Slaves Request

I nod. I won’t ever forget this lesson. We return to the dining area. I squirm a little in my chair my bum still stinging. I glance up and my sisters suddenly find more interesting things to focus on. I realized they could hear my spanking. I hang my head even lower embarrassed.

Jarl Veston stands. “Well I must be off. Good breakfast girls.” Shortly after Mistress Shyra follows also going to work.

“Okay so what did Severen do,” Master Azyon asks.

Master Arik looks at me. I glance up at Master Azyon, “I thought to be in control of my Master.”

Master Azyon stares at me for a long moment before he nods. “Then he did well to teach you a lesson.” I nod. “Well I must go to work. Come on Nicolas I’ll take you to school.” Master Nicolas went to college nearby. They both rise and leave.

Alison, Myra, Azya, and I start to clean up the table and the kitchen. Myra cleaned the table of trash, I washed the dishes, Azya dried them, and Alison swept the floor in the dining area. After a few minutes both the dining area and the kitchen were clean. Alison excused me from the day’s chores so I could go to my Master. I hugged her and all my sisters before running to the bedroom.

Master Arik was sitting at the desk surfing the internet. When I entered he turned it off. “Where would you like to go?”

“How about the Mess Hall?” I hadn’t been there since our first night here.

“Alright,” Master Arik states. He leads me out of the home and the few blocks to the mess hall.

“How are you doing here?”

“I’m learning your life, but I like it.”

“And the other girls?”

“Alison can sometimes be hard, but I understand as first girl she has to be. I love them all. We get along fine.”

“Good. You’re learning your place nicely.” I blush at his compliment taking pride at his words. “I have a surprise for you.”

My eyes light up with wonder. “Really? What is it?”

He chuckles. “It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you would it. But first…” He opens the mess hall door and beckons me to enter.

We enter and he leads me to a small table and sits on a plush cushion. He pulls me onto his lap and nuzzles my neck. I close my eyes regaling in the feeling of his breath on my sensitive neck. I mew and leaned my head giving him more access.

“May I get you and your girl anything Master Arik,” Solila asks.

“Two cold ales,” he answers.

“Solila,” I exclaim having to wait until after my Master answered her. “How have you been?”

She smiles at me, but it slowly dies as the door is open and Gregory walks in. “Been better,” she quickly replies before she hurries to the bar to get my Master’s order.

“Master is there really nothing we can do for her?”

Master Arik shakes head.

“Can we take her?”

“What do you mean, Severen?”

“Can you collar her? Like you did me?”

“You’ll share me?”

I blink at him. I hadn’t thought about it like that. I didn’t want to share my Master’s love or attention and I definitely didn’t want to share his body. He couldn’t collar Solila without also giving her what he gives me. He was my master and I didn’t want to be jealous if he liked her doing something more or not.

“Your ale Master Arik, sis Severen.”

Those words are what clenched it for me. If she didn’t call me sis I probably would have said no, but since she reminded me that were all sisters in training and if I could save her from a bad thing I should. She would do the same for me I was sure of it.

“Yes, Master I would.”

Solila made to rise, but Master Arik stopped her. “Solila are you happy here?”

“SOLILA,” Gregory yelled from across the room.

Solila shook her head.

“Do you want to come with us?”

“You’re asking me Master Arik?”

“Are you questioning me, Solila?”

“No Master, just taken aback.”

“Then answer my question.”

“SOLILA, I’M THIRSTY … AND HORNY,” Gregory taunted her and some of the patrons laughed.

Solila shuddered at the thought of having to be that asshole’s pleasure one more time. “Yes, please take me with you,” she begged.

My Master grins. “I find it easier when the girl is willing.” I blush at his comment as he gently pushes me to the side. He stands up and Solila stays kneeling. My Master reaches into his pocket and pulls out a collar. “I wasn’t expecting this and this is just something I had in my pocket. You’ll have a better one when we get home.”

“No,” came Gregory’s booming voice and I can hear him thundering up to us.

Master Arik clamps it around her neck and pulls her to her feet. He kisses her deeply and steps away just as Gregory stops.

“You fucking asshole,” Gregory yells at my Master. “First you bring home this caramel cookie and won’t share and then you take the only real good candy in this place.”

“You mean the only girl who will sleep with you and even she didn’t want to do that,” My Master countered.

Gregory eyes narrow, but Solila is smiling at me. I hug her close to me positive we’re doing the right thing. My Master puts one hand on my back and the other on Solila’s as he guides us out the mess hall and into open air.

“I guess that means I have a surprise for the both of you.”

I glance at my Master curiously, “are we going there now?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you,” Solila says as the tears slide down her cheeks. “I thought I was in hell. I was never going to have a Master. I knew it and then…” Solila can’t finish. She breaks into tears and my … no our Master wraps his arms around her soothing her. After a small while she stops and rubs at her face harshly.

“Sorry. I was just so desperate.”

“We understand, Solila,” Master Arik says.

“Solila, why wouldn’t you get a Master? You’re a beautiful girl.” And she was. Her skin was tanned, but lighter than my own natural honeyed complexion. She had long luxurious brown hair that touched her bum. I found I liked her eyes the best. They were a deep green with tiny golden flecks in them.

“Because I’m a whore.”

“What?”

“That’s what that inn turned me into. Any man who paid the Mess hall keeper could pay to fuck me and I went along with it thinking that if I was good they would want to keep me. No one ever did.”

“Oh Solila.” I wrapped my arms around her. I knew how it felt to want a Master so badly you would do just about anything. To want no need to be dominated, to have that person that you can trust completely and wholly. It wasn’t a want it was a need, a craving. This wasn’t just a lifestyle, but a way of life.

I had always been into BDSM ever since I found out about it at the age of 14. I read so much, but no one would touch me, because I was too young. When I finally turned 18 I could only find wannabes. Luckily I found my first Master after 8 hard months.

As we were talking Master Arik was guiding us down the road, so when he told us to stop I was baffled as we stared at a house I haven’t been to before. I looked at him wondering what kind of surprise this could be. I had already met his parents.

“This is our home. I bought it. It’s where you,” Arik pointed to Solila and I,” and I will stay.”

My eyes lit up. I rushed up the walk way and opened the door. The house was sparsely furnished with 2 bedrooms. There was a Master bedroom and a second smaller one.

“I have my own room,” I asked.

“You wish,” Master Arik snorted. “You, me, and Solila, will be staying in the Master bedroom. The second bedroom will be an office.”

Solila slowly entered tentatively. She closed the door and glanced around the room her eyes alight with wonder and amazement. My Master sat down on a couch, the only furniture in the living room.

“I never did thank you for collaring me Master Arik.”

“What are you talking about Solila,” I ask her. “You did I heard you.”

But that wasn’t what she was talking about. She lowered herself in front of Master Arik and she hesitantly reached for his pants. He didn’t stop her, but his lids did lower in heat. Solila slowly unzips his pants, something that I remembered doing just hours earlier. She unbuttons his pants and reaches into his pants. She glances back up at his face silently asking permission. He nods and she frees him from his confines.