Whippett's 1st Assignment

[Mad Lews]

Let's face it, whiskey, be it of single or mixed malt, serves only two useful purposes in life; stripping paint and cleansing wounds.

Tequila is the one true nectar of the gods worthy of indulgence. I recommend a decent sipping version like "Two Fingers", Patron will do in an emergency. Only Pansies, Europeans, and tourist would use salt and lime. Water is used to put out fires and grow crops.

Really people, scotch? I thought we took care of that problem at Culloden.

Yours
Mad

[Dragon's muse]

My very dear Mad and/or Lews,

Vodka is infinitely preferable to the cactus juice called tequila.

*This has got to be the most derailed of threads in the history of derailed threads*

[Mad Lews]

My very dear Mad and/or Lews,

Vodka is infinitely preferable to the cactus juice called tequila.

*This has got to be the most derailed of threads in the history of derailed threads*

Dear Dm,

As any student of Slovak languages will tell you, vodka is the Russian word for water. Dubra brand vodka literally translates 'good water'. Yes, in Russia, that is an oxymoron, which is why it sells for $4.99 a liter.

I believe I already mentioned what water is commonly used for.

I'll concede even the blue agave will sip water sparingly, but the distillate produced by this noble crop should never be watered.

The truely wondrous thing about tequila is that it taste just as good coming up as it did going down.

Which way to the derailment?

Lews

[Dragon's muse]

Dear Dm,

As any student of Slovak languages will tell you, vodka is the Russian word for water. Dubra brand vodka literally translates 'good water'. Yes, in Russia, that is an oxymoron, which is why it sells for $4.99 a liter.

I believe I already mentioned what water is commonly used for.

I'll concede even the blue agave will sip water sparingly, but the distillate produced by this noble crop should never be watered.

The truely wondrous thing about tequila is that it taste just as good coming up as it did going down.

Which way to the derailment?

Lews

Tequila can be hazardous to your health, or at least to my health. Whenever i drink tequila, i wake up either in jail or with a new tattoo. Both can be disconcerting. Tequila is to blame for the "Merging Traffic" sign tattooed on my inner left thigh. Can you say spring break? Tequila and i parted company soon after.

[H Dean]

I must say that I agree with Mad - Lews - or any of the others who inhobbit the body of that so-called author. No, that was not a spelling gaffe - he has hairy feet and is a diminutive 5 feet tall in my head. But I digress...I must agree that tequila is, when harvested from 100% blue agave and aged properly, the true nectar of the gods. I prefer Tenoch and will not touch Patron, which I find to be hideously unpleasant.

As for Vodka, well, it may be the most clean and distilled of all the hard alcohols but it is far from being flavorful. In fact, I find it to be completely flavorless unless modified with special flavorings. Not the mark of a good brew to sip.

Scotch Whisky I am, again, in agreement with the Hobbit. While I can appreciate a good cigar that has been lightly cased with Scotch, I prefer not to drink it. I value my esophagus.

On the other hand, I do enjoy a proper Martini. That means no vodka and only the best gin. It must be lightly flavored with dry vermouth (about a 5 to 1 ration of gin to vermouth) and two olives. Further, it must never be shaken - only stirred with cracked ice and then strained into a cocktail glass. It should be sipped neither slowly, as you would scotch, nor quickly, as you might a shot of "whiskey". Do not let the Plebs fool you into thinking that a drier martini has less vermouth than a "wet" martini. It has everything to do with the type of vermouth.

Now, I am thirsty for juniper. So, I am off...

[thrall]

Well I'm a "Beautiful" kind of girl.............lmao

That or a fine Rum these days.......Pyrate and Mount Gay.......

[Whippett]

And I must admit to being catholic in my tastes - a good tequila or bourbon or rum - or one of the Polish wodkas - especially the one flavoured with buffalo grass are all things I will imbibe. And a superb gin (alone, quite naked in the glass) is also welcome chez moi.

LOL - And even though the sun is over the yardarm (somewhere) it's far too early to contemplate the joys of a good distillate. Lews - and Dean - I'll have to educate you to the joys of whiskey - Single Malt - definitely NOT Scotch - Scotch is an abomination made by diluting the flavour of fine whiskey with yesterday's bathtub product - ***weg***

And who's bringing the marshmallows to the derailment? I have the switches to roast them on - LOL

[Dragon's muse]

Forgive me, my dear friends, for being so gauche as to actually post something on topic in this thread. But before i do, my dear Whippett, for the record using switches for anything but creating lovely, stinging stripes on skin is certainly blasphemy. Especially if the switches are from a willow. Shame on you!

Revisions are always kosher; they are, in fact, the heart and soul of the writing process.

*You have a real fetish for participles and gerunds. They are perfectly acceptable, but anything can be overused. Vary sentence structure a bit.

*Watch your use of adverbs. In moderation, they work well, but they can lend the prose an aura of purple.

*My internal grammar bitch compels me to add punctuation inside the quotes, but if you really feel strongly about it feel free to ignore it. i will not be responsible, however, if Ruby drops in and gives the assignment a look. She makes me look like a cream puff on matters grammatical.


Excellent first assignment. Now i must consult my torture manual to concoct your next assignment. {insert maniacal laughter here}

I'm not sure if this is kosher or not - but taking what H Dean and Mad Lew said - here's a revision:
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A siren on the street far below cut through the lull in the conversation.

"Bugger it! Now what!" Harald thought unamused, as he watched a squad car pull up in front of the building. He shook himself mentally, this weekend was not going according to Hoyle. He was not in the least amused (you used 'unamused" in the first sentence and 'not . . . amused' here. You only need to tell us once. Words have their territory, too. These words are too similar to be used so close together). Shrugging, he looked his six guests, who still eyed each other distrustfully.

Harald sat, reaching for the little silver bell as the security buzzer from the lobby sounded. He rang the bell. (could this be simplified to "Harold sat and rang the little silver bell as. . . . "A naked young woman entered the room at the sound (delete -- unnecessary, you tell us at the end of the sentence that she is answering his summons), and fell into a deep curtsy in answer to his summons. Harald gestured for her to answer the buzzer. She rose with grace, turning to leave. (You have a fondness for participles, but this one seems to dangle a bit. This sentence reads a touch awkward.) The men watched her lithe, leggy form with open lust. A new paragraph would be nice here.)"Time to separate the sheep from the goats." he (if you are going to use the period inside the quotes, then this should be capitalized) thought, hoping the sound of his private elevator meant what he thought it did. He chuckled mentally, thinking (You could replace this with 'and thought of. . . ." and it would cut out one of the -ing words. Use too many of them and your work takes on a sing-songy feel. The reader should be focused on the story, not the rhythm of the words.)of the shearing that was to come, eying the six in speculation.

"Well, gentlemen, shall we get down to business?" he said. "As you are aware, I have stringent methods to determine your fitness for what you seek."

His guests shuffled in their chairs in expectation, eyes riveted to Harald's tight smile, then turned to face the library door as a shriek and crash sounded from the entry foyer. Some of the men leaped to their feet in consternation, but Harald's growled "Sit" settled them again, though several of the men looked decidedly uneasy. The library door crashed open, startling the men again. Four burly police officers crashed into the room, guns drawn, pushing the naked girl before them. Harald flicked his fingers in dismissal, and with another curtsy, the pretty girl eased past the cops, pausing briefly to allow the Sergeant leading the small squad to slide his hand over her pussy. New paragraph here"At last," Harald thought, "Palin and his men are here. Late, and not running the scene I ordered. He and I will discuss that, later." he mused, "There's also his familiarity with my staff. Hmmm, but this has promise." (New paragraph here)He stood as 'Sergeant' Palin barked a terse "On your feet, turds, this is a raid."

Palin gestured in Harald's direction, addressing one of his men. "Take that one outside. He's the ringleader, we'll deal with him separately."

Harald was amused to see the man Palin had detailed to him wore a patch declaring he was called "LaRue". With his back to his guests, Harald allowed himself a small smile as he read the name-tags of the other men, "Signal" and "Striker". "Trust Palin to drop subtle hints," he thought with a touch of mental laughter, "names related to whips. I wonder if any of the sheep have wit enough to puzzle at the 'coincidence' of names."

As he closed the library door, shutting off sight of the men still in the room, LaRue's touch became more deferential, and Harald and La Rue turned aside from the elevator, opening a concealed door, entering a room full of audio-visual monitoring equipment. (This is way too much info for a single sentence. Split it up a bit.)LaRue strode to the credenza at the back of the room, and poured a single (delete) cup of coffee as Harald settled into the swivel chair before the banked equipment. He placed the cup beside Harald's hand and stepped back.

When the door had closed on Harald and LaRue, Palin strode to the seated men.

"I told you turds to assume the position." he barked again to the six men riveted to their chairs in shock.

Palin turned to the nearest man, seized a handful of shirt front and threw him to the floor. The man's head hit the parquet with a dull thud. Two of the seated men stood with measured dignity, hands behind their heads. The remaining men had thrown themselves to the floor, cringing in shock beside the man already lying there. "Hmm," thought Palin, eying the two standing men, a haughty, white-haired man and one who looked like a young mirror image "Father and son? Looks like." The two standing men eyed Palin coolly in return. Palin gestured to the men cringing on the floor.

"Cuff 'em, Signal" he growled.

Signal stepped forward with a smirk, pulling black cable ties from the pocket of his kevlar jacket, and bent over the prone men. One by one he pulled their arms roughly behind their backs. He slipped a looped cable tie over each pair of wrists, drawing it tight with a grunt. Meanwhile, Striker moved to the two standing men, positioned their hands behind their backs, and cuffed them with cable ties as well. Signal stood, glanced in Palin's direction, and kicked the last man in line in the ribs.

"What now Sarge?" Signal asked.

"Separate them." Palin said coldly.

Striker grasped the elbows of the standing men and pushed them in the direction of the door into the foyer as Signal and Palin yanked the remaining men to their feet by the collars of their expensive suit jackets. Palin gave each man a shove in the direction of a plain door opposite the foyer entrance, smirking as they staggered. Signal opened the door, ushering the men roughly into a service corridor. The men were hustled down it to a dingy utility room at the end. He ordered them to sit, legs outstretched and quickly cuffed each man's left ankle to his neighbour's right.

"Just so you don't get any ideas, shit-holes!" Signal said softly (you have punctuation and text at odds with each other. If he said it softly, then you probably don't need the exclamation point), spitting between the legs of the man on the left.

The man looked at the sputum on the floor, almost at his crotch, with disgust and a little fear. He jerked in response as Palin stepped into the doorway, and barked at terse "Watch these shits," to his remaining man, then closed the door behind him.

In the AV monitoring room, Harald leaned back in his chair and picked up his cup to sip his coffee as he turned to LaRue.

"You were late." Harald said, flatly.

He turned to adjust the volume on the utility room pickup.

"Who'd have thought those four would be sheep" Signal mused, focusing his attention on the video pickup.

Harald looked at him "And that, dear boy, is why you are a goon and not a Dom." he said with (delete this and start a new sentence)a touch of scorn mingled with pride in his tone.

LaRue smiled, "Am I a good goon?" he asked. (delete)

"One of the best, according to Palin." Harald replied.

He focused his attention back to the sights and sounds coming from the utility room. Harald turned up the volume again, checking the recording status on his monitoring equipment. "Trump is such a pussy." LaRue observed quietly, going silent immediately when he saw the flash of irritation Harald directed at him. "The Donald's" voice whined out of the speakers, Harald grimaced at the tone coming from the speakers (simplify here--"Harald grimaced as "The Donald's" voice whined out the speakers)
"...know who I am?" the whining sputtered, "I'll have your jobs for this, the Chief is a personal friend of mine."
You have used whining both above and below this comment. The language is vast. Vary your word choice.)
Two of the others joined "The Donald" in whining and complaining, offering Signal increasingly large amounts of money to cut them loose and let them go. The fourth man, still a little sunned from being thrown to the floor, shook his head and sidled away from his neighbour until brought up short by his tethered ankle. He caught Signal's eye, noted his name tag.

"Cut me loose, Signal," he said calmly, "I do not wish to be associated with these cattle."

Harald leaned forward in his chair, keying Signal's command frequency.

"Do it(,)." he said.

Signal cocked his head in recognition of the order and cut the ankle tie connecting the man to the other three.

"Drag him to the Green Room." Harald ordered.

Signal grasped the man's lapels and hauled him to his feet. Signal nodded slightly in acknowledgment of the order and frog-marched the man from the utility room. He paused in the door way to turn and address the three remaining men.

"I'll be back" Signal barked with a smirk, as he closed he door.

The Donald's voice rose in volume and shrillness "Hey, what about me, cut me loose!" he shouted. Only silence answered as the men called out in growing frustration and fear.

Signal led his prisoner into a small, green room. "Sit" he snarled. The man looked at him with detachment and settled coolly onto the hard wooden chair - the only furniture in the room. Harald settled back into his chair, taking another sip of his coffee, then turned to LaRue.

"Watch and learn, goon." Harald said in a friendly manner (dialogue tags like this are almost always unnecessary and very often intrusive. They can pop the reader out of the narrative).

He turned to check the recordings of the interrogations Palin was now conducting in turn with the three men who had retained a cool front through the abuse. From time to time he nodded at the answers the men gave, jotting cryptic notes to himself on a legal pad with three columns, headed "Ford", "Houson" and "Frankelli". As the morning wore on, Harald let his attention wander to the three men in the utility room. Their voices were coarsened now from their futile shouting for attention. He tore off his first list, put it to one side and started another. Three more columns, headed "The Donald", "Hillaryman" and "Stupid". More cryptic notes filled those columns. Satisfied at last, Harald keyed Palin's command frequency.

"Take the three interogees back to the library ," Harald ordered.

He pushed back his chair, stood and stretched to relieve the morning's the tension from his back. He watched as Palin led each of the three men, separately, into the library, before turning to the door of the monitor room. LaRue jumped forward (delete) to open the door for him and Harald stepped into the foyer. Gently he placed his hand on the naked blonde girl kneeling to the right of the doorway.

"Sweets," he said fondly, "fetch Carmen and the Allisons to me (delete)."

The girl smiled up at him, eyes shining.

"At once, Sir" she replied, jumping to her feet.

She ran to the stairway, bounding up the stairs (simplify to "She bounded up the stairs.), her light chains twinkling against her pale naked (we already know she is naked -- delete) skin.

Harald watched her go, admiring her lithe form and energy, then turned to the elegant brunette kneeling on the other side of the doorway, reaching down to grasp the chain at her collar, tugging upwards slightly. She rose gracefully to her feet, Harald leaned forward to kiss her lightly on the lips, patting her gently on her pubic mound.

"Fetch coffee for four to the library, dear one." he said softly.

"At once, Master" she replied, turning slightly so Harald could stroke her clitoris lightly for a moment before patting her bottom in dismissal.

Elegant in her ballet boots, she minced across the foyer, turning down the corridor leading to the kitchen. With a gesture to LaRue to precede him, Harald turned to the library doors, LaRue opened them deferentially, and Harald strode into the room, seating himself in his chair, facing the three cuffed men standing waiting for him.

Harald made a gesture to Palin, and Palin cut the cuffs binding the three men. Palin stepped back in front of the three men, bowed slightly, and graciously gestured to the chairs.

"Please be seated gentlemen," Palin said, cordially, then moved to stand behind Harald's chair.

Harald smiled at the three seated men, all rubbing their wrists as circulation returned.

"I warned you my selection criteria were stringent and unforgiving," Harald said quietly into the silence.

He paused as the brunette entered the room. At his gesture she served the three men first, offering coffee and sweet pastries to each in turn, before kneeling before Harald and lifting the tray to him.(new paragraph here) "Some interview," the younger Ford snorted, a hint of anger in his voice. A gesture from white-haired Frankelli silenced him, as the foyer door opened, and the pretty blonde led three magnificent and naked women into the room on leashes. She led them to Harald, knelt and offered the leashes to him as the collared and leashed girls knelt and pressed their foreheads on the floor. Harald stood, opened the small library case beside his chair, drawing out three glittering steel collars. He handed the collars to the blonde, who sidled behind him on her knees as he stepped towards the three leashed girls.

"Girls," Harald said softly to the three leashed lovlies, "You've been with me for six months now, and learned the art of true service better than you ever imagined."

Harald pause, smiled fondly at the girls, patting the red-head softly on her cheek. "It's time to move on now, dear ones, and take your place as slave to a master I judge suitable for you. You have five year contracts. I expect you to serve with pride and dignity, upholding the reputation of my school. I know you'll all make me proud. At the end of your contracts, you'll return here, either for release or for further service, as I think best for you (delete)."

Harald stepped back a moment, and looked at each of the girls in turn.

"Carmen," he said, tugging gently at red-head's long hair. She bowed, and Harald unlocked the collar around her neck, letting it drop to the floor before her. "Your Master is Houson. He's a harsh man, but his desire to inflict pain is no greater than your desire for it."

He took a steel collar from the blonde and handed it to Carmen. Carmen rose and let her eyes follow the direction of Harald's gesture. She turned to face Houson, the collar held in both hands.

Harald turned to the next girl, a striking, high breasted blond.

"Pretty Allison, " he said, as she bent to let him unlock her collar. It dropped to the floor by her knees. "Training you was a delight. Your master, Ford, is young and randy, you'll match his appetite. He'll teach you sexual gymnastics that finally curl your hair,." he added with a chuckle.

Harald took a second steel collar from the blond and handed it to her." Allison rose and smiled at the youngest of the three, licking her lips as she did. She held the collar in both hands, and stepped beside Carmen.

"And last, you I will miss most of all, dearest Allison, for you are truly the one who has taken to slavery whole-heartedly." Harald said, bending (bent)to kiss her upturned lips before unlocking her collar, catching it as it began to fall.

"Serve Frankelli well, sweet slave, and deepen your submission. (delete this bit and just start the new sentence.) He will take you deeper into submission than you have ever dreamed of reaching (delete). And when your contract ends, hurry home, and enter my service permanently." Harald said, real fondness in his tone for the first time.

He took the last steel collar from the blonde and handed it to Allison. She rose, her eyes following the direction of Harald's gesture, then stepped to Carmen's left.

Harald stepped back, gave the collar he was holding to the waiting blonde, who placed it in the cabinet, before gathering up the two remaining collars and leaving the room. Harald rolled his shoulders once.

"Greet your Masters, girls." he said softly.

The three girls stepped forward gracefully, hips swaying slightly, each to her indicated owner, knelt and lifted the glittering steel to the man before her.

"Many want to buy my girls, but few deserve them." Harald said softly. "You have the strength of spirit and detachment my girls deserve. Each of you has a need your girl will meet. Use them well, they are jewels of great price."

As each man bent to attach the steel to his designated girl, Harald smiled in satisfaction. He turned watching fondly as each girl followed her new Master from the room. "Now," he thought quietly, "to deal with those miserable failures."

[H Dean]

LOL - And even though the sun is over the yardarm (somewhere) it's far too early to contemplate the joys of a good distillate. Lews - and Dean - I'll have to educate you to the joys of whiskey - Single Malt - definitely NOT Scotch - Scotch is an abomination made by diluting the flavour of fine whiskey with yesterday's bathtub product - ***weg***

Whippett, I am afraid you have very little to offer on the virtues of Whisky. Clearly, your new age spelling of the brew has shown you to be rather a Plebian on the matter. Not a surprise when considering your Newfie upbringing. I've several bottles of cask whisky in my home, a gift from the Los Angeles Chapter of the Scotch Malt Whisky Society. I use it to start the coals when I cook, thank you very much.

Meanwhile, I do hope you fully enjoy the rich taste of the major imported beer you Canuks are so fond of drinking; Budweiser. You Canadians are so discerning.

[Whippett]

Meanwhile, I do hope you fully enjoy the rich taste of the major imported beer you Canuks are so fond of drinking; Budweiser. You Canadians are so discerning.

Why Dean - we agree! Gasp - And I didn't think you Americans knew anything about the real Budweiser - mmmmm Budwesier Budwar from the Czech Republic - truly a fine beer!

[Whippett]

Thank you all for your words and suggestions - here's revision 2:

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Finishing School


A siren on the street far below cut through the lull in the conversation.

"Bugger it! Now what!" thought Harald, walking to the window, peering down to the street far below as a squad car pulled up in front of the building. He shrugged, turned back to his six guests. Though they were seated at ease around the room, they still eyeing each other distrustfully. He shook himself mentally, this weekend was not going according to Hoyle. He was not in the least amused.

Harald sat and rang the little silver bell as the security buzzer from the lobby sounded. He rang the bell. A naked young woman entered the room, and fell into a deep curtsy in answer to his summons. Harald gestured for her to answer the buzzer. She rose with grace. The men watched her lithe, leggy form with open lust as she left the room.

"Time to separate the sheep from the goats," he thought, hoping the sound of his private elevator meant what he thought it did. He chuckled mentally and thought of the shearing that was to come. He eyeed the six in speculation.

"Well, gentlemen, shall we get down to business?" he said. "As you are aware, I have stringent methods to determine your fitness for what you seek."

His guests shuffled in their chairs in expectation, eyes riveted to Harald's tight smile, then turned to face the library door as a shriek and crash sounded from the entry foyer. Some of the men leaped to their feet in consternation, but Harald's growled "Sit" settled them again, though several of the men looked decidedly uneasy. The library door crashed open, startling the men again. Four burly police officers crashed into the room, guns drawn, pushing the naked girl before them. Harald flicked his fingers in dismissal, and with another curtsy, the pretty girl eased past the cops, pausing briefly to allow the Sergeant leading the small squad to slide his hand over her pussy.

"At last," Harald thought, "Palin and his men are here. Late, and not running the scene I ordered. He and I will discuss that, later." he mused, "There's also his familiarity with my staff. Hmmm, but this has promise."

He stood as 'Sergeant' Palin barked a terse "On your feet, turds, this is a raid."

Palin gestured in Harald's direction, addressing one of his men. "Take that one outside. He's the ringleader, we'll deal with him separately." Harald was amused to see the man Palin had detailed to him wore a patch declaring he was called "LaRue". With his back to his guests, Harald allowed himself a small smile as he read the name-tags of the other men, "Signal" and "Striker". "Trust Palin to drop subtle hints," he thought with a touch of mental laughter, "names related to whips. I wonder if any of the sheep have wit enough to puzzle at the 'coincidence' of names."

As he closed the library door, shutting off sight of the men still in the room, LaRue's touch became more deferential. Harald and La Rue turned aside from the elevator, opening a concealed door. They entered a room full of audio-visual monitoring equipment. LaRue strode to the credenza at the back of the room, and poured a cup of coffee as Harald settled into the swivel chair before the banked equipment. He placed the cup beside Harald's hand and stepped back.

When the door had closed on Harald and LaRue, Palin strode to the seated men.

"I told you turds to assume the position." he barked again to the six men riveted to their chairs in shock.

Palin turned to the nearest man, seized a handful of shirt front and threw him to the floor. The man's head hit the parquet with a dull thud. Two of the seated men stood with measured dignity, hands behind their heads. The remaining men had thrown themselves to the floor, cringing in shock beside the man already lying there. "Hmm," thought Palin, eying the two standing men, a haughty, white-haired man and one who looked like a young mirror image "Father and son? Looks like." The two standing men eyed Palin coolly in return. Palin gestured to the men cringing on the floor.

"Cuff 'em, Signal" he growled.

Signal stepped forward with a smirk, pulling black cable ties from the pocket of his kevlar jacket, and bent over the prone men. One by one he pulled their arms roughly behind their backs. He slipped a looped cable tie over each pair of wrists, drawing it tight with a grunt. Meanwhile, Striker moved to the two standing men, positioned their hands behind their backs, and cuffed them with cable ties as well. Signal stood, glanced in Palin's direction, and kicked the last man in line in the ribs.

"What now Sarge?" Signal asked.

"Separate them." Palin said coldly.

Striker grasped the elbows of the standing men and pushed them in the direction of the door into the foyer as Signal and Palin yanked the remaining men to their feet by the collars of their expensive suit jackets. Palin gave each man a shove in the direction of a plain door opposite the foyer entrance, smirking as they staggered. Signal opened the door, ushering the men roughly into a service corridor. The men were hustled down it to a dingy utility room at the end. He ordered them to sit, legs outstretched and quickly cuffed each man's left ankle to his neighbour's right.

"Just so you don't get any ideas, shit-holes." he said softly, spitting between the legs of the man on the left.

The man looked at the sputum on the floor, almost at his crotch, with disgust and a little fear. He jerked in response as Palin stepped into the doorway, and barked at terse "Watch these shits," to his remaining man, then closed the door behind him.

In the AV monitoring room, Harald leaned back in his chair and picked up his cup to sip his coffee as he turned to LaRue.

"You were late." Harald said, flatly.

He turned to adjust the volume on the utility room pickup.

"Who'd have thought those four would be sheep" Signal mused, focusing his attention on the video pickup.

Harald looked at him "And that, dear boy, is why you are a goon and not a Dom." A touch of scorn mingled with pride in his tone.

LaRue smiled, "Am I a good goon?"

"One of the best, according to Palin." Harald replied.

He focused his attention back to the sights and sounds coming from the utility room. Harald turned up the volume again, checking the recording status on his monitoring equipment. "Trump is such a pussy." LaRue observed quietly, going silent immediately when he saw the flash of irritation Harald directed at him. Harald grimaced as "The Donald's" voice whined out of the speakers.

"...know who I am?" the querilous tone sputtered, "I'll have your jobs for this, the Chief is a personal friend of mine."

Two of the others joined "The Donald" in complaining, offering Signal increasingly large amounts of money to cut them loose and let them go. The fourth man, still a little sunned from being thrown to the floor, shook his head and sidled away from his neighbour until brought up short by his tethered ankle. He caught Signal's eye, noted his name tag

"Cut me loose, Signal" he said calmly, "I do not wish to be associated with these cattle."

Harald leaned forward in his chair, keying Signal's command frequency.

"Do it,." he said.

Signal cocked his head in recognition of the order and cut the ankle tie connecting the man to the other three.

"Drag him to the Green Room." Harald ordered.

Signal grasped the man's lapels and hauled him to his feet. Signal nodded slightly in acknowledgement of the order and frog-marched the man from the utility room. He paused in the door way to turn and address the three remaining men.

"I'll be back" he barked with a smirk, as he closed he door.

The Donald's voice rose in volume and shrillness "Hey, what about me, cut me loose!" he shouted. Only silence answered as the men called out in growing frustration and fear.

Signal led his prisoner into a small, green room. "Sit" he snarled. The man looked at him with detachment and settled coolly onto the hard wooden chair - the only furniture in the room. Harald settled back into his chair, took another sip of his coffee, then turned to LaRue.

"Watch and learn, goon." Harald said.

He turned to check the recordings of the interrogations Palin was now conducting in turn with the three men who had retained a cool front through the abuse. From time to time he nodded at the answers the men gave, jotting cryptic notes to himself on a legal pad with three columns, headed "Ford", "Houson" and "Frankelli". As the morning wore on, Harald let his attention wander to the three men in the utility room. Their voices were coarsened now from their futile shouting for attention. He tore off his first list, put it to one side and started another. Three more columns, headed "The Donald", "Hillaryman" and "Stupid". More cryptic notes filled those columns. Satisfied at last, Harald keyed Palin's command frequency.

"Take the three interogees back to the library, " Harald ordered.

He pushed back his chair, stood and stretched to relieve the morning's the tension from his back. He watched as Palin led each of the three men, separately, into the library, before turning to the door of the monitor room. LaRue jumped to open the door for him and Harald stepped into the foyer. Gently he placed his hand on the naked blond girl kneeling to the right of the doorway.

"Sweets," he said fondly, "fetch Carmen and the Allisons.".

The girl smiled up at him, eyes shining,

"At once, Sir" she replied, jumping to her feet.

She bounding up the stairs, her light chains twinkling against her pale skin.

Harald watched her go, admiring her lithe form and energy, then turned to the elegant brunette kneeling on the other side of the doorway, reaching down to grasp the chain at her collar, tugging upwards slightly. She rose gracefully to her feet, Harald leaned forward to kiss her lightly on the lips, patting her gently on her pubic mound.

"Fetch coffee for four to the library, dear one." he said softly.

"At once, Master" she replied, turning slightly so Harald could stroke her clitoris lightly for a moment before patting her bottom in dismissal.

Elegant in her ballet boots, she minced across the foyer, turning down the corridor leading to the kitchen. With a gesture to LaRue to precede him, Harald turned to the library doors, LaRue opened them deferentially, and Harald strode into the room, seating himself in his chair, facing the three cuffed men standing waiting for him.

Harald made a gesture to Palin, and Palin cut the cuffs binding the three men. Palin stepped back in front of the three men, bowed slightly, and deferentialy gestured to the chairs.

"Please be seated gentlemen" Paline said cordially, then moved to stand behind Harald's chair.

Harald smiled at the three seated men, all rubbing their wrists as circulation returned.

"I warned you my selection criteria were stringent and unforgiving" Harald said quietly into the silence.

He paused as the brunette entered the room. At his gesture she served the three men first, offering coffee and sweet pastries to each in turn, before kneeling before Harald and lifting the tray to him.

"Some interview" the younger Ford snorted, a hint of anger in his voice. A gesture from white-haired Frankelli silenced him, as the foyer door opened, and the pretty blonde led three magnificent and naked women into the room on leashes. She led them to Harald, knelt and offered the leashes to him as the collared and leashed girls knelt and pressed their foreheads on the floor. Harald stood, opened the small library case beside his chair, drawing out three glittering steel collars. He handed the collars to the blonde, who sidled behind him on her knees as he stepped towards the three leashed girls.

"Girls," Harald said softly to the three leashed lovlies, "You've been with me for six months now, and learned the art of true service better than you ever imagined."

Harald pause, smiled fondly at the girls, patting the red-head softly on her cheek. "It's time to move on now, dear ones, and take your place as slave to a master I judge suitable for you. You have five year contracts. I expect you to serve with pride and dignity, upholding the reputation of my school. I know you'll all make me proud. At the end of your contracts, you'll return here, either for release or for further service, as I think best."

Harald stepped back a moment, and looked at each of the girls in turn.

"Carmen," he said, tugging gently at red-head's long hair. She bowed, and Harald unlocked the collar around her neck, letting it drop to the floor before her. "Your Master is Houson. He's a harsh man, but his desire to inflict pain is no greater than your desire for it."

He took a steel collar from the blond and handed it to Carmen. Carmen rose and let her eyes follow the direction of Harald's gesture. She turned to face Houson, the collar held in both hands.

Harald turned to the next girl, a striking, high breasted blond.

"Pretty Allison, " he said, as she bent to let him unlock her collar. It dropped to the floor by her knees. "Training you was a delight. Your master, Ford, is young and randy, you'll match his appetite. He'll teach you sexual gymnastics that finally curl your hair,." he added with a chuckle.

Harald took a second steel collar from the blond and handed it to her." Allison rose and smiled at the youngest of the three, licking her lips as she did. She held the collar in both hands, and stepped beside Carmen.

"And last, you I will miss most of all, dearest Allison, for you are truly the one who has taken to slavery whole-heartedly." Harald said, as he bent to kiss her upturned lips before unlocking her collar, catching it as it began to fall.

"Serve Frankelli well, sweet slave. He will take you deeper into submission than you have ever dreamed. And when your contract ends, hurry home, and enter my service permanently." Harak=ld said, real fondness entering his tone for the first time.

He took the last steel collar from the blonde and handed it to Allison. She rose, her eyes following the direction of Harald's gesture, then stepped to Carmen's left.

Harald stepped back, gave the collar he was holding to the waiting blond, who placed it in the cabinet, before gathering up the two remaining collars and leaving the room. Harald rolled his shoulders once.

"Greet your Masters, girls." he said softly.

The three girls stepped forward gracefully, hips swaying slightly, each to her indicated owner, knelt and lifted the glittering steel to the man before her.

"Many want to buy my girls, but few deserve them." Harald said softly. "You have the strength of spirit and detachment my girls deserve. Use them well, they are jewels of great price." As each man bent to attach the steel to his designated girl, Harald walked forward, squeezed each girl lightly on the shoulder, bent and whispered to each in turn "Serve well and with pride, and come home again when you are released."

He stood back, watching fondly as each girl followed her new Master from the room. "Now," he thought quietly, "to deal with those miserable failures."

[Whippett]

Forgive me, my dear friends, for being so gauche as to actually post something on topic in this thread. But before i do, my dear Whippett, for the record using switches for anything but creating lovely, stinging stripes on skin is certainly blasphemy. Especially if the switches are from a willow. Shame on you!

Excellent first assignment. Now i must consult my torture manual to concoct your next assignment. {insert maniacal laughter here}

Dearest muse - I would only ever use a freshly cut birch switch on as pretty a bottom as yours. The switches to which I referred are used ones. I never use a switch twice, but find that the sweat that adheres to the "business" end after a thorough switching adds a piquancy to marshmallow - even the semi-edible 'Kraft' variety.

Willow I abhor as being far to soft to provide the sting that should accompany a good birching. Now, be a good girl and go and cut a dozen suitable birch switches from the grove behind the garage and bring them to me. I'll use the finest on you directly.