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After what seems an indeterminably long wait she suddenly hears a click in the lock. A tall man, a man she has not seen before, steps into the room, barefoot, wearing a white cotton bathrobe.

As soon as the door clicks shut behind him, he drops his bathrobe to the floor. A naked, bare chest, very muscular, well-endowed male with broad shoulders, long, flowing dark hair, looks around the small room and settles his gaze on aspen who, after over ten months of forced nudity, has never felt more naked.

Perhaps he shaved yesterday. He is easily eight inches taller than aspen. His tanned face and rugged good looks cause her heart to skip a beat while his steely hazel eyes stare directly at her. A soft smile of unconcealed amusement begins to curl around his lips.

She stands to face him and swallows nervously as his smile arrests her thoughts.

His stomach and well-defined abdominal's ripple across a trim waist. She gasps inwardly as he takes a single step towards her with stoutly muscled legs.

Although he is naked, he oozes wealth and sex appeal. His brilliant white-toothed smile and intelligent hazel eyes reveal an appearance that he is every inch an aristocrat, his each move is precise, graceful, dignified, and his bearing slightly aloof. His growing erection is all too obvious and adds to the hopelessness aspen feels as she realizes that the time for her sexual obedience test is rapidly approaching.

For a long, long moment, the sexily charged tableau of the two of them, a nude male and female standing facing each other five feet apart holds. His eyes travel down, up, down and up again the length of her body. His smile grows as he stares at her.

And then something within the scene seems to snap as aspen obviously begins to feel faint.

Instinctively, aspen slowly recovers, glancing first at the male’s powerful granite-chiseled chest, and next at his flat belly, displaying the evidence of a man who keeps himself in good physical shape.

She takes a deep breath before looking lower.

She is female. She takes another deep breath.

Her full, soft breasts heave several times before she drops to the floor on her knees, understanding that she is here for one reason. The submissive, downward position of her eyes acknowledges such.

He steps up to her and takes her hand. Gently pulling her back up onto her feet.

As aspen tries to look away, he takes her face into his hands.

"Please," he says, "call me Michael."

Her head turned towards the floor, not daring to look into his eyes, aspen softly replies:

"Yes Sir, …………… Michael, …………………...! "

With his own eyes narrowing, he gently holds her collar ring under her chin with the forefinger of his right hand while holding her face by her chin and pinching it between his left hand thumb and fingers forcing her to look at his eyes.

”Do you feel you can behave for me?”

Still trying to avert her face from his gaze, and feeling an increasingly strong hold on her collar, she once again softly replies.

"Yes, ….. Michael, ,,, Sir! "

With the fingers of his left hand, he next begins to pry open aspen’s mouth.

Complying unwillingly, her collared neck firmly held in his grip, first one and then four fingers slide into her mouth. Still averting his gaze, aspen can only wonder about what is about to happen next as he forces her mouth ever wider open.

”I’m told you give great head!”

He says casually just before flicking the metal stud in the center of her tongue.

Electricity shoots through aspen as his fingers probe and play with her tongue before he drags a sharp fingernail along the length of her tongue. A sensation that will make her very sensitive tongue itch and twitch for a couple of minutes

Before aspen can react, the fingers of his left hand leave her mouth to begin to explore her bare side and ribs just below her breast and next his hard, long fingers slowly slide down along her naked flank as aspen begins to visibly tremble.

Still holding the ring of her collar with his right hand, he pulls her close until her breasts are lightly touching his flesh, rubbing against his bare male chest, her nipples stiffening at the stimulation as her breath quickens.


Feeling his gaze, his lips, his fingers, aspen mentally fights total surrender.

He waits momentarily, trying to read her mind to see if she will resist his advance.

Several minutes pass. He spends a long time standing in front of her, holding her and kissing her face and neck just above her collar before slipping his hand back up her rib cage to find the firm roundness of her right breast.

Her eyes lose focus as pleasurable tingles surge through her body.

Feeling his heat and the hardness of his body now pressing against the warm softness of hers’, she hears a soft mournful sob.

In a wave of dizziness, she presses even tighter against the man for support as she realizes the sound was that of her own voice.

In the strong arms of this stranger, experiencing an emotion she does not yet fully understand, aspen is suddenly extremely weak kneed.

Still holding her collar, his erection now pressing very hard against her stomach, he kisses her lips, slipping his tongue across her teeth, her palate. As his tongue finds and teases the tongue stud in her own mouth, once again she moans softly from deep within, remembering what he has just said to her.

She looks up at him, fearfully watching his face, seeking some sort of reassurance and finding a confident smile playing across his lips.

She begins to suddenly grasp her new life as a slave girl.

She now fully understands that she has no choice, that she is a mere slave girl in training.

Wrapping her arms around him, gripping his hard muscled shoulders, her fingers are next in his thick dark hair. She kisses back with all the passion she can arouse as his strong arm sweeps her up onto the bed, gently laying her down on her back, spreading her legs as he does so. Instinctively, she allows her legs to part further for him.

Before her mental processes become totally discombobulated by this powerful male now towering and smiling down at her intently, aspen might momentarily wonder if the bed’s straps will be necessary in aleskia’s room.

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To be continued, ………………… maybe.

What are your thoughts, dear reader?