Sir Tim stirred lazily as the sun streamed in the windows. As he layed there half awake, his mind wandered back to events of last evening. Did He really purchase a new slave-girl at an auction? Through his mind's eye he could still see the number "421" taped to her body. Yes he looked over the others who were offered up for sale, but there was something about the one with no pussy hair that struck a chord with him.

After Tim paid the previous owner, and after He punished her for failing to keep her eyes down during the auction, and after He "tested" her in His dungeon, the proud dominant man was quite pleased with his new slave. So far she had proved to be an expert cock-sucker, and she took a whipping like it was old-hat.

But now, as Tim layed there, He could feel a presence beside the bed, and lo and behold, when he looked over, He saw slut kneeling in proper slave-form, waiting for her new Master to awake. The mere sight of her bald pussy staring back at Him, caused a predictable rise in His manhood.

Smiling smugly, Tim swung His legs off the bed and sat up. "Good morning, slut," He said cheerfully, as He presented his raging hard-on to her.

Properly keeping her eyes down, slut returned the polite salutation, "Good morning to you, Sir."

With a gentle tug on her leash, Sir Tim compelled His new slave toward His crotch. This slave was no dummy, she knew exactly what He wanted. Without using her hands, she managed to gather the head of His cock between her lips. What followed was an eye-popping blow-job, which left Him breathing heavily and quite satisfied.

After she licked him clean, and after He returned to normal breathing, Tim replaced the long leash with the shorter one attached to slut's collar.

"Time for a shower, slut." Then picking up a handy riding crop, He whacked quickly on the butt, impelling her toward the bathroom.