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Attitude Correction
(Miranda Birch)

"Anyway, you must be tired after your long drive, so let's first have a nice refreshing cup of tea. Luncheon will be any time you like between twelve and three. And then maybe you'd like to try one of the rides?" 



Victoria's first shock (of many) came when the waiter came to take their order. He was a youngish chap, tall, well-built, not bad-looking -- and stark bollock naked! Victoria stared. He avoided her gaze. He looked very anxious. His hair was cropped close, and every trace of body hair had been completely removed. His limp penis was closely confined in a narrow, curved metal tube, with a padlock dangling from the base. Ms Hammond noticed the direction of her gaze. 



"Stops them playing with themselves," she said with a laugh. 



Victoria nodded and tried to appear as though she'd seen it all before. Oh it did give her a thrill, to see this nude brute standing oh-so-compliantly before them, waiting to serve, with his cock locked up, clearly fully under female control! 



"So, tea?" 



"That would be lovely." 



Ms Hammond nodded to the slave, who bowed low and scurried away. Victoria lost a little of her composure again at that, for when he turned she saw a pert bottom -- criss-crossed with a dozen or so vivid red welts! 



"Someone was a naughty boy, it would seem," said Ms Hammond drily, seeing the direction of her guest's awed stare. 



"Oh, so you do..." 



"My dear, spare the rod, spoil the slave-boy!" 



"Gosh!" 



Victoria was shocked. But also, she was beginning to fell she would like it here! 



"So how do you get your... er... your `staff'?" 



"Oh, our slaves come from all over in all sorts of ways. Wrathful wives wanting to punish an errant husband... older ladies wanting to teach a recalcitrant toy-boy a lesson..." 



She winked at Victoria, who flushed slightly. 



"So they are not here for good?" 



"Mostly not, but some are." 



The slave arrived with their tea. There was a brief silence as he laid out the tea things, and poured. He made to leave, but Ms Hammond curtly ordered, "stay!". Victoria noticed that the man adopted a posture of rigid attention and stood motionless, outside the shade of the sun-shade, in the hot sun. 



"This one here," Ms Hammond then continued, "was sent here by his Mistress after he refused to become her full-time personal slave. He was treating it all as a bit of a game, apparently. I think this rather resonates with your situation, hmmm?" 



Victoria nodded silently, unable to take her eyes of the naked male standing oh-so-submissively before them. Ms Hammond looked the slave up and down, then continued: 



"Apparently she is quite infatuated with him. Anyway, she was sure that six months as a slave-boy here would make him positively eager for the comparatively easy life as her personal slave! She will be here next month, for a touching little ceremony in which he will beg on his knees to be enslaved, and then, after he has signed a few documents -- testifying that he is doing this of his own free will, giving over control of his flat, car and bank accounts to her, that sort of thing -- he will, no doubt to his considerable relief, at long last be leaving us. It has been a very long five months for him, if I am any judge!"