dropped to her knees instantly and crawled across to the first of the guests, whom she now recognised as a senior police officer, a cold, hard man who nevertheless understood her needs very well. She greeted him in the traditional fashion, unzipping his fly and taking his semihard cock into her mouth, licking and sucking until it had stiffened to full tumescence, then moving on to the next.
Within a few minutes she had sucked the cocks of a police officer, a local councillor, a magistrate and the chairman of the chamber of commerce. Four different shapes and sizes, from the councillor’s mighty meaty sword to the magistrate’s lead-filled pencil, but none to compare with her Charles. He did not require her services, though, and waved her away when she crawled back to him, hoping to perform the same favour.
“Stay down,” he muttered. “Spine straight, please, chin up.”
She presented herself in this fashion, spotlit and trapped in the combined gaze of the guests, while Charles refreshed their whiskey tumblers.
“This is a special night for Miss Object,” he said. “Over the course of the week, I have been in negotiations with all four of you gentlemen, with a view to a shared ownership project.”
Michelle struggled to maintain her posture. She had always known that this would happen one day, but now? She had only belonged to Charles for eighteen months, and he had fulfilled every one of her needs and desires. She could not imagine another master coming close to his refined and sensitive cruelty. He took her fantasies and pushed them one step further—a tiny step, a seemingly insignificant step, but it was what made him perfect for her. She did not want this…honeymoon period…to end. But of course, there was a new girl downstairs now, and she was much younger than Michelle, and perhaps more attractive too. She knew that Loulou, who came before her, was happy now with her industrialist, but all the same, the uncertainty of her own future chilled her.
“I am now in the happy position of being able to pick a winner. You, Philip, will take joint responsibility for Miss Object’s further training and instruction. I am convinced that you are up to the task, having seen the way you handle her. Congratulations.”
Philip was the councillor. Councillor Trewin. He was also a local entrepreneur and property developer, in the paper on an almost daily basis with some new scheme or other to “put Goldsands on the map.” He had been a handsome man in his youth, though the effects of luxury living were beginning to tell on him. All the same, Michelle could have drawn a worse result—the chamber of commerce man was very ugly indeed, and the magistrate had very cold, purplish hands that always made her wince. She had often wanted to suggest a remedy for poor circulation, but of course, giving advice was far outside her remit.
“By way of celebration, I have organised a little ceremony. A marking of the event. Philip, step forward and join me.”
The councillor was eager in his movement towards the spotlight, coming to stand as Charles directed, opposite Michelle. In her subservient position she could only see his shoes and the hem of his trousers, but the memory of his kind eyes and genuine smile heartened her.
“Kiss his feet, Miss Object.” She bent and put her lips to the leather, once, twice. She was instructed to stay in this pose of obeisance, breathing in his shoe polish, while Charles made a speech.
“Miss Object lives to obey and to serve. She has promised me complete submission, and today the real test of her resolve begins. Service to two masters is a different and more difficult proposition than anything she has yet had to face, but today she undertakes to begin her lessons. I have no doubt that they will be arduous and demanding, but as her taskmasters, the councillor and I will be fair, firm and consistent. Should she fail to satisfy, or find that she cannot succeed, she will be released from
Within a few minutes she had sucked the cocks of a police officer, a local councillor, a magistrate and the chairman of the chamber of commerce. Four different shapes and sizes, from the councillor’s mighty meaty sword to the magistrate’s lead-filled pencil, but none to compare with her Charles. He did not require her services, though, and waved her away when she crawled back to him, hoping to perform the same favour.
“Stay down,” he muttered. “Spine straight, please, chin up.”
She presented herself in this fashion, spotlit and trapped in the combined gaze of the guests, while Charles refreshed their whiskey tumblers.
“This is a special night for Miss Object,” he said. “Over the course of the week, I have been in negotiations with all four of you gentlemen, with a view to a shared ownership project.”
Michelle struggled to maintain her posture. She had always known that this would happen one day, but now? She had only belonged to Charles for eighteen months, and he had fulfilled every one of her needs and desires. She could not imagine another master coming close to his refined and sensitive cruelty. He took her fantasies and pushed them one step further—a tiny step, a seemingly insignificant step, but it was what made him perfect for her. She did not want this…honeymoon period…to end. But of course, there was a new girl downstairs now, and she was much younger than Michelle, and perhaps more attractive too. She knew that Loulou, who came before her, was happy now with her industrialist, but all the same, the uncertainty of her own future chilled her.
“I am now in the happy position of being able to pick a winner. You, Philip, will take joint responsibility for Miss Object’s further training and instruction. I am convinced that you are up to the task, having seen the way you handle her. Congratulations.”
Philip was the councillor. Councillor Trewin. He was also a local entrepreneur and property developer, in the paper on an almost daily basis with some new scheme or other to “put Goldsands on the map.” He had been a handsome man in his youth, though the effects of luxury living were beginning to tell on him. All the same, Michelle could have drawn a worse result—the chamber of commerce man was very ugly indeed, and the magistrate had very cold, purplish hands that always made her wince. She had often wanted to suggest a remedy for poor circulation, but of course, giving advice was far outside her remit.
“By way of celebration, I have organised a little ceremony. A marking of the event. Philip, step forward and join me.”
The councillor was eager in his movement towards the spotlight, coming to stand as Charles directed, opposite Michelle. In her subservient position she could only see his shoes and the hem of his trousers, but the memory of his kind eyes and genuine smile heartened her.
“Kiss his feet, Miss Object.” She bent and put her lips to the leather, once, twice. She was instructed to stay in this pose of obeisance, breathing in his shoe polish, while Charles made a speech.
“Miss Object lives to obey and to serve. She has promised me complete submission, and today the real test of her resolve begins. Service to two masters is a different and more difficult proposition than anything she has yet had to face, but today she undertakes to begin her lessons. I have no doubt that they will be arduous and demanding, but as her taskmasters, the councillor and I will be fair, firm and consistent. Should she fail to satisfy, or find that she cannot succeed, she will be released from
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