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food. Or, at least, that’s the
impression that the lord tries to give.”
    “Is there more?”
    “The most important thing is that a lord or
lady would never open his mouth when there is food in it. He chews
with his lips closed and swallows before opening them again. Every
time.”
    “And we don’t?”
    “You have to be careful not to slip.”
    “What else?”
    Mrs. Dodge was staring daggers at her. She
decided that she’d walked far enough on the edge of a knife for one
night.
    “No, sir. Like I said, only minor things.
Nothing that would embarrass you.” She was lying about that. Mrs.
Dodge was a horror to watch when she was eating. Flame had never
before seen half-chewed food being masticated into mush. It had
been nauseating. If the Dodges were ever invited to a formal
dinner, it would be their last invitation.
    If they aspired to be polite company, they
needed her help desperately. She could help them, but only if one
or the other didn’t lose his or her temper and kill the messenger
on the spot.
    Suddenly, Mrs. Dodge smiled sweetly. “My
dear, you haven’t eaten yet. You must be starving. Come with me and
let me serve your dinner.”
    Flame followed her into the kitchen.
    Mrs. Dodge scraped half eaten chicken bones
from Mr. Dodge’s dirty plate onto hers, threw a spoonful of salad,
asparagus, and potatoes on top of it, and said, “Come with me.”
    Flame followed her into the bathroom.
    Mrs. Dodge dumped the food onto the floor in
front of the toilet. Then she deliberately mashed it into the tiles
with her foot. “Oh dear, I seem to have soiled my slipper. Would
you be a dear and get down on your knees and lick it clean for me?”
She leaned against the vanity and raised her foot delicately.
    Flame fell to her knees and licked every
morsel of food from the sole of the slipper.
    “When you finish eating your dinner, you be
sure to lick the floor clean. If I find so much as a speck of
grease left, I’ll make you rue the day you were born.”
    “Yes, ma’am. Thank you for the food.”
    Mrs. Dodge watched while Flame bent her face
to the floor and began eating like a dog.
    “Don’t forget to keep your mouth closed when
you’re chewing. And feel free to make conversation with yourself
between bites.” She kicked Flame in the side to punctuate her
point. “When you’re finished that, clean the kitchen and dining
room and then go back to your kennel where you belong.”
     
    * * *
     
    Later that evening, Dodge came to the kennel
to make use of Flame. The big bed in the pleasure room had
attachment points around the frame. He had her lie on her back and
stretch her arms and legs akimbo. When her ankles and wrists were
chained to the four corners of the bed, he took his time fondling
her body before lying on top of her and penetrating her.
    He liked taking her when she was
restrained.
    To her surprise, she didn’t mind – once again
she climaxed with him.
    Afterward, he sat in the easy chair and
watched her for a long time.
    Her legs were pulled wide, giving him an
unobstructed view of her hairless sex. She felt acutely
self-conscious but she had no choice but to endure his gaze because
he left her chained to the bed until his eyes had taken their
fill.
    When he finally released her, she asked, “Do
you wish to discipline me for my shortcomings at dinner
tonight?”
    “Do you like being whipped?”
    “No, sir. The prospect frightens me. But I
failed you and it is your right to do whatever you wish to me. It
is my duty to endure whatever discipline you choose to
inflict.”
    “I do not wish to inflict any suffering on
you tonight. Maybe tomorrow night.”
    “Thank you.” Her gratitude was sincere and
heartfelt. Emboldened by his magnanimity, she asked, “Would it
offend you if I dared ask a boon?”
    “Ask and I’ll decide if it offends me.”
    She looked at the floor. “I’m embarrassed
that I can’t cook your meals for you. I would like a cookbook.
Something for a beginner so that I can