Further Adventures ~ Pt 4

"I was just telling Rob how much I enjoyed the view there." Dalton said to Marcus, pointing towards the kennel window. "Would love to see that again."

"Perhaps you'd like to see Tricia in action?" Rob asked his father. "She hasn't been to the kennels yet today, and we have plenty of dogs to be serviced."

Dalton's face showed an expression of sheer delight. "That must be quite the entertainment, the two of them with the dogs, until every dog is satisfied." He glanced at Claudette. "Yes, I think we need to get us one of them beasts."

Claudette blushed visibly, and lowered her eyes. She sat naked from the waist down, knees spread, her freshly eaten cunt in full view of everyone in the room. Rob was certain that the red tinge to her face had a lot to do with his presence, but the master in him couldn't allow himself to feel sorry for her. She'd been his father's slave for years before they had married. She'd known exactly what to expect before she officially joined the family. Her being humiliated openly in front of Rob was no different than Molly serving him directly. Instead, he gave her a slight grin and she blushed even more and averted her eyes from him.


"Well, if this slave has served it's purpose to your liking for the moment, I'm sure the dogs wouldn't mind making use of her." Rob announced. "We could all move over to the window and enjoy the view."

Dalton nodded quickly. "I'd like that!" He said.

As Rob instructed Tricia to go to the kennel, Dalton turned his gaze intently on Marcus. "Are you sure your slave can't join us?"

Marcus shook his head. "I'm afraid not."

"Pity." Dalton held his gaze. "I liked what little I saw."

Marcus said nothing for a while, but he wondered just how much Dalton had seen. King was a big dog. He was certain Molly's face had been hidden enough that she couldn't be recognized. Still, he wondered. On the other hand, if he had recognized her, and was still requesting that she be brought out, perhaps that was a good sign? A sign that the fact that his daughter was Marcus' slave was not going to bother him one little bit.

"There was something about seeing that powerful animal pumping his cum inside the submissive under him that... well, simply made me want to be him... or at least, made me want to be next after he was done." He grinned and winked at Marcus.

"Like I said, my slave is undergoing some training today, and it would not do to interrupt that. She won't be joining us." Marcus said, holding Dalton's gaze.

"Fair enough." The man nodded. "What sort of training?"

Marcus grumbled under his breath. He had hoped that explanation would be enough. Now he had to think quick to provide an answer to the question.

Marcus frowned and glanced at Rob. "Perhaps we can discuss it further once you've made yourselves comfortable next to the kennel windows? I have to check on something, if you will excuse us for a minute." He said, then led Rob out of the room.

"Damn, I can't seem to deter him. You realize, if he weren't your father, I'd be none too polite about telling him to mind his own business."

Rob nodded. Marcus was master of his own decisions. Rob had never seen him bow to the pressures of any other man. He had respect for the parental connection between Dalton and Rob, however, and it was throwing him off balance.

"However..." he narrowed his eyes and looked at Rob closely. "... you do know, don't you, that if he wasn't Molly's father, I wouldn't even be having this discussion. She'd be out there serving him just like anyone else."

"I know that too, Marcus." Rob glanced at the doorway through which he could see his father leaning towards the kennel window with a smile on his face. "She's a slave, afterall...your slave, and you've never backed down on that for anyone. "

Macus frowned. "Would it bother you if I let him fuck her?" he asked Rob

Rob was silent for a moment before he spoke. "She's a fuckslave Marcus. It's what she does, it's what she is. I know that, and she knows that. If she wasn't, she wouldn't be here."

Marcus nodded. "You know the man... would it bother her?"

That was another question all together, Rob realized, but he felt there was another question still un-asked. "More important, I think, is the question, would it bother you to make her fuck her father."

Marcus narrowed his eyes. He remembered the day when Molly first showed up at his door, when he had tested her by telling her that if she chose to become his slave, she would have to fuck anyone he told her to, even if that meant her own father. It had been something he had never thought would ever come up, but she had agreed without hesitation, securing her place as his submissive. "No it wouldn't. Not... not if I knew it wouldn't cross the line and cause some emotional problems for her, or long term friction between them."

"What if she didn't know it was him?" Rob asked. When Marcus eyed him curiously, he went on. "If Molly didn't know it was Dad she was serving, would it bother you to see her do it?"

"No." Marcus admitted. "I have to admit, since he's been in the house, the idea has become more and more appealing to me."

Rob nodded. "Then why not make it so neither one of them knows who they each are?"

Marcus smiled. He thought he knew just what Rob was getting at, and he rather liked the idea. He glanced back into the room where Dalton was telling Claudette that they would get a large dog as soon as they returned home.

"Well now, Dalton," Marcus said, smiling, as he returned to seat himself beside the window with his guests. "where were we? Oh yes, my slave's training." Dalton nodded, quite eager to hear what Marcus had to say, but admittedly not wanting to remove his eyes from Tricia and Brutus either.

"Sensory training," Marcus stated. "is where the slave is forced to use only one of the senses. Today, my slave is working on touch alone. It's very important to heighten the sense of touch in a slave, to help them better appreciate the sting of the whip." Marcus narrowed his eyes as he watched their guest. Dalton showed no signs of distaste. Instead, he nodded.

"Absolutely." He agreed. "How do you go about this training? I would really like to see how this is done." He glanced at Claudette and smiled. "I like to try new things with mine."

"The senses are de-activated by way of a special hood. Sight, hearing, smell, and taste are not allowed, only touch." Marcus frowned slightly. "Perhaps..." he eyes Dalton thoughtfully. "...perhaps I could bring her out to display the device."

Dalton looked so pleased Marcus almost laughed, as he stood up and left the room to prepare Molly. She'd worn the hood before, so it was not unusual for her. She sat calmly as Marcus fitted it over her face and head. First, he inserted a tiny speaker in her ear, then earplugs so that she could hear nothing except when Marcus chose to speak to her. Her eyes were covered with a blindfold, then the hood was put in place. the nose-piece fitted closely, allowing her to smell nothing but the leather of the hood. He made certain all of her hair was hidden under the hood, and fastened it snuggly around her. Over her mouth, a gauze mesh allowed her to breath, but she had been instructed to make no sounds at all.

When he was satisfied that her identity was secure, concentrated on her appearance, attaching decorative rings to the studs through her nipples, and a chain draped from one to the other. Then he took hold of that chain and led her into the other room, where he would deliver her to her father.