Out on the lawn, the cool breeze wafted the scent of femininity, and authority, across the noses of the selected submissives from Ward D at Arachne Ho...se, chosen to assist the two gallows pets belonging to Agnes Fairchild. The two more than willing pets, who were regularly replaced on their being rewarded with being hanged themselves by their Mistress, when the whim and suitable replacements had been sourced and imbibed with the necessary expertise - a fate they both craved with masochistic. Only because of my arcane training did I hold onto any concept of my own identity at all. Even so, I only held it with my barest fingertips. Felurian sat cross-legged on the cushions across from me, her face angry and terrible, her eyes cold and hard as distant stars. With a deliberate calm she brushed a slowly fanning butterfly from her shoulder. There was such a weight of fury in her simple gesture that my stomach clenched and I realized this fact: No one ever left Felurian. Ever. She kept. Reaching around her, I cupped her delicate breast, so sexy and arousing.I kissed her neck. “Good morning.”Amelia wiggled her bum, an altogether sensual move. “Morning, Mike,” she whispered.My erection throbbed rhythmically, thick, rigid. Amelia moved slightly, a little hunch, buttocks flexing, the sensation amazing, with her hand pressing my shaft tight against her pussy. She moved again. It felt like we were actually making love, so arousing. I responded, a gentle press forward, the tip of my. ?? The Understudy left.? Shana was alone.? She looked around, got up and walked back overto where she had left the black heeled sandals.?She pulled the leotard back down over her hips and slipped the shoeson.? Once back in the change room, shegratefully pulled off the leotard, kicked off the shoes and stepped into theshower stall. The warm water felt good on her body, and Shana leaned into the spray,heavily against the wall, bracing herself with her arms and resting herhead.? The warmth began.