Sex Slave

He reflected to himself with joy that the virgin wasn't an entirely hopeless case. As he watched the uncertainty and pleasure streaming through her open face, his fingers stayed longer than was required, and her skin flushed a beautiful pink color.

Martha's eyes sprung wide as he abruptly stopped talking when he reached the conclusion that she had had enough. She bit her bottom lip and turned her head away as he chuckled. However, she was relieved that he remained silent on the matter because of it. The sharp edge of the blade lightly touched her skin, removing the remaining hair in a painless manner. He went over her mons repeatedly with the razor till he finally gave off the impression that he was convinced that she would meet Richard's stringent standards. In the end, he applied some ointment to the affected region in order to heal any potential discomfort.

"Ok, get down. It won't be much longer now." She had no idea what that was in reference to, but the comment caused her chest to tighten up with terror. He had said that she was undergoing training for the purpose of serving Richard, the master. The master! Because of it, she was a slave! Not only a captive but also a slave, with all the obligations and restrictions that come along with that status.

Steven took her by the hand and brought her back to the room with the mirrors. He didn't say a word as they made their way to the middle of the room. He hoisted her arms above her head and secured her in the same position that Richard had her in when he whipped her. In a state of terror, Martha started to flail about. "Please! I can't! Please!"

The way Steven stopped her was by lightly pressing his fingers across her lips. "Be quiet, you youngster. You won't have to worry about somebody flogging you. At least not in the immediate future." His eyes became all wrinkled up in a sarcastic expression. "Take a deep breath and take a look at yourself in the mirror," . Martha, on the other hand, turned her gaze to the ground and felt a wave of humiliation wash over her as she was reminded of the fact that she was nude. She was adamant about not wanting to see. On the other hand, Steven raised her face and forced her to look at herself in the mirror. There she was, standing there with her long, black hair curled up in a beautiful way as it dried. Her eyes were redder than usual, and her cheeks were heated. Her arms were raised over her head, giving the impression that her breasts were perky and high. Her gaze was pulled to the tiny small gap that was snuggled between her thighs, which she referred to as her "pussy."

Steven made Martha widen her legs by kicking her in the ankles, which caused the pain. The labia were protruding now, making them apparent since the curls had been removed. Martha was so embarrassed that she felt queasy. She had never before seen her own body thus stripped down, so completely exposed. Steven was also looking at her in a very intense manner. "We are going to get you into shape. I believe the best place to start today is with your typical workout program. And I'll prepare the meal for you. No more cookies and hot chocolate for you, my darling, in the wee hours of the night." Martha was taken aback by his laughter and wondered how he could possibly have known that this was her preferred time for a snack.

She wanted she could hide her naked body by lowering her arms, but she knew it was physically impossible. Steven started walking all around her, getting near enough for her to smell his breath, which was minty and delicious at the same time. "Now listen carefully, my little companion," he said. "Your training has officially begun as of this very now. Richard and I each have our duties as your instructors. A kinder approach would be more to my liking, notwithstanding the fact that he takes great pleasure in his role as your strict taskmaster. I will instruct you via your body, leading you through both pleasant and unpleasant sensations."

While he was talking to her, he came extremely near to her so that they were facing each other while they stood there. She was relieved that the picture of her curvy, bare body was obscured by the tall, lean figure of him. Even though her heart was pounding in her chest, she did not experience the awful horror that she had previously felt when she was in this position; when Richard was caning her virgin skin. In order to nuzzle her neck, Steven dipped his head, and then proceeded to land a series of very light kisses on her face and neck. Martha moved slightly as an uncomfortable tightness developed in her pelvis as a result of the gentle tickling sensation.

His lips moved in fast small kisses down to her nipple as his head dipped further lower, following the soft curve of her right breast as he traced it with his tongue. When his tongue touched her nipple, she experienced a bolt of electricity that ran through her body. She could feel it drawing closer to him, as if it were making an effort to get closer. She had had this feeling in the past, most notably when Evan's kisses were really passionate, but he had never, ever kissed her in that location!

Martha was aware that she ought to put up a fight; she should object. However, in all honesty, what was the point? How ludicrous it is for her to attempt to articulate her fundamentalist beliefs about the female body as something that is totally off bounds until marriage and even then just for the sake of reproduction. Now, she had no other option. And words may just serve to enrage her captor, leading him to forget about kissing in favor of something far more unpleasant.

As his tongue searched for and located her second nipple, Martha let out the faintest of sighs as her eyelids began to flutter closed and a tiny sigh. It was the tiniest of sighs. Because she was worn out from the worries and stresses she had experienced over the last two days, she finally gave in to the temptation to focus on the physical sensations she was experiencing.

Steven was able to detect a reduction in her level of stress and felt her body relax as a result. He gave a tiniest hint of a grin, clearly delighted by her response. While he was on his knees, he allowed his tongue wander down between her breasts, all the way down her stomach, and into the plump tiny mons that were as exposed as a baby's. Steven put his index finger on either of Martha's outer labia, which caused her pussy to widen ever so slightly. Martha's legs remained widely apart.