It was not long before the Viscount entered. I heard his footsteps and opened my eyes, to see him standing next to the bed looking down on me.
"You look lovely, my dear" he said.
"Thank you."
He sat and touched my leg, running a finger up my thigh. He glanced at the mound of hair covering my sex, but didn't make a move towards it. I concentrated on not opening my legs. The Viscount was hard to understand, but I had a sense of him after all this time. Sometimes he appreciated a gesture like that from me, and sometimes it would be frowned upon. My judgement in these matters was not always correct, but I was right often enough to know to check my instincts. He looked up at me and smiled softly. I did the right thing this time.
"Serena, I have a treat for you this evening. I feel you have come along nicely in your work with the slave girls, and it is time to move towards the next phase. Now.. don't misunderstand. Everything you have learned so far still applies, it is just that now you are ready for new experiences. You see?"
I didn't see, but nodded anyway. I felt a thrill of excitement mixed with anxious caution rush through me. What did he have planned for me? Was he going to finally take me to his bed? Unbind me and allow me to touch him?
For a moment I thought that, amazingly, that was it. He motioned for me to sit up and leaned over me to untie my hands. He nuzzled my neck as he did so, and I could feel my juices starting to flow as they always did when he touched me.
"Stand up, Serena, and put on your robe."
I did as he told me, and he walked to the door, opening it and speaking to someone in the hall. Another figure entered the room.
"This is one of our slave boys, Serena, you've not seen him before, have you?"
"No, I haven't." I replied. The slave boy was not really a boy at all, but a strong looking man. He stood before us naked. I looked at his body, he had massive muscles covering his chest and arms, and dark body hair that curled around him. I looked down at his sex, and could feel my face flush. I was embarrassed to openly stare that way but my curiosity overwhelmed me.
"That's possibly the first time you've ever seen a cock, is it not, Serena?"
I was going to reply but stopped before my voice could come to me, as the slave boy's cock suddenly doubled in size and stood straight out before him. The Viscount began to laugh.
"No need to answer, dear, your face tells it all."
I knew I was blushing again and I couldn't manage a word, so I said nothing. I looked at the slave boy's face, thinking to myself that it seemed ridiculous to keep calling him a boy, but this was what the Viscount required. His expression was calm, but his eyes looked fiery. I suspected he was angry with the Viscount for bringing him here, and perhaps angry with me for my reaction to him, but helpless to do anything about it. I did not know by what means the Viscount kept the slaves in order, but whatever it was it typically appeared to be effective.
"Well then, Serena, I will let you walk to him, and touch him. Just be sure to wait for my instructions, do you understand? It is a lesson in restraint."
I nodded in the affirmative, and took a deep breath, not able to take my eyes off the naked man in front of me.