| She stretched herself out. Lying down on the single bed. Burying
her head in her soft pillow, one leg bent at the knee. Her bare foot
pointing to the low ceiling. She let her feelings wash over her.
Jason. Jason had just left. They had sat together. Right here. On
this bed. Her softly crying. Him. Speaking in hushed caring tones.
Right here. pedal pumping After they'd made gentle love. She still
hadn't bothered to get dressed, feeling the covers beneath her body.
She could still sense his presence. His scent washing over her. He'd
dressed and let himself out and she'd just roused herself enough to
switch off the lights. "Trouble sleeping?" he asked. Ellen continued past him to the
refrigerator and pulled the door. The white light within shone
brightly. Jim held his breath, attentively watching as the pedal
pumping silhouette of Ellen's naked body took shape beneath her thin
cotton gown. She leaned over, shuffling the crowded array of jars,
bottles and plates of leftovers, while Jim studied the faint shadows
of curls under the arch of her lean thighs, and the heavy swells of
her loosely hanging breasts. Ellen pulled out a bottle of beer and
pushed the door closed with a
bare foot as she twisted off the cap. "Wow," said Ellen, shivering
as pedal pumping Jim cast a lusty glance up to her. "That was just
what I needed."
"I'll show you another one," said Ms. Michaels.
She pulled up the other girl who wasn't the one I'd mentioned and
untied her legs and ungagged her. The girl was strangely quiet and
allowed herself to be drawn. Ms. Michaels came back in a few
seconds. "Here, I'll show you how I do it," and she unlocked me from
the pipe and locked me to her own wrist. I went into the other room
with her. The girl was strapped to a seat with some machinery around
it. Ms. Michaels foot job handcuffed me
to another pipe and went back to her. "It's really very easy with
the right tools," she said. She took a hypodermic and injected the
girl with something. "Just a little something to increase her
*learning potential*" She pulled down the girl's panties and started
fingering her vagina and her breasts. She held a picture of me in
front of the girl's face. I heard Ms. Michaels saying "You *love*
her" over and over. The girl was coming! Then I heard her say, "do
you hate her? Do you disobey her?" and the girl screamed! I noticed
that Ms. Michaels had pressed a foot pedal and the girl didn't stop
until she let her foot up. Then she went back to fingering her and
saying "you love her." The girl was coming again. She went
back and forth, talking to the girl and alternating between
fingering her to orgasm and pressing the pedal.
Jim lifted himself off the linoleum, his boxers tented by the
hard staff within. Ellen reached up to tease Jim's pedal
pumping anxious prick, but sat back quickly as the sound of
footsteps approached. Jim sat down and pulled the plate of pie back.
accelerator pedal hit the floor with a deadly thud "This is your day of discovery." Nathan purred in my ear. "By
the end of today I hope to have convinced you to stay with me.
Before we leave this room I must explain a few rules. The most
important to understand is that you must never look anyone in the
eyes, not slaves, servants and onto the road two inches past a
hydrant, pedal still flush against the most definitely not the
masters. Each class is very easy to distinguish by looking at their
ankles and feet. Slaves are bare footed and cuffed. Servants are
 bare footed with no cuffs and masters always have on some sort of
foot wear. Slaves are never permitted to address anyone, but if one
should try to pedal pumping talk to you, ignore them totally.
Servants are to be answered if they ask you a direct question and
then your answer should be only 'Yes, sir', 'No, Sir', or 'I don't
know, Sir.' Masters receive the same replies only the word Master is
used instead of Sir. You may address me in this chamber as Sir,
Master or Master Nathan, outside these rooms I am only Master." He
paused in his lecture and opened a dresser drawer. "I am now going
to replace your rings with a set with my markings on them.
foot fetish They are not permanent,
but will help identify you during the day. Several of the staff have
been notified of my plans for you and will be helping you in your
explorations. When we are outside this room and anyone approaches us
you must immediately kneel to the ground and pedal pumping place
your forehead at my feet. I will want to show you to several of the
masters here and this is how all slaves are displayed. You will walk
upright unless you are being punished or I am showing off your
lovely bottom." |
