My Chastisement

I had no idea how livid my Master would be over the thrall’s use of my body, and mine of his. Once more I lied about what had happened to cover my ass. It was the first time I told him a bold face lie, but he knows me well enough, and seen straight through my lack of disclosure of the full truth.

I was slapped repeatedly across my face, and told that I would no longer be his en’girl. He told me that he was going to put a coin box around my neck, and when I no longer made coin for him I would be sold. Sold! The threat cut me to the bone, and I wept hysterically. Sasha was there, and tried to comfort me, but I was inconsolable. He was furious that I had brought dishonor to his collar by allowing a thrall to touch me. In the end, after an ahn of my pleading, and accusing him of never loving me, he relented. I would remain his en’safora, but I would be punished for what I had done.

I was prepared for my chastisement, a whipping at his hands is the least I deserved, but my Master can be a brutal man. He is the epitome of wolf in sheep’s clothing. At first I thought he may have forgotten about the punishment for it had been over a hand since his threats, but I was sadly mistaken. First he let me know just how much he owned me, and just exactly why I am so addicted to him. The man simply knows how to make the ground seem like it has disappeared from beneath your feet. Yet, in the end, he reduced me to an animal, and humiliated me.

I thought he was finished with me, but he wasn’t. Walking away from me in the garden, as I lay in a quivering mass of flesh, he told me to follow him. Once in the kitchen he continued to treat me like an animal, making me drink from a saucer. From there he led me down to the cellar. I have been in that room dozens of times, and I am ashamed to say it is one of my favorite rooms in the house, but this night it would become part of my nightmare.

As soon as we were in the room he grabbed me by my hair and threw me against a cement wall, then swiftly chained me to it. I was whipped, and stepped upon. I could tell something in him had changed. I have never seen him like that before. Up until that point I had been able to endure what he had done to me, albeit humiliated, I was still attacked mentally. He then unchained me and dragged me to his table of torture. I was forced to kneel upon it, and he bound my wrists so I couldn’t move.

“You will be my liar until either you or I am called to the city of dust!”

He hissed his words at me. He berated me, and told me how I would remember who I belonged to, and that I was going to be shown what would have been done to me he if had made me a coin slut. His rape of me was brutal, and no matter how much I begged for him to stop, he did not. I was given no quarter.

What he did that night, let me remember why I fell in love with him, and then reminded me of how he could make me hate him, and through that range of emotions, he would always own me. For the first time he had broken me just as Master Agrippa did. Now I fear him, just as I feared Master Agrippa after he branded me, but this time I have no one to turn to, no one to fix what he had broken; my spirit.

I have been hiding from him. I know him; he will seduce me into his world again. He will whisper sweet nothings into my ear, and I will yield to him. Even, after all he has done to me, I am still addicted to him, I still....love him.

A Thrall's Reward

When I saw the male in chains it certainly got my attention. It took two to three men to keep him under control. I have always been seduced by power, but his was a different sort of power. It was a raw strength that I have never witnessed before. Then again, I had laid eyes on a fighting slave before, but never a champion, as I later learned that he was.

His owner, a Mistress I have never seen before, stopped and spoke with me when I asked her a question. I had asked if he bit, and her reply to me, “Only if you want him to, slave.” I was eating a larma and I ventured close enough to stretch my arm out, the larma very close to his lips. He snapped at it, tearing off a hunk of the fruit, and his handlers had to pull him back. When he struggled with the chains I became intensely aware of every muscle in his body as they flexed and bulged beneath his taut flesh.

I decided in an instant that I wanted him. I turned to his Mistress and begged that she give me to him. Why she agreed, I’ll never know. Perhaps it was for her own amusement. She chuckled lightly and warned me that he was a thrall, and would not be gentle. When had any man ever been gentle with me, and when had I ever not liked it. I, to some degree, have always liked pain. Pain lets me know that I am alive.

Being that we were in the Western District, it was easy to find an abandoned building. There were huge windows, most broken, that allowed the three moon’s lights to spill through. The Mistress sent her guards out to fetch a chair for her and a blanket for the thrall and myself. When he was released he stalked over to me. I was kneeling on the blanket and he reached down and drew me up to my feet by my neck. I could smell his scent; it was of sandalwood and sweat. The kiss he gave me was savage, and intoxicating.

The thrall made use of me for what seemed like hours. My back and ass, which was against the wall, has the marks to prove it. He was not gentle, he bit me several times, and I bit back. We were like two wild beasts lost in lust. He made me yield to him over and over, his stamina was absolutely mind blowing, but then again, he is a fighter.

When he was done the Mistress and her guards returned. She had left his handlers to stand guard. The only time they looked in on us was when they heard my screams. I was taken aback at how the thrall caressed my face afterwards, and then he uttered one word to me...

“Beautiful.”

I don’t think I will ever forget the thrall I only know as No Name.
He is a slave like me, but there is nothing submissive about him.
He is a fighter, a man, and that night, a Master of my body.