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A Talendar for Shirley (6) by Peony D Beckside

A Talendar for Shirley (5) by Peony D Beckside

Tales of Drysdale House (16) by Tracker, Pulled Back In (3)

The Paga Diaries (43) by Arizona Wanderer

A Talendar for Shirley (4) by Peony D Beckside

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A Talendar for Shirley (6) by Peony D Beckside

 A Talendar for Shirley

Peony D Beckside

With acknowledgement and thanks to John Norman for creating the world of Gor, in which this story is set.

Chapter Six: Reality With A Bump!

 

The building is solid, almost forbidding, like one would expect the facade of one of those old Victorian prisons.  The blue and yellow banners somehow don’t alleviate the exterior drabness.  Master swings the big solid door knocker.  The sound echoes back within the building.  A man in robes similar to those of Master opens the door.

“Is this the house of Thromberg?”

“It is, Caste Brother.  How may we be of assistance.”

“May I speak with your Proprietor?  Assuming that’s not yourself?”

“No,  Perhaps one day I might have a house of my own.  Do come in, I’ll call Stephanis Thromberg.”

Tale 17. Sorry no Talel 17 this week. The writing did not come together. Chapter being re-written

A Talendar for Shirley (5) by Peony D Beckside

 

Chapter Five: A New World!

 

I unchain my slut, pulling her gently by her arm.  We descend some steps from my rooms.  There’s a pool in the courtyard.  Not quite a swimming pool, but more a plunge pool.  It’s kept warm by the hypocaust^[1] system.  I hand Shirley a pan-like container and some soap.  I sit on a stone bench

“Wash me, girl.  All of me.”