Heading back to his room, where his oldest and most loyal slave was waiting for him, he hesitated. He pondered about the new slave, thinking how lovely she was. He wondered though, if she was really cut out for this. Only time would tell he thought to himself. He opened his door to find his slave bound, and assuming the doggie position. As he stripped and entered her, he asked himself whether the new one could handle it

She listened as he went down the hall to his room. He mumbled something as he went into the room and shut the door. Curiosity had always been one of her pitfalls, and now was no exception...she had to know what was going on there. Quietly slipping out of bed, and pulling the bedsheet around her, she opened the door, very lightly tiptoeing down the hall. Since the chain between the cuffs was longer than usual, she held it in her hands to keep it from rattling.

A thin stream of light flowed out from beneath his door. As she approached it, she noticed a beam of light sifting through the keyhole. The noises coming from beyond the door were unmistakable...she heard them many times before. Unable to resist, she moved closer. Closing one eye, she looked through the keyhole...her mouth dropping open. In the dimly lit room, on a huge bed, was the slave, doubled over, her hands bound behind her back, her head on the bed turned to one side, and her legs spread wide apart.

The master was behind her, holding her hips, ramming his shaft deep into her. With each thrust, his back arched...he moaned and grunted. Soft whimpers passed from her lips to fill the air, as he jerked her roughly against him...her hips gyrating, as she rocked back and forth keeping rhythm with him.

Continuing to watch, she felt the warmth between her legs...the sheet dropped to the floor, her hand reaching to touch herself. This was forbidden without permission, but she didn't care. Her fingertips slid up over her tummy to her breasts, gently pinching and squeezing her nipples. A sigh escaped her lips as one hand slowly wandered down her belly to her mound. With two fingers, she spread her lips, the middle finger finding her jewel. She gently rubbed it, feeling great pleasure.

She continued peering through the keyhole, playing with her nipples, feeling them harden as she pinched and tweaked them. The other hand slid lower; her thumb on that little nub, as she slipped two fingers slowly up inside her wetness. The moisture surrounded them as she worked them in as far as they would go. Suddenly her knees went weak, but she didn't move her eyes from the happenings going on in the room.

Curving her fingers up to caress that special place...her eyes closed for a second. She moaned, realizing how loud it was, and looked through the keyhole, just as the master glanced her way. She pulled back quickly as he continued, his moans getting louder; the slave crying out in ecstasy. Reaching for her hair, he pulled it, her head jerking back. As he exploded inside her, he leaned forward, biting her neck.

Working her fingers harder, sliding them in and out, her thumb rubbed faster. She looked again...it was as if she could feel his shaft in place of her fingers...the liquid poured from her...she had to look away now. Leaning against the wall, gasping for breath, the waves rushed over her.

She slid down the wall to the sheet on the floor, bringing it up around her damp body. The cool night air on her had given her a chill...she curled up against the wall, too tired to move.

All was silent behind the door as she closed her eyes.

As the last of his juices flowed from his body, he heard a loud moan coming from the hallway. Instantly, he knew exactly what and who it was. In any other case he would have stormed the hall, punishing the guilty party. But, she was different, definitely a special case, one that needed nurturing.

Taking his oldest and most loyal slave out of his bed, he cuffed her in her own room adjacent to his, then went back in his room. Laying his tired body out on the black silk sheets, his head rested on the pillow. It was already decided...he would leave this mystery new slave in the capable hands of Hans, who was both gentle and firm. No one else could be trusted with this treasure.