We joined her in the lounge, and I let go of the leash as Sylvia went directly over and knelt next to Eliza's chair. As I sat down, I wondered just how rebellious she had been to deserve being sent here. Or what she had done before I arrived to deserve her earlier beating. Unbidden, images of Eliza skilfully wielding her crop came into my head. She had looked magnificent, I could not deny it. My own feeling of power mixed into those images and I couldn't help a smile spread across my face.
Whatever her moment of rebellion had been she was certainly not showing any sign of it now. She did seem a little awkward in her enforced nudity but seemed resigned to it. Eliza poured us both a generous measure of brandy from a beautiful cut-glass decanter and sat back. I followed suit, cradling the glass in my hands letting it warm slowly.
"Isn't that a lovely sunset tonight?" she asked me.
I swivelled around so that I could see through the large window. The sky was streaked with red and there was a feeling of inevitable darkness to come. For the moment, however the sky blazed gloriously. I turned back to face her across the empty fireplace with its elaborately embroidered fire screen.
"So, you paid for Jane's education. That's very generous of you."
"It wasn't totally altruistic I assure you. There was a price to pay and which she continues to pay in her service to me. She comes in three times a week and cooks my meals, occasionally more if I need her. She doesn't get paid for that, its all part of the contract. The other days she works in other houses and gets very well paid. In two years' time she will be free to leave, but I will do my best to retain her services even if I do have to pay for them."
"It was still a kind thing to do. I'm sure her mother was grateful."
"She took a little persuading but had enough sense to listen to others who had been in the same situation before her and who had come to me for help. And now she can see that my methods worked."
"And Sylvia?" I asked.
"Ahhh this one," she put out a hand and stroked the hair of the girl knelt at her side. "Her parents are wealthy, and she thought that gave her permission to do nothing but party and live off her credit card. That would not have been too bad, but she was extremely disrespectful to both her parents, rude and uncouth. The language that used to come out of her mouth shocked even me."
"So, they asked you to help?"
"Eventually word got to them and they jumped at the chance. She, however, was not so happy about coming here. One of my first acts, in front of her and her parents, was to cut up her credit cards. She nearly burst into tears, but her father smiled and her mother looked relieved. I think he realised she was in good hands. It also gave me a sample of the crude language she often used, especially when angry or upset and when she couldn't get her own way."
"Do you have plans for her? Like you did with Jane?" I asked.
"She still needs more training. Don't let her quiet submission lull you into a false image of her. Admittedly, since I ... my apologies, since we ... used the crop on her she has behaved but she is still likely to turn back to her former self."
The mention of the scene in the cellar, and the part that I played in it brought memories bubbling to the surface again. I gave Sylvia a long hard stare and she flinched slightly. I examined her properly for the first time.
"Turn and face our guest," Eliza ordered, "let him see how pretty you are beneath the grime."
Undoubtedly, she was very pretty especially with her face scrubbed of grime and devoid of makeup. Despite her kneeling stance and her lack of clothes she still had that pampered look of an over-privileged little rich girl. Her breasts were moderate in size, I'm guessing a C, but I'm not expert. They were certainly young and pert. A small jewel pierced her navel which, for some reason, I found surprising. It seemed odd that Eliza had allowed her to keep it. I finally looked between her spread knees and was astonished to find that the wetness that had appeared after her punishment, had returned. I couldn't help myself, but I had to make myself more comfortable as my dick began to grow,
"Do you find her attractive?"
I had to cough to clear my throat. My eyes refused to stop looking at her pussy. "I agree she is very pretty." I managed to say.
"Sexually attractive?"
Eliza was pulling no punches but her effect on me was becoming harder and harder to deny. I could only nod in reply.
"Would you like to try her?"
I finally forced my eyes upwards to look at Eliza. What was she suggesting? Was it really what I think it was?
"Since she has been here, I have discovered a few of her talents. I have encouraged them of course and used them to give out rewards. She has a skill at oral sex, a skill which I have personally used on more than one occasion. One of the reasons for inviting you this evening is to see how she performs with a man. At the moment I have no idea, but I think it may be a more familiar environment for her. She needed quite severe persuasion to do it for me. Would you be willing to help me test her?"
I gulped, not really believing my ears. I was being offered a blow-job from this naked girl. Right here and now and under the watchful eye of Eliza, the woman I was in awe of, if not slightly in love. In the end it was my dick that decided for me, growing even harder and pressing against the front of my slacks. It was obvious to both of them that I was fully aroused.
"Go on then, girl," she said suddenly, giving Sylvia a nudge in the back, "show Duncan what you can do."
Sylvia hesitated and Eliza lifted her arm. The crop had magically reappeared and she waved it menacingly. Sylvia dropped forward onto all fours and crawled over to me. There was a yelp as Eliza had leaned forward and given her a thwack on her retreating bottom. Then she sat back to watch what happened next.
I decided, to make it a true test, that I wouldn't make it easy for her and that she would have to do all the work. I put my hands on the arm of the chair and sat back, waiting for her to make the next move. She knelt up and looked at me with a sad expression. She tried to smile but it was a weak effort. I stayed still, looking at her until she realised I was not going to help her and that she was on her own. She placed her hands tentatively on my knees and then slid them along my thighs. Slowly she started to massage me through my trousers. At first her touch was gentle and nervous. As I stayed still, she slowly became bolder. Her touch became much firmer and she squeezed my dick, bunching the fabric around it. I smiled encouragingly.
She tried to loosen my belt with one hand but was forced to let go of my dick and use two. I felt the sudden freedom as she tugged the two ends apart. Then she released the button and slowly pulled down the zip. It seemed to take forever, and it cleverly served to raise my level of excitement. Finally, she reached inside, found the opening of my boxers, and made first proper contact with my erect penis. Her nerves seemed to have gone as she worked it free and let it stand proud.
"Very impressive, Duncan, if I may say so. How is she doing so far?"
