Be careful what you wish for [Wykyd / android]
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				Title: <strong>Be careful what you wish for [Wykyd / android]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>android</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 22:32:53</strong>
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				Steve's eyes flash back and forth over his scribbling. A broken smile breaks his lips momentarily. His fingernails wail on the thin paper as he creates two clean folds.<br><br><div align="center">---</div><em>Mistress,<br><br>You have been recommended by a mutual acquaintance, Mrs. Jane Silverthorne. I hope you will grace me with a minute of your time.<br><br>I am 43 years old and married.<br><br>I wish to submit myself to you to train me as your slave.<br><br>Humbly yours<br>Steve Bouxregard<br>Phone: ...</em><br><div align="center">---</div><br>“I'm going to walk the dog” he states matter-of-factly as he heads out to door. He can feel the pounding of his heart on his temples. His breath releases quick cloudlets into the cold evening damp. The reassuring soft crunch tells him his message has joined the tens of others already waiting for the collection time to arrive. It's out of his hands now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Be careful what you wish for [Wykyd / android]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 07:28:18</strong>
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				A slow sensual smile spread across her full lips as she read the hastily scrawled words on the pristine white paper.&nbsp; So, Jane had found her a new toy? How intriguing! Rebecca's beautiful hazel eyes sparkled with erotic amusement as the possibilities flashed through her mind, the tip of her tongue gliding slowly over moist lips.&nbsp; And older...mmmm delicious! And married! Oh she was blissful! It had been so very long since she had trained a new plaything.&nbsp; She pouted moodily for a moment, thinking of her current pet.&nbsp; He had become so very boring.&nbsp; No spirit left at all.&nbsp; She snapped her fingers and he was kneeling at her feet in a breath, waiting to serve.&nbsp; They were so dull once the fire had been doused.&nbsp; Darling Steve needed training.&nbsp; How quaint.&nbsp; She was going to have to send Jane a thank you gift...her eyes fell on Ben, her current slave...yes he would do.&nbsp; "Fetch, pet" she ordered with a wave of one delicate hand toward her desk and watched as he crawled off to retrieve pen and paper for his mistress.&nbsp; She penned a simple note -<br><br><strong><em>1313 Esquire St.&nbsp; 2pm tomorrow.</em></strong><br><br>And signed it with a flourish as simply Mistress.&nbsp; She folded it neatly and placed it in an envelope, spraying it lightly with her signature fragrance...a softly spicy musk.&nbsp; "Deliver this, and report to Miss. Jane Silverthorne immediately afterward." For a brief moment, she thought her darling boy might just protest...but alas, no, he was entirely to well trained.&nbsp; She signed heavily.&nbsp; She would miss the dear...he had a magnificent body and a very well trained cock.&nbsp; Ce la vie! And off she went to prepare for her new student. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Be careful what you wish for [Wykyd / android]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>android</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 15:47:57</strong>
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				Damn! His curse barely surfaces the torrent of noise the shower produces. He swallows and smears another glob of foam on his half-erect cock. Crows feet appear on the outside of his eyes as he prepares for the next cut. Steve dislikes shaving his cock. But he feels obliged to make the effort. As he grooms his body under the steaming heat he wonders what he should wear.<br><br>His toned legs slide into the light blue boxer briefs. It brings back memories of a better time. When sex was still good and satisfying. Not like now. He shakes his head to get the water out of his ears, it also helps to shake the thought. His eyes slide over the body in the dressing mirror. Ok, he's no young stud any more, but he doesn't have&nbsp; a beer belly either and exercising in the gym at least three times a week got rid of the love handles. The lack of hair cover on top of his head is kind of disconcerting, though.<br><br>His heart picks up speed as he looks at the present he got her. Steve has sensitive skin and he worries about the flogging. Google was his friend in finding out about flogging, and after some research he went out an bought himself a leather flogger. It was said that was the softest whip to start with. He can only hope his mistress agrees to start with it. He doesn't know what to expect from her, but he presumes he will get away with very little. Steve is told by many people (especially his wife Sandra) that he has a dominant character. He can't help but wonder why he is looking to submit himself.<br><br>The bus comes to a squealing halt and he gets off. People must think he's a business man; beige raincoat over his dark blue suit. He won't look out of place in this part of town. Terraced houses are lining both sides of the broad street. Large trees break the sidewalk every fifty yards. Slots filled with cars take up a big part of what probably used to be a type of avenue. Definitely an affluent part of town. Steve swallows as he reaches 1313. Is two times bad luck good luck? He pushes the present underneath his upper arm and readjusts the knot of his pink tie. Up the three-stepped stairs where he gives the door knocker a tug. It hits the door with a loud thud. He forces some unknown lump down his throat as he waits for the door to open.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Be careful what you wish for [Wykyd / android]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 20:28:12</strong>
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				A wickedly satisfied smile lights her face as she hears the heavy brass knocker strike the door.&nbsp; Right on time...promising for a new pet.&nbsp; Sitting on the plush stool in front of her vanity, she catches the eyes of Tabitha...her most prized toy...who paused in the brushing of her mistresses deep auburn locks and smiled through half closed lids.&nbsp; An almost indiscernible nod from Rebecca sends the pretty young thing off to answer the call at the door.&nbsp; Rebecca continues to see to her appearance. First impressions were very important.&nbsp; It had to be clear from the very start who, exactly, was in charge.&nbsp; She listened as the girl opened the door and admitted her new toy; amusement dancing in her eyes. Rebecca had been trained by the very best Masters and Mistresses in the administration of Dominance.&nbsp; Punishment for pleasure and submission to another was an art…one that must be coaxed and honed to perfection.&nbsp; And when one was done, their patience was rewarded with an obedient, loyal and well trained pet that always performed to perfection.&nbsp; Pride in a job well done was a satisfying feeling.&nbsp; For Rebecca, however, the thrill wasn’t in the final results…she tended to become bored with her pets rather quickly once she had mastered them completely.&nbsp; No, for Rebecca, the thrill was in the journey.&nbsp; A new pet was always resistant…at first…and the pleasure was in slowly breaking that resistance and watching the transformation.&nbsp; A delicate shiver of anticipation ran down her spine.&nbsp; Dabbing a bit of her scent behind each ear, she gathered her hair, twisted it into an elaborate knot, and fastened it with a delicately beautiful clip.&nbsp; She rose from her stool and glided gracefully across the carpeted floor to her full length mirror to make one final check of her appearance.&nbsp; A satisfied smile played at her full red lips.&nbsp; She wore a black leather skirt made of the softest Italian leather.&nbsp; It was cut low and rested on her hips, just below her pierced naval.&nbsp; Its length reached the floor and it was split on both sides up to the top of each thigh.&nbsp; The matching top, whose spaghetti straps criss-crossed provocatively across her back, stopped just below her full, lush breasts.&nbsp; It showed her cleavage to advantage, pressing her large size C breasts together so that they swelled over the top.&nbsp; Her bare midriff was taught and toned, the outfit showing off her fitness nicely.&nbsp; To complete her mistress attire, she had donned her favorite boots.&nbsp; Made of the same soft leather, they stopped right above her knees allowing just enough of her stocking and skin to show to be alluring.&nbsp; The added height that the 6” spiked heel gave her 5’5” frame was nice as well.&nbsp; Grabbing her ridding crop, she went to greet her visitor.<br>(meanwhile)<br>Tabitha opened the front door.&nbsp; Her blond curls, piled high on her head, bobbing as she curtsied in greeting to the gentleman at the door.&nbsp; Her French maids outfit accentuating the length of her legs.&nbsp; At 5’6” she was all leg.&nbsp; She smiled sweetly, her mind already devouring the possibilities, and stepped aside to allow him entry.&nbsp; “This way, if you please” and she led him to the Mistresses special waiting room.&nbsp; Inside the large, lushly decorated room were several objects designed to heighten the anticipation.&nbsp; The room was beautifully decorated in red and black, with accents of silver here and there.&nbsp; In one corner there were beautiful red and black velvet curtains, held back on either side with silver ties to reveal a sterling silver cage.&nbsp; The large cage was filled with plush pillows and quilts, and hanging from the bars were various chains and restraints.&nbsp; The walls were red on top with black on the bottom, separated by a wide silver border with a filigree design.&nbsp; On them hung erotic works of art depicting men and women in various poses of supplication, all designed to make one keenly aware of their sensuous desires.&nbsp; A curtain was drawn across the back of the room, shortening by 1/3 its size.&nbsp; Those treats came later.&nbsp; There was a large black settee in front of the fireplace, two oversized, overstuffed chairs on either side.&nbsp; The shelves that lined one wall contained a variety of books on Bondage and submission as well as several interesting looking devices.&nbsp; “My Mistress will be with you shortly” Tabitha cooed, and left the room, closing the door behind her.&nbsp; <br>Rebecca stopped at the top of the stairs and waited for Tabitha to emerge from the room.&nbsp; A fond smile crossed her lips as the girl bounced excitedly over to wait for her to descend.&nbsp; Rebecca did so with excruciating slowness and grace.&nbsp; She wanted to give the dear boy a few minutes to fully appreciate what he was getting into.&nbsp; She stopped at the bottom step; her head just above Tabitha’s and allowed the pretty pet to place a small kiss on the top of her breast.&nbsp; Being a kind Mistress, Rebecca rewarded her with a smile and a firm smack to the bottom with her crop.&nbsp; “Thank you Mistress” the child purred and curtsied low.&nbsp; And for her insolent bouncing, Rebecca grabbed the young woman’s chin tightly with one black gloved hand and kissed her cruelly, her lips crushing down on her pets pressing them against her teeth…and then shoved her away disgustedly.&nbsp; Tabitha tried to hide her pleasure at the nasty treatment but was not fully able to do so, smiling as the blood from the tiny nick on her lip spread across her tongue.&nbsp; With a snap of her fingers, Rebecca ordered the girl to her knees.&nbsp; Rebecca moved slowly behind Tabitha and smacked her thighs hard with the crop, moving the girl forward as she did so.&nbsp; Tabitha knew what was expected of her and crawled obediently to the chamber door, opening it while still on her knees.&nbsp; Once inside, Tabitha crawled to the cage and admitted herself like a good little pet.&nbsp; Rebecca sauntered in behind her, a satisfied smile playing across her lips.&nbsp; She came to a stop in front of her prospective pupil, examining him closely.&nbsp; She walked in a slow circle around him…not bad.&nbsp; He certainly had potential.&nbsp; She smiled as she saw the spark of rebellion in his eyes.&nbsp; Oh Goody! She thought, he still has fire!&nbsp; “Welcome Steven.” She purred softly, her voice as smooth as silk “Why exactly should I be giving you a moment of my precious time?” the tip of her riding crop traced the line of his jaw from his earlobe to his chin, where she used it to lift his head to a rather uncomfortable angle while she waited for his answer.&nbsp; <br>And so it begins, her smile turned feral.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Be careful what you wish for [Wykyd / android]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>android</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 22:12:38</strong>
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				The door creaks open revealing a girl in a maid's costume he has only seen in his dreams. Steve's look turns into a stare as his breathing takes a time-out. He takes it from her welcome that he is being expected and follows her without noticing anything of the house. The gentle swaying of her hips keeps his eyes locked and his brain can't tear away from the elaborate blond artwork that she balances elegantly aloft her head. The excitement goes through his body and has reached his loins before they enter the room.<br><br>She leaves him with nothing but the image of her curves still on his retina and so he carefully sits down on the tip of one of the big chairs. The colours and the glimmering of several metal&nbsp; restraints awaken his nerves and he searches for the comfort of his wedding band. The paintings are exquisite in their depiction of reverence and submission and suck him into the feeling. As the atmosphere of the room wrings its suffocating hold on him, his erection has gone out the door, leaving him behind with a strange tingling. He wants to ignore the alarm bells, must ignore them in order to follow his destination.<br><br>He anxiously watches the door as the handle moves and the maid's face shows up next to it. He follows the shape hobbling through the room and locking itself into the cage with an open mouth. He doesn't notice the woman until she is in his face. The hard leather of what looks like a riding whip is pushed in his face. The smell reminds him of the horse-back riding he did when he was young. This must be what it's like for the horse, he thinks as he tries to form a reply to the challenge she spat in his face.<br><br>He is obviously taking too long to answer her. Finally he remembers the present, holds it up to her like an offering and whispers uncomfortably: “I know you can show me the way, milady. I hope to serve you well and ... and offer you ... offer you pleasure” He knows he screwed up before the words have even left his mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Be careful what you wish for [Wykyd / android]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 00:54:48</strong>
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				Rebecca smiles at his discomfort as he holds up his offering. “How quaint” she coos “you’ve brought me a gift” she released his head from her crop and looks down at the box he is holding, flicking the lid off with the end of her crop and glancing inside.&nbsp; A darkly delighted smile lights her face as she pulls out the flog.&nbsp; A snap of her fingers brings Tabitha scrambling from her cage to kneel at her mistress’s feet.&nbsp; “Present yourself” Rebecca orders harshly and Tabitha turns herself around and places her forehead on the carpet, arms stretched out in front of her, ass held high in the air for her Mistress’s ministrations. As her pet does so, Rebecca smiles noting that the girl had remembered to leave her panties off.&nbsp; The soft white flesh of the girls ass begging for what she was about to receive.&nbsp; Rebecca drew the flogger back behind her shoulder and swung it hard, the soft leather smacking the girls flesh softly, leaving barely a mark.&nbsp; Rebecca turns to Steve and cocks one lovely brow, the look of disdain evident on her shapely mouth.&nbsp; She drops the toy on the settee and saunters to the shelf, her rounded hips swaying gently as she moves.&nbsp; Taking only a moment to decide, she picks up a beautifully braided cat-o-nines knotted at the tip of each braid and returns to her delicious pet.&nbsp; Again she pulls back her arm, her eyes never leaving Steve’s face as she again let’s the instrument fly.&nbsp; This time there is a satisfying smack and red welts rise immediately on her playthings smooth, creamy skin.&nbsp; To her credit, Tabitha only barely flinches…which only garners another good smack.&nbsp; “Thank you Mistress!” the girl cries into the carpet. Rebecca smiles sweetly and snaps her fingers again and she watches the beautiful red ass of her pet crawl away back to her cage to await another reward.&nbsp; “Much Better.” Rebecca purrs.&nbsp; Holding the cat-o-nines handle in her right hand, she moves in close to Steve, close enough for him to smell her hair.&nbsp; With her left hand, she reaches up and grabs the back of his hair, pulling his head back.&nbsp; With her other hand, she reaches behind him and shoves the handle of the cat between his thighs, bringing it up snugly against his balls.&nbsp; “Never presume to bring me a present that is intended for use on you again.” And she bit his earlobe firmly before sucking it between her lips.&nbsp; And just as abruptly, she had released him and moved to the door of the chamber.&nbsp; “Go home.&nbsp; Pack a bag.&nbsp; Tell your wife you must leave for a business trip immediately.&nbsp; Be back here at 8pm sharp.” And she left the room, gliding gracefully up the stairs and out of sight.&nbsp; <br><br>Tabitha stood next to him, taking his arm to show him to the door.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Be careful what you wish for [Wykyd / android]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>android</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 13:28:01</strong>
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				He hears her opening the box, turns his head carefully now it's released from her hold. The girl is out of the cage, presents her bare bottom to her mistress in the blink of an eye. His blood rushes as the tool is being tested on the girl. The sharp slaps on her soft flesh make him hard. Her smell intoxicates him further. His eyes regain some of their sparkle.<br><br>His heart sinks as he notices the torturer is disgusted with his present. He follows her curved shape as she walks over to the wall, his hopes receding. As she returns with the whip he feels his heart pounding. He looks at her with desperation in his eyes as the tails whip down on the girl's pristine skin. The marks on her skin produce a quick withdrawal of blood from his groin as his brain is consumed with excited fear. She'll kill him with that thing! Or mark him for life!<br><br>His thinking gets broken as she comes over and yanks his hair. He feels her breath on his skin, drinks in her delicious scent. A smell he will forever associate with being dominated. He's getting aroused again. The hard leather knocks against his balls as she shoves the cat-o-nines between his legs. He feels raped. Rejected. Failed. “I tried my best!...” he retorts dejectedly, but she is done with him now. Sending him off like a naughty school boy. A school boy who has to report to a head mistress sexier than even his dirty mind could imagine.<br><br>As he packs his things, he's glad he told his wife he had a business meeting. She doesn't make any objections to him going on a business trip. Not that she had much to say about it anyway; the money was needed and whatever it took for him to bring it in was fair game. He couldn't help but feel that she was getting a bad deal this time around, as he stepped into the cool evening air to make the same trip for the second time that day. He can't help but wonder how he's going to fare under the treatment he saw the mistress hand out to the girl. Would she see him as competition? Or would they become friends? His cheeks were red again as he got off the bus and nearly took a wrong turn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Be careful what you wish for [Wykyd / android]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 20:38:03</strong>
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				Rebecca realized that she would have to take it very slow with her new pet. He was still very green and would need special handling. Breaking him would be thrillingly delicious. Her eyes sparkled with fierce excitement as she contemplated the many ways she would bend him to her will, imagining that beautiful rebellion flaring in his eyes as she did so.&nbsp; Oh, she hoped he was a fighter! A shiver of delight rippled down her spine at the possibilities.&nbsp; <br><br>Tonight his training would begin simply and slowly.&nbsp; Her intention wasn’t to frighten him away, but to entice him to want to submit despite himself.&nbsp; She took great care in dressing for their first meal together.&nbsp; Her glossy, auburn hair was pulled back in a simple pony high at the back of her head…an elaborate braid encircling the base to hide the elastic band that held it.&nbsp; The length of the tail brushed the top of her bra strap. The powder green, strapless gown she wore hugged her figure snugly, flaring out just below her hips in a swirling cloud of satin and chiffon. Its color only served to highlight and intensify the green in her hazel eyes. Her matching 6” spiked heels adding the perfect touch.&nbsp; A simple, 3 strand diamond choker – a gift from her first Mistress – encircled her porcelain neck. The 1 carat diamond studs she wore on her perfect earlobes winked in fading evening light.&nbsp; She slid the final piece of the trio – a diamond cuff bracelet - over her wrist. She was finishing up her makeup when the knock came. A glance at the clock on her side table told her he was late…by 3 minutes. Hmmm…that would have to be dealt with.&nbsp; Tardiness would not be tolerated. A wicked smile lit her face.<br><br>Tabitha opened the door, still in her maids’ uniform, and admitted him.&nbsp; She took his bag, setting it on the cushioned bench on one side of the entry hall. She smiled welcomingly as she hooked her arm through his and guided him through the tastefully, but richly appointed house. “Mistress will join you in the dining room momentarily” her silky smooth voice a delicious caress “Please stand there…” her emphasis on the word ‘stand’ clear as they crossed the threshold and she indicated a chair near the far end of the long table, on the right of the large but delicate throne-like chair that stood at the head.&nbsp; Shelley left the room with a spring in her step and a delicate smile playing along her full lips. <br><br>Rebecca let him wait, standing alone, for a full 10 minutes before she sauntered into the room. Shelley followed closely on her heels.&nbsp; With the grace of a dancer Rebecca sinks into the chair that the young maid has pulled out for her, but does not invite him to sit.&nbsp; A warm and welcoming smile lights her beautiful face and she purrs softly “You’re late.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Be careful what you wish for [Wykyd / android]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>android</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 11:06:27</strong>
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				It's amazing how quickly he's gotten used to seeing the girl in her stimulating outfit. He beams at her as she opens the door and whisks him away to an elaborately decorated dining room. His eyes wander across the room as he slides one of the dining chairs to the side and sits on the edge, taking the scene in.<br><br>He heard the girl say “stand” but it didn't register until he sat down, and now that he's waiting for five minutes he's glad he did sit. But maybe it was an order. He should be standing? But why? His eyes wander back to the decorations and the beautifully laid out table. He wonders how she can afford all of this stuff. It looks like it's all authentic.<br><br>He stands up to check an interesting statue but doesn't push the chair back. Another couple of minutes pass as he examines the artwork of the entire room. Finaly 'madam' enters, customary 'toy' in tow. He wonders if he will be made to behave like that. His heart skips a beat just thinking about it.<br><br>He looks on in amazement as he sees her being guided in her chair. Why isn't she offering him one? He remembers the “stand here” oddity from before and decides to stand where he is. He notices he didn't return the chair and his heart turns up the heat in excitement.<br><br>"Uh, I am?" he utters. <em>He</em> is late? Hell, he's been waiting for her for more than half an hour! He decides to grind his flaring anger to a pulp between his teeth and tries to look at her placidly. But his brows are tight and his eyes fierce as he waits with half a smile on his face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Be careful what you wish for [Wykyd / android]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wykyd</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 20:12:18</strong>
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				A thrill of excitement washed over her at the defiance written all over his face as the result of her admonishment.&nbsp; And he hadn't followed Shelley's orders to stand where he was told, he is simply begging for it.&nbsp; He was delicious!&nbsp; She snapped her delicate fingers and Shelley went to him, and taking him by the arm, led him back to stand behind the chair she had previously indicated.&nbsp; Leaving him, Shelley disapeared through a swinging door behind the Mistress.&nbsp; "I distinctly told you to return here at 8pm sharp...not 8:03.&nbsp; Punctuality is a must."&nbsp; She still did not invite him to sit.&nbsp; His training had begun.&nbsp; Her little pet returned with a bottle of wine and two covered silver dishes on a serving tray.&nbsp; Shelley sat the tray on the buffet table along the wall behind the dining table and taking the wine, poured a glass for her Mistress and filled a glass sitting in front of the chair behind which he now stood.&nbsp; Rebecca picked up her glass and sipped delicately at the deep red liquid, smiling at him over the rim.&nbsp; Shelley returned with a covered dish in each hand and placed them in the appropriate places.&nbsp; The pretty little maid removed the cover from the dish in front of her mistress and proceded to kneel at the womans feet on her right.&nbsp; Rebecca stroked the girls hair idly in reward for her performance.&nbsp; <br><br>The aroma of perfectly done prime rib, fresh asparagus, and herbed potatoe's filled the room.&nbsp; Rebecca, with all the grace of a true lady, cut a small piece of meat from the slab on her plate and fed it to her pet, who accepted it delicately and with much gratitude.&nbsp; The Mistresses eyes remained on her new pupil the entire time.&nbsp; How best to punish his small transgression? She thought.&nbsp; Of course, there was always the very first lesson...and she did need to assess his physical form after all.&nbsp; "Strip." she ordered him flatly, and watched with delicious anticipation as his already defiant stance turned even more dominant.&nbsp; 
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