PhoenixPrime01
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Ho Tu of the House of Rafe, Head Keeper:
OOC: I would like writer's to assume the roles of the staff of Rafe's House so if you'd be interested please PM me and let me know. We also need other residents for the city of Zarf. All of the various trades, various slaves, Free Women also. After all it's ‘fun' to capture, enslave and train a Free Woman you know. *lil grin*
IC:
Ho Tu watched as Master Rafe accepted delivery of his newest barbarian slave. One of those from that Urth place. He watched and smiled as he saw her defiance and shook his head when she was taught the error of her ways quickly and efficently.
Once Rafe has led her off to his quarters, I decide it's time to go to the Exotic's quarters for today is the day dejah-vu is to be given her dance test. If the passes then she'll move onto another part of her training. However, should she fail the test then she'll be punished, placed back in confinement so she can contemplate her failure and begin dance training again.
Each slave is given two chances to pass the various tests. If both are failed they're sold at a discount and the deficiency noted on their slave papers as the reason for the discount. Of course this means that they could be sold into less than desirable circumstances. Perhaps a field slave on a farm, a pot girl in an inn or a common kitchen slave in a better residence. None wish this so all strive mightily to pass that second test.
The exception is with the Exotics. They have been specially bred. They have physical attributes that other slave's don't possess. It's what they've been bred for naturally. Those special attributes is what makes them exotic.
Master Rafe doesn't have any with deformities or the like. Master Rafe's are special in that they have particular attributes as red silk or passion slaves, or perhaps are white silk and never even seen or heard of men. Things like that are the Exotics Rafe raises and trains for use or sale.
As I've been thinking I've walked to the kennels and find dejah in her cage. She'd been there, untouched and unable to touch herself for two weeks in preparation for this test. Her state of arousal would be great and should assist in her dance testing.
The door is opened. My hand reaches inside and grips her hair. Using it I lead her outside, crawling on her knees and whimpering. The whimpers as much in need as from crawling on the stone floor without the assistance of her hands.
"Heel slave," I say quietly. Her head moves to my hip, my hand still in her hair, and I lead her to the area where she'll be tested. Upon arrival I pull downward sharply and she immediately kneels in the posture of a pleasure slave. Back erect, head back but eyes lowered respectfully, legs widely parted to display her shaven pussy lips and the small tuft of trimmed hair at their apex, arms are crossed behind her back and her shoulders are drawn back to push out her breast and display them well to all caring to look.
"When the musicians arrive you may begin slave. I will be your sole judge. Dance to and for me slave and pray I find you acceptable. If I don't know that your punishment will be harsh indeed' however, if I do then you will not only pass this test you will also be used and perhaps permitted to release your need, just perhaps."
At my words she shuddered as she whispered very quietly, "Yes Master. As you command Master." then knelt quietly until the musicians were in place. I sat on a low couch and sipped watered wine as I waited. . . and watched her intently.
(To the readers... you've read the description of the dance above, as have I. *BS*)
I watched as she danced. I was entranced by her erotic and sensual movements and the obvious need she projected as she danced. Her breasts hardened as did her nipples in her need. Her pussy lips became wet and shined in the light coming through the high windows of the large room. Her quiet little moans and whimpers all signaled how badly she craved the use of a Master, how desperately she wanted and needed to release her slave passions and lust.
Her dance moved me as a slaves dance needs to always move and arouse a Master. I looked down at her as she "panting from the dance her body writhed in need though held in position at it's end the moments of silence were torture.. had the dance been good enough to please him. exposing her naked sex as pert breast rose and fell with heated breaths.. those eyes like watery pools shone in the light of the room... flicker of the velvet warm appendage of her tongue drawing salaciously over her satin tiers.. showing its slithering length so deviously tempting as slowly she drew rolling onto her bara... splayed of gold locks trickled over heated flesh in curtaining obscurity of every delicious facet... her eyes roamed over the nearly empty room"(spelling corrections mine*s*).
I watched her as she lay there on her belly her breasts flatten as she lay on them, her ankles crossed and wrists crossed behind her back awaiting binding should she have failed her test. Her golden hair was spread over her nakedness hiding and revealing at the same time in a very erotic manner.
"You've pleased me slave. Crawl to me on your belly like a snake would crawl. Come to be and beg for what it is that you need, no crave to the depths of your slave's being.
"Come to me now slave. A Master waits and that's not a good thing now is it?" I asked, the smile evident in my voice, at the question for we both knew the only acceptable reply.
OOC: I would like writer's to assume the roles of the staff of Rafe's House so if you'd be interested please PM me and let me know. We also need other residents for the city of Zarf. All of the various trades, various slaves, Free Women also. After all it's ‘fun' to capture, enslave and train a Free Woman you know. *lil grin*
IC:
Ho Tu watched as Master Rafe accepted delivery of his newest barbarian slave. One of those from that Urth place. He watched and smiled as he saw her defiance and shook his head when she was taught the error of her ways quickly and efficently.
Once Rafe has led her off to his quarters, I decide it's time to go to the Exotic's quarters for today is the day dejah-vu is to be given her dance test. If the passes then she'll move onto another part of her training. However, should she fail the test then she'll be punished, placed back in confinement so she can contemplate her failure and begin dance training again.
Each slave is given two chances to pass the various tests. If both are failed they're sold at a discount and the deficiency noted on their slave papers as the reason for the discount. Of course this means that they could be sold into less than desirable circumstances. Perhaps a field slave on a farm, a pot girl in an inn or a common kitchen slave in a better residence. None wish this so all strive mightily to pass that second test.
The exception is with the Exotics. They have been specially bred. They have physical attributes that other slave's don't possess. It's what they've been bred for naturally. Those special attributes is what makes them exotic.
Master Rafe doesn't have any with deformities or the like. Master Rafe's are special in that they have particular attributes as red silk or passion slaves, or perhaps are white silk and never even seen or heard of men. Things like that are the Exotics Rafe raises and trains for use or sale.
As I've been thinking I've walked to the kennels and find dejah in her cage. She'd been there, untouched and unable to touch herself for two weeks in preparation for this test. Her state of arousal would be great and should assist in her dance testing.
The door is opened. My hand reaches inside and grips her hair. Using it I lead her outside, crawling on her knees and whimpering. The whimpers as much in need as from crawling on the stone floor without the assistance of her hands.
"Heel slave," I say quietly. Her head moves to my hip, my hand still in her hair, and I lead her to the area where she'll be tested. Upon arrival I pull downward sharply and she immediately kneels in the posture of a pleasure slave. Back erect, head back but eyes lowered respectfully, legs widely parted to display her shaven pussy lips and the small tuft of trimmed hair at their apex, arms are crossed behind her back and her shoulders are drawn back to push out her breast and display them well to all caring to look.
"When the musicians arrive you may begin slave. I will be your sole judge. Dance to and for me slave and pray I find you acceptable. If I don't know that your punishment will be harsh indeed' however, if I do then you will not only pass this test you will also be used and perhaps permitted to release your need, just perhaps."
At my words she shuddered as she whispered very quietly, "Yes Master. As you command Master." then knelt quietly until the musicians were in place. I sat on a low couch and sipped watered wine as I waited. . . and watched her intently.
(To the readers... you've read the description of the dance above, as have I. *BS*)
I watched as she danced. I was entranced by her erotic and sensual movements and the obvious need she projected as she danced. Her breasts hardened as did her nipples in her need. Her pussy lips became wet and shined in the light coming through the high windows of the large room. Her quiet little moans and whimpers all signaled how badly she craved the use of a Master, how desperately she wanted and needed to release her slave passions and lust.
Her dance moved me as a slaves dance needs to always move and arouse a Master. I looked down at her as she "panting from the dance her body writhed in need though held in position at it's end the moments of silence were torture.. had the dance been good enough to please him. exposing her naked sex as pert breast rose and fell with heated breaths.. those eyes like watery pools shone in the light of the room... flicker of the velvet warm appendage of her tongue drawing salaciously over her satin tiers.. showing its slithering length so deviously tempting as slowly she drew rolling onto her bara... splayed of gold locks trickled over heated flesh in curtaining obscurity of every delicious facet... her eyes roamed over the nearly empty room"(spelling corrections mine*s*).
I watched her as she lay there on her belly her breasts flatten as she lay on them, her ankles crossed and wrists crossed behind her back awaiting binding should she have failed her test. Her golden hair was spread over her nakedness hiding and revealing at the same time in a very erotic manner.
"You've pleased me slave. Crawl to me on your belly like a snake would crawl. Come to be and beg for what it is that you need, no crave to the depths of your slave's being.
"Come to me now slave. A Master waits and that's not a good thing now is it?" I asked, the smile evident in my voice, at the question for we both knew the only acceptable reply.