When the door hinge creaked, it made him jump. Evan had been told he would be visited by Lady Arianda but he still wasn't prepared for it. He wanted to impress her, to please her, but as the oak door to his cell swept open, he felt he'd be lucky to remember his own name. He had been sitting on his bed in presentation position since the news of the Lady's visit. He feared he might be locked that way, and worse yet, he was sure his manhood had drawn up so much, he'd never find it again.

Arianda stepped in and smiled out to aaron, thanking him for escorting her. She let him pull the door closed as she walked the length of evan's cell, looking it over. Like most of the cells, there was a reasonable bed, a table and chair, and a few shelves for clothing or items given by the Ladies or other visitors. Aaron, in his regular duties for the Cellar, had seen to a complement of candles and a tray of wine, bread and cheese, on Arianda's request. These cells were certainly not luxurious like the rooms above the Dungeon but they were not so terrible either.

Evan watched her walk the small room. He watched only what his downcast eyes could see but it was enough to make him more nervous, however, he noted that he was stirring against the leather pouch at his crotch. This was a relief. At least for now his equipment seemed to be working!

The Lady paused and turned to look him over, where he was perched on his bed. She slipped her fingers beneath his chin and said softly, "You may look at me, boy. I recall you have lovely green eyes."

Indeed, when evan slowly lifted his eyes to her face and smiled nervously, Arianda smiled back. His eyes were like jade, a softly muted deep green and a soul alive in them. In fact she had always thought of him as jade.

His voice cracked a bit as he thanked her. She straightened again and while he watched her, she untied her purple satin robe and lay it over the back of the single chair in the room. She was left only in a short white shift of brushed silk. It played across her nipples and the swell of her breasts. The fabric was clinging softly to her hips and revealed her color through its sheer single layer.

The young slave swallowed hard and pulled his hands together at his waist. He secretly pinched the tender part of one thumb. He had to do something distracting or he'd cum in the one garment he was wearing. It didn't help when the Lady sat next to him on the edge of the bed. She let her slippers drop to the floor then reclined, propping her head on one hand.

"Evan... Ordinarily I would fetch a fine price for the services of one such as you." Her finger tapped the hollow of his throat and traced down along his smooth chest to the piercing at his navel.

"Ye---" He cleared his throat then managed, "Yes, Mistress?"

"Aye, you are a fine specimen and in some ways your lack of experience might be an asset. It certainly is with the female stock." Her hand slid back up across his chest then around the side of his neck, over his collar. She gently prompted him to unfold from his kneeling crouch and lay down next to her. He had no idea how she wanted him to be, so he lay mostly on his back, with his hands folded over his stomach. His head was turned so he could look up into her face. He was anxious to hear anything she had to say and ready to obey any command. She was so close, he felt flushed.

"Now, dear boy..." Her hand spread over his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat again, then moved down to lift his hands and lay them to either side of him. When her hand continued over his stomach and down across the leather-clad bundle between his legs, she paused and smiled warmly at his stifled gasp and stiffness flexing into her palm. "This is the trouble with a man and inexperience, no? I wouldn't want a guest to be disappointed, nor you to be mortified with a mishap."

"Y-yess... M-M-Mistress." He had tried not to stutter but he knew he was going to. Her hand was gently caressing his thigh now, but it was still awfully close.

"So, evan, what we shall do, is get you over the trials of a first time." She watched his eyes as she gave him a moment for this to sink in. "Then perhaps you can still be the naïve wonder that you are, but without so much of the nervousness... and perhaps a bit more control, hm?"

He couldn't speak. She had slipped her fingers up between his thighs and was cupping him through the leather. He felt he would burst in her hand. He simply nodded understanding but could not believe the Lady would... No, surely she was only explaining before she brought in one of the female slaves to break him in? He was embarrassed for her to even have to do this. He was of age, but had served as houseboy for an elderly couple til they passed and their son had no use for him. He was auctioned, and now, here he lay with a beautiful Mistress, who was preparing to teach him what he had wished to know for much too long? Praise be!, he thought.

Her hand left him then and she instructed him to turn to her and prop himself on one elbow. He did and reeled from the warm sweet scent of her, something of vanilla and maybe honeyed cinnamon. It was even more intoxicating as she leaned in to whisper across his ear. Her soft breath teased at his long fine blonde hair. "Evan, I shall instruct you when necessary. You need not be concerned with a 'Yes, Mistress' on every turn. You are learning. You may thank me when we have completed this first lesson." She then pressed a tasting kiss beneath his ear.

He started to hoarsely say, "Yes, Mistress." but stopped himself in the midst of it and chuckled nervously. Arianda laughed lightly as well then leaned back to grin at him. "What you know and do not know is where we start, but let us make it enjoyable for the both of us." He pressed his lips together so he wouldn't speak his conditioned reply.

Arianda lay back then with one arm folded under her head. "Look as you like. Touch as it suits you. I will amend any errors but I doubt you shall commit anything punishable... unless you allow your own release too soon." She grinned and he gulped because that was exactly what he feared would happen.

He watched her face another moment then his eyes drifted down her neck and across her chest. Her breasts were clearly outlined in the sheer silk, hard nipples pressing it. He followed along the smooth curves and shadows as they traveled over her stomach and the dip of her navel then he sat up. His chest rose and fell with a few short breaths. With her arm drawn up under her head, the short shift had hitched up to partially uncover the soft curls between her thighs. He forced himself to look back to her face again.

Her eyes were closed but she whispered, "Evan... you may touch me. I will not break nor whip you for it." She smiled with amusement then added in a conspiratory hiss. "Perhaps if you pretend I am asleep." She heard his nervous swallow but thought better of the light chuckle trying to escape her.

Evan's hand hovered over her thigh for the longest time. She could feel the warmth of his palm close to her skin. She was pleased when he finally let it rest on her leg and began to slide his fingers up beneath the hem of the shift. She simply hissed a quiet "Yesss..." to condone and encourage his action. His hand pushed the fabric up til he could view her soft mound and tummy but then he paused again, unsure how to proceed.

Still with her eyes closed, she asked, "Have you seen the body of a woman? Close enough to touch her?"

"Yes, Mistress, but none..." He cleared his throat and realized his hand was resting on her waist so he drew it away. "I have bathed and cared for some and saw many without clothing at auction but... not... not in this way... no."

Arianda sat up to face him on the bed. She looked into his deep jade eyes. "Undress me then. Seems a good place to start, yes?"

"Of course, Mistress." He searched her face as he reached to either side of her and gathered the silk in his hands then he looked down to watch what he was doing. He also noted, with great interest, what the removal of the garment revealed. She helped him pull the shift off over her head then lay back down as he draped the silk neatly over the end of the bed. When he sat back to look at her again. His eyes could not take in enough of her smooth pale skin.

A jittering hand came to rest on her waist then slid up over her ribs and cupped beneath her breast. He whispered with only breath, "Oh, Mistress..."

With her words of instruction and encouragement, he made great progress from his awe. He brushed his thumb over her hard nipple then curled over to taste her, letting his tongue circle and tease at her as she had suggested. He left a trail of wet kisses down along her stomach, circling her navel, all his own idea, before continuing to let his mouth and hands explore her softness to her thighs. With little prompting, evan crawled to the foot of the bed but there again he was at a loss for how to proceed.

Arianda propped her self up on her elbows to look down at him. His face was so precious in his concentration and confusion. She took an instructional moment to suggest how one might politely coax a Lady's legs apart. She was pleased that he chose a creative option. He bent over her legs and kissed the inside of her knee as he slipped his hand beneath it. Kissing the other similarly, as he crawled closer to his destination, his hands and mouth and body gently opened her to him.

Evan was not a particularly muscular fellow, but strong enough. As he stretched out between Arianda's upraised knees, he pressed his broad shoulders beneath her thighs and curled his arms around to let his fingers spread out over her hips. She lay back again, after a pleasing look at his beautiful back and ass flexing as he moved. She took a deep breath. "Yes... a comfort this is... cradled in your arms, beneath your warm breath, awaiting your caressing tongue. Nicely done, jade. Nicely done."

He was urged on by her words, and frankly the scent of her and the thought of tasting her. He nuzzled high up on the inside of her thigh then to the other side then paused before he very lightly and gently nuzzled his way between her lips. He mmmmm'd to himself, or meant to. He hadn't meant for it to be audible. It was that but also a thrill to Arianda to feel his soft hum vibrate against her most tender flesh. She gasped lightly then quickly hissed a "Yesss..." so that he would know he'd made a fine move.

His lips began to pepper her with kisses until the hint of her taste and the scent of her, tempted his tongue from his mouth. With tasting kisses now, he found her nub and teased it with a tentative touch, gently flicking over it, then softly circling. Arianda began to writhe with his attentions and stretched her hands down to wrap around his fingers. His strong hands gently squeezed back and held to her.

Explorations became more fervent as his tongue slipped along her inner lips then found the source of the nectar he'd been supping. Arianda's body shuddered as her young apprentice found a good use for his hard tongue and teased in and out of her growing tightness. Evan lapped at her moisture and discovered for himself where it was that his manhood wanted to be. His thong and the pouch over his crotch were now uncomfortable as he pressed hard against his binding.

Arianda was gripping his fingers tightly and pulling at his hands. Evan's mouth parted from her and his panting breath still on her made her shiver again before he looked up across her body. Hoarsely, he spoke, "Mistress... I have wish to... that is I feel need of..." It was not his place to make such a suggestion but he could not help himself. The pulsing between his thighs and pounding in his chest were overpowering. Even if it meant punishment, he needed release.

Her eyes opened only partially as she nodded consent, "Yes, boy... Strip off that leather binding and satisfy the need you have created...." She released his hands and drew her own fingers slowly up her body before finishing her thought. "... in both of us."

Evan slowly withdrew his arms from beneath her thighs and sat up on his feet. He hurriedly unstrapped his leather thong, flinging it off to the side, somewhere. His manhood stood proudly from his body as he walked on his knees to put himself in place. He leaned forward on one locked arm then slipped his other hand to himself. He curled to watch, curled to look down to where their hips were poised together. Just as his tip brushed her wetness, he moaned and flashed a look up at her. Her eyes were watching, though half-lidded. She was waiting. His Mistress nodded again slowly and he looked back to watch himself disappear into her tight sucking warmth, at least until his eyes closed and he moaned deeply.

His hips took over. His body knew how to do what he had never before done. His thrusts were hurried, erratic and halting at first but soon he was stroking his full length in her. He felt her muscles pull at him as he withdrew and he thrilled to the pressure of pushing his way back into her again til their hips met.

She knew it would not take long but evan was rather surprised when he felt a downstroke explode up through him and deeply within her. It moved him to such force that Arianda's back arched too. He had managed to push her into a shudder of her own. Both of them moaned aloud, although Evan's release was also accompanied by a stream of words she would use to tease him at later opportunities.

When he collapsed over her, Lady Arianda lifted her hand to brush through his fine blonde hair. She whispered, "Well done, jade. Well done. Time and practice will give you more control." She took a long deep breath, making his head rise and fall where his face lay against her breasts. She closed her eyes again and grinned as she added, "But in some ways... tis a shame."

Evan's spent voice mumbled in response, "Thank you, Mistress."