A reward

I have not forgotten what I saw a couple nights ago with her gyrating on her bed just on the edge of a climax but not quite able to get what she needs. With a crooked grin I reach forward and finger one of the dangling black ties that fasten her shirt. If she wants to play out this fantasy of being owned, who am I to deny her.

“Apparently, your skills as a pot-girl are a little hit-or-miss,” as I speak, I pull the cord slowly until the slipknot pops open, “I wonder if you'll be any use to me in some other way...” Her eyes sparkle with excitement for just a second before she lowers them modestly and takes her lip between her teeth. When I pull open her top to admire her firm breasts and their little pink nipples she gasps involuntarily and her whole body shudders.

“Are you going to use me, Master?” Her voice is breathy and soft, “When you first bought me and brought me home I thought ...” she pauses long enough to shyly meet my gaze, “... I thought that you were going to make me have sex with you.” Her little gasp when I brush the back of my fingers along the soft curve of her breast is accompanied by an immediate tightening of the pink tip. “I thought you'd make me serve you with my young body, but then you didn't touch me.”

“I think maybe it's time to start your training.” I murmur gently, cupping her tit and thumbing the erect nub, “I find that raw girls like you respond better if I give them a couple days to get used to their new situation before I start their education.”

“So you're going to **** me after all?” Nothing about the way this young coed's response to my gentle caresses suggested that this would be anything even close to ****, but I played along willingly. “My training method is a little less brutal.” I tell her “I'm don't believe in 'breaking' my new purchases, I'm more patient than many of the other trainers who might have bought you.”

“What are you going to do with me then?”

“Lets start with a more careful evaluation of what I have to work with.” I lead her back into the living room and methodically strip her out of the loose black top, tight jeans and the pretty blue panties that have a noticeable damp patch and the distinct musky scent of arousal. When she is completely naked, I step back and admire her lovely body. Perhaps uneasy because of my intense staring, or more likely because she is imagining herself as a recently purchased ****, Alison's hands cover herself and she looks back at me nervously.

“Hands above your head, ****.” I tell her firmly, “I want to see if you were worth spending my money on.”

“Yes, Sir.” Once again I am pleased by her quiet acceptance. I've seen Alison naked before, but not like this. With her arms over her head her breasts are lifted even higher and every inch of her toned figure is on display. I am close enough now that my breath moves her feathery hair; when I stroke her with the back of my fingers she twitches and lets out a soft moan.

“That's the kind of responsiveness I was looking for.” I tell her. “There were over a dozen new captives like you for sale in the back rooms of the **** market set out for inspection, all young, all beautiful and all naked.” My exploration of her body advances to the next phase as I cup her firm buttock in my hand and squeeze firmly. “I wasn't the only man running his hands over the goods, others must have groped you like this before I found you, and some of the stalls were empty as the most desirable of the shipment had already been snatched up.”

“Why me?” Alison whispers softly, “Why not one of the others?”

“Well,” I run my hand down the smooth warm skin of her back, “Your back was unblemished, so I know you hadn't been whipped for defying your handlers, and you didn't waste your breath with futile threats or ridiculous pleas.” Alison moans softly again but she doesn't lower her arms allowing me complete access to her naked body. “I remember thinking that your eyes showed an intelligence and curiosity that as a trainer I could work with. Besides,” I chuckle softly, “I like the way your tits feel in my hands.” They do feel good, soft and warm and firm like only a teenager's breasts can be. Standing behind her with her torso pulled firmly against my chest I slowly move my right hand downward over her belly and towards the soft curls above her sex. “Let's see if you are as hot as you look.”

“What?” Alison is clearly into the recreation I constructed for her, “I couldn't, not like this ... not with a man I barely know.” Her shudder of pleasure when my fingers tease their way between the slick petals and stroke the length of her slit from the bottom all the way to the nub at the top is all the encouragement I need.

“You have ****.” Her pussy is dripping wet and in spite of her protests she is clearly excited by her situation. Within a minute she is teetering on the edge of a climax; “When your Master touches you like this, your sweet body belongs to him.” That last whispered statement along with the steady fingering of her slit, is all it takes to send her over the edge. Her arms do come down now, one hand pressing my fingers hard against her sex and the other clutching at my wrist as I grope her tit. A couple days ago I saw her writhe in frustration for what must have been at least fifteen minutes, but she surrenders to my touch almost instantaneously.

“AAAiiighh...” her release is loud enough that it could probably be heard out on the sidewalk, but I don't care. I hold her spasming body firmly, continuing to finger her as best I can as she jerks and shudders like a ragdoll in my arm and her juices flow onto my fingers.