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     twice about having panties on her head.”
    Casually, he returned his hand to her pussy, and began to stroke and rub it again,
     and Rose whimpered in response.
    “But I know that when I tell you that the time will come when you will go out in public,
     with your new master, and he will tell you to take your panties off, and give them
     to him, and he might very well then put them on top of your head—I know that when
     I tell you that…”
    Rose’s hips were bucking against his hands now as he brought her closer and closer,
     and she was moaning uncontrollably.
    “Well, let’s just say that I know it has its effect on you, Rose,” Leo said. He withdrew
     his hand again, and Rose screamed with frustration this time.
    “Alright,” Leo said, “let’s have another try at that sentence.”
    Rose gave a little sob, and said, “The first time my boyfriend had my sweet ass, I
     was so ashamed I thought I would die.”
    Leo returned his fingers to her pussy, and began to move them very quickly. “Let me
     tell you a secret, Rose,” he whispered in her ear. “Your master has reserved your
     anus for himself. We’re going to be getting you ready there, to be sure, but it will
     be your master who fucks you in your bottom for the very first time.”
    Rose sobbed in shame and pleasure. “When?” she grunted, sounding like an animal in
     heat.
    “Oh,” Leo said, “I’m estimating a month from now.” He put the magazine down, so he
     could bring his left hand atop her bottom, and touch her anus with his middle finger,
     as with his right he brought her over the edge. She came, with a sob of submissive
     pleasure that told him everything he needed to know about the state of her erotic
     imagination.

Chapter Four
     
     
    Rose was developing right on schedule. These first forty-eight hours were crucial,
     but the Institute’s philosophy was that they should serve as a kind of mini-course
     in submission. Nothing was to be too severe or discussed in too much depth, but the
     girl’s fantasies were to be brought before her and she was to be made to feel that
     her trainers, and then later her owner, would know how to take her in hand entirely.
     Rose was new, but she had to be made to feel that she was just as completely owned
     as a concubine who had been in her owner’s possession for a year or more.
    As Rose’s muscles relaxed after her orgasm, Leo patted her bottom gently. “You did
     very well, sweetheart,” he said. “Did you like your reward?”
    “Yes, Master,” Rose said weakly.
    “That’s the kind of thing that will happen when you’re a good girl,” Leo said. “It
     will happen here, and it will happen at the Institute, and then it will happen with
     your owner. Do you think you’re ready to be a good girl, now, and come have some water?”
    “Yes, Master,” Rose said.
    “Very well,” Leo replied.
    He untied her wrists and ankles from the chair, and helped her to her feet. She looked
     up into his eyes, clearly unsure of what she was supposed to say to him, or whether
     she was supposed to say anything at all. Leo knew that a part of her mind was now
     racing to catch up with events. That was the part that could be expected to attempt
     to find some way to escape. One of his most important tasks was to make sure that
     voice of flight never got so loud inside her mind that she did something foolish that
     might hurt her, to try to get away from him. Leo’s job was to walk the line between
     her consent and her pleasure, to let her feel for the very first time how much her
     wanton nature yearned to be made the instrument of a master’s lust.
    “In general, Rose,” Leo said, kindly, “you are not to speak unless you are addressed
     directly. The exception to that rule is expressions of gratitude. You may thank me
     for untying you.”
    “Thank you, Master,” Rose whispered.
    He took her hand, led her to the sink in the kitchen, and filled a glass of water
     from the tap. He was