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"Is it a good little slave?" he asked, staring into her eyes. "Is it obedient?"
Diana was paralyzed, though she couldn’t for the life of her have said whether it was with fear or arousal or some delicious combination of the two. But after a moment she managed to whisper, with some difficulty as he was still holding her by the chin, "Yes, Sir."
James added his other hand to the back of Diana’s head, holding it firmly as he pulled her chin down with the other, forcing her mouth open. "Hmm…" he said again, peering into it.
Diana felt a jolt between her legs. Being required to stand in this position, naked, in front of James, and now being examined as if she were nothing more than an object of interest to a potential buyer, was making her quiver all over.
James released her chin but maintained his hold on the back of her head as he began to probe her mouth with two fingers. He toyed with her tongue for a little while and then began sliding his fingers in and out of her mouth, saying softly, as if to himself, "Is it a good little cock-sucker, I wonder?"
Diana was unable to respond as James continued to slide his fingers in and out of her mouth, his pace gradually increasing, for another minute or so. Then he suddenly withdrew them and, seizing her by the chin once more, leaned close and asked, "Well, is it?"
Diana, gasping, was frozen in his gaze, unable to speak. What should she say, what could she say? Finally she managed, "N-n-no, Sir, not very good. B-but I’ll… I’ll t-try to be one for you, Sir."
James just continued to look at her, and after a moment Diana tried again, "I- I’ll try to be a…" Oh god, she couldn’t say it. But she had to. "I’ll try to b-be a...a good, a good little…" She forced herself to go on, "A g-good little c-c-cock-sucker for you, Sir."
James nodded his approval and said softly, "Good girl," and Diana found herself flushing with pleasure at having pleased him. He released her head and stepped back slightly to look her over once more. He murmured, "Well now, what have we here?"
Diana, following his gaze, looked down and saw her fully-erect nipples, just before he seized them between his thumbs and forefingers and pinched them.
"Oh!", she cried out, as a bolt of pain and pleasure shot from her breasts straight down between her legs. Her hands involuntarily started to rise, but she forced them back and grasped them tightly behind her back again. Her mouth fell open and she was unable to think or to be aware of anything but the pressure of his fingers on her nipples. As he began to roll them between his fingers her eyes began to close of their own accord but James snapped, "Eyes on me, slave."
Diana forced her eyes back open and stared mindlessly into his eyes as he continued to pinch and play with her nipples. "Oh yes," James said, "It’s a horny little slave, isn’t it?"
"Y-yes, Sir, I’m a…a horny little slave, Sir," she quavered.
James gave her nipples a final hard pinch, making her gasp, and then released her. He began casually running his hands over her body as if still considering, murmuring, as if to himself, "Hmm… Do I want to buy this slave?" as he walked around her, cupping her breasts in his hands as if weighing them, running his fingers lightly through her pubic hair, fondling her behind and her thighs as if testing them for firmness.
Diana was on fire as the examination continued, biting her lip in an attempt to control her shaking. But when James, standing behind her, placed one hand on her hip, the other on the back of her neck, and bent her forward from the waist, saying brusquely, "Grab your ankles, slave," she groaned out loud as an orgasm began to overtake her.
Sensing what was happening, James grabbed her by her hair and jerked her upright again, saying, "No! Slaves do not come without permission!"
Diana groaned again as she fought down her orgasm, managing to gasp, "Yes, Sir," as she gradually regained control, a few tears running down her cheeks from the effort. James released his hold on her and without waiting for further instructions Diana bent over and wrapped her hands around her ankles, whispering, "I’m very sorry, Sir."
Oh my god, Diana thought, look at me: naked, bent over with my legs spread and a man behind me staring right at my…
The thought was left unfinished as Diana felt James’ hands on her behind, grabbing her ass-cheeks and spreading them apart as he crouched down to continue his inspection.
"Yes," he mused, "it has a tight, wet little pussy, doesn’t it?"
Diana tried to answer but she was unable to get her voice to work at first. Not until James released one hand long enough to slap her hard on the ass and demand, "Doesn’t it, slave?"
"OW! Owww…" Diana hissed through her teeth. "Yes, Sir, I have a t-tight, wet little...little p-pussy, Sir!"
"Better." James used the tip of his middle finger to trace her pussy lips, stroking them delicately, then gradually separating them and finding her clitoris. From her upside-down position Diana could see exactly what he was doing and she had to close her eyes and bite her lip once more to fight down the orgasm that was beginning to ripple through her. But she was unable to stop the little whimpering noises that escaped from her as James continued to torment her with his fingertip.
But her mouth fell open once more, and she cried out, "Oh!", as James took his now juice-soaked middle finger and began to worm it between her ass cheeks. "Such a cute little ass as well," he said softly. "I might just have a use for that."
He pushed his finger slowly in and out of her passage for a little while as Diana grunted, "Uh!...Uh!...Uh!" and tried desperately not to squirm. Then he stopped and walked around to stand in front of her once more. Seizing her by the hair, he pulled her upright again - although Diana felt as though her knees might give out beneath her at any moment - and looked into her eyes.
"Well, what do you think?" he asked, giving her head a gentle shake, "Do you think I should buy you, slave? How much do you think I should pay for you?"
The fantasy of actually being bought and becoming his property was too much for Diana, and she fell to her knees, wrapping her arms around his legs for support. She looked up at him, her eyes tearful, and stammered, "P-please, Sir. You...you don’t have to b-buy me." She forced herself to sit upright and looked as directly into his eyes as she could. "I’m… I’m a gift, Sir. You said so yourself."
James’ gaze softened and he reached down to stroke her hair. "You’re absolutely right, Diana, you are a gift. A lovely gift. Thank you." They smiled at each other as James continued to stroke her hair. After a moment he raised his eyebrows as he asked, "Now, what should I do with such a lovely gift?"
Diana looked down and then forced herself to meet his gaze again. "You should...m-make love to me, Sir."
James, shaking his head slowly, started to reply, "Now, we talked about th-", but Diana cut him off. "I know what you said. And you’re probably right. But I don’t care!" She stood up again, the better to look him directly in the eye. "I want you to make love to me, right now. Please, Sir, make…"
She stopped, hesitated and then said, softly but very deliberately, "Please fuck me, Sir." Then she dropped to her knees once more, upright and with her hands locked behind her back as before, her eyes never leaving his for an instant.
"Please fuck your little slave-girl, Sir."
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