Periclitatio Serva ~ Closed for Marauder 13

[MsAphrodite]

Periclitatio Serva



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Closed for myself and Marauder 13.
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She was in a circular private viewing room kneeling in the middle of a soft pool of defused light which for the moment represented her whole world, covered from head to foot in a soft gray cloak only her startling eyes and serene face were visible, staring straight ahead. This was her destiny she had been created for what was about to happen. She was to find a Dominant, and would be sold to the highest bidder. Her heart was pounding in her chest not out of fear but out of pure excitement. It never occurred to seventeen to worry about who this would be or if they would cherish or abuse her all that mattered was that she would be owned, she would belong. All her many years of training had been a lead up to this, it was her kismet, the pleasing of another in all ways; physically, emotionally, intellectually! To find her Master would complete her as a woman, seventeen had known no other reality in her short life, she wanted none……..

Suddenly a disembodied voice came from the speakers hidden in the walls; it startled her causing her heart to skitter in her chest. She had a single moment of trepidation, what if the faceless ones behind the glass failed to find her pleasing?


"Slave No 17 stand, remove your robe. Present for viewing!"


Seventeen arose in one fluid movement allowing the robe to fall and puddle softly around her dainty feet; she was totally nude beneath it, her waist long hair lying in a single thick braid down her slender back almost touching an exquisitely formed derrière.

Stepping in front of her robe she placed one pointed toe in front and slightly to one side, as she gracefully raised both arms upwards above her head crossing them at the wrists, her actions lifting and accentuating her beautiful breasts. Her movements were like those of a dancer preparing for the opening stanza to her music. One beat…. two beats and then she began to move….

Slowly, fluidly, using her pointed toe to pivot her around on her supporting leg, she turned full circle for their viewing pleasure. The music was in this beauty’s head and any who watched her could clearly hear it resonating through their respective souls. One would have to be dead not to be moved by the vision before them. Seventeen took her time, her small sensuous motions seamless, giving her observers a clear view of all that she had to offer them, it seemed as if she were moving in slow motion.


"Kneel 17!"


She sunk down to the floor and knelt, her slender fingers interlaced behind her head, her elbows pushed backwards, her lovely back a graceful arc, her tummy tight, and her eyes demurely downcast. Slowly, she opened her thighs; there was no place for modesty in this sacred place. She opened them to a seemingly impossible distance revealing her private charms to all that had eyes to see them. Her Venus mound was smooth, swollen and very much aroused; small pearls of her sweet juices could be seen clinging to the puffy pink inner lips. Her breathing deepened as she struggled for control causing her breasts to rise and fall as if begging for attention.

What would this unseen buyer see as her looked down upon her?

Seventeen knew that she was pleasing to the eye she did after all see her reflection every day in ballet class. To keep her mind firmly off her arousal she took a mental inventory of what her new potential Master might see.

She was petite in stature with the most minuscule of waists tapering into a pair of long beautifully sculptured legs that seemed to go on forever. Her breasts were small but full, her aureoles huge islands of the deepest pink perfection, each tipped by a pouty tempting nipple. Nipples which at this moment were proudly standing, twin hard peeks of feminine arousal, as if waiting for a pair of fingers to touch and twist. "Stop! " she told herself firmly continuing on with her self appraisal. Her face she considered normal except for a pair of startlingly blue eyes which could change to the deepest violet when she was aroused, diluting to the palest of blues when she became afraid.

Seventeen of course wouldn't view it as such yet her crowning glory was in fact her long thick, wavy hair. Golden brown it was interlaced with highlights of the purest gold; it looked like the sun descended from heavens to personally interweave moon beams throughout its luscious strands.

Her inner dialog stopped as she heard the heavy door swish open and her heart beat accelerated with anticipation...

She kept her eyes routed to the floor as she was appraised. The man who might buy her radiated Dominance and something else she couldn't define it almost made her skin begin to crawl.

He ran a calloused hand down her soft arm and over the curve of her hip before pausing at her tender inner thigh. Settling his bulk between her knees he squatted down, she could smell his power and something darker yet. His hand left her thigh to probe none to gently her soft inner recesses before tugging and twisting at her sensitive labia. He trailed a finger up her belly testing the weight of first one young breast then the other before rubbing his thumb over an already aroused nipple. It was disconcerting even to one trained such as she was. Throughout it all she never broke protocol, not even when without warning he roughly grasped her nipple and viciously twisted it while holding the other to her sex as if testing her reactions. Seventeen stifled her small yelp of pain remaining outwardly composed even when her chin was raised and she looked into a pair of the coldest, darkest obsidian eyes.

“ Little one you don’t respond as I would wish to pain, that will change should I decide to buy you”

Her eyes were almost devoid of color as she watched him leave, it took all of her will not to tremble. Seventeen had been fully trained as to what type of Master she might encounter in this respect she was not naive. Whomever bought her she would serve with diligence. Still growing up she like teenage girls the world over had girlish fantasies; one was that she would be eventually sold to a Master who would come to love and cherish her.

No other came to inspect her not a single one and as the seconds ticked away into minutes the young girl began to feel the first stirrings of fear settle deep within the pit of her belly.


What if?

 

[marauder13]

Journal Entry - Day #1

Today, I finally reach the culmination of nearly 2 years of hard work, as well as somewhat uneasy events and studies.

It was during my doctoral thesis that I made a most surprising discovery. One undergraduate student that I knew fulfilled a life long dream, almost a fantasy of his - to be owned by another person. He had organised to sell himself into a selective style of slavery that was predominately sexual in nature. He explained how he had a desire to met a woman of great will and presence, and to allow her to use and, within limits, abuse him for their mutual pleasure. Through his social circle, he found a group of people that would help him achieve his goals in this regard. I was intrigued that someone so intelligent as him was willing to allow something like that to happen. It started me down a private path of research and investigation that had me questioning the reasons for it ever since.

In more recent years, I have managed to insert myself into the community that indulges in what has been referred as the Dominant/submissive dynamic, otherwise known as D/s, and the more extreme version of Master/slave, or M/s. It took a while to be able to project the air of being a Dom, and a rather selective one. I spent a lot of time watching, observing and noting how Doms, and Dommes, conducted themselves, as well as the normal social conventions that everyone adhered to. It also allowed me to establish a reputation within the community of being a quiet one. While moving in this layer of the community, I was approached by someone who thought I would be more interested in something a little more exotic that was normally found in the 'mainstream' clubs. I managed to show just enough interest to allow my new contact to initiate my acceptance into a deeper, more significant layer of the society.

Through all of this time, I had been studying the people to see if there was any unhealthy schema within the psychological profiles of the practitioners. I managed to remain disconnected enough to not be effected by what I was seeing on a regular basis. The manner that some of the people allowed themselves to be treated was not something that I could actively take part in.

But once I was accepted fully, I was surprised at the amount of checking that was done on me. This group had been the target of a number of law enforcement operations, and they were ensuring that I was not an agent, nor connected with any such agency. That was on top of the fact that they thought I would not be disruptive to their sub-community. What I was invited to was a sales event and auction of people who allowed themselves to be enslaved. Naturally, a bulk of those being offered for sale were women, and all of them were eager to find themselves a new owner, but there were also men. I naturally stayed passive through the first event, simply wanting to see how it was conducted.

The people making the purchases were varied in appearance, and there was no single indicator that they shared the common desire to own someone else. It was during the auction, that one of the slaves on offer was referred to by number, rather than name. On further investigation, the woman concerned had been raised from birth to be sold in such a manner. While conceptually, the idea was not that great a shock, to see it occurring first hand was. I had come to accept the element of freedom of choice, but the single purpose approach was something that I could not condone.

It was my intention to invoke the procedures and obligations of my profession and report the people and have them arrested, and those poor souls freed. But this led to a dilemma. Whether it was possible to integrate such a person into society in a manner that was suitable for society and the victim. They would not be reprogrammed, as they were not taken from society initially. So another approach would be needed to help.

Theory would only take me so far, and I would need a live subject to test and evaluate the overall process prior to freeing these poor people. Once I finalized my overall approach, I then weighed up which gender of slave I would take. Taking a male would be safer from one aspect, but I would have to take a homosexual subject. The group did not permit the purchase of one of their 'stock' to be made by proxy, so gaining a heterosexual male subject would be highly suspicious. Likewise acquiring a lesbian female subject. It then became a function of percentages. I was more likely to find a heterosexual female than a homosexual male. Ultimately, it would be irrelevant as I was not going to be sexually active with the test subject.

It took me a little longer to acquire the appropriate funds to secure the test subject, as well as a number of props and implements to help with the transition. If I was going to own such a slave, I would need to fulfill their needs while they were being weened off those behaviours. The 'cold turkey' approach was not deemed feasible, so I would need to act the part for a while.

-//-​

Well, I have everything finally ready, and I am about to depart to acquire my test subject. I will confess to a level of anxiety over this step. There will be no turning back once the purchase is finalized, and I will be committed fully to my course of action.

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The elevator was completely silent, as always, as it made the descent into the viewing parlor. The doors opened to the low level buzz of people talking. Dr Sebastian Rhys-Hamilton stepped out and to one side. Even with the environment the way it was, he still wore his three piece navy blue suit, white shirt and navy blue tie. It was a reminder to himself that he was there in a professional aspect, not a personal one. To those that looked on him, they saw a man who projected one thing.

Money.

His brown hair was conservatively cut. The light tan of his clean shaven face made the sky blue of his eyes stand out even in the dim light. With easy, measured steps, he walked into the main area. He found himself to be close to the tallest man in the room, only the security staff outstripped his height, and even his slightly more solid than normal build. But he made little effort to look at the other people, he was there for one reason.

That reason was making his heart hammer in his chest, and threatened to make him sweat as well. For all his planning, research and preparation, he had no idea of what kind of woman to select. He was basing it on appearance. He was not entering into any form of attached relationship with her, so her appearance was irrelevant. What her likes and dislikes were, what kinks she favoured, again was not of great relevance, but it would impact the minutiae of his actual rehabilitation. Rather than procrastinating, he selected one of the viewing rooms, which was more of a glorified see through pillar, and viewed the woman that was sitting within.

As was the way of the group, she was dressed in a plain gray robe that helped to conceal her quite effectively. The woman's face was flawless. Sebastian found himself mesmerized by it. Her skin was a healthy shade, and she showed no outer signs of dismay, concern or even panic. The twin orbs of blue looked out straight ahead. The slight flashes of reflected light from her eyes showed that she was intentionally looking in one direction rather than being in a meditative state. This was a healthy sign, because the woman could have been attempting to blank out her circumstances otherwise. Of course, this caused another wave of uncertainty as to whether that was good or not.

"Slave No 17 stand, remove your robe. Present for viewing!"

Sebastian, along with two others who had approached, stood in awe of the woman who stood up. The robe slipped from her body easily, revealing a well kept, well proportioned and wondrously curved body. Sebastian saw the single massive braid of hair that under the soft light took on a golden quality. But when she moved to some music that they couldn't hear, Sebastian felt himself react in a purely primitive manner. Her slow, sensual movements spoke of her capabilities more clearly and concisely than any list that could be presented. Sebastian found that he was caught up in the sinuous way that the woman was moving. Even the word "moving" failed to aptly describe the way she flowed from one stance to another, without there being even the slightest pause or even correction that he could detect. The physician in him was impressed at the muscle control necessary to achieve that impressive display, while his hormonal system showed it's impression in another way.

"Kneel 17!"

She once more flowed into a kneeling position, her pose accentuating her upper torso perfectly. Sebastian was in awe of the physical beauty displayed before him, never having seen a woman so provocatively displayed yet so at ease with it, almost innocent in the deed. Once more the muscular control was displayed, along with the most sensitive, self consciously, part of the woman. There was little left to the imagination, including her thoughts and feelings about what was happening. Sebastian had never seen in such clarity a woman who was so clearly aroused. His intellect and his emotional side were in a conflict where confusion reigned supreme. A quick glance to her nipples showed a supportive physiological state of arousal.

In all, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. The other people who had been watching had walked off, seemingly bored, unimpressed or not as interested as Sebastian was. But he noticed the door at the back opening, allowing one of the prospective buyers to walk in.

Sebastian watched, forcing himself into his professional detachment to observe the interaction with the least amount of emotional filtering and distraction. He watched a rather cold looking, bulky man enter the room, watching her the same way a predator watches the hapless meal. He ran a hand over the woman, who outwardly maintained her posture and pose, but he noticed a slight widening of the eyes, and the determination to remain focused on a visual point of reference that seemed to indicate that she was not comfortable with the man in the room with her. He let his hand run over her body without any regard for what she may have liked. He wasn't sure, but he suspected that the man's hand came to a stop near the woman's labia, or even her vagina. But the response from her soon after was clear to him. She was in pain. He remained in his detached zone as a hand came up to one of the woman's erect nipples, twisting it violently. There was a more noticeable pain response from the woman, and what he thought might have been fear as well. The man spoke something, and the woman watched him leave with a combination of relief and lingering fear.

Sebastian made mental notes concerning her responses to the other man, as well as what he thought of the type of Dominant he would be categorized as. Giving the only actions the man took were pain inducing, he thought he was one of the more sadistic Dominants, and that the woman he was looking at was not one who liked the type of pain he was going to give her. Sebastian was aware that most submissives had masochistic tendencies or tolerances that were greater than the mainstream person, but not all were, as the community term for them was, pain sluts.

He let himself drift back to a more natural mental state, and felt slight shocked that the woman had been put through such a treatment. There should have been more done by way of examining, rather than the plain, almost casual, physical assault on her. It was clear to him that she would suffer greatly if she was purchased by the man who 'inspected' her. Sebastian had not seen any of the others on offer, but then again he had no set criteria for his test subject. There was no reason he could think of for not purchasing her. Doing so would have more than one immediate benefit.

"Would you like a closer look?"

Sebastian turned his head, but his eyes remained fixed on... Her. He finally tore his gaze away to face the speaker. The speaker was one of the handlers, as they were known. Sebastian noted that the man was rather nondescript. Average height, average build, Caucasian male with brown hair and absolutely no identifiable features.

"N-no. There is no need for a further look." Sebastian's eyes returned to gaze of the artful pose of Slave 17. "I understand that on occasion, there is the possibility of obtaining someone prior to auction. Is that possible in this specific case?"

"Of course, Mr Rhys-Hamilton." The man handed over a small computer device which Sebastian barely felt initially. Once the full weight of the device was in his hand, he looked down at the figure displayed. He stared at it, blinking slowly at the figure that sat clearly in the middle of the screen. It was well within what he had allowed himself to spend.

'This is it. This is where I know if I can go through with this entire experiment. Free them physically is one thing, freeing them psychologically is totally different. Plus, she is so...'

"I'll buy her." He handed the device back, his insides churning at the decision he had just made. He was now responsible for this woman. She expected him to supply her basic needs for survival, and then others for her mental health. It was those needs he was unsure of the most.

The handler walked around to the rear of the viewing chamber, opening the door. Sebastian saw the woman flinch ever so slightly as the door opened. Sebastian wondered what the young woman was thinking as the door opened. Whether she would be excited, scared, nervous or some combination of emotions and thoughts. His slave rose to her feet, quickly donning the robe before following the man out. Sebastian's heart was racing as she came into view, without anything blocking them.

"Slave seventeen, greet your new Master."

 

[MsAphrodite]

For 17 the wait seemed to go on forever with no one else visiting her viewing room. Was she displeasing did no one want to buy her? The young girl had never even considered this and wondered what would happen if no one bought her, she would go home in disgrace. She had heard the whispered tales about what happened to those who no one wanted. They were sold to brothels or worse still sold to evil ugly loathsome madmen!

The door clicked open and she held her breath, it wasn’t a potential buyer it was her handler a man names Jones.

“17 and lets go you have been sold,” he lowered his voice and winked, “you were bought before the auction even started your new Master seemed most anxious to possess you.“

The worried girl raised her lovely face to his and stared her eyes becoming wide saucers in her beautiful face. Only one man had viewed her... she was his, the burly man with the deadest eyes she had ever encountered.

“Move it girl don’t dawdle, pick up your robe, cover yourself, and follow me.”

Seventeen did as she was told and followed him quietly up the stairs telling herself all would be well surely this was better than not haven been bought at all, she was trained, she could please the cruel man to whom she now belonged. As Jones ushered her through a huge oak door seventeen’s eyes were routed firmly on the floor her heart pounding hard enough that she was sure he could surely hear it. 17 sought to valiantly to compose herself.

"Slave seventeen, greet your new Master."

Sinking gracefully to her knees before him her thighs pressed tightly together she spoke her voice low and husky.

“Master this girl is yours in body and soul; do with me as you will.”

The silence seemed to stretch on forever an almost palatable living thing; she could feel his eyes on her assessing…

Although a born and bred slave trained in every conceivable art of pleasure, she still had the romantic notions of a young girl, and she still had yet to feel a man moving deep inside her. Squeezing her thighs even tighter together she suddenly realized that by the morning she would be no longer virgin. On the heels of that thought came another instantly erasing her romantic notions, this man would take what was His hurting her in the process, instinctively she knew this. Gone were her delicious imaginings of what their first encounter would be like, for the first time in her young life she felt true fear.

Taking a steady breath she vowed to do her very best to please him to show him that she was worth every penny he had invested in her, she would love him, and please him in all ways, she would endure all he had to offer, he would not regret his purchase.

“Master?” she dared look up at him from beneath her long lashes and her heart stopped, this was not the man who had called her little one, this was not the man who had caused her pain!

 

[marauder13]

Sebastian stood still, almost immobile as he watched his most recent purchase sink to her knees before him. Once more, her movements were graceful to the point of flowing. He found her actions to strike him at a deep, primal level. He was surprised at his own reactions to 17 as she waited before him. It was not his intent to form any intimate attachment to her, but he was reacting as though such a bond was already there.

One thing he did notice was the manner that she was resting on her knees. He was well versed enough to know that women in her position, in her role in the dynamic that they were assuming, was one where her knees were spread wide. Even if clothed, the symbol of openness to her dominant was vital to be maintained. That she did not take that stance spoke whole volumes about how she felt about her new Master. He continued to look at 17, mentally stripping her robe, and enjoying the hidden treasures once more.

“Master this girl is yours in body and soul; do with me as you will.”

Her voice caressed his ears, sending reverberations down his spine and straight to his groin. He felt the uncomfortable pressure of his manhood pressing against the fabric of his pants. Automatically, Sebastian started to self analyze his reactions to his test subject. He found her to be physically attractive. There was little about her that he did not find appealing in her appearance, even while clothed. The care she had taken with her health showed in the overall shape of her body. Her proportions were excellent for his liking, as well as she skin colour and hair.

The manner in which she moved caused substantial amounts of arousal. He thought it was a factor of her being naked, and the foreknowledge of what he upbringing was, as well as her function. He surmised that the combination of the nature of her movements while naked tapped into the primal areas of his brain; ones that are only controlled through great self discipline and prolonged practice.

Finally, her voice was another of those primal triggered circumstances, especially when rendered susceptible from the other factors. Such a timbre in the voice was reminiscent of a woman who had been crying out, or using a raised voice. Of course, the mind made the association that such cries were ones of passion, and the body merely followed the script.

But again, her voice was a perfect match to the rest of her. He realized that her entire demeanor was one that resonated at the deep level within him. It never occurred to him that he would be presented with a test subject that would cause him such an emotion connection so early. He knew that he would run such a risk later in the process, as being her Master would require him to care for her emotional well being.

But then her words filtered through. The expectation that he would use her as he desired, mainly sexually, made him feel slightly uncomfortable. It was a contingency that he would be sexually active with the test subject, but only if it was necessary to maintain their psychiatric health. Just remembering the contingency was enough to make him get aroused again.

“Master?”

He snapped out of his internal focus, once more taking in the sweet face that now looked at him in surprise. He gazed at his slave. His slave. He needed to be a Dom. Her Master. He made the slight internal, mental adjustments to be the person she would need for the next few months at least.

"Stand, and remove your robe, Slave. You will always come to rest in the proper manner, with your knees apart as they are meant to be. Regardless of your circumstances." He held out his left hand to receive the robe from his slave. "You will follow your Master while your Master finishes off your purchase. You will remain one pace behind, and to your Master's left as we move. You will come to rest at left side, facing your Master, such that your Master may look on his slave, and enjoy the view."

Sebastian turned to the handler, who seemed pleased at the way he dealt with 17. Without any words being spoken, the handler led Sebastian out of the main viewing room into a smaller, more functional room. About were a number of desks, where clerks went through the administrative side of auctions and purchases. The handler indicated a chair in front of one of the desks. While Sebastian sat down, the handler handed over the computing device. With a nod, he departed.

"Mr. Rhys-Hamilton," the middle aged man across the desk spoke, his voice betraying his Ukrainian origins. "You have made a fine purchase. Seventeen has a great deal of promise in the ways of pleasing a man. She understands the theory very well, and is looking forward to putting them into practice. You are aware that she has yet to be used for pleasure?"

"Yes, I was aware of her lack of previous ownership as well as her lack of practical experience." He had no idea, but he was not going to let anyone else know of his gaps in knowledge.

"Well, then you can be assured that she will be easily molded to suit your specific desires. Now, can you please verify that these details are correct?" The hand held unit was placed in Sebastian's hand. He looked at the personal details he had been committed to supplying, as well as the financial details necessary to complete the purchase.

"Yes, everything there is correct." The unit was returned to the clerk, who connected it to the computer, transferring the data across in a matter of seconds. There were a few key strikes and mouse movements and clicks. The clerk smiled broadly, showing a gold tooth. He picked up what looked like a credit card, feeding it into a slot. After a few seconds, the card was removed and handed to Sebastian, along with a small cardboard box.

"The card contains all the records of the transaction, along with information concerning your actual purchase. Within the box is a reader for the card. It will plug into the computer, and allow you to access the information on the card. You can't change it via the reader." The clerk reached across the table, shaking Sebastian's hand. "Thank you for your purchase. We hope that you get much enjoyment from her."

"Thank you. I feel very confident about my purchase."

Sebastian stood up, turning to look at 17. "You will follow me to my car, Slave. When we enter the elevator, you will don the robe, and make yourself presentable for the public." Again, without waiting for conformation, he headed out of the room, making his way back to the elevator.

 

[MsAphrodite]

“Master?” she dared look up at him from beneath her long lashes and her heart stopped, this was not the man who had called her little one, this was not the man who had caused her pain!

The startled girl took in her new master with a single furtive glace almost instantly returning her gaze to his well-polished dress shoes her heart beat speeding up to an almost alarming rate as her mind tried to process this new information. He had bought her before the auction had even begun yet had not physically inspected that which he was buying. Why? He was every inch a dominant yet something was different, his manner of dress? 17 was confused. Above all else his amazing eyes became immediately imbedded in her memory they were the most unusual shade of blue, piercing, all knowing. She had never seen the like of them in the face of a real live male beyond her fantasy dreams of the Master whom she hoped would buy and love her. Her tense thighs relaxed of their own volition as she felt a gentle heat invade her belly...

Her thoughts were abruptly cut short by his first command.

"Stand, and remove your robe, Slave. You will always come to rest in the proper manner, with your knees apart as they are meant to be, regardless of your circumstances."

His suddenly shy acquisition flowed to her feet slipping off the robe placing it in his outstretched hands her movements flawless her eyes downcast. Had she failed him already? The young slave had been taught to kneel thighs demurely closed unless she had been requested for service or was on display. She had assumed incorrectly that he had already viewed her from some unseen place. She was blushing as he continued with his instructions listening carefully in case there were other deviations from that which she had been schooled in, each Master has his own ways that she had been taught.

"You will follow your Master,”

She had a real live flesh and blood Master of her very own!

Seventeen could barely contain her excitement, it was a was a mingling of relief that the fact the other had not bought her and surprise at how easily her body was responding to this man in whose hands her fate now rested. Her new Master could well be much worse than ….ever the optimist she choose to curtail her train of thought, I will be fine I will serve him to the best of my ability no matter what, she firmly chided herself. Seventen glided along behind him shortening her steps to accommodate the single pace he had commanded of her, ever watchful. It wouldn’t do to bump into him should he choose to stop abruptly, the young girl stifled a nervous giggle at the thought. When he finally slowed down and sat she hesitated momentarily, did her want her to remain standing surely not, taking a deep breath she sank to her knees at his side facing him her knees open her posture picture perfect.

"Mr. Rhys-Hamilton,"

The eyes of young submissive kneeling attentively widened as she learned his name it sounded so exotic, she wondered what his given name was.

"Practical experience,"

A flustered Seventeen lowered her Sapphire eyes further blushing at the knowledge that would soon change, that he would make her his in all ways. She would become a woman under his expert tutelage the young girl couldn't wait for the reality.

"Thank you for your purchase. We hope that you get much enjoyment from her."

Seventeen glanced at her new master from beneath her eyelashes taking in the planes of his handsome face her eyes drawn to his long slender fingers wowing in her mind that she would do her very best to see that he did not regret his purchase, yes she was untried but she well knew that she had learned her lessons to perfection and was confident she could please him …unless. Once again the image of the other dominant came to the forefront of her mind “ Little one you don’t respond as I would wish to pain, that will change should I decide to buy you". Remembering his hands on her flesh she bit nervously on her lower lip and almost missed her new Masters next words.

"You will follow me to my car, Slave. When we enter the elevator, you will don the robe, and make yourself presentable for the public."

Rising hurriedly to her feet she briefly glanced around for her robe. Picking it up from the chair she dutifully followed him to the elevator. Once there she slipped it on raising the hood to cover her hair partially obscuring her beautiful face from view in the process.

Seventeen's heart started to skitter in her breast. She was finally going out into the real world, barefoot and naked under her robe, it was almost as if she were being reborn! She was owned, her life was quite literally in the hands of this stranger, her new Master. She was very much excited; her whole life had been leading to this but suddenly the prospect of the unknown future into which she was about to be thrust became almost overwhelming...

“Forgive me Master this girl is afraid," she whispered.

Her heart practically stopped her eyes flying to his as she realized she had inadvertently spoken her thoughts aloud. “Forgive me Sir...I had not…I shouldn’t have….” her voice skidded to a halt.
Trembling from head to foot she quickly lowered her eyes waiting for the censor or punishment she was sure would quickly follow,thankful that at least that she had not embarrassed him in a public place.

 

[marauder13]

Sebastian stepped into the elevator with the very naked and equally attractive Seventeen following him in. When the doors closed, he was acutely aware of her presence, and more so of her effect on him. He closed his eyes as she quickly dressed herself. He listened to the rustle of the fabric as it settled into place, calming his own rampant hormone driven thoughts.

“Forgive me Master this girl is afraid."

The softness of her voice easily conveyed the truth of her statement, which brought a soft smile to his face. She was not the only one afraid traveling in the slow moving elevator.

“Forgive me Sir...I had not…I shouldn’t have….”

He watched her reflection in the wall as her head bent down. He felt her tremble as she waited for him to respond to what she knew to be an infraction. Before he could say anything, the elevator arrived at the destination, the doors opening swiftly. Sebastian stepped out, waiting for Seventeen to join him.

"Your Master is well aware that His slave is afraid. You are leaving the only place you have known, going somewhere new with a complete stranger to serve him in ways you are not sure of. But I will lay one fear to rest. I am not like the one that stepped in with you, and hurt you. I do not take any pleasure in seeing another suffer.

"In time, you will speak only when spoken to, or if there is a life threatening emergency. Now, if you need to speak, or ask questions, you will seek permission first. Abuse of this will see you disciplined."

He led her to his car, a dark blue BMW. He unlocked the car from two paces away, opening the passenger side door for Seventeen.

"Get in and sit down." His voice was calm, his professional voice. He had spent many years styling a tone that allowed him to set a person at ease, while still being firm enough to encourage and almost command a person to do what he wanted of them. When Seventeen was settled, he put on her seatbelt, closed the door and got in himself.

"Whenever you get into a car, My slave, you will put that on, and keep it on until you are told to release it." He buckled himself in. He gave her a reassuring look as he started the engine, and within minutes, they were outside and heading back to his home. Sebastian had too much on his mind to have any conversation with Seventeen. He also suspected that he would have to push the conversation as well.

He wished that he had purchased Seventeen earlier in the day, so the drive home was in daylight, rather than nighttime. He wondered if she had seen much of the outside world. If she hadn't, then it would be a poor first viewing of the world. But she would get ample opportunities to see the world with him. At least the parts rather local to his home.

It took just over an hour for him to get home. His home was a large, two story building set back on a large yard that offered a level of privacy from the neighbours. He drove up to the garage, which opened automatically as he got closer, then closed once he was inside.

"Take off the seat belt, Seventeen, and step out of the car."

Sebastian exited the car, and signaled to Seventeen to follow him. He led her through a door into the foyer of the house. He closed the door behind her. The small functional room led into a large, well appointed lounge room. To one side, the bottom flight of a stair well. On the other side of the room to the foyer was a short hallway that led to the kitchen and dining rooms, as well as Sebastian's office and library.

He walked over to the stairs, reaching the first landing before the 90 degree turn that took them up to the upper floor. The four bedrooms, plus the shared bathroom made up the top floor. Sebastian's bedroom had an ensuite that was as large as the shared bathroom, but a little more opulent. Instead of a bathtub, he had a spa bath, plus his shower was large enough for two people to easily get cleaned within.

Sebastian led her to one of the bedrooms, one that was directly opposite the shared bathroom. He opened the door, and stepped to one side.

"This is where you will sleep most of the time."

Inside was a large, single bed in the middle of the room. It was a solid, wooden construction, clearly sturdy in its making. There was a small chest of drawers beside it, with an alarm clock. The only other feature of the room was a built in wardrobe, one door being mirrored. The walls and carpet were close to the same shade of off-white that was the original decor of the house. But the room was clean, and functional as the bed was fully made and ready to be slept in.

Sebastian let Seventeen look about her room. While it was spartan, she would earn the ability to personalize the room to her liking.

"Seventeen. Kneel." He waited for her to respond before he continued.

"I find the name you were given not to be pleasing. Therefore, from now on, you will be called Cara. In private, and with trusted company, you will address me as 'Master'. In public, or with company, you will address me as 'Sebastian'.

"If you serve well enough, you may be rewarded with possessions of your own. They will be kept in this room. Some items stored in here will be for your use, but they will not be your possessions. The robe you wear is for your use, but it is not yours. In time, maybe it will be yours.

"Tomorrow, I will tell you of your schedule, your responsibilities and duties. You will also be shown around the house. Tonight, you will sleep, and be well rested for tomorrow. It is going to be a busy day for us both.

"Across the hall is the bathroom that you will use. At any time during the night, if you need to use the bathroom, you may do so, returning to your room once you have finished.

"Does Cara have any questions for her Master?"

 

[MsAphrodite]

"Your Master is well aware that His slave is afraid. You are leaving the only place you have known, going somewhere new with a complete stranger to serve him in ways you are not sure of. But I will lay one fear to rest. I am not like the one that stepped in with you, and hurt you. I do not take any pleasure in seeing another suffer."

At his words Seventeen let out the breath she had been holding, he understood her fears only finding herself tense up again at his next words.

"In time, you will speak only when spoken to, or if there is a life threatening emergency. Now, if you need to speak, or ask questions, you will seek permission first. Abuse of this will see you disciplined."

There’s would be a more formal arrangement than she has been used to, to live in relative silence this was going to be hard for the young girl who had so far only known the company of other exuberant young girls. Seventeen knew that she tended to talk a lot when she was nervous and right now her stomach was in a mess of knots. She followed him to his automobile unimpressed by the monster that would soon devour her whole, and was soon settled in the front seat her eyes squeezed closed, cars terrified her! The timbre of his masculine voice and the proximity of his fingers to her bare flesh as he fastened her seat belt settled her somewhat and for once she was happy that her thoughts would be her own as they sped towards her new home. Her new home,that thought should have elated her but right now she just wanted out of the monster she was riding in.

Instead of fretting she concentrated on what would happen next, breathing in the fragrance of the virile man seated beside her concentrating hard on the very essence of him! Seventeen pressed the tights together. He would show her new home perhaps she would prepare him supper, she knew she was starving, perhaps help him bathe and then…..she squirmed in her seat at the thought of how she would be spending her twilight hours. She had been fully prepared,”Girls your now owners will want to claim their property immediately so not expect an acclimatisation period. You will essentially fuck a stranger expect no more. In time if you are fortunate your Master may come to love you, in any event you are property, His property, you would do well never to forget it!” The young submissive had understood, but in her heart she wanted to be one of the ones who were loved, he had said he wouldn’t hurt her did that mean?

Relieved when the car stopped she fumbled with the unfamiliar seat belt clasp her actions not helped by the fact her fingers were almost numb from the death grip she had adopted as she held them together on her lap. Embarrassed she kept her eyes on the ground as she followed him into his house.

"This is where you will sleep most of the time."

Finally she raised her eyes and looked around she was confused, her own room? Before her startled mind could process the implications of this more fully he spoke again

"Seventeen. Kneel."
"I find the name you were given not to be pleasing. Therefore, from now on, you will be called Cara. In private, and with trusted company, you will address me as 'Master'. In public, or with company, you will address me as 'Sebastian'.

Seventeen cringed bowing her head her beautiful face flushing with shame barley processing his orders of when she was to call him what, or with whom. He was going too fast, she now had no first name; yes she did Cara… ohhh! Sebastian continued on but Seventeen was lost in her confusion her mind going round and round in dizzy circles, she didn’t care less about possessions’... he had bought her...she wouldn’t share his bed this night... she had been banished to this room...he didn’t like her name... he suddenly seemed cold, indifferent.

"Does Cara have any questions for her Master?"

Cara ?

Cara was she ….

She raised her beautiful face to his searching his eyes for some small spark of something unconsciously wetting her lips with tip of her tongue her small breasts rising and falling as she attempted to control her fears. Her robe slipped from one shoulder revealing the swell of one small perfect globe.

“Master…I?”

Her voice was low and husky, a seductive invitation. As she spoke she unconsciously turned her graceful hands palms upwards where they were resting on her open thighs.

Two huge tear drops welled up in her expressive eyes, eyes filled with longing and the promise of something more before they rolled silently down her flushed cheeks one landing on the rosy ripe nipple that was now fully revealed to Sebastian’s gaze The single tear drop clung there hugging the proud peek as if it owned it almost defying any other to dare reach out and take its' coveted place.

Seventeen lowered her head defeated, he did not desire his newly acquired slave!

The bereft girl couldn’t speak she simply started to cry in earnest. She wanted to go home!

 

[marauder13]

Sebastian knew the moment he stopped talking that he had made some fundamental errors in his handling of the newly named Cara. He was so locked into his current social background that he forgot that the young woman came from a different one. She had an entirely different set of expectations, needs and requirements.

There was ample evidence of fear and confusion, all brought about by his mishandling of the young woman. She looked at him, clearly distressed about something. He felt a deep shame for making this beautiful young woman look so fragile. He even thought that the slip of her clothing and revealing of one of her near perfect breasts was further evidence of her inner turmoil. But then, she had no inhibitions about casual nudity about her Master. It took him a fair amount of self control to remove his gaze from her breast and return to her face.

“Master…I?”

Again, he felt her voice go straight from his ears to his groin, causing it to swell rapidly in response. He was shocked at how strongly she drew out strong sexual urges in him. Not since puberty had the look of a woman caused such a reaction in him. Yet here he was, almost reduced to a slave of his own endocrine system by this woman he never knew had existed some two hours before.

Her eyes filled with tears, one being released from each eye, rolling down two fields of rose before launching themselves into the void. One, by the grace of Luck, landed on the point of her exposed breast. Sebastian quickly suppressed the thought of leaning down and kissing the tear away from its current perch.

Cara's head lowered, and her body started to tremble from the crying that she no longer was able to hold back. It required no thought on his part as to what he needed to do. He quickly knelt in front of Cara, one leg resting between her opened legs. He gathered her into his arms, warmly embracing her and holding her against him in a comforting manner. After a few moments, he slowly rocked her from side to side, crooning to her with a soft, soothing voice while she let the flood of tears carry away her emotional pain.

All the while, he was rapidly trying to determine the source of the sudden outburst. He was sure that he had overlooked something important. He ran down many possibilities, rejecting most of them before he finally stumbled across what he was certain was the true cause. He felt embarrassed that he overlooked what was such an obvious matter.

"Cara, I am sorry that you are feeling so distressed. Please listen carefully to your Master. You have not failed Him." He smoothed the lay of the cowl of her robe, and kissed her crown. "Cara, your Master has no desire to merely waste such a gift as yourself by merely rushing you into my bed. Such a treasure as yourself needs to be explored, and savoured. There is much to be gained by the journey as there is at the destination. Plus, it is better for Cara to learn about her Master slowly, that she may be more pleasing to Him."

He let go of her, easing her back to a sitting position. His hands cupped her face, guiding her to look at him. When her eyes finally met his, he smiled to her. "Cara, this is the first time I have owned a slave. This is new to me as well. But, I will care for you, and treat you well. I have some very strong feelings for you already. But to take you now? That would be an insult to the beauty that you have brought to this house. You will get to please your Master, and it is not because he is displeased with you. It is because he wants to make it worthy for us both."

He leaned forward, and kissed her gently. He felt the passion and lust he had got her rise within him, translating itself through the kiss. His heart rate shot up again, the echoing hammer blows in his ears made him think that anyone in the room could hear it. He became aware of his face heating up as he took a more dominant role in the kiss. What started out as a gently meeting of two people became more a declaration of intent on his part to her. The kiss went longer than he had planned, but he kept going, not wanting to stop tasting the woman who he had brought, and bought, into his life. When he finally peeled his lips from hers, his chest was heaving and his breath was loudly passing his lips.

He stood up, not knowing how to interpret his reactions to Cara. He looked down at her, the knowledge she was his in every sense of the word backed up his gaze. He presented a hand to her, to help her stand.

"Stand up, Cara. We shall go and have some supper, and you may ask your Master questions about your new home and life."

While a small part of him wanted to correct her attire and hide her breast, the greater part wanted to rip it from her, so he could look on her beauty in total. Quietly, not changing anything, he led her to the kitchen.

 

[MsAphrodite]

As he held her gently as one would a small child Cara slowly quieted she wanted to shower him with kisses but held herself back as he began finally to speak trying to sooth her fears.

"Cara, your Master has no desire to merely waste such a gift as yourself by merely rushing you into my bed. Such a treasure as yourself needs to be explored, and savored. There is much to be gained by the journey as there is at the destination. Plus, it is better for Cara to learn about her Master slowly, that she may be more pleasing to Him."

She had much to think about; her whole upbringing had been the journey He had been her destination. Still a little confused for her training had not prepared her for such an eventuality she had thought her new Master would simply take what he had bought and paid for, she had hoped for more but never really thought such a miracle would happen. Now he was telling her of a journey one in which she would learn his specific needs. The bewildered girl hung onto that thought it was a concrete one she could understand even though she knew nothing could truly prepare her for the final act .

He considered her a gift, Cara smiled through her tears her whole face lighting up as she digested this fact, she was to be explored and savored. Her belly clenched and to her surprise she felt herself begin to blush with the enormity of it all. She wanted nothing more than to please this virile man, surely he could smell her arousal she wanted so badly to touch and explore him.

When he leaned in to kiss her his touch was simply divine and she quit literally melted into his arms following where he lead her doubt fading into the back ground as their kiss build and deepened. She was panting flustered and very much aroused needing, desiring more, as his lips suddenly left hers and her guided her to her feet.

He legs felt like jelly and as she looked up at him from beneath her long eyelashes she understood whatever the problem was it was not her desirability he too was very much aroused. I will try harder, she vowed smiling shyly up at him.

She followed behind him to the kitchen her mind ablaze with questions and then suddenly as her dropped her hand they all fled as she gazed around eyes wide, and it hit her.

This was her new home; this kitchen was where she would prepare his meals and hopefully eat with him if it was his wish.

Like a child in a candy shop she moved gracefully around the room silently exploring every nook and cranny of the well-appointed room, wondering what he liked to eat she, of course had been taught to adapt to a variety of good stuffs but much preferred a more vegetarian fare.

As she moved bending down to explore a cupboard or reaching up to examine the contents of a shelf she inadvertently gave her new Master small fleeting glimpses of her feminine attributes. It was like a subtle game of peek a boo one of which she was completely oblivious to thus placing him in him in the role of voyeur.

He was afforded a brief flash of her beautifully rounded bottom in one instance a glimpse of her belly button in another and for one tantalizing instance as she picked up a stray piece of cellophane wrapper from the floor he saw the pink puffy lips of her most secret places.

Suddenly she stopped behind a counter top and slipped off her robe neatly folding it and placing it on a stool. His gaze thwarted by the counter he could only see a pair of perfectly proportioned breasts peeking out at him rosy nipples fully aroused and screaming out his name.

Cara mindful of his early commands remained silent as if formulating what she should say next her small tongue wetting her upper lip slowly back and forth, it moved like a small intimate caress.

Finally she raised her eyes they were a curious mixture of sultry promise and unfulfilled innocence as they met his briefly before she lowered them again.

“If this girl may speak she would like to know if you would have her prepare your dinner and if her Master has a preference as to what He would like to eat right now?”

The double entendre was unintentional but was not wasted on the psychologist turned Master...

 

[marauder13]

Sebastian quietly waited at the doorway while Cara moved about the kitchen. She appeared to be mesmerized by the room. She seemed to drift about, looking everywhere she could, never making any more noise than was absolutely necessary. It was slightly unusual to see someone moving around a kitchen as if everything was priceless and breakable. But then the sense of wonder she gave off more than compensated for any oddity in her movements.

But then, that very innocence clashed heavily with the myriad of glimpses, flashes and subtle reveals that occurred as she moved about. The robe was still sitting loosely on her, and he would catch a sight of some part of her excellent body. He found himself looking forward to the little teases she was giving him. He knew that she had no idea that she was doing it; her focus was on her exploration of the kitchen.

She had looked after herself and her minders had done their work properly too. Everything he saw was not only healthy, and aesthetically pleasing as well. But from their close time together before coming to the kitchen, Sebastian thought he might have detected the faintest aromas of her arousal. When she bent over to pick something up off the floor, his view of her most private pf places showed clearly that she was indeed aroused. That mere glimpse caused him to close his eyes and suppress a groan of pleasure and mild discomfort. Again, his groin was acting on messages that bypassed the brain all together. With his eyes closed, there was a brief image of her bent that way, and him ramming himself home into her warm, velvety depths.

'Remember man, she is part of an important experiment. Not just some organic sex toy.'

When he opened his eyes, she had taken off her robe. His eyes lingered on the perfection of her breasts, and in particular the solid state of her nipples. Sebastian found himself fighting off further primal urges that spoke of frantic slapping of bodies in fevered enjoyment of carnal joys. Everything about her was calling out to his deeper, more animalistic self. If she was intentional in her activities, that she was deliberately trying to seduce him physically, he would have been able to handle it better. But the natural, unassuming and innocent manner that she flaunted her very attractive self to him was nearly impossible to stop. Even the sign of her pondering, the wetting of her top lip, was incredibly erotic.

“If this girl may speak she would like to know if you would have her prepare your dinner and if her Master has a preference as to what He would like to eat right now?”

Sebastian quickly banished images of select body parts being drawn past his lips. Since he surrendered to the need to sexually use Cara, he felt that he was barely holding back. But he was saved by his stomach, which made the connection to eating, and reminded him that he needed real food.

"Cara, while we are here tonight, you are free to speak. You are free to ask questions as well." He eased himself onto one of the other stools, trying his best to keep his gaze on her face. He found himself on more than one occasion staring at some other desirable feature of hers before restoring his gaze to her face. "I am not sure about you, Cara, but lunch time was a long time ago and I am rather hungry. So, I feel in the mood for some pasta. Given the time of night, I will not force you to make everything from scratch, so you will find some already prepared pasta in the cupboard, along with a selection of different sauces that I like. You may use them, along with any other ingredients you feel would enhance the dish."

He rest his elbows on the counter, enjoying the view a lot more than he felt he should. Having someone as stunning as Cara preparing a meal in his kitchen, completely naked, was something he never thought would ever happen. "Cara, I am aware that some Masters desire that their slaves eat from bowls left on the floor, or the left overs of their Master's dinner. You will prepare enough for yourself, as well as for me. You will also dine at the table with me. You'll be a very welcome sight at the dinner table, and I wish to enjoy that sight, as well as your company."

Sebastian sat still, watching Cara move around the kitchen. He answered questions concerning where certain items and foodstuffs could be found. Otherwise, he left her to her own devices and decisions. He wanted her to learn where things were, as well as gain a knowledge of the layout and capabilities of the kitchen. He suspected that she would want to do all of his cooking for him, and any other domestic tasks about the house. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. Again, it was probably another of the expectations she was given, or it might well be something that she developed on her own. All of it was idle speculation while trying not to get too caught up with the nakedness that was moving around before him with such casual ease.

"Hmmm... we much get you some clothing for those times we go out of the house together. While your robe is quite appealing, it would not serve a good enough purpose if your Master desires to take you somewhere, or if I have visitors. Some of them would not be able to fully understand the way you can so easily go about your business naked. While I am certain that many other people would enjoy viewing you in your natural splendour, I would like that pleasure to be totally mine."

 

[MsAphrodite]

As Seventeen had moved around the kitchen her body had been unconsciously aware of his potent gaze and had without conscious direction responded in instinctive subtle ways to his ofttimes predatory gaze; it was the nature of a slave born and bred after all, ingrained in her from her very birth. She simply could be nothing other than she was. She was Seventeen, and she was His .

As he began to speak she almost looked over her shoulder to see who else had entered the room to join them, she was still unused to the plain name he had given her. Maybe that was why he refused to touch her, perhaps he found he truly did find her unattractive hence the ugly name. She adored her real name it had been hers from birth she would always be Seventeen in her own mind. It was then Seventeen/Cara realized that being owned would be a lot harder than the romantically minded young girl had ever even imagined it would be.

She watched him solemnly as he eased himself on a stool rescinding his order that she was to speak only when spoken to finding herself suddenly shy. Her new Master was an enigma she was having difficulty reading him which caused her to feel off balance, unprepared, vulnerable.

Pasta, sauce from a jar, enhance the dish, the young girls mind went blank, sauce from a jar? While she wrestled with the idea of a pre-made meal he continued to speak telling her to prepare herself some and eat with him and not from a bowl on the floor like some slaves did. My goodness, she had assumed that she might eat separately from her Master after he had eaten his fill, but she had never considered that she might actually eat like a dog from a bowl on the floor. Her eyes widened at the thought. Seventeen had been well prepared but some somehow never thought she would find herself eating in that manner.

“Master this girl has never eaten from the floor, I have been hand fed however.” she confessed blushing prettily.

The idea of her kneeling at his feet while he hand fed her was very appealing to the young girl, lowering her eyes she set about preparing his austere meal with gusto.There was not much she could do he had no fresh herbs and she had no time in which to cook them even if he had. She choose instead to prepare a salad from his merger supplies and heated both the spaghetti and the sauce and carefully arranged them on a plate for him. Seventeen was saddened, she had envisioned preparing him a meal to feed both his belly and his soul on this their first night together not this…she shuddered with distaste careful to hide her reactions from her new Master.

“You'll be a very welcome sight at the dinner table, and I wish to enjoy that sight, as well as your company." She blushed again happy for this small sign she was not truly displeasing to his eyes.

Gliding out from behind the counter she set two places then placed the huge salad bowl in the center of the table and a plate of spaghetti and sauce in front of him. “Would Sir like water?” At his nod she swayed off to soon return with two tall glasses of iced water. Seventeen’s natural walk was an effortless glide lacking artifice, it nevertheless drew the eyes of any red blooded male she had encountered. The young virgin was blissfully unaware of the effect she had on males most of the time, for she had been lucky enough not to have had to make a conscious effort to please thus far in her short life.

Taking her place across from her new Master she served him some salad wishing she had had time to make him some garlic bread to go with his simple meal. Another quick glance across at him and she helped herself to a small bowl of the green salad she had prepared, unless he bade her do so she had no intention of touching the spaghetti meal.

At first they eat in relative silence Seventeen wasn’t really hungry her stomach alternating between sexual awareness of the handsome male seated across from her and tiny knots that tugged and twisted at her belly a product of the strangeness of her new life. She was owned by a Master who seemed disinclined to touch her, part of her, the slave, understood the reasons he explained to her but another part of her,the woman, wondered if he simply preferred males. If he preferred males he would have bought a male wouldn’t He...perhaps they didn’t have any. Her mind flip flopped over the possibilities as she idly forked a strand of spaghetti that had somehow landed on her plate amongst the salad. Slowly she sucked it between her luscious lips millimeter by millimeter deeply lost in thought, until his voice brought her back and she raised her confused gaze to meet his bold one.

"Hmmm... we much get you some clothing for those times we go out of the house together. While your robe is quite appealing, it would not serve a good enough purpose if your Master desires to take you somewhere, or if I have visitors. Some of them would not be able to fully understand the way you can so easily go about your business naked."

Another confusing statement had her eyes changing color lightening until they became as pale as a winters morning.

Seventeen understood the need for clothing, but in front of His friends, other Masters surely would not covert what was His, bought and paid for, why would they question her nakedness if it was indeed His will?

“While I am certain that many other people would enjoy viewing you in your natural splendor, I would like that pleasure to be totally mine." The young girl untutored in the ways of the world outside of her limited and restrictive life style was simply not reassured by his final statement.

She dropped her eyes her food forgotten as she digested this new information absentmindedly she began toying with the long braid which hung down between her breasts, an old nervous habit of childhood. She gently stroked its thick length through her fingers her curved palm traveling down and off its length. Using one hand then the other the rhythmical and faintly erotic motions soothing her frazzled nerves.

Seventeen, had been looking forward to becoming a woman, now she simply wished she that was safely cosseted in the room he had assigned her, she had much to think upon; who was this Master who had bought her, what manner of man was he. Could she please him. Would he keep her? What were his dark secrets that made him act in such a fashion, what were his sexual proclivities? It was that last thought that was her most disturbing one, she had been trained to serve without question but some of the theoretical practices she had been tutored in had frankly scared her half to death. Her mind went back to the man with the cruel obsidian eyes and her heart skipped a double beat. Sebastian, her Master had said she could ask questions, still she hesitated it was not something she was used to doing, her questions, her doubts which thankfully she rarely had as a rule usually remained safely stored in her own brain.

“Master why…why did you buy this girl?” she asked of him her hesitant voice barely above a whisper.

She quickly bowed her head her pale skin becoming slightly flushed at the audacity of her question. Her twin breasts their full pouty nipples hard and aroused rose and fell as her breathing became more labored, they were the perfect foil for the thick round braid nestled almost lovingly between them The same course phallic like thickness that her practiced hands continued to caress with loving dedication as she nervously awaited his reply.

 

[marauder13]

Every little detail of her movements and her comments were filed away in his mind. So when she spoke of how she had been fed in the past, along with the delicate colour that graced her face, he remembered it and was putting into perspective. She had been trained to be a treasured addition to the household, one who would be pampered in simple ways that also reinforced her submissive state. It also forced the importance of adjusting his behaviour to be more in line with her expectations, so get her settled into her new life so he could commence his experiment proper. At that point, he realized that the experiment was indeed underway, and he was merely adjusted the environment to the the correct base line to then proceed on the main part.

He continued his observations, keeping them more clinical than personal. Cara set about her task efficiently and with some energy. He suspected that she was wanting to make a good first impression, trying to make up for his short comings as a Master. He was confident that he saw glimpses of concern over what she was doing. He knew she expected certain behaviours, and he was not giving them. She could only process what was occurring by her background and knowledge, which would be telling her that she was failing him in some manner.

What surprised him was the feeling that she was hiding something from him. He observed nothing overt to give him that feeling, but it was there. But in a new environment, it would be unsettling to her, and that she was being guarded was only natural.

Through all of that, the personal side of him was watching a young, vibrant and stunningly naked woman prepare him a meal. She was eager to please him, and there were hints that she was worried that she wouldn't. The thoughts of food brought up other thoughts of lying her on the table and nibbling from one end of her to the other. Eventually, he was going to enjoy showing her the joys of being a sexual person. He suspected that she had more theoretical knowledge than he did in some areas, and probably a greater willingness to explore than he did. Remembering some of the sessions he had been invited to, and seeing how the various female submissives were treated and how much pleasure and arousal they derived from that made him wonder if Cara would like them too.

Regardless, he liked the way she blushed when he complimented her, and she gave him many reasons to do just that. Her behaviour was exquisite, she had a joyful personality and he could not deny that she was very beautiful physically. She moved with a dancer's grace and carried an air of innocence about her that he wanted to protect her. But she went about her duties with a dedication that belied her age, and soon he was looking at a table prepared for the two of them to eat. He was a little surprised at first that she served him first, then waited before serving herself.

They sat in silence for a while, Sebastian simply filling his stomach to silence the complaints while he observed Cara some more. He noticed that she stayed with the salad, not eating anything else. He wondered if she was a vegetarian by choice, or just not interested in the meal that had been prepared. But either way, she seemed to be distracted while she picked at her food. So much so, she picked up a strand of pasta, and slowly drew in between her plump lips. The torturous, slow passage of the pasta was mesmerizing. Sebastian chewed his food slower and slower as all he could do was watch another example of erotic innocence. He seriously wondered if she knew just how much of what she did tempted him, or would have tempted any male in her presence. The mouthful of food was difficult to swallow, and required a good measure of water to assist it on the way down. Sebastian was seeing that this task was going to be a greater challenge that he first thought.

Again, the differences between their worlds came to the fore as he noted her reaction to the need for clothing when visitors came. She had no way of knowing that he nakedness would cause some level of shock and outrage due to the standards of the society she had joined. She would see it as a sign that there was something wrong, and her self esteem would suffer accordingly. He would explain it to her in greater length the following day.

While he could see that the way he was presenting information to her was not helping to ease any concerns, he had to try and prepare her for elements that were beyond his ability to control. She gave up all pretense of eating, retreating into her own mind to process what he had said. He had to pull his gaze away from the way she toyed with the thick braid of hair that nestled between her breasts. The nature of the movements of her hand was exactly the same as used to manual stimulate a man to an erection.

“Master why…why did you buy this girl?”

He heard the concern in the whispered tone. The worry that the answer was not going to be what she wanted to hear. Sebastian laid his cutlery beside his plate, and moved his gaze to her eyes. He narrowed his focus so he was not distracted by the movement of her hands, and the many ways it could be interpreted. He pushed his chair back until he lap was completely free from the table.

"Come over here, Cara, and sit in your Master's lap." He surprised himself at how confident he sounded giving her that command. He waited until she had sat herself down, and settled into his lap before he continued.

"I have been a Dominant for a while, and I had been looking for the right submissive to fit my needs. None of the other submissives who were not with Masters were right for me. So, I was invited to the place where you were on offer. Something about you touched me deep within. I was taken by what I saw when you stood, and when you moved. But when that other man came in, i saw how he treated you, and how you reacted. That connection stopped me from merely standing back and seeing you suffer at the hands of a man like that. You were too beautiful, too wonderful to be abused in such a manner.

"Since making that decision, I have not regretted it for a moment, Cara." Sebastian smiled wistfully. "I know that I have not been the Master that you expected, desired or even hoped for. I have not done any of the things you had probably been told about. As I said before, I have no desire just to take you straight away. That would be a waste on the grandest scale. I plan on building up to that moment, Cara. There is so much to do along the way that will make you final taking even better than if it happen right away.

"The world you have come into is vastly different to the one you grew up in Cara. Just because it is not happening the way you think it should does not think that you are not desirable, or that you have failed me. You have done nothing that has made me think you have failed me in any way."

Sebastian took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. Just having her in his lap was getting him excited, which was distracting him from what he was trying to do, which was reassure a young woman who was unsure of what was happening. He thought of guiding her down to the floor, but instead placed a gentle and affectionate kiss on her cheek.

"This is the first time you have had a Master, this is the first time I have had a slave. There are things that we are both learning. I know you seek nothing more than to please me, and I am certain that in return you want your Master's affection. Even after this short time, I find myself liking you a great deal. I feel that will deepen over time."

He raised a hand to soft brush the side of her face, letting himself actually physically feel the softness and warmth of her skin.

His voice was gentle, "Does Cara have any more questions for her Master right now?"

 

[MsAphrodite]

As she awaited his reply she felt as if her heart has simply stopped beating her eyes flying in his direction as she heard the scrape across the bare floor, she actually flinched her motion pulling the leather binding from her braid nestled between her fingers. She was sure that she was to be punished perhaps struck, and rightly so she shouldn’t have asked such an inappropriate question. It was not her business, she was simply his to do with as he wished. Seventeen’s breathing resumed with a start when she realized that he has simply pushed himself away from the table and was in fact still seated.

"Come over here, Cara, and sit in your Master's lap."

In a moment of clarity she realized a grave mistake that she had made since coming to his home despite all the care she has taken to win his approval. He was eating his supper still wearing his jacket and tie and in his stocking feet! This was submissive 101 training “Upon your Masters return remove his outer wear fetch him his slipper and whatever else is necessary for his personal comfort, make it your life’s work to anticipate his needs! She knew that she had erred big time! No wonder he had given her such an ugly name. No wonder he didn’t want her in his bed!

Standing up her usually fluid motions uncharacteristically hasty she moved to correct her error; instead of heeding his words she moved to remove his jacket hanging it up on the coat rack beside the door. While she moved her glorious hair unraveled from its thick braid to finally cascade like a glorious water fall of sun kissed liquid silk around her lithesome body all the way down to her delightfully rounded bottom. It played a game of beek-a-boo with his senses, Sebastian merely watched her as if mesmerized.

She fetched his slippers and kneeling down between his legs she placed them on lovingly his feet. Looking up at him her beautiful eyes spoke to his her unshed tears glittering like a profusion of small azure diamonds on her impossibly long lashes. Seventeen was breathtaking kneeling between his thighs. “Master forgive me I have erred.” With that heart felt plea she seemed to glide to her feet only to disappear from his sight suddenly to be felt at his back her breasts pressing into his corded flesh as she leaned into him to remove his tie. She was like liquid magic, seconds later he found her straddling his lap and unloosening the buttons of his shirt after which she remained still head downcast listening earnest when he finally found his voice.

His words settled her nerves somewhat …”you were too beautiful, too wonderful to be abused in such a manner.” He had saved her from the monster of her darkest fears, he couldn’t be another like him, could he?

"Since making that decision, I have not regretted it for a moment, Cara." She raised her astounding eyes to his and smiled at his words affording him a glimpse into her very soul. Seventeen has not had any expectations on the master she would be sold to, only adolescent hope and perhaps foolish dreams ... yet her training had simply not prepared her for Him.

.”There is so much to do along the way that will make you final taking even better than if it happen right away.” The young girl straddling his lap although schooled in in the ways of man could simply not fathom what he meant. Her young nubile body instinctively seemed to understand, she felt herself getting very wet and hot in places which to date had remained blissfully sleeping and unaware; without conscious volition she pressed her warmth gently into his lap squirming slightly as she did so her mind becoming muddled in that she barely comprehended the rest of the words designed to reassure her. She would feel his hardness pressing into her soft flesh…it was like a fiery brand .

She felt him raise a hand to softly brush the side of her face his touch cased her to moan slightly. His voice was gentle, "Does Cara have any more questions for her Master right now?"

Seventeen ignored his question she could barely think let alone speak, she was overwhelmed with emotions both emotional and physical. Tentatively she placed her hand over his strong one and guided it to her lips where she placed a small kiss in the center of his palm before placing both of their hands through the opening in his shirt, pressing them earnestly to his heart. “Please learn to love this girl,” she whispered softly.

Seventeen had acted instinctively from a place of true innocence allowing the sensual woman to awaken, it was she who had gently guided her actions…as they continued to do.

She tilted her head up towards him her wavy hair once again spilling down her back this time to fall between her Master's legs as if it belonged there. Her beautiful Violet eyes were an evocative combination of sensuality and innocence blotting out His world as her lips shyly found His and she pressed closer still.

 

[marauder13]

Cara's hand felt so small and soft as she guided his hand to her lips. The delicate kiss was the softest he ever felt. He was touched by the sweet showing of affection from the woman he bought. He let her guide his hand through the opening of the shirt she made, pressing his hand over his own heart.

“Please learn to love this girl.” The smooth voice carried over the distance between them as if careful not to disturb the very air itself. Yet it carried such a weight to it Sebastian felt almost overwhelmed. He had never thought that the woman he acquired for his experiment would be seeking such a connection with him. Lust? Yes. Affection? Realistic. But Love?

He watched her shake out her hair. Everything she did was innocent. It appeared to him that she was not aware that any of the sexual and sensual overtones were viewed as "naughty"; to her, they were natural. Many people would be shocked at her nakedness, but to her it was natural. She was extremely comfortable with her own body, proud of it in a good way, and felt no embarrassment in someone else seeing her naked.

So many little things were starting to come together for him. This woman, Seventeen, now Cara, had expectation of the man, or woman, she would be bought by. So far, Sebastian had not met many of those expectations if at all. She was constantly seeking his approval with everything she did. He was starting to see she was nervous and possibly afraid that there was something wrong given what he had not done on their return. She was uncertain of what to do, and nothing bred fear faster that uncertainty.

He was not expecting her to help him settle as she had done, and it caused more than a few errant thoughts concerning Cara. He wanted her to dress, to help reduce the temptations she was presenting him by her simple innocence. She knew she was a sexual creature, and that her Master would have her when he wanted. And her innocence made it harder to withstand it, because to her there was nothing wrong with him doing what he wanted with her.

Of course her straddling his lap made his self control start to buckle. He knew he was reacting to her biologically, but he wondered how she interpreted that. She changed little of what she was doing, except towards the end when she was moving against him in a most provocative manner.

His reflections were broken when he realized at the last moment that Cara was about to kiss him. Again, the touch of her lips was soft, tentative and almost frightened. Was she afraid I would punish her? His answer waited until after the kiss was completed. He kissed her in return, gently. He wanted her to know he approved of her actions. One one level he did. He enjoyed immensely the feel of a woman's lips on his. He enjoyed the feel of any part of a woman on his lips, as well as the feel of her on his body.

But the other part stepped in, subtly guiding him and keeping him from getting too emotionally involved. Cara was a test subject to show that a theory he had been working on was valid enough to go into more appropriate, scientific testing. He told himself he was helping to solidify the base line before formally starting the experiment.

He moved enough to signal that the kiss was ending, smiling warmly as their faces parted. Regardless, he enjoyed the kiss. He would be a liar if he said he didn't enjoy being kissed by a beautiful naked woman straddling his lap.

"Thank you, Cara. That was very nice. Your Master hoped you enjoyed it too. For me, that is the kind of thing we will do before you are finally taken by me. There is much for you to learn about me that will make that time better for me, as well as my learning all I can about you. I know you want to please me and serve me. But, to please me the most, I will want to know what you like, what works best for you. All of those things will make it much better for me."

Sebastian crooked a finger and placed it side on under her chin, guiding her face to look at his.

"I am not what you expected, Cara. I know this. But until I tell you otherwise, you are doing everything acceptably, and you have not failed me. I will tell you if you do fail me. You will learn my ways soon enough, and you will feel better with the routine."

His voice grew a little stern, and his expression hardened a little. "Now, tonight, you will sleep in the place I have prepared for you. This is not a punishment, nor a sign of rejection. It is my will, and it serves my needs right now. You have yet to earn the privilege of sleeping in my room or even in my bed. But from what I have seen tonight, that will not take you long to change. Your new life, your new world, is much different from the one you grew up in, Cara. But you will adapt to it, under my guidance." His voice softened again. "You will be fine." He kissed her cheek again.

"Now, Cara, sit beside this chair while I take care of a few things, then I will take you to where you will sleep for the night."

When she complied, he stood up and got himself a much needed drink of water. He was hot, and clammy from her time in his lap. He was aching from the way his body reacted to hers, desiring to do the things her body was asking of his. He exerted his control over himself, reminding himself of the truth of the relationship between them, rather than the facade he was presenting.

After down the water, he walked back to where Cara waited for him. "Follow me." He waited to see her start to stand, then proceeded to walk her through the house to her room. "I will show you all the places you need to know about tomorrow. Your education will begin then."

He stopped outside a closed door. Without pause, he opened it and stepped in. It was a spartan room, with a comfortable, ready made double bed holding the commanding place within the room. Two small windows with drapes were on the opposing wall to where the door was located, and a wardrobe covered half the wall facing the footer of the bed. A small chest of draws sat on the far side of the bed, with a simple alarm clock resting on top.

"The alarm is set for the time when I normally wake. I will fetch you thirty minutes after it goes off tomorrow morning. After that, you will have your instructions on what to do upon awakening. Until such time as you earn the privilege, this is were you will sleep unless told otherwise." He gave her a few moments to let all the information settle.

"Before I retire for the night, Cara, is there anything you need to ask of your Master?"

 

[MsAphrodite]

Seventeen couldn’t think, the more he spoke seeking to reassure her the more her mind shut down becoming almost numb his words barely penetrating her mental fog... he had rejected her once more and now she was being lead back to the room he had assigned her when she first arrived.

"Before I retire for the night, Cara, is there anything you need to ask of your Master?"

Seventeen remained quiet her eyes fixed on the carpeted floor of her room until she heard the door close. Once he had gone the distraught girl looked around the room, the bed was huge a mocking monstrosity meant for two, she would sleep in it alone. The small chest of drawers held nothing as did the huge built in ward robe with its mirrored door. Was he mocking her?

Seventeen moved to stand in front of the full length mirror absentmindedly using her fingers to remove the tangles from her long hair as she took stock of the unwanted female in the mirror. She had made a similar assessment not even a day ago as she waited in the viewing room.

Her tired mind methodically reviewed the glaring errors which she had made.

She was petite in stature with the most minuscule of waists tapering into a pair of long beautifully sculptured legs that seemed to go on forever. Perhaps upon reflection they were simply too skinny! Her breasts were small but full, her aureoles huge islands of the deepest pink perfection, each tipped by a pouty tempting nipple. Her breasts were tiny, men... this man obviously preferred larger ones. Nipples which at this moment were proudly standing, twin hard peeks of feminine arousal, as if waiting for a pair of fingers to touch and twist. "Stop!" she told herself for the second time that day. This time she added a rebuke, "You are a wanton hussy throwing yourself at a master who clearly doesn’t find you sexually attractive. You need to be more careful in the future remember your lessons! No touching unless commanded. Keep your eyes lowered at all times. You are an object to be used unless told otherwise. Fanciful dreams are for free woman not you. Know your place." Seventeen continued with her brutal appraisal of her body. Her face she considered normal except for a pair of startlingly blue eyes which could change to the deepest violet when she was aroused, diluting to the palest of blues when she became afraid. Those eyes were almost gray at the moment, nondescript, her new master probably found them boring! Her crowning glory was in fact her long thick, wavy hair. Golden brown it was interlaced with highlights of the purest gold; it looked like the sun descended from heavens to personally interweave moon beams throughout its luscious strands. The distraught girl trying to untangle it tugging and pulling in frustration wished that it was short, what was the point of moon beams if no one even noticed them. Seventeen stopped trying to calm her hair, why bother it wouldn't matter to him what it looked like, he wouldn't notice. She had left its binding in the kitchen by tomorrow if she didn't braid it it would be am impossible tangle anyways!

She stood there confused, aroused, despondent... he didn’t even like her name, nothing about her pleased this unusual Dominant.

Seventeen began to pace…

"Before I retire for the night, Cara, is there anything you need to ask of your Master?" he kept asking her this, but truly what was the point of her even answering him? Why had he bought her if she didn’t please him.. why did he hate her name… why must she sleep alone on her first night… what was she doing wrong…would he send her back?

She turned back to the mirror ... An ugly name given to an ugly girl. She was that ugly girl.

The confused girl turned reluctantly to the huge lonely bed loath to climb beneath its lonely covers opting instead to use the bathroom. Perhaps a soak in the tub would make her feel better. She slipped on silent feet into the bathroom steadfastly ignoring the mirrors, she had no wish to see her failure mirrored once again, only to find nothing with which to make her toilet not even a toothbrush or a single towel that wasn’t obviously that of her Master.

Thoughts of a bath forgotten she used the toilet and then used her fingers to clean between her thighs, startled at how hot and moist she was from her arousal. Tears began to flow and she fled back into her own room crawled between the sheets to curl up into the fetal position where she began to cry in earnest. One hand she pressed between her legs the other balled into her mouth . Small sobs of pure anguished muffled by her hand and the blankets within which she hid wracked her slender frame. What am I to do, should I run away? iIn her minds-eye she saw the image of her new Master. To the young inexperienced Seventeen he had seemed absolutely perfect. Yet somehow she had walked into a nightmare, not one of sadistic violence but one which she simply could not comprehend. To this young romantically minded pleasure slave withdrawal of affection was paramount to torture! Her mind went back to the cold obeisant eyes of the other who had looked her over. His needs she had fully understood.

 

[marauder13]

Journal Entry - Day #1 (Cont'd)

I find myself unable to sleep, as my mind goes over the events of this rather significant day. I am starting to question the validity of the experiment, in light of the test subject I acquired. She fitted all the parameters I had for the experiment, including sexuality. But it seems that the subject is either more fully immersed in the environment, or she may have been raised in the environment and possess no other point of reference.

I was aware that I could suffer some emotional entanglement with the subject, but I was not prepared for the swiftness of the onset. It runs a risk of removing the objectiveness on the experiment; my emotional state influencing the steps taken and the end goal could render all the work void.

The subject was initially selected on a whim, mainly to prevent her from being possessed by a rather cruel sadist. His only delight came from her suffering, and had little to do with her emotional needs. In retrospect, that was my first mistake. I made a decision based on a strong emotional state, rather than purely viewing her potential as a viable test subject. Since then, I have found myself becoming more emotionally attached to the young woman, which endangers the experiment greatly.

The other major issue is the distress levels of the test subject. Though she tries to hide it well, there are signs she is masking deeper levels of anxiety, and other detrimental moods states. She seems to have some strong expectations of what was supposed to happen, and since they have not, she is naturally trying to assess where the problems lie, and focuses on herself. For this experiment to work, she needs to be comfortable with her own frame of reference, before it starts to be shifted. My greatest concern is that in order to make her more comfortable, I may have to be rather intimate with the young woman.

She would see any sexual interaction as part of her function, and her reason for being. There would be nothing wrong with me engaging in sexual intercourse with her, as far as she is concerned. However, for me, it borders on taking advantage of her lack of awareness of the other options available to her. Plus, there is a risk of reinforcing her frame of reference. But I am starting to think that denying her that physical activity made be bad for her mental health. Even reading that back to myself, it sounds like a rationalization to appease my own guilt while sating my more base desires.

I cannot delay too long, as it would feed her anxieties, but if I speed up the process of adapting to her base line environment, I could irreparably damage the experiment.

As a physician, my utmost concern is the health of my patient, who in this case is my test subject. She is suffering due to the fact that her normal perspective on what is right is not being met. I need to give her the environment she is most aware of, most comfortable with, in order for her to settle and regain some measure of mental health. In doing so, I must remain vigilant that I am not abusing my position relative to hers, for any personal gain or pleasure.

Sebastian found himself getting to sleep better having put his thoughts down on paper. He was still slightly disturbed at the welter of images that barraged his mind. All of them of Seventeen/Cara. How she moved when he first saw her. The splendid shape of her body. The air of innocence that radiated from her. His imagination took him down several other paths, speculating on numerous activities they could have together. Needless to say, when he woke the following morning, he was in a high state of arousal.

The following thirty minutes were the longest in his life. He knew in a room close by was a very attractive, naked young woman who would be waiting for him to get her and start her education in her new life. Just thinking about her made Sebastian ache in a purely male manner. He started referring to her in less personal ways as he remained lying on his bed. But he steadfastly remained thinking of her by name, keeping her as a person, rather than an object.

When the time was up, he dragged himself out of bed, wrapping a plain white bathrobe around himself. He walked purposefully to Cara's room, knocking once before opening the door.

"Follow me. When we reach my bedroom, you will sit and receive your first instructions." He led her out of her room, back into his bedroom. His room was similar in nature to Cara's. It was a place to sleep and store his clothing. There was little to reflect the man who spent his time there. The manchester on the king sized bed was good quality, but plain in colour. It was a place to sleep, and was presented as such. All the other furnishings spoke of quality and functionality. With a little effort, they could speak in greater detail, but they were muted in way they were set in the room.

Sebastian gave Cara sufficient time to seat herself before he started. "Cara, when the alarm goes off, I normally clean myself, dress and have breakfast. With you here, there will be some minor changes to that routine. You will come in, and go to the ensuite and start running a bath. Once it is going, you will come back in here, and awaken me by kissing me. If I am awake, it will still be a far more pleasant way to greet the day than how I normally wake up. You will then bathe with me, washing me then yourself. After the bath, you will go and make breakfast for us both while I am getting dressed.

"Today, I will help you with the tasks set, so you know what is generally acceptable. I expect you to follow my commands, but I also expect you to show initiative where needed. So, making my breakfast, after a while, you will know the types of food I like and prefer. I expect you to choose from the list of options if I don't specifically ask for something. But I will tell you what is not acceptable once, then I will discipline you after that."

He looked at Cara, feeling the slow building of hormones that called for him to do something primal with the woman before him. He resigned himself to the knowledge that when she finally saw him naked, she would be left in little doubt how he felt about her. He hoped that she took it as a compliment.

 

[MsAphrodite]

The distraught girl had cried on an off throughout the night, she felt that it was a testament to how little this emotionless man cared that he hadn’t even come to check on her or to offer comfort. Even a new puppy would be accorded more than she had... wouldn't it?

Seventeen hadn’t slept a single wink, as a result of which she was awake when the alarm finally sounded, it was the longest night she had very experienced in her young life. Exhausted she dragged herself to the mirror looking bleakly at the ugly girl she saw reflected there. Her eyes were still a bleached out grey but they were now rimmed and puffy from her continual crying and lack of sleep. Her lackluster hair was tangled and matted to her cheeks where it has become stuck by many tears she had shed. It wouldn’t matter to him what she looked like for he had found her lacking already. At the thought huge tears started to well up in her sad eyes again but this time she refused to shed them! Seventeen pushed the strands listlessly behind her ears scrubbed at her eyes and finally sank down on the edge of the bed facing the door her eyes blank pools of misery as she awaited her Master’s arrival.

When the door opened she obediently followed his directive keeping her eyes glued to the carpeted floor and when told to sit she sank gracefully to her knees on the floor exactly where she had been standing. Seventeen had difficulty attending to his instructions realizing that she would probably forget half of what he said and end up with a punishment. The prospect gave the young girl something concrete to hold onto in her world which has suddenly been turned upside down.

When his voice came to a halt she desperately tried to remember what he had said …a bath he wanted her to run a bath … or was it breakfast? Should she simply get up and go do it now? he had said he would help her hadn’t he? Maybe that was the initiative he had spoken of? Seventeen worried on her lower lip then realizing she should probably do something she finally spoke. “Yes Sir this girl will do her best,” her normally melodic tones were low and raspy from her sleepless night almost monotone, reflecting quite clearly how she miserable she was feeling.

Not looking at him nor his room she got to her feet and went into the bathroom where began to run the bath as he has ordered of her assuming he would follow when he was ready for her services. The small chore she was performing steadied her somewhat, it was familiar. Seventeen allowed her mind to switch to automatic pilot trusting that her extensive training would allow her to perform the tasks he had set for her with diligence and care. When all was to her satisfaction, she turned off the taps and sank back to her knees on the cold floor until he had further need of her.

 

[marauder13]

Sebastian noticed the lack of grace in Cara's movements, which he held as odd. The paranoid part of him screamed that he had damaged her by his failure to behave in the manner that she had expected, possibly even needed. Internally, he shook his head. 'She is a young woman, and most young people are fairly resilient once they have been caught quickly enough. Plus, any damage to her psyche will be comparatively minor and will heal in due time with the proper assistance.'

“Yes Sir this girl will do her best.”

Even her voice was wrong. As she stood, Sebastian wondered if somehow her inner flame had been snuffed out. Her entire demeanor was as if she took it from a bad 1950's sci-fi movie robot. The body that had moved so fluidly before now moved like it was made of wood. Her hair was unkempt; the darkness about her eyes clearly spoke of a night with little or no sleep. He was starting to wonder about how strong this woman's world view was, and how high she had set her expectations of her first night as an owned girl.

'What if her self worth is based on how I reacted to her last night? I explained to her that things would happen in time, as I set it. So what could be wrong?' He looked toward the bathroom, hearing the sound of the water flowing into the large tub. 'Of course, she may have heard the words, but they may have head little effect on her expectations. If she was greatly excited by this event, she may have locked onto what she thought was right, and let little else sway her form that point of view. Could she feel that she is not worthy of my attention because I didn't fuck her the moment I got her home?'

A gentle smile crossed his face as he heard the water stop running into the bath. He would thank her sincerely for her completion of the first task. He was looking forward to kissing her again. Their first kiss was one that remained firmly locked in his mind. Thinking of her luscious lips caressing him made him harden again, propping up the bathrobe enough to make it clear what was happening.

He waited patiently for Cara to return and notify him that the bath was ready by kissing him. When Cara didn't return, Sebastian got a little nervous. Though he didn't hear any splashes, he still considered that in her lacklustre state, she might decide to remove herself from her bad situation. Sebastian was relieved to see Cara kneeling near the bath tub, patiently waiting while she stared off into space, seemingly lost in her own world.

"Cara, thank you for running the bath." He dipped his hand in, surprised at how close she got the water to his preferred temperature. It was a little cooler than he would like, but it was close enough to not require adjusting. "You did well with the water temperature. Thank you."

Sebastian took a deep breath, and took off his robe. His broad shoulders were finally exposed, showing an equally broad torso beneath. He was not trim, but he was closer to that than he was to being obese. He carried himself well, and he was a little conscious of his rather noticeable erection standing proudly before him. The presence of Cara made sure that he remained so obviously physically pleased with her, regardless of how much he tried to calm himself down. He couldn't stop his eyes roaming her nakedness any more than he could stop his heart from beating. She was healthy, in good proportions for a woman of her height and body frame. He had seen what command she had over her body, and he was certain that she would be able to do many things well.

In her eyes, he was her Master. He commanded, she obeyed. She also sought love from him. Reassurance, guidance and possibly many other things as well. He knew that she thought one of her primary function was to sexually please him in whatever manner he desired. Goosebumps rose on his skin as his mind briefly ran through options. It was more difficult to restrain his rampant thoughts because he knew deep down that the chances of her rejecting any of them would be close to nil.

"Cara, come into the bath with me, and clean me." Sebastian climbed in, holding out a hand to Cara to assist her following him in. The tub was large enough for the two of them to fit, and have enough room to maneuver without causing any injuries or major discomfort. "Cara, where would you like me to be to make it best for you to clean me?"

 

[MsAphrodite]

Cara had kept her eyes downcast as her new Master disrobed and she had kept them fixed downwards as he stepped into the bathtub. "Cara, come into the bath with me, and clean me."

Seventeen got to her feet catching sight of herself in the mirror as she did so. She hesitated taking a full step back horrified at the image she presented!

"Cara, where would you like me to be to make it best for you to clean me?"

Her eyes darted to his finally taking in his aroused state! 17 was perplexed and confused. He didn’t want her when she looked her best how could he be aroused now? She looked like something that had crawled out of a gutter! He may have an erection it doesn't mean he finds you attractive, an inner voice told her scathingly.

“Please Sir this girl is f..filthy she shouldn’t soil your bath with her presence.” Cara started to stammer out her thoughts unmindful of the question he had posed her. ”Pl..please allow me t..to bathe first … wash my hair , cleanse my skin…this girl couldn’t find s..soap last night nor a towel I… a..am…u..unclean.”

Seventeen started to tremble valiantly trying to still the small silent tears which had begun to fall from her anxious eyes as she waited for the wrath which she was sure would follow her request. Bathe first before your Master…where is your mind girl! the voice jeered at her again delighting in her faux pas.

To her surprise Sebastion simply stepped back out of the bathtub placing his large hand under her chin as he raised her tear stained eyes to his. “Bathe, and then you may prepare me another bath.” Pulling out a basket from an overhead cupboard he handed it to her. ”I bought these for your arrival.” Saying nothing further he donned a bathrobe and settled himself in a wicker chair to watch. What was going on behind his shuttered eyes the confused girl had no inkling of.

Seventeen took the basket from his hands and for the very first time she smiled softly her eyes widening in awe as she spied the products he had bought for her. “Thank you Sir.” She pinked prettily as she scanned the contents.

Placing the basketful of delightful goodies on the edge of the huge tub she opened a bottle of bubble bath which she added to the still running water before turning off the taps. 17 was unsure of the scent but it was heavenly as it filled the bathroom with its heady provocative fragrance. Stepping into the now fragrant water she bent over to remove a huge hair clip she had spied using it to secure her masses of unruly hair on the top of her head while she bathed, her actions innocently raising her full breasts presenting them in all their young perfection for her watching Master.

The young pleasure slave soon became lost in her abolitions; this was something she could relate to. Seventeen sank down into the heavenly water her whole demeanor relaxing. Her new Master’s presence was seemingly forgotten, she arched her neck and stretched like a languorous kitten exposing her lovely curves and allowing her breasts to play a game of beek-a-boo from amongst the playful bubbles.

Fully soaked from head to toe Seventeen finally stood up looking for all the world like some sensual water nymph from another time and place. The lazy water ran off her nubile young body in tiny seductive rivulets. Small bubbles clung lovingly to her pouty nipples before sliding down her glistening belly to disappear into her secret and as yet unexplored places.

His innocently unaware submissive plucked a large bar of soap form her basket lathering her small hands before massaging its softness into both breasts paying particular attention to her puffy pink nipples. Seventeen took her time messaging, caressing, making sure to get every single millimeter of them squeaky clean. She lovingly cleaned her tiny waist and slightly rounded belly not missing a single inch of her satiny skin. Satisfied that all was well she picked up a tumbler from the basket and slowly drizzled water over her breasts and tummy to rinse them free of soap.

Turning slightly away from her watching Master she placed one small foot on the side of the bathtub inadvertently giving Sebastian a front row seat of her rounded bottom and teasing glimpses of the charms that lay between her slender legs as she soaped her leg from ankle to hip ending at her sexy behind where she gently placed a soapy finger in the puckered hole to clean it.

Job done she turned to face her Master putting her other foot on the side of the tub as she repeated her actions from her slender foot upwards until she reached the apex of her womanhood. Picking up the small tumbler again she dripped water over her smooth mons, it trailed its way between her legs to drip erotically off her innocently awaiting labia. Placing it on the tubs edge she soaped her fingers using them once more to wash her private places. Seventeen slid her fingers between her labia soaping backward and forwards before attending to her outer lips, rinsing herself again when she was done.

All the while she was bathing Seventeen was blissfully unaware of the effect her actions might be having on her Master. In a way she was simply taking solace in this intimate ritual, never before had she had an audience with the exception of her handler who didn’t really didn’t really count.

The oblivious girl released her hair causing it to tumble down around her body before washing and conditioning her long tresses with the diligence she had previously show her body. Finished she seemed almost to disappear as if in slow motion beneath the bubbly waters. The bubbles cascaded everywhere and she looked very much like a mermaid as she floated beneath the surface her hair fanning out around her body like some erotic living entity with a life all of its own.

Finally done Seventeen sat up suddenly becoming aware of her surroundings. Blushing she seemed flustered; her eyes met Sebastian’s for a single unguarded moment before she modestly lowered them again. Carefully she gathered her hair and placed it over one shoulder exposing the slender curve of her back. Normally her handler would do this but…

She looked back at him from over her shoulder as she spoke. Her voice was softly demure, a beguiling mixture of simple innocence and sexual allure as she made her simple request of him...it was devoid of subterfuge.

“W…would my Master please consent to wash this girls back. I…I cannot reach it?”

 

[marauder13]

While Sebastian settled into the chair to wait for Cara to make herself presentable, he thought back over her reactions to his request.

“Please Sir this girl is f..filthy she shouldn’t soil your bath with her presence. Pl..please allow me t..to bathe first … wash my hair, cleanse my skin…this girl couldn’t find s..soap last night nor a towel I… a..am…u..unclean.”

Given her more... lifeless reactions prior, he felt it was prudent to allow her to do as she asked, if nothing more than to settle her anxieties. It would allow him to observe how she went about cleaning herself. Simple acts such as cleaning habits, of self and environment, would give him a great insight into her psyche. Not just if she cleaned herself thoroughly, but how she went about it. Would it be a purely functional activity, doing what was needed to fulfill her hygiene requirements, or if it was something she took pleasure in. If it was the later, then it was something her trainers condoned, and it would be something he would support. If not, he would try and have her enjoy her time in the bath, and try and use it to relax.

When he returned from his thoughts, he noted that Cara was still smiling as she made the final preparations with the basket he bought for her. He knew such matters were of personal taste and preference, but to start with, he felt confident that the choices made would not be bad. In time, he would allow her to choose what she favoured, after letting her try several different products to find what suited her best.

It appeared to him that he was temporarily removed from her mind as she focused more on the bath. Bubble bath was foaming up nicely in the tub, and Cara was looking at the other contents to see what she would use. The scent of the bubble bath filled the room, making Sebastian droop his eye lids to allow him to better focus on the scent. He wondered how her skin would smell in the aftermath of her bathing. 'Will her skin be even softer than it was last night?'

What followed was what Sebastian thought was the most erotic show he had ever seen, live or recorded. Every move of Cara's was done naturally without any pause for thought, or registration of deed or effect. The way she secured her hair served not only to keep it up from her body, but it displayed her breasts most eloquently. He could not help but look at how they sat delicately upon her chest. How the curves at every angle of view were nothing short of flawless. That the only place where the smooth, unblemished surface was not was exactly where it wasn't meant to be. When he was able to tear his gaze away, he also saw how good her arms were; fine lined, firm and toned like the rest of her. He knew that her limbs flowed with grace and fluidity, and seeing her arms in the simple action reinforced that knowledge keenly.

He was aware of her improvement as she sank into the water. The movement of her neck and head showed a more fluid movement, lacking the earlier stiffness. A small, joyful smile crept across his face as he continued to watch the young woman take some measure of pleasure form the bath. 'Hopefully, she will remain similarly relaxed when the time comes for her to bathe me. It would make it far more pleasant if she does relax.' Further thoughts were lost in the lust laden haze brought about by her stretching and and subsequent rising from the foam blanketed water. It was impossible not to fix his gaze of the bubbles that precariously held onto her nipples, or to the unfortunate ones that succumbed to gravity's unceasing pull and were dragged to other places of similar interest and importance. Tracking their descent over her belly, and down in between her legs almost pulled a groan from him.

Sebastian had no idea how much more difficult it was going to be remaining still and quiet as his newest companion continued her seemingly unknowing torture of her Master. His erection which has eased off slightly had returned with painful force at the display continuing before him. The way her hands roamed her body, cleaning the collection of grime from her body had his mouth watering and his hands twitching in desire to help out. He wanted it to be his hands running the soap over her, while enjoying the feel of her body underneath. His thoughts ran into other places; bending her over and soaping her shoulders while he slid himself deep within her succulent body, and...

A quick shake of his head scattered the illusion that was depriving him of some far more worthy. He missed her rinsing herself, which he was torn about being pleased or not over missing. But she then turned herself away from him, washing her leg that was propped on the side of the tub. Again, it showed off her limb excellently, as well as giving wondrous definition to her backside and giving some teasing glimpses of a place she was yet to share with him. He swallowed twice to removed the dryness generated by the vision before him. Again, his hands twitched, wanting to be the deliverers of the soap. Again, he couldn't stop the delicious revelation of her leg as the water washed away the bubbly covering.

Her turn to face his direction to clean the other leg, was surprising less appealing to him, as some of the tease factor was missing. This observation was a revelation to himself, as he never thought he liked the tease associated with the gentle "peek-a-boo" game that took place. But that was the only flaw, if that, of her cleaning her other leg. His reactions were akin to the first.

He was surprised when he noticed how she cleaned her genitalia. Again, she was thorough in her efforts, along with the degree of innocence about those actions. But she took no obvious pleasure from what she was doing. There was not even a sign of any masturbation attempts, or of any being done before. There was enormous significance to that, but it was pushed aside as she continued to rinse herself once more.

'I don't give a damn what she thinks in future - we're bathing together.'

He watched, entranced as Cara washed her hair with the same attention to detail and simple actions that he was coming to expect from her. Her fingers worked the shampoo through her long locks, emphasizing the richness of her hair's colour. He waited patiently as she immersed herself in the water. He imagined her cleansing more than just her body in that moment; her essence, soul, her true self was being rinsed clean of the detritus that had gathered since her purchase.

Again, his eyes were captivated by the travels of the varying patches of bubbles that lost their desire to remain clinging to her delicate, graceful body. But by some unknown instinct, he broke off watching them to look at Cara's eyes. Moments after looking at them, she looked up at him, looking him in the eye before demurely dropping her gaze. He longed to know what passed through her mind in that moment of contact.

Cara had gather the long cascade of hair to move over to the front of her. He was given a full view of her back, derriere and legs, which he appreciated fully. With a seductive turn of her head over her bare shoulder. Her face was more alive then than when she started her bath, something that pleased him deeply.

“W…would my Master please consent to wash this girls back. I…I cannot reach it?”

Even if he was bereft of his years of training, he would still have picked up that the question was delivered without deception. Sebastian let a warm smile show before he eased himself out of his chair. With a similar way, he responded to her. "It would be my pleasure to do so, Cara."

He removed his robe, showing that he was still aroused, but not painfully so. He dipped his hands into the water, then picked up the bar of soap and worked up a good lather. His initial touch was tentative, cautious as if unwilling to break something fragile. His fingers found the tops of her shoulders, pausing for a moment to just feel the skin underneath his touch.

Breaking the spell, he slowly moved his fingertips in lazy circles over her shoulders and top of her back. Soon, his palms were on her skin too. His hands moved slowly across her back, spreading the lather across her skin as he explored her body a little more. He liked the firm, gentle curves as he worked his hands down towards her hips. While he was cleaning her, he was also enjoying the touching that went along with it. His hands remained true to their purpose when he got to her derriere. Even cupping the glorious mounds of flesh, he still cleaned her rather than doing anything more personal.

He filled the pitcher and poured the water over her back to rinse away the foam and what was removed form her skin. He placed the pitcher back down on the side of the tub. He took the minor step forward, joining her in the water. His arms wrapped around her, enveloping her in a warm, tender embrace. He said nothing as he held her, hoping his actions would tell her how he felt about her. Even if she was a test subject, she was a person. One who needed to know that she was appreciated, at the very least.

"Cara... I know that you expected different of me when I brought you home. I have not rejected you, or think that you are ugly, or worthless or anything else that is bad. You are a very beautiful woman. We will do things as I desire, because it pleases me greatly to do them this way." He released her, and slowly turned her around so she faced him. "There is much that I want to show you, and find out about you before I claim you fully. By the time that happens, it will be even better for us both. I want your first time with your Master to be remembered for all the right reasons."

He leant down, take her lips with his slowly. As he tasted her, he finally gave up fighting against the thoughts of them being sexually intimate. He knew, as a doctor, she needed that from him. He knew as a man, he was not really capable of resisting her. He forgot all those thoughts and any others he had as he lost himself in the delights of kissing his slave. Of kissing Cara.

For how long they stood, he lost track. He was enjoying the simplest pleasure a man could have with a woman. But his finally broke away from her lips, pulling himself back enough to bring her into focus. "Cara, in future, unless I tell you otherwise, each morning we will bath together. I don't care how sullied you may feel, but you will bathe with me. Because the thought of that pleases me.

"This time, though, we shall continue with what you had suggested. Please refill the bath, with the temperature the same as you set for yourself. Then, while you clean me, I would like to hear about what you look forward to now that you are owned. Most importantly, what is something you would like to do, experience or see."

He stepped out of the tub, sitting down beside it while Cara readied the bath for him.

 

[MsAphrodite]

Had Sebastian wondered what she had been thinking in that unguarded moment when their eyes had met...her new Master would have understood that as his newly acquired slave had realized he was watching her bathe, and that it was in that single instance the proverbial penny had finally dropped for the young girl.

Her handlers had watched her with detachment, they were simply not allowed to touch or sample much less lust after one who was being trained, one who was ordained to arrive at her destination unspoiled. Sexually trained yes, all else was tabla rasa, she would be transcribed upon by the one who owned her. Such things were sacrosanct!

In that instant, she had finally understood that whatever misgivings she had, good or bad, this was her now...her destiny.

Seventeen had watched him disrobe from beneath her long lashes her curious eyes taking in his body noting his arousal and as a result she became even more perplexed at how this man, her Master, one who obviously found her appealing had not taken her as his.

His flowery explanations had fallen short.

The young pleasure slave didn't have the world knowledge to fathom the whys of it, yet the blossoming young woman instinctively sensed that something was amiss - that there was some unknown that he was keeping from her.

It was his prerogative to do as he wished, Seventeen silently prayed his behavior wasn't a precursor to something bad, something designed to cause her pain. No matter, she would endure as she has been taught. Whatever his deviations she was confident that she could probably handle them. It was her duty...she was his bought and paid for.

Seventeen tensed for an instant as he began to soap her back relaxing by degrees her eyes soon fluttering closed as she began to get used to his unaccustomed touch, a touch so very different from that of her handlers. "Mmmmmm', a soft moan escaped from her rosy lips, he is really very good at this,she thought her breathing deepening as she began to fully relax. The only thing marring the moment was his continuing use of the alien name he had given her.

After rinsing her back to her surprise he joined her in the huge bath tub his arms wrapping around her in an almost tender embrace. Seventeen followed her instincts and relaxed back against him, she could feel the heat of his glorious arousal pressing demandingly into her lower back. It will happen now, she thought her heart skipping a beat. Without conscious thought her bent legs fell open slightly as she moved gently back into his erection stopping short only as he spoke again...

The young aroused slave nestled between his legs wanted to cry, she was mistaken now would not be the time, he had much to show her, much to find out about her before he would claim her as his. Her mind was whirling...all he needed to know was that she was his...everything else about her was his to mould as he thought fit.She squeezed her eyes closed forcing herself to remain relaxed in his arms.

"I want your first time with your Master to be remembered for all the right reasons."

What reasons could he be speaking of? Seventeen wasn't sure she wanted to know the reasons he kept alluding too, she simply hadn't been instructed in such things. If they have been omitted from her training then they simply couldn't be good now could they?

Her thoughts were stilled as his lips met hers further confusing the young woman child. This man, her Master, blew hot and cold keeping her off balance, who have ever thought this would be so very hard? Seventeen desperately wanted to please this enigmatic man but was beginning to despair of how to do this.

The kiss was all she could have ever hoped for and she melted into his arms following his lead, no tricks or technique, just the reactions of a young woman who was perhaps falling in love despite her better judgment...

Suddenly the kiss ended and he was out of the tub more instructions pouring from his lips.

"Cara, in future, unless I tell you otherwise, each morning we will bath together. I don't care how sullied you may feel, but you will bathe with me. Because the thought of that pleases me. This time, though, we shall continue with what you had suggested. Please refill the bath, with the temperature the same as you set for yourself. Then, while you clean me, I would like to hear about what you look forward to now that you are owned. Most importantly, what is something you would like to do, experience or see."

A bemused Seventeen pulled the plug and set about following his instructions, she felt as if she were floating as she prepared his bath for all the world looking like some mermaid who had suddenly grown long lithe legs her hair clinging to her flushed form and she gracefully went about her chore.

His bath finally ready she climbed into the huge tub sitting at one end legs innocently open and inviting as she indicated he should enter and settle himself between her long limbs.

"This girl will start by washing her Master's hair if she may?"

As her Master nodded and settled where she indicted she wrapped her long legs around his torso and began to gently wash and his hair, her ministrations causing her softly rounded breasts to lovingly tease and tantalize his back as she worked.

After giving his hair a through rinse, she picked up a huge sponge and dribbled water all over his chest until he was fully wet. Everywhere a droplet fell her eyes followed; Seventeen dearly wished she had the courage to place hot steamy kisses on each wet spot. Blushing at her errant thoughts instead she soaped up the sponge and proceeded to wash every inch of her Masters back, shoulders, neck and chest doing so with the same gentle care and attention she had shown during her own ablutions. Not content with his cleanliness she continued with a practiced and skillful massage of his neck and shoulders. Finally Seventeen guided his head to rest against her soft full breasts as she cleaned his face using her finger tips alone.

Transferring her attention to his belly her eyes gazed upon his rampant erection. This time she did not avert her curious gaze. Seventeen was comfortable with both her own nudity and that of the male form. She had been trained using clever facsimiles and up to a point on the real thing, yet in this moment the young girl wondered why the sight of this particular penis made her feel suddenly shy. She dropped her eyes to find him lazily watching her, what was he thinking,she wondered blushing even more her eyes her eyes darkening to pools of the deepest violet. Smiling shyly she continued with his bathing.

Easing him forwards again almost without unlocking her legs she swiveled around him with the grace of an agile mermaid until she was seated facing him between his outstretched legs.

The suddenly self-conscious girl could feel his hardness pressing against the softness of her sex as she reached behind him to ease his head down on a bath pillow - flustered as she was she didn't even realize that one succulent nipple grazed his lips invitingly as she did do. Reaching for her sponge and she quickly eased back down the bathtub to soap his legs and feet.

Sebastion's manhood stood up thick and proud as if awaiting its turn with the sponge and loosing patience. It looked positively angry. Seventeen was sorely tempted to simply give this piece of her Master's anatomy a complete miss.

Well trained as she was the thought was swiftly banished. sliding closer she eased his legs to rest on her outspread knees so that he was half floating in the tub. This time she lathered up her hands rather than her sponge reaching underneath him to clean both his buttocks and thighs leaving no inch of him untouched; not even his sensitive balls which she cupped reverently as she messaged and washed them as if they were both precious jewels to be savored and enjoyed.

Soaping her hands once more she changed her attentions to his still rampant penis. Grasping it between both hands as if to tame the beast she lathered it from base to tip rolling it firmly between her palms as she sought to clean its surface; satin over steel. Despite her trepidation, Seventeen loved the masculine feel of it between her soft fingers....she still naïvely marveled that such thing could ever fit inside her! Holding its base firmly in one palm she inadvertently slowly licked her lips in the same moment as she glanced up at her Master...her eyes twin pools of desire and need.

It was at that moment that the horrified girl realized that she had omitted one of his commands...his questions! She had been so enthralled by her exploration of his body that she had simply forgotten.

Her hand still wrapped around his thickness she began to speak in earnest. Her head remained bowed, her free hand moving rhythmically up and down his length much as she had with her braid at the dinner table, a nervous habit she was unaware of.

" S..Sir I have no answers for you...this girl had not thought beyond finding her own Master to love and cherish..."

Knowing he would require answers she pressed onwards. "She would like her Master...to...to make love to her...she would like to please him in all things...she wants to become a woman...to...to share his bed ..."

Her voice trailed off as she finally realized that the object she still held was like a scorching brand between her slender fingers. It pulsated...it was alive!

She dropped it as if burned.

Fearing she had inadvertently overstepped she scooted back away from him her eyes as wide as saucers as she sought out his.

" Master forgive this girl she..."

What am idiot I am, she thought wishing she could simply disappear. Seventeen had been taught many forms of erotic bathing techniques but had gone on instinct keeping this bath in its simplest of forms... now look what she had done. Slut! an inner voice berated her scathingly, he doesn't want your hands his cock, can't you take a hint, you stupid girl?

Apparently not, she thought sadly...she would loose him, he would send her back.

Seventeen drew her knees up to her chest in the water innocently offering him beek-a-boo glimpses of the charms nestled at the apex of her trembling thighs...charms he claimed no interest in.

Resigned she simply waited.