But I pushed her down, my thumb on her belly, to the blanket, spread on the floor of our quarters in the insula of Torbon, in the Metallan district. She squirmed, writhing there in frustration. I held her in place with my thumb. She looked up, wildly.
'Please!' she wept.
She drew back her left ankle and there was the sound of the links of chain rattling and scraping on the floor, that chain run betwixt her ankle rings and the stout slave ring, anchored in the floor.
'Oh, yes!' she wept, softly, in gratitude. 'Oh, yes, my master! Oh, yes, my master!'
'She is pretty,' commented Marcus, from the side of the room.
'Yes,' granted Phoebe, kneeling nearly, some sewing across her knees.
'Thank you, Mistress,' said the slave. Phoebe, of course, was first girl. 'For a cheap slave,' said Phoebe.
'Yes, Mistress,' said the girl. 'Oh! Oh!'
The slave looked up at me in wonder and joy. Slaves are lovely.
'How you own me!' she wept. 'I did not know it could be like this! How you have made me feel! How you have trained me! How much you have taught me! How much better a slave I am now!'
'Some women,' I said, 'think that the joys of bondage are primarily those of submission and selfless service, the loving and the unstinted giving, the surrendering to the master, the being wholly his, but now you see that there are additional feelings as well.'
'Yes, Master!' she cried. 'Please do not stop!'
'Her hair is too short,' said Phoebe.
'Free women know nothing of this!' wept the slave. 'They cannot begin to understand the raptures of bondage!'
'I think they are not as ignorant as you think,' I said. 'And surely you can recall your own speculations, and suspicions, and sensings, and dreams, when you were free.'
'Only glimmers of terror, and longing,' she said.
'Speak,' I said.
'Of course in my belly,' she said, 'I felt the appeal of bondage. I was intrigued by thoughts of it, and lured by them. Often did I linger lovingly upon such thoughts. Often was I fascinated to consider how it might be with me if I should become a slave, be owned and have no options but to obey.'
'Then you did understand much of these things,' I said, 'even when you were a free woman.'
'No,' she said, 'I understood nothing, nothing!'
'Oh,' I said.
'Aiii!' she wept, rearing up. 'Nothing! Nothing! Oh, my my master, thank you, thank you! Be kind! Be kind to your slave, she begs you!'
I was silent.
'How helpless I am!' she said.
The chain moved a little again, on the floor. I glanced to her ankle. The ankle ring looked well there. She reached up, to put her arms more about me. She was stripped, save for her collar and the ankle ring.
'I desire to be found acceptable, Master,' she whispered.
'You are acceptable,' I assured her.
'Her skin is blotchy,' said Phoebe.
'Steady,' I whispered to the slave.
'Master?' she asked.
I put her arms gently away from me. I moved my right hand. 'Oh!' she said. I felt the pressure of her left thigh against my hand. I moved my hand again. 'Oh,' she said softly. The chain moved on the floor. I moistened my tongue. I lowered my lips to her lower belly.
'Oh, Master,' she whispered.
'Steady,' I said.
She moaned, given no choice but to submit to the pleasure I chose to inflict upon her.
'Steady,' I cautioned her.
'You know I shall not be able to resist you,' she said.
'You will be whipped, if you even try,' I said.
'Yes, Master!' she said, in joy. I felt her small fingers, clutching in my hair. 'Oh, Master!' she suddenly wept. And then she began to twist and moan, and try to remain still, and thrust against me, and to hold my head where it was not letting it go and her fingers were tight in my hair and this hurt but I did not beat her but relished her so moaning and then bucking and trying to remain still and thrusting against me and how needful and helpless she was and so much in my power and so responsive and how such helpless movements and cries could be elicited by such tiny, persistent, patient, delicate attentions and she cried out begging me and I took her hands from my hair and looked down into her wild pleading eyes.
'What is it you wish?' I asked.
'I juice, my master! I gape, my master!' she said.
'Do you wish to serve?' I asked.
'Yes,' she said. 'Yes!'
'Do you beg to serve?' I asked.
'Yes, Master,' she said. 'I beg to serve.' She lifter her belly, piteously. I looked down upon her.
'Please, Master,' she said.
I was silent.
'I am only slave,' she said. 'You have done this to me! I am only a girl in a collar. I am helpless. I belong to you! I am yours to do with as you wish! I will do anything for you! I beg you to have pity on me!'
'I have tested your responses, slave,' I said.
'Oh, Master!' she wept, in misery.
'I have found them satisfactory,' I said.
'Thank you, Master,' she said.
'Once triggered,' I said, 'they were involuntary, reflexive, beyond your control.'
'Yes, Master,' she wept.
'Such responses will much improve your value,' I said.
'I am pleased, Master,' she wept.
'And they appear still beyond your control,' I said. I regarded her.
'They are, Master!' she said, tears in her eyes. Her body moved. She squirmed. Even to look upon her seemed to make her move. She was aroused, clearly, simply finding herself under the eyes of the master.'
'But surely,' she said, 'you have not addressed these attentions to me merely to assess the nature and specificity of my slave responses?'
'No,' I admitted.
'Let me serve! Let me serve!' she begged.
I regarded her.
'I beg to serve, Master!' she said.
I entered her.
'My Master!' she said.
I then informed her, in a modality of the mastery, of my ownership of her. 'I yield me yours, your slave!' she cried.
Then I held her quietly, her body trembling in my arms. 'Ecstasy, ecstasy,' she breathed.
'You see,' I said, 'there are feelings involved.'
'It was unbelievable,' she said.
'You are learning to feel,' I said.
She looked at me, startled.
'It is true,' I said. 'You are still a new slave.'
'Then I think I must just die,' she said.
'Slaves have survived such things, and more,' I said.
She laughed softly, and pressed against me.
