He came over and stood behind me, slipping his hands over my hips as we both looked in the mirror. “That material feels soft and wonderful,” he sa...d, “and there’s a gorgeous body underneath it.”I could feel his hard cock brushing against my bum and his hands started to explore the silk, slowly moving up, tracing the outline of my nipples through the lace trim. I arched my back slightly as he brushed over the fabric, slowly running his fingers around the bottom of my breasts, gently cupping them. Jón was slowly regaining his strength. Partly it was because I had him exercising as much as I could. He was also eating a lot too. He took his turn at hunting and I used my old skills as well as my new ones to ensure that we found something.Lugging the deer back to camp was difficult. Jón worked alone except for me but we still had only one pair of weak arms. The deer was hung with great difficulty and bled. Getting people to come and help carry the meat was not difficult.Jón and I were always. She would just talk with him, shoot the breeze as she often did ... they wouldn't touch.She knocked on the partly open door."Come on in..."She did and stood there watching him working at his desk."He's relaxing ... I'll put his feed in about an hour."Jack smiled, closing a ledger."You take great care of him," he said, "You have a way with stallions."She shrugged."They're just like teenage boys," she said, "only they can throw more weight around." True ... but he's got 10 mares tomorrow," he. "Positive reinforcement," Madame Carronade had explained. "A slave that meets performance standards is given time in here. I have seen slaves weep over the opportunity to lie on a soft cot for a few hours. The carrot can be as effective as the stick ... or whip. Our clients demand top quality slaves in appearance, skill and attitude. Punishment alone makes for sullen slaves."Madame Carronade picked up a red binder from a stack that was by one of the heavy steel doors, "This is a customized.