This follows directly on from Rocking horse and it could be worth reading first.
Briefly : Jazz was chosen when she was young to take the position in charge of Rocking horse Hall.
On the evening that father sent Misha and Marc to her, Jazz knew that they were both far more savvy about sex than she was. She was going to have to learn from them while being in charge. She had decided to wear a long black lace negligee with nothing underneath.
She had been brought up to expect the servants to obey her every command and nothing was different here. Well there was some difference: the commands were often of an intimate nature.
There was a knock on her door. "Enter," she called and her two body servants came in. "Misha, sit by me. Marc stand in front of me and take your clothes off." Without hesitation he did so. When he was naked Jazz walked round him, she admired his flaccid cock, certainly bigger than daddy's when soft and definitely bigger when hard. Her father's not unsubstantial cock was the only one she had to compare it with.
She lifted it and pulled the foreskin back, she then held his balls, swirling them around before squeezing them, Marc pulled away with a grunt. Jazz grabbed his balls again, realising that they were more tender than she thought, but she still squeezed them as she pulled him closer.
"Does it hurt when I squeeze your balls?"
"Yes mistress."
Jazz smiled, "That's good to know," she said. She let go of his balls and ran her hands from his shoulders down to his stomach. "You are very muscly," she said.
"Thank you mistress,"
"Turn round," she ran her hands over his buttocks then around his chest reaching his nipples she squeezed them. He did not move. "Bend over," she ordered as she let go of his nipples. He bent forward. She looked at his arsehole and liked the way his balls were hanging visible between his legs.
"Stand up and face me," her voice had become less pleasant and more authoritative. "Your cock is soft, does your mistress not turn you on, I find it insulting, do you want to be replaced?" She held his cock tight and could feel it enlarging.
"Sorry mistress."
"I do not want to have to sack you so soon and I see you are rising to the occasion." His cock was semi erect, helped by Jazz's hand. "I will of course have to punish you," she said, smiling sweetly.
Picking up the riding crop, a tool she was comfortable with, and used to wielding. Sitting on the bed next to Misha and calling Marc closer she hit his cock. A forehand blow to the left side of his cock, followed almost immediately by a backhand blow to the right side. Jazz giggled at the way it swung from side to side. As his cock came to rest she repeated the process.
Misha, I am liking this, soon I will want to be fucked so you can lick my pussy to warm it up. She lifted the negligee and opened her legs. "I see that the sight of my pussy has got you moving, that's a good boy," she giggled some more as she hit him again and again.
Misha crawled under Jazz's arm and quickly started tonguing her very wet cunt. It did not take long for her to grab Misha's head and pull her away. "Marc fuck me now," she demanded, pushing Misha out of the way.
Marc was on top and in her straight away, he fucked her hard, she had not had anything this big inside her before, but she took it all. She climaxed very quickly and noisily, Marc carried on and she encouraged him with the crop. Jazz had never felt anything like this before, daddy was good but this was exceptional.
Marc's climax followed shortly and Jazz loved the feeling as his sperm went in. Jazz dismissed him and told Misha to clean her pussy, she actually meant with a tissue but was delighted when she used her tongue.
"Misha, you have a lot to teach me, I am quite naive in these things. I would like you to teach me how to suck cock," Jazz said as Misha was busy between her legs.
"May I speak freely, mistress?"
"You are the nearest thing to a friend that I have so you may."
"You do not need to learn how to do a blow job, that is to give a man pleasure and you are here to receive rather than give. If you think someone should have a blowjob then I or someone else will do it."
"Don't you have any pleasure in giving one?"
"Not usually, although sometimes if I like someone enough it gives me pleasure to give them pleasure. I loved licking your pussy for instance because it pleased you."
"I see," pondered Jazz. "What should you be teaching me?"
"I don't know my mistress, perhaps a walk round the ground floor incognito and see what happens and what you will be in charge of. From there we can talk about your education."
"Let us go then."
"Wait mistress you must not be recognised," Misha went to a wardrobe and brought out a full length black cloak, a black wig and a mask. Long black gloves completed the ensemble. Misha put her maids outfit back on and they set off for the ground floor, this time using the lift.
Jazz was amazed at the activities: like most evenings which were for a BDSM activities, men and women attended with their slaves. Male and female slaves and owners, nearly all the slaves wore collars, some had signs of their owners tattooed on their bodies, some similar signs were branded on the slaves.
Owners chatted together while they fucked each others slave or were sucked by them. Some slaves were on all fours, some upright, some on their knees performing oral sex.
There were activities on the small stage; currently a male slave was being whipped by a rather overweight woman with her tits out and swinging, she was offering the whip to members of the audience.
Jazz and Micha walked through the main hall, past several doors, into a room marked private. In this room was a bank of screens, covering the hall, the stage and the private rooms.
The common denominator was that all of them had a dom/domme - submissive character. They were not necessarily heterosexual, there were men/men, women/women and groups where she could not tell who was doing what to whom. She did find it was a turn on and took Misha back to ride the rocking horse.
Jazz spent the next few days fucking Marc and Misha, or more to the point ordering them to fuck, suck and many other things, not least spanking and whipping them. She became very close to Misha as the only person she could talk to.
She learned about running the house which she found was a bit like Downton Abbey but with more staff. As Jazz got to know each of her underlings she realised that there were the domestic staff, housekeeper and cook, butler, the others helped out with some duties but were mainly there for other activities.
Jazz found out that the 'other' staff were not all like 'love Island' contestants, some were overweight, ugly, old covered in tattoos and all in all not the standard beauty. She did not get involved with activities, watching on the screens or incognito mingling in the hall.
As well as the various different evening activities people came for a day or days, some for punishment some for humiliation some to learn. Jazz's first involvement was with a man who basically referred himself to be humiliated. Her second was an attractive young lady whose father wanted to bring her down a peg or two following her abusing the staff and basically being a shit.
With Misha's help she devised a programme for Cyril. Initially two attractive young ladies, wearing black leather bikinis assisted him in removing his clothes. They put cuffs on his wrists and ankles and strung him up like Da Vinci's Vitruvian man.
Once he was spread wide and tight one girl produced an electric hair clipper, the other a razor. Cyril was a very hairy man and starting on his shoulders the girls first used the clippers to take most of it off and then soap and a razor. This was followed by aftershave.
They worked down his back, one spreading his arse cheeks while the other shaved in the crack and put aftershave on and in his arsehole. They shaved his legs before moving to his armpits and chest.
The girls had some fun by leaving heart shaped hairs around his nipples. Initially they left his pubes neatly trimmed in a heart before tackling his balls. He seemed to become excited with the girls holding a cock. They photographed him with his beautiful hearts and medium sized erection.
They quickly shaved the hearts and splashed aftershave on, he soon lost his erection as it hit his cock. Moving his arms to the horizontal position they shaved them.
"There you are, smooth as a baby's bottom," Misha said, walking in carrying a pink collar. She fastened it round his neck. "Now girls let the poor man down and get him dressed." They sat him on a chair and put some sheer white stockings on him followed by a pair of pink open crotch knickers. They stood him up, pulled his knickers up arranging his cock and balls through the gap.
Next they fastened a pink suspender belt round his waist and attached the stockings followed by a pink lace bra. His-man boobs filled the A cup bra. They brought a succession of short frilly underskirts, alternating pink and white.
Once the underskirts were in place they came with a pink Alice in Wonderland dress which they put on him. The skirt was not far off horizontal when they had finished. Long pink gloves and a blond wig completed the ensemble.
"Good girl," said Misha, attaching a leash to his collar. She shouted to Marc who came in wearing a pair of tight gold shorts which showed the outline of his large cock. "On your hands and knees bitch."
Marc led Cyril into the main hall, his arse plainly visible, his cock and balls as well. The clientele knew that Marc was one of the in-house slaves, so Cyril was the underdog a slaves slave. Marc ordered himself a drink and a bowl of water for Cyril. People patted him on the head or felt his balls and cock as he drank.
Misha came in and led Cyril onto the stage. She bent him over a wooden rocking horse, (the house signature) with his arse facing the audience. Cyril's skirt was pulled over his back and Misha paddled his arse.
To a cheer from the audience Marc walked onto the stage without his gold shorts but with a giant erection which he pushed into Cyril's face. Cyril's head bounced up and down as he did his best to suck the massive cock.
Misha changed her aim and hit his balls which caused him to give out a muffled scream. "Arse.....Arse.....Arse," the audience chanted wanting Marc to fuck Cyril.
"Not tonight, ladies and gentlemen," said Micha picking up the leash and leading Cyril out on all fours to the good natured boos of the crowd. He was taken to a private room, made to take all his clothes off and was locked into a cage. "You may have company if you are a good boy," she said as she locked the cage.
Not long after Cyril arrived the right honourable lady Jane Fortisque-Smythe was brought in. Accompanied by her father or more likely escorted by him, her maid and six white leather cases. He was shown to her room where she set the maid to start unpacking while she had a shower.
When she finished her shower she found that she could not get out, Misha entered the room, spoke into a microphone. "The only way you can get out of the shower is to wear the collar that you can find in the alcove,"
"Fuck you," said Lady Jane. Misha turned the shower on remotely, it was a top of the range shower with jets coming from many directions. Misha turned the water to cold.
"I can wait, just put the collar on and you can come out," Misha offered.
"Fuck you," Lady Jane shivered. Misha was tempted to turn the water to very hot but decided to let her suffer with the cold.
"Okay," said Misha, putting the controller down and she went to walk away.
"Alright then bitch, but I'll sort it out when I get out." She took the collar from the alcove and fastened it around her neck. Misha turned the water off and released the door.
Lady Jane, who was used to getting her own way, flew at Misha with every intention of hurting her. She came to a sudden halt, her collar was a shock collar and the electric shock was somewhat of a surprise.
