Thread: Slaves of the house - Lingering Desire/Ryax

He looked down, smiling slyly at the woman who groveled and kissed his feet, thanking him. He wasn't used to this happening to him, he had seen it a couple of times before however with other slaves and other masters. In this house it usually sufficed with a deep bow for a short duration. It was a nice touch that she groveled and kissed his feet though, but he would teach her the proper way of the house soon. He said nothing to acknowledge her thankful attitude, only smiling to himself as he headed off. Leyland liked his new slave trainee, anxious to see how she was trained and quite frankly to see her in action. He didn't much care for the collar that she had, it didn't fit her at all, or the house. The recognized slaves of the house had a choice in wearing a thick, dark blue colored hard leather collar with softened edges and a ring of soft leather on the inside carrying the soft fur still so it would be more comfortable and pleasurable to have it on. The higher the recognition within the house, the more adorned and colored the collar would be. While Leyland didn't have a collar himself for the moment, it was only because the higher ranking slaves could choose to wear their collars or not, and Leyland simple wished not to wear his when he was training new recruits unless he was specifically instructed to do so. While was away, he made a request for the lowest ranking collar to be fetched for his new trainee, for a slender neck. It would be finished when she was with her new training. As he said before, she would have to learn the house rules and obey them properly before she earned the right to get the dirty and hurting iron collar off of her neck and put on the house one. He wasn't about to make things a breeze for his trainee, no matter how he felt about her right now. For he did feel for her, she was an absolute beauty, gorgeous curves and hair, even when clad in dirt and filth as she was. He was anxious to see what she looked like clean and proper. Anxious to lay his gaze on her eyes and smile once more. After about an hour he came back, walking down the steps as he headed to the spot where she was told to meet him. She sat there, on the bench facing the ocean further away, overlooking the coy pond and a small patch of soft soil and grass. As he approached, he felt his stomach jitter, butterflies appearing like never before. He was nervous, anxious, dying to see what she looked like. She had obviously picked one of the dresses he had supplied for her room. The way that her body looked like in the rags, he knew she would be gorgeous in that specific piece, especially with such an outstanding body as her's. Braving his jittery stomach, he went up to the bench, sneaking up behind her as he sighed softly to get her attention as he gazed over the beautiful scenery. It's a beautiful place, isn't it?, he asked her, wanting her thoughts about it, even if they were as simple as yes or no. He walked around the bench and faced her, smiling softly but formally at her. Good choice of clothing. Now, come to the grass. It's time to asses your previous training., he said softly, going to make her show him her training, thought not with himself. He wouldn't be able to assess her as well if he was playing with her himself. Though he wanted to, oh how he wanted too. Her body was astounding, especially when accentuated and shown off by the dress she was wearing. Once she came up to him, Leyland called for Oscar , who he had spotted not far from their position. A routined slave trained in the house under his rule, his first trainee actually. Leyland had trained Oscar with a more relaxed approach, they ended up with a closer relationship then most of the slaves in the house had to any. Oscar was quick to come to his trainers aid, bowing deep as was the house rules to the higher ranked, Yes master, what is your bidding?, he asked in a polite and soft way of voice. Leyland was smiling still, walking away to the bench and sitting down, crossing his legs and his arms out along the top of the back support. Simple, really. You're to be kissed., he said simply, looking to his new save, which he still didn't know the name of yet but intended to find out before the day ended. Her name mattered little to the house, his duty to the house came first, assessing her previous training came first thusly. New girl, kiss Oscar like you've been trained by your previous masters., he demanded as he looked at them.