Srp - Gor

[PhoenixPrime01]

The two Gorean slaves:

OOC: A wee aside. *wicked grin* Chamber pots were also called Thunder Mugs and were kept under beds before flush toilets for use in the night when it was inconvienent to use an outhouse. *chuckles* No dinnerware to wash.

IC:

They work diligently and instruct you in what must be done. Breaks are taken and they both try to converse with you and to teach you the language by pointing at things and naming them.

Both wish to touch you and feel your skin and hair, as well as your hairless pussy, which is as cleanly shaven as theirs. Their touches are light, but when one then the other touches your pussy it sparks your arousal.

They both smile and by gesture, holding up your red loin cloth and using Gorean words get across to you that your responsiveness shows you're truly a pleasure slave. They both show you that they too are red silk and pleasure slaves.

You three finally complete your task and they show you where to wash. Then, arms loaded and making several trips, all of the Chamber Pots are placed under beds in the sleeping areas, other than the slave pens and cages.

Your led to the dining area and eat well. It's basic meat and vegetables with watered juice to drink. During the meal they continue to point out things and teach, as well as introduce you to the other slaves that they know around you. You soon learn that most don't have names as yet so refer to each other as "sister". Perhaps sisters in their mutual slavery.

 

[spiritual_love]

Myla

OOC: ewwww...yucky!!!..LOL

IC:
Myla was feeling so uncomfortable in the presence of the girls. They had touched her in the most private of places. Even though it had been arousing. Myla wished that they hadn't know. They had even gone as far to point to their red cloths, noting that they were the same as her.

That made her blush to no end. She could still feel her juices churning inside. She couldn't understand why her body was reacting like this. Why did she feel so overwhelming.....sexual??? It was as if everything was akin to sex???

Myla listened to the girls chatter as they ate their meal. The spoke within Gorean but took time to try to help Myla understand. Myla sighed with frustration when she couldn't get with they meant. The girls just patted her arm as if to comfort her.

They other slaves joined them every so often. Myla looked over each. Envious that they had quite possibly been with him. Myla looked at herself in the reflection in the crude slave cup.

I guess I'll have to get used to sharing.

She looked towards the door expectantly, no longer desiring to be with the girls. She wanted to be in his presence.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Storm & Rafe:

As you sit listening and actually beginning to figure out, in a general way, some of the things being discussed, a hush falls over all of those present.

All of them bow their heads to the floor after a quick glance behind you. When you look you see Storm standing in the doorway. Recalling that she is the Head Trainer you understand why they are bowing and join them.

Storm strides over and stands with her feet adjacent to your head. "Kiss and lick my feet slave. Show the proper respect as a slave will always do in the presence of a Master, Mistress or any, but a slave like yourself.
"Then Master has sent me to fetch you slave. I believe he has some training in mind for you," she finishes with a low chuckle.

 

[spiritual_love]

Myla

Myla lowers her head, still feeling such contempt for Storm. She has to force herself to lower her head to her. It would be so much easier if it were him. Sighing softly, she listens as Storm speaks.

"Kiss and lick my feet slave. Show the proper respect as a slave will always do in the presence of a Master, Mistress or any, but a slave like yourself.
"Then Master has sent me to fetch you slave. I believe he has some training in mind for you."

Myla feels her throat constrict at Storm's words. The fury boiling beneath her skin remains in check as she fights to bring herself closer to Storms slender feet. She closes her eyes tightly, lips pressing the slightest kiss upon the top of her foot. Biting at her tongue as she moves back into place, wanting to forget her lips touched the girl and eagerly waiting to be delivered to him.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Storm:

There is a definite pause as if Storm is waiting for something. Then there is a hissing sound above you that culminates in a *Splat* as the tails of the slave whip strike and wrap around your bent and raised ass cheeks.

The seven 'blades' or tails of the flogger strike and wrap themselves around your cheeks from top to bottom and one even intrudes into and kisses the cleft of your ass.

The tips of the tails land on the tender under parts of both cheeks and the end of one that entered your cleft strikes on that oh so tender area between anus and cunt.

As you feel the burning pain filling you Storm hisses, "Slave, I said 'kiss and lick'. I am waiting slave. Don't try my patience."

 

[spiritual_love]

Myla

Before her mind had time to register the pain of the first lay of the whip, Storm expertly handed another swift blow upon Myla's body. Her curvaceous form twisted in the blaze of heat that covered her. Her sweet, wet mouth opened with cries that bordered on anguish. She felt where the tails of the whip had kissed her perineum causing her body to vibrate with a strange feelings. Myla couldn't believe that the those feelings were quite akin to arousal. The honeyed slit of her sex had begun to weep as she writhed on the floor, trying to deal with the streaks of pain and pleasure working through her body.

"Slave, I said 'kiss and lick'. I am waiting slave. Don't try my patience."

Myla wanted nothing more than to sweep this ignorant girl off her feet and lay into her with the whip. She wanted to hurt her so badly, but was resigned to do as she commanded. At least for the moment....

Myla leans forth within her kneel, a bit terrifed that Storm would allow the whip to bless her again with its bite. Her pink, little tongue slips out over the girl's bare foot, licking slowly, leaving the faintest hint of her saliva along a crooked path to her toes. Myla's lips purse together as she adorns each toe with her gracious kisses. She suddenly shudders as Storm draws the whip's tails over her back and her rounded ass, just to ensure that she does realize that it can be used at any moment.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Storm:

"Better slave. Much better and two more lessons learned.
"First, you now know the proper way to greet a Master or Mistress.
"Second, you have felt the bite of the slave whip and now you feel it's caresses. Now you know it can bring pleasure as well as pain and you haven't begun to receive as much of either as it's capable of giving you.
"Now, slave, on all fours. You will crawl beside me like a good bitch, slave would her Master or Mistress if that was their desire.
"Do well and you will feel the caresses. Do poorly and you will feel it's bite again.
"Head up, ass up. Legs apart so you may be clearly viewed by any wishing to look. Arms shoulder width apart so any wishing may watch your dangling breasts as they move while you crawl.
"Now, heel slave."

Storm turns and walks slowly toward the door with you crawling as instructed. The 'blades' of the slave whip slide and glide over your back and ass. They tickle up and down the cleft of your buttocks and over the tightly puckered hole.

 

[spiritual_love]

Myla

Myla listens as Storm speaks to her. For once, she doesn't think of attacking the girl, but she thinks of what she must do when she enters his presence. Her heart begins to beat wildly as she realizes that she will be submitting to him completely with the simple gesture. It frightened her, yet drew her into such a state of sexual exhilaration, she couldn't wait to be in his presence.

She crawled along as instructed. Her shapely ass tilted high into the air, giving any a view of the tails of the whipe caressing the puckered entrance. Her pussy was glistening with the collection of her dew there. Her reddened, achinf clit had push away the hood the normally covered it. Her thickened nipples pointedly downwards from the heavy globes swinging as she moved. The whip was agonizing thrill. It created such a burning fire within her, she found herself wishing for its greater bite, administered by him, of course.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Storm and Rafe:

Storm:
I walk along trailing the tails over the slave's naked back and ass, between her thighs and into her ass cleft as her cheeks lift and drop as she crawls beside me.

I can smell her arousal and know that Master has a hot new slave to train and enjoy. I just hope that he doesn't neglect me.

We reach the door to the arms training room. I open it and the sound of steel on steel rings through the door into the hall.

"Inside slave and take the proper fully displayed position along the wall just inside. Remain quiet until your summoned."

When she's obeyed I close the door and go about my duties.

Rafe:

I'm deeply engrossed in my training session, but not so engrossed I fail to note the door opening. To miss something like that could be fatal. However, when I see Storm and the slave in the doorway I return to matching blades with the two 'opponents' I'm working out with today.
The blades are blunt and with rounded tips, but still can break bones if used carelessly and hurt either way if you're struck.
We continue for another half hour or so as she kneels quietly waiting. I'm drenched in sweat, as are the other two. My muscles ache showing me that I've not stinted in my training, as to the fresh welts and bruises showing where I'd been struck as we fought.
At last I call the session. I clap both on the shoulder and shake their hands, gripping wrists in Gorean fashion.
Then I turn to the slave and say, "There's a pitcher of chilled beer on the table in the corner slave. Bring three mugs. Now please."

 

[spiritual_love]

Myla

"Inside slave and take the proper fully displayed position along the wall just inside. Remain quiet until your summoned."

Following Storm's directions, Myla crawls over to the wall. Her feet touch the edge as she kneels quietly. Her motions silent, causing no disturbance to the two before her. Her slender thighs spread apart, exposing the creamy perfection of her blossoming sex. Her hands rest upright, palms exposed in a sign of surrender on her rounded knees. Her head lifted high, revealing the curve of her neck. Breasts thrust forward, nipples beckoning for his pinches and torture as the tip tightened. Obediently, Myla holds herself still, until she hears his beautifully, coarse voice.

"There's a pitcher of chilled beer on the table in the corner slave. Bring three mugs. Now please."

Myla almost scowls as he orders her to serve. This is not what she wanted...but she decided it would bring her closer to him and so she rose. Gracefully, she strode to the corner table. Aware of the eyes upon her naked form. She was a bit nervous from that penetrating gaze of his. If she messed up now, there would be consequences to pay. The thought of his punishment revolted her. She didn't want it anymore.

Carefully, Myla set three mugs upon a small tray resting on the table. With both hands she grasped the jug of chilled beer and filled each of the man sized mugs with generous portions for the trio. She takes a very deep breath as she grips the handles of the tray, holding the edge against the lush flesh of her stomach. With slow steps she carries her bare self to each man, offering drinks to his guests first and then serving him. Returning the tray to the table, she hears the muffled voices of the men. Unable to understand the foreign language very well, she returns to him.

Lowering to the ground near to his feet, she kneels quietly. Remembering suddenly, Myla's soft, wet lips press the lightest of devoted kisses to his boot.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Rafe:

"Well done slave. You've been attentive to your lessons, but there was a small thing left out. On your feet and I will show you so that you'll know the next time.
"I realize that is your first time serving a Master so there will be no punishment for the omission."

After you're standing again I take my mug and turn it as I press it to one of your lush breasts. It's done until the mug makes a full circle.

"That is done each time to be sure that there are no nicks or chips that could cut a Master's lip.
"However, I prefer my mug or glass to be check this way."

This time I bend a bit and roll the rim in a circle between your engorged pussy lips and on your clit leaving a glistening trail around the rim.

"I, personally, like mine to be checked and at the same time flavored with a slave's juices. I find it gives my drink a nice added taste.
"Is that clear slave? If so you may kneel again in a full display position, hands behind your neck."

I begin talking to the two men as we watch you. I've obviously described to them what I just told you for one extends his mug to be before you can assume the instructed position.

 

[spiritual_love]

Myla

Myla merely whispered, "Yes, Master." as he explained what he desired of her.

Within she was so embarrassed before the three. She couldn't believe what he wanted her to do. The edge of the mug along her breast, or rather her pussy!! It was so humiliating to have to move the inanimate object upon her secret places within their view and to have to leave her juices upon Master's mug! That was uncomprehensible, but it was what he desired, so it must be done.

Just as Myla was thankful that it was over, she noticed one of the men extending his mug to her.

Oh no, she thought.

Her hands cupped the mug gently, drawing it down her body. Quietly, she cradled it to her breast. Eyes closed not wanting to watch herself perform this act for him. The beer dripped against her taut nipple, causing it to further crinkle with the chilled touch. She drew the edge around in a circle, finding it to be perfect. Silently, she lifted the tested mug to Master's guest.

Blushing she lifted her hands and rested the against the back of her neck. Her breasts lifted higher with the position, her thighs had remained flared apart, keeping the view of her pulsing sex open for the men.

Myla didn't understand what had happened to her.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Rafe:

"Well done slave *low chuckles* and that flush on your face and breasts is most becoming."

Leaning forward my lips close around your "foamy" areolea and nipple and I suck, suck it hard as I gently bite and lick.

The two men laugh quietly at your reaction to this attention and as I stand again I join them as I look at you with a, could it be tender, smile.

I speak with them again after you've knelt as instructed earlier at my feet. It seems that we're discussing the sparring match as swords are lifted, teaching the word for them, and we seem to be discussing attacks and parries.

I sword is placed in its scabbard and my now drained mug is handed to one of the men. My hand grips your long hair and uses it to urge you to your feet.

When you are standing straight again I keep just enough pressure on your hair to ensure your head stays up and wait until you realize that you're to lower your eyes as you're in the presence of a Master.

Then, using pressure on your bare back but maintaining the slight pull on your hair, we leave the men behind and exit the sparring room.

"I hear you did very well today slave. That pleased me. However, I also see that your ass bears the marks of having recently felt the slave whip. Explain why so I may decide if you need further punishment or if what you've already received will be enough."

As I've been speaking we're walking in, what you are fairly sure is, the direction of my rooms.

 

[spiritual_love]

He had managed to embarrass her thoroughly, yet make her desire for him grow another notch. Her nipple stood up as if it were still being suckled dry of the beer which had dampened it. Her scalp was burning delicoiusly from his continous pull upon her tresses, using it as a leash to lead her around. The floor moves quickly beneath her downcast eyes, unable to see far enough ahead to know where they are headed.

"I hear you did very well today slave. That pleased me. However, I also see that your ass bears the marks of having recently felt the slave whip. Explain why so I may decide if you need further punishment or if what you've already received will be enough."

His words shock Myla. She didn't think he would ask about it, besides it was just a little act. She purses her lips together, beginning to steam at Storm, knowing that the girl told him.

"I...I....." she stutters as she struggles to speak, "I didn't kiss her feet well enough the first time. I didn't want to kiss them, but I did correct myself...well...after she struck me, Master."

Myla takes a deep breath as she finishes her words. She shudders lightly unable to judge his reaction.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Rafe:

" 'Her feet'? Whose feet slave and did she give you adequate instructions? Did you know what was expected of you?"

Now you do recognize where we are, two more turns and we'll be at my rooms. The tension on your hair remains the same but my tone of voice has hardened... just a bit.

 

[spiritual_love]

Oh...We are near his rooms!

Myla thoughts begin to scramble, just as her heart has also kicked into overdrive. She felt like a child on Christmas day. Her excitement was immeasurable, how she wanted his touch again! Myla had failed to notice that his voice had hardened at her explanation.

"yes, Master. Her feet, she wanted me to kiss and lick her feet. I placed just a small kiss upon them at first, and she wasn't satisifed." Myla speaks softly, her eyes growing wider as they head into the final turns to his quarters.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Rafe:

Voice still colder, "Slave pay attention to what I'm asking you. Less will mean punishment at any time with any Master.
One more time slave.
'Her feet?'
Were you instructed to do more than a small kiss when you were told it was expected?"

 

[spiritual_love]

Myla's body stiffens slightly as he speaks. Her eyes close as she remember what Storm said, but she truly doesn't want to tell him. Punishment is not what she had in mind, even though a few stings of a whipe would certainly be welcomed during play.

Sighing heavily, Myla's voice ushers forth softly, tinged with her sorrow that she does have to say it.

"She demanded that I kiss and lick, Master."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Rafe:

I bring you to a dead stop with a sharp pull on your hair. My free hand grips your chin and turns you to face me. Your eyes meet mine and you stand as still as a statue as I speak with a growl in my voice.

"By the Priest Kings slave, are you that dense?
Who are you talking about slave? That's what I've been asking you dense slave. It could be anyone in the Compound who has more status than you do.
You were told to do both and didn't? Why? How many lashes of the slave whip were you given for disobeying slave?"

 

[spiritual_love]

Myla sensed weariness in his voice, the anger building. She realized she had been rambling and not minding him at all. Instantly she begin to fidget, shifting as she stood.

"Storm, Master. Storm requested it of me."
Myla pauses befor continuing wondering if she should tell me the truth. Her eyes boldly look to him, assessing his anger with her.

Oh well...I guess I'm already in the doghouse with him.

Her sighs come heavy as she speaks gently.
"I just didn't want to kiss and lick....her feet, Master. I would prefer to do that with only you." Trying to speak quickly, as she wonders what made her state her preference, when it truly doesn't matter anymore.
"It was only one lash, Master. I corrected my behavior quickly. Please forgive me for not obeying her immediately."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Rafe:

"You are a slave. You will do that to all Masters, Mistresses, Free Women and Men and those above you. I imagine Storm told you that too.
One lash is insufficient for disobeying slave. In my rooms you will receive 5 more by my hand.
When I've finished administering them you will kiss the whip and thank it for punishing you. Then you will thank me to teaching you to be a better slave.
Now slave, you will crawl before me to my rooms.
On all fours slave and crawl as I've taught you."

You hair and chin are released and I stand waiting for you to obey and lead the way.

 

[spiritual_love]

Her mind was throbbing with the words he had spoken.

....One lash is insufficient for disobeying slave. In my rooms you will receive 5 more by my hand...."

Myla couldn't believe she had told him what she had done. Why the hell was she being so honest! Well, quite possibly because Storm would have told him anyway. So there was really no escaping in this place.

Myla sighed deeply at the predicament she had placed herself within. She was going to feel his punishment again. It chilled her to the bone. She had wanted pleasure. Nothing more than to give herself to him, to experience the delights that he surely could cultivate. But here she was, once again, having been disobedient and facing the consequences.

Myla quickly falls to her hands and feet, keeping the luscious curve of her high ass lifted. Her shapely, bronzed legs apart so that her wet puss can be viewed by any wanting to see. Breasts swinging like generous fleshy pendulums beckoned for the touch of her Master.

She whimpered softly as she crawled to the entrance of the rooms. Her body was tensing, already feeling the punishment that was to occur. She turned her body towards him, blinking rapidly, wishing to appeal to his good graces, she thrust herself at his feet, kneeling deeply.

"Master...please forgive me. Please, I will not allow it to happen again. I will follow every order from Storm to the letter. Please, Master."

Her begging voice breaks the silence of the air around them. Saliva dampened lips fall upon his feet, feverishly applying devoted kisses upon them.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Rafe:

When I walk into the room I don't pay attention as you assume your display position. Instead I walk to a chest, open it and take out something. It's in my hand but you can't see what it is as I turn and walk back to you again.

I listen quietly as you plead your case and make your promise. I watch as you kiss my feet fervently.

"I wish it was possible not to punish, but if I did I would be a poor Master. Being less that as perfect as you can be requires punishment slave.
Also it's not just my feet or Storm's that you will kiss and lick as a sign of your submission. It's the feet of any free person, or any above you in status. Remember that slave.
Now on your feet, face me and since it was your tongue that didn't do as it should extend it as far from your mouth as you can slave, for that's where you will be punished."

 

[spiritual_love]

Myla

Myla heard what he said but she didn't quite comprehend what he meant.

Her tongue? How was he to punish her tongue?

Confusion muffled her mind as she slid her tongue out of the confine of her mouth.

What did he have in his hand? What could her possibly do to my tongue?

As her thoughts raged through her mind, she felt a tremor of fear slip upon the dipped curve of her spine. She remained with her legs spread apart wide, hands positioned along her thighs holding her body open and her mouth open for him.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Rafe:

When you're tongue is fully extended my hand rises to where you can see it. As I turn it over you see it's cupping to long, slender sticks (think chop sticks) and two pieces of cord.

One is placed behind your lower lip against your lower teeth and the other in the same place on top of your tongue.

"Don't let one fall slave or you'll be sorry."

A piece of string ties two ends together tightly. Then I make a loop in the other piece of string, slip it over the other two ends and pull tight before tieing it off too.

The thin wood digs into your tongue so it can't slip. The ends extend past your lips so there's no pulling your tongue into your mouth.

"Now slave strip yourself and then undress me. It's time for you to bathe me."

The pressure remains constant, but the end of your tongue past the sticks begins to swell uncomfortably and you find it hard to swallow. As a result you're beginning to drool. The saliva slowly trickles down your chin and drips onto your tits as you begin to obey.