As they walked toward the gilt doors that opened into the room, he had a slight smile on his face and a spring in his step. Wearing smart casual clothes he felt sure he'd enjoy the lunch, way more than she would, which excited him more. She was wearing a cotton print summer dress with buttons down the front. The last 4 or 5 were undone and as she walked in her summer heels the skirt moved around her showing glimpses of her smooth and slightly tanned legs. As she moved it was obvious she wasn't wearing any underwear. He ample breasts swayed with the motion and the thin dress material occasionally moved to show no visible panty line. Her loose, longish curly brown hair moved with her walk. He didn't fail to notice people watching her as she passed as she walked a pace behind him to his right, after all this was the reason he chose her clothes that day. He wanted people to notice her and know she was with him.
He reached for both doors and swung them open on to a large sunlight room decorated in Louis XIV furniture. Ahead at the far end of the room were two sets of French windows, opening out on the Champ de Mars. To the right he could just see part of La Tour Eiffel and to the left the École Militaire. The windows were shut but the sun streamed in on this warm summer day. In front of one of the French windows on the left of the room was a long dining table, set up to seat 5. One facing and one backing the window with one seat on the left of the table and two on the right. On the right of the room backing on to the dining table was a low pale gilt settee facing a large white marble fireplace. To the left of the fireplace was a single comfortable chair that matched the settee. In front of this was a low white marble coffee table. To the right of the fireplace was a high backed dining chair slightly angled to face the settee. The chair had been particularly placed as it obviously belonged to the dining setting. As he entered the room, she could see in front of them a waist high circular occasional table with an intricate inlayed top. Curiously the table had no bowl of flowers or other adornment.
"Good afternoon gentlemen" he said as he walked brusquely in to the room, heading towards the fireplace. It was then that she could see 3 men sitting on the sofa and one perched on the arm of the far end of the sofa, all being handed whisky tumblers from a silver tray by a quiet, well dressed waiter.
"Glad you could all make it" The gentlemen nodded but didn't say anything, concentrating on receiving and tasting their drinks from the waiter who finished what he was doing, tried to linger a little but on being noticed, quickly left the room.
"I'd like to introduce you to February" he said as she sat down in the highbacked chair, motioning her to him.
"Why is she called February, seems an unusual name to me?" said the young man perched on the arm of the settee.
"I name them after the month that they give themselves to me" he said.
"and why does she always look down, I can't see her face?"
"That's how we like them." said the older greyhaired man sitting closest to the entrance. "Actually" said the man "our possessions are instructed to never look a man in the eye, they must always look down and when being addressed are allowed only to look towards a man's genitals, to remind them of their main role in live: to please men." He continued/
"Well thank you again for coming, especially Angus," he said nodding to the 3rd man on the sofa "and for bringing along your nephew young Stuart. It doesn't seem that long that I was sitting there, a young man, ignorant in the ways of the world, being given my first possession by Angus. A beautiful dark haired beauty who served me well. I'm honored to continue the tradition in giving one of my prized possessions to Stuart. I hope he has as much enjoyment as I did all those years ago." The men smiled and nodded to each other.
"I'm forgetting my manners, let me introduce you all. To my immediate left is Sir Ian, a long term friend of my family who came to that lunch all those years ago. Thank you for agreeing to come along today." The older greyhaired man nodded and smiled. "Next to him sits my father's best friend James who has known me all my life." The middle man on the sofa, smiled back and raised his glass, taking a long sip. "Then as you all know we have Angus and his young nephew Stuart, who is just starting out on this journey."
"Now then gentlemen, lets get back to the matter at hand," he said as he turned his attention to the girl. She was now sitting bolt upright in the high backed dining chair, her hands in her lap, with her ankles crossed. "I've spoken to Angus on a number of occasions and made sure that I've picked a possession that will delight Stuart. I prefer my possessions to be polished, cultured and intelligent. I don't believe in make up, preferring natural beauty to shine through." As he spoke he took up a position standing behind the chair leaning forward slowly unbuttoning her dress from the top. She then moved her arms behind the back of the chair and knowing what was expected of her, sat up very straight arching her back so her breasts became more prominent.
As he undid each button he opened the dress slightly, revealing more and more of her flesh. "I like an ample bosom, not too much but enough so that I have something to hold on to and that will sway with any momentum I chose to give it. Her nipples have been taught to respond" he said as he moved the dress fabric to show her breasts completely. The nipples were soft but didn't react when he touched them gently. "However sometimes they need to be reminded to obey." With this he lifted his right hand showing he had hold of a small riding crop. With his left hand he reached forward and held her breast placing the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, encouraging the nipple to stick out between his fingers. Quickly he drew the crop down and struck her nipple hard. She gave a quick cry of pain and her nipple immediately redened and hardened. He let the breast fall. He then roughly picked up her other nipple and gave it the same treatment. He then went back to unbuttoning the dress with one hand whilst caressing and pinching a breasts with the other. "That's better, see that they stay that way." He said severely. She continued to look down but bit her lip, showing the pain she was now in. Her breasts looked ripe and in pain from the crop but her nipples remained hard and deep red.
"Her breasts are great to play with when you're inside her mouth. They now take a lot of abuse, or rather she does and I do like to see it in her face. Its not fun if you can't see her pain. Her body reacts, she twitches and tends to open her mouth more with pain, accept more of my penis, try harder which I like."
"Pain is good" said James "I enjoy their pain. I particularly like the training, taking a willful possession and degrading it to such an extent that it fights back and then I like breaking them, like breaking a wild horse. Its not the complaint creature that enjoy so much as the journey she's been taken on to get there." He smiled as he spoke. "I tend to seek out the wild ones and when I've done with them, taken them to the depths of depravity, I hand them over to a friend in the Middle East who then passes them on. They get more rough treatment there than I ever give them. I like the way in the end they plead and beg me not to let them go, knowing how miserable their future will be as they are warn out and thrown away very quickly in this environment. They beg and promise to be more complaint and more depraved and promise me endless pleasure from their bodies. They beg for more pain and I know I've finally broken them and they know it and are disgusted with themselves for wanting the pain and cruelty I can inflict more than anything else in life." He said.
"and do you relent?" added Stuart concerned about their future.
"No silly boy, I am already eyeing up my next possession and planning how I'll tame her. My man drags them naked, screaming and crying from my sight. Bruised and bleeding from the worst session with me they've ever had, begging me to hurt them more... Nothing like it my boy, nothing like it"
