Free GOOD BREEDING by Katherine Forbes

need at such gatherings. But do not upset yourself Clara, I feel you are quite ready now to face whatever men may desire of you.”
    In truth Clara did not feel in the slightest upset. Mention of whipping posts and erotic, sexual torture did no more than ignite the fires at her loins that Adam himself was so frequently the beneficiary of nowadays . She felt a moistness between her thighs as she walked farther and farther from the house until at last they turned a corner in the paved path they had been following and stood in front of a small wooden door in a stone wall.
    “And you say that Lady Isabelle and Sir Archibald have one of these ?” she enquired as they waited for their knock to be answered. Adam confirmed it.
    “Then why have I not seen it yet?”
    “Patience, Clara,” he scolded gently. “On our return I will take you there.”
    The door was opened by a half cast servant who could have been Dorca’s sister and once the party was inside, the women straightaway set about getting down to corsets and stockings. It had almost become second nature to Clara now and she was hardly aware of being half naked any more. But as this was a hot afternoon, they were allowed to retain parasols, and to Clara this lent a strange air to proceedings. The women paraded and cha tted on their men’s arms as if fully clothed and hel d their parasols aloft, exchanging small talk about their various households while their menfolk exchanged small talk about the range and variety of breasts, buttocks, legs and cunts on offer. None of the men exhibited any qualms about blatantly handling the women and Clara found she was frequently the recip ient of interested fondling. It s sheer casualness was intensely erotic to her. Apart from the amount of naked female flesh on view the fact that each woman had a broad leather collar about her neck and from this a leash ran to her master’s hand , would have told a casual observer that more was afoot than mere social intercourse. Clara couldn’t take her eyes off the loop of leather that Adam kept so loosely wound round his hand. The admiring male comments about her length of leg and the way her breasts mounded up so invitingly in the quarter cups of her corset, passed her by. What she was waiting for in mingled fear and excitement was the moment when he would hand it to another man and she would have to go with a complete stranger and have done to her whatever he wanted. As she and Phyllis had struggled out of their clothes they had both taken in the range of frames and posts dotted around the garden. Phyllis had seemed quite excited, Dorca had been calm and Isabelle had seemed almost ecstatic.
    Adam and Archie strolled through the throng, courteously handing their women glasses of cool fruit juice from the stone pantries back at the house and now and again Clara and Isabelle’s eyes met. Isabelle made it clear she was itching to get started.
    But at last a man in the centre of the garden banged on a table for quiet and Adam told Clara it was their host.
    “Gentlemen!” Hugh Lan don boomed. “Thank you for gracing our humble dwelling today, I won’t keep you from the main business of the day, just recap on a few rules for any newcomers amongst us. There are no restrictions on the use of any woman present . Please be amenable to sharing any woman you are using and if blood is drawn please try to find her owner and get permission before carrying on any torture. That’s all! I now declare the garden party open and would ask you to gather round for my good friend Doctor Osgood’s demonstration to whet your appetite!”
    Adam took closer hold of Clara’s leash and pushed forwards until they saw a be-spectacled man standing before a leather covered phallus which was mounted on top of a pole stuck into the grass. At the front of the pole and just below the phallus a narrow wooden platf orm stuck out and Clara noticed it had some rather odd stains on it.
    “H ugh has asked me to illustrate the