S/M Dreams

Anne brought her hand up and slid a pesky tendril of red hair out of her face as she laid out
the wares her family had brought to the market to sell that day. Every item had its place on the
worn, scarred wooden market table; blankets folded neatly on the left, delicately woven
women's blouses and skirts in the center, men's work shirts and pants on the right. 

The most predominant colors were varying shades of grey, just like those worn by the rest of
the vendors in the market, but the occasional swatch of brown could be seen, available in case
a member of a higher caste chose to make an appearance. 

"Anne, dear…" her mother said a bit too briskly behind her, busy at her loom with last a
minute order. "Set the brown clothing out on the left today, in a pile of its own. And make sure
it's folded neatly, you hear? I heard it said Mistress Silva Marie was going to coming through
today and I want to make sure she sees what we have available." 

Anne turned to her, nodding quickly and sweeping her vixen's tail to one side and bending to
the task, "Yes mother…" It was a rarity that one of the higher castes would come to the
market themselves, but her mother had never made special allowances for them before. 

Passing her pawss over one of the exquisitely rendered brown blouses, she turned back to her
mother with a curious glance. "Mother…" 

Her mother didn't look up. Her expression instead became suddenly absorbed, her fingers
flying over the loom with renewed vigor. 

Anne sighed softly to herself and turned back to preparing their table. It probably wasn't that
important anyway… 

Her older brother interrupted her a few moments later, flying into the tent, his white on russet
fur all askew. She danced over to him, giggling at the sight of his very animated eyes and
muzzle. "She's coming! Mistress Silva Marie! Her carriage was spotted just over the rise!" he
yipped. 

Anne's brow furrowed as she watched her brother quickly groom his fur and re-arrange his
clothes, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement as he made himself look presentable. She
glanced down at her dress, the one her mother had insisted she wear this morning despite the
fact it was to be saved for special occasions, then over at her mother. 

"Mother!" she cried, stamping one delicately booted foot. Her mother looked up at her, her
tufted ears splayed looking slightly guilty but her shoulders set in a firm line. 

"Dear, it's your best chance to get out of here. You know that… If you could just be
apprenticed to Mistress Silva Marie you wouldn't ever have to work at a loom again…" 

Anne folded her arms and turned her back stubbornly on her mother, jaw clenching. Her
brother scoffed behind her, "Mother, how do you know she wants a femme, huh? I'd like to
get out of here too, you know…" 

She heard her mother cluck her tongue, "Now now, Julian, you know I have high hopes for
you as well, but you know as well as I Mistress Silva Marie's tastes." 

Anne turned, looking at them over one shoulder. Silva Marie's tastes were very well known;
young femmes, just budding into adulthood. Young femmes exactly like Anne. "But mother…
I couldn't leave you, and father… And Julian!" she cried, hugging her brother impulsively. 

Julian grinned down at her, tweaking her little black nose, "Nothing to get worked up about,
little one. Just be that shy little femme you always are and Mistress Silva Marie probably won't
even see you, let alone notice you…" 

Anne giggled and batted his paw away, turning from him to finish with the clothes and linens.
He was right. She was shy, she always had been. Silva Marie would never notice her. She
heard her mother cluck her tongue behind her again, but this time ignored it. 



Silva Marie arrived in their square a short while after, replete in her opulent brown skirts and
bodice, her soft grey-furred shoulders left bare to the early autumn sun. Behind her trailed two
servants carrying her purchases; badger femmes, both wore simple dresses of grey and
brown. Anne recognized them as childhood playmates. 

Julian came up behind her, jostling her to one side so he could get the best spot to show
himself off to Silva Marie. Anne frowned, but for once gave in to her older brother without a
fight, slinking off to the back of the tent to check the remaining inventory. She didn't notice her
mother's ever-watchful eyes noting her reluctance to be anywhere near the market table. 

Anne heard Silva Marie before she saw her. The femme's thick, rich voice thrummed in a
silken purr. "Is this all you have for me to look at, today?" Her distaste was obvious. 

"Anne?" her mother called from the front of the tent. She cringed, having hoped she'd been
forgotten. 

"Yes, mother?" Anne replied in her smallest voice. 

"Get me that blouse you were working on the other night, the one with the sienna
embroidery…." 

"But I…" Anne began, then faltered. There was the blouse, sitting on top one of the fabric
bundles. "Yes mother…" She would have sworn she'd put it out with the others already…
Grabbing it, she moved to the front of the tent, keeping her eyes down and her shoulders
hunched. 

"Ah, that's a dear…" her mother said, relieving her of the blouse and handing it to Julian. He
unfolded it gingerly so Silva Marie could have a closer look. The femme leaned in with a
thoughtful, "Hmmmm," fingering the material, but her eyes were obviously on Anne. 

Anne nodded mutely to her mother and took a step back, meaning to disappear into the
depths of the tent again. Her mother's arm looped out around her slender shoulders, holding
her fast before Silva Marie's gaze. She could feel the femme's eyes on her, moving over her
body, peering at her in a way no man or woman ever had. 

"I'll take her," Silva Marie purred. Her mother nodded in response, a wide sharp-toothed
smile cracking her lips. Anne realized belatedly that the blouse had never been the subject of
interest at all--she had just been chosen. 

Silva Marie smiled at Anne's mother, Julian, and Anne in turn, then nodded to her servants
and moved on to the next market stall. Her servants nodded, dropping swift curtseys one after
the other, and remained behind. 

Anne turned to her mother once she knew Silva Marie was out of ear and eye shot, the shock
obvious on her face. "Mother!? What did you just do?" 

Her mother positively beamed at her, taking her by the shoulders and kissing each cheek,
nuzzling her nose affectionately. "Oh Anne, this is your big chance! You're so fresh and
innocent, Mistress Silva Marie is bound to be taken with you… You can only hope she'll do
you the great honor of taking you on as an apprentice, dear, and make your mother proud." 

Anne's mouth worked, but no words came forth. There was nothing to say. Her mother
hugged her tightly, then bustled to the back of the tent. She sighed and dropped her gaze as
tears made her bright blue eyes shimmer. 

Julian lifted her chin on a finger and grinned rakishly at her. "Don't be down, little one. You'll
see us again, and hopefully then you'll be wearing the apprentice's brown and grey. Or
maybe… Maybe even brown!" 

Anne giggled, tears darkening the fur at her cheeks, and moved into Julian's arms as he
reached out to hug her tightly. "I'll miss you. Don't forget about us…" he whispered in her ear,
"And I'm awful proud of you even if you do come back wearing the grey you left in." 

She pulled back and smiled at him, then turned as her mother came up again, carrying a small
bundle—her clothes and personal items from the house. Anne shook her head in disbelief,
smiling at her mother despite herself, "Mother, I can't believe you sometimes," she said, taking
the bundle and tucking it under one arm. 

Her mother pulled Anne into her arms and hugged her tightly, then let her go, putting on a
strong expression. "You go, now, no use for long good bye's. There'll always be a place for
you here, my lovely little vixen. Don't you forget that." 

Anne nodded, tears springing to her eyes again, then turned and walked out of the tent. Silva
Marie's servants stood there waiting for her, cordial smiles on their lips, their beady black eyes
unreadable. One took her bundle, adding it to the rest of their burdens, and then they moved
on in the direction Silva Marie had walked just moments before. 

She waved to her mother and Julian who were standing just outside the family tent's eave,
watching her. They waved back, and Anne could see the shimmer of tears in her mother's blue
eyes. Setting her shoulders and her sights on the future, she smiled, then turned and walked
after the servants. 



The ride to Silva Marie's estate proved to be a bumpy but interesting one. Rolling pastures
passed by Anne on either side as she sat beside the woman in the carriage, her two servants
sitting across from them. It was difficult to sit comfortably next to Silva Marie, who sat so
rigidly beside her, posture perfect, her long feline tail-tip flicking now and then. Her fur smelled
of sweet, exotic perfumes. 

Anne didn't want to say the wrong thing, or move the wrong way, or even breath incorrectly,
so she spent much of the ride staring out the window at the scenery. The clopclop of the black
non-anthro horse's hooves became a dulling rhythm after a time, calming her nerves. 

The carriage pulled up before Silva Marie's house. Her servants left it immediately, joining the
others streaming from the house in helping to unload the back of Anne's possessions and the
various market items. Vixens, badgers, felines—almost all femmes. 

Silva Marie gave Anne a cordial nod, then stepped from the carriage and went into the house,
leaving her bewildered and alone. She sat there for a moment, looking around at the servants
swarming about, then left the carriage herself. 

Her paws wrung with nervous tension as she stared up at the two story house, all its windows
lit to the fading day, its walls strung with tendrils of climbing ivy. She felt a nudge at one elbow
and turned to see a faintly familiar looking wolf girl dressed in the browns and greys of an
apprentice; a maid. "Anne… I knew I would see you here one day," she said, grinning. 

Anne blinked a few times, staring at the femme's grey eyes, the turn of her mouth. Was it…
"Emily…? Is that you?" she asked, peering in disbelief. It had been years since her friend had
disappeared… 

The girl giggled and nodded, clasping her paws before her mouth and smiling. "The same,"
Emily said. 

Anne laughed in surprise, hugging Emily tightly to her and then releasing her. She held her at
arm's length and looked her over, finding that her friend was no longer a girl. 

Emily's curly, golden-brown hair curled into an unruly bun, several free locks straying over her
dark grey-furred shoulders and framing her face. Her pert, cute, muzzle remained the same, as
did her dark grey eyes, but her body had bloomed into womanhood since she had been gone.
The cut of her dress enhanced this, showing it off. 

The femme grinned at her, noticing her inspection. "Yes, I'm a woman now, have been for a
year or two. I grew up here, under the care of Mistress Silva Marie. She came to my family's
house one day and asked for me, and I've been here ever since," she said. She turned, leading
Anne into the house, "Come, let me show you the house!" 



Anne looked around, her eyes wide, her tail curled protectively down around one leg. She'd
worn the look perpetually as Emily showed her around Silva Marie's house, first showing her
to her own quarters and then familiarizing her with all the rooms. They had come to the bathing
room, lit by a dozen fat wax candles, its wooden floor warm under her footpads. 

"Everything is so beautiful… So lavish," Anne breathed, taking in the stack of robes and
towels on an ornately carved shelf, the hanging planters of ivy, the large bath itself in the center
of the room. 

Emily nodded to her, taking a few towels and setting them to one side, preparing for a bath.
"Isn't it, though?" she said, paws moving to the carved bone buttons of her dress and
unfastening them. "This is nothing, though… Wait 'til you see the houses of the Blues, or the
Greens." Her voice rang with solemn awe as she pulled her dress up over her head and folded
it neatly, placing it on the shelf. 

Anne watched, a bit taken aback by her friend's ease at disrobing in front of her. "You've seen
the mansions, then?" she asked, following suit, if with more reluctance, slowly unbuttoning her
own dress and sliding out of it. 

Her eyes wandered again to her friend's body, and she found herself making comparisons.
Her own body, though slim, still carried a fair amount of baby fat. She had a soft look, where
Emily's body appeared more angular, sharp in contrast. Emily's breasts were smaller as well,
the nipples darker and more noticible through her white tummy fur than Anne's, which were a
delicate pink in color. 

Anne's hips rounded with subtlety into her long legs, pert behind and luxuriant plume of a tail,
where Emily's figure lended itself more to an hour-glass shape, her hips flaring widely from a
prim little waist, her tail slender and curling. Emily's grey-white coat made her appealing in a
soft, blending way, whereas Anne's stark russet red and white fur made her stand out all the
more. 

Emily nodded to Anne as she walked over to her and slid her paw around her upper arm. "Oh
yes, I have… They're beautiful, much more so than here. The mansions belonging to the
members of the Green caste make Mistress Silva Marie's house pale in comparison," she said
solemnly, noting Anne's gaze as she led her over to the bath. "I have yet to ever see a castle of
one of the Reds, but I have hope," she added, grinning. 

Anne nodded to her absently, her eyes remaining captured by her friend's body. The way she
moved fascinated her; the feminine, almost felilne grace and beauty with which Emily filled
every simple motion had to have been taught to her by Silva Marie. 

Emily laughed suddenly, grabbing Anne's attention. "Girl, you act as if you've never seen a
naked femme before," she said, guiding her over to the bath and gesturing for her to step in. 

Anne blushed fiercely, dropping her gaze and dutifully stepping into the water. Its warmth
surprised her, as did the wonderfully scented steam rising up from its surface, curling about her
body and darkening her fur. She curled her legs beneath her and settled into a sitting position,
letting her head lay back against the side of the bath. "Oh this is wonderful…" she breathed,
leaving Emily's statement unanswered. 

Her friend slid in next to her, very close. "Isn't it, though..?" she whispered softly, leaning over
Anne to retrieve a little blown-glass bottle of soap. Anne's breath caught in her throat as
Emily's body brushed against hers, her fur equally dark, warm and wet. 

Emily grinned over at her as she straightened again, setting the bottle on the lip of the bath and
picking up a ceramic urn Anne set at its edge. Warm water poured over her head as Emily
tipped the urn, sluicing down over her body and wetting her long red hair to the roots. 

Emily set the urn to one side and took up the bottle of soap again, removing the stopper.
Pouring a small amount of the fragrant liquid into the palm of her paw, she slid in behind Anne
and began to wash her hair. 

Anne sighed with pleasure as she felt her friend's knowledgeable fingers work the soap into a
lather. She hadn't had her hair washed since she was a little girl, and then it was with the lard
soaps her family bought in the market. This soap smelled of flowers and made her scalp tingle.


As Emily worked, Anne came to realize that her friend's legs were spread wide behind her,
curled around her hips and tail keeping her in place. The sensation made her suddenly feel
flush. She bit her lower lip, nervous, feeling a sudden need to speak. 

"I-I can't even imagine what they would look like… The mansions, I mean… Emily. This…"
she stammered, lowering her eyes to the water only to see her friend's legs clasped gently
around her own, "This house is more than I ever expected to see, really…" she said in a small
voice, trailing off. 

Emily snorted at her, "Oh Anne… You never did realize how beautiful you were. How
beautiful you are," she said, tenderly caressing the soapy fingers of one paw over her cheek
ruffs while the other continued to wash her hair. 

Anne paused for a moment, caught between the urge to press into her friend's paw and to pull
away from it. Filled with indecision, she settled upon giving it a little nuzzle and then turning her
head, brushing imaginary soap out of her eyes. 

"I never thought so, Emily, but… I'm here," she answered softly, very aware of Emily's body
behind her, nervous but wanting to be touched again. 

Emily chuckled softly, lifting the urn and pouring warm water over her hair again, rinsing out
the soap. Anne flattened her velvety ears and tipped her head back to keep the water from
going into her eyes, giggling unexpectedly. "Watch it, Emily!" 

Her friend giggled in response, but continued with greater care, gently squeezing out Anne's
hair and then washing it again. She shifted, her breasts pressing heavily against Anne's back,
hard nipples barely noticible jutting out from her downy chest-fur. Anne grew quiet, closing
her eyes and just experience the new sensations. 

Emily appeared to sense her change in mood and became quiet as well, gently rinsing out
Anne's hair and then curling it up into a make-shift bun. She shifted again, moving through the
warm water until she settled in front of Anne. "Anne…" she said softly. 

Anne opened her eyes and looked over at Emily, flush heightening. She bit her lower lip and
looked into the water. "Emily…" 

Emily drew in closer, moving until she sat half in, half out of Anne's lap, her legs clasped
loosely around her hips. Anne looked up, watching, not stopping her friend but unsure what
she should do. 

Smiling, Emily turned and pulled a sea sponge from the little niche from which the bottle of
soap had come. Anne grinned at her, "We used to see those being unloaded from the ships in
the harbor," she said, taking the sponge from Emily and looking it over curiously as her friend
poured more soap into the palm of one paw. 

"Yes. Now we know where it goes," she said, grinning and reaching for the sponge again. She
squeezed it, filling it with water, then worked the soap in until she had a good lather. 

Anne watched her, noting the delicate silver highlights the candles lent to Emily's grey fur and
hair, unruly tendrils escaping from her bun to curl about her neck and shoulders. "You're
beautiful…" she whispered, taken aback as the words fell from her lips. 

Emily smiled at her tenderly, allaying her fears. She settled the sponge upon one of her
shoulders and began to slowly wash her. "As are you, my friend, even more beautiful than I,"
she whispered softly in response. 

Anne shook her head in denial, then surprised herself by reaching out to delicately brush her
fingers over Emily's muzzle, the slope of her neck. Emily smiled at her, moving the sponge in
such a way as to not impede Anne's explorations. Anne giggled nervously as she trailed her
fingers down over her friend's breast, rubbing her thumb over one of the hard nipples and then
hefting the breast, feeling its weight. 

Emily gasped softly in response, her thighs going taut momentarily around Anne's hips, her
ears laying back, the sponge pausing. Anne looked up at her, surprised at the intensity of the
reaction, and dropped her paw. 

Giving a shudder, Emily reached for Anne's paw, shaking her head with an encouraging smile,
"No, it's okay. I liked it…" she said softly, returning her paw to her breast, "Don't stop…" 

Anne grinned a bit, embarrassed but encouraged, and began to caress over Emily's breast
again. She let her fingers trail, teasing her nipples and the area around them, exploring as her
friend made soft, growling, pleasureful noises and resumed sponging down over her arms and
sides. 

Emily paused as her washing led her naturally to Anne's own breasts. Anne looked up at her
friend, grinned a bit, then dropped her paws and leaned back against the side of the bath.
Emily grinned at her in return and began to lightly circle Anne's breast with the sponge. 

Anne giggled as her friend teased her, brushing by her hardened nipples but never touching
them directly. She began to squirm, her heavy, water-logged tail breaking the surface, trying to
get Emily's sponge to go where she wanted it to by moving her body. 

Emily giggled, making a game of it, teasing Anne until she looked about ready to burst and
then relenting, roughly drawing the sponge directly over her nipples. 

Anne gasped and became perfectly still, ears laying flat again, eyes flying wide at the bolts of
pleasure searing through her. She had never felt something so pleasurable in all her life, and it
was evident on her face. 

Giving a slow smile, Emily shifted until her thighs settled around Anne's waist, the curve of her
mound pressing to her own. Her hard nipples raked across Anne's, sending new shocks into
her body. She brought her arms up around Anne's neck and pressed against her, drawing her
paws downward to lightly wash her back as her cheek caressed to hers. 

Anne made a soft sound of surprise, remaining still, just experiencing the feel of Emily pressed
against her, the warm water lapping around both their wet bodies as the sponge washed over
her back. "Oh Emily…" she breathed, resting her forehead upon her friend's damp-furred
shoulder and closing her eyes, tentatively bringing her arms around in a half hug, half
passionate embrace. 

The sponge dropped into the water behind Anne with a small splash, surprising her. She lifted
her head, opening her eyes to find Emily staring back at her, her own gaze smoldering. Emily's
paws came up, cupping Anne's muzzle and tilting her chin slightly, and then she kissed her,
gently at first but with growing passion. 

Anne yipped softly in response, pressing back against Emily, her own paws caressing over her
friend's face and hair. Emily growled and pressed her lips hard against Anne's, fiercely
passionate, her body grinding. And then suddenly she was pulling back, shaking her head and
moving out of Anne's lap. 

Anne felt empty, the absence of her friend's body against hers painfully apparent. She stared
at Emily, shaking her head in confusion, "What… I-I'm sorry, did I do something wrong,
Emily?" she asked. 

Emily shook her head quickly, laughing an empty laugh and smoothing her hair back. "No, no
of course not, Anne. I just…" she looked up at Anne, appearing unsure of herself for the first
time that night. "You're just so beautiful, and…" She sighed and shook her head again, looking
away. "It would be a great disservice of me if I were to deny our Mistress, Silva Marie, of the
pleasure of being your first," she said softly. 

Anne's mouth dropped open, then slowly closed again. She nodded slowly in understanding.
She knew she had been brought to Silva Marie's house as an amusement; a toy, an intelligent
little pet that, if pleasing enough, might be allowed to become an apprentice. It was her very
innocence that Silva Marie would find most appealing. She nodded to Emily, biting her lower
lip. "I know you're right, Emily, but…" she said softly, giving a nervous laugh. 

Emily grinned back at her, then giggled, "But it felt so good…" she finished. 

Anne nodded, grinning. "Yeah," she said softly, "I never knew that… Well, you know…" 

Still grinning, Emily nodded, fishing the sponge out from behind her and using it to sluice away
the remaining soap from Anne's body. "I know, it was like that for me, too. Well, later,
anyway…" she added softly. 

Anne tried to catch Emily's eye, but found her friend absorbed. "Later?" she asked. 

Emily nodded silently, returning the sponge and bottle of soap to their holder. "Yeah…
Mistress Silva Marie, she, well… You'll find out for yourself. You may come to like it…
Some do," she said, standing and moving to the edge of the tub. She got out, then turned and
held out her paw for Anne. 

"Either way," she continued as Anne gave her a probing look and then stepped from the tub,
"This is a wonderful opportunity for you. You shouldn't worry, Mistress Silva Marie never
permanently marks her chosen ones, as unpromising as they may be. And being unpromising,
my friend, isn't something you'll ever have to worry about either." 

Anne grimaced a bit at that, "You're not very encouraging…" she said, lifting her arms as
Emily unfolded a large towel and wrapped it around her middle, briskly rubbing her dry and
then tending to herself. 

"Well, I try. I'm sorry, I've just been here so long, and I've tried so hard. Some day, though,
Mistress promised. Some day, if I'm good enough, I'll be a Brown." Emily's grey eyes
gleamed as she spoke, taking down Anne's hair to allow it to dry. 

Anne nodded slowly, shaking out her hair and then sliding her paw into Emily's offered one. 

"Come, we need to get you ready. Mistress Silva Marie asked me to prepare you and then
send you to her chambers. She'll be waiting," Emily said. 

Breath catching in her throat, Anne nodded again and sat in the chair Emily guided her to.
Fragrant oils were applied to her paws and feet, her nails cut and filed to perfection. Emily
brushed out her hair with tender care, leaving it hanging naturally over her shoulders in lockes
that gleamed blood red in the candle light. 

Anne smiled at her bravely as Emily stood back and looked her over for anything she may
have missed. "Beautiful as an angel, you are…" she whispered, voice without the slightest hint
of teasing. 

Anne blushed in the face of it, grinning. Emily brushed out her hair a few last times and then
led her over to a door adjacent to the one they had come through. She squeezed Anne's paw
and smiled affectionately over at her, "Ready?" she whispered. 

Anne nodded, squeezing her friend's paw tightly. "Thank you, Emily. I'm ready," she
whispered. 

Emily smiled, leaning in to place a gentle kiss upon the corner of Anne's mouth, and then
knocked three times on Silva Marie's bedroom chamber's door. 

"You may enter…" came the purring, sultry voice of Silva Marie from the other side of the
door. Emily gave Anne a swift, encouraging smile and then slowly turned the knob and pushed
it open. 

"Anne, Mistress Silva Marie, bathed and prepared for you as you requested," Emily said,
casting her eyes subserviently downward, ears laying back slightly. 

Anne stepped tentatively through the door, drawing her still-damn plume of a tail off to one
side. Unable to pick out where Silva Marie's voice had originated from, she looked about the
room, eyes searching for somewhere to settle. Lit by a wide array of fat white candles and
blown glass oil lamps, the bathing room paled in comparison to this one; to describe it as
lavish would be an understatement. 

Gold gilded structural work, offset by the soft cream of the walls, spoke of a decadence
beyond Silva Marie's means. Red velvet couches and end tables rested upon carved feet on
dark, richly embroidered rugs. They were set here and there about the room, as if they existed
only to offset the large, gilded canopy bed set at its center. 

"Very good," Silva Marie replied, waving a paw at Emily, almost lost amidst the pillows and
blankets piled around her in the bed. "You may go." 

Emily nodded and withdrew without another word, slipping out through the bathing room door
and closing it behind her with a soft click. 

Matching red velvet draperies hung heavily from the large bed's canopy, obscuring Silva
Marie's presence and casting her into shadows. Anne waited nervously for a moment, unsure,
then crossed the room to the bed. She kept her eyes cast downward as Emily had done. Silva
Marie looked her over for quite some time before finally speaking, gesturing with one paw to
the heavy, red-velvet draperies shrouding the bed. 

"Pull back these draperies, girl, I want to get a better look at you." 

Anne jumped and hurried to do her bidding. At every turn, she could feel the femme's eyes
upon her, judging, and felt sure she knew of the burning arousal still resting between her legs.
Several thick gold-woven ropes hung from each poster of the canopy. Flushing hotly, she
used these to tie back the draperies at each of the four corners, fumbling with the heavy
material, then returned to her original position. 

She could see Silva Marie now, the intrigued disapproval written darkly upon her muzzle. The
femme lay like a queen amidst her pile of feather down pillows and blankets, propped up
against the headboard wearing a simple yet elegant dress of creamy brown silk. Anne
recognized the mark of her own stitching at the hem. 

Silva Marie followed her gaze, brow smoothing into a smile as she dropped her paw to the
hem, delicately tracing the embroidered flower vine there, "Yes, I felt it appropriate," she
purred, shifting her eyes back to Anne. "You caught my eye then, when I bought this," she
chuckled softly, "Though it was your mother that had to point you out. If I hadn't known
better, I would have thought you'd been hiding from me." 

Anne darkened to the roots of her meticulously brushed hair, biting her lower lip in
embarrassment, "I…" she began, but Silva Marie cut her off with the flick of a wrist. 

"Silence, girl…" she barked, the smile dissolving from her face. Silva Marie slid forward
briskly, drawing her legs over the side of the bed, drawing her tail out from under a blanket
and sitting up. The simple, form-clasping silk molded itself to her body in soft folds, revealing
much more than the ornate dress Anne had seen her in at first. 

"Come closer." 

Gnawing nervously upon her lower lip, painfully aware of her own nudity, Anne tentatively
moved closer to Silva Marie, clasping her paws behind her back. The woman's hands reached
out, looping up around the backs of her thighs and pulling her in close. Anne gasped softly in
surprise, thick plume of a tail flicking outward, the feel of Silva Marie's fingertips at her inner
thighs cool and impersonal. 

She looked away, trying to hide her confusion and shame, not understanding the jolt of
pleasure she felt at the femme's touch. How could Silva Marie, a femme she knew only by
hushed whisper, and not-so-hushed rumor, elicit such a reaction in her? 

Silva Marie chuckled softly, her tail flicking with amusement, immediately sensing her
discomfort and arousal, "My my, Emily did prepare you well, didn't she sweetness?" 

Anne remained silent, tears of embarrassment springing to her eyes, her ears laying flat back.
The burning between her legs only grew as she stood there fidgeting and felt Silva Marie's
gaze roving over her nude body, probing into her, seeking out her most intimate secrets. The
paws at her thighs mercifully lifted, and she felt a finger slide under her chin, tilting her head up
and forcing her to look up into the woman's eyes. 

Silva Marie smiled at her--a cold, crafty smile. "You're horribly embarrassed, aren't you, little
girl?" she purred, resting her paws upon Anne's stomach and then sliding them upward,
cupping her breasts. Anne gasped softly, fighting the fierce urge to step back, to tell this
woman she had no right to touch her in such a way. The truth of it, she realized, was that Silva
Marie had every right. Dropping her eyes, a single tear tracing its way down her smooth
cheek, she nodded to her Mistress. 

Silva Marie chuckled again, slowly bringing her thumbs about and dragging them over Anne's
nipples. She dragged them from left to right again and again, the flesh crinkling and growing
hard beneath the delicate fur as Anne squirmed and gasped. "Oh my! And you are enjoying it,
too, aren't you?! You wicked little girl!" Silva Marie purred, taunting her. 

Anne choked back a sob. It was true, she was enjoying it. Every pass of Silva Marie's thumbs
over her nipples sent a surge of pleasure curling down into her belly, warmly sinking into her
sex. She could feel herself growing wet, her own body betraying her. 

Drawing in a deep breath, she held it. The femme would just have to be happy with her
silence, she could manage nothing more; the embarrassment and shame was too great, making
her eyes burn. She chewed on her lower lip and closed them, unable to face her. 

A sudden, sharp smack at her breast made her cry out, the pain blossoming with bright, warm
pleasure into her skin. Her eyes flew open, and she stared into Silva Marie's disapproval,
"You answer me when I ask you a question, girl!" She smacked the other breast in turn, sharp
pain catching Anne right at the nipple. Erect and increasingly sensitive, the hard pebble of flesh
throbbed with a pulse that matched that between her legs. 

"N-no!" Anne sobbed, shaking her head, twin tracks staining her cheeks. 

"No?" Silva Marie said incredulously. "NO? You misbehave and now you lie to me? What an
impudent girl you are! Impudent, wicked little girl!" 

Slaps rang out, making Anne's breasts sway heavily, bobbing from left to right under Silva
Marie's anger. 

Anne writhed, pressing her legs tightly together and curling her tail down around them, fresh
tears breaking free and rolling down her cheeks. The shame at being used like this was bad
enough, but the fact that she really was enjoying it was just too much for her to bear. To
actually admit to that fact would be like breathing life into it, making it true. She shook her
head in denial, crying openly. 

Silva Marie twisted both her nipples cruelly, making her sob with fresh tears, her body
shaking. "Answer me!" 

And still the pleasure remained, hungrily coiled between her legs, growing more and more
insistent with each passing moment. "No!" The painful warmth pulsed thickly in her nipples and
spread lazily to the rest of her body, making her a liar. She sobbed, realizing her fight was not
with Silva Marie but with her own body. The woman was pitting her against herself, and Anne
was losing. 

The femme chuckled; a dark, cruel sound. Anne opened her red rimmed eyes, gazing into
Silva Marie's twisted, flushed face. She discovered the femme was enjoying this a great deal
more than she'd first thought. Silva Marie's breath came in fast little pants, and her eyes
sparkled with a deep, feral need. 

It wasn't playing with her body she found so appealing, however, Anne realized as she stared
into her eyes. It was Anne's own shame and embarrassment she was enjoying so much,
feeding off it like a hungry animal. 

Silva Marie blinked, once, obviously not used to such scrutiny from her own victims. She
hissed and pinched cruelly at Anne's nipples, making her gasp for breath and drop her eyes.
"No, hmmmm? Why is it that I find this so hard to believe?" she purred, releasing them
suddenly. She cried out as blood rushed back into her nipples with thick pulses of pain. 

She lifted one paw to Anne's chin, forcing it up again. Anne's eyes met Silva Marie's, and
caught. The femme's other paw caressed tenderly down over her taut stomach, brushing over
her slender belly button and the curve of her hip, ruffing up her fur and taking her time. "Yes…
I find this very hard to believe, indeed. It's written all over your face, your body, don't you
know that?" 

Anne cringed, but dared not lift her chin from Silva Marie's fingers as her other paw tickled
over her mons and lower, brushing over the delicate fur about her sex. It felt so horribly good,
so wrong but so right as the smoldering fire of arousal between her legs suddenly flared, the
pleasure licking out over her entire body. She yipped softly, unable to stop herself. 

Silva Marie grinned at her discomfort, petting her with mind-numbing repetition, stroking over
her sex again and again in exactly the same way. "It's in your eyes… In your voice…" she
purred, curling her fingers forward and sliding them between the lips of Anne's sex, finding
them molten wet with desire. She pinched harshly at her lips, slickly rubbing them together and
making Anne gasp. "And especially here." 

She leaned in very close, so close Anne could feel her breath brushing over her lips. "Now tell
me again that this isn't making you hot. That you don't like it. That you don't want me to touch
you, to hurt you." 

Anne felt her mind groaning under the strain, balking at the lack of choices. To admit to it
would be to make it real, to give it power. But to not would mean a continuation of the
torture. She stared back into Silva Marie's eyes so close to hers and simply cried, unable to
speak at all. 

Silva Marie's lips curled into a cruel smile. She pinched once more at Anne's pussy lips,
catching her clit between. Anne moaned openly, legs trembling. "How delightful," Silva Marie
whispered to her, then stood all at once, her departing paws leaving Anne with a paradoxal
mix of feverish need and indescribable relief. 

The femme crossed the room and smoothly sat herself down upon one of the couches,
drawing her dress over her long, shapely legs and curling her tail beside her. "There is a silver
brush on the dresser," she said, gesturing to an ornately gilded dresser. "Bring it to me, and
then lay yourself over my knees. I am going to paddle you until your adorable little ass cheeks
glow red as the sun." 

Anne remained still for a moment, attempting to collect herself enough to walk across the
room. Silva Marie's attentions had left her breathless, mind a whirl of pained confusion. Her
nipples and sex throbbed with desire, the tickle of remaining pain enhancing her need. 

She moved, uncurling her tail from her legs and stiffly crossing the room to the dresser and
staring down at the brush. It was wrought into the shape of a curled dragon, its emerald-eyed
head resting at the end of the handle. Yet another cruelty of Silva Marie's design, asking her to
bring the implement of her own torture to her willingly. She reached out, fingers trembling, then
grabbed it. The brush felt cool under her fingertips, hard and unforgiving. 

Standing there for a moment, clasping the brush in both paws and bringing it to her breasts,
she bowed her head and closed her eyes. "Mother… Do it for mother…" she whispered to
herself. 

"Well?" Silva Marie snapped impatiently. 

Anne turned, her mind calmed slightly for the time being, and crossed the room to Silva Marie.
"I'm, I'm sorry, Mistress," she said softly, holding out the brush to her. 

The femme snatched it from her paws, "Be quicker next time." She then gestured to her lap.
Anne moved closer, a tremble settling into her body again as she stared at Silva Marie's lap.
The woman waited, then sighed, reaching out and hooking a paw around Anne's forearm and
pulling her forward. "Such an impudent little girl…" she said, tone dripping with. 

Anne fell over Silva Marie's lap, hissing softly as she felt her nipples drag over the cool silk of
her dress. The femme shifted and adjusted her until her rear lay perfectly centered in her lap.
Anne's paws brushed the floor, her feet as well, knees hovering above and upper thighs
pressed to Silva Marie's own. The position was oddly comfortable, but made her feel terribly
vulnerable. She curled her tail down to one side, letting it trail between Silva Marie's legs. 

She felt Silva Marie's paw come to rest upon one of her upturned ass cheeks, petting and
caressing, coming close to the pouting lips of her sex several times but never touching. This
torture, her utter vulnerability coupled with the inability to see anything more than the floor or
one of the couch's feet, was far more insidious than the previous. 

Without warning the flat end of the brush smacked sharply against one of her unprotected
buttocks, making her cry out with pain and surprise, her red hair flying to one side. She
clenched the muscles there tightly, shivering. 

"You do as I request, quickly, quietly and without question. You hear me?" Silva Marie said in
a darkly ominous tone, smacking her on the other cheek twice in quick succession. Anne
quickly realized that having the muscles clenched made the pain worse, but to keep them
relaxed was a whole new battle. 

"Y-yes, Silva Marie," she whimpered, screwing her eyes shut, laying her ears back and
concentrating on staying relaxed, concentrated on her buttocks and the pain there. Stinging yet
warm, it seeped languidly into her body, setting her on fire. She gasped as she felt Silva
Marie's paw caressing again, delicately feeling out the welts as they rose, teasing over her
tailbase. 

The brush came down once more, catching Anne by total surprise. She tensed up, unable to
stop herself, and began to sob openly as Silva Marie rang several more blows down upon her
tender cheeks, each one more painful than the last. 

"Now…" Silva Marie purred and slowly, carefully laid the brush's cool, flat end upon her
burning flesh. She caressed Anne with it, rubbing the wrought silver into the welts as they rose
under her downy fur. Anne moaned softly in response, unable to stop herself, and shifted in
the femme's lap. 

Silva Marie chuckled softly at her, flipping the brush over and letting its thin hairs tickle over
the amazingly sensitized skin at her buttocks, brushing the soft fur. "Now tell me, and do not
think you can lie. I know you better than you know yourself, girl. Tell me… Do you like it?" 

Anne whimpered softly, tears threatening to spill from the corners of her eyes. She could feel
each little individual hair as it scraped over her burning skin. The hairs withdrew and several
more fierce slaps fell upon her buttocks, catching her just at the lower curve, the lower edge
of the brush licking at the lips of her sex. 

"Tell me!" Silva Marie screeched, "Do you like it?!" 

Anne sobbed, her tears falling unchecked upon the expensive rug beneath Silva Marie's feet.
She squirmed openly, dancing her hips. Silva Marie's paw came down at the center of her
back, pressing her down, keeping her there. Anne cried out desperately, unable to evade the
rise and fall of the silver brush. Paws curling into fists, she drew in a deep breath and then
shrieked, "Yes! Yes I love it!" 

Instantly the barrage ceased, the soft caress of cool silver taking its place. Silva Marie cooed,
purring at her in approval, "That's a good girl. My good little girl," she purred, dipping the long
end of the brush between her ass cheeks and then back. "You'll make a much better
apprentice than that girl Emily ever did. That that girl actually has hopes of making Brown
some day is beyond me," she murmured, lifting her paw from the center of Anne's back and
lowering it to her buttocks. 

Anne sobbed brokenly, her body shuddering with tears. Silva Marie's words filtered into her
mind only half-aware as the femme slid her paw down over her tortured flesh and teased at
the pouting lips of her sex. She felt herself shifted, her legs spread, and then those fingers
dipped lower. 

Silva Marie coo'd at her as she slid her fingers between her folds, seeking out the hard nubbin
of her clit and then rubbing it. "You'll be my favorite little pet, my toy. I'll set you above the
rest of my servants. That is, if you continue to prove worthy. Disappoint me and I'll send you
back to your mother so fast your head will spin, girl." 

Anne yipped, eyes flying wide at the intense pleasure flooding through her as Silva Marie
teased at her clitoris. Her hips bucked, brushing the welts at her ass against the silken material
of the femme's dress. Even that was sheer agony, making tears spring to her eyes even as her
hips writhed all the more. 

"My, you certainly are a wanton little thing. And your mother said you were a virgin," she
scoffed, sliding the brush softly between the cheeks of Anne's ass again, handle first this time.
She drew her fingers away from her clit, sliding them back to spread her pussy lips wide,
stretching the pink folds and revealing her slick, wet entrance to the handle of the brush. 

Squirming, Anne could only cry softly, being driven mad by Silva Marie's attentions. The
brush, her fingers, her dress underneath her and on the welts so painfully raised upon the
cheeks of her ass. The sensation of cool air brushing over her stretched lower lips. She
wanted all of it, needed more of it, burning with an intensity she didn't understand. 

Silva Marie slid the brush closer, letting the head of the silver dragon tease at her opening and
then slide inside, emerald eyes winking shut as they slid between Anne's dark pink folds. 

Anne shrieked as she felt the cool metal slide inside her, bucking her hips, paws forming into
claws and gripping at the couch's leg. Her toes scrabbled against the rug, legs spreading to the
brush. 

Her Mistress chuckled softly with delight, licking her lips and carefully keeping the brush from
slipping any farther inside despite Anne's bucking, squirming hips. She felt the thin barrier of
her virginity against the silver dragon's muzzle. Drawing her paw down to the center of her
back again, she pressed, holding Annw in place, a twisted grin upon her lips. "You're all mine
now, wicked little girl. All mine…" 

She punctuated her last words by shoving the brush forward, easily breaking through the thin
membrane within Anne. She drove the silver handle onward until the base crushed against
Anne's clit, riding hard up against it. 

Anne screamed as she felt herself torn from the inside out, the pain and pleasure as the brush
slammed through her and up against her clit driving her mad. She bucked her hips once and
then orgasmed, inner muscles clenching down around the silver dragon handle, her entire body
convulsing over Silva Marie's lap with previously unknown pleasure. 

The pleasure went on until Anne felt she could bear it no longer, then slowly tapered off,
leaving her body throbbing weakly. She moaned softly, draped heavily, coming to realize Silva
Marie was petting over her back and had been for some time. 

"That's my girl…" Silva Marie purred, gently caressing her as she withdrew the brush handle
from her folds, sliding it wetly from her sex. The curled dragon gleamed with a faint red cast,
emerald eyes appearing as dark rubies. She set the brush to the side and helped Anne to her
feet with a tenderness that seemed very odd after the fact. 

She stood and walked away from Anne, waving one dismissive paw over her shoulder. "Go,
bathe and sleep. I'll call for you again in the morning." 

Anne stood there on legs that trembled, feeling battered and bruised inside and out, yet
strangely satisfied as well. She managed a half curtsey to Silva Marie's turned back and then
shuffled to the door, her tail hanging limp. Slipping through, mind a haze of mixed feelings, she
went off in search of Emily. 



Unable to find her friend, Anne bathed herself in the light of the few remaining candles,
delicately washing between her legs and wincing at the tender welts raised hotly upon her
thighs and buttocks under the fur. 

Drying herself off as carefully as she could, her eyes fell upon a simple shift of grey set out for
her over the back of the bathing room's only chair. Next to it, a small jar with a lid. She smiled
softly to herself, setting the wet towel aside and slipping into the shift. Much softer than her old
clothes, she barely felt it as it settled over her painfully tender buttocks and thighs. 

She picked up the jar and, lifting its air-tight lid, sniffed inside. Her sensitive nose wrinkled at
the medicinal scent; numbing salve. Emily must have left it for her… Anne smiled to herself
and left the bathing room, numbing salve in paw, feeling much refreshed if still sore. 



Emily was waiting for Anne as she entered her new bedroom. The room Silva Marie had
chosen for her was sparse in comparison to the rest of the house, holding just a bed set in the
far corner and a little dresser upon which laid her small bundle of belongings and a single
guttering oil lamp. Her friend was sitting curled up upon the bed with an understanding,
sympathetic little smile upon her lips. "Anne…" 

Anne paused in the doorway, and as Emily spoke, she felt all the confusing emotions of the
night crashing in on her again. Her lower lip trembled, eyes growing liquid, ears laying flat, and
suddenly she was sobbing, quickly crossing the room to the bed. Emily met her with open
arms, enfolding her in a close embrace and softly petting her damp hair, shushing her, "Shhh,
it's all right, everything's all right friend." 

Crying, watching her hot tears darkening the brown and grey of Emily's tunic, Anne suddenly
remembered Silva's words… Emily's dreams would never come true, and she never even
knew it. 

She pulled back, eyes drying as she searched for Emily's grey gaze. Her friend continued to
stroke and pet her, pushing her hair back from her face and smiling comfortingly. "Emily…"
Anne began. 

"Shhh, Anne… You don't need to talk. Just lay down, let me rub this salve in and I promise
you'll feel much better," Emily said, pulling away from her and taking the jar of salve from her
paws. 

Anne looked up at Emily, at her friend's clear and honest face, then dropped her eyes and
nodded silently. Emily guided her down onto the soft bedspread, laying her down on her
stomach and then settling down on the edge of the bed. Anne sighed with relief and closed her
eyes, flipping her thick tail up out of the way as she felt her shift being folded up onto her back
and the first cool touch of the salve upon her angry red welts raised up under her fur. 

Emily smiled, very gently dabbing and then rubbing the salve in. "See? What did I tell you,"
she said, shifting down to her thighs. 

Anne smiled, then nodded, "Mm, yes, that feels wonderful, Emily…" she murmured groggily,
spreading her legs so her friend could reach her inner thighs. She didn't register the soft
warmth in her middle at first as Emily smoothed the cool white salve into the welts, but as her
friend's finger-tips brushed just barely over her sex she realized--she was becoming aroused
once more. 

She sat up suddenly, turning over and bowing her head at Emily's questioning gaze. Ears flat
back, she scooted up against the wall, wincing at the burn of her welts as they slid over the
bedspread. 

"Anne?" Emily asked with concern, closing the jar of salve and setting it on the dresser before
leaning in and placing her paw upon Anne's shoulder. Anne looked up at her, unable to keep
the guilty expression from her eyes. To her horror, Emily blinked, and then giggled at her. 

"You silly! You think you should be ashamed of your pleasure?" she asked, scooting over to
sit next to Anne against the wall. 

Anne lowered her eyes again, blushing fiercely. "I… I just don't have control over it. I don't
understand when it happens, how it could happen when, well…" She looked up at Emily,
searching her friend's eyes for understanding. 

Emily nodded, smiling at her, "I know, it takes some getting used to. But you will get used to
it, Anne. It's not something to be ashamed of, it's something to be proud of!" 

Anne blinked, shaking her head, confused, "Proud of? I don't understand… You, and Silva
Marie… The pain…" 

Grinning, Emily drew her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them before
continuing, "You mean you like it already?" 

Anne sighed, bowing her head in a shameful nod, then glanced up, "What do you mean,
'already'?" 

Emily grinned at her again, "See, some slaves never do come to like the attentions of Silva
Marie. They hate it, and she loves that. She loves her power over them, that they gratefully
allow her to make them suffer," she said. "I realized this about a year ago, myself. Around that
time, Silva Marie stopped calling me to her bedchambers…" 

She sighed softly, looking away, eyes distant, "I became more of a servant than anything. My
hopes of becoming a brown are waning more and more each day…" Trailing off, she looked
over at Anne again, "Your shame and embarrassment are something Silva Marie probably
likes very much." 

Anne nodded silently to her, looking away, afraid her friend might see the knowledge of
broken dreams in her eyes. 

Emily's paw came to rest over hers, "I'm afraid to say more would be to do you a grave
disservice. Let's just say that you're lucky, and that you shouldn't be ashamed of it." 

Looking up, Anne gave Emily a half-hearted smile which slowly faded. 

"What? What is it, Anne?" 

Anne sighed, withdrawing her paw from Emily's, "Emily… Silva Marie said something… I
don't want to tell you…" 

Emily frowned with concern, "Anne, please… Tell me." 

Anne nodded, closing her eyes with a heavy sigh, "Silva Marie never intended to make you a
Brown. She's just, just playing with you, Emily. I'm sorry…" 

Emily remained silent for a long time. Anne opened her eyes and looked up at her, and found
her friend's face a mask of resigned disappointment. 

She nodded, "Yes… I think I knew, somewhere inside." She whined out a soft sigh, shaking
her head to herself and tipping to one side to lean heavily against Anne, head coming to rest
on her shoulder. "I knew." 

It was Anne's turn to comfort her friend, stroking lightly over her hair and ears. "I'm sorry…"
she said again, feeling Emily nod against her. 

"It's okay. Thank you for telling me, Anne." She tipped her head up, lightly kissing Anne upon
the lips. Anne drew in a sharp breath, surprised, but then gently returned the kiss. Her soft
pets trailed down to Emily's cheek, turning into delicate caresses, her fingertips moving over
her friend's smooth skin. 

Emily made a soft sound in her throat, somewhere between a moan and a whimper, then
pulled back. Anne bit her lower lip, lowering her eyes, tears threatening again. "I'm sorry, I
don't understand myself or what I'm feeling, not even what I'm doing. I don't have any
control…" 

Her friend smiled, tipping Anne's chin up in a way so like Silva Marie's, but the affection in her
face was something her Mistress would never be able to achieve, "It's all right, Anne, my
friend. I'm going to go now, and let you rest. You've had enough to think over already. There
is all the time in the world, for us." 

She hugged Anne, giving her a light kiss on the cheek, then scooted off the bed and headed
for the door. Pausing at the threshold she turned. Anne looked at her questioningly. 

"Anne… If, no… When you do make Brown… Could you speak to Silva Marie? Maybe…
Maybe I could be your apprentice instead. I… Mm, nevermind, I shouldn't ask such a thing,"
Emily said, bowing her head and turning to walk out. 

"Emily…" Anne said softly. Emily stopped, and turned reluctantly, one paw on the doorknob.
"If I make Brown… IF… Then it would be my honor to have you as my apprentice." 

Emily smiled winsomely, nodded, then slipped out into the hall, closing the door. 

Anne sighed softly to herself and lay down upon the bed, feeling the various salved welts and
sore spots throbbing to the rhythm of her heart. 



Anne awoke to the sound of a soft knock at her door. 

"Come in?" she said, sitting up in bed. 

A dark haired girl, a cheetah-morph Anne had never seen before stuck her head in, smiling
cheerfully. "Good morning! You're going to be late for breakfast. Eat quickly, and then go to
Silva Marie's chambers. You've been summoned," she said, not without a note of jealousy.
She ducked her head out again and softly closed the door. 

Anne sighed, looking out the room's only window and finding it had been full light out for at
least an hour. Her various welts no longer throbbed; they had settled into an ache that could
be ignored with effort. She stood, and readied herself to meet Silva Marie. 



Anne came to Silva Marie's chamber door to find it already open, servants carrying bundles
rushing in and out. A tall, well muscled, snow leopard male in grey and brown carrying a
strange assortment of leather straps came close to running right into her as she moved inside.
He glared at her and muttered a curse over one shoulder as he continued on his way, in a
great hurry. 

Bewildered, Anne looked about for Silva Marie, and found her sitting at a dressing table, a
gaggle of servants swarming about her performing various tasks; two were tending to her hair,
brushing and perfuming it as others buffed her fingernails and tightened a corset's ribbons at
her back. She turned as Anne drew in close, smiling a nervous, excited smile. 

"Anne! It's about time. What kept you so long? And what are you doing in that plain thing?"
she said, wrinkling her nose and pulling at Anne's shift with distaste. 

"I, it's all I have, Mistress Silva Marie. I could put on the dress I arrived in, if you would
prefer?" she asked, lowering her ears and stepping out of the way of a servant girl bent on the
task of fetching Silva Marie's jewelry box. 

Silva Marie scoffed, looking at herself in the mirror and waving a paw in Anne's general
direction. "Brutus, take Anne to find something more appropriate. We can't have her
accompanying me to Richard Shawn Banon's castle dressed like that now, can we?" 

Anne turned, and found Brutus to be the tall, rude man who'd bumped into her previously. He
had a handsome face, she now realized, a strong jaw and grey eyes the color of storm clouds.
His lips were full, on the verge of pouting but retaining a semblance of masculinity. 

He lumbered to the door, waving at her to follow with one large paw. "This way… Anne,
right?" 

Anne nodded, rushing to keep up. "Yes, I'm Anne. Mistress Silva Marie called you Brutus?"
she asked, tagging along behind him as he led her to a storage closet, his tail swaying lazily. He
grunted at her in an affirmative, opening the door and rummaging around inside. 

Turning to her, he held out a gorgeous grey, ankle length dress. It appeared deceptively
demure, but as Anne drew in close and lifted the material in her fingers, she realized that the
dress' cut made it just the opposite. Two wide holes had been cut and hemmed at the waist's
curves, as well as one at the small of the back and another at the front. A fifth and final hole
lay at the breast, this one long enough so as to reveal a great deal, but not everything. 

She blushed as she realized the erotic nature of the dress and looked up at Brutus to find him
gazing down at her with amusement. He chuckled at her embarrassment and dumped the
dress into her arms. "Mistress'll want you back soon's you're dressed," he grunted, grinning,
then turned and ambled off. 

Anne watched after his back for a moment, then continued on to her room to slip into the
dress. It fit her like a glove, skin tight and cut as if tailored to her in particular. She turned to
her dresser's mirror and flushed hotly at her own reflection, lifting her paws and pressing them
to her body as she turned one way, then the other. 

The femme gazing back at her was the epitome of sensual perfection, tendrils of thick red hair
curling over her shoulders and teasing at the slope of her breasts beyond the deceptively
demure neckline of the dress. The various holes in the fabric cast shadowed temptation, not
pressing tight to as she had thought they would—instead they remained raised, pulled away
from her form just enough to offer a dark glimpse of what lay beyond. 

She turned away from the mirror, a flush creeping over her cheeks again, then laughed softly
to herself. "To think, embarrassed to look at myself in the mirror…" Turning back, she bent to
the task of quickly piling her hair up on top of her head, forming it into a clumsy make-shift
bun that offset the sculpted perfection of the dress. 

Smoothing her paws down over her body, looking in the mirror and assuring herself she hadn't
put any wrinkles in the dress, she sighed to herself resolutely and left her room on bare feet. 



Silva Marie was up and about when Anne entered her chambers once more, bustling about
the room nervously in an ornate brown dress that held her from neck to ankle. The bodice
showed off her every curve and valley, tightened by the corset at its back to the point that it
made it obviously hard to breath. 

Her breasts threatened to tumble right out, large, creamy white globes held high and jiggling
fetchingly with her every step. The dress' skirts flared very wide at her hips, swaying heavily as
she paced, and obscuring even the hint of her legs. Dusted over the heavy material at regular
intervals were tiny little rhinestone rubies, their blood red depths catching the light. Wearing so
much red was a risk Anne didn't understand. If brought up on it, Silva Marie would be caught
in a serious social guffaw. 

Silva Marie's various servants stood around, waiting for any order she might have. Brutus
wasn't present, Anne noticed as she stepped farther into the room in the hopes of catching the
woman's eye. 

Silva Marie did notice her, coming to a dead stop and looking Anne up and down. Several
emotions flickered over her face, from desire and wonder, to envy and then fear. "Anne…"
she said, voice thick with disapproval, "Why don't you look cute in that. Here, this should top
it off nicely." 

Walking to one of her many closets, Silva Marie reached in and withdrew a heavy grey smock
and handed it to Anne. Plain and unassuming, the garment would hide every little sensual detail
the dress she was wearing had to offer. Anne slipped into it obediently. 

Silva Marie looked her over, disapproval sated only slightly. She then smiled, "Ah, one last
thing." Crossing the room, she lifted a worn leather collar, plain and frayed, and returned to
Anne. "Tilt your chin up, girl…" 

Anne blinked at the collar then did as she was told, lifting her chin up. Silva Marie moved in
close behind her, so close she could feel the weight of her skirts pressing against her tail and
the backs of her legs, and looped the collar about her neck. She cinched it tight, fastening the
heavy metal buckle with ease. 

"Yes, much better…" Silva Marie said to herself, standing back and surveying her. Cloaked in
the misleading smock and wearing the collar, Anne no longer outshone her. She shifted under
the femme's gaze, fighting the urge to fidget. The brown leather collar rode up uncomfortably
high on her neck, at least two inches wide, but was, to Silva Marie's credit, not too tight. 

Smiling, Silva Marie nodded then turned, sending servants scurrying left and right on her way
to the door. Anne hurried after. "Away with you now! You have the day off." she purred to
them, turning to Anne and looping a finger through the buckle of her collar. "Anne and I are
going to see Richard Shawn Banon." 

Anne lowered her ears, watching the servants quietly file out of the room, most of them giving
her sympathetic looks. 



The ride to Richard Shawn Banon's estate was much like the ride to Silva Marie's only a
couple days ago. It seemed so long ago as Anne stared out the window, unbearably hot under
the smock, sitting in the stuffy coach across from Silva Marie. Her welts hummed with a dull
ache. 

The horse's rhythmic clip clop revealed the hurried pace, as did the occasional 'Heeyah!' and
crack of the reigns from Brutus, the hand servant turned driver. She felt a paw on her knee,
and turned to find Silva Marie leaning over to her, face alive with excitement, "Isn't it
wonderful? Richard Shawn Banon, sending for me." 

Anne smiled and nodded, having never even heard of Richard Shawn Banon and not knowing
the reason behind Silva Marie's nervous behavior, save for the fact that it was always a cause
for excitement to be summoned by someone of a higher caste. "Yes Mistress…" she said
softly. 

Silva Marie scoffed, sitting back and waving a paw at her, "Oh, you silly girl. I bet you don't
even know who Richard Shawn Banon is, do you?" 

Biting her lip, Anne shook her head and lowered her eyes, "No, Mistress…" 

Silva Marie looked out the window and continued, "Richard Shawn Banon is simply the most
highly spoken of Green there is. To be summoned by him is the highest honor." She sat up
straighter as she said this, smoothing out her bodice. 

Anne nodded mutely. Silva Marie looked over at her, rolled her eyes and sighed heavily.
"Simple girl, why I bother explaining these things to my servants I'll never know. It's not as if
you could ever understand the social intricacies." She leaned in again, patting Anne's knee
sympathetically, "Suffice to say, girl, it is a good thing." 

Nodding again, Anne managed a small smile. "Yes, Mistress…" Silva Marie sat back in her
seat, withdrawing her paw, and Anne gratefully resumed looking out the window at the rolling
country side. 



They arrived at Richard Shawn Banon's estate a short while after, pausing at an ornate
wrought iron gates and then continuing up a gravelled driveway winding through meticulously
kept gardens. Richard Shawn Banon's servants greeted them as they pulled up to the main
doors, helping Silva Marie and Anne alike from the carriage. 

Anne stood by as Silva Marie ordered the servants to carry in her various bags, and glanced
up at a muffled cough from above. Brutus sat there in the driver's seat, grinning down at her,
beckoning with one large paw. She looked around, then snuck over, leaning up to Brutus,
"Yes?" 

Brutus chuckled, "Anne, I heard just how lovely you look in that dress. Lovelier than Silva
even…" 

Anne gasped at Brutus' familiarity with the femme's name as well as his comment, and he
chuckled all the more, "Listen, listen, I'm gonna give you a bit of advice here, and you better
listen good. Do a good job in there, ya know? Do your duty and all. But don't do too good of
a job. If you look better'n Silva Marie, she'll take it out on you for the rest of your life. Got it?"


She paled and nodded, eyes wide. So that was why she was festooned in the shapeless
smock, and why she was wearing the collar. Servants rarely wore collars outside the
bedchamber; it was considered bad taste, an unnecessary proclamation of ownership. 

Brutus chuckled at her and sat back. She turned just as Silva Marie came up behind her,
snapping a long, splendidly worked brown and grey leather leash to her collar. The woman
took in her lowered ears and wide eyes with a chuckle, misconstruing their cause, "You'll get
used to it soon enough, girl," she said, flipping the leash so it snapped against her
smock-padded chest and grinning. 

Silva Marie turned on heel then and strode into the mansion as if it were her own, looking
about for Richard Shawn Banon. A mouse femme in brown and green met them, leading them
into a waiting room. She glanced twice at Anne's leash, out of Silva Marie's eyeshot, then into
Anne's eyes. Anne gave her a small, resolute smile, then sat in a chair where Silva Marie
indicated. 

The servant brought out refreshments, small finger cookies and wine, treating both Anne and
Silva Marie with equal respect. This appeared to bother Silva Marie, who tugged on Anne's
leash and directed her to sit at her feet on the floor. Anne did so, and as the servant returned,
she was given another sympathetic look. 

"Master Richard Shawn Banon will see you now," the servant girl said softly, stepping to one
side and gesturing to a door behind her. 

Silva Marie stood, nervously smoothing her dress again and tugging Anne to her feet with
several rough yanks on the leash. Anne stood as quickly as possible, gulping hard, lowering
her tail nervously. 

Silva Marie didn't even look at Anne as she squared her shoulders and turned to face the
doorway. Leading her behind on the leash, she walked into the adjacent room, her step
respectful yet full of purpose. 



Servants opened the doors for them as they drew close, holding them ajar until Anne and
Silva Marie passed inside and then closing them softly behind. Anne felt plush carpet between
her toes as she remained obediently at Silva Marie's heel, trotting along behind her. 

Inch thick carpet ran the length of the room from wall to wall, a delicate shade of green that
enhanced the rich wooden furniture. Stained oak and mahogany made up the majority of the
pieces, including a four poster bed set against the far wall, reflecting the fire light in the room
with a warm glow. 

A worn, forest green couch lay before a stone hearth in which a fire burned merrily despite the
time of year, an unassuming table with a small chest resting beside it. A fur sat there, reclining,
one leg crossed over the other as he lazed before the fire. He turned his head as they entered,
smiling and nodding to them both and then turning back to the flames. He spoke over one
shoulder, voice a deep, growling tenor, "Ah, Silva Marie. Come." 

Silva Marie dropped Anne's leash, intending to leave her by the doorway, but paused as
Richard Shawn Banon spoke again. "And bring your new pet…" She looked back at Anne,
lip curling with obvious distaste. Anne bit her lower lip and lowered her eyes, bending to
retrieve the leash and hand it to Silva Marie. 

The femme snatched it from her and yanked, leading her over to Richard Shawn Banon. "As
you command, Richard Shawn Banon," she said softly, dropping a curtsey as she came
around the couch to his side. Anne did the same, if with less grace, and gazed at him from
under a fall of dark lashes. 

Richard Shawn Banon was a ruggedly handsome tiger morph in his early thirties, black haired
and dark eyed. His fur gleamed with careful tending and care. His figure attested to a great
deal of physical activity, generously muscled beneath the loose cotton robe he wore open at
the chest. 

He smiled at Silva Marie, then Anne in turn, nodding to them again and gesturing to the floor,
"Please, have a seat. I have heard much about you," he said, his eyes shifting from Anne to
Silva Marie so it was unclear as to which he was speaking. 

Silva Marie did not miss this, but continued on as if she had, "Have you, Richard Shawn
Banon?" she asked with a smile, smoothing out the extensive layers of her skirts and taking a
seat. 

Richard Shawn Banon's eyes remained on Anne for a moment, taking in her collar and smock,
then shifted back to Silva Marie. "Yes… I have heard you have much to learn about the ways
of a Mistress," he said, allowing his words to hang as he stared her down. 

She held his gaze for a good moment, jaw hanging, then dropped her eyes. "Have you…" she
said again, voice barely above a whisper. 

Richard Shawn Banon nodded, letting the silence remain for a long moment before speaking
again. "Yes, I have. I have also heard that you are power hungry, and utterly disrespectful of
your slaves and apprentices." 

Anne heard Silva Marie's breath catch in her throat and looked up to see her eyes steadfast
on the floor, the muscles around her jaw-line twitching with repressed rage. She shifted her
gaze to Richard Shawn Banon, surprised as well. Never had she thought she'd ever hear
words like this spoken to Silva Marie, justified as they might be. 

Richard Shawn Banon caught her eye, and she flushed as he let his gaze trail downward over
her body. "I have also heard that you have recently acquired a new slave with exceptional
potential. Did you think it was coincidence that I sent for her by name along with yourself?" he
asked, leaning toward Anne and giving her a grin. "No, I think not." 

Anne tentatively returned his grin, gazing from him to her Mistress, unsure just what was going
on. Silva Marie remained silent, paws clenching into fists at her side, jaw set into a grim line. 

He crooked a finger at Anne in a come-hither motion, sitting back on the couch. "Come to
me, Anne. Let me get this smock off you so I can get a real look. Perhaps my messenger was
mistaken." 

Anne lowered her ears, standing and moving toward Richard Shawn Banon. Her leash came
up short, drawing painfully upon her collar. Silva Marie unclenched her fingers with effort and
let the leather slide from her paw. Anne crossed the remaining distance and stood before him,
fidgeting nervously, her tail curling and uncurling behind her. 

Richard Shawn Banon gave her a friendly smile as he sat forward, lifting her smock and having
her bend so he could remove it. His smile widened as he took in the dress, her body clasped
within. "Ahhh…" he murmured, laying the smock down and drawing her close. "How beautiful
you are…" 

He reached up, cupping her chin as she lowered her eyes and lifting it, then trailing his fingers
down over her collar to the sculpted hole resting at her breast. He lightly caressed there,
brushing over the soft fur at the inner slopes of her breasts, and smiled appreciatively as she
fiercely blushed and dropped her eyes again. 

Richard Shawn Banon continued for a moment, noting Anne's nipples as they hardened visibly
under the silken fabric of her dress, then dropped his paws to her hips and caressed them
backward over her behind. She winced as his fingers passed over her tender welts, breath
hissing between her teeth. 

Frowning, Richard Shawn Banon bent and gathered her dress up in his paws, drawing her tail
out of the way turning her to one side, lifting it far enough to see the welts under her fur his
fingers had brushed over. His brow lined deeply with concern, and as his gaze fell upon Silva
Marie once more it was with thinly veiled disgust. 

"So this is how you treat your slaves upon their arrival, hmmm? How thoughtful. You show
such restraint," he snarled, allowing Anne's dress to settle about her legs again, but not before
he saw the welts upon her thighs as well. "I somehow doubt her virginity is intact any longer,
as well." 

Silva Marie glared up at Richard Shawn Banon, despite the obvious rhetorical nature of his
words, and hissed at him, "She's mine, I can do whatever I may please with her. She is a
simpleton, a Grey no less, of no consequence or value. She is worthless." 

Richard Shawn Banon regarded her for a moment, rage, disgust and amusement fighting for
control over his muzzle. Utter calm replaced them all as he sat back and turned to Anne,
gesturing for her to bend over him. He reached up and unbuckled her collar. She couldn't help
but rub at her neck. He then turned to Silva Marie, letting the collar dangle on its leash,
swinging slowly before her disbelieving face. 

"I believe it is time to show you the worth of a single person, Silva, be it you, me, or this
innocent girl here." 

Silva Marie shook her head, eyes wide. Richard Shawn Banon jiggled the leash once, to be
sure his wishes were clear, and then stood and walked over to her. Bending, he looped the
collar about her neck and cinched it tight, then pawed the leash end to Anne. 

Sitting once more, he regarded the switch in roles with a sharp-toothed grin, clasping his
paws, "Remove your clothes, Silva Marie, and show some class." He chuckled at his own
twist of words and folded one leg over another, reclining back. 

Anne blinked down at the leash in her paw, then over at Silva Marie. Brutus' words had done
nothing to prepare her for this. To refuse a Green would be so much worse than to refuse a
Brown, but after this Silva Marie would surely send her back to her mother, shamed. 

Silva Marie stood with what dignity she could muster and struggled with her clothes. She had
been put into them by a gaggle of servants--getting out of them on her own would prove to be
quite a task. Anne moved to help her, but came up short as Richard Shawn Banon shook his
head. 

They remained there, watching as Silva Marie fought with her dress, finally getting the corset
unlaced and slipping out of it. She stood there in her underclothes, frowning, then removed
those too as Richard Shawn Banon nodded to her, forced to slide them downward due to
Anne's holding her leash. 

Anne blinked with surprise as Silva Marie's true form revealed itself. This femme was no
goddess; this was an aging fur, breasts sagging and body going to fat beneath all her glamor. 

Richard Shawn Banon gestured to Silva Marie, a grin on his lips, "You see, beyond her caste
she is just like you or me. No more, no less, Anne. Do you understand?" 

Anne nodded mutely to Richard Shawn Banon, gazing from him to Silva Marie in
astonishment. 

Richard Shawn Banon smiled at her, and reached over to the table beside the couch and into
the chest there, selecting a flat, well worn paddle. He hefted it, testing its weight, then pawed it
to Anne. "Here, let us see how you do." 

Anne stared at him, dumbfounded for a moment. He inclined his head to Silva Marie. "You
want me to… You want me to paddle my Mistress, sir?" she asked, tears shimmering in her
eyes. 

Richard Shawn Banon chuckled at her distress, "Don't worry, Anne, I assure you, no harm
will come of it. I promise." 

Anne looked from Richard Shawn Banon to Silva Marie who was standing there equally
disbelieving. 

Richard Shawn Banon nodded again, gesturing from Anne to Silva Marie, "On your knees,
Silva Marie, make the job easy on the girl." 

Silva Marie huffed, but grew quiet as she realized Richard Shawn Banon spoke in all
seriousness. She glared angrily at Anne, dark green eyes cold with fury, then slowly turned
and bent, going down on all fours. 

Anne whimpered to herself, the paddle heavy in her paws, looking back at Richard Shawn
Banon beseechingly. He simply smiled to her and nodded to Silva Marie's lifted tail and bare
bottom, leather leash trailing from her collar over her back. "Go ahead Anne." 

Biting her lower lip, Anne moved over to Silva Marie, the leash loose in one paw, paddle
gripped in the other. She bent, and hesitantly brought the paddle close, giving the woman's ass
a soft little pat. Silva Marie yipped as if struck, her entire body shuddering. 

Anne looked up at Richard Shawn Banon, almost losing her nerve, but he smiled at her and
gestured for her to continue, "You're doing well, Anne. Try to catch her under the curve,
there, where each cheek meets the thigh. It's especially tender to the will of a paddle." 

Nodding, Anne bent and angled the paddle upward, clumsily smacking Silva Marie once, and
then again, making her ass cheeks jiggle with the force of each blow. The femme hissed,
fighting back a whimper. 

"Good, good!" she heard, looking up to see Richard Shawn Banon smiling, leaning forward
and watching her, elbows propped on his knees. "Now again, several times in the same place.
As each blow lands, the sting increases. You need not put a lot of force behind it, Anne…" he
said as if teacher her how to knit, "A little force applied repeatedly can render an equal if not
greater effect." 

Anne nodded, bending farther over Silva Marie, her hair threatening to fall from its bun. She
brought the paddle down, feeling the shock run softly through the tempered wood as it struck
the femme several times in succession upon the fleshy part of her ass. 

Silva Marie whimpered and writhed, fighting hard to remain in place. By the fifth blow she
moaned and squirmed, pulling away. 

Richard Shawn Banon chuckled at this, "Ah, it has been a very long time indeed since Silva
Marie has felt the blow of the paddle. And I bet she wonders why, hmmm?" he said, standing
and moving over to both of them. 

He guided Silva Marie up onto her knees and had her settle back on her heels facing the
couch. She glared angrily at the floor, flushed hotly with anger and arousal. He gestured for
Anne to get down on her knees. She did so, assuming a position similar to Silva Marie's, then
blinked as Richard Shawn Banon shook his head at her. 

"No, Anne, do not assume you know my mind. There, take that leash you're holding and loop
it between Silva Marie's legs," he said, moving in front of Silva Marie and spreading her knees
slightly. 

Anne jumped to do as she was told. At this point, nothing could save her from Silva Marie's
wrath. Her best chance would be to please Richard Shawn Banon enough to be afforded his
protection. Leaning forward, she slid the loop of the leash through, the leather length barely
long enough to reach Silva Marie's inner thighs. 

"Good, that's good, Anne," he said, slipping his fingers around her upper arm and lifting her to
her feet. "Now, Silva Marie, you remember this part, don't you? I'm sure you've had some
training, as meager as it must have been." 

Silva Marie frowned darkly, staring stubbornly at the floor for a long moment before reaching
between her legs and taking hold of the leash's end. Pulled taut, the leather slid through the
cheeks of her ass and the glistening lips of her sex, forcing her head up. She stared resolutely
straight ahead, jaw trembling with anger and shame. 

Richard Shawn Banon smiled, pleased, and nodded to Anne, "This position is very good for
the disobedient. Their arousal and their obedience are forcefully linked together by their own
paws." 

Sitting on the couch once more, he spread his robe, revealing his naked body and hardened
cock. Anne gasped, eyes widening as he gestured to her to come close. "Come here, Anne.
Leave your dress on. Allow me to show you the pleasure of sex, a courtesy I am quite sure
Silva Marie did not bestow upon you." 

Anne moved tentatively toward him, spreading her legs as he instructed, and slid into a
straddle over his lap. He lifted her easily, paws settling at her waist and guiding her down upon
his erection, her dress riding up over her hips. She winced slightly as her welts made
themselves known, but their pain added to the pleasure she felt as he slid into her instead of
detracting from it. 

He groaned and closed his eyes, resting his forehead upon her shoulder for a moment as she
panted for breath, getting used to the odd feeling of his length inside her. Lifting his gaze, he
brought his paws to the bun piled on top of her head and released it, watching with a smile as
her luxuriant red hair tumbled over her shoulders. 

Anne shook her head, cascading her mane of hair down over her back as she tentatively
returned his smile and brought her knees forward. She rested them at either side of his hips as
he began to move beneath her. 

Silva Marie, forced to stare directly at them by her own paws, set her lips into a thin line of
outrage. 

Richard Shawn Banon guided Anne with his paws at her hips, motioning for her to put her
arms about his neck as he began to thrust with strengthening force. "How… Does this… Feel,
Anne?" he growled, eyes clouded over with lust. 

Anne gasped with pleasure, her entire body tingling, feeling as if she were floating, "Good,
Richard Shawn Banon. It feels very good…" she gasped in response, starting to bounce on
his cock as his paws guided her into a faster and faster rhythm. She moaned loudly, curling her
arms tight about his neck and pressing herself to his chest. 

Richard Shawn Banon gave a garbled moan of pleasure and wrapped his arms around her,
crushing her to his chest as he thrust deep into her and came, triggering her own orgasm.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her, leaving her breathless, her heart fluttering
with the power of it. 

Richard Shawn Banon lifted his head from her shoulder, loosening his grip about her slender
frame after a moment and giving her a lopsided smile, "Mmm, sorry, I usually last a bit longer
than that, but you… Mmm…" 

Blushing, Anne dropped her eyes, then raised them again, grinning back at him. He lifted a
paw and brushed her hair back from her eyes, smiling fondly. "I think I will take you on as my
apprentice after all. And you may bring two of your choosing from Silva Marie's house to train
under you. I trust your judgement," he said, lifting her from his swiftly softening erection and
placing her on her feet in front of him. 

Anne gasped at him, and again at the sudden empty feeling as his cock slid from between her
legs. She fell back a step staring from Richard Shawn Banon to Silva Marie in disbelief. Silva
Marie stared right back at her, mouth working, but without the courage to speak up in her
defense. 

Anne bit her lip, then looked back to Richard Shawn Banon. "Really?" she said, "Anyone I
want?" 

Richard Shawn Banon chuckled softly, nodding to her. "Preferably two you think would make
good apprentices. They should no longer go to waste in Silva Marie's house." 

He stood, loosely fastening his robe, and nodded for Silva Marie to stand. "You may go.
Send the two of Anne's choice to my estate within one day. Anne will not be returning with
you." 

Silva Marie dropped the end of the leash and stood, still very aroused and very angry. Cheeks
flushed, she nodded stiffly to Richard Shawn Banon. "Yes Richard Shawn Banon. It shall be
done." She turned to Anne expectantly, as did Richard Shawn Banon. 

"Well, Anne? Choose carefully, now, you will not be able to choose again," Richard Shawn
Banon said. 

Anne barely paused, her excitement sparkling in her blue eyes. "Emily. Emily at Brutus," she
said. 

Silva Marie gasped, then set her jaw into a firm line once more, refusing to comment. She
lowered her eyes to the floor. "If that is all…" 

Richard Shawn Banon chuckled softly and gave Anne an affectionate smile, "It seems you
have chosen well, Anne. Anne Banon." 

Anne blinked in confusion, then smiled, her smile growing as Silva Marie turned and gathered
her dress in a heap then stalked out the door. The servants there opened it, sniggering quietly
to themselves as she tried to retain her stately composure despite the fact she was nude,
carrying her clothes and trailing a leash.