New Slaves Struggle to Please

Two fresh slaves—Dylan Ryan, the pixie, and Juliette March, the tramp—hit the House floor in 2011. Both are used to coaxing quick orgasms from men, but this place demands more. They start on their knees, wrists locked behind them, legs spread, bodies straining to hold the rigid “bookend” pose. A cane lands on each bare ass; they bite back moans and lock their spines straighter. Soon they’re on their backs, bound at wrist and ankle, legs folded to their chests so their holes gape for the house’s pleasure. Tramp comes hard and sudden, squirting across the polished wood. The Steward pushes her face to the floor and makes her tongue every slick inch clean. He turns his attention to Pixie, pinching and twisting her small, sensitive nipples until she yelps; each twist earns Tramp permission to bury her tongue between Pixie’s legs. Pain trades for wet, hungry pleasure. At last the Steward poses the final test: both slaves must come using only their cunts and the furniture beneath them—no hands, no feet, no mouths. Bound and desperate, they grind and buck until their bodies shake and slick evidence runs down their thighs. In 2011, two new slaves proved they just might belong.