'Come here Susan.' He told her.
Susan came to stand in front of him. She stood with her legs parted slightly and her hands clasped behind her neck, her breasts thrusting forward. He slid his hand between her legs and with his fingers, he parted her lips.
'Soon, Susan is going to have her c**t pierced to match her nipples. Again that is something I enjoy and I’m sure Susan will love it too, won't you girl?'
'Yes Sir, I will. I can't wait.' Susan smiled.
'Turn and bend over.' The Major told Susan.
She turned and bent forward at the waist, her hands moving back and gripping her ass cheeks, pulling them apart. Hannah watched in amazement as the Major said. 'That is the position a slave takes when someone wants to inspect her. Susan knew that was what I wanted, without me having to tell her. She is learning well. Good girl, you may stand and go to the kneeling bench.' He gave her ass a sharp slap as a reward. Susan straightened up and went to stand at what looked like a prayer stool.
'You will soon learn all these things, but there is one thing I need to sort sooner rather than later with you. Come.' The Major rose and walked over to the bench and Hannah followed.
'Remove your jacket Hannah.' He told her.
Reluctantly she undid the button and slid it from her shoulders. Her nipples hardened as the cool air caressed them as she folded the jacked and placed it with Susan's.
Returning the bench, she waited for the Major to tell her what he wanted. She didn't wait for long as she felt his hand on her back as he pushed her towards the bench, made her kneel on the soft part and bent her body forward over it. The upright was at waist height, so her body was bent right forward and without being asked, Susan gripped both of her wrists and pulled her forward over it.