Chapter 3

The woman continued to kneel as Jamison had placed her. Her ass gradually cooled from her punishment. Jamison told her to stand up and offered her a glass of champagne. As she sipped the wine, Jamison studied her. He would test her once again when the room service slave returned.

Jamison sat himself in the upholstered chair, naked and perfectly at ease. The woman stood before him naked and patiently awaiting his desires.

Turn around; Jamison ordered. The woman turned and stood motionless as Jamison stared at her. He could see a blush to her skin that rose from the top of her shoulders and crept up her neck.

Walk to the door; said Jamison, and the woman slowly walked toward the door. Jamison watched her hips and buttocks roll as she walked. When she reached the door she stopped. Are you touching the door; asked Jamison? Yes Sir was her almost whispered reply. Jamison's voice continued softly. Spread your legs! Open your buttocks! The woman's hands, one on each cheek, drew herself open to his gaze. He could barely see the tiny gold rings he had installed in her delicate flesh and he resolved to make her wear one-ounce weights to stretch her labia till the rings were evident whenever she was naked. Turn around and walk back to me, ordered Jamison. The woman walked back and stood in front of Jamison. Closer, ordered Jamison and this time the woman realized that Jamison wanted her straddling his legs. Jamison sipped from his glass and reached out his hand to toy with her new jewelry. As he did she rolled her pelvis up and forward to accommodate his manipulations. His fingers closed on the rings and gently began to tug on them. Alternately tugging and releasing Jamison watched her. At first she grimaced with the discomfort caused by the newly installed rings, but like a well-prepared virgin the pain passed as he continued to tug on her flesh. Soon her eyes closed, and a groan escaped her. Her hips responded by withdrawing as he tugged and pressing against his fingers as he released the pressure. Suddenly came a knock at the door. See who that is; commanded Jamison. The woman, on the very cusp of a climax, pumped her hips twice more before realizing she had been give a command. Jamison chuckled and slapped her ass. Do as you're told; he said.

The woman walked to the door and opened it. The room service slave stood in the opening. Come in; said Jamison and the slave brushed past Jamison's newest slave without looking at her. The woman closed the door and stood waiting as Jamison eyed the slave that had entered the room.

Jamison gestured and the slave unfastened a snap at each shoulder. She let the dress slide down her body to stand naked before The Master.

Jamison ordered his woman to come near. Examine this slave and evaluate her for me.

The woman was stunned. She had no medical or homosexual experience; she hadn't the faintest idea how to proceed.

When you entered the room, Jamison told the woman, I examined your body. Simply do what I did but comment aloud on what you feel and see. The woman reached and turned the slave by her elbow until she was standing at right angles to Jamison. The woman now positioned herself so that Jamison them from the side facing each other. The slave spread her legs and slightly bent her knees as she had been trained. The slave's hands clasped each other and rested at the base of her spine above the cleft of her ass. The slaves head and pudenda had been shaved. She was completely naked. The woman placed her open palms on the slave's head and tipped the head back slightly. The slave's lower jaw dropped and the woman looked in side. The woman's thumbs slid into the slave's mouth pulling her cheeks back. Timidly the woman told the slave to stick out her tongue. The tongue slid from behind the teeth, pink and shiny wet.