The Dominant Male

about the afternoon and evening. Elizabeth and Minima weren’t included, except for the two small water-bowls put on the hearth. When Elizabeth did try to contribute to the conversation, Timothy shushed her with a finger across her mouth.
    Minima too was silenced by Rodney, when she said anything. He’d draped her over his knees diagonally, bum facing the fire, arms and head hanging over the arm of the armchair to his left, right hand between her cheeks. Elizabeth imagined from the view she had, that his middle finger, or fingers, may well be exploring her bum.
    Elizabeth felt a bit neglected and turned sideways, snuggling her head into Timothy’s lap.
    Timothy, still fully dressed, obligingly undid his fly.
    ‘Buttons not a zip,’ she noted, ‘quality.’
    It wasn’t what she’d intended, but she eased out his very erect and fair-sized cock and sucked on it greedily, like a lamb feeding at their mother’s teat. If anything it got harder, so she tried to demonstrate her expertise by building it slowly, easing off teasingly to make it long and slow.
    Two hands around the back of her hand persuaded her to cut things short, and he came with a noisy cry, ejaculating into her mouth.
    She swallowed. Sweet , she noted, not bad-tasting . She assiduously licked him clean.
    He steered her head to the hearth. There was the bowl of water, as you’d offer a dog.
    Yes, it is what I thought . She knelt down and drank from the bowl, resigning herself to her fate.
    Timothy took her discarded tie, tied it about her neck, stood up and tugged gently. He discouraged her tentative attempt to stand up by a light shove on her shoulder. The party was breaking up. Obediently she followed her Master, naked and on all fours, her shoulder to his left leg, out of the room.
    Looking back she saw Minama being led much the same way by Rodney; he’d used his own tie. Everyone else was completely unfazed, as though two naked girls being led about on all fours was perfectly normal. She was beginning to suspect that in this house it might be.
    Timothy led her to a bathroom. Still holding her improvised lead, he walked up to the throne, opened his fly and pissed in the bowl.
    Turning around he dropped his plus-fours and sat down.
    ‘I hoped he didn’t spill any in front of it,’ she thought, ‘it’ll wet them.’
    He drew her to him, to lick his cock clean, even as he evacuated himself behind.
    ‘Gross,’ she thought, but that’s men for you.
    He stood up and wiped himself clean, and washed his hands.
    ‘Just as well he doesn’t want me to lick him clean there; I’ll do almost anything for him, but not that,’ she mused, ‘actually I probably would, filthy bitch that I am.’
    He motioned her around, to back up to the bowl on all fours.
    ‘My turn,’ she realised.
    She pissed and shat obediently. ‘I guess there’s a first time for everything. I’m glad I’m not one of those who freeze up and can’t do that with an audience!’
    He gently wiped her clean and dry, front and back.
    ‘Thank you for that,’ she thought, ‘embarrassing but better than not being wiped at all.’
    He washed his hands, and then led her to his small bedroom.
    He had her lie over the edge of his bed, bum sticking up. He dropped his trousers and underwear, grabbed a tube of lubricant off his bedside table, spread it over his fingers and up her bum, and then took her hard and deep, hands holding her to him tight on either side. It hurt, at first, but it was exactly what she needed, and she exploded as he did, as noisily as him; giggling manically.
    He wiped himself clean on a tissue.
    ‘Thank Heaven for that,’ but realised she was actually sort of disappointed she hadn’t been called upon to suck him clean, having stolen herself to do it, if demanded.
    He rolled her over and picked her up, and kissed her on the forehead.
    ‘Good bitch,’ he said.
    He gently laid her down on a duvet on the floor and wrapped it around her. Then he lifted the duvet on the single bed and tucked himself in.
    She was disappointed that she’d not get to sleep in his arms. But I guess this is appropriate in the circumstances , she thought, as she tucked the duvet around her.
    She came to, drowsily looking up to see Timothy coming into the room naked, carrying a salmon-pink dog collar and lead. He scooped her up and lay her on the bed, lay beside her and pulled the duvet over them both.
    ‘I guess you can probably guess what’s coming next.’
    She nodded.
    ‘Yes,