The next couple of weeks before my classes began fell into a strange sort of routine. I was allowed to sleep in until 8:30, a luxury after getting up before dawn with my aunt to go to morning mass. Then grooming sessions with Aidan, where he would take the straight razor and shave my pussy. Once a week he would wax my ass. The pain lessened the more he did it, but it still wasn't my favorite part. None of this was done without restraining me first, usually bent backwards over the pummel horse, my legs spread and pussy exposed. Aidan took his time, slowly pulling the razor down in smooth, long strokes; pulling my lips aside and every once in awhile slipping a finger or two in my wet slit. He would then turn me around, placing my sensitive clit against the nubbed side of the horse. It always amused him how the simple act of shaving my cunt could get me wet. I didn't tell him it wasn't the shaving so much as the touch of his hands on my body and his scent…something about the way that man smelled absolutely drove me wild. Often times all he had to do was enter the room and I'd be dripping.
After my grooming I went back to my room to dress. I got very used to not wearing any underwear, delighting in the feel of the warm air blowing up under my skirt. The low cut blouses however, took a lot of getting used to. Like I said, I'm not a small girl by any means…at one time my breasts measured at 40DDD…so exposing that much flesh was very unnerving, especially when we went into town for errands. The stares I got from the men, not to mention the glares I got from most of the women, had me blushing until we were safely back at Hillenbroke.
My training sessions were conducted before and after lunch. Tristan would almost always accompany Master and do most of the 'hands on' instruction. I was aware that this caused more than a little friction between Master and Mistress; I just hoped she wouldn't hold me responsible. Being on Alex's bad side was more than enough tension for me. My lessons centered around pleasing a man orally, both by sucking on his dick and the art of 'dirty talk'. I had never thought of it as an art, but I quickly learned otherwise. Anyone can go up to a man and say 'fuck me now you big stud' and it may or may not get a reaction. Coming up close to a man, facing him, leaning in very close, so your lips are just inches away from his ear and whispering very faintly 'my cunt is sooo wet just thinking of your thick cock pumping inside it' in a deep husky voice will ALWAYS get a reaction. Especially if you are stroking up and down his arm like you would handle said cock. I remember one afternoon session in particular, a few days after I came to the manor.
When I arrived at Master's office, I was surprised to see Phillip and Jean Claude sitting on the leather couch. Tristan was leaned against the desk, a very cocky expression playing on his lips. Master, as usual, was seated behind the desk, his head buried in paperwork.
"Supplicant!" He didn't even look up from his work. I knelt in the assumed position, facing the desk.
"Very good, Annie," purred Tristan, walking around me. "Now today, we're going to learn a couple of new commands. I'm sure you won't disappoint, will you pet?"
"No Teacher." I had my eyes cast down towards the floor, feeling my face flush unexpectedly. The smell permeating the air was intoxicating. I couldn't place it or where it was coming from, but it had my nipples standing straight out and my clit tingling with excitement.
"Good. First off, Jean Claude and Phillip will be aiding me in today's instruction. You will address them as Sir."
"Yes Teacher." As he walked around me, I could feel my bare pussy getting moist. Oh how I wanted his cock. To feel the solid length of it sliding in and out of my mouth, the rim of his head catching on my teeth. I licked my lips absentmindedly.
"Looks like she's already worked up an appetite," laughed Jean Claude. "Master told me she was an eager and willing student."
"Yes, she is." Tristan walked away from me and the scent left my perimeter. "She still needs some lessons in restraint however. I've never seen a pet get so excited from fellatio before. It's quite extraordinary."
"Enough of the small talk gentlemen." Master still had his head buried in his papers. "I'd like to get on with today's lesson if you don't mind."
"Of course Master," Tristan stood in front of me. "Pet, you are familiar with the common dog commands, are you not? Sit, stay, heel, and so on?"
"Yes, Teacher."
"Good, because from now on, they apply to you as well. Each night at dinner, you will be given to a different master or mistress. When they say 'sit', you will kneel down and rest on your heels behind them, your hands folded in your lap. When they say 'heel' you will rise and follow them, keeping at least three steps behind them, no more than five. 'Stay' should be obvious, but there is, of course, a twist in how we use it here at the manor. Should one of your masters, at any given time, use that command, you will stop what you are doing immediately. If you are sucking cock, you will hold it in your mouth but refrain from using your tongue, teeth or mouth on it. If you are attending a mistress you will keep your mouth where it is, your tongue too, depending on your action."
"Excuse me, Teacher? Did you say mistress?" Suddenly, a knot formed in the pit of my stomach. Did this mean…surely they all knew I'd never….that it was considered a sin…a sharp slap on the back of my head brought me back to attention.
"You will do as you are told Pet, and to whom. Be it male or female. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Teacher." My chin fell forward, my voice hardly above a whisper.
"I didn't hear you Annie." Again, Master kept his eyes on his work, never looking up.
"Yes, Teacher. I will do what I am told and to whom. It is my place to serve my betters." I felt hot tears of humiliation welling up in my eyes. At the same time, however, the idea of attending one of the women got me strangely excited.
"Good girl," Tristan brushed my hair from my face. "Now, lastly, when you hear a teacher, master, or any one of your betters say 'feed' you will kneel down in front of the nearest person, place your hands behind your neck and open your mouth. You will not touch the cock, breast or cunt in front of you until given permission. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Teacher."
"Very good, Pet. Now, let's see how well you've let this sink in, shall we? Jean Claude has heard much of your oral talents, and has asked to be first."
As Jean Claude stood in front of me a new scent mingled with Tristan's…equally intoxicating. I found my eyes drawn to his crotch. The bulge was quite apparent and I felt my mouth begin to water again at the thought of it sliding in and out of my mouth. He knelt down in front of me, caressing my face.
"Such a pretty girl, aren't you? And so eager to please from what I've heard." His hands wandered down to my blouse and unbuttoned it, spreading it open, exposing my breasts. "Never hide these from me Annie. I find them quite beautiful." He moved his thumbs slowly over my nipples, in slow lazy circles
"Yes, Sir." I could feel my nipples harden beneath his touch, and had to suppress a strong desire to wrap my fingers in his hair and pull his mouth to mine.
"Oh you are a responsive one, aren't you?" Chuckling, his hands moved from my tits to the hem of the mini skirt I was wearing. Slowly, teasingly, he slid them up until he found my shaven mound. "Oh very good…seems you learned your lesson the first day after all…no underwear…but very very moist…and warm."
A small moan escaped my lips. His touch was blazing a trail of fire along my thighs. I wanted to feel his hands all over my body, touching, caressing, pinching, slapping.
Jean Claude withdrew his hands and lifted me up. "Now," he said as he walked away from me, "Heel, Annie." I watched him move three steps, then followed behind, slowly. As he walked around the room, Jean Claude quickened or slowed his pace, trying to see if he could make me miss the allotted steps. To my pleasure I stayed a good four steps behind him most of the time, but never dropped to more than five or less than three. After a few minutes, I could tell Jean Claude was tired of trying to make me trip up and he stopped abruptly.
"Sit!"
I dropped where I was, resting my ass against my heels, folding my hands in my lap, looking up at him expectantly, a slight smile playing on my lips. I was greeted with a swift slap.
"I do not stand for displays of pride, Annie." Jean Claude's voice was stern. I'd never heard him use this tone before and it frightened me. Beneath his calm, jovial demeanor, I suspected there lurked a harshness. Yes, this man could be very strict when he felt like it. The smile left my face and I cast my eyes down to the floor. I heard him unzip his slacks. "Feed!"
I sat up on my knees, hands behind my head and opened my mouth. Jean Claude took his cock in his hands and rubbed it against my lips and cheeks. "You like this, don't you pet. You like sucking cock. I've heard Rafe and Tristan go on and on about you."
"Yes Jean Claude."
He pulled my head back sharply by my hair, his other hand roughly twisting a nipple. "What did you call me?"
The pain was so intense I had a difficult time forming the words. "I'm sorry…Sir. I meant to call you Sir."
He let go of my hair, throwing my head forward as he did so, releasing my nipple with a vicious twist. "Now answer me."
"Yes, Sir, I like sucking cock."
"Good…because you are going to suck my cock Annie. You are going to suck it until your throat is raw." Jean Claude began rubbing the head of his tool around my lips. It was taking every amount of will power I had not to stick my tongue out and flick it across his head. "But there will be one difference here Annie. I've heard that you like to control the sucking, the movements. That won't do for me. I am going to fuck your mouth Annie. I am going to ram this cock down your throat until you feel like you are going to choke. You will not touch it. You will not touch my balls. You will not use your tongue or teeth unless instructed. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Sir."
