I slipped down beside her, quickly, with my hands, checking that she had assumed the position to which I had ordered her.
As my hands touched her, she gasped with pleasure. She lifted her hands to put them about my neck but I pressed them away. Then she lay quietly beside me, her arms at her sides. Her breathing was deep.
'You are a new slave?' I asked.
'Yes,' she said.
I felt her throat.
'You wear no collar,' I said.
'Kenneth has not yet put me in a collar,' she said.
I felt her left thigh. Most girls are branded on the left thigh. Perhaps this is because most masters are right-handed. The brand, then, as one controls the slave, may be easily caressed. But her left thigh wore no brand. Her right thigh, too, as I soon noted, did not wear the slave mark, nor did her lower left abdomen. These are the three standard marking places, following the recommendations of Merchant Law, for the marking of Kajirae, with the left thigh being, in practice, the overwhelmingly favored brand site.
'You are not branded, are you?' I asked.
'Your hands,' she said, 'they are so possessive!'
'No,' I said, 'you are apparently not branded.'
'No,' she gasped, 'I am not branded!'
I had examined her body, fully, for slave marks.
'As you now doubtless know,' she said.
'Why not?' I asked.
'The Mistress has not yet seen fit to brand me,' she said.
'Why not?' I asked.
'I do not know,' she said. 'Do you think me privy to the secrets of the Mistress? She does with me what she pleases.'
'You are only an ignorant and lowly slave?' I asked.
'Yes,' she said, 'I am only an ignorant and lowly slave.'
'Why do you think you were sent to the tunnel?' I asked.
'I do not know,' she said.
'It seems then,' I said, 'that you are not only an ignorant and lowly slave, but one who is stupid and foolish as well.'
'I am not stupid and foolish!' she exclaimed, angrily.
'Kiss me,' I ordered her.
I felt her lips, warm and soft, sweet, wet, on mine. 'I see that you well know why you were sent to the tunnel,' I said.
'Yes,' she said, 'I well know why I was sent to the tunnel.'
'Your use is mine,' I said.
'My `use'!' she exclaimed.
'Of course,' I said.
'Yes,' she then said, half purring with delight, 'my `use' has been given to you by the Mistress.'
'You are then mine, for an Ahn or two,' I said.
'Yes,' she said.
'I am then, for an Alin or two, your Master,' I said.
'Yes,' she said.
'And you should address me as such,' I said.
'Yes,' she whispered, softly, '-Master.'
She tried then to kiss me, but I held her from me.
'Has the Mistress owned you long?' I asked.
'No, Master,' she said. 'I am a new slave.'
'Where were you purchased?' I asked.
'In Vonda,' she said.
'Why has the Mistress sent you to me?' I asked.
'I do not know, Master,' she said.
'What is your name?' I asked.
'The Mistress has not yet given me a name,' she said. 'If you wish, you may give me a name, for your use of me.'
'I shall not bother,' I said. 'It is sufficient for me that I simply hold you in my arms as a nameless slut.'
Her body became suddenly rigid, but then she relaxed. 'Yes, Master,' she said.
'Doubtless your Mistress will soon give you a name,' I said.
'Yes, Master,' she said.
'It is convenient for a,slave to have a name,' I said.
'Yes, Master,' she said.
'It is then easier to order her about, to serve and fetch,' I said.
'Yes, Master,' she said.
'It is interesting to me that you are not collared and branded,' I said.
'Yes, Master,' she said.
'Do you expect to be soon collared and branded?' I asked. I smiled to myself.
'Probably,' she said, sadly.
'You sound sad,' I said.
'Should I not be?' she asked.
'No,' I said. 'The collar and brand are splendid on a woman. They make her a hundred times, a thousand times, more beautiful.'
'Oh,' she said.
'Kiss me, nameless slut,' I said.
'Yes, Master,' she said. Then she lay back. I felt her finger at my shoulder.
'Do you think that I am more beautiful than the Mistress?' she asked.
'Probably,' I said. 'It is difficult for a free woman to even begin to compete with a slave in beauty.'
'Is the Mistress attractive?' she asked.
'She is a quite beautiful woman,' I said. 'If she were made a slave, she would probably become dazzlingly and desirably beautiful.'
'If the Mistress and I were both slaves,' she said, 'who do you think would be the most beautiful?'
'I do not know,' I said. 'I would have to stand you both naked in your collars before me, side by side, and see.'
'That would be difficult to do,' she laughed.
'Why?' I asked.
'Nothing,' she said.
'Why?' I asked.
'Oh,' she said, quickly, lightly, but frightened, 'because Mistress is a wonderful free woman, and I am only a lowly slave.'
'I see,' I smiled.
'What are you going to do with me now?' she asked.
'Why use you for my pleasure, and as a slave,' I said.
'Yes, Master,' she breathed.
'But first I shall see if you are hot,' I said.
'Master?' she asked. 'Oh!' she cried.
'I see that you are hot,' I said.
'Yes, Master,' she said.
I held her.
'Your arms are strong,' she said.
