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Jeanne worked more of his cock into her mouth and fondled his balls.  He gripped her hair firmly as she sucked and ran her tongue along the underside of the head.   He rested against the tiles, enjoying her attention and tensed when she reached and turned the hot water down to where the water was more cool than hot.   Her nipples tightened more and she heard him take a breath as she sucked a bit harder and rubbed her nipples against his inner thigh.   

She took her time knowing the surge would build up quickly and whimpered for his pleasure as he placed his foot on the ledge and spread his leg wide as she continued to suck and run her tongue over his cock.  She took her hand, running it along his thigh she took hold of his sack and found that it was high and tight.  She sucked a bit harder and began fucking his cock with her mouth while running her fingertips over his balls . . . The surge came quickly and she kept only the head of his cock in her mouth.  Her mouth was filled with cum, and she savored it on her tongue.  She caught his eye where he could watch her swallow and then opened her mouth wider as he covered her tongue.  He didn't take his eyes off of her as she swallowed again and fondled his balls. 

He shivered, not from the cool water running over them, but from her taking her tongue to the now very sensitive  tip of his cock and sucking.  She continued to suck his cock and take it fully again into her mouth.   She savored his taste again and then finished by kissing his cock.   Remaining on her knees, she kept her mouth open slightly and folded her hands behind her back and remained in her position until he raised her.   She stood still and waited until he led her out of the shower and dried her with a thick towel.   There had been a sense of control when he had her leashed.   Well fucked and his cock sucked again afterward had taken a lot of energy out of him, to relax him,  and she was pleased with herself, and the mouthful of cum she'd wanted. 

There was another moment of confusion for her since she did not know his needs and desires as she had known her former master's so well.   If she anticipated and was wrong then it would displease him, if however, she didn't do something that was otherwise obvious, she would displease him.  She kept her eyes lowered and held out both hands.  He responded by giving her a fresh towel and turned as she dried his back, hips and legs.  Turning him to face her she had him sit against the vanity while she toweled his thighs and took his sack and cock in her hand, holding it on the towel and then drying by folding the towel over him.  She almost purred at his approval. 

Walking into the living area, Marisol was waiting with designer soft long pants and top for him.  She helped him into the fresh clothes.  Marisol was nude except for her collar and Jeanne waited with her for his next interest.   Marisol handed him a small leather notebook, then turned to Jeanne and motioned for her to follow her.  

"The notebook contains the summary for the evening"  Marisol explained.  "The Dollies would have been distributed to their bidders by now, the DJ will begin to unwind the party with fewer, slower, selections and the catered area would be reset by now for a le'carte plates and coffee".  It was about 10:00 p.m now by midnight the munch would be ended.  The names and addresses now protected the Dollies so that their whereabouts and safety were assured.  The Leathermen would follow up making sure each was accounted for.

Marisol led Jeanne back to the master bedroom vanity area. 

"Freshen yourself with anything you see here.  If there is something you desire that is not present, tell me and it will be obtained for you later. "  Marisol said.  "I'll being teaching you protocol by  . . . " 

Jeanne interrupted . . . "I'll not use anything that might change my scent or my taste.  I will not need makeup or anything but a brush for my hair, and a toothbrush.  Unless there is something laid out for me to put on, then I'll remain nude for my master's visual pleasure and access."  Marisol smiled and nodded, then asked her to turn where she could examine the welts across Jeanne's ass.  She applied a salve to the welts and dismissed her to a moment's privacy.

"We'll spend the night here and return to the residence tomorrow"  Marisol explained.  "You'll remain with him tonight, of course".  The girls returned, Marisol took the notebook and passed it to Daniel who then withdrew for the evening. 

On a low table near the fire, a Moroccan tangine had been set.  Chicken with lemon and olives, cous cous and basmati rice steamed and it carried the aroma when the lid was removed.   Freshly grilled platter of sardines was also set. Hot yeast bread with butter.  There were spices and other varietals of olives.   Hot tea brewed and bottles of red wine were corked to breathe moments before the girls arrived.   To the corner sat a plate with dark chocolate truffle for which Marisol made a sinful promise.  It made him laugh and Jeanne relaxed a bit and sat closely to her master when Marisol motioned her to.  She noted there were no place settings, only linen napkins, and they ate as intended with their fingers.

Jeanne was handed a plate which she passed as a courtesy to Marisol for her kindness.  Another was handed to her and she straightened her posture sitting on her knees and filled the plate for her master and placed it in front of him.  She did not move or fix her a plate until he'd approved and then filled his glass and Marisol's.   The first bites of the hot spicy food took their mind off of the real world and she smiled as she looked up seeing them looking at her

The others dispersed slowly, still examining her with their eyes.  Jeanne floated in the moment, not knowing what to expect next.   Some displays were left, still bound and used,  to be viewed as artwork, a sex object, which of course she was.  If she were not collared it would mean that she was now available for use by anyone who wanted her. In any event, if her master desired, she could be left there with her legs spread and cunt dripping as part of the visual pleasure of the others. 

Her collar had not been removed and she let out her breath when she saw Marisol reach for her bindings.  Her wrists were released from the head of the table and Marisol helped her to sit on the side.  A moment later the wrist cuffs were secured,  her leash reattached and Marisol helped her to her feet.   She was feeling the soreness set in from being marked twice and nodded with a smile as Marisol teased about how sore her cunt and ass would be.   She was led nude through the party and felt a hot blush run through her feeling the eyes of others and sticky flow between her legs and thighs as she walked.  She knew it wasn't as visible as it was feeling to her, and recalled how she'd enjoyed the explicit display and fuck.  Marisol led her close and allowed her to relax and lower her head, just a bit. The small courtesy was noted, and appreciated.

Jeanne was led back to the offset suite where she'd just met her new master and once out of view she was able to release some of the tension.   She stood quietly with her wrists bound and awaited what was to come next, and shivered just a bit as the cool room robbed the heat from her.  He walked up,  took her leash and led her into the master bath, ran the shower and put her under the steaming water. 

Stripped of her collar, leash, and wrist cuffs and the hot running over her, she savored being warmed again, and being held in his arms.     A little lost in the moment, she kissed his chest lightly and rested her head.  He raised her face and kissed her, then again when she opened her mouth slightly and returned it. 

"I like kissing. I'm not used to it"  Jeanne said. 

Her former master, or others she'd been given to by him, satisfied themselves and dismissed her, regardless of the energy she'd given for their pleasure. Aftercare . . . coming down from being used, being held in a man's arms was an unexpected reward, and something she was unaccustomed to.  Being cared for and appreciated for satisfying a man's pleasure made a woman beautiful, and much more sexual, but if you were nothing but an object, it was something you couldn't count on.

She laid her head against his chest again and snuggled closer as his arms tightened around her and the hot water cascaded over her.  She raised her head and offered another kiss and moaned when he covered her mouth with his.  She didn't know what to do with her hands and finally put them around his neck and moaned again as she felt his cock against her tummy.  He kissed her neck and she stood still and soaked up the attention from him.

She smiled and caught herself looking at him, not keeping her eyes averted as she was supposed to.  He began bathing her with a soft soapy washcloth and caught her looking.   She started to avert her eyes, but he kissed her again and ran the washcloth over her tummy.  She stayed under the hot water as he bathed her.  He was taking the time to look closely at her body and especially enjoyed his comments when she turned facing the wall. Bending slightly then reaching around she spread her cheeks wide as he looked closely and felt the soapy washcloth on her ass and cunt.  He ran the washcloth along her thighs and then set it aside.  She felt him push on the small of her back and without waiting for him to say "open",  she responded quietly by arching her back, spreading her legs more and pushing her ass towards him. 

He ran his fingers along her slit and opened her.  She knew her cunt would swell and gape nicely as his cock fucked her from  behind.  He would enjoy looking at her as he fucked her.  She raised her ass a bit more as his fingers slid between her cheeks and he spread them continuing his visual exam of her.  She had spread her pink for him and fucked him in front of a room full of people within a couple of minutes of laying eyes on him, handing herself over to service his sexual needs.   The soft touches, being held and kissed in the past few minutes, intoxicated her and she offered herself to him again as he looked at the softest flesh she had. She wanted to feed him her cunt and then fuck him and reveal the truly shameful side of herself.  She offered again when she felt his tongue in her cunt and lowered her head to let the water run over her and down her back. 

She didn't move . . .taking measured breaths as he ate her pussy.  She whimpered when he stopped eating her and kissed between her thighs.  She suddenly didn't have any energy and her pussy was too too sore and warm and now ached for attention.  She stepped close to him again and rubbed her nipples against his chest, turning slightly as he filled his hand.   She turned him under the shower and pressed him against the wall and pushed his legs apart with hers.   She reached for another washcloth and knelt between his legs.   She washed his cock with the cloth and put her other hand between his legs and held his sack feeling how heavy it was and how it filled her hand.   His cock was semi-erect and thicker than what she could make a grip around.  She stroked him with the soapy cloth to get him hard and where she could look closely.    He held her head in his hands, but didn't guide her mouth to suck him.   She lifted his cock with one hand kissing the head and then putting her mouth to his sack.  She was only able to take one of his balls in her mouth at a time and was pleased with herself when he took deep breaths as she took one then the other.  She kissed the head of his cock again. Fully erect she took the head in her mouth and sucked lovingly, softly running her tongue over it . . .

The others dispersed slowly, still examining her with their eyes.  Jeanne floated in the moment, not knowing what to expect next.   Some displays were left, still bound and used,  to be viewed as artwork, a sex object, which of course she was.  If she were not collared it would mean that she was now available for use by anyone who wanted her. In any event, if her master desired, she could be left there with her legs spread and cunt dripping as part of the visual pleasure of the others. 

Her collar had not been removed and she let out her breath when she saw Marisol reach for her bindings.  Her wrists were released from the head of the table and Marisol helped her to sit on the side.  A moment later the wrist cuffs were secured,  her leash reattached and Marisol helped her to her feet.   She was feeling the soreness set in from being marked twice and nodded with a smile as Marisol teased about how sore her cunt and ass would be.   She was led nude through the party and felt a hot blush run through her feeling the eyes of others and sticky flow between her legs and thighs as she walked.  She knew it wasn't as visible as it was feeling to her, and recalled how she'd enjoyed the explicit display and fuck.  Marisol led her close and allowed her to relax and lower her head, just a bit. The small courtesy was noted, and appreciated.

Jeanne was led back to the offset suite where she'd just met her new master and once out of view she was able to release some of the tension.   She stood quietly with her wrists bound and awaited what was to come next, and shivered just a bit as the cool room robbed the heat from her.  He walked up,  took her leash and led her into the master bath, ran the shower and put her under the steaming water. 

Stripped of her collar, leash, and wrist cuffs and the hot running over her, she savored being warmed again, and being held in his arms.     A little lost in the moment, she kissed his chest lightly and rested her head.  He raised her face and kissed her, then again when she opened her mouth slightly and returned it. 

"I like kissing. I'm not used to it"  Jeanne said. 

Her former master, or others she'd been given to by him, satisfied themselves and dismissed her, regardless of the energy she'd given for their pleasure. Aftercare . . . coming down from being used, being held in a man's arms was an unexpected reward, and something she was unaccustomed to.  Being cared for and appreciated for satisfying a man's pleasure made a woman beautiful, and much more sexual, but if you were nothing but an object, it was something you couldn't count on.

She laid her head against his chest again and snuggled closer as his arms tightened around her and the hot water cascaded over her.  She raised her head and offered another kiss and moaned when he covered her mouth with his.  She didn't know what to do with her hands and finally put them around his neck and moaned again as she felt his cock against her tummy.  He kissed her neck and she stood still and soaked up the attention from him.

She smiled and caught herself looking at him, not keeping her eyes averted as she was supposed to.  He began bathing her with a soft soapy washcloth and caught her looking.   She started to avert her eyes, but he kissed her again and ran the washcloth over her tummy.  She stayed under the hot water as he bathed her.  He was taking the time to look closely at her body and she soaked up the attention from him, and especially enjoyed his comments when she turned facing the wall, bending slightly then reaching around and spreading her cheeks as he looked closely and feeling the soapy washcloth on her ass and cunt.  He ran the washcloth along her thighs and then set it aside.  She felt him push on the small of her back and without waiting for him to say "open",  she responded quietly by arching her back, spreading her legs more and pushing her ass towards him. 

He ran his fingers along her slit and opened her.  She knew her cunt would swell and gape nicely as his cock fucked her from  behind.  He would enjoy looking at her as he fucked her.  She raised her ass a bit more as his fingers slid between her cheeks and he spread them continuing his visual exam of her.  She had spread her pink for him and fucked him in front of a room full of people within a couple of minutes of laying eyes on him, handing herself over to service his sexual needs.   The soft touches, being held and kissed in the past few minutes, intoxicated her and she offered herself to him again as he looked at the softest flesh she had. She wanted to feed him her cunt and then fuck him and reveal the truly shameful side of herself.  She offered again when she felt his tongue in her cunt and lowered her head to let the water run over her and down her back. 

She didn't move . . .taking measured breaths as he ate her pussy.  She whimpered when he stopped eating her and kissed between her thighs.  She suddenly didn't have any energy and her pussy was too too sore and warm and now ached for attention.  She stepped close to him again and rubbed her nipples against his chest, turning slightly as he filled his hand.   She turned him under the shower and pressed him against the wall and pushed his legs apart with hers.   She reached for another washcloth and knelt between his legs.   She washed his cock with the cloth and put her other hand between his legs and held his sack feeling how heavy it was and how it filled her hand.   His cock was semi-erect and thicker than what she could make a grip around.  She stroked him with the soapy cloth to get him hard and where she could look closely.    He held her head in his hands, but didn't guide her mouth to suck him.   She lifted his cock with one hand kissing the head and then putting her mouth to his sack.  She was only able to take one of his balls in her mouth at a time and was pleased with herself when he took deep breaths as she took one then the other.  She kissed the head of his cock again. Fully erect she took the head in her mouth and sucked lovingly, softly running her tongue over it . . .

Daniel's three slaves returned briefly for a quick inspection.   The Colt was red with shame, now in the last position, but had been allowed to be cleaned up.  Number One took the Colt by his length of chain and turned him for Daniel's inspection.   His apron was diagonally cut which covered his cock, but should he become erect, the angle was pushed away revealing his arousal.  A slave's arousal could be punished if he were to be denied his own pleasure, or it could be taken and used as wished by another Leatherman, or he could be given to a Bear should the Leatherman wish it.

The Colt displayed no arousal and turned a deeper red when he saw Jeanne looking at his cock.  Third in a chain of three, he was fully shamed, but with 2" fresh welts across his ass he had demonstrated proper punishment for pleasure of his master.  Male or female, being marked had its status.  For the shame of being demoted, and for being whipped, The Colt carried the pride of a slave visible for everyone to see, and to regain some of his respect.

Daniel removed the leashes and dismissed the three slaves for food and refreshment.  They were still collared and therefore were still under his protection and could not be used, or pleasure themselves, without his permission.  Daniel looked after them for a moment, still sheltering Jeanne with a massive arm around her.  

"He'll never make Stud, M' Lord"  Jeanne said and looked into Daniels eyes.

"No?" 

"Like I said, it takes one to know one.  He's like me. He would know the role and perform, but he will never make a Stud.

Daniel looked at her and smiled and hugged her tightly.  "So, Mistress . . .I am at your service. Perhaps an introduction would be something you'd like?"

Three more Leathermen appeared and came up to Daniel.  Two were trailing slaves and released them to join the others.   She looked up and was surrounded by Titans.  Beautiful in their brutality and obvious power, she smiled and demurred as she was introduced,  and each introduced himself. 

"My Lords Leathermen.  It is my honor."  She said.  It was the proper greeting to show respect and they stood their tallest with pride.  With Daniel's introduction she was under his escort and should she be annoyed, it would be dealt with.  Unescorted in the community rarely was a problem, but with so much pussy and ass on display, and live acts, passion could turn red. She was suddenly impressed.  The Host was using Leathermen as security.  It would undoubtedly give a sense of security to the guests, and it was brilliant.  They enjoyed themselves, but the guests would think twice before acting out.  And from their demeanoer, they were military, Daniel the obvious leader.  It was important she feel safe and she snuggled closer to Daniel.

 "I appreciate your offer of introduction. But I should tell you, I am not available for a full time position.  And . . . I was dismissed . . . Not even sold for a profit"  She lowered her eyes from his.

"I understand lass.  But you're a fine piece, and well trained. And what I say counts! Have you prepared?"  Daniel asked.  "The man was obviously an ass!" 

The comment made her smile. She wiped her eyes.  "Yes, I'm prepared"

Daniel took her on his arm, motioned to the Gorean slave girl she'd met on arrival to follow them.   The slave smiled and nodded enthusiastically, walking behind Daniel silently.  In the office Daniel stepped out and the girl had Jeanne stand comfortably under a spotlight while she placed a chair nearby.

A moment later Daniel opened the door, she folded her hands in front of her and lowered her eyes as he took a first look at the beautiful girl. The Gorean slave girl touched her shoulder lightly and began by taking the sweater and raising it over her head.  She felt her soft bra being unfastened and left her arms up until it was removed.  As she lowered her arms, she felt the button at her waist being unfastened, then soft fingers sliding between her panties . . . Within a few seconds she was nude . . .

She relaxed a bit as she raised her eyes just enough to watch him examine her.  She felt better when he took a second look.  He was tall, lean, straight at the hip . . .not pretty but handsome.  Burred haircut and clean shaven.  She let out a breath and smiled when she looked at his eyes again and got caught.  His eyes were soft, not harsh or punishing and he looked at her body again.  She quickly quit smiling and lowered her eyes . . .and heard him laugh.  Daniel too.

He motioned to the slave girl and she placed the chair closer to Jeanne, instructing her to put her foot on the seat.  Jeanne smiled, raised her foot and then spread her leg wide.  She remembered White Dolly displaying herself and did the same a moment later, reaching between her legs and displaying her pink to him.  That is what he wanted to look at, her pussy.  It would be his to use as he wished, so he might as well get a good look. 

She allowed herself a moment to imagine feeding her cunt to him, and the taste of cum she wished for now. Perhaps he would have her suck his cock?  He repeated the command and she snapped out of her thoughts.  She turned, her back to him, placed her foot on the chair and looked into the Goren's eyes as she spread her cheeks for him, bending forward a bit giving him a good view of the tight offering.

At the command she again turned and again placed her foot on the chair and spread her leg.   He cupped her breasts, easily filling his hand and rubbed his thumb across her nipple.  They were already hard and it stung a bit and made her resist.  Her breasts were small, but heavy with tiny nipples.  He put his face close and she turned ever so slightly to offer him to suck.   She was distracted in watching him when she suddenly moaned as his fingers went into her cunt.  She was wet and tight from not having the proper use for quite awhile.   With his breath on her nipples and two fingers in her cunt she struggled for composure.  She looked into his eyes as he put a third finger in her and opened her mouth slightly offering it as well.

He looked her over noting how tall she was, thin but well rounded, small but not petite.  Short hair cut at a designer's angle where it moved freely and was easy to grab to control her head.  Her cunt was trimmed into small ringlet curls that covered the fair skin and framed her slit on each side.  He traced the fine cut hair with his fingers to the bottom of her slit, then again put his fingers in her.  She was soaking and very tight.

You are only available, when?  He asked.

"I have a position of some responsibility is all I wish to say.  My time, my schedule is not always my own. But I will have the privilege of the times I find myself free. If it pleases you."

"Why were you dismissed?"  He said it casually. Not accusing.

"I'm 29, not 19, or  . . . 16  . . .  My former master took others, younger."
"Is that all?" 

She said nothing, and felt a little awkward in her current position.   He took her hand and had her place her foot on the floor.  He took the chair, and placed the soft covered back against her tummy and bent her over it.  She immediately spread her legs wide where her cunt and ass were open,  she felt his hand between her legs and she reached behind her spreading her cheeks for his view.

"Are there terms?"  He asked.  She tried to relax as his hands worked sweetly between her thighs and cheeks.   She breathed deeply and grasped the top of the chair firmly.  He noticed and grasped her throat with his other hand.  She moaned again.

"I am yours to use in any way you wish.  You may mark me often and in any manner you wish, except, the marking cannot be revealed and my clothing must be able to easily conceal my welts.  If you fuck me in plain view or display me, you must take care of the sun as my skin is fair and I never stay in the sun.  I can never have a broken nose or black eyes.  And, most importantly. I must be safe.  If you cannot protect me or control your den, then I withdraw."

She gasped out loud as he began fingering her clit.  She felt the warmth running down her thighs and hoped he would fuck her, and not shame her by making her cum while unable to please him.   She braced herself and tried not to shiver so obviously when her clit burst with pleasure.    She lowered her head and was embarrassed with her scent in the air and her ass wet and used.  Her master was not satisfied or his cock drained of its sweet.

She held fast as he smeared her with her own juices. 

"Tell me why you were dismissed. I insist."   He pressed her clit hard again and noted the pain was well received and she shuddered again.   He with drew his hands and straightened her.   She was captivating, her eyes warm and dilated,  her body sweet with soft curves, warm and wet.   She took the chair and lay her arms across the top and pushed her ass out, and lowered her head. 

"Lord Leatherman, would you give your strap to my master?"   She parted her feet further apart and pushed her ass out.  She heard the belt sliding from its loops.   Time stood still . . .  She saw his feet move out of view and knew he was behind her.  She waited . . . 

Two hard strikes and she arched her back and stood hard, keeping her ass pushed out.   Two more hard strikes and she groaned and felt the heat soak through her ass to the small of her back and her tummy.  She felt the last two not as pain but as a sweet burst of heat on welts already rising. 

"I was too proud, showing off for my master . . . my skills in how sinfully I could please . I was fucked and displayed for his guests and their use, and he was unable to control them.  They took me from him, and used me for days, then left me wrapped in the soiled bedclothes outside his door.  He dismissed me then and there and left me outside.  I now have a position in the world.  I wish to serve for pleasure".

She wiped the tears from her eyes and turned again placing her leg on the chair, shaking the hair out of her eyes and looking into his.

"I can protect you, and of course you will be. "  He said.   She nodded and smiled and wiped another tear, tightening her ass to feel the heat and pain.  She saw the Gorean slave pick up her clothes and walk out with them.  She was nude and marked and warmed and it would appear, in service again.  Her cunt ached and she looked him over now and wanted to worship his cock.   The Gorean returned with cuff restraints and she held her wrists out and straightened her neck for a tall stiff leather collar.  A leash was connected and she was bent over the chair again and her ass examined.   The Gorean smiled happily at her.

He presented himself in front of her. 

"Take her"   He said and left the room.  She was led out nude back into the munch with Daniel close by her side, knowing that soon she was to be in another spotlight.