The guard opened the cell letting the Mistress of Training in. The Mistress was a mature yet beautiful woman, who was wearing a lovely and revealing evening gown. Her hair was bound in a braid running almost to the floor.
She turned to the guard and asked, "No one's tried to train her?"
"No, Mistress," The guard replied.
"No one's entered her cell?"
"No, Mistress."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good!" She turned to look at the naked girl cowering in the far corner of the cell and smiled. For most women, this would be a warm smile, but for her, any smile would look wicked.
"I don't know why he would want an untrained virgin, but since he is paying handsomely, I won't complain." She flashed the new slave another smile, making the girl cringe even further.
The Mistress then turned back to the guard. "Get her ready, usual outfit. And make sure no one lays a hand on her! Last thing I need is a grumpy customer."
"Yes, Mistress!" With that the guard hurried off to carry out the order.
The Mistress then kneeled in front of the girl, cupped her cheeks, and turned her face to meet her own. "It's a pity, though. I would've enjoyed training you."
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She was escorted down the hallways by the guard to the room of her destination. The long brown cloak she had covered everything but her face, so the other guests didn't get any ideas. Eventually, they reached the room where her new master was waiting. The guard knocked on the door and awaited an answer.
"Yes?" A man's voice was heard through the door.
"I'm here to deliver your purchase, sir," the guard replied.
To the girl's surprise, the door opened revealing a handsome, tall, young man. He was a full half of a foot taller than her. "Oh good! Let her in and then you may leave."
The girl walked nervously into the room and the guard slowly closed the door, leaving her alone with this man. It was a luxurious looking apartment, with a large bed and fireplace. A couple of chairs dotted the area and the carpet was plush and soft.
His voice brought back from her awe. "All right, let's see what you got." His eyes had a hard look to them, as if he meant business.
She looked at him confused, not knowing what to do.
"Your robe! Take it off! Let's see what you look like."
She nervously and reluctantly let the cloak fall to the floor revealing her in a simple cotton shift that barely covered her hips. Her slender and smooth legs were completely bare as well as her feet. Scared of what might happen next, she crossed her legs and tried to cover herself as best she can, unable to look at her new master.
He studied her over, clearly amused at her attempt at modesty. After a moment, he walked behind her, placed his hands on her shoulders, and whispered into her ear, "You're really cute, you know that?"
Despite how warm he felt to her, she couldn't help but yelp and cringe away from him. She was so scared; it was all she could do to keep herself from crying.
"I'm being serious. I really think you're cute. There is no reason to be afraid of me. As long as you obey me, I will make sure you will come to no harm." His words had their intended effect as she partially regained her composure. He gently lowered her arms to her sides and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"I'm not like most other masters, I won't strap you to any machines, and I won't punish you for the sake of doing so." His soothing words suddenly took a hard edge, "But I expect obedience and submission from you, understood?"
She slowly turned to look at his lovely face and almost got lost in his eyes, but she reluctantly nodded.
The edge never left his voice. "When I ask you a question, you say 'Yes, Master,' or 'No, Master.' Understood?"
"Y-y-yes, M-m-master," she slowly stammered out as she quickly came back to the reality of the situation.
A smile came across his lips. "Good! Now, for starters, let's see you take off that shift." He let go of her and stood at her side to watch...
She fearfully lowered her eyes to the floor and started wringing the lower part of the shift, unknowingly letting her white panties show.
After a few seconds reached out and gave her a swat on her butt. "Do it!" He commanded.
She let out a yelp and slowly and reluctantly pulled it up and over her head. She then dropped the shift to the floor and quickly covered her tiny breasts with her arms, feeling a chill come across her body.
He returned behind her and rubbed his hands up and down her arms. This time she didn't cringe so much, recognizing more and more how warm his hands felt. She let him coax arms back to her sides, feeling the goose bumps on her nipples form.
He reached around her arms and started running his hands over her chest. "You're breasts are rather small, but I love the way your nipples stand out," he told her as he started to gently roll her nipples between his fingers, and started to plant soft kisses on her shoulders
She fought the urge to struggle as he violated her in this way, but as he continued, she started to feel somehow pleasured at his amazing tenderness. But before she could fully relax, he knelt down and grabbed hold of her panties. She gave another yelp and tried to block him.
"Let go..." he warned. "Let go, or else."
Hearing the menace in his voice, she let go and brought her arms over her breasts again, nearly crying. She shut her eyes tight, fearing what he might do to her if she continued to fight him.
Unheeding of her reaction, he lowered her panties to the floor and told her to step out, which she reluctantly did. "Go sit on the bed. I got some catching up to do," he instructed. She quickly sat down, relieved for all the standing. On the bed she quickly crossed her legs and tried to cover up as best she could with her arms.
She nervously watched as he started to undress himself. He wasn't very muscular but he seemed fit. Her nervousness nearly turned to fear and then awe when he finished. She had seen her father's penis accidentally once, but this one was quite a bit bigger than his! He bent back down and picked up the robe and "clothes" she wore, then turned around, and to her great shock, threw them into the fireplace.
"You won't need those anymore," he told her as he walked toward her. He stopped right in front of her, with his cock just dangling below her chin. At first she seemed hypnotized by it, but quickly came to and looked away blushing.
He let out a slight chuckle. "It's ok, stare at it. You're going to get really acquainted with it in a moment." She gave him a bewildered look for a moment, and then he commanded, "Kneel on the floor."
She quickly got on the floor and pressed herself against the side of the bed, still trying to cover herself. He sat himself on the bed next to her with his legs wide open. "It's time for your first lesson. Before anything else, you must learn to pleasure me. Come around between my legs."
She slowly and cautiously crawled around his leg and sat on her knees in front of him, keeping her distance from his cock and still not letting her private areas be seen.
"In order to please me, you're going to have to stop covering yourself like that. Lower your hands from your breasts. I've already seen and touched them anyway, right?" His last sentence made sense, and she let her arms slowly to her sides.
"Now come closer, come right up between my legs." She obeyed, but tried to keep as much distance between her and his hanging manhood.
"Hehe, is my cock making you scared?" He grinned at her reluctance to be near his member. "Your first task is to touch it. Just reach out and touch it, understand?" Her eyes filled with panic as she looked back and forth from his face to his penis.
He finally grew impatient at her reluctance and reached to her nipple and twisted it hard. "I said touch it!" She gave a cry in pain and covered her nipple. Chastised, she reluctantly reached out and touched a finger on his cock and quickly pulls away. After a few more seconds she again reached out and softly lays her hand on it, this time keeping it there.
"Good girl. Now take it in your hand. There you go... feel how warm it is?"
"Yes... Master..." she timidly replied, still wanting to let go of it.
"You're doing good. It won't bite you or hurt you in any way. Now start stroking it." She felt her curiosity build as she follows his command. To her amazement it started to grow and harden in her hand. She had never seen this happen before! It seemed both dirty, yet somehow fun. She kept stroking it watching raptly at the change in it.
She was drawn back to his face by the groan he let out. She looked up and saw the ecstasy in his face. Soon he regained his composure and stopped her hand. "You learn quickly," he said with a big smile on his face. "Now for the next part: kiss it."
