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“So…what should we call you?”
“A slave girl may be called by whatever name the Master pleases” she said. It was a standard answer, probably drilled into her from hours of repetition.
I nodded and fixed myself a drink as she looked on, probably unsure of what to do. “What did your previous Master call you?”
Her voice was low and cracking…”You are my first owner Master.”
I knew that of course, I was testing her quietly and seeing how she would react. She was naked and in light silver colored chains that ran from the now permanently placed legs cuffs to her wrists, encased in the same small bands of metal…and then to the light silver disk that passed as a collar today. Personally I preferred the older style of leather and locks but it was what it was. She was, as they say, just entering the blush of womanhood. She had shoulder length reddish hair that cascaded about her shoulders…I made a mental note to have it cut to highlight her face more. The freckles were what attracted me and they run the length of her body, giving her an almost leopard like appearance.
“What would you have me call you?”
“Emma, if it pleases you Master.”
She surprised me with the clarity of her statement. It was clear and although not loud, it was not the mumbling of a scared and naked slave girl. Her voice was bell like, not the deep chime of the Church, but the light lilt of a dinner bell.
“It does not.” I simply stated and sipped my drink again. “What was your name before you were a slave?”
She looked up at me then. Her brown green eyes pleaded with me directly for a second, and then dropped back down. “Please Master, that girl died when I became a slave. Any name you wish is acceptable to a slave.”
I knew, of course, her real name and could have named her that. Frankly it makes things easier as it’s easy for a slave to forget their slave name during the first few days. I liked to change a slave’s name though; it helped to reinforce her position. After all it was my right, she was after all just property, an animal in the eyes of the law. Emma was not her real name and I could not help but wonder why she chose that name. I decided to let her keep that name for now.
“Emma it is then.” I stated.
“Thank you Master.” Emma said.
I watched her for a moment as I enjoyed my drink. She stood nervously; I knew all girls were trained to kneel in the presence of a Master or Mistress, which is why I was having her stand. She tried to keep her movements in check but I noticed the nervous fidget as I sipped in my drink and drank in her body. The way she wanted to cover herself with her hands only to force them back into position…the way she slightly put her weight from one foot to another. She was so cute, that’s what attracted me to her in the first place. She seemed so out of place there. Yes, she was a slave and was going to remain one.
“My rules are simple. Obey and you might find life very pleasant. Disobey and find life difficult. For example you may kneel now.”
She went down, trying to be graceful for me but not fully succeeding. It would come with time and practice. She kept her back straight and settled on her knees and legs, she opened her legs slightly and with a movement of my hand she opened them wider still.
“What are you?” I asked.
“A slave, Master.” Emma said and started into the slave paces, sayings designed to remind her of exactly what her position in our society was. Servant and animal, she had no name. She had no rights, no recourse. Her very life depended upon my good graces.
I smiled at her. “That’s very good Emma…next time however wait for me to ask the question.” For a second I saw fear In her face but my chuckle seemed to put her at ease…she even managed a nervous smile.
I finished my drink…and indicated she should get me another with a nod of my head. “Whiskey with ice.” I told her and then went to a chair to sit. She rose trying to keep looking graceful and tripped a bit on the chains that bound her. Again a moment of horror crossed her face, and I had a feeling that she was often smacked about by the slavers for her awkwardness. I was finding it somewhat endearing.
There were three bottles of whiskey on the table and she placed ice in the glass that I had been using, then reached for the bottle on the left side. “Good,” I told her “nice to see you were paying attention.”
She finished pouring the whiskey, swirling the ice around in the glass as I did when I first poured my drink and caught my smile out of the corner of her eye. I noticed a small smile cross her lips with the understanding that so far that I was pleased with her.
She came to me and holding the glass steadily in two hands, knelt. “Your drink Master.” She said plainly.
I didn’t take it but opened her legs slightly with my boot. I stood then, undressing with my back to her…she understood what would happen, that was part of being a slave. I took the drink from her hands.
She leaned forward tentatively ….”Not yet.”
“Stand up.”
She rose and I drank a bit of whiskey.
“Your paperwork stated that you are a virgin, is this correct?”
Emma looked down to the ground and bit her small ruby red lower lip. “Not exactly Master” she stated.
“Not exactly? “ I stated, somewhat amused by that. “The slavers used you did they?”
“Not in that way.” She simply stated. “A girl learns at a very early age other ways to please a man Master. Ways that men seem to enjoy.” Her voice trailed off and she raised her head slightly as that to see my reaction. I merely smiled and continued to watch her for a moment, drinking silently.
She was so young, I was old enough to be her father…and I did indeed have a young son that was probably close to her age.
I took an ice cube from my glass and reached out, running in the cube between her breasts. Emma’s skin was slightly freckled, the line lining between her two breasts like the spots of a leopard, that and the sadness that seemed to surround her at the auction house is what attracted me to her. She gasped.
“Please Master, don’t.”
I didn’t, but instead asked her…”What are you?”
“A slave, Master.”
“And what is a slave?”
“A slave is a Human Animal Master.” She continued. “A slave is property.”
“And what are you?” I asked again.
“Property, Master”…she appeared as if she was going to cry.
“And who do you belong to?”
She was lightly sobbing now, shaking…”To you.”
“Do you have rights? Do you have recourse?”
“No Master.”
She sobbed now…it was a deep sob as if the fullness of her fate was finally being understood. I waited a moment, letting her regain her composure for a moment.
“Why is that Emma?”
She looked up at me for a moment and through the brown green eyes filled with tears I saw a bit of resolve. “Because…because” she whispered…..”I am a slave, property. I am an animal.”
“Should I whip you Emma?”
A look of horror came across her face and she shook her head NO! NO!
“Good,” I simply stated, “I’ve no wish to harm you. I’ve no wish to hurt you.” I put the glass down then with a quick move grabbed her by her reddish hair and pulled back hard, forcing her head up. She let out an involuntary gasp.
“Never tell me “don’t” again.”
She nodded a flash of fear in her eyes. I released her, having accomplished what I wanted.
“Now….” I cupped a small breast. Emma was short, only coming up to my shoulders and was a slight build…her small roundish breasts fit comfortably in my hand “Emma, I’m going to take you virginity.”
She simply nodded again.
“I will be gentle.” I told her. I would be kind and take her pleasure into consideration I whispered into her ear as I started to kiss her. It would also be best that she concentrated on the good feelings and pleasure that I gave to her.
I reached into the glass and took another ice cube out, running it over her labia lips and then pushing it gently into her. I watched her face, her eyes closed. She shivered involuntary…either from what I was doing or from the ice. It didn’t matter.
I kissed her neck…I bit her ear slightly, watching her reactions. “Give into the pleasure.” I whispered as my fingers rubbed her little button. She still had a tuft of reddish brown hair, probably left by the slavers to show the red hair was not due to a dye.
She shivered again…her eyes still shut. “Please” she barely whispered.
I lowered my head to her left breast and suckled the round little nipple, it became hard under my tongue, and a soft moan emerged. Again I watched her, I could see the pained look on her face as her body reacted to my movement….I knew that look. I’ve been with enough slaves…and the body doesn’t understand what is occurring; only that something feels good. I lowered her to the couch.
I kissed her mouth now, and she returned it slightly. The kiss was without passion but was returned. I kissed the freckles running down her breast then down across her belly, lower still and lower still.
Her hand grasp mine as my breath grazed her clit, “Please” she barely whimpered. I kissed and probed, being gentle and trying to pleasure the body. I may not win her mind, I knew that…but part of owning a girl, of getting the best service out of a girl…was to pleasure her.
With a simple press of my mouth against her clit, her body bucked and I heard another cry. This one was not like the other cry. This one was a little different.
I spent the better part of an half hour teasing her, kissing and caressing that small body. I kissed her jugular, I watched her body…slight movements, the way certain parts relaxed, the fists her hands made at the beginning was opening, relaxing…she started to give into the pleasure.
“Emma, open your eyes.”
She did then, her brown green eyes were soft, glazed over slightly, red with some tears that she had cried. I could see the confusion in them.
“Mount me Emma.”
“Yes Master” she whimpered.
She sat up now and worked her way towards me…then lowered herself on to me. I expected her to cry out, to tear up but instead her face was relaxed and her body waited a second or two as I filled her. She gasped.
I locked her in my embrace and whispered into her ear “Set the pace when you’re ready Emma.”
Her eyes seemed hazy but then she started to move; unsurely at first as she grew used to the sensation of having a man inside her. I watched her round pretty face as she found a pace that worked for her; I locked my hands about her thighs to balance her as the pace quickened somewhat.
“That’s a good girl Emma”
She groaned slightly then moved slightly…and it hit her in a special place, again her body shook involuntary and she quickened the pace, I felt her body tense as the low guttural moan filled the room. She collapsed forward onto me, breathing heavily.
I wasn’t expecting that but let her catch her breath…then after a moment or two I held her on me and stroked deep and hard, hoping to give her another orgasm but the timing or speed was wrong. We would work on that.
She started crying.
"I am a slave." she stated.
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