“Mister Albergist is here, ma’am.”
Madame rose, papers in hand and turned to Pussy Slave. “Let’s go.” She enjoyed
seeing her pet blush. The girl was so embarrassed to be seen nearly naked in front of men.
She led the way, trailed by the girl. At the library doors, she paused, making her back
more erect and taking a deep breath. Then she opened the doors with a flourish and strode
through.
“Mister Albergist! Welcome to Chateau de Obeissance.”
Albergist stood immediately, his six-two frame seemingly taller. Perhaps that was
due to his handmade Seville Row suit or his perfectly manicured dark hair with just a
touch of gray at the temples. He looked like an urbane model in an expensive liquor ad.
“Madame Lévesque! It’s nice to finally meet you.” He bowed slightly. His eyes
drifted beyond her to see the nearly naked girl, her head down. She hunched, as if trying
to hide her small breasts. “And what’s this? A trainee, perhaps?”
“This is Pussy Slave. My personal valet.” Madame relished the reaction of her guests
when they learned her name, for it described her duties so well. The girl blushed red and
Albergist smiled broadly.
“Oh, my, you naughty woman!” He said to Madame. “I’m sure you’ve trained her well.”
“I’m trying, but she’s so willful sometimes, aren’t you, girl?”
Pussy Slave looked up, startled to be addressed. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Turn around and show Mr. Albergist your bright red ass.”
She blushed as she obeyed. Albergist whistled at the marks.
He pointed to her chastity belt. “You’ve got her all trussed up. Has she been bad?”
Madame smiled. “No, that’s just part of her training. She needs to get her mind off
cocks and onto clits, right?”
Albergist laughed out loud, his booming voice sending thrills through the older
woman. She wouldn’t mind a dalliance with this handsome man. Then again, she tried not to
mix business with pleasure.
“How long have you locked her up like that?”
“On and off, about eight months. She has a very bad tendency to masturbate when left
alone, don’t you, Slave?”
Pussy Slave stared at the floor, her flush reappearing on her neck and chest. “Yes,
Mistress.”
“No doubt she was daydreaming about cocks, so I put an end to that. But she’s coming
along nicely now. She’s become a decent Pussy Slave, despite her flaws.”
Albergist laughed again, a throatier, chuckling sound. Madame recognized it as a
signal he wanted to get down to business.
“So, you’ve come to discuss some training need you have?”
“Yes, Madame. My girlfriend, Andrea. She’s a wonderful woman, though a bit willful
for my tastes. She’s agreed to come here for some training, provided I approve of what I
see here.”
Madame knew very well what he meant. There were so many different training
facilities, some little more than dungeons, that clients wanted some reassurance that
their loved ones wouldn’t be overly abused. It remained a dichotomy, as a facility needed
some harshness in order to achieve results, yet no one wanted to see a slave mentally
damaged.
“Of course, my good fellow. I will take you around personally to show you what
Chateau de Obeissance has to offer. I can assure you, we run a very professional
organization.”
| 
