Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 68525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Franla had recommended that I use a surveillance system if I had one, for my enjoyment but also and more importantly in order to ensure that Chalondra’s training went as smoothly as possible. I had shown her the technology with which my grandfather had provided himself and his descendants, and my new mistress of concubines had declared herself well satisfied.
“Especially on her first day,” she had told me, “you’ll want to pay careful attention to the girl’s reactions when I instruct her and prepare her to receive you, my lord, especially between her thighs and between her hind cheeks. I can assist you in interpreting her response to her sexual training, of course, but your dominant instincts represent your most important resource in obtaining the pleasure you’ve paid for from your bed girl. You’ll find, I think, that you’ll grow more in tune with those instincts as you watch her under her mistress’ care.”
I watched her now. The view wall showed a close-up of Chalondra’s lovely face in its upper right quadrant, her eyes wide and her cheeks pink, clearly from her embarrassment at the immodesty of her current posture. A medium shot of the training room to which Franla had led the girl occupied the upper left: I could see Franla’s back as the mistress gazed down on the supine blue-haired form of my new concubine, her legs spread wide by the stirrups into which Franla had guided Chalondra’s knees.
The lower right quadrant of the wall had the close-up of the girl’s virgin quim, still covered in her wooly blue pubic fur. The adorable pink pucker of her anus lay just below the lower extremity of her dainty labia, just visible through the wiry curls.
My cock had calmed somewhat since the diverting scene in the car that had almost made me fuck the girl right then and there. The mere thought of having her tonight, however, had kept me semi-erect during the intervening hour or so, when Franla had seen to getting Chalondra fed and bathed. What I saw on the view wall, though, brought my manhood right back to the hardness of a diamond.
Rejuvenated indeed, I thought wryly, as I succumbed to dominant instinct—just as Franla would have advised me to do, I felt certain—and pulled my cock from my trousers so that I could enjoy Chalondra’s early training to the fullest.
Chalondra
“I’m going to bind you to the training chair, now, Chalondra,” Mistress Franla told me in a decisive tone that made my tummy flip over. “It’s important that you understand you can’t escape what’s about to happen to you.”
I blinked at her, not knowing what to make of the sudden change in the older woman’s demeanor. For the last few minutes, as she had shown me the concubine quarters of my master’s palace, she had seemed almost friendly. Now, after she had invited me to sit in this chair in the room she had called the training room, she seemed to have transformed herself in a moment from a kindly guide to a strict teacher.
“But… but…” I tried to say, but Mistress Franla had already started to fasten a stout leather strap around my right knee, where it rested in the stirrup. “But you said you just needed to… to…”
“To take a look at you, yes,” my mistress said. “But of course that’s not all I need to do.”
She had charmed me, I realized, put me under some kind of spell. In the garage, as I had watched Baron Gravamir enter one door, a wide one with a gold G on it, Mistress Franla had led me to a smaller and plainer one. Through it had lain a big, unadorned room, filled with shelves and equipment I didn’t recognize. On Kamnos, all technology belonged to the company, and I had only rarely seen anything self-powered, like the car that had taken us from the market.
“This is the service area of Gravamir House,” the mistress had told me. “Your master doesn’t keep many servants, unlike most of my clients. This palace runs mostly with the help of autobots.”
“Of what?” I had asked, encouraged by her friendly, confiding tone. The room had seemed a good deal less splendid than I had expected from a nobleman’s palace. My fascination with what I saw, plain as it was, though, had made me almost forget that my arms remained bound behind me, and that my master had made it clear only a few moments before that whatever fucking meant, it would happen to me very soon.
“You can think of them as automatic servants,” Mistress Franla had said, a lightness in her voice conveying the smile I saw on her face, as if she enjoyed satisfying my curiosity. “I’ll show you. House, this is his lordship’s new concubine Chalondra. Acknowledge.”
I had looked around, trying to see who or what she had addressed, but of course I had seen nothing.