any really heavy whip, they were at the top and maintaining a respectable trot. He relaxed and eased the team to a halt exactly at the foot of the steps that led up to the front door. Behind him he heard the rest of the traps pull up and as he looked around at the rigs the house’s stables had contributed he saw Carlo and Blondie.
He jumped down from his seat as soon as a girl had taken the reins and the whip from him and embraced his former boss warmly. Carlo was still hale – though his thick hair was no longer quite as black as it had been – and his handshake as firm as ever and then Brian was being given a modest peck on the cheek by Tara herself – the legendary Blondie.
“How are you, Brian?” she asked.
“I’m fine thanks! It’s good to see you again!”
As she always did, she blushed slightly as he held her lightly by the upper arms and looked at her. The blonde hair was still a spectacular storm of waves and curls that foamed down to her shoulders and at five foot eight, she still stood out from a lot of other women. And despite a few laughter lines about her eyes, she was still very beautiful. But the problem they both had was reconciling their pasts with their present positions. Brian had cut his teeth as a trainer on her. He had led her by her now-removed tongue ring, he had whipped her for training purposes, for his practice, for discipline and for no reason other than his pleasure. He had seen her in dungeon sessions, her body sold to the highest bidder. He had seen her disport herself with other slaves on rare days off. But now she was Carlo’s wife and had been returned to the life of a free woman – to some extent. She still always wore a slender black leather choker around her neck, even when she wasn’t actually collared and everyone knew that she was Carlo’s devoted property. But she was no longer the mute slave he had known.
“Quite a jamboree!” Carlo said, looking around and Tara took the opportunity to go and attend to the pony they had brought with them. It was Jet. Brian let his eyes trail over the tall black girl harnessed to their two seater trap – and also noted that Tara’s low-backed, halter neck sundress drew attention to the fact that her tanned back and shoulders bore the traces of a recent hard flogging, the sight made him feel more at ease. Jet had been royally decorated for the occasion with a gold ring in one nostril chained to one gold ear ring. Her hair had been done in long corn rows and her bridle was festooned with short gold chains that shook and swung as she shook her head and champed at her bit. Her dark nipples had been pierced with gold rings which were joined by loops of gold chain that hung successively lower towards her stomach, where a gold pendant supported a sapphire that glinted and sparkled in the pit of her navel. She had no girth but a gold chain-adorned strap followed her hips and supported a crupper that separated her labia and drew the eye towards the gold rings that pierced them. Two in either lip. She was to die for.
All the original CSL stock had been sold off. Carlo and Tara had bought Jet privately and no one knew whether the imperturbable black girl who had been a partner in so many tight spots with Blondie had consented to continuing slavery or had simply been kept as a pet slave. Brian suspected the latter. His own pet, Purdy was on loan to a friend whose normal hacking pony had gone lame. Trouble and Ox, the two sturdy blonde lovers, were still in demand in a dungeon club somewhere in Romania he believed. El Tigre, the fiery little gypsy was privately owned in Scotland. Cherry was kept at a private stable a few miles away and he had enjoyed her at a party thrown by her new owner, only a few months ago. All in all he reflected as he watched Tara, tuck her white sundress in around her long, smooth thighs as she took her seat and Carlo took up his whip, ready for the next part of the day, things had worked out well and this latest
He jumped down from his seat as soon as a girl had taken the reins and the whip from him and embraced his former boss warmly. Carlo was still hale – though his thick hair was no longer quite as black as it had been – and his handshake as firm as ever and then Brian was being given a modest peck on the cheek by Tara herself – the legendary Blondie.
“How are you, Brian?” she asked.
“I’m fine thanks! It’s good to see you again!”
As she always did, she blushed slightly as he held her lightly by the upper arms and looked at her. The blonde hair was still a spectacular storm of waves and curls that foamed down to her shoulders and at five foot eight, she still stood out from a lot of other women. And despite a few laughter lines about her eyes, she was still very beautiful. But the problem they both had was reconciling their pasts with their present positions. Brian had cut his teeth as a trainer on her. He had led her by her now-removed tongue ring, he had whipped her for training purposes, for his practice, for discipline and for no reason other than his pleasure. He had seen her in dungeon sessions, her body sold to the highest bidder. He had seen her disport herself with other slaves on rare days off. But now she was Carlo’s wife and had been returned to the life of a free woman – to some extent. She still always wore a slender black leather choker around her neck, even when she wasn’t actually collared and everyone knew that she was Carlo’s devoted property. But she was no longer the mute slave he had known.
“Quite a jamboree!” Carlo said, looking around and Tara took the opportunity to go and attend to the pony they had brought with them. It was Jet. Brian let his eyes trail over the tall black girl harnessed to their two seater trap – and also noted that Tara’s low-backed, halter neck sundress drew attention to the fact that her tanned back and shoulders bore the traces of a recent hard flogging, the sight made him feel more at ease. Jet had been royally decorated for the occasion with a gold ring in one nostril chained to one gold ear ring. Her hair had been done in long corn rows and her bridle was festooned with short gold chains that shook and swung as she shook her head and champed at her bit. Her dark nipples had been pierced with gold rings which were joined by loops of gold chain that hung successively lower towards her stomach, where a gold pendant supported a sapphire that glinted and sparkled in the pit of her navel. She had no girth but a gold chain-adorned strap followed her hips and supported a crupper that separated her labia and drew the eye towards the gold rings that pierced them. Two in either lip. She was to die for.
All the original CSL stock had been sold off. Carlo and Tara had bought Jet privately and no one knew whether the imperturbable black girl who had been a partner in so many tight spots with Blondie had consented to continuing slavery or had simply been kept as a pet slave. Brian suspected the latter. His own pet, Purdy was on loan to a friend whose normal hacking pony had gone lame. Trouble and Ox, the two sturdy blonde lovers, were still in demand in a dungeon club somewhere in Romania he believed. El Tigre, the fiery little gypsy was privately owned in Scotland. Cherry was kept at a private stable a few miles away and he had enjoyed her at a party thrown by her new owner, only a few months ago. All in all he reflected as he watched Tara, tuck her white sundress in around her long, smooth thighs as she took her seat and Carlo took up his whip, ready for the next part of the day, things had worked out well and this latest
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