As it happens in life, for a short period the Hound and her Lord owned the large and beautiful Chinese city of Nanjing.
They owned the handsome park of Zijin, the walled lake of Xuanwu, the geometrical intersection of Xinjiekou, the stretch of the Yangzi river that divides the historical eastern part to its less noble western part, the great pagoda of Yuejiang that reminds from the top of a hill that this city has been a port for great traders and explorers, they owned the crowded lanes of Laomendong and Fuzimiao, where you could imagine the busy life of Qing China.
They owned countless other places, small traditional enclosed communities, modern apartment towers, villas for local nouveau-riches and outposted foreigners.
But, above all, they owned the women of the city and their sex stories.
The city was a large hunting ground for the Hound, who could be as sweet as the best friend when she wanted them to share their most private secrets, and as merciless as their worst enemy to break a woman's will, find, wherever it is, even in the deepest corner of her soul, the need to submit, and then capture her, and bring her to her Lord, for him to consume her.
Her mission accompanied her constantly.
When she worked, when she walked in the streets, when she shopped for clothes or food, her eyes scanned the women she met, mentally undressed them, and imagined their faces contorted in pleasure and pain, baring a nakedness that went beyond the simple undressing of a body.
Like for any experienced hunter, the prowls could be varied, and many female specimens attracted their interests.
In time the Hound had learned the preferences of her Lord, but these were wide enough to let her exercise a degree of freedom, and sometimes even a prey out of the usual categories presented the appeal of a variation of diet.
So she appraised elegant and sex-thirsty housewives, successful but lonely career women, curious university students undecided of their cravings, young office girls bored by their routine.
Today the Lord was waiting with the Hound at the KFC near the Carrefour in Daqiaonalu, not far from the apartment where the games were played, for a university student to arrive.
It could seem strange that they waited, instead of making the submissive girl wait to let expectation enhance arousal, but there was an intense pleasure in seeing the shy expression of the face when the prey entered the restaurant, reading the guilty expectation of being punished, humiliated and used, the eyes lowering when she finally saw them and realized she couldn't escape paying the price of her choice.
It was the Hound who made the talking; in this case, nothing more than showing the way, as this specific girl had been there before, and didn't need further instructions.
The apartment was in an anonymous residential area, not far from the prodigious Great Bridge, pride of Maoist China.
The Hound unlocked the code of the grilled door, and they got into the building, she leading, then the girl, and finally the Lord.
As they started climbing the stairs, the Hound dropped her coat and remained naked, with her shiny steel collar, the metal chain leash, and the black leather boots that covered her calves.
The Lord looked with pride at the svelte, naked body; at the curvy, yet lean ass who climbed the stairs.
The girl - the White Rabbit - as they called her - turned her questioning eyes to him, asking with them if she had to undress too, in this semi-public place.
The Lord just told her to go on, following the Hound; the plan for her was different.
The naked woman opened the door and dropped on her fours. The Lord held the leash and pulled her near the chair where he sat. She tried to bury her head in his crotch, to smell his cock, to feel if it was ready. He pulled the leash again, so she resigned to stay next to him, the legs folded, the arms perpendicular to the ground, a dog at attention.
The White Rabbit remained at the door, uncertain.
"Lower your panties and show me your pussy" ordered the Lord. She complied at once and looked bravely in the Lord's eyes, who took a good look at her trimmed vulva and then returned her glance.
He could read her vanity, the expectation to be praised for her lovely body. Instead, he ordered her to get closer, so close that she let the two fingers that he was offering toward her slip into her pussy.
"Aaah!" she cried loudly, taken by pleasure as if he had flipped a switch.
The Hound looked with despise at this hypersensitive woman, and her curiosity grew when the Lord asked her to show her ass. Reluctantly, the girl let the fingers slip off her pussy; then she turned and sluttishly moved her buttocks so that the two fingers slipped into her anus.
She moaned: her voice had a tinge of shame, it was not the first time to be examined in this way, but she still felt awkward.
The Lord and the Hound exchanged a look, that expressed their appreciation for the girl's beautiful ass: large and round, still high, muscular, more the buttocks of a horse than of a human being.
The Hound was already tasting the pleasure of whipping those white, tempting globes, and imagined the red decorations created by the whip, the sweet smell of blood that was going to fill the room.
In the meanwhile, he was still fingerfucking the girl's ass, who obediently was following his lead.
She turned to look at him, but he slapped her so that she turned again, to face the wall, unaware of what was happening behind.
He slipped the fingers off and let the Hound lick them. "We need an enema..." The White Rabbit widened her eyes and bit her lips: she hated been bloated with water, inflated like a duck, and then forced to expel her shit, it was the deepest denial of her ethereal beauty.
This meant to be a White Rabbit: among all preys, the one that was more welcome to the Lord, and the one the Hound enjoyed more to snatch.
This had become a standard expression in their conversations, typifying the innocent creatures, with white, tender bodies, who lived unaware of their deep submissive tendencies.
