Delta knocked on her assigned door. ‘Come in,’ she heard from the other side. She walked into the room and stopped half way, never looking up, as she had been trained. Kilo was sitting on a big leather chair.

“Welcome,” he said.

“Thank you, sir,” she answered.

“Don’t call me that,” Kilo commanded.

“I’m sorry,” she gasped. Delta knew better than to assign titles before being told. “What would you like me to call you?” Delta asked.

“Maestro,” Kilo replied.

“Yes, Maestro,” she answered.

Delta walked over to Kilo, and kneeled at his feet with her hands on her back, looking down.

“I will do as I’m told. I will obey your command. I will answer your call desperately, Maestro,” Delta said with a trembling voice. Kilo ran his fingers through her hair, grabbed her jawbone under her chin, and lifted her face toward him.

“You will serve me. You will satisfy me. You will be happy,” Kilo said.

“Yes, Maestro,” Delta replied. Kilo moved his hand to her throat, and squeezed until he felt her swallow.

“You will be punished when you don’t,” he said.

“Yes, Maestro,” Delta said. Her breathing was labored. Kilo let go of her and moved his hands to her exposed hard nipples and released the clamps. Kilo could see her chest rising up and down with every breath she took.

“My treat stick is getting restless. You will take care of it,” Kilo said, standing up.

“Of course, Maestro, thank you,” Delta said surprised, in an almost whisper.

Kilo smiled down at her. Delta grabbed the closure on his slacks and opened it. Kilo’s hard throbbing cock could barely be contained. Delta’s eyes were wide as she pulled it out.

“Oh Maestro… thank you,” she said at the sight of it. Her mouth was watering at the thought of getting to lick and suck on such a big beautiful penis. It had been a long time since the last cock she got to see, not to mention actually pleasure. Most of the masters, owners, keepers and the like never pulled their semi moist treat sticks for their slaves on the first time. For the most part, Delta’s professors had loved training her using her fellow female slaves as stand-ins for a master. But Kilo was different. Kilo had heard of her skills and natural endowments. Kilo himself had a reputation among the slaves for wearing them out too fast. Of course he would want to test her before committing to anything long term or permanent.

He pulled a stopwatch from his pocket. Delta was waiting for instructions.

“Satisfy me,” Kilo said.

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