The Journey ( a prequel if you will)

After her performance with her dog Turbo, a massive Rottweiler, Honi had been rushed by one of the onlookers, Chloe, who was abuzz with questions. The diminutive redhead with her startling emerald green eyes was in her early 20s, but looked more like 15, her skin was so soft and unblemished.

Gushing with compliments about how sexy Honi looked when she was being fucked by Turbo, Chloe was beside herself with the excitement of possibly doing something like that. She finally blurted out, “I want to do that with a dog too. Can you teach me? Tell me how you started! You look so experienced! I’m ever so envious!”

Honi had mentally recalled how she first met the Hostess, and her husband, who Honi now called Master. She hadn’t shared any of that with Chloe, feeling it was irrelevant to what the girl was asking. Still floating in her post orgasmic bliss, Honi thought that perhaps her Master could explain more clearly how her early training had come about. Consequently, she smiled and said, “Chloe, can you wait until the other guests depart, so we can have a private word with my Master? I’m sure we can offer you a ride home afterwards.”

“I’d love to meet him,” the dewy eyed girl exclaimed, bouncing with the contained enthusiasm that only the young can generate.

Later, Honi led Chloe into the house, and soon they were comfortably seated informally in the living room, along with Honi’s Master, and his wife, the Hostess.

“Master, Chloe here is aroused by the thought of doing what she saw me do tonight. She has no experience with dogs, and asked me how I got started. I thought that you could explain it better than I could.”

The man she addressed had such a commanding presence that all three females were fully focused on him, awaiting his words. He reveled in their attention, and therefore waited a full minute before responding. “Honi, my pet, you underestimate your abilities. I’m sure that you’re capable of giving a full, accurate description of how that came about. I will say this to you, Chloe. Soon after Honi met me, she freely offered her submission to me, and became part of us. We think of ourselves as a ‘family’ in this house, living together, and caring for each other. Honi, go ahead and tell Chloe about your early training. If I think I need to add anything to your description, I will.”

“Yes, Master.” Honi felt more capable of doing so now, since the mind blowing sensations that she always experienced with Turbo had abated somewhat. Still, she was searching for a proper starting point to her story. Spinning in a state of futile ratiocination, she was rescued by her Master.

Rising to his feet, he gently said, “Honi, my girl. Stand up and face me. We’ll let your body memory help you get started. Many’s the training day that started with you facing me.”

“Thank you, Master,” Honi whispered with gratitude. Tall for a girl, at 5’6″, Honi now stood looking up at him. Chloe regarded this tableau closely. Honi was slim and willowy, with big 34D cupped breasts. Her eyes were a tranquil spring meadow green, and her dusty blonde hair hung down to her waist. Chloe didn’t know that normally Honi tied it back in a pony tail, or when at work had it drawn back in a coil or bun. When Honi had brought Chloe into his presence, she’d followed her normal habit of letting it hang loose, and had combed it out with her fingers when she entered the room.

Chloe now gazed at the man in front of Honi. The man she called Master towered above her, since he was at least 6’3″ and well built, without a hint of a belly or any softness. Like her, his hair was a dusty blonde and his eyes were green and compelling. This pose apparently worked in triggering Honi’s body memory, because the woman began speaking her tale in an almost trance-like voice.

“When I began my new life with Master, his first action was to move me from the cramped apartment above the veterinary clinic that I managed and to move me into a lovely ‘apartment’ in a separate wing of this sumptuous home overlooking the lake.”

Honi smiled. “His second action was to contact four candidates to be my assistant at the clinic. The interviews with all four candidates were brief, and my choice was a recently widowed woman who had shared a practice with her deceased husband but had no head for business. This caused their once thriving surgery to balance on the brink of bankruptcy. The woman in question, Cynthia, might not have business acumen, but she has compassion for animals and sound surgery skills. I added her to my staff and she now resides in the tiny apartment above the clinic. A plump, dark haired woman in her early forties, with a no nonsense attitude, Cynthia seems as dedicated as I am where animal husbandry is concerned and shows skill and commitment.”

Turning briefly to look at Chloe, she stated, “I’m giving you that level of detail to illustrate something. Master continually demonstrates his concerns for my welfare. Having an assistant like that put less strain on me and my body, and also allowed me to have more stamina and more availability for my training with him.” She looked back at her Master, grinning happily as the memories came into focus.

“I was chauffeured to and from work daily in a sleek limousine, or if I chose, I had the choice of one of the many cars in this luxurious home’s multiple car garage. Now, let me tell you about that special day. I’d returned from work after a busy day. Our chauffeur, Jean-Claude, a taciturn Frenchman, didn’t seem to mind driving me around and except for a few choice Gallic curses at other less skilled motorists, my trips to and from work were often in peaceful silence.”

Honi again glanced at Chloe, pleased to see she had the woman’s rapt attention.