Accompanying them was a collared male servant, a miserable-looking Islander who must have been about Trish's age. He was carrying a enormous backpack and several bags. He was barefoot and his naked body was covered with whip-marks. He followed his Mistress and her kids to a grassy area in the shade close to where Eve was sitting and Trish was kneeling.While the kids ran off to see a nearby playground, the servant unloaded the pack, which contained everything necessary for a picnic for the woman and her kids. As soon as the picnic was set up, the woman ordered the servant to get on his hands and knees. She produced a whip and aimed it at his backside:"Why do you have to be so slow, wretch?" CRACK! "What's wrong with you?" CRACK! "Where do you think you are, on vacation?" CRACK! "What do you think I bought you for, to relax?" CRACK! "Wretch, you'd better start answering me, or I'll tear the skin off you, right here!" CRACK!"I'm a lazy sack of shit, Mistress. I'm worthless." CRACK! "T
Eve enjoyed having her bottom caressed and stimulated, and she especially enjoyed having her servant's tongue exploring that most intimate part of her body.Eve ordered Trish to brush her teeth and to return to the bed. She grabbed the servant's wrists and pinned her arms to the mattress. She clamped the American's wrists with a vice-like grip. She wrapped her strong legs around the legs of her ward. At that moment Trish was immobilized and helpless."Who do you belong to, Trish Bousquet?""I belong to you, Mistress Bousquet.""That's right, Servant Trish, you belong to me. You're mine. Get it? You're mine.""Yes, Mistress Bousquet. I'm yours. I belong to you.""What is the purpose of your life?""To do stuff for you, Mistress Bousquet. To do what you tell me.""That's only part of it. You're purpose in life is to satisfy all of my needs. I am the reason for your very existence, Servant Trish. That's why I bought you. Do you understand?""Yes, Mistress Bousquet."Eve kept Trish immobi
Eve's ultimate goal was to make the servant totally dependent on her, but she also wanted Trish to willingly submit and eventually to love her. Balancing discipline with rewards was necessary to turn Trish into the lover who would best serve Eve's needs.In the meantime, there was the problem of Trish's sexual frustration and the possibility her sex drive could cause her to do something stupid. The attraction between Trish and Pierre junior became obvious when everyone was back on the boat. Eve decided to discipline her servant, but in a way that would allow the Islanders to have some fun with her at the same time.Once everyone was back on board, Eve ordered Trish to go to the bow of the boat. She had to get on her elbows and knees with her rear facing towards the stern, and would be responsible for "keeping a lookout for rocks and water hazards". To keep her balance, she'd have to grab the edge with her hands and keep her knees spread wide apart. She would have to stay in that posit
While Trish had gone over Eve's lap knowing that she was going to receive a spanking, the policewoman had much more in mind. Yes, there would be a spanking, but Eve hoped to use a weakness of her servant's body to teach her an important lesson. She would use the girl's body to control her emotions and force her to completely surrender herself.Eve continued to massage Trish's bottom and thighs, using sensuous touches and light tickling with her fingertips until she noticed a subtle change in the young woman's posture. At first Trish was very tensed up and nervous, but Eve's touches allowed her to get the girl to relax, then finally to enjoy what was happening to her.Trish was very wet, and tilted her bottom up, desperately hoping her owner would slip her fingers between her thighs and touch her...Eve smiled. She had Trish right where she wanted her. She teased her ward's labia with the tip of her index finger as Trish involuntarily tilted her hips even more, hoping that Eve would to
Flora could tell that Eve's servant was becoming more cooperative and that her attitude had improved. She still walked around with her switch, but had no reason to use it. When she told Trish to do something, the servant complied. Even peeing in the street was not a much of an issue. Each time Flora took Trish to the street to relieve herself, she managed to empty her bladder with no problem. She tried to time her potty breaks to avoid going out when the neighborhood kids were around: that was the only effort at modesty she dared attempt. Anyhow, she needed to be ready for her next trip into the capitol. She knew that she'd have to demonstrate she had gotten over her reluctance to piss in public, which meant peeing into storm drains with people watching. If she proved to her Mistress that she could pee on command, she'd probably get her bathroom privileges back.Trish had her first menstruation on the Island on Monday, the day after the boat trip. The period was yet another humbling e
Trish noticed that the exam table had stirrups, and the leg and arm rests of the chair were equipped with restraining straps made from thick leather and sturdy metal buckles. If a subject were uncooperative, she could be immobilized. There were two cameras on the stage: a video camera and a still camera, both of which were mounted on tripods.Charles ordered Trish to stand in front of a light blue background that had lines to measure a subject's height. He positioned the still camera and its tripod to take a series of professional medical portraits of his model. He ordered Trish to pose for eight photos with her hands at her sides: from the front, from the back, from each side, and from 45-degree angles. He ordered the servant to raise her hands above her head and took eight more pictures. He ordered her to stand with her left arm at her side and her right arm sticking straight out and took an additional eight pictures from the different angles. He repeated the eight-picture series w
Then, all over her skin she felt the light touches of several sets of fingertips. The touches explored her entire body, seeking her most vulnerable and sensitive areas. She felt the light caresses on her face, her lips, her nipples, her stomach, her legs, and finally her exposed pelvis. The touches were tentative and teasing, leaving her desperate for more. It was obvious that whoever was touching her knew what they were doing and that an orgasm was not far off. Soon she was moaning in desperation as a series of light touches centered on massaging the juices of her arousal. As she came close to climaxing the smell of her orgasm permeated the entire room.A fingertip expertly teased her clitoris and forced her to climax. Perspiration covered her body as she shuddered and moaned from the delicious feeling of all those hands on her body, and especially that one expert hand between her legs that was guiding her through such exquisite joy. There was not a hint of pride or self-control in h
Also, if you're interested, there are demonstrations and photos from previous classes uploaded in the archive section. Make sure you study chapters 14 and 18. Most of Monday's exam will be out of those two chapters."Trish remained standing with her hands behind her head and her feet spread apart as the students left the room. Some of the students approached the stage to talk to their professor or to have a closer look at the servant. Several male students took pictures of her with digital cameras and cell phones. A couple of the photographers even went behind to get pictures of her backside. There were conversations, including a couple of comments comparing the American with the demonstration subject for the previous semester's class, who was an Islander.As the professor chatted with his students, Trish mulled over what he had said at the end of his presentation. The entire medical examination was going to be posted on the Internet: both the photos and the video. Not only were 200 s
If one thing was constant about Dorian Steel, it was that his mind was always in turmoil. Anyone who knew him would call him a brooding and unhappy man. He seemed to think of little more than finding and destroying anything that walked like a human but bore a pair of fangs. But right now was one of those rare times when he could stop his brooding and just enjoy the moment. And at this moment, his mind was on nothing but the feel of Jade's lips on his cock.Jade epitomized the look of the stereotypical bad girl. She had spiky green hair, and piercings and tattoos everywhere. She had five earrings on each ear, she had two rings on the left side of her nose, one on her right eyebrow, one on the left side of her lower lip, one on her tongue, one on each nipple and one in her navel. A spider web tattoo decorated her right shoulder all the way from the neck to the upper arm, with the spider itself sitting in the center; on her left shoulder blade was a vicious dragon, on her lower belly was
"I just don't want someone as cute as you to be alone," he said, reaching to grab her with his other hand. He didn't get that far."I said let go!" Elizabeth snapped, lashing out with her claws at his face.The man reeled back, still holding onto her arm with one hand, while putting the other to the four bloody streaks that had appeared on his face. Rage flashed across his face as he reached into his jacket pocket. "Oh, now you're dead, bitch!" he roared, flipping out his switchblade.The average human girl would have been screaming in terror at this point. Elizabeth hardly batted an eyelash when that blade appeared. His hand began thrusting the blade at her; it would reach her in less than a second. That was far more time than she needed. Her free hand sprang up and grabbed the attacking hand by the wrist, and she swung him over her shoulder onto the ground.Her attacker lay at her feet now. No ... not her attacker. Her prey. He was at her mercy now. Her vampire instincts knew exactl
Her mind drifted back to the dream again ... no, the memory. Dreams were things that didn't actually happen. But she'd been asleep, and the actual memory of the night her brother had made her what she was had played through her mind. Every detail about it was still as vivid as if it had happened last night, even after six years.And every time she found herself envying humans, her thoughts drifted back to that night, and she reminded herself of one thing: You chose this. He gave you a choice, and you said yes. Every so often she would hear another voice in her head respond, But you were a stupid kid then, you didn't know what you were doing! Now was not such a time.No, she was not going to frown on her choice to become a vampire right now. Not with the way Sylvia was looking at her. Sylvia was her friend, and although she had been laughing with everyone else just a moment ago, her look was friendly and affectionate now, and all Elizabeth's embarrassment instantly smoothed over.As Ha
NEW VAMPIRE ROMANCE:::of this particular moment, the single general thought flowing throughout the house was relief. The interrogation would surely come later, but right now everybody was just happy Anthony was home. Everyone had been beside themselves with worry; he was supposed to have returned from his camping trip five days ago. But the worry was over now. Anthony was back.Or was he?Elizabeth knew there was something ... different ... about her brother. What it was, she couldn't even begin to guess; but then, she was still so much younger than him. She was still only a child at twelve years old, and there was a lot she didn't know. But she couldn't deny there was something about Anthony that seemed very not right.Mom and Dad had been both overjoyed and on the verge of tears at the same time when he'd finally come parading in through the front door with a big smile pasted on his face as if he was expecting a party. The smile on his face had been the first thing that struck her
As Eve read the comments to her blog postings and browsed the Internet, she realized that her goal of exposing her servant and sharing her with the world had been realized. She also knew that she had some real bragging rights.Yes ... you know that famous naked dancer from this year's Carnival? I'm her owner...The following weekend, Eve decided to take her servant to the beach. It was late afternoon and viciously hot, so the policewoman decided to leave her clothes at home. Like Trish, she would enjoy the late afternoon heat in the nude.The two women walked along the isolated path to get to the shore. Eve told Trish to walk ahead of her so she could take a series of pictures of her naked body. The Mistress also wanted pictures of herself, so every so often she handed the camera to her ward and posed.Finally the Mistress and her servant made it to the beach. They walked away from the village and found a spot that was totally isolated. They dropped their towels and food under a tree a
Shortly before sunset the group (with the notable exception of the moon dancer) put on their outfits and boarded a bus for the capitol.Luis already had taken care of most of the preparations, so there was not much for the performers to do apart from having one last drink of water, climb into their positions, and wait for the float to start moving. When Trish took her position on her platform, she was four meters above the level of the street. She was very, very visible, especially when the lights illuminating her body were turned on. She was not embarrassed in the least. She felt very aroused and excited. Above all, she was eager to perform well so her Mistress would be proud of her.The parade slowly moved along the main boulevard of the Island's capitol. The music played and the spectators cheered and applauded. Cameras were flashing everywhere. Trish did the one thing she knew how to do well: dance. She lost herself in the music. She quit thinking about anything other than the rh
Trish was in a good mood, was enjoying the music, and was enjoying the chance to show off. So, for nearly an hour, she danced tirelessly as the teenagers took turns as dance partners. A crowd gathered and started clapping with the music. Trish danced with some of the spectators as well. Yes, it turned out that Eve's "little sex-pot" had become quite the exhibitionist and dance star.The photographer took pictures of Trish throughout the day, finishing with a series during sunset on a beach near Safe Harbor. She and Eve spent the night at the photographer's house and were up before dawn for a photo-shoot during sunrise. Shortly before lunch, the photographer finished with additional pictures around Safe Harbor.During lunch, Eve and Luis talked about the photos and where he wanted to post them. He assured Trish's owner that he would put the entire collection of pictures on a thumb-drive, even the images he considered rejects and out-takes. The two Islanders discussed various photo-shar
Eve ran her fingers over her servant's body, concentrating on her bottom and inner thighs. Trish gasped with delight. She felt her owner's strong hands on her breasts and her lips on her shoulders. Finally, just as Trish felt she couldn't take any more, her owner's hand slipped down her stomach and over her bare vulva. And then ... at last, Eve's finger gently brushed up against her clit. Eve slipped her other hand down Trish's bottom and fondled her from front and back. Trish moaned with delight as she climaxed and sweat poured down her body. It was so good that she had a hard time remaining standing.Eve took Trish in her arms and held her."You are such a naughty little sex-pot, aren't you?""Yes, Mistress Bousquet."That night, Trish was very happy to bathe her Mistress and massage her shoulders and breasts. She was tired and totally satisfied for the night, but now Eve was ready for a good round of sex. When she got out of the bathtub, Eve decided that she wanted to experiment wi
"Yes, Mistress Annette."Trish was terrified, especially at the thought of ever being alone with Eve's evil sister-in-law. What on earth could have angered her so much?During the dinner conversation Trish picked up more clues. As she served food and refilled drinks she overheard Jules and Eve:" ... so you're serious, your servant doesn't have a clue who we are?""No ... no clue at all. I've tried dropping a few hints: nothing. She honestly doesn't know a thing. She doesn't even know about the Civil War, and I'm serious about that. So, she certainly doesn't know where her fortune came from. Not a clue.""And you're not planning to tell her?""I've thought about it, but I guess I won't. What would be the point? That's not why I bought her."Annette interjected:"The point would be to let that little bitch know that she deserves everything that's happening to her. To let her know that we don't forget. To let her know that her family needs to pay for what they did to us.""Annette ... p