it.” Lino looked at him, frowning. “Tell Lino what you really see. What does she look like? What can she do ?”
“I don’t — I don’t get it.”
Lino waved a hand dismissively, stepping up to Breanna’s motionless form. “First thing. You stop seeing her as Breanna. Here she is no longer a person. Here she is ‘B’, yes?”
“Okay … ”
“Just go with this, Derek,” Kurt muttered. “It’s okay. The guy knows what he’s doing.”
Glad one of us does.
He remembered the first time he’d met Breanna, at the office. Kurt had brought her through Cubeville, the nerds in Derek’s section all twitterpated at the tall, hot blonde Kurt was leading through the aisles, various heads bobbing up and down over cube walls like geeky prairie dogs. He’d said maybe ten words to her, the entire time trying to keep his eyes on hers, and off that stunning body. He wasn’t sure he’d succeeded as he talked to her; he was positive he’d failed as he watched her walk away, those hips swaying in a tight skirt. She’d dressed to kill that day, though it hadn’t really registered at the time.
“Look at her body,” Lino said. “See what she might be good at, what she might fail at. This is what you must do.”
Lino’s hands coursed down the smooth thighs, Derek’s eye drinking in the way the light cast her plump sex in shadow where it nestled between them. “This one has very long legs, yes? She might be swift of foot, but hard pulling — that might be no good for her.”
Crouching down, Lino lifted each of her legs in turn, urging her to flex, twist and extend both of them in turn. “This is very important. You must check for injuries, problems with joints. Look for old scars. Signs of old injuries. She is entrusting herself to you, yes? Make sure she is safe — and able to work hard for you.”
In her position, those legs stretched for miles, the pleasing curve of her hips a striking counterpoint to the lithe thighs, the slim, but well-muscled calves. It was such an odd feeling, taking the time to really look at the female body, and at the same time, he felt a new almost awe in its simple beauty, the perfection of the form.
Lino rose, and as he did his hands stroked up her inner thighs. She shuddered in her harness, her mouth working around the bit. “This one is sensitive, nervous.” Lino chuckled, running the edge of his hands up through the crease between genitals and inner thighs, a soft moan emanating from behind the bit. “We must train her out of this.”
“What are we training her to do ?” Derek looked from Lino to Kurt, but both men remained impassive, though Kurt’s gaze was keen, never leaving Breanna.
Lino’s hands traced the pattern of the leather harness, his fingertips stroking the exposed flesh of her belly between the straps. Then his hands found her breasts, grasping them firmly, with a workmanlike efficiency borne of a familiarity with her body that startled Derek … and irritated him.
She’s not really yours, asshole, so stop it.
“Big breasts.” Lino turned his head, leering back at him. “We may love them, but they get in the way. She is healthy, but these must be … secured. Out of the way.”
“That’s the first thing you’ve said that I don’t agree with,” Kurt said. “I don’t think her tits should ever be ‘out of the way’. Why would I — we — want that?”
Derek had to admit: he wondered the same thing. He’d happily have her prancing about with bare breasts 24/7 if it were up to him. He shook his head, embarrassed at the heat he felt at his own cheeks. So much, so very much was wrong with these thoughts he was having.
Should’ve thought about that before tumbling the rest of the way down the rabbit hole, Alice.
Lino shook his head. “You don’t understand. You do not cover them — no, you secure them. Part of her display is to show off those tits. This is non-negotiable. But that display must also be functional.”
“I know I’m
“I don’t — I don’t get it.”
Lino waved a hand dismissively, stepping up to Breanna’s motionless form. “First thing. You stop seeing her as Breanna. Here she is no longer a person. Here she is ‘B’, yes?”
“Okay … ”
“Just go with this, Derek,” Kurt muttered. “It’s okay. The guy knows what he’s doing.”
Glad one of us does.
He remembered the first time he’d met Breanna, at the office. Kurt had brought her through Cubeville, the nerds in Derek’s section all twitterpated at the tall, hot blonde Kurt was leading through the aisles, various heads bobbing up and down over cube walls like geeky prairie dogs. He’d said maybe ten words to her, the entire time trying to keep his eyes on hers, and off that stunning body. He wasn’t sure he’d succeeded as he talked to her; he was positive he’d failed as he watched her walk away, those hips swaying in a tight skirt. She’d dressed to kill that day, though it hadn’t really registered at the time.
“Look at her body,” Lino said. “See what she might be good at, what she might fail at. This is what you must do.”
Lino’s hands coursed down the smooth thighs, Derek’s eye drinking in the way the light cast her plump sex in shadow where it nestled between them. “This one has very long legs, yes? She might be swift of foot, but hard pulling — that might be no good for her.”
Crouching down, Lino lifted each of her legs in turn, urging her to flex, twist and extend both of them in turn. “This is very important. You must check for injuries, problems with joints. Look for old scars. Signs of old injuries. She is entrusting herself to you, yes? Make sure she is safe — and able to work hard for you.”
In her position, those legs stretched for miles, the pleasing curve of her hips a striking counterpoint to the lithe thighs, the slim, but well-muscled calves. It was such an odd feeling, taking the time to really look at the female body, and at the same time, he felt a new almost awe in its simple beauty, the perfection of the form.
Lino rose, and as he did his hands stroked up her inner thighs. She shuddered in her harness, her mouth working around the bit. “This one is sensitive, nervous.” Lino chuckled, running the edge of his hands up through the crease between genitals and inner thighs, a soft moan emanating from behind the bit. “We must train her out of this.”
“What are we training her to do ?” Derek looked from Lino to Kurt, but both men remained impassive, though Kurt’s gaze was keen, never leaving Breanna.
Lino’s hands traced the pattern of the leather harness, his fingertips stroking the exposed flesh of her belly between the straps. Then his hands found her breasts, grasping them firmly, with a workmanlike efficiency borne of a familiarity with her body that startled Derek … and irritated him.
She’s not really yours, asshole, so stop it.
“Big breasts.” Lino turned his head, leering back at him. “We may love them, but they get in the way. She is healthy, but these must be … secured. Out of the way.”
“That’s the first thing you’ve said that I don’t agree with,” Kurt said. “I don’t think her tits should ever be ‘out of the way’. Why would I — we — want that?”
Derek had to admit: he wondered the same thing. He’d happily have her prancing about with bare breasts 24/7 if it were up to him. He shook his head, embarrassed at the heat he felt at his own cheeks. So much, so very much was wrong with these thoughts he was having.
Should’ve thought about that before tumbling the rest of the way down the rabbit hole, Alice.
Lino shook his head. “You don’t understand. You do not cover them — no, you secure them. Part of her display is to show off those tits. This is non-negotiable. But that display must also be functional.”
“I know I’m
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