Further Adventures ~ Pt 3

Dalton eyed the naked slave kneeling before him. Rob had told him that their practices may not be the same, and he had been prepared for anything. Over the years, he had learned a lot about the Dom/sub lifestyle, and chosen to follow those parts of it that suited him. That didn't mean, however, that he wasn't fully aware of how others lived, nor did it mean that he disapproved of it. Rob had assured him that their two slaves were always treated with total respect for their safety, no matter how barbaric their sessions may seem to an uneducated onlooker. Dalton knew all about cases of the exact opposite. He was quite confident that regardless if Rob's practices weren't the same as his own, there wouldn't be anything done in this house that he would take exception to. He was definitely pleased with the way things had started out. Not only the lovely specimen kneeling in front of him in a pose of complete submission, but also the faceless slave on the other side of the window he'd seen taking the onslaught of a powerful dog. He'd have to remember to ask Marcus more about that one!

In the meantime, he forced himself to pay detailed attention to the slave before him. Not only did he know that Rob was awaiting his approval, but this was one of the things that fit right into his and Claudette's way of doing things. His open delight in this offering, in front of his wife, would work perfectly.

"Lovely!" He said to his son, smiling. "Very appealing to the eye, and it looks quite well behaved too."

"Very." Rob said.

Dalton glanced at his son, his hand reaching ever so slightly towards Tricia. "May I?" He asked.

"Oh yes!" Rob nodded quickly. "Check it over, be my guest."

Dalton eyed Tricia. "Come closer, wench, so I can inspect you without getting up."

Tricia crawled closer til Dalton's hand could easily reach her chest, then resumed her position. He smiled, and cupped one tit in his hand, squeezing hard on the flesh, then sliding his hand outward til he had a firm grip on her nipple. He watched her face, paid close attention to her breathing, and noticed how much she liked this. Without changing his expression, he pinched tighter on her nipple. He glanced sideways at Rob and smiled at the soft gasp that escaped her.

"Spread your legs more." He said, and Tricia immediately spread her knees. Dalton bent over and slid his hand over her, exploring her clit then feeling the wetness of her cunt. He smiled as his fingers moved over her lips, then suddenly one was thrust into her, deep and probing. His smile widened at her response, for she immediately spread her legs apart farther still.

"Very nice!" He said to Rob. "It will do anything on command? Without hesitation?"

"That's right." Rob nodded. "If I command it. I would not request anything harmful, and it trusts me in that. It will do anything I ask of it, and anything asked by anyone I offer it to...as long as I don't override the order."

Dalton nodded. He had quickly picked up on the fact that the slaves in this house were referred to as things, not women, and he liked that. It was how he always treated Claudette whenever they were in their Dom/sub mode. He probed the slave's cunt a little longer, then brought his finger out and looked at it. It glistened with her juices. He brought it close to his face and let the scent of her fill him. Just when Rob was sure he was going to taste her juices though, he casually passed his finger to Claudette and instructed her to clean it for him.

The woman blushed, and glanced at Rob. He wasn't sure if it was being treated like this in front of someone that made her blush, or the fact that that someone was her step-son. He suspected the later, judging by some of the things his Dad had mentioned in their conversations. He held her gaze, showing her that he expected her to follow Dalton's orders, and she leaned forward to give the glistening finger a lick. Dalton grunted quietly in dissapproval, and pushed the finger fully into her mouth and held it there, giving her no choice but to suck it completely clean.

"Will it feast on my woman, then, if I ask it to?" He said, and Claudette's eyes widened as she sat with Dalton's finger in her mouth.

Rob cast her an amused look. "Certainly will." He said. Dalton grinned and pulled his finger from Claudette's mouth as he turned to look at her.

"Lift your skirt." He said, and Claudette blushed deeper, glancing at Rob. Dalton's eyes narrowed as she hesitated. "No, better yet, remove it completely."

Claudette swallowed hard and lowered her head. She knew she should have obeyed the first command and spared herself the second one. If she didn't obey this one, she had an idea what the next one might be. Shaking slightly in her embarrassment, she stood up and removed her skirt. She had arrived with no panties on, and now she sat down again naked from the waist down. She caught sight of Dalton's disapproving look and quickly spread her legs to the room.

"Now feast, wench." Dalton said with a smile, and Tricia glanced only fleetingly at Rob. With his approving nod, she moved between Claudette's legs. She traced her tongue teasingly along the edges of the woman's lips, circling around her clit each time she reached it. Gently, her hands pressed against her thighs, spreading her legs even more and allowing her to reach her cunt. Fleetingly she dipped her tongue inside, then back to the clit, which she took between her lips and began to suck. Claudette let out a gasp, and let her head rest back against the couch. Dalton smiled and turned to Rob.

"Where has Marcus disappeared to? I must say, I was very impressed with the view through that window over there when I arrived." He pointed towards the kennel window. "Almost made me wish your step-mother and I had a powerful dog like that."

Rob cleared his throat. "I think he went to retrieve his slave from the kennels. She has other duties to tend to right now."

Dalton frowned. "Hmm. I wish he'd bring her out here so I could get a better look."

"Did you....umm... not get a good look at her?"

He shook his head. "No, the dog was pretty much over her. Couldn't see her face at all, but I think I caught a glimpse of a nice set of tits, like Tricia's here, am I right?"

Rob felt himself relax, and managed a smile. "Yes, she has a good set too. Marcus makes good use of them."

Dalton glanced to where Claudette was writhing under Tricia's mouth. "And you do with this one too, I bet." He said, grinning.

Tricia worked her way in and out of the other woman, literally fucking her with her tongue, then swirling around the clit, sucking it in as it grew more and more swollen. Hearing Claudette's breathing quicken, she pushed two fingers inside the woman's cunt and began fucking her while drawing the swollen bud deep into her mouth and sucking. Claudette let out a gasp, and began rocking her hips into Tricia's face. The slave increased her efforts and soon the woman was writhing out of control on the couch, crying out in her pleasure.

Dalton smiled. "Don't stop, wench. Keep her there as long as you can." Then he turned to face his son. "It does it's job well."

"Always does." Rob beamed. "Would you like to try it out next?"

Dalton grinned and glanced towards the door, where Marcus was just appearing. "Definitely, before the day is over. It's too bad Marcus' slave won't be joining us though. My cock would love a piece of that one after seeing her mounted by that big dog."

Rob exchanged glances with Marcus, who's expression showed nothing abnormal. Instead, Marcus pulled up a chair and took in the sight of Tricia on her knees, and Claudette still convulsing under the slave's mouth. His mind wasn't on the scene however, but rather on Dalton's comment.