"So, what have we here?" The voice is firm, controlled but very feminine. It sends shivers up his spine to hear it, something in the harmonics. He feels cool hands on his flesh, pinching and stretching his skin. Sharp nails trace gently down his abdomen, teasing at the hairs around his belly. He shakes and tries to gasp as those hands cup his balls and start to squeeze but the gag fills his mouth completely. The chains that bind him shake.

The hand moves up his flaccid shaft, straightening it up against his belly as something cold and metallic is pressed against it. He realises that it is a ruler.

"Hmmm, it may be passable. Not sure it is good enough for high end stud work but may be suitable for a pleasure slave. Any training?"

"No, none at all. He's freshly caught. But for a small consideration we can break him in for you."

"No, no. I like to break them myself." He hears high heeled shoes clicking as she circles him. "Ok, you've got a deal so long as I can see its face. Oh, but first I want to see that thing erect..."

A hand circles his shaft and begins to stroke, working him gently to an erection. The ruler is then applied again and further discussion is had about his size.

Then there is a bright light as the hood is pulled roughly off his head...