Free Perfect Slave by Becky Bell Page A

people, a man and a woman. Both the men were wearing black tie and evening dress while the woman, a bleached-blonde in her early forties, wore a slinky white silk dress with spaghetti straps. The front of the dress was decorated with little glass beads, and the woman wore a heavy gold necklace.
    â€˜Good evening, my dear,’ Hawksworth said. ‘I hope you had a pleasant trip. I’m sorry I could not be there to greet you personally, but as you see I have guests.’ Those deep-blue eyes held Andrea’s for a moment. Every time she saw him again she was astonished at how powerful their effect was. She was shocked by the presence of the two strangers, but excited by them too. It was another demonstration, like the clothes she’d been made to wear, and the make-up, that it no longer mattered what she thought or wanted. She had gifted all that to her master.
    â€˜Come closer,’ Hawksworth said. ‘You may leave her with us, Laurie.’
    Laurie unclipped the leash from the collar and left the room without a word.
    â€˜What do you think, Donald?’
    â€˜Astonishing,’ the other man said. He was short and chubby with a receding hairline and a small button nose. His eyes were riveted to Andrea’s chest. ‘I don’t know how you find them, Charles.’
    â€˜I told you old chap, it’s an instinct. There’s a submissive streak in a lot of women.’
    â€˜Not in me,’ the woman said at once. ‘No man’s ever going to truss me up like a chicken.’ Her accent was American.
    â€˜But you enjoy being dominant, Erica. Isn’t that so?’
    â€˜I like dishing it out, yah.’
    â€˜In a sense, I think that is a very similar impulse.’
    â€˜If you don’t mind me saying so, Charles, that’s bullshit.’
    â€˜A lot of people say that sadism and masochism are just different sides of the same coin.’
    â€˜Well you’re not going to get me on the other side.’
    â€˜Where did you find this one?’ Donald asked.
    â€˜She works for Silverton.’ There were cups of coffee and large brandy balloons in front of each of them. Hawksworth picked up his glass and swallowed a sip of brandy.
    â€˜May I touch?’
    â€˜Of course.’
    â€˜You lay a finger on her and I’ll cut it off,’ Erica snapped. She got to her feet. ‘I do all the touching for both of us.’ She came up behind Andrea, her silk dress brushing her back. Her hand caressed Andrea’s buttocks. ‘Nice tight butt,’ she said. Her arms wrapped around Andrea’s body and she circled her nipples with her palms. ‘What are you going to do with her?’
    â€˜The usual training.’
    â€˜And then?’
    â€˜That’s up to her.’
    â€˜If she’s going into the System we’d be interested, wouldn’t we, Donald?’
    â€˜Certainly.’
    Andrea didn’t understand what they were talking about. Once again all her expectations had been dashed. She’d expected Charles Hawksworth to be alone. She’d imagined he would want to take her up to his bedroom and fuck her for the first time, though she was sure the sex would be far from conventional. But she hadn’t expected this.
    â€˜God, she’s making me horny,’ Donald said. ‘Just look at those tits.’
    â€˜He always was a tit man,’ Erica said. She pinched Andrea’s hard nipples between the thumb and forefinger of both hands, then lifted her breasts by them, until the flesh was stretched taut. Andrea moaned.
    â€˜Would you like to see more?’
    â€˜More?’ Donald asked.
    Charles got to his feet. He crossed the room and pressed a button in a console panel of wood near the kitchen door. Immediately the panel slid back to reveal a large television and a CD player. Charles touched two more buttons on the console and the television screen came to life.
    Andrea saw the picture resolved into a shot of a