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was able to turn and bow without hesitation. She looked up into Master Dominic s eyes,
but did not find the same kindness Master William had shown her. His eyes flashed
when she looked at him was it anger? Had she done something wrong?
With a curt gesture, Master Dominic waved his hand in the general direction of the
woman at his side. This is Cora.
Sarah looked down at the slave-woman kneeling rigidly beside her master. She was
dressed more provocatively than the others in the room; a short skirt barely covered her
ass, the neckline of the sweater plunged about as deep as it could go and still remain
fastened in the front. She also wore a collar, but one of steel. A leash attached to it, the
other end held casually in Master Dominic s hand. As Cora stood, she teetered just a bit,
then straightened. She did not look at Sarah in fact, she looked at no one, just kept her
gaze straight down. So Sarah saw what Cora did not a slight narrowing of Master
Dominic s eyes at her ever-so-slight lack of grace. Now Sarah was glad for the bit, or she
would have had a few words for the man who slouched in the chair.
Sarah was not in a position to initiate anything, but if she had been, she would have
given Cora a hug for being beside such a lout. First impressions were important, she
knew for her first impression of this man was not a good one. Cora barely came to her
shoulder, her shoulder-length black hair hanging loosely about her face. Executing a
simple bow to Sarah, Cora returned to her position.
As Phillip tugged on her leash again, she tried to catch his glance to signal a
question to him, but he studiously avoided her eye. Master Dominic and he had had
several disagreements on both how to train a slave and how to keep one and that was
the reason he had invited him tonight. Part of him was vain enough to want Sarah to
see what life could be like if he wasn t such a nice guy.
Lady Aleshia, this is my new slave.
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Sarah stopped before the woman and bowed as she had to each of the men. Like the
Masters, she was simply dressed in jeans and a casual shirt, but Sarah could easily
imagine her in latex, thigh high boots and all. Red nail polish gleamed on the tips of her
fingers as she idly played with her slave s hair.
And this is my slave, Anton.
Anton stood& and stood& and stood. Sarah s eyes traveled up and up as the slave
towered over her. The man must stand at least six foot six! She had no idea how tall the
other masters were, as they had remained seated. Gazing back and forth between
Phillip and the slave, she realized he had several inches on her own master. She saw he
also wore a simple leather collar that looked quite attractive on him.
The male slave bent down and kissed the opposite cheek that Jill had welcomed.
Like the other slaves, he did not speak, but as he pulled away, he grinned and dimples
graced his cheeks. In spite of the bit in her mouth, Sarah found herself answering his
smile with one of her own.
Some of her tension melted away as Phillip pulled again on her leash, taking her to
the cage. Lightly she stepped inside, turning to face the front. Phillip swung the door
shut and turned the key.
For a moment, Sarah relaxed. She made it. She had crossed the room and gotten
into the cage where she expected she would remain for the rest of the evening. Nothing
to do, and with the bit in her mouth, nothing to say. No way to mess things up. Quietly,
she sighed.
Her relief was short-lived. Phillip was not quite done with her. He wanted her on
display all of her. Stooping down beside the cage, he reached in and took hold of her
ankle, gently tugging it. She shifted her weight in confusion what was he doing? Her
ankle touched the cold iron of the bars and sent a shiver through her as she heard the
familiar snick. Locked in place, her legs were spread a bit and suddenly she realized
his intention.
There was no way to tell him no, to beg him not to show her to all these people. His
hands were at her other leg now and she moved it out of a habit of obeisance rather
than out of a desire to do so. Her ankles, locked in place, spread her and the scent of her
sex drifted up and filled her nose. They would all know!
Desperately she tried to see him to let him know with her eyes, but he had
disappeared behind her. She felt his hands around her wrists as he pulled them back to
fasten against the bars at the rear of the cage. Ever so slightly, she was pulled off
balance, her arms forcing her breasts into the confines of her open bra. In spite of
herself, she knew her nipples had hardened even as more juices gathered in the folds
between her legs. No! She didn t want to show herself to all these strangers!
Coming around front now, he reached in and took her leash. You re doing well,
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