A Dance of the Hunt and the Prize

A Master's Perspective (Part 2 - after living within a dream)

A quiet knock at the study door interrupts my focus and the fucktoy chokes momentarily on my cock as it slides around her tonsils. No gag reflex my ass; just another wannabe trying to get her 15 minutes of attention. No matter, I smile slyly as this nameless meat tries to swallow my cock again. I like seeing her mascara run anyway. Celeste, always attentive, sees my nod and moves quietly to open the study door. I've always been impressed with her demure attitude... a very worthy domestic servant when called on. Her interest in exhibition is also quite exhilarating.

Adrienne is at the door, quiet, composed as always. She radiates intelligence and seduction. One of the few slaves I actually purchased... she comes and kneels about three feet in front of me quietly waiting to provide a report on the new girl.

"How are our guests fairing my dear?"

"Sir, they are settling in to the activities you have provided as expected. Louis will be serving refreshments on the patio as necessary. Genette, Vixen, Tanya, and Matthew are providing entertainment for those who are not already making use of the dungeon. And 6 of the bedrooms are ready for any guests deciding to stay the night. I've helped to bathe Claire, and she is now reflecting on what she has learned so far and is currently preparing for the festivities." She reflects for a moment, "Sir, she is quite lovely."

I nod. "Why aren't the other rooms ready?" I ask as jam my cock deeper down the fucktoy's throat. She is learning, slowly, not to resist.

"It has been a busy day Sir. And... In my opinion Pauline did not apply herself as well as she might have."

"Very well. I will punish her accordingly. Continue to escort Claire; I have high hopes for her. Send Matthew to me in a few minutes." I pause for a moment, considering what else there might be that should be assessed. Her eyes are hungrily locked on the meat as I have my way with her. "You may rise Adrienne."

Her teardrop shaped breasts longingly peek out from within the plunging neckline of her uniform as she rises and she seductively flips the hem of her skirt up as she curtsies... revealing that once again she is lacking panties. Her vagina is clearly wet. Apparently she is enjoying this meats cock swallowing as well.

I catch her eye as she turns to leave. She's chewing her lip, A personal tell..

"Adrienne."

"Sir?"

"No masturbation."

"Yes sir..."

She quietly exits the room with a little less flare, but no less bounce. I've always thought of her as the type of woman that boys go off to war for, and come back as men.

The meat chokes again. She looks like she about to hurl... definitely not someone who actually enjoys this. It's only fun when they also like it. Pain has its place, and so does humiliation but not at the expense of my satisfaction.

"Enough." I allow her to slide back off my cock... gasping for breath. She collapses to the floor and places a hand around her neck as if she is trying to asses if everything is still in the right place. Her makeup is a disaster, and about the only thing positive I can think about this girl at the moment is that she tried... but her conviction needs some steel behind it. My cock isn't wholly unsatisfied, but she's failed to arouse me, or push me to a place where it might decide I need more.

I stand up to leave and grab my robe to wrap myself in. I'm rather comfortable being naked, but sometimes it's not the most appropriate thing for greeting guest at your party.

"Celeste, see that this meat is cleaned up and fed. We will try again tomorrow and see if she is worthy of consideration."

Taking a moment to eat a few refreshments, I can't help but think about this new girl,Claire. Sometimes the conquest to dominate drives me. Sometimes I like the thrill and challenge of breaking a slave's spirit, but rarely do I find such a young blood so eager to please. She is sensual without being wholly experienced, mostly untouched. She has some sort of inner drive to serve or be owned. I often wonder how much a slave understands before they yield their will. You cannot serve and pursue your own desires. To submit as a slave is to give yourself over to my will, or another masters. I will make you mine or I will turn you out. I open the door and Matthew is there. Apparently, he was just on his way to me. "Sir, you asked for me?"