The path from where he was hosed down, meanders through a rose garden and through yet another doorway in a thick cedar hedge. Unlike the door that Lady Vicky used a key card on earlier. This one Jennifer had to enter a code into a keypad before hearing the lock mechanism disengage. "We can't be too careful, " Jenifer comments looking back over her perfect golden tan body from having to be naked all the time. "We can't risk having all you, pets, racing off on us now, can we, " she said giggling as she pushes the door open. "After you, " Jenifer waves Baby Doll through still holding the leash.
(Click, shhh! Clunk) can be heard from the door as it locks, when Jenifer pushes it close. "So, Sam what do you think of your new home, " she asks feeling confident that she would not get in trouble for using the nickname, which ironically, and unbeknownst to Jenifer and quite amusing to Baby Doll, is the fact that in actuality, his real name is Samuel. Jenifer knew all but one of the dommes were at the main house to eat supper, and the one on duty is in their comfortable air-conditioned offices. The only other climate-controlled areas were the bedrooms and the main house of course.
Sam, wasn't quite sure what to think of his new home. He's standing in yet another manicured courtyard surrounded by a thick cedar hedge that no naked person would dare try to escape through. The area has a resort look to it. Over to one side, a bar area can be seen with several outside tables to sit at. A refreshing huge in-ground pool sat just off to the side off the bar with reclining deck chairs around it. There is even a sign over a window that says (Ice Cream). On the other side of the courtyard sits this huge red building. It resembles a barn on the outside, but Sam presumes that there is more to the inside than hay bales and pitchforks.
"Follow me, pet. I'll show your room to you, " Jenifer beckons with a smile and a gentle tug on Sam's leash. The two walk across the courtyard toward a large open sliding door. There's a second smaller man door next to the larger one, with a sign above it stating "STABLES". Jenifer leads Sam through the large sliding door into the main corridor of the Dormitory for trainees. Peter was grateful for the coolness that is created by being out of the direct sunlight, and the gentle breeze blowing through the build, brought on by the second sliding door is open on the opposite side of the corridor.
For his part, Sam is surprised and relieved by what he sees in front of him. When he first saw the sign stating, Stables, he had imagined just that. A dinghy rundown area with smelly stalls with hay in them to sleep on. Not here, the place remains rustic looking with the use of stained boards and rod iron antiques. Otherwise, the place looks modern and comfortable with big leather chairs and sofas to sit down on, along with a huge TV to watch. He can also see a kitchenette off to one side.
The one thing that Sam does notice that gives the place a barn vibe is the sliding stall looking doors that line both sides of the corridor. Right now Sam observes that all the doors are closed with the exception of one. Jenifer is following Sam's eyes and she notices when they stopped on the open door. "That one is yours," says Jenifer, "It's all ready for you, " she declares. "Come on, I'll show you, " she beckons and tugs on the leash.
We reach the door and Jenifer say as she waves her hand indicating to go in, "go on in Sam, check out your new digs." Sam steps across the threshold to have a look. As he passes Jenifer he receives a whack on his ass. "Well, what do you think of it?" Jenifer inquires. Sam looks around and doesn’t see any amount of hay to sleep on, or a trough to eat and drink from. What he sees is a comfortable resort suite, with the exception of a few eyes hooks placed here and there. He has a TV to watch, a sound system to listen to music with, and a laptop sitting on a desk. He has two comfy recliners and a sofa to relax on. But where the coffee table should be sits and odd-looking bench with a lot of eye hooks. Jenifer must've noticed his puzzled look. “It a spanking bench, but some of the trainers prefer calling it a whipping horse,” Jenifer offers to try to be insightful.
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