The Slave World (14)

(14): The use of a slave

“Do you have the keys to these handcuffs?” I asked. I stood there in the wisp of pleasure silk with my wrists securely locked in slave bracelets as I stood inside the, for want of a better word, shag palace room. There were brass lamps, low tables with mosaic designs, luxurious drapes, marble statuettes of naked and semi-naked women, and of course THAT enormous couch bed that dominated the room with its furs, silk throws and heavy iron rings set into the head board and foot of the bed. It was Adam's bedroom for the night and it was presumably decked out in the style of a sleeping chamber on the mythical planet, Gor.

I had danced for the men. I don't think I danced well for I'm not a trained dancer, but I hadn't been whipped so that was a plus. The slave girls had laughed at my dancing to begin with until Adam had angrily silenced them. They obeyed instantly and seemed to crawl to his feet for forgiveness. I tried to move my body in time to the music, swaying my hips, moving my arms behind my body to thrust out my breasts. Kimina watched me like a hawk with that sharp switch at the ready! I glided around the circle, lifting my hands to my hair, and then higher until the tips of my fingers touched as I turned again to half glance at the men and then look away in fear, my hips swaying all the time. Andromedus's expression was stern, impassive, devoid of emotion. I feared I might not be pleasing! I feared I might be whipped! I dropped to my knees and swayed to the music, lay down on my belly and crawled before then rising on all fours, my head shaking, as some primal feeling deep inside of me began to instruct me what to do. I danced for the men to the best of my untrained ability.

After I had danced I had knelt with the other girls and served the men. As I was new to the collar I was only allowed to hold a tray of fruit. Andromedus had carried on talking to Adam with interest, talking about Gor, testing Adam, and finding that Adam was actually very well informed. Even I was surprised at the extent of his knowledge.

There was little call for my fruit and so I spent an hour and a half simply kneeling under the watchful eye of the first girl. If ever I began to slouch I would feel the tap of the switch on my shoulders and instantly I would be back to full attention. It was very demeaning, but also alarmingly instructive. I became very alert to the slightest touch of the slave switch, for if I didn't I knew a sharper more stinging blow would swiftly follow.

With few demands now placed upon me I began to lose my initial fear and if anything boredom set in while I knelt serving food that no one wanted. Adam gazed at me occasionally as he ate, drank and talked to Andromedus but by and large I seemed forgotten.

Eventually the men parted company and retired to their rooms, for it appeared Adam would be staying overnight. Kimina back braceleted me and after a little while led me to Adam's guest room and delivered me to him for 'his use'.

I stood there now in the bed chamber feeling more than a little apprehensive. Although I trusted Adam, I knew how I now looked, and it would be difficult for him to control his natural reactions to having a soft perfumed slave girl alone in his bed chamber.

“Of course. The key is over on the table, Cat. Help yourself.” Adam smiled as he reached for the wine bottle and poured a glass as I turned round to reach for the keys with my chained hands.

“Thank you. I'm looking forward to getting out of these.” Picking the key up without being able to see it was more difficult than I thought. I fumbled with my fingers until I felt the coldness of the metal on the surface of the table. Then I turned the key between the fingers of my right hand and tried to get the key into one of the two locks. This proved to be impossible. I fumbled again and again but even with the key stretched as far as it could be between my finger tips, I could barely do more than touch the metal of the lock with the very tip of the key. Twice I dropped it because I had such a tenuous grip and twice more I fumbled to retrieve it from the floor, bending down to do so, and looking hardly dignified in the process.

“You can have some wine if you like, Cat,” said Adam as he regarded my futile attempts at unlocking the steel around my wrists. “Once you've taken the slave bracelets off.” He seemed amused by my wriggling as time and again I dropped the key, crouched to retrieve it and then looked exasperated as I couldn't see what I was doing.

After several minutes I had to concede defeat.

“I can’t do this,” I said. “It’s impossible. You’ll need to free me, Adam.”

“You can't free yourself? “ said Adam as he sipped his wine.

“No, the locks are beyond the reach of my fingers, even holding the key at the very edge of my finger tips doesn't work. Can't get any traction.”

“Wow, so you’re helplessly bound until I free you?”

“Don’t look so smug.” I walked towards him and turned about so my cuffed wrists faced him now.

“That’s a sexy look, Cat,” he said as he took the key from my fingers.

“Okay, so this is probably a major fantasy of yours, but I really want out of these things.”

“Turn back round, Cat,” said Adam. “Face me. Just for a moment.”

I turned back to face him. I felt his hands touch my hips as he gazed down into my eyes, his head moving into my personal space.

“You know I’m going to kiss you, Cat. Unless you tell me not to. You know that, right?”

I felt a sudden rush of anticipation as Adam said that. I flexed my wrists that were so securely bound behind my back and imagined for a moment how helpless I would be if he wished to kiss me without my permission. “Adam...”

“Yes, Cat?” He moved his lips a little closer to mine.

“Adam, I'm not sure this is a good idea...”

“I’m not hearing a specific 'no', Cat,” said Adam as he moved even closer. There was something about being touched like that while I was helpless that made the fire burn inside me. I hadn’t had sex for nearly nine months and now in these metal handcuffs I felt a stirring between my legs that was close to obscene.

“I can't free myself, Adam...” Just saying those words made me feel aroused because it was true. I had no way, no way whatsoever of freeing myself, even with the key in my hand. “I really can't free myself...”

“Still so sexy the way you say that, and I'm still not hearing no,” said Adam as his lips now brushed mine ever so gently. I moved forward to meet them and tasted the kiss and God it felt good. I felt his hands place themselves on my silk clad ass and the small of my lower back as I was positioned in his embrace for ease of kissing. I felt that deep sensual kiss magnified a thousand fold by the fact that my hands were locked in slave steel. My body was on fire all of a sudden and I couldn’t help myself as I kissed back, deeply, passionately, lifting myself up on my toes to reach him. I pulled at the slave bracelets, not out of fear or panic or resistance but because pulling like that enhanced the breathtaking intensity of that kiss by a magnitude of the sun going supernova. When Adam finally pulled away I was breathing hard, my skin flushed, my wrists sore from the strain I had placed on them.

“Everything okay, Cat?” said Adam with a smile.

“Yes.” my voice was hoarse and emotional. “Why did you do that?”

He ignored my question. “I think you like being kissed when your hands are secured behind your back in slave steel,” he chuckled. I blushed by way of response. “Bracelet check, Caitlin.” Those last words were issued like some sort of command. I must have looked confused again for he then explained. “It's a Gorean position. The kajira turns to face away from her master, and lifts her hands and arms behind her, so that the master may easily check that slave bracelets connected by a short length of chain are securely locked on her wrists. Is that clear?”

“Yes, but...”

“Then obey the instruction. Bracelet check.”

I turned and lifted my wrists towards him. I felt his hands on the cuffs, and then on the short length of three steel links that separated the cuffs. I felt a little giddy as he did this, expecting him to place the key in the first lock but was surprised then when he didn't.

“You continue to be held quite securely, Caitlin. How does it feel?”

“Adam...”

“Tell me, how does it feel?”

“I don't know. Scary, but in a nice way because it's you and not one of the other men in this house.” I couldn't see him with my back turned, but I could feel him standing close beside me, his hands on my chained wrists. He was so close to me now! I felt his breath on the back of my neck!

“Are you aroused?”

“Adam!”

“Bondage is fun, isn't it? I could just tie you to the slave ring at the foot of the bed and leave you there tonight untouched,” suggested Adam. “Or perhaps make use of you in the furs?”

“What?!”

He bent his head closer to my ear and then said “Sorry, Cat, it's possible the room is bugged. Kiss me softly and I’ll whisper into your ear while you do. We can talk this way for a couple of minutes without being overheard.”

I began to slowly press small kisses on Adam’s neck and body as he caressed me, though taking care to only touch me lightly, and only on what he assumed were non erogenous zones.

“This is a dangerous place, Cat. Listen carefully, we can’t do anything to arouse suspicion. You’re doing great by the way. In a few minutes I’m going to take you to the bed and then I’m going to fake having sex with you. I won’t enter you, I promise. With the bed covers over us we can talk without being overheard.”

“You think the room is bugged?” I whispered back as I nibbled softly at the lobe of his ear. I felt his body stiffen as I touched him there with my lips so I quickly withdrew. It would be awkward if I accidentally gave him an erection. Then I felt his hands on my thighs turning me slightly so now his mouth was close to the side of my neck where he could whisper again. “In all likelihood yes. We’re under suspicion until we prove otherwise, or rather I am. Andromedus has taken a liking to me. He thinks I have potential as a Gorean. If he didn’t feel that way he would have taken you from me by now and my fate might have been a grisly one.”

I stiffened as I heard that. Taken from Adam? Was that even possible?

“They’re really involved with slavery then?” I whispered as I addressed myself to his neck again with my lips, being careful this time to mostly air kiss him. My delicate kisses were having an unfortunate effect it seemed for I felt Adam’s grip on me inadvertently tighten without him realising it. “Your hands!” I protested softly and then felt him relax his hold on me, which was just as well for I too was beginning to grow a little aroused by all of this pretend foreplay, especially while my wrists were bound. He stood so close to me and his hands were arousing me even though he didn’t mean to.

And... oh shit, I became aware of something pressing hard against me. He had an erection.

Fuck. He must know I knew.

“Yes. This is genuine. You’re safe because I own you and because Andromedus thinks I will be useful. But I mustn’t appear Un-Gorean. That would change things.”

“Adam, have I given you an erection?” I whispered quietly.

“Yes you have, Cat.” he smiled despite the horror of our situation. “You do that to me just standing within my personal body space, let alone if we're touching.”

“Sorry,” I said with a half smile.

“Do you have any idea how desirable you are looking like that?”

“Sorry,” I said again. I rested my head against his chest and felt a growing sense of arousal myself. It wasn't just Adam, it was the effect of being chained and helpless. I had never been chained tightly before and the feelings I now had were slightly worrying. Being dressed in pleasure silk didn't help either. I felt open and exposed.

“Oh!” I suddenly squealed and moved as he touched a most pleasurable spot on my body, possibly deliberately.

“Is something wrong Cat?” said Adam with a grin.

“No… it’s nothing.” I held my breath and tired to think of calming things that would take my mind off how his hands had felt just now. Imagine a naked Donald Trump, I thought to myself. That will calm me down.

“I’m going to unlock your bracelets and take you to the bed now, Cat,” he whispered. “Don't worry. I'm not going to make use of you. Make a show of wriggling a little bit in slave heat but don’t overdo it.”

I felt the click as my slave bracelets slid from my wrists. Then with an incredible ease that surprised me, Adam scooped me up off my feet and held me in his arms as he moved towards the huge Gorean couch bed.

“I don't wriggle!” I said in mock outrage.

“Oh!” I suddenly began to wriggle wildly as he brushed me lightly between my legs.

“And now you're wriggling,” he said with another smile. “I thought you didn't wriggle?” He dropped me on to the bed where I lay, hot and aroused.

Naked Donald Trump. Naked Donald Trump.

Lubricated naked Donald Trump.

Glistening.

Adam slid under the covers with me and if anyone was watching we were obviously making love. Except we weren't.

“Your penis is rock hard and prodding me in the thigh,” I whispered as I pretended to kiss his neck.

“Sorry about that. This isn't easy for me. I would normally be inside you, enjoying you.”

Enjoying me?! I shivered in a delicious way, imagining that Adam did just that right now. I would only have to part my legs and touch his penis with my hand and he would know. Then he would 'enjoy me'. God, I felt horny just thinking about it. How did Goreans refer to it? I would be 'put to use.'

Put to use... fucked... fucked so hard. I fought back a soft whimper as I felt his stiff penis slide along the inside of my thigh, so close to where the tip could penetrate my sex..

“Are they going to allow us to leave?” I whispered as I banished thoughts of being taken and used in this bed.

“Yes. I've passed all the tests. Andromedus thinks I have potential.”

“And me?”

“He thinks you're a natural slave. He was actually impressed. He offered me money for you.”

“What?!”

“You're so cute when you're outraged. Do you want to know your offer price?”

“No! No I don't.”

“Really? Okay.”

I nibbled my lower lip in the dim lamp light. I was a bit curious what a man like Andromedus might offer for me. But there was no way I'd tell Adam that.

Being in bed with Adam was far too distracting. Adam was making fake thrusting motions under the covers and I found his penis was rubbing up and down my inner thigh in the process.

“Will you stop doing that?!” I tried to hold myself very still because the fact was with Adam holding me like this I was actually very aroused now. I tried to concentrate on other things. “Adam, do you know about the ankle ring I'm wearing?”

“Yes. And don't worry, Caitlin, we'll deal with that when we're back home. I've already restricted you from things like kajira catch.”

“Kajira catch? What is kajira catch?”

“They didn't tell you?” We lay together now, our mouths close to one another, so very close. It was the best position in order to whisper quietly, but his mouth was so close to mine and I could so easily kiss him on the lips... I was so wet between my legs and he only needed to touch me there to understand quite how wet I was.

“No, what is kajira catch?”

“It's a game they sometimes play with new girls like you. They are sent into London in a restricted area that they cannot move out of. Their speed of travel is limited to a rate of two miles an hour. And then men enter that area to look for them. You will show up on their phone app when they move within 100 yards of you, and you will know a master is close by, but you will not know where until he enters your line of sight. When a master catches you... well, you're his for the night.”

“We have to get out of here,” I said urgently. “I should never have come here.”

Adam put his arm around me as we lay I the bed. I snuggled close to him, terrified again by the description of what they could do to me. I tried to forget how aroused Adam was making me feel. I only had to part my thighs, touch his penis with my hand. That is all I would have to do. I so wanted him to touch me!

“Let's get some sleep, Cat.” I felt him stroke my hair. “We'll deal with the ankle ring in the morning.”

I parted my thighs slightly, but couldn't bring myself to touch his penis. What would he think of me? I felt incredibly frustrated as I closed my thighs again and tried to get some restless sleep.

I had very sexy dreams that night...