The Constancia Compendium by Chris Bellows

Author:Chris Bellows [Bellows, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Erotica
Publisher: Pink Flamingo Publications
Published: 2013-08-26T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Dinner is served.

Lady Constance, Dr. Reinhold, Jasmine and I sit at a table for four set off to the side of a huge dining room. By my estimation, a formal seating for thirty and possibly more is feasible in the modestly furnished room. But tonight we are casual with the two porters scurrying about and Motamba occasionally stepping from the kitchen to obtain feedback and receive special requests.

It is odd enough to be served by two naked males. But even stranger are the chairs and what antics take place unseen under the table.

The seat of the large, padded chairs are notched in the front. And when Imelda kneels and crawls under the table I quickly learn the purpose of the odd shape. It is indented to accommodate her neck. Thus when Dr. Helga hikes her skirt and sits, Imelda’s head disappears between the Doctor’s thighs and under her garment.

The notch in Jasmine’s chair is already filled. Through conversational tidbits during dinner I subsequently learn the naked lad kneeling before it is a new acquisition and Jasmine has volunteered to teach him the art of proper oral servitude.

Lady Constance’s notch seat is initially unoccupied. But within a moment of her seating herself, porter number two enters with another naked human form in tow. ‘It’ is close enough in appearance to be Ming’s twin, Asian with the same lithe body, underdeveloped breasts, child-like buttocks and the baffling patch covering the pudendum. ‘She’ is led by a leash attached to a nose ring which the porter hands to Lady Constance who in turn guides the form under the table and into the requisite position in front of her chair.

A dinner discussion of little consequence unfolds. At one point there is a brief silence and the pleasant sound of wet tongues being applied to moist flesh can be heard, where upon Lady Constance first inquires about my length of stay and schedule then responds to my reply.

“Tomorrow I have many business calls to make and must meet with the captain of the yacht,” she suggests. “Botana will have Big Fella harnessed and waiting for you. He’ll take verbal commands if you’re uncomfortable utilizing the whip. You may wish to visit the village. And the blacksmith shop will pique your interest, I’m sure.”

Yes. The very notion of having a ‘blacksmith’ employed in the twentieth century deserves investigation, I think to myself. And as written, I have pondered about the Bagandans and their living arrangements. Lady Constance’s comment serves to answer that quandary. But a visit to the area is certainly in order.

Dessert arrives. Porter number two serves coffee to Lady Constance. She playfully grasps his testicles and squeezes, challenging him to pour without spilling.

“I’m going to need milk. Good boys get to serve it.”

With her comment, Dr. Helga shifts in her chair and Imelda appears. Her wet chin and nose evidence that her oral ministrations were well received. An unabashed Dr. Reinhold wipes the moisture from the plump girl’s chin with her napkin. With every motion, Imelda’s many bells ring.

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