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constantly if she is to learn what it is to serve a man
of my tastes and requirements. I will teach you to submit to the most grueling
of erotic torture, and to thank me for the privilege of suffering for your
Master. You will experience the searing cut of the cane, the stinging stroke of
the lash, the crash of the paddle and the hard palm of my hand against your
ass. You will learn what it is to be bound and gagged and locked tightly into
your cage, often without food or water as we work to reshape your body and
strengthen your will. Sometimes this will be as punishment for your
transgressions, but just as often it will be because it pleases me to make you
suffer.”
    He lifted his hand and brought it down with a stinging smack
between her legs. Mia squealed in surprise and pain, trying and failing to
close her legs as he struck her a second and a third time.
    Then he licked his fingers again and slid one of them into
her opening. He moved it in slow circles, making her jump suddenly as he
touched something inside that, in spite of her fear, sent a jolt of pleasure
through her body. He drew the finger slowly from inside her and ran a fingertip
lightly between her labia, swirling it in a teasing circle around her clit.
    Her mind was still struggling to cope and process what was
happening but, in spite of her fear and exhaustion, Mia couldn’t deny the
sudden rush of pleasure as Ellis moved his fingers in slow, light circles
around and over her clit. At least he wasn’t hurting her—for the moment anyway.
She closed her eyes and blew out a breath, desperately trying to fight the response
he was pulling from her against her will.
    Ellis continued to talk as he stroked her. “I will train you
to orgasm a dozen different ways, including being fucked by a huge phallus
until your cunt is swollen and sore, to coming just from a puff of my breath on
your clit. It will be part of your duties to come on command, and by the same
token I will deny your orgasms when it suits me. In fact, orgasm denial can be
a very effective training tool, as you will discover. You must never, ever come
without permission.”
    Ellis was silent for several minutes as he focused his
attentions on her spread sex. Though she wanted to resist him, she found she
couldn’t. He continued to rub her clit, his fingers working a strange,
relentless magic on her body. Mia found herself biting her lip to keep from
groaning. No one had ever touched her quite like this—the pressure and tension
perfect, as if he knew her body from the inside out, and just how to touch it
to give her maximum pleasure. A shudder of pleasure moved through her and in
spite of herself, Mia began to pant.
    Ellis began to speak again and Mia had to struggle to focus
on his words. “You see, my dear girl,” he continued, “I have indeed hired you,
but not to be my administrative assistant. I should apologize for misleading
you, but it couldn’t be helped. You should feel honored, really. I interviewed
twenty-two other prospective slave girls before I settled on you. You have been
chosen, Mia Roberts, to be my sex slave, my personal property.”
    He slid a second finger into her wetness—yes, she realized
she was indeed wet, in spite of the fear, in spite of the rope, in spite of the
fact she might well be dead before the night was over. What was wrong with her!
    “One day,” Ellis murmured, leaning so close she could smell
his cologne, “I will claim you as my lover. That is, if I deem you worthy. But
until that day, you will serve me in every possible way. No act will be too
debasing or too humbling for my slave girl. I will test you, mold you, train
you, beat you, reward you and punish you.”
    “Oh,” Mia moaned, at once furious with her body for
betraying her with this madman, and unable to help herself as the pleasure
mounted.
    “Yes,” Ellis urged, his voice throaty and encouraging. His
fingers still buried in her sex, he leaned over her and placed his mouth on
hers.