Richard looked down at Sydney, naked, leashed, and in her heavy chains, and looked at Ilsa, who gave and all but imperceptible nod and smile, the meaning of which would be lost on all but Richard. Richard turned to His two acquaintances and said, Ilsa and I have some things to attend to. But we’d love to catch up over dinner?”



Sebastian said, That would be fine, Richard. I have some business to see to as well. Shall We meet in the dining room at 6:00? I’ll reserve a table for us. Oh, I just remembered, they’re doing things a bit differently this year. If You wish to reserve a slave for the evening or night, You must fill out a request card. Anyone’s slave is available. The only restriction is that You may not reserve Your own slave.”



Where are the reservation cards, Sebastian, Ilsa inquired?



At the main desk in the lobby. All You have to do is fill in the stall number of the slave You want, and put down Your room number. The slave will be delivered to Your room by 10:00PM.”



Thank You, Sebastian, Richard added, shaking His friend’s hand.



So Richard and Ilsa, with Sydney in tow, left the bar and walked to the desk and got their reservation cards, and then they went out of the main building, heading out to the lawn where the slaves were tethered.



I wish to view them all, Richard, Ilsa said as they neared the stalls of slaves. Let’s start with number one and wok our way through them, shall We?”



That’s fine with Me, Ilsa.”



The next ninety minutes were spent walking down the aisles inspecting the slaves and reading the information on charts posted in each stall. The charts contained vital information regarding each slave, such as their age, height, weight, and piercings, brands or tattoos, and what their specific training involved. Sydney was in awe not just at the variety of them; male and female, young and old, black, Asian, and white; but also at the number of them, which had now swelled to over forty. She was also very aware of te fact that none of them looked Sir Richard, Mistress Ilsa, or even her in the face. They kept their heads down, averting their eyes from the scrutinizing examinations.



When they started down the third aisle, Sydney spotted her mother. A thin and frail elderly woman was inspecting her and reading the chart of information about her. She looked like a stereotypical grandmother with her white hair pulled back in a severe bun and matronly dress that fell to mid-calf.



The sound of Sydney’s chains rattling caused the old woman to look away from what she was reading and to seek out the source of the noise. Mildred, Ilsa exclaimed. It’s so good to see You! How are You feeling?”



Much better, thank You, Ilsa. Much better! It was just a bout of angina, but it kept Me confined for a few weeks. Mildred”s eyes drifted to Sir Richard, and She added, Aren’t You going to introduce me to Your friends?”



Of course, how rude of me. Mildred, I would like to present Sir Richard, and His slave’s daughter, Sydney. Richard, this is My dearest friend, Mildred Donovan.”



At the mention of Sydney’s name, cumslut looked up. She was horrified to see her shackled and naked, and let out an audible gasp. Sydney blushed when her Mother reacted to her. Mildred didn’t pick up on the interaction, but Ilsa and Richard did., and both of Them glared at cumslut, forcing her to turn her eyes away from her daughter. The tears falling from her face were the only hints of recognition then.



The conversation was light, mostly regarding the auction Sunday and which slaves they were considering having consigned to them for the night. All agreed that they should take dinner together and catch up. As they parted ways, neither Richard, nor Ilsa, nor Sydney spoke even one word to cumslut, as she sat tethered on the grass in her stall. They just walked on, perusing the other slaves in that aisle.



That evening, Ilsa and Richard dined with Sebastian, Alan, Mildred, and the woman Mildred was sponsoring for membership in the society. Sydney knelt at the feet of Sir Richard and Mistress Ilsa, naked in her chains, eating whatever scraps they deigned to feed her. When the meal was finished and the coffee, tea and desserts had been ordered, the Society President, Angela Cummings, started the annual meeting. The first order of business was the voting on membership for the eight prospective new members. Then She introduced the chairs of the various committees, buildings and grounds, finance, social and membership, for their reports.



The buildings and grounds chair took the most time to present His report. The report included repairs they deemed necessary on the main building, and the proposed acquisition of an additional four hundred and ten acres of land, which would increase their privacy, and bring the total to just under one thousand acres.



The finance report was very favorable, showing a healthy balance in the treasury. The Chair told the members that the sales of videos and dvd’s was up. Membership in the Society web site was increasing as well, with Their new webMaster up-dating the site bi-weekly. Sales of bdsm equipment and implements was growing as well, both in local stores and on line.



The final report was on new products. Angela introduced the sub-contractor for they had hired for product manufacture and sales for this part of the meeting. A middle aged man took the podium and addressed the assembly. Good evening, everyone. Thank You all for having me hear tonight. For those of You whom I haven’t met, my name is Derek Marcks, and I have been put in charge of production for your Society. I have some products which I feel are just what will make Your catalogue the best that there is, and will compliment your existing lines.



Our first slaves will be modeling our expanded and improved line of slave collars. As he began his introduction, naked slaves, both male and female, began walking slowly through the dining room door and walking around the tables, affording everyone a clear view of the collar each was wearing. Some of the collars were leather, and some were steel. Some buckled on, or used velcro. Some used snap fasteners, while a few had hasps and locks. Two, which Marcks pointed out with pride, were meant to be welded on.



The final collar we have is a very innovative improvement on a standard theme of discipline collar. As You all can see, it is quite high, with cut-outs in the chin and back of the head, forcing the head up nice and straight. It is lined in satin, your choice of sapphire blue, ruby red, or jet black.”



He paused, giving everyone a chance to see the collar on the slave. But what makes this collar so desirable, He added, is that hidden in the back, there is a remote operated air pump, which, when activated, pumps up the inside of the collar, all three hundred and sixty degrees of it, slowly constricting the blood flow to the slave’s head, but without choking. You can bring about unconsciousness gradually.



This collar will, of course, be sold with cautions and a disclaimer about it’s use and the potential dangers. But I feel that in the right hands, this can be a very useful tool for training your slave.