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Laura worked in an office cubicle surrounded by other dreary workers in their own little cubicles, running through the maze on a daily basis like the trained rats they were. On the outside, Laura appeared to be a man, so people always addressed her by her birth name, Matt. She didn't correct them; the energy it would take to explain herself to these mundane drones was hardly worth the effort and she didn't want to attract attention to herself as being "different", so she dressed in a masculine fashion (on the outside, at least) and pretended to blend into the gray routine of the office. If anyone suspected Laura's true nature, it could lead to awkwardness at least, loss of a job at worst, so she continued to wear only the slightest hint of makeup, tweezed her eyebrows only the least bit, and wore lingerie under the shirt and slacks that were her work uniform during the week. Only rarely did Laura socialize with her coworkers outside the office, and she tended to have mainly female friends, but nobody really close due to the need for her to maintain her secret identity. Occasionally, she went out to one of the local gay bars in her natural feminine attire, but was careful to avoid being seen by anyone who might recognize her. The anxiety associated with these outings almost took all the enjoyment out of the chance to be her true self, so it was a rare treat for Laura to indulge herself in this way. It was on one of these special nights that the unthinkable happened; Laura spied her boss, Mr. McMillan, talking with some other suits at a table in the corner. Laura tried to be cool and pretended she didn't see him; maybe he wouldn't recognize her as the bar was dimly lit and the wig and makeup did a good job of disguising any masculine features. To her horror, Mr. McMillan seemed to be eyeing her with interest and sent the bartender over to her with a drink; he was actually flirting with her! Laura looked quickly over at him and gave a small smile and wave to thank him for the drink, then hastily turned away again. It was time for desperate measures; Laura headed for the ladies' room, the one room where no man would dare to follow (she hoped). Apparently, Mr. McMillan had taken her exit to the restroom as an invitation to follow her for a quick and dirty rendezvous, for as she turned to close the door behind her, it burst open and Laura was face to face with her boss, the one person she couldn't afford to have recognize her. For a moment his face registered only lust for the pretty lady, and then the slow dawning of recognition crept over his features followed by a flush of anger at the loss of the anticipated pleasure of the evening. He turned and locked the door behind him before tearing the wig from Laura's head and she flinched from him as he appeared ready to strike her. Evidently, a new idea was forming in Mr. McMillan's mind, and the lustful expression had returned, mixed with a cruelly twisted sneering smile. If Laura wanted to be a girl, let her be a girl for him! He stuck the wig back on Laura haphazardly and unzipped his fly, revealing an impressive erection. "So, little Mattie wants to be a lady, does he? Let's see how good he is at sucking a real man's cock!" He grabbed Laura by the front of her dress and forced her to her knees, ripping some of the lace in the process. Laura was terrified and weeping with humiliation, but there would be no mercy from Mr. McMillan. He grabbed Laura's head and shoved his cock into her mouth so roughly that she nearly vomited. Mr. McMillan cuffed her roughly on the side of the head and demanded that she pay attention to what she was doing. Shaken and still weeping, Laura did her best to comply. The fact that she was in his power completely seemed to excite her boss; he owned her now! If she didn't want her secret to be known by the whole company, her family, her church, and her few friends, she had better do as she was told! Not nearly soon enough, Mr. McMillan began to grunt and thrust hard into Laura's mouth and held her head so she couldn't escape as he nearly choked her with his cum. At least it was over with, or so she thought. Mr. McMillan washed himself off with a moist paper towel before tucking himself back into his trousers with barely a backward glance at poor Laura, still kneeling on the floor and sobbing desperately, her makeup running as she wept. As Mr. McMillan left the restroom, Laura quickly locked the door again and sobbed as she tried to clean herself up and straighten her wig as best she could before fleeing the bar with her face covered. She would have gone out the window had there been one, just to avoid being seen in this state. She had to wait in her car for a couple of hours before she was steady enough to drive home and cry herself to sleep. Luckily, the next day was Sunday and Laura didn't have to work. She spent a good part of her morning in the shower trying to scrub away the shame of last night's events. Maybe it had all been a dream and she hadn't really been assaulted by her boss. Maybe she had too much to drink and the whole thing had been a hallucination. Maybe the stains on the front of her dress were some kind of sauce carelessly dropped during dinner. Maybe, maybe...there was no maybe. Laura could not deny to herself what had happened to her, but if she went to the police it would mean exposing herself to the ridicule of not only the police department, but everyone else she knew and everyone who saw the coverage of the case on the news. Plus, she didn't have the money to afford a good lawyer to represent her, and she knew that she would end up looking like a slut who had practically invited him to bed when his lawyers got through with her. The situation was simply impossible. Laura barely ate or slept as her mind worked at the problem, and in the end she decided to just pretend that nothing had happened and go to work tomorrow as usual. Monday morning rolled around and Laura felt as though her eyes were full of sand when she woke up after a fitful night of tossing and turning with intermittent periods of light dozing. She knew she must look a mess and even left the house without putting on her makeup, she was so exhausted and numb. As she made her way to her cubicle, her coworkers looked up curiously as though trying to determine what was different about her today, then returned to their work and didn't bother to ask if there was anything wrong; it was best not to get too involved with other people's personal lives if you wanted to maintain the status quo and avoid disrupting the office routine. Laura had just seated herself at her computer workstation, rubbing her face wearily before settling in for some normal, mundane drudgery when a shadow filled her doorway. She closed her eyes and sighed as she prepared herself for the inevitable confrontation; she was sure this would be her last day at the office. She looked up to see Mr. McMillan standing there with a slight leer on his face; it seems there was some deadline that needed to be met which would require "Matt" to work late tonight. Laura gaped silently as the full implications of her situation began to sink in; Mr. McMillan wasn't kidding last night when he had said that Laura belonged to him now! Her shoulders slumped hopelessly as the reality hit home. She merely nodded silently, unable to even answer him as she turned back to her monitor, only to sit there blindly while her mind frantically sought an answer to the predicament in which she found herself. At the end of the work day, Laura started to leave the building as usual out of habit when the sound of her boss clearing his throat reminded her of his earlier request. Laura turned back around and slowly trudged toward his office, fearful but unable to resist the urge to obey a superior. As the last of the coworkers filed out of the office, Mr. McMillan locked the door to his office and shut the blinds. For a moment he merely stared at "Matt", looking him up and down as though he were a slave at auction. Little did Laura know how right that image was! Laura cringed a bit as Mr. McMillan approached her. Without a word, he began to remove Laura's shirt and slacks, revealing a lacy camisole and panties as well as thigh-high stockings. Laura had dressed this way for so long, it didn't even occur to her that she might be better off wearing men's underclothes to work, just this once. Her cheeks reddened with embarrassment as she was revealed here in the company's seat of power before the man who held her very fate in his hands. Positions in her area of expertise were hard to come by, and if word got out that she had lost her job for reasons of "moral turpitude", she would never be able to work in this field again. Laura hardly dared to breathe as Mr. McMillan continued his inspection of her body and clothing. He seemed to be sizing her up for something, or maybe he was just trying to intimidate her further with his silent and judgmental scrutiny. At last he crossed the room to a small armoire in the corner where he usually hung his suit coat. He rummaged around for a few minutes before returning to the place where Laura stood frozen in fear and held up a sheer peignoir with ridiculously clich? feather trim around the edges. "Put this on, now", was all he said. He stood watching as Laura shakily obeyed. Then he brought out a case from the drawer which contained makeup, false eyelashes, and a poorly-made curly red wig which he demanded that Laura put on as well. A pair of gaudy earrings and cheap rhinestone necklace were next to go on, along with a pair of spike-heeled "fuck me" shoes. Mr. McMillan watched with gleaming eyes all the while Laura was donning the cheap and slutty-looking outfit. Mr. McMillan sat in his leather-covered chair and motioned Laura to come and sit on his knee and take "dictation". He actually handed Laura a small tablet and pen with which to take notes as he dictated his fictitious letter and Laura scribbled quickly trying to keep up with him. She could have typed faster and more accurately, but the boss seemed intent on acting out this old-fashioned secretary fantasy. As Laura wrote frantically, she felt Mr. McMillan's hand sliding up her thigh, which made her jump and nearly slide off his lap. He gave her a warning glare as he returned to his dictation and once again proceeded to slip his hand along the silky stocking toward Laura's panties. Laura blushed as his body betrayed him with a reflexive erection in response to the caress. Mr. McMillan continued to compose his fantasy letter as his hands stole upwards toward Laura's chest, where they tweaked the small nipples until Laura was squirming as she struggled to write on the little tablet. Suddenly, Mr. McMillan stood up and caught Laura by the waist, quickly turning her to face the desk. He leaned on her to keep her from trying to escape as he spat in his hand and used the saliva to wet his cock before pulling down Laura's panties and pushing himself into her virgin anal opening. Laura cried out and groaned with the pain as she struggled beneath him to no avail. She felt as though she would be split in two as the massive cock stretched her clenched anus fully open. Laura's own cock bumped against the side of the desk with every thrust and her prostate was beginning to pulse with the rhythmic internal massage, and in spite of herself she came all over the inside of the silly peignoir and the side of the desk. When Mr. McMillan finished ravishing Laura, he saw that she had ejaculated on the side of his desk and forced her to her knees to lick it off, along with the little bit that had run down onto the floor. Laura was mortified and intimidated; her ass throbbed and she feared she may have been injured. She would have to seek help at one of the free clinics on the ghetto side of town in order to avoid being recognized by anyone she knew. At least Mr. McMillan allowed her to use his private washroom to clean herself up and change back into her work clothes. Laura was shaky and probably a little bit in shock as she painfully waddled out of Mr. McMillan's office. He only said, "See you tomorrow" as she left the building. The ominous phrase echoed around inside her head on the way home. She could feel blood wetting her panties as she drove and decided to stop make a detour to the clinic to get some antibiotics rather than going straight home. She sat numbly surrounded by homeless winos and drug addicts as she waited to be seen. Fortunately the jaded staff of the clinic seemed unphased by Laura's injury and appeared to take it in stride as they treated her without comment or judgment as though this sort of thing was completely routine for them, so at least her shame had not been made even worse by the ridicule of strangers. As Laura drove home, she didn't notice the nondescript sedan following her at a distance. She was so wrapped up in her own chaotic thoughts that it didn't register when the car parked across the street from her house as she walked up the steps to her front door. As she fumbled with her key in the lock, she suddenly noticed a pair of strange men who seemed to have materialized on either side of her and then everything went black. The last thing she would remember was the scent of cheap Old Spice cologne. When she awoke, Laura was lying on the floor of a room she didn't recognize. The faint scent of Old Spice still lingered on her clothes, but she was very confused about how she came to be here. She looked around the room, trying to regain her bearings as she still felt dizzy and slightly nauseous. Very slowly she got to her feet and began to walk around the room and desperately search her memory for any clues as to what had happened to her last night. A vague ache in her bottom reminded her that she had been to the clinic last night and she quickly scanned the room for her purse with the antibiotics that had been prescribed for her there. There, on a small end table was the purse and the contents appeared to be undisturbed, except that she couldn't seem to find her keys. Laura found the bathroom and took one of the antibiotic pills; as disoriented as she was, she was still particular about her health and feared developing an infection as a result of her assault at the hands of her boss. Her boss! He would be so angry with her for not showing up for work today! The absurdity of this thought struck her a moment later; a suspicion began to grow in her mind that perhaps he was behind her abduction. This made her blood run cold as she began to imagine what he would have in store for her now that she had no way to escape his control. As if summoned by the thought, Mr. McMillan came in the door and carefully locked it behind him with a key that was remarkably similar to the many others on the large ring. Did this mean that he had other captives besides Laura? Maybe Mr. McMillan was in a much more sinister line of business than anyone suspected. She had heard that white slaves brought exorbitant prices among wealthy people who felt they didn't have enough "peasants" at their beck and call, and needed to acquire slaves that they could bully in private to further inflate their already gigantic egos. This chilling realization caused Laura to fall into a state of helpless despair and she barely reacted at all when Mr. McMillan turned to her and asked " Have a nice nap? " Laura didn't know how to answer and looked at him in puzzlement. The slap to her head took Laura completely by surprise. She reeled from the blow as Mr. McMillan growled, "I asked you a question, bitch! You answer me when I speak to you!" He backhanded her one more time for good measure to make sure she understood. Laura struggled to her feet and stammered, "I..I don't know...I don't remember anything." Once again the hand landed, knocking Laura to the floor as he practically roared, "YOU DON'T REMEMBER ANYTHING, SIR!" Laura's tears had started again as she meekly answered, "I'm sorry, sir! I don't remember anything, sir! Please, don't hurt me, sir!" Mr. McMillan seemed placated for the moment and he began to rummage through the small apartment as though looking for something. Laura stayed on her knees where she was and looked at the floor while trying to discretely wipe her nose as he continued to search. He kept up a steady monologue while he rummaged through the apartment, pausing occasionally for Laura to respond, "Yes, sir". He described the training program that would now be part of Laura's daily routine and that she should be proud to have been found suitable for this position. "You know, it's not every day a man can find a little slut like you. They hide in plain sight, but it takes an expert to see the signs, like I did with you. I've been watching you for almost a year now, but there was no use actually acquiring you until I had you matched up with a buyer. Like those men you saw at the bar with me; they were in the country to pick up a slut that used to work in my office a few years ago, but now will serve a much more fulfilling purpose. Don't you agree that it is good to serve a useful purpose?" Laura dutifully answered, "Yes, sir". Finally, Mr. McMillan found what he had been seeking and brought over a bulky collar that was usually used for training hunting dogs. It had been modified to fasten with a lock, so it could only be removed by him. "Now, Matt, I know that is not the name you call yourself. What is your real name?" Laura blushed at the unexpected exposure of her inner identity; how could he have known about that? She merely responded humbly, "Laura, sir". "Very well, Laura, there is no more 'Matt.' I will bring the papers for you to sign tomorrow for the legal name change." Laura had mixed feelings about this; on the one hand it was what she had always wanted but never dared consider. She would certainly have preferred that it was her own choice, but at least he had not made her answer to another name. Her attention was brought back to Mr. McMillan as he announced, "You won't be cutting your hair in that style from now on. Depending on what looks best with your face shape, you will either wear your hair long and loose or styled to complement your features. You will be expected to wear full makeup every day; no going about looking like a tomboy slob! You will also dress appropriately for your activities; an attractive casual dress and apron for cooking and cleaning, an evening gown for entertaining, lingerie for bedtime, and a pretty sundress for working outside. Do you understand?" Laura nodded vigorously, not wanting to be shocked with the collar and quickly answered, "Yes, sir!" Laura's mindset was already starting to change as she imagined herself in all of those outfits performing traditional women's work around the apartment. She began to accept her status as a slave and, now that any thought of escape had been effectively quashed, she began to relax into her new role. Mr. McMillan noted the softening of her expression with a small nod of approval. He had trained many slaves over the years and recognized the transition into the slave mindset. This would make the training go much faster and the finished product would soon be ready for the client. He had promised that this slave would be ready in six months, but now he thought she might be fully compliant well before that estimate. She had never offered to fight back or even defend herself in the least, so it would be a simple matter to train absolute obedience into her: it was already there, just waiting to be awakened. Mr. McMillan motioned to Laura to rise and accompany him as he showed her around the apartment that would be her home for the next few months. When they came to the closet, he asked for her man-clothes, which he bagged up for disposal while Laura changed into a gingham dress and low- heeled sandals. He also pointed out the monitoring devices to let Laura know that he would be watching to make sure she followed the rules as she had been told. The remote control for the shock collar would be in his possession at all times for correction of undesirable behaviors. He gave Laura's butt a possessive swat and squeeze before he left with the bag of old clothes, and Laura promptly located the makeup and jewelry so she could look her best while she spent the day getting familiar with her accommodations, content for the moment to revel in the paradoxical freedom her captivity afforded. That evening the sound of a key turning in the lock heralded the arrival of Mr. McMillan. Fortunately, Laura had anticipated this and prepared a pleasant dinner from the groceries on hand. Mr. McMillan raised one eyebrow as he inspected the meal and Laura's attire, and then sat down to enjoy the meal and small talk that could have come from a "Leave It To Beaver" episode. Laura listened attentively to everything Mr. McMillan said and gave respectful, agreeable and supportive responses to his remarks. Afterward, Laura cleared the table and washed the dishes while her boss relaxed in the living room with the newspaper. When she finished cleaning the kitchen, Laura joined Mr. McMillan in the living room, kneeling near his chair in case he needed anything. A knock at the door startled Laura out of her patient vigil at Mr. McMillan's feet. She quickly jumped up to answer the door at a pointed look from her boss, who tossed her the key to the deadbolt. She opened the door cautiously to see a tall, husky man in a suit who seemed to have marinated in Old Spice. So, this was one of the accomplices to her abduction. She opened the door wider to allow the stranger to enter the apartment and Mr. McMillan rose to greet him. He then turned back to Laura with his hand out to receive the key to the front door. "Laura, allow me to introduce Leon, your escort for the evening." Laura gulped nervously, then remembered her manners and answered, "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Leon. Can I get you something to drink?" Leon and Mr. McMillan exchanged a meaningful look and Leon politely said, "Thank you, miss, I'll have a scotch on the rocks, if you have it." Laura hurried to the liquor cabinet to fetch the requested drink which Leon accepted graciously before taking a seat near Mr. McMillan. Both men sipped their drinks as they talked business and politics while Laura waited nearby to fetch anything they might require. Around 10PM, Mr. McMillan rose to take his leave, locking the door behind him as he left. Leon motioned for Laura to precede him into the bedroom where he watched as she changed into her lingerie for the night. She wasn't even embarrassed now to have an audience, and made a point of moving gracefully in the hopes that he would be pleased with her and treat her kindly. Leon was a big man, but Mr. McMillan knew that he was only modestly endowed and a gentle lover, despite his intimidating appearance. It was important for Laura to learn to enjoy providing sexual service to the man who would be buying her as this would ensure that he got the best possible experience, and Leon was good for training that aspect of the slaves. He had successfully hidden his homosexuality from his family and friends for years, and his work with Mr. McMillan provided him with an outlet for his natural desires as well as providing a valuable service to his boss. Leon undressed himself hesitantly; he had always been self-conscious about his size. He was a bit shy, ordinarily, and was glad to have an opportunity to enjoy the pleasure of another man's body without the drama of a gay relationship. He slowly approached Laura and sat her down on the edge of the bed next to him and began to gently kiss her lips and caress her chest. Laura did not hesitate to respond in kind, as she had expected that this might be required of her, and she had no desire to be punished for lack of cooperation. At first Laura was just going through the motions to avoid being punished, but after a while she found herself enjoying the big man's touch, as he was a very sensuous and unhurried lover. He didn't force things, but let the lovemaking take its course naturally. Grateful for his gentle approach, Laura began to caress his cock and balls with her hands and mouth, causing him to sigh with pleasure. He gently placed his hand on hers to stop her from making him cum too soon; he planned to make this last as long as possible. Leon returned to kissing Laura seductively and removed her panties so he could caress her very erect penis, lingering tantalizingly on the sensitive corona and stroking her under the scrotum before lightly teasing her anus with his fingers. Laura winced a little as she was still sore from the brutal sodomy at the hands of Mr. McMillan. Leon produced a condom from the nightstand which he donned along with a generous dollop of slippery lubricant. He gently turned Laura so that her back was toward him as they lay on their sides in the bed. Laura knew now to relax her anus to allow him to enter more easily, but she was still tender even though he took great care to ease in gently. Leon gently kissed the back of Laura's neck as he slowly moved in and out of her. He reached around to stroke Laura's cock with a well-lubricated hand, and soon Laura couldn't help abandoning herself to the sensations Leon was producing in her as she began to thrust back against him to meet his strokes. The slippery pressure of his hand on the head of her cock gave Laura a very intense orgasm, prolonged by the rhythmic squeeze and release of Leon's hand on her member. Laura had never considered herself gay, but there was definitely something to be said for a lover who understood how to operate her equipment! Leon's thrusting became more insistent and his growling vocalization let Laura know that he was about to cum, so she tightened her sphincter as much as she could to give him the most stimulation as he finally bucked and roared with pleasure. After they rested for a bit in drowsy contentment, Leon and Laura washed each other in the shower before retiring for the night. Laura snuggled against Leon as he held her close and she wished that Leon was the one who would be buying her, but she knew that he was only a trainer in this odd slave school and it certainly wouldn't do to fall in love with him. It was difficult not to become attached to Leon, as he was her nightly "escort" for the next several weeks, and the bond of shared pleasure is a strong one. Laura decided to just take every day as it came and enjoy whatever time they had to share, but still wept sometimes during the day as she thought of the time when they would have to part after her training was complete. Laura now spent her mornings being instructed by a very strict woman on the fine points of maid service. She was very particular and quick to use the shock collar for the least little mistake. Laura had to wear the official maid's uniform during these lessons and had to be very conscious of her posture and present a very formal aspect as she practiced mixing drinks and doing house work in a pair of moderately high-heeled shoes. If she didn't place her feet precisely right or held a glass at the wrong height, she would get a nasty reminder from the Mistress in the form of a severe shock. She seemed to delight in finding reasons to punish Laura, and it was very stressful trying to remember everything at once so she didn't slip up. She was always quite exhausted by the end of each session. At least she had Leon to look forward to at the end of the day! Laura was progressing nicely in her training and had learned the art of maid service so well that it was now second nature and the strict Mistress now found little cause to correct her technique. Sharing pleasure with Leon was also becoming second nature and Laura genuinely enjoyed being able to please him in bed. One morning, instead of the strict Mistress, an unfamiliar man came to the apartment with Mr. McMillan, although Laura had already dressed in her maid's uniform. Mr. McMillan introduced the man as Dr. Haas and explained that he would be working with Laura to respond to some conditioned cues in order to give her new owner more complete control over her behavior. Being in an already very suggestible frame of mind from her captivity, Laura responded quickly and deeply to Dr. Haas' hypnotic suggestions. As the next few weeks went by, Laura was programmed with a number of posthypnotic cues which would cause her to instantly respond to her new owner in the way he desired. One cue would trigger a seductive response; another cue would trigger a submissive response. Still other cues were implanted to cause Laura to change the character of her personality, becoming a different person altogether until released by another cue. It was a very complex and challenging task for Dr. Haas to train Laura's subconscious mind to respond to the commands in the desired fashion, but Laura had always been eager to please those whom she considered her superiors and she made a very good hypnotic subject indeed. The desire to please was just given a bit more structure and training until it became a conditioned response ready to be unleashed at a moment's notice. As predicted, Laura's training was far ahead of schedule. Laura's hair had grown out quite a bit in the four months she had been in the training program, and it was no longer necessary for her to wear a wig. Her own hair now fell gracefully in a layered cut that framed her lovely face in a most appealing way. Her expertise with makeup and wardrobe was flawless and her manner was graceful and pleasant. She was now the perfectly trained sissy slave and the night had come for Mr. McMillan to bring the prospective buyer in for the final inspection before the purchase was finalized. Laura was nervous as she waited, anxious to make a good impression. She no longer worried whether she would like her new owner; that was beside the point. It didn't matter what she felt, only that she serve to the best of her abilities. Laura already had a candlelit dinner on the table when she heard the lock on the door click. She smoothed her dress and hair before assuming a position of attentive waiting near the door. Mr. McMillan entered with a grand gesture ushering in his wealthy guest who appeared to be Arab. He was a middle aged but handsome man with a neatly trimmed beard and bushy eyebrows. The suit he wore could not have been bought with Laura's previous yearly salary. She observed him indirectly as he came close to inspect her and when he was in front of her she dropped to her knees and bowed low before him. Mr. McMillan invited his client to stay for the night and "test drive" his new slave to make sure that all was satisfactory before the transaction was completed. He nodded curtly and Mr. McMillan handed him the key before letting himself out. Now it was just Laura and the mysterious Master whose name she had not been privileged to know. Master signaled that Laura should rise and serve him his meal, which she did with flawless grace and poise, anticipating his every need as she focused on learning the small details of his body language that would allow her to know what he wanted before he knew himself. There was almost no conversation at all between them and the eerie silence was broken only by the sound of the silverware on the plate as Master analyzed the meal he had been served. He seemed to enjoy it and even favored Laura with a small nod and smile of approval. She thought her heart would burst with joy at the small gesture of appreciation. He liked her, so far! She would have to study his favorite recipes so she could always please him with her cooking. When he had finished his meal, Master went into the living room to smoke a pipe while Laura cleaned up the dishes. She returned to the living room and knelt near his feet while he relaxed and enjoyed his pipe and a cup of coffee. When he was ready to retire for the night, Laura preceded him into the bedroom as she had been trained and changed into her nightwear before assisting Master with his clothing. She awaited a cue from him to direct her next move. He placed a hand on Laura's shoulder lightly, guiding her down to her knees. She knew what to do next and lovingly caressed his erect cock with her hands and mouth, monitoring his responses to her touch in order to bring him the most pleasure. When Master had been satisfied, Laura fetched a washcloth and gently cleaned and dried him before joining him in the bed for the night. He did not awaken for further service that night, but seemed satisfied with her company alone for now. The next morning as Laura was preparing breakfast for Master, she heard the key in the lock as Mr. McMillan returned to see whether Master was pleased with his new slave. When the men reached their final agreement the final touch was added to designate Laura as property of Master; a mark was branded on her left hip in the shape of a falcon, and the transfer was made. Laura would miss the little apartment she had come to consider home, but this was the moment she had been trained for and she was happy to have passed the test. She proudly joined her new Master, walking gracefully despite the burning in her hip from the fresh brand and bowed gratefully to Mr. McMillan in appreciation for helping her to find her true calling.