Once back in the library she was presented to Master Hans. He was standing in the corner, his arms folded, legs slightly apart. Asking her if she had any idea of what to do when the master was in the room or nearby, she answered yes.

Kneeling on the floor, her back and shoulders were straight, her chest out, her tummy in, and her head up. Keeping her eyes downcast, she spread her thighs wide apart...her hands resting upon her thighs, palms turned upward.

"Very good," he smiled. "Now we shall do the best we can with what time we have."

"You must always remember to keep your eyes down unless the master tells you otherwise. You will look pleasing to him, as well as please him in all matters. Do you understand?" he inquired. "Yes Master," she replied.

The Master's most trusted and loyal slave was called and given a package. "Take the girl, bathe and dress her...then bring her back here to the library," he ordered.

Leaving the library to go to the bedroom, the girl wondered what the package contained. Entering the room the slave opened the package, held up a white silk garment and handed it to the girl. "You will bathe once more and clothe yourself for Master Hans."

To her surprise, she was not blindfolded and handcuffed as she was lead to a myrrh scented bath. Maybe this Master Hans had a different method of disciplining...a more gentle approach. Most slaves were trained by their masters, because only they knew what they needed and wanted.

The water relaxed her as she slipped into the tub, sliding down up to her shoulders. The slave left, and a male slave entered the room carrying a tray with a cloth and a small bar of soap. As he began to wash her, she sensed a difference...he was calmer than the ones who bathed her before..

Her eyes closed as he soaped and washed her, applying gentle pressure to all parts of her body, stimulating her. She sighed as he washed her tummy, but as he went lower, she discovered the washcloth was gone and he was using his bare hand.

Startled, she sat up. His hand moved quickly, feeling for that bud of pleasure. As his fingers found their mark, gliding back and forth, in and out of her heat, she moaned, sinking into the tub, letting her legs fall to the sides. He leaned over the edge of the tub...his lips met hers in a smoldering wet kiss, his tongue circled hers...his hand aroused her more. Afraid they may get caught, she pulled away from him.

Without warning, the door opened, and the Master's loyal slave walked in. Knowing what was about to happen, she said nothing. It might be the only time this girl would know the kindness in a male in this place. This slave was most gentle, and many of the female slaves respected him for just that reason. Her master could be very cruel at times, and the loyal slave knew this all to well. She was used to it.

Her hair was washed with the sweet smelling soap, then rinsed. Standing up, the male slave dabbed a fluffy towel up and down her body...softly rubbing it across her nipples, making them hard. Tenderly, his lips moved to hers, then down her neck to her breasts, his tongue circling each nipple, sucking them in to his mouth...then lower yet, his mouth covering her. Her squeal of delight turned to a pout as he stopped.

"Now you are ready for Master Hans," he said, slapping her butt. "Put on these silks."

Brushing her hair until it shimmered, it cascaded down over her shoulders, the curls laying softly on her breasts. She drew the silk over her head, somewhat surprised as to how short it was...knowing that it wouldn't cover everything.

He watched as she was taken back to the library. Once in the room, she lowered her eyes, and with steps light as feathers, walked over to the desk and Master Hans.

Dropping to her knees, she leaned back on her heels, with her thighs apart...her hands, palms up on them. "How may I serve You, Master?" she asked.

He smiled, very assured of everything.

Over the course of the next few weeks, Master Hans worked diligently with her, teaching her how to please her Master. He did not teach her how to touch him. He knew there might be some things her Master would want the pleasure of teaching her himself.

Proud of herself for all of her painstaking efforts, she could only hope that Master Raven would be pleased with her when he returned.

His return was very late at night, while she was sleeping...but she heard his footsteps coming down the hall. Cringing beneath the sheet, her naked body quivered slightly...was he going to come into the room? Having learned her lessons well, Master Hans didn't handcuff her or use a blindfold anymore. Her obedience to Master Hans was impeccable...but it might be different now that Master Raven was back though.

The footsteps stopped at her door...her body stiffened...relaxing only when they slowly moved away. A door opened and closed...she was relieved that he didn't check on her. Was it possible that Master Hans told him about the training?

She closed her eyes.

Readying himself for the night, he didn't give her a second thought...knowing that she had been trained by the best. The long awaited end to the day had arrived and he was exhausted from the trip. A cool breeze drifted through the open window and the chirping of the crickets lulled him to sleep. His last thoughts were none as he slid under the covers...closing his eyes, he smiled.