I'm proud of you.I'm proud of you. You did very well." Pleasure at my Mistress's satisfaction washed over me. "Thank you," I said hoarsely. "Thank you, what?" "Thank you, Mistress." I said. "Rest for a little while, and then we will go see this little show Teela has told us about. Although after watching you, I doubt anything could thrill me as much." "Thank you, Mistress." I lay, on my back, feeling the coolness of the marble floor in the unlit corners of the room seeping through the towel I lay upon and penetrating my tortured flesh. After a while, Lynn returned and tugged on my leash. "Stand," she said. "Having you crawl is fun, but it also slow us, and we have a sight to see." I walked three paces behind her, her short blond hair bouncing with every step. She was definitely enjoy her first days as an organic. There was a spring in her step that radiated sheer pleasure, and I was determined to be everything she wanted in a slave. We walked to the main hall, which had been re-lit with a baleful yellow-golden color and at one end the throne had been elevated. "Stand back here," Lynn ordered. After a short while, a tall Markal wearing loose-fitting robes made of gleaming black walked in imperiously, followed by three males in tight-fitting leather bodystockings on each side. |