'A Master's Dilemma' Teasers

A Master's Dilemma - Teaser

The sounds of katriana finishing her exercises brought his mind back from his introspection. He tapped lightly twice on the table. He heard the girl’s immediate response in the sweet jingling of the anklet bells he had had forged by one of the finest silversmiths in his city. He preferred the more restrained beauty of silver to the gaudy yellow gold favoured by many of his customers. It pleased him to adorn his most prized possession with this beautiful metal and the tinkling of the bells allowed him to measure her progress and her location.

He did not look up as she entered but the soft tinkling revealed her rapid movements across the intricately patterned floor. Then he heard the sharper clanging of bells against the tiles as she settled to the left of him and a little behind. He did not have to glance up to know she waited there legs folded under her, knees apart, head and breasts held out but eyes downcast. He waited for all sounds apart from the soft intake of her breathing to cease.

“Girl, have you completed all your exercises?”

Her quiet voice pulsed with her need to please him, “Yes, Master.” He smiled. He could feel her soft breath, still a little laboured, puffing against the back of his naked shoulder. She had pushed herself harder this morning he noted.

“Bring me coffee! Some goat cheese and duck eggs. And some chilled melon slices,” he stated flatly.

He heard the tinkling of the tiny bells telling him that she had risen, then added as an after-thought, “But first come stand in front of me! I want to judge your condition.”

“Yes, Master,” she murmured.

Swiftly and, with all the gracefulness she had been taught by Lars’ trainers, she moved to stand in front of her owner. Her heart beat faster. She knew her body was conditioned as he wished. She would face a speedy punishment if she neglected her training yet it was not this that made her heart beat so that she could feel it against her ribs. She stood as her Master had taught her to. Lars had instructed her personally in this unusual stance. He had chosen it because it displayed the girl to his tastes. katriana stood there, her fingers touching behind her head, her breasts thrust out by this, her eyes cast downwards. As she sensed his gaze lift from the table to travel up and over her, she felt her nipples hardening. Her thighs were trembling slightly as she waited and waited for her Master to judge the results of her training.

Lars was in no hurry to dismiss her to the kitchen. He looked with pride and a rising delight at the girl in front of him. He noted her softly-rounded thigh muscles and the control she was exerting to keep them still. He stared with a rising arousal at her sex. “Yes, you are mine, katriana,” he growled in his deep voice. His girl felt the familiar warmth flood through her as she displayed herself to her Master’s unhurried gaze.

Her lips were dry but she could feel wetness slowly beginning where she ached for him. And still he looked at her. She could feel his ever-stern eyes on her and his slight intake of breath told her that her Master approved of her body.

“Lie down on the table, girl!” katriana responded immediately. She folded into a lying position on the low table behind which he sat. Her head lay at one end and her buttocks lay at the other. katriana did not have to be told to part her thighs. They parted on their own.

She lay there with her eyelids almost closed. Surprised and aroused by this new position she tried to control her breathing. Yet, when she felt the hard touch of his hand under her chin, her breath caught automatically.

“Girl, you are mine!” she heard him repeat matter-of-factly as his fingers slid down to rub across the roundness of her breasts before sliding under them. He cupped them both, weighing them almost absent-mindedly, before continuing to talk. “Your body pleases me! When I stroke your fires of arousal I feel most sharply that I am alive as a Master.” He felt his girl shudder more noticeably as she felt his fingers stroke along the length of her nipples. Lars pressed lightly down around the tip of one and then released it.

His casual stroking of her while he spoke just deepened katriana’s smouldering arousal. She knew her Master and knew he would use her according to his desires. Deep inside her, her submission to his needs started to pulse. She had no control over this and she did not want to have any. She was his. The girl from an almost forgotten, far-away city was no more.

And again deep inside herself she felt her soft shudders acknowledge this truth. katriana was his creature and she revelled in that. His will was all for her. And when, as now, he wanted slowly to stroke her arousal she could do nothing but be stroked and be aroused. She knew this no longer had to do with being a slave. She had accepted her new state after brief protests at first and then with her long and detailed training she had become a slave. Yet she sensed that her Master valued her above others he owned. She was HIS slave and sometimes she felt that he too saw the link that bound them as one. Yet she recognised that it was not her place to state this. He owned her. Her fate lay with the man who had her displayed on his table and who was touching what he owned.

As his fingers moved down to open her, she stopped thinking. Her breathing became shallower as all her senses waited. When he entered her suddenly and began to push in and out of her slowly, her ability to control her arousal deserted her. Then, just as suddenly, he stopped moving inside her. Slowly her shaking quietened. Her sex, though, was unable not to grasp at him.

Lars had been watching his slave intently as she lay on the table. He had seen her eyes close. He had noted the way she curved her back to lift her breasts to his fingers. He had seen and felt and increased the stretched hardness of her nipples. Now, he could feel her sex wrapped around his fingers and slowly throbbing along them. He was not thinking; he was feeling. He would use her in any way he needed to meet his own rising desire. And this using of her would inflame her slave core. Then, perhaps, he would allow her to inflame him. For now, he was content to be driving her upwards in measured steps. And katriana had no choice but to be driven upwards...