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.I then heard the footsteps approaching me.They were light, quick footsteps,feminine, not the stride of a man.Interestingly from the sound of thefootsteps on the central board, as they touched it, I detected that she wasPage 181ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlwearing slippers. I am here, I said, in the darkness. Oh! she said, and stopped, not more than a yard or two from me.I let her stand there for a moment.She said nothing. Are you naked? I asked. I wear a light slave gown, she said. Remove it, I said.I heard light silk dropped to the dirt. Are you nownaked? Iasked. Yes, she said. No, you are not, I said. You are wearing slippers. Yes, she said. Remove them, I said.I heard the two slippers kicked softly to the side. Are you now absolutely naked? I asked. Yes, she said. Kneel, I said. Kneel? she asked. Must a command be repeated? I asked. No, she said.I heard her kneel. Are you now kneeling? I asked. Yes, she said. I am now kneeling. I had wished to hear from her own lipsthis confession that she had now adopted this posture of submission before me. Crawl to me on your knees, I said.She hesitated.But then she did so. Kiss my feet, I said.She gasped, but then, putting forth her hands, findingme, did so. Straighten up, I told her.She did so.I put forth my hands and felt her head, and her shoulders.Briefly I put mytwo hands in her hair, that she might know I could control her by means of it,should I choose to do so.Then I stepped back a foot or so from her. Lie down, on your back, I told her.I threw my tunic to the side. Are you now lying down? I asked. Yes, she said.I slipped down beside her, quickly, with my hands, checking that she hadassumed the position to which I had ordered her.As my hands touched her, she gasped with pleasure.She lifted her hands to putthem about my neck but I pressed them away.Then she lay quietly beside me,her arms at her sides.Her breathing was deep. You are a new slave? I asked. Yes, she said.I felt her throat. You wear no collar, I said. Kenneth has not yet put me in a collar, she said.I felt her left thigh.Most girls are branded on the left thigh.Perhaps thisis because most masters are right-handed.The brand, then, as one controls theslave, may be easily caressed.But her left thigh wore no brand.Her rightthigh, too, as I soon noted, did not wear the slave mark, nor did her lowerleft abdomen.These are the three standard marking places, following therecommendations of Merchant Law, for the marking of Kajirae, with the leftthigh being, in practice, the overwhelmingly favored brand site. You are not branded, are you? I asked. Your hands, she said,  they are so possessive! No, I said,  you are apparently not branded. No, she gasped,  I am not branded!I had examined her body, fully, for slave marks. As you now doubtless know, she said.Page 182ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html Why not? I asked. The Mistress has not yet seen fit to brand me, she said. Why not? I asked. I do not know, she said. Do you think me privy to the secrets of theMistress? She does with me what she pleases. You are only an ignorant and lowly slave? I asked. Yes, she said,  I am only an ignorant and lowly slave. Why do you think you were sent to the tunnel? I asked. I do not know, she said. It seems then, I said,  that you are not only an ignorant and lowly slave,but one who is stupid and foolish as well. I am not stupid and foolish! she exclaimed, angrily. Kiss me, I ordered her.I felt her lips, warm and soft, sweet, wet, on mine. I see that you well knowwhy you were sent to the tunnel, I said. Yes, she said,  I well know why I was sent to the tunnel. Your use is mine, I said. My `use ! she exclaimed. Of course, I said. Yes, she then said, half purring with delight,  my `use has been given toyou by theMistress. You are then mine, for an Ahn or two, I said. Yes, she said. I am then, for an Alin or two, your Master, I said. Yes, she said. And you should address me as such, I said. Yes, she whispered, softly,  -Master.She tried then to kiss me, but I held her from me. Has the Mistress owned you long? I asked. No, Master, she said. I am a new slave. Where were you purchased? I asked. In Vonda, she said. Why has the Mistress sent you to me? I asked. I do not know, Master, she said. What is your name? I asked. The Mistress has not yet given me a name, she said. If you wish, you maygive me a name, for your use of me. I shall not bother, I said. It is sufficient for me that I simply hold youin my arms as a nameless slut.Her body became suddenly rigid, but then she relaxed. Yes, Master, she said. Doubtless your Mistress will soon give you a name, I said. Yes, Master, she said. It is convenient for a,slave to have a name, I said. Yes, Master, she said. It is then easier to order her about, to serve and fetch, I said. Yes, Master, she said. It is interesting to me that you are not collared and branded, I said. Yes, Master, she said. Do you expect to be soon collared and branded? I asked.I smiled to myself. Probably, she said, sadly. You sound sad, I said. Should I not be? she asked. No, I said. The collar and brand are splendid on a woman.They make her ahundred times, a thousand times, more beautiful. Oh, she said. Kiss me, nameless slut, I said. Yes, Master, she said.Then she lay back.I felt her finger at my shoulder.Page 183ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html Do you think that I am more beautiful than the Mistress? she asked. Probably, I said. It is difficult for a free woman to even begin to competewith a slave in beauty. Is the Mistress attractive? she asked. She is a quite beautiful woman, I said. If she were made a slave, she wouldprobably become dazzlingly and desirably beautiful. If the Mistress and I were both slaves, she said,  who do you think would bethe most beautiful? I do not know, I said. I would have to stand you both naked in your collarsbefore me, side by side, and see. That would be difficult to do, she laughed. Why? I asked. Nothing, she said. Why? I asked. Oh, she said, quickly, lightly, but frightened,  because Mistress is awonderful free woman, and I am only a lowly slave. I see, I smiled. What are you going to do with me now? she asked. Why use you for my pleasure, and as a slave, I said. Yes, Master, she breathed. But first I shall see if you are hot, I said. Master? she asked. Oh! she cried. I see that you are hot, I said. Yes, Master, she said.I held her. Your arms are strong, she said.I did not move.I felt her beauty squirm against my chest and thighs. Master,Master,she whispered. Please, Master! What do you want me to do? I asked. Have your hot slave, she begged. Very well, I said.I made her scream and sob muchly in the darkness of the tunnel.She seemedpiteous in my arms. I did not know it could be like this, she whispered,hoarsely. Be silent, slave, I told her. Yes, Master, she whispered, kissing andmoaning. Do it to me again, Master, she begged. Please, Master! It is growing late, I said. Please, Master, she said. It is time to send you back to your Mistress, I said. She will surely bewondering where you are. Please, Master, she begged. Surely you do not wish to spend time at the whipping ring, I said. The Mistress will not whip me, she said. How do you know? I asked. I am sure of it, she said. Please, please, Master! It is late, I said [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]