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globes while he inspected them for any surgical
scars. After a minute or two Monica felt lightheaded from the stimulation and
became slightly unsteady. The delicious feeling of humiliation wasn’t helping.
“You pass the test
Little One. Those are the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen. Put your
arms down now and take a deep breath. Can’t have you passing out now, can we?”
“No, Master.”
Cole sat down
again and tried to take a few deep breaths himself. Could a potential partner
be too perfect? He was feeling slightly overwhelmed.
After a short time
he ordered, “Take off your jeans now and place them on the chair."
Monica complied
and resumed her position, now clad in lacy white panties and black high heels.
On her own initiative, she put her hands behind her head to thrust out her
breasts in the manner that her new Master seemed to like.
Although Cole was
a card-carrying breast man, the view of Monica’s perfectly rounded hips and
flat stomach almost caused his heart to stop. She had a tattoo over her right
hipbone that he moved forward to examine. It appeared to be a small naked
woman that might be described as a winged nymph. It was exquisite, perhaps the
work of a famous tattoo artist. I’ll have to ask her about it later, he
thought. Cole moved back to his chair and just looked at her for a few
minutes, drinking in the intoxicating sight.
His inspection of
her body gave the solution to another mystery. Although she didn’t carry an
ounce of what he would consider excess weight, she was slightly large boned and
firmly muscled beneath her curves. Her reported weight of one hundred forty
pounds was probably accurate, but most people would guess it to be about twenty
pounds less. He was delighted that she didn’t resemble the starving fashion
models, but he could understand how she might be worried that she didn’t
measure up to society’s standards.
“Do you lift
weights often, Little One?”
“Yes, Master.
Three or four times a week.”
“I see. Take off
your panties and drop them on the floor."
Monica quickly
tossed her panties on the floor behind her, revealing her perfectly shaved
pubis. Then she replaced her hands behind her head and parted her legs
slightly.
How did she know
that I love a shaved cunt? Cole thought, as he struggled to breathe normally.
Fortunately, Monica was looking at the floor and was not aware of his
difficulty.
“When did you
start shaving your cunt, Little One? I don’t recall ordering you to do that.”
“I’ve always done
that sir. If you don’t like it, I can stop shaving, but it would feel very
strange for me.”
He knew his voice
was shaky as he said, “That won’t be necessary. Continue to keep yourself
smooth. It pleases me.” He noticed that she had a light tan without lines.
In Seattle that meant about one session on the tanning bed each week.
Pausing to collect
himself, Cole managed to give his next order calmly, in a deep voice that a
radio announcer would envy. “I said that you would be punished if you were
late. We’ll have to take care of that before we can begin your training.
Kneel on that stool over there, then bend forward and place your palms flat on
the floor.” His command voice was working well now, he was relieved to see.
Monica thought
that she would faint from the excitement. None of her previous men had treated
her this way. It was as if her greatest fantasy was being made into reality and
she hoped it wouldn’t end too soon. She wondered if her Master would notice
the slight trickle of lubrication starting to drip down the inside of her left
thigh. Was she allowed to be aroused or would she be punished for it?
Monica moved to a
padded footstool about a foot high and two feet across. After kneeling with
her knees apart and with her feet dangling off the back of the stool,
scars. After a minute or two Monica felt lightheaded from the stimulation and
became slightly unsteady. The delicious feeling of humiliation wasn’t helping.
“You pass the test
Little One. Those are the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen. Put your
arms down now and take a deep breath. Can’t have you passing out now, can we?”
“No, Master.”
Cole sat down
again and tried to take a few deep breaths himself. Could a potential partner
be too perfect? He was feeling slightly overwhelmed.
After a short time
he ordered, “Take off your jeans now and place them on the chair."
Monica complied
and resumed her position, now clad in lacy white panties and black high heels.
On her own initiative, she put her hands behind her head to thrust out her
breasts in the manner that her new Master seemed to like.
Although Cole was
a card-carrying breast man, the view of Monica’s perfectly rounded hips and
flat stomach almost caused his heart to stop. She had a tattoo over her right
hipbone that he moved forward to examine. It appeared to be a small naked
woman that might be described as a winged nymph. It was exquisite, perhaps the
work of a famous tattoo artist. I’ll have to ask her about it later, he
thought. Cole moved back to his chair and just looked at her for a few
minutes, drinking in the intoxicating sight.
His inspection of
her body gave the solution to another mystery. Although she didn’t carry an
ounce of what he would consider excess weight, she was slightly large boned and
firmly muscled beneath her curves. Her reported weight of one hundred forty
pounds was probably accurate, but most people would guess it to be about twenty
pounds less. He was delighted that she didn’t resemble the starving fashion
models, but he could understand how she might be worried that she didn’t
measure up to society’s standards.
“Do you lift
weights often, Little One?”
“Yes, Master.
Three or four times a week.”
“I see. Take off
your panties and drop them on the floor."
Monica quickly
tossed her panties on the floor behind her, revealing her perfectly shaved
pubis. Then she replaced her hands behind her head and parted her legs
slightly.
How did she know
that I love a shaved cunt? Cole thought, as he struggled to breathe normally.
Fortunately, Monica was looking at the floor and was not aware of his
difficulty.
“When did you
start shaving your cunt, Little One? I don’t recall ordering you to do that.”
“I’ve always done
that sir. If you don’t like it, I can stop shaving, but it would feel very
strange for me.”
He knew his voice
was shaky as he said, “That won’t be necessary. Continue to keep yourself
smooth. It pleases me.” He noticed that she had a light tan without lines.
In Seattle that meant about one session on the tanning bed each week.
Pausing to collect
himself, Cole managed to give his next order calmly, in a deep voice that a
radio announcer would envy. “I said that you would be punished if you were
late. We’ll have to take care of that before we can begin your training.
Kneel on that stool over there, then bend forward and place your palms flat on
the floor.” His command voice was working well now, he was relieved to see.
Monica thought
that she would faint from the excitement. None of her previous men had treated
her this way. It was as if her greatest fantasy was being made into reality and
she hoped it wouldn’t end too soon. She wondered if her Master would notice
the slight trickle of lubrication starting to drip down the inside of her left
thigh. Was she allowed to be aroused or would she be punished for it?
Monica moved to a
padded footstool about a foot high and two feet across. After kneeling with
her knees apart and with her feet dangling off the back of the stool,
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