Hemmins, a false scowl across his hard face walked around Rhea. She stood in naked with the collar and cuffs on her ankles and wrists, hands behind her head and breasts thrust invitingly out. Attractive enough, he decided. While no hard-bodied gym rat, she still was nicely curvy- though maybe a bit too fleshy for those idiots who wanted breathing Barbie dolls. Still the tits were good sized and she had a generous ass. The girl was ethnically African, which was a plus with some buyers. Her face was slightly heart shaped, with round cheeks, wide nose and full lips that must be fabulous for blow jobs. He approved of the efficient way her hair was cropped so closely to her scalp. The faint tang of arousal filled his nose. Perfect.

He placed a hand on her left tit, cupping it briefly; then he let his fingers graze silky skin. The fingertips converged on the engorging nipple- coffee colored, or maybe chocolate. He tugged on the nipple and the girl moaned deliciously.

"Master," she cooed.

He stepped back and slapped her face hard. "Did I give you permission to open your mouth, twat?"

She lowered her head and said, "No, Master."

He nodded curtly. "At least you know how to address me. Lick my shoes, cunt." He sat in his leather chair and arrogantly proffered a foot in front of her face. He leaned back as if already bored, chin resting on joined fingers as he watched her moves with false casualness.

She sank to all fours and leaned forward, her agile pink tongue reaching out to caress the expensive wingtip. She dragged the tip of her tongue from the ball of the right foot along its front edge to an inch behind the base of the little toe. Then she began to lick in earnest, caressing the point of the shoe, working the top and sole alike. She took a risk and planted dainty kisses along the fine seams of the shoe before addressing with more licks.

Hemmins leaned forward and reached down to stroke her hair. "Good bitch," he said with approval. Rhea made a groan of acknowledgement as she continued working the shoe. She continued like that for some time, not seeing the man type something into the keypad.

"Stop, girl."

Rhea paused, but did not move from her position. He ordered her to her knees and Rhea tentatively placed her hands behind her head again. Naturally, he barked, "Hands behind your back!" and she hastily complied. The placement of the hands was a Hobson's choice. No matter where they went he would have ordered them placed somewhere else. Overall, though, she knelt well- heels together under her buttocks and spread knees exposing the yearning petals of her sex. Her back was straight, thrusting those soft pillows of her breasts out well. She probably was very cuddly in bed, he decided. As he joined her wrists with a clip, he resolved to test her as soon as possible, provided she passed the medical examination.

At that appropriate juncture, the door opened. In stepped a female slave who was darker than Rhea, but with straight hair done in a long braid that fell to below her shoulders, and aquiline profile and thin lips pursed in what seemed to be disapproval. A bindi dot decorated her forehead and a silvery collar nestled on her throat. A stud decorated the left side of her nose. She was clad in a low cut short white dress and matching slippers. On each breast was a red cross within a diamond shape.

"Ah," Hemmins said. He got up, shifting to hide his now roaring erection and sauntered to his desk. He rummaged through a drawer and found a chain link leash (behind the stapler). He clipped the leash to Rhea's collar and handed it to the slave.

"Full exam. Tell Dr, Berger she's a potential recruit."