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pair of sheer black harem pants. To complete the ensemble she was wearing black and silver felt slippers.
    In appearance Anna Weissman was every inch the willing slave girl, every inch except for the expression in her eyes, which far from being coy and submissive was open and expectant, not to mention deeply excited.
    Casswell looked her up and down appreciatively.
    ‘I am yours to command, master,’ she said with a stifled giggle.
    Casswell could not contain a smile; nothing could have been further from the truth.
    ‘Uri keeps telling me that you understand women, Rigel, what women truly need. I’ve come to find out if that’s true.’ Her tone was flirtatious.
    Casswell waved the words away. ‘To be honest, Anna, I don’t think you’re ready for what I can offer,’ he said without rancour.
    ‘Please, Rigel,’ she whispered seductively, ‘come on. Please show me.’ It seemed events of the previous day had whetted her appetite.
    Casswell looked her up and down again. It was tempting. She was slim and very beautiful, with delicious breasts, her body lithe and exquisitely formed, but unlike Sarah he doubted Anna would ever fully respond to training. She most certainly was not naturally submissive, just deeply curious.
    ‘Please,’ she said again, and he could see the excitement mounting in her eyes.
    Picking up a little brass bell from beside his bed, Casswell summoned Chang. His servant appeared instantly and took up a stance by the double doors, legs parted, arms behind his back. Anna looked puzzled and was about to dismiss her servants when Casswell caught hold of her wrist.
    ‘Oh no, Anna, that isn’t how it works. Here in this room I am the master. You have no power; you give yourself to me entirely and do as I say. If you want to do this then you must understand I command and you obey. There is no going back. No half measures.’
    Anna reddened furiously. ‘But they are my house staff.’
    ‘Not now – at this moment you are the slave here. Now get on your hands and knees.’ Her colour deepened, and he could see she was about to protest. ‘You heard me,’ he added; this time his tone was harder and without a shred of humour, and if Anna Weissman was about to say anything else, she thought better of it.
    Casswell looked at the two men who had carried Anna in. Both of them, he could see, were delighted by the turn of events. He beckoned to the taller of the two. ‘Lift your robe.’
    The man stared at him in complete amazement, but after a life term spent in service, did as he was told.
    Casswell looked down at Anna, now on all fours at his feet. ‘You know what he wants, don’t you? What he has always wanted? He wants you to suck his cock, to take him in your mouth and suck him dry. Press those beautifully painted lips around his shaft, lap at him with that tongue that has given so many orders, until he comes, until your mouth is full of the taste of him. Pleasure and obedience, every slave has to understand that.’
    Anna gasped, her eyes bright with indignation and astonishment. ‘But I thought it would be you,’ she began. ‘I’m not going to do that for a servant… not a servant, Rigel.’
    Casswell’s expression did not falter.
    Slowly the man began to lift his robe. Beneath it he was naked, his cock already hardening at the prospect of his mistress’s lips tight around it. Casswell wondered how many times the servant had fantasised about such a moment.
    ‘I can’t do this,’ she said, shaking her head and clambering to her feet. ‘It’s madness.’
    Casswell shrugged. ‘Then you will be beaten until you can. Chang…’ Casswell’s man moved towards her. ‘You want to understand what I do, Anna, how I make women feel. Therefore you shall.’ Anna’s eyes widened with horror as the little oriental grabbed hold of her wrists. ‘Or perhaps you would prefer to leave now… there’s the door. All you have to do is tell me and you can go now. Say it after me, Anna. Say, “Rigel,