward her master. She thought about it, he wanted her to make a friend or two but what kind of friend? He was vague and open about it. His pausing made her smile up at him, hoping he'd kiss her. Instead he spoke, she continued to smile.

"Of course Master, questions at ten in the grassy area." She sighed as he walked away. "I'll miss you...." She whispered. Watching him walk away was nice, but what she really wanted was to go with him. Finishing up her meal , or what little of it she could she exited the cafe area with a smile and a soft word of, "Thanks," to the chefs. Her room was just a little ways away and she lifted her hand to cover a small yawn.

Thirty minutes later, she was clean and asleep on her bed. A pair of familiar eyes were peering in through the open door. Oscar stepped into the room, his long fingers running over the smooth lines and soft skin of the female that riled him earlier. He didn't know her name, but he would by the time the night was over.

"What are you doing?" Hissed a voice.

The interruption caused him to pause and turn his gaze to the intruder. "Shh, go away..." He watched as SHE stepped into the room.

"Ooh new meat," Stella cooed.

While they fought over the find Eliza woke and lay there silently listening to them. Oscar's voice, she recognized. "I'm nothing to fight over..." She sighed turning her face toward them. The female was older than both, but still beautiful. Oscar was gorgeous, in that tall lanky way. "Did you need something Oscar?" She asked gently, her fingers sliding up the thigh at her side. Her smile widening when they wrapped about the erection he sported.

Stella's hand slid up Oscar's other thigh, her fingers lacing with Elizabeth's to stroke him. "Oh my... maybe we should help him out with this." Her blue eyes meeting those of the new girls. Watching her nod had Stella dropping to her knees before Oscar sitting on the bed.

Eliza stayed where she was, turning on to her stomach next to Oscar.

"Oh my god , YES." Oscar whimpered. Never had he had two women willing to pleasure him.

The girls, working together began licking at his erection. At times their tongues touching, not that either cared. In fact they held each others hair back and took turns swallowing his length until he was howling in pleasure. Stella's fingers were buried between her legs, pushing her panties to the side as she fingered herself.

Oscar buried his fingers in the bare pussy of Eliza, the soft purrs of satisfaction falling from her lips only spurred him on in his touches. "Fuck me... one of you, both of you... I don't care.. just please."

Stella took the initiative, stripped and began riding Oscar like a champ. But she didn't leave Eliza out, pulling the girl to her knees she played with the heavy breasts as their lips met in a passionate kiss.

Eliza felt her heart race as she guided Oscar's dick to the wet entrance of the other female. She wanted it to be her, but this woman was much more in charge. However, she wasn't left out. in fact she arched her back so her bare breasts could be touched. Oscar kept his fingers buried in her tightness, His long fingers working both her pussy and ass, as well as clit into a frenzy. His lips pressed to her breast, his free hand feeling the other with the woman. It felt so good, so new and delicious.

her lips tasted those of the soft ones the lady had, their tongues brushing one another as the duo fucked beside her. Their moans of pleasure made it hard for even her to concentrate. her pussy quivered around Oscar's pistoning fingers as she gave a low moan.

Oscar saw that Stella wasn't giving up her position on his dick, he wanted to feel the new girl, to see what she had. Though it seemed as if Stella was a permanent figure. "Gimme that pussy bitch... fuck..." He gripped at Eliza's hips, lifting her so she was straddling his chest. Her dripping core hovering his chest while she remained lip locked with Stella.

Eliza felt the heat of his breath between her legs, the first lick was lovely. Sure it wasn't master, but it was nice. She moaned into the females mouth, Her hands cupping and caressing the smaller breasts of her, one hand traveling lower to help finish her off. She found the clit, pressing hard, It seemed all at once they all lost their minds and it turned into an all out fuckfest. Writhing, grinding, kissing, moaning and cumming. All in an almost constant stream.
 
Leyland kept Eliza deliberately in the dark with some information, not wanting to take away all the excitement of her first experiences here. Some information he plainly forgot however, as he was a bit under stress of having an important meeting with Gerland quite soon. Bad planning on his part, but that's because he really wanted to spend more time with Eliza, having feelings for her and all, hence why he called her to see him at a later time that very same day.

Leyland had never before been feeling so strongly for someone else, not in the manner he currently was with Eliza. He wanted to kiss her, hold her, touch her. While this wasn't anything unusual in their house, his affection was also confusing him to the point where he didn't know how to approach the feelings and her properly. This caused him in turn to get overly stuck in his role as a Master, acting a bit cold, more so then with anyone else he dealt with, leaving simple things like kisses and some physical and playful affection out of the loop.

"Good.", he said and parted from her with a smile. The smile quickly turned into a light frown as he left. He didn't want to leave, he wanted to stay and spend more time with her. He left her to do whatever she wanted, perhaps making a few friends, and she was sure to be making two quite close ones. While Leyland would normally not even spend a second thought at something like this, a member of a pleasure house and all. With Eliza however, the turnout would be a bit different.

Later that same day, the time was now nearing when Eliza had to meet her master again. Leyland had done all he needed and was hurrying back to where he was supposed to meet Eliza for what he planned to be a nice walk along the beach. He had asked of her to bring a few questions that she wanted answers to, and he was excited in trying to figure out what they could be, pondering for himself as he arrived about twenty minutes earlier then the requested time. He had really hurried so he could get to be with her. Sitting himself down on the bench, he looked over the pond, the entire area having been darkened, not much activity right then, but the moon and stars were shining through the glass walls facing the ocean, sparkling in the pond and casting a luminous and bluish light in the large open area.
 
The trio finished their fun, washed up and parted ways. Eliza wasn't sure how it all happened, Oscar grumbled about not fucking the petite brunette, however, she begged off as Master never gave her permission to be with another. Though the orgasms she received from Oscar and Stella had only served to gear her up for Leyland. Stella picked out some saucy lingerie and helped her with her makeup. The waist cincher wasn't necessary, but it looked nice coupled with the thong and bra. Her lips were painted red and her hair was styled back in a fifties up do.

She waited in her room, the anticipation killing her. Sadly, she had no questions for him. Her afternoon was too full of things to even contemplate a single one. Her wide blue eyes blinked back at her in the mirror as she tried to come up with something. She had vague ideas, maybe this would end well after all. Silently she wondered if he would be there early or right on time. Sneaking out she watched his exquisite figure move across the opening and to the bench.

Eliza loved that he was early, maybe that meant he was excited to see her. Seeing that he was dressed she slipped back into her room and pulled a robe on over her lingerie clad body. Pulling her hair down she let it flow freely about her shoulders and smiled as she wiped off the bright red lipstick. Perhaps she should put on some clothing... looking at the time she knew there wasn't enough time. Dashing out the door, barefoot, she ran across the grassy portion of the area and out to him. "Hello, my Master." She glowed, her eyes sparking in the moonlight as she slid into the seat next to him.

Her heart thumped wildly in her chest as she gazed up at him. Sadly she felt a connection with him, it was deeper than sex, even if she wanted him. Her body reacted to him, she blushed and touched his arm gently. "How was your meeting?"
 
The almost silent sound of light footsteps hurrying over the grass hit Leyland's ears only because there was no other louder around, only a somewhat distant and gentle noise from a small fountain down the stairs. He looked over only to in the darkness see a figure approaching. As Eliza quickly closed in, the soft moonlight allowed him to see that she was wearing a robe. It intrigued him, thinking that she would show up with some fancy dress like last time. He couldn't help but to wonder what she was wearing underneath, if anything, what she expected of this meeting, coming dressed like that. She surprised him, pleasantly by wearing a robe to cover herself up, giving her an accentuated mystery thanks to the dreamy moonlight.

Leyland smiled, almost smirked as he saw her, as she spoke to him even. "Hello, Eliza.", he greeted back, his voice a bit playful and curious due to her robe and the way that she approached him, glowing in the moonlight, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him. While he didn't distinguish it himself, the way that he looked at her wasn't completely the typical physical way of lust for flesh, but rather thinking that she looks beautiful like that, enjoying how the moonlight reflected off her shape, hair and eyes as he studied her.

"Ah, tiring and heavy I'm afraid. But it's nothing you need to concern yourself about.", he revealed, a soft and relieved sigh escaping past his lips as he now smiled more softly. He didn't want to talk about the rest of his day, meetings, planning, boring things, nothing fun to talk about there with her. He rose, looking down on her and reaching out to offer her his hand. "Come with me.", he said, helping her up, holding her hand softly and leading her down the stairs after him. A small plan in his mind had bubbled forth during the day, the moon was full and bright tonight, the air was almost still, gentle and warm only. He wanted to take her for a little walk, introduce to her that she could go out of the house if she wanted, that she was still a bit free even if she was a collectors item.

Gently heading down to the bottom of the open stairs, the giant glass wall towering above them, the moonlight slipping through and the waves and beach almost licking their feet where they stood. He led her along the side, soon coming to a sizable glass door located in the middle. It had a lock, but only from the inside so they could keep people outside, but still be a bit free if they wanted too. He opened the door, stepping through and holding it up for her. "Come.", he said softly, smiling, trying to coax her out of the comfort of the house. Closing the door behind her, it locked automatically, but Leyland had a key so there was nothing to worry about, at least he knew that. Taking a deep breath, moaning softly in delight from the salty and gentle wind that hit them. He walked just a bit, over to the edge of the ocean and gazed out over it, darkness and gentle sounds were all that showed, some cliffs in the distance as well. "It's beautiful, isn't it.", he said a bit dreamily before he looked at her with a playful smile again. After enjoying the dark scenery for a moment, he took her hand once more, "Let's walk for a bit.", he told her, still so situated in his master role and fighting with how he feels about her that he couldn't form something in between being affectionate and a master still. Given time and as their relationship was established and grew, he would fall into it naturally.

"I promised you that I'd answer a few questions for you. So. Do you have any for me?", he asked her with curiosity both in his voice and eyes as he looked at her while waling slowly along the still beach. The sand beneath their feet soft, a bit warm from the now thwarted day's sun.
 
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