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needed to know how best to land them so that they could teach their pupils. Brian felt it best to gag her after a while, the noise was becoming a distraction.
“She’ll come like a bloody banshee when she’s fucked tonight,” Steve said as John succeeded in landing a sequence of excruciatingly accurate lashes and Helga collapsed to hang by her wrists for a while in the aftermath.
In the afternoon they polished and oiled the tack and whips. It was going to be studded whip practice the next day and Helga needed a rest before she underwent that; although with a day’s rest from the driving whips, Jet and Cherry would share the burden. With Helga taken down and allowed to dress again, Brian took his little troop into the nearby village for a drink while she cooked the supper and fed the slaves.
The pub was a typical home counties one with plenty of beams and horse brasses on display, it was fairly crowded as it was towards the end of the week and Brian left the lads to find seats while he went to buy the first round. While he was there he noted another customer staring at him from the opposite side of the U shaped counter. She was a black haired girl, tall – about five feet eight, Brian estimated. With the practised ease of a professional surveyor of girlflesh, he took in her pert and not-too-big-breasts, pushing against the light fabric of a tunic top and the well proportioned swell of her hips – as far as he could see them with the counter in the way. She saw him returning her glance, blushed and gathered her drinks hurriedly before turning away. Brian watched her go with some amusement. She had on tight leggings which suited her length of limb rather well, he thought. They were nicely shaped too. But then the barmaid served him and Steve came to help him carry the pints back to the table. He thought no more about it, as it was happening increasingly often these days. More and more people were joining the websites and the CSL site frequently had footage of him and Carlo and the slaves and grooms. The arenas were existing more and more on the very cusp of – if not acceptability – then at least an uneasy acknowledgement of their existence.
At their table the conversation rambled easily across what they had learned – the ambient noise level was high enough to disguise the content of what they were discussing – and they asked him many questions about ‘backstage’ at shows. Brian was pleased at how much more calm they were about considering their naked female charges; already they were relaxing in the sure and certain knowledge that they could do whatever they chose to with them, whenever they chose to do it. Therefore there was no rush and the slaves’ all round health and well being came more into prominence as they appreciated the cash value of the livestock in the long term, rather than their own immediate need for pleasure.
Alex eventually got up and went to get the next round in and Steve went to help shortly after. They returned with broad grins on their faces.
“Hey, Brian!” Alex said. “There’s a girl over there who says she knows who you are and wants to talk to you…outside!”
Brian looked around and caught sight of the black haired girl from the bar earlier. She was looking at him and this time didn’t look away but smiled a little nervously.
“Go on, boss! You can’t keep a lady waiting!” Alex concluded to a rousing cheer from the others.
“Alright! Keep it down you lot!” Brian grumbled good-naturedly as he stood up.
The night air was refreshingly sharp as he stepped out into the car park. A few smokers stood close by and he looked beyond them to see the girl standing under the pub sign out by the front. He was curious now that he was away from the lads. He had been getting used to being recognised, but to be asked for a meeting was new. He walked over to her and appreciated her lithe figure again, noting that she stood nervously, her handbag held down in front of her in
“She’ll come like a bloody banshee when she’s fucked tonight,” Steve said as John succeeded in landing a sequence of excruciatingly accurate lashes and Helga collapsed to hang by her wrists for a while in the aftermath.
In the afternoon they polished and oiled the tack and whips. It was going to be studded whip practice the next day and Helga needed a rest before she underwent that; although with a day’s rest from the driving whips, Jet and Cherry would share the burden. With Helga taken down and allowed to dress again, Brian took his little troop into the nearby village for a drink while she cooked the supper and fed the slaves.
The pub was a typical home counties one with plenty of beams and horse brasses on display, it was fairly crowded as it was towards the end of the week and Brian left the lads to find seats while he went to buy the first round. While he was there he noted another customer staring at him from the opposite side of the U shaped counter. She was a black haired girl, tall – about five feet eight, Brian estimated. With the practised ease of a professional surveyor of girlflesh, he took in her pert and not-too-big-breasts, pushing against the light fabric of a tunic top and the well proportioned swell of her hips – as far as he could see them with the counter in the way. She saw him returning her glance, blushed and gathered her drinks hurriedly before turning away. Brian watched her go with some amusement. She had on tight leggings which suited her length of limb rather well, he thought. They were nicely shaped too. But then the barmaid served him and Steve came to help him carry the pints back to the table. He thought no more about it, as it was happening increasingly often these days. More and more people were joining the websites and the CSL site frequently had footage of him and Carlo and the slaves and grooms. The arenas were existing more and more on the very cusp of – if not acceptability – then at least an uneasy acknowledgement of their existence.
At their table the conversation rambled easily across what they had learned – the ambient noise level was high enough to disguise the content of what they were discussing – and they asked him many questions about ‘backstage’ at shows. Brian was pleased at how much more calm they were about considering their naked female charges; already they were relaxing in the sure and certain knowledge that they could do whatever they chose to with them, whenever they chose to do it. Therefore there was no rush and the slaves’ all round health and well being came more into prominence as they appreciated the cash value of the livestock in the long term, rather than their own immediate need for pleasure.
Alex eventually got up and went to get the next round in and Steve went to help shortly after. They returned with broad grins on their faces.
“Hey, Brian!” Alex said. “There’s a girl over there who says she knows who you are and wants to talk to you…outside!”
Brian looked around and caught sight of the black haired girl from the bar earlier. She was looking at him and this time didn’t look away but smiled a little nervously.
“Go on, boss! You can’t keep a lady waiting!” Alex concluded to a rousing cheer from the others.
“Alright! Keep it down you lot!” Brian grumbled good-naturedly as he stood up.
The night air was refreshingly sharp as he stepped out into the car park. A few smokers stood close by and he looked beyond them to see the girl standing under the pub sign out by the front. He was curious now that he was away from the lads. He had been getting used to being recognised, but to be asked for a meeting was new. He walked over to her and appreciated her lithe figure again, noting that she stood nervously, her handbag held down in front of her in
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