<div class="floatright">(http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b22/kinghu/b54c3657-5ba3-4cc4-ac7a-5e94055adebc.jpg)</div>François finished sipping his whisky and nodded towards Cassie appreciatively, "good brand" he told her, and looked for a cigar.<br/><br/>She seemed terrified by all the equipment, yet she didn't really enter his office, staying at the fringe, almost kneeling, but not quite as she had hurt her knees a bit. She wore an ugly hospital gown, and her eyes were imploring the wrong way, but he wouldn't be biased by his first impression.<br/><br/>He blew a few perfect smoke rings. "Are you going to stare at me like this for long time? It's usually good for a Master to be looked at, but with this gaze" he shivered "I might have to start a hard punishment already, and this is not  good way to start the relationship with your teacher, is it?"<br/><br/>He put his elbows on the desk, checking her appreciatively "You're a beautiful girl, but in this place, it doesn't amount to much, just one among a million other pretty girls, and when you think about your situation, well, let me be blunt, you're actually no better than this chair I'm sitting on. I do like this chair, it's comfortable, it's providing me a very valuable service, it serves me well and I'm grateful, and, if this chair could hear, feel, and think, I would tell it how I appreciate her service" he moved back and made a full circle "and it would appreciate my compliment so much. Now, you, as of now, are not providing any service, to no one, actually we might even say you're a nuisance, a disgrace, some little cute slut girl in a million, whose last action was to<em>show</em>herself, if we can call that showing, for not even 10 cents an hour, and all of this for pathetic old guys who switched from fucking their lambs to connecting to the Net, probably they still do too actually, fucking their lambs, cows, dogs, it doesn't matter, but you see where it puts you? on a scale of usefulness..." he tapped on his desk "this chair, this desk, you..." he blew smoke "this cigar."<br/><br/>He stared at her imperturbable, waiting for his little speech to sink in and for her to stop crying.<br/><br/>"Do you know why you're here? I mean really? Headmaster Tasker, or one of his minions probably told you that you'll become a slave, bringing crazy images of sexual abuse and torture, but you're completely wrong". He got up and checked the content of the library "nice touch again, the most expensive edition of my first work about the divine Marquis, I hope we'll find time to read some extracts together, maybe you've read Sade too, most teenage girls in Europe at least have tried one of his books, it's a practice almost as common as having a Munch painting over their bed really" he checked one of the cabinets and examined the various objects displayed, he took and showed her a spanking paddle "what my goal is" he slapped the paddle hard against his palm "oh I love this sound" then a second time, harder "you'll learn to love it too" he smiled to her and put it back in the cabinet "lemme see what we have here, as I was saying my job is - simply put- to make you useful to a point where you, yes, you, won't find any meaning beyond serving, oh look at that beautiful riding crop" he smelled it "the leather is wonderful, very flexible, see, I'll show it to you in a minute. You will live to serve, serve to live, no matter how you want to put it" the riding crop cracked with a resounding sound on the conference table "this tool's good too, but the noise is a bit too sharp" he did it a second time "you see what I mean? But it's very efficient, cuts through bullshit like Ockham's razor, a powerful learning tool as you'll... actually learn, but now, what we need to do before starting this relationship on the best terms is a form of bonding, a sort ceremony if you will, so I've thought of a gift just for you" he opened of the leather suitcase that came from his trunks "I bought it from the Germans,<em>jah</em>, it did make the airport customs woman who X-rayed my suitcase very very jealous, but it's for you only and it will suit you wonderfully."<br/><br/>He took a small square box and approached his student, still holding the riding crop in his left hand. He squatted to show her "even the box is pretty don't you think? So, my dear Cassie, and so far we might call you Cassie, even you, we'll get to that in a moment, what do you think of the great gift Master is giving to Cassie? I'm pretty sure you never had one before, and certainly not of this quality!"<br/><br/>He proudly opened the box and shower her Cassie's collar (https://www.sm-factory.com/files/2_60_halsreif-mit-ring.jpg).