As night became morning, he awoke in a predicament; remembering that he had the most marvelous dream. Sending two slaves to bathe her, he told them to bring her to him after. Two beautiful Asian slaves woke and blindfolded her, then took her to the Roman bath. Carefully they bathed her, arousing her senses with the soft wash cloth and warm water.

After her bath, she was taken to the master's chambers, where he awaited her, his silk robe open, and his hard member protruding. Still blindfolded, a chill rolled down her spine as she sensed his presence.

Standing there naked, cuffed and blindfolded, she was both scared and aroused when she felt the tip of leather...a whip maybe? She didn't expect it, and when the first slap hit her nipple, she jumped; a little pain, but instead of cowering, she felt wetness between her legs.

The second slap hit her other nipple, and she was concerned that her juices might hit the floor...she was so wet. "Did you enjoy yourself last night lil one?" he whispered in her ear.

As the third slap hit directly on her protruding clit, she came; not long; not hard, but came none the less. Placing his finger into her soft opening, he brought it to his lips.

Pulling her over to the bed, he sat down, placing her on top of his hard shaft. She was being impaled by him. Driving his manhood inside her, it hurt her, but at the same time, excited her. It didn't take long for him to splash her walls with his cum. He was so excited by her.

Whispering in her ear, he said, "I'm going away, and I'm leaving you with Hans, the most gifted of my trainers. Do as your told, and you will be rewarded...don't, and you will be severely punished."

Snapping his fingers, two slaves pulled her off him. It was then that she figured they had watched the whole show. Embarrassed, she was led out of the chambers to her own room, laid down on the bed and recuffed...there was no blindfold this time.

She cried out as the handcuffs were pinched tightly around her wrists, then around a spindle on the bed. As cruel as he had been, she thought about her master going away for a long time and the new trainer coming...her tears soaked the pillow.

Passing the door, her weeping stopped him, his heart softening...but only for a second. He reached for the doorknob...then pulled his hand back quickly...no, he wouldn't give in. He must be in control. In the main hall, two of his slaves were called to help ready him for his trip. As he dressed, he thought...Hans has proven himself to be a valuable and worthy trainer, and would take very good care of this new treasure.

Her body curled into a tight ball under the sheet, praying that by the time he came back, she would be able to please him. Her eyes closed, but it was a fretful sleep.

Morning dawned. The sunlight that poured through the partially shaded window blinded her. Squinting against the brightness, she slid farther beneath the sheets. The door opened just as she was getting a bit more comfortable...there was the master's most loyal slave. Swiftly she walked over to the side of the bed and uncuffed the girl...motioning to follow her down the hall to the library.

The shelves in the room were laden with hundreds of books. The chair behind the desk was turned away from her. As the older slave gestured her to kneel, the chair spun around. Dropping to her knees, she lowered her eyes to the floor...her nervousness obvious on her naked body. The chair squeaked.

Whoever was in it rose and shuffled around to stand immediately in front of her. Glancing at the boots before her...black and shiny...she watched as one was raised under her chin. Her head was lifted...her eyes still cast down.

"My she is a pretty one isn't she?" he said to the slave. Nodding and bowing, the slave backed away, knowing that the training would begin promptly.

"You may raise your eyes lil one," he told her, lowering his foot to the floor. Looking up at him, now fully aware of her nakedness, a blushing warmth rushed through her body.

Knowing how uncomfortable she was, he snickered. "I know that you had another master before Master Raven. I also know why you are no longer with him." Her eyes questioned him, observing the steel blue grey coldness in them. As fast as the warmth raced through her, an icy chill replaced it.

His clothes looked like that of a hunter...his shaggy black hair hung loosely on his shoulders...very unkempt in her eyes. Reaching down with his huge hand, he cupped her chin, squeezing lightly. "I think we'll get along just fine, lil one. I'm a very good trainer, and, if you learn fast and without mistakes, there will be rewards...if not, there are consequences. Do you understand?"

She could only nod as he applied more pressure to her chin. Staying perfectly still, she choked back a sob...her eyes following him as he moved around the desk and sat in the chair, leaning back in it. The pit of her stomach tightened with fear as a slave entered the room carrying a large burgundy travel trunk. Looking over at her, Master Hans declared, "We can make this easy, or difficult...the choice is yours"

Standing up, he lifted the lid, looking inside, glancing over the top at her. "By the way lil one, my name is Hans...you will call me Master Hans," he said, summoning her to come closer. She did at once, lowering her eyes...very conscious of her nudity...wanting to reach up and cover herself with her hands.

The unmistakable clinking sound of chains was heard as he rifled through the trunk. Her heart sank...knowing that it was either handcuffs or a collar. Crossing her wrists, she held them out to him. Master Hans was pleased...maybe this one would discipline very quickly. He had dealt with too many rebellious ones and it would give him great satisfaction not to have to work so hard with another. The master wanted her trained as a serving as well as pleasure slave. "You do not need to keep your eyes lowered precious one," he said. She looked up at him.

The sob in the back of her throat slipped out as he brought the chains out. He gave her a stern look as they dropped to the floor. "We won't use these unless we have to. There will be no bindings." Sighing, she smiled to herself.

Very relieved, she knew that she must do well with her training, even if only for Master Hans. Slowly his gaze wandered down, then up her body...her blush evident. Stopping at her center, he stated that the hair had to go. She knew all too well what that meant...a slave must have no hair anywhere...it was only allowed on her head.

He called for a slave to bring a straight razor, soap, warm water and a towel. Embarrassed beyond belief, she was told to sit in the chair and lift one leg over each of the arms, leaving her wide open to him. Placing the bowl of water on the floor close to the chair, the slave then handed the soap to him.

Rolling up his sleeves, he looked at her...his facial expression softening, knowing that this was her first time. With gentle hands, he scooped water and rubbed a little soap on one. Applying it to the soft fur surrounding her treasure, he softly smeared it around.

Panicking as the razor removed all the hair, her knuckles turned white from grasping the arms of the chair. She felt very exposed. Holding the bowl beneath her bottom and scooping water onto his hand, he let it spill over the shaven area to rinse the soap off. He dried her, assuring her that everything would be okay. Observing her protruding jewel and the perfect lips that enclosed it, he thought for a moment, then forced himself to push that out of his mind...he was a trainer

He nodded for a slave to come and finish the hair removal. Taking her by the arm, the slave lead her to another room. After all the fine hair from her body was removed, jasmine oil was poured and massaged deeply into her skin. Crushed, powdered pearl was dusted lightly on her, making her body silky soft and smooth.