Chapter 1
"Nadu Slave." He says in a controlled tone to his newly bought slave. She sinks to her knees quickly, her short term training by the slavers kicking in. After she is on her knees, they spread wide, her back is held straight with her head highly held, with her eyes cast down in respect to her new master. She sets her palms face up on her thighs. Then going through the check list in her mind she remembers to arch her back and push her size C breasts out. She can feel her long light brown hair brushing against her bare back as she does this and it sends a slight chill across her skin but she keeps it to herself. "Now display" her master commands. She quickly rises back to her feet. She sets her feet wide enough for her master to place his hand between her legs. She balances on the balls of her feet showing of the delicate but strong muscles in her well toned legs and she pulls her arms behind her back crossing her wrists behind her and pushes her breasts out again. Keeping her eyes down she raises her head proudly, showing off her body for her new master. "Turn about slave," he orders and as she turns gracefully he lets his eyes roam over the well toned body of his newly bought slave. "Good. Good," he says as he reaches out a hand to cup her buttocks, "you have a nice body slave."
"Thank you, Master."
"Now, run to the wall and back then Sula Ki." He says with a resounding smack on her ass. She quickly, keeping her legs relatively straight, barely lifting her feet, runs to the wall and back. She keeps her arms down and her hands out but not at quite the right angle. When she reaches the wall she turns gracefully and returns the same way then once she is back in front of her master she sinks to the floor, very much like the last time she did, but instead of nadu she lays back on the floor spreading her legs wide and placing her feet down on the floor slowly lifts her hips up, displaying her slave heat for her master.
He reaches over to the wall and grabs one of the whips hanging there. He lets it uncoil and without warning strikes his slave on the inner side of her thigh. Struggling to keep control of her body she flinches but she keeps her cry of pain in. "Master, what did your slave do wrong so that she may know how to properly please her master in the future?"
"Your arms need to be straighter," and with that four more strikes land on her inner thighs. Then without warning the handle of the whip is shoved into her slave heat. She is unable to hold back the gasp and her eyes flutter from the mix of pain and pleasure. "Yes Master, your slave will keep her arms straighter Master." He pulls the handle out of her pussy, "Your heat seems to be working just fine." And with that he hits her mons with it. Not flinching she maintains the position staring up into the ceiling of the living room waiting for direction.