Slowly. Give everyone a good look.”Without hesitation, she spun slowly, shuffling her feet, her cheeks burning with shame as she became aware of the...obvious wet spot upon her silk knickers. She wanted desperately to sit down and cover herself, but it she seemed unable to.“Such an obedient whore,” the bishop praised her, stroking her bottom affectionately. “Are you enjoying showing yourself off?”“I don’t know. No. And yet? Perhaps? Oh, dash and bother. Yes. Yes I am,” she mumbled,. She looked out and could see the snow begin to fall over the French fields, icy winds tapped sporadically at the window. A far cry from her childhood of Barbados. Ava sprang up angrily and paced the small attic room feeling cooped up like a bird in a tiny cage, muttering ‘Arrogant overbearing beast, lord knows I will make him sorry for this!’ Ava was furious. She flopped back onto the bed, tears brimming. Her father, Lord Anton Moreau was making her marry for money and status, and the wedding. Sitting down again, I watched my slave staring at it, with the heel hole neatly pierce through the middle. I picked up the paper cup and knocked the remaining fries onto the floor with my elbow. I got up and trod on them as I moved across to sit opposite my slave. Just pointing my gloved to the trodden mess I ordered slave to ‘get’.I placed the sharp heels of my shoes onto slave’s trainers, grinding and digging them until my slave started to squirm in pain. In front of my slave was a pile. Zena looked over his shoulder as she pressed her boobs into his back and reached around to stroke his semi-hard cock. Ned thought about the new Housemother Zena and the many alumni like her who wanted to give back to the place that had changed their lives for the better. Some remembered their Academy years fondly and wanted to return for occasional adventures. Ned could contemplate scenarios where the education of sensual anatomy could be used for healing therapies. And there seemed to be a.