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Chapter 3 A Room with a View
Joanne walked gracefully, like a dancer. Proudly, like a princess. And, with her deliberately sensuous movements, just a bit wantonly, like a slut. How could one person be all these things simultaneously? Poised, cool and elegant, and sexy and provocative and - available. Must be a woman thing; I had my own problems.
With my erection only slightly under control and a seriously embarrassing wet patch, my own manly gait was rather more like a circus clown with a wooden leg.
Watching Joanne as I followed her wasn't helping: her legs were long, slim and incredibly lovely, bare all the way up from her high-heeled black ankle boots. Her bottom was a dream: flawless, toned and gorgeously rounded; totally not concealed by a tiny black thong and gauzy strip of black fabric masquerading as a micro skirt. Her lean body above a narrow waist was lightly muscled, with slender arms and elegant neck. The tight black top she wore, basically a sports bra, strained to hold in place her luscious young breasts, which it also perfectly outlined. In motion, she was a dream; she seemed to flow rather than just walk.
As she turned to look at me at the next door, I was dazed by her beauty. White teeth and soft pouting lips, in a mischievous, teasing smile that I was coming to recognise; light crystal blue eyes that actually sparkled, and seemed to stop my heart whenever they met my gaze; perfect, fine-featured, high-cheekboned face framed by long hair of spun gold. Okay, clichéd -- but honestly, I didn't have the words.
"Please Master" she said, opening the door, "after you".
Following me inside, she closed the door behind us. This large room was quite different from those I had seen before. Floor, ceiling and all but one wall were of glowing light blond wood. The room looked like a luxury sauna: there was no steam at the moment, but it was warm, almost hot. The wall facing me was of black glass, forming a dark mirror. Inside the room there were several items of interest.
A small pool, like a low hot tub, took up one corner, its clear warm water bubbling gently.
In another corner a steel pole, of the pole dancing variety, stretched from floor to ceiling. A few metres away, two steel hurdles like parallel bars were bolted to the floor, but one at waist height and the other at knee height. Each was perhaps two metres long, and though parallel, the bars were a metre apart.
There were various items of furniture, including a generous white leather sofa, a large wooden table, and two large white leather ottomans or foot stools, one round and the other rectangular. I noticed that the legs of all the furniture had steel rings attached. Two storage cupboards stood against one wall, next to other steel rings set in the wall at various heights.
A single chair of unusual design was placed two metres from the glass wall, facing it. The chair was of gleaming steel with a skeletal back and arm rests, but a small white padded leather seat more like a stool. Behind the chair was a third ottoman, this one small, and the same height as the chair seat.
And next to the chair knelt two very beautiful girls. They were in profile to me, facing each other and very close together. Both, I saw, had grey-green eyes and light ash brown hair tumbling midway down their backs, and their tanned bodies were superb: slim but large-breasted. The girls were not identical, but they did look like a deliberately matched pair. They wore matching soft pink lipstick and identical lingerie: a filmy black bra and tiny black lace panties.
The girls' hands were cuffed behind them with silver bracelets, and I could see why they knelt so close together, each leaning in slightly towards the other: there was something in their mouths. Each pair of full pink lips was widely stretched around the end of a single object, which seemed to connect them. Looking closer, I realised that it was a large double-ended dildo. Each slave was carefully holding several inches of hard pink plastic in her mouth, so that their faces were only six inches apart, each girl's eyes looking across into those of her bondage sister. And from each girl's lovely mouth and down her chin there descended a thin trail of saliva, while a little splash of moisture lay on the floor below. Clearly, the hard plastic cock violating their mouths left them unable to swallow properly, and the helpless girls were forced to drool humiliatingly in their bondage, while watching and being watched by their sister slave in the same predicament.
I did not know how long these women had knelt in this position, but once again it was clear that slave girls here were kept under rigid discipline.
"Would you please sit down Master?" said Joanne, indicating the steel chair. The seat was slightly tilted, and so shaped that the comfortable sitting position was with my hips forward, and legs apart. Joanne stepped back, and a few moments later the wall of black glass in front of me turned clear.
I looked through into another room, virtually a mirror image of this one: same blond wooden floor and walls, same door opposite, and identically placed pool, steelwork and furniture.
In the other room the steel chair facing mine was empty, but another two matched slave girls knelt beside it. These two girls had been placed in the equivalent spot, and secured in the same way: kneeling, back-braceleted, facing each other, their mouths forced open by another double-ended dildo. These girls were more deeply tanned than the two in my room, with long black hair falling in waves to their waists and dark eyes; they wore matching red lipstick and the same design of skimpy bra and flimsy lace panties, but in a fiery red shade that set off their darker colouring.
"One way mirror?" I asked Joanne.
"No Master" she replied. "Clear glass, so they can see us too. But I have set the sound to one-way only. They can't hear us."
