Special Delivery
Don Winslow
Part 2
The imperious Madam, standing
just behind her awe-struck client, allowed herself a knowing grin. Frederika knew men. She especially knew this one, and so she knew
that by this one visit she had gained a client for life, one who would beg for
one of her girls…one who would be willing to pay whatever she asked. It was so much more enjoyable to be able to deal
with collectors like Max, she thought smugly -- those for whom money was no
object.
Now she moved to take charge. She was looking directly at the tall blonde as
she spoke, although she addressed her words to her client. “Sir Max, allow me to present our Astrid to
you.”
She took a step closer to the
perfectly still nude model. And then, in a voice of quiet authority: “Astrid, ‘Present’
for your new Master.”
As the three of them watched,
the stately blonde moved to obey. Holding herself perfectly erect, she lowered
herself to her knees, then settled back on her heels, back held straight, hands
on her thighs, palms up. She lowered her blond head submissively to indicate
her willingness to obey. To see this beautiful girl on her knees before him, to
realize he could fully dominate her; it was an intoxicating moment. This was the first pose taught to all
Frederika’s girls; the pose they would learn to automatically adopt when being
presented to a new Master, or a Mistress.
“Astrid is now yours, Sir Max.
We place her in your hands under our usual terms. For one full week, she is all
yours. She will do whatever is asked of
her, without hesitation; obey any and all orders she is given.
You may use this girl in any
way you see fit: Exhibition, Humiliation, Bondage and Discipline to be applied
whenever and however you desire (she has already known the whip, incidentally). Of course, we quite naturally can allow no
serious harm to come to the girl. With that one proviso however, you may use
her to your heart’s content.
She will attend to you as
your personal servant in your study, your bedroom, or the bath; as your housemaid
on hands and knees in the kitchen; or as a sex slave to be chained and kept
naked at all times, taken out only to be played with, whenever you so choose.
She will eagerly pleasure you with her body, her face, her lips and tongue,
fingers and hands, and any or all of the female body’s three openings. And at your command, she will gladly service
any friends or acquaintances, male or female, whom you may invite in to use her.
All is to be allowed, nothing forbidden.
You see before you, Sir, your
new love slave in the ‘Presentation’ pose, one of the five mandated positions
she has been trained to assume and hold at your command. If you’ll allow me, I will now demonstrate
the others:
Astrid, stand at ‘Attention’.” The kneeling
woman got to her feet and stood erect, then raised her arms to lay her hands on
the top of her head with fingers interwoven. She stood with shoulders pulled
back, chest thrust out, modest little tits on proud display. Her head was held
high, pale blue eyes locked on some distant spot, straight ahead.
Max moved closer, close
enough to touch that placid her, his face only inches from hers, studying the
still blonde face in wonder. Frederika
waited a long minute for the collector to appreciate his new acquisition, then:
“Astrid bend over for...‘Present
for Mounting’.” They watched the blond nude move, turning her back to them,
lowering head and shoulders, till she stood bending at the hips with hands
bracing herself on her thighs. She
widened her stance, opening her legs to set he heels several inches apart, and
she stood braced there with her taut-skinned bottom sticking out towards them
in erotic invitation, passive, submissive, waiting. Max’s eyes were drawn to
the soft furry pouch tucked up between those sleek thighs, and his penis instantly
surged into full-blown erection; he looked away, managed a half smile for his
guests.
“Astrid, on your knees…‘Submission’.” The girl
now got down to kneel on the floor, promptly fell to hands and knees, and then
lowered her head till her forehead rested on the thick pile carpet. She waited there with back arched, her small
tight-checked bottom held high in the air. The sudden urge to spank that perky little
rump was overpowering, but Max managed to get a grip on himself, clenching his
hands. There would be plenty of time for
that sort of sport once his guests had departed, and he had this fascinating
creature all to himself.
Frederika, who was watching
Max’s reactions, now gave him a truly wicked grin. He met those knowing eyes, licked his lips
and managed a weak nod.
“ Astrid, sit…‘Display’.” Astrid gathered herself up, and moved to the
large leather bound easy chair her Mistress indicated. Without further orders, she sat her bare
bottom down on the leather cushions, fell back into the generously
accommodating chair and slid forward till she was rolled back on her shoulders,
her naked bottom resting on the very front of the cushion. Then in one motion she
raised and opened her knees, spreading them wide to openly expose her sex as
she had been trained to do. With hands coming
around to clasp the backs of her thighs, she stared out at them from between
her raised knees, an expression of total indifference on her pale blond face. She
held herself in that erotic display, waiting to be released.
The Madam kept her model in
that brazen pose, letting her client have the time to fully savor the
exhibiting blonde. No one moved.
***
Max stood at the upper window
watching the two travelers climbing into the back of the cream-colored Rolls. A
magnificent nyloned leg was drawn up into the car, the chauffeur closed the
door with a dull thud, and went around to take his seat behind the wheel. And as the car made its slow way down the gravel
driveway, Max turned away.
He had things to do. He had to
see about the arrangements for the little dinner party he had planned; just a few
fellow connoisseurs from his circle of intimate and like-minded friends. His
latest prize would, of course, be the evening’s entertainment.
End of Part 2
