The new slave did not yet fully know her purpose. She sat on the floor writing to her diary while her master was watching his football game. She wasn’t interested in football, but she liked to keep him company. She was glad he never made her watch the games or try to get into them, and she did realize that he found his pleasure in her so much more interesting in other ways.

She felt his eyes on her, even though she did not lift hers to meet his gaze. He was studying her as she tried to concentrate, writing down her thoughts. She could feel his stare burn through her and she wondered for how long he had ignored the game.

The master watched his slave as she kneeled softly on the floor. He noticed how her hair had carefully veiled the side of her face, as if to hide a part of her. His eyes searched the room briefly and zoomed in on a hair band that had been left on the side table. He reached over to pick it up and threw it at her. She immediately knew what to do, tying her hair up behind her ears quickly in a soft ponytail. Her face would not be hidden from him. She never looked up as she continued to write.

The master continued to watch her. Adorned in one of his favorite gowns and looking so sexy on the floor, she looked so lovely and he felt his emotions rise. His mind already screamed instant use of her. But he took his time. For several days now he had owned her and his impatience to adore her body had left him behind in his teaching. He had not believed what he had heard when she had confessed to him that she had never experienced an orgasm. Having been brought up in a very uptight world, she had never explored her own body in that way. And tonight he would see to it that she would experience her first.

“Slave,” he ordered. “Prepare yourself for use.”

She swiftly worked to remove all her clothing at his bidding. Buttons and snaps snapped open quickly to reveal her delicious curves. She gently put the clothing pile aside, her hands trembling only slightly, her stunning body fully naked now. She turned to face him.

He felt his bulge press painfully against his pants as he took in her heavy breasts, her tiny waist, the elegant lines of her neck, the honey-milk skin that glistened attractively over her frame.

He savored the moment for a little while as she kneeled before him.

“Go to my chamber to prepare for full use and return to me,” he asked.

She got up and hurried to do his bidding. Her heart beat rapidly as she tried to focus on not missing any important details as she prepared. She could already feel the thrill sit in the pit of her stomach in anticipation of his love.

Her hands quivered as she removed her hairband to comb out her hair until it shone. She checked her face in the mirror and then quickly glanced down at her crotch. She had shaved only last night, but she wanted to make sure she was entirely smooth. She didn’t want to anger him.

Satisfied that all was perfect, she then opened the drawer with lubricants and applied one generously into the tight opening of her behind. She checked her feet and hands to make sure they were perfectly groomed. As an afterthought, she dabbed on a hint of his favorite perfume. She then returned to him.

He smiled approvingly as he saw her walk towards him, then kneeling at his feet. She was ready to be looked over. He reached out to touch her face. Her skin was flushed. His finger trailed down her cheek, stopping at the corner of her lips as they immediately parted, allowing access. He entered her mouth, feeling her soft tongue and inner cheeks.

She closed her mouth and sucked his finger gently. He withdrew and traced the now-wet finger down her neck. She lifted both arms, clasping her hands behind her head, her triceps exposed to him as her breasts lifted for his play.

He cupped each one and kneaded them gently. He could do this for days, and he knew she would sit there for as long as he needed. He thumbed the tight peaks, and she breathed out, sighing.

He then moved on down her body, prodding her legs more open with his foot. She readjusted her kneeling position to make herself more available. He cupped her mound but did not enter it. He held her like that for a minute, its shaven warmth filling his hand.

“Turn over, dog position,” he commanded.

She obeyed. She turned to stand on hands and knees, her back to him. He threw a pillow on the floor.

“Lie on that with your face,” he ordered. “Your hands back up here, spread that ass for me.”

She did as she was told, supporting herself with her face sideways on the pillow. She reached behind her with both hands, spreading the globes of her ass as far as she could muster.

“Good,” he commended.

His index finger plunged into her bowels as she cringed, waiting for the ordeal to be over. He took his time, deepening the exploration. He was pleased to see that she was well lubricated. He slowly withdrew, agonizing her with the sensation.

“Feelings,” he ordered.

She turned around to face him, kneeling again. “I feel naked ... slightly humiliated ... and aroused.”

He nodded.

“Walk before me, back to the room,” he said.

She got up, and he followed her. She walked seductively, her hips swaying slightly as she led the path enticingly back into the room.

He could not stand it. He caught up with her, picking her up and throwing her upon the bed. He noticed the slight flash of fear in her eyes as that wasn’t expected. He pounced upon her, grabbing both wrists in one hand while the other grabbed the rope beside the bed.

He was going to tie her wrists together, but then he thought otherwise. He didn’t want her arms to have each other for security; he tied each separately to opposite corners of the bed. They were firmly and securely in place, stretched open. She could not move them.