She looked at her leather clad Owner briefly as she was ordered to stand, her arms lifted and cuffed above her head, her legs held apart by a spreader bar.

Suspended and held upright at His mercy, the slave kept her eyes downcast. her cunt exposed to Him, nipples at attention, wondering what His next move was. She could feel His eyes taking in her naked and stretched frame, as she felt Him look over His new property.

She held her silence well, wondering if in time He would recognise her faults. Why that selling price was considerably lower, than any of the others who were in her selling group. She wanted to prove Him that she was a good slave, despite the opinions and monetary value put on her head.

She heard Him come closer to her, His footsteps echoed as He walked around her. She gasped, biting her lip at the sudden sting of the crop on her tender ass. The sting lingered, she was roused to attention, by another curt flick of the crop, under the flesh of her right breast.

She missed the delicious sting of the crop, the satisfaction it gave her former Owner, as well as the pleasure it gave to her, when He wished it. It felt invigorating being under the guidence of another, she wanted to please Him, so that He would keep her. Waiting silently for her test to begin...