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It was currently Master Doctor Moulton's hour, and he
walked with us through the large set of rooms designated for
our daily use. There was a pottery wheel and sculpting table
for me in one area of the room, near enough to the windows
to catch the sunlight. At last I would be able to finish my
Posture One sculpture, but my days of isolation and ostracism
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were over, for my skill station was placed right in the hub of
three others.
I had Snow, Master Duncan's Personal and a very talkative
painter, stationed not six feet to the left of mine. Opal, Master
Wilhite's Personal, spent a good portion of the days in a
comfortable easy-chair in front of me, cross-stitching from
patterns that she created herself. Midget, Master Smith's
Personal and an avid artist with charcoal pencils, had her art
station to the right and a little behind my pottery wheel.
"You may learn any new skill you desire," my Master told
me as he unhooked my leash from my collar. "If there is
anything you require that is not provided, you may ask for it.
The garden and Aviary are open to you, so long as you do
your part to keep them nice. And look there, there's your old
barrack's mate, Desire. So you already have a friendly face
here." My Master pointed out the sliding glass door to where
Master Deaton's new Personal was currently weeding in a
flower bed. "Come. Let's introduce you to the others."
It was Master Doctor Moulton's hour to supervise the Day
Room. He and my Master took me to each Personal in turn. I
was told her name, as well as that of her master, and her list
of accomplished skills was recited for me.
"Greet your new sister," my Master then told me, and I
would put my hands upon the shoulders of the newly
acquainted Personal while she did the same to me and our
softly murmured greetings would be exchanged.
"Kiss," my Master then said, and like lovers we would lean
into one another's embrace. Our hands would clasp, our
breasts touch, and our mouths meet. When my turn came to
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kiss Master Doctor Moulton's Personal, Kitten, my eyes were
drawn to her small, pert breasts, naked above her hard, black
corset. Her nipples had been pierced and each was decorated
with a single sapphire gem looped on a gold ring. They
sparkled in the sunlight as she lifted her arms to lay her
hands on my shoulders, and I could not help but touch one.
Kitten smiled at me. Since my corset covered my navel, I
lifted the front of my uniform skirt the mere inch or two
necessary to show her my ruby-studded clit ring. She must
have been as impressed with my piercing as I was with hers.
As we leaned in to kiss, her hand stole down to touch me
there.
"How very friendly," Tane said low behind me.
"They look good together," Master Doctor Moulton added.
"It would be a pity to separate them now when they seem
so attached."
Kitten all but purred as she slipped her tongue into my
mouth and kissed me as a master would.
My Master and Doctor Moulton took us to the bed—a large
circular bed that could have comfortably slept ten and which
was set two steps down into the floor—in the Personals'
private napping alcove. We were both undressed.
I had never made love to a woman before, but it seemed
to please my Master. So when Kitten held her arms out, her
sapphire nipple rings glittering under the lights as she
breathed, I went to her. She showed me what to do, and I
will admit the taste of her was not unpleasant. Nor were the
sounds she made as I took her clit into my mouth. Her body
jolted when I flicked her with my tongue, and a thrill a
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satisfaction went through me when her hips began to jerk in
time to the motions of my licking and sucking.
The warm hand of the Master Doctor settled lightly on my
back. Two fingers stole beneath my chin to sink into Kitten's
wet sheath, and she moaned as he thrust them in and out.
Her cries quickly escalated as we drove her right to the brink
of orgasm, but I was not allowed to topple her over. Moulton
pulled me away at the last second and that privilege fell to
my Master, who took my place between her legs.
It was the first time I saw him mount another female. Her
back arched and she cried out lustily, wrapping her legs
around his waist, grabbing his buttocks with claw-like hands
and pulling him deep and hard into her. I didn't know we
could do that. But my Master only laughed at her fervor, and
I felt a stab of jealousy as he began to pump slowly into her.
He did not let her come right away, but teased her, bringing
her to the edge I'd primed her for. Then he stopped, holding
himself still within her until the threat of her orgasm receded
and he could thrust again.
My jealousy grew. That was one of the tricks he used with
me.
Having divested himself of his clothes, Master Moulton sat
cross-legged on the bed not far away. He held out his hand to
me. "Come here, Mischief."
Casting one last look at my Master and the moaning,
gasping, writhing Kitten, I went to him. My intent was to
make Kitten feel the same jealousy that I did. And I threw
myself into pleasuring the Master Doctor, into making him
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