Chapter Ten
At half past seven, when Beau saw the dining room door open, every seat but one was taken. Every cushion but two, on either side of that seat, were vacant. The chair belonged to Vivianne; the cushions to Lucy and Harrison. The Mistress entered with both, each on a leash, each on their hands and knees, following her along very much like the Countess’ little poodles would have done. Harrison seemed not to mind that his c**k and balls swayed beneath him as he moved. In fact, he appeared to be quite proud of his endowments. Lucy moved in fear and haste, the belt returned and harness still in place. Her breasts jiggled with every movement and her head hung down. With her hair pulled back in a braid as he’d ordered, it was now not so easy for her to hide her face and the shame it co
