The Slave World (28)

(28): Seven days a slave

Adam began to make changes in my lifestyle with the express aim of proving to the House of Three Moons that he was treating me as a kajira. I was forbidden from carrying money. Like the other secret slaves of London I had my purse and credit cards taken from me. Instead I was given a new charge card that I could use to buy things with the proviso that Adam could see each expenditure as it was made. He could in theory question me regarding each transaction. What was it for? Was it a purchase appropriate to a kajira? Could I justify the spend? Had I been given permission? Adam received a phone alert each time I used the card.

There were other changes too. Three times a week now I met up during the day time with other slaves. Usually Loella and Kandi. We were electronically ‘leashed’ together by our ankle rings, meaning that we had to remain within a prescribed distance of one another during a set time. The idea here was that we would spend time together learning slave skills, movements, positions, and most importantly improve our Gorean language. We would walk together through London, practising conversational Gorean. Loella was the most fluent and so she tended to direct the conversations. She would point to things and ask us to identify them in our new language.

We would go back to her flat, or perhaps occasionally Kandi’s (though never mine) and practice slave positions to various commands, and Loella would watch as Kandi and I were made to walk gracefully backwards and forward across a room, clad in slave tunics. It was demeaning, degrading, but Adam assured me it was the only alternative to being sent to the House of Three Moons for training.

Loella had been angry when she discovered that I hadn’t been a free woman that lunch time when Adam had introduced her. She was angry that she had addressed me as a kajira might address a free woman.

“You deceived me, kajira!” she said that first day after Adam had introduced this new discipline.

“No, you just assumed I was free...”

Kandi seemed genuinely pleased to be a slave and she was the one who was most excited about learning more. Loella like me seemed to be fearful where this might eventually lead. She was still in theory for sale, but her master had yet to accept any of the offers made for her. At any time she might be sold and her life would begin anew as she was given over to another man. This possibility hung over her head constantly and did nothing to improve her mood towards me.

During the lessons in her flat she was empowered to carry a slave switch and to use it on Kandi and me if we proved difficult to work with. Not that we were because we were effectively under constant surveillance of sorts.

Both Loella and Kandi had pierced ears. In Kandi’s case it had been done at the strict command of her master since I had first seen her. Loella, being the older slave had had her ears pierced early during her slavery. The piercing of a girl’s ears on Gor has profound meaning, but on Earth there was a more utilitarian purpose for it. Pierced ears meant the girls wore earrings, but these earrings were not simple pieces of jewellery, they also contained sophisticated micro transmitters that picked up sound and transmitted it in real time back to the computer servers at the House of Three Moons. Anything the girls said or heard would be picked up by these earring receivers. A master could choose to listen in in real time, or catch up with the recorded files that were stored for a month. A master could even set a search pattern to pick up the presence of any particular words. For example, if a girl’s name had been changed, a search code could be entered to pick up any forbidden use by the slave of her former name. Or perhaps if a girl had been commanded to speak only Gorean, the app could pick up any instance of the girl speaking English. It was terrifying to think that the girls could be monitored at any moment without them knowing. And of course even though my ears weren’t pierced, when I was with these girls anything I said would be picked up by their receivers too. I had to be careful therefore to refer to Adam as master, except when I might have to identify him in particular from other masters. I also couldn’t risk speaking to Loella about her true feelings towards slavery. If she was overheard speaking un-slave like words she might be punished, and me too for suggesting such things.

It was nerve wracking as I carefully evaluated my words before speaking them. A master could in theory switch off the earring transmitters at any time, presumably for when he wished privacy with his kajira, but I did wonder whether the earring transmitters ever truly switched off, or whether the House of Three Moons could still listen through them.

“I like your lipstick, Caitlin,” said Kandi as we met for lunch in a café. “You look so pretty now that you’ve been studying makeup. I take it your master approved the shade?”

“Yes.” He had. Adam took a real interest in my appearance these days, as masters often do with their slaves. I wore more makeup that I'd ever done before this began, and it took me the best part of forty minutes each morning to apply it all. My clothes were different too. Gone were my comfortable skinny jeans and t-shirt tops. I now wore a soft short skirted floral summer dress with no sleeves, and four inch heels. The ankle ring was prominently displayed on my ankle and it drew occasional looks from people as I walked down the street. It could just about pass as fetish body jewellery, but those who dabbled in the kink scene might guess what it implied about me. Disconcertingly I was no longer permitted underwear. I felt open and exposed under this short skirt, and I hated the way my breasts jiggled as I moved. When I caught sight of my appearance in shop windows I was alarmed at how sexual I looked. This was rammed home by some of the spiteful looks women gave me as I passed them on the street. And by the lustful smiles from men too.

Certain mannerisms were expected of me too, and often enforced by Loella. If I sat at a table in a café I was expected to sit with my knees together turned to my left and my ankles crossed. When I walked I was to take small short steps and place one foot before me before lifting the other. I was expected to walk with my back straight, gracefully, with a gentle sway to my hips. Occasionally Loella would walk behind me and film me on her phone. She would send the video clip to the House of Three Moons for approval. Once when I didn’t walk gracefully as a slave girl was supposed to walk she was instructed to switch me. She happily did so, remembering my supposed deception a couple of weeks ago. I was taken back to her flat and made to rest with my hands supporting my body weight against a table. I was then switched sharply about my ass and upper thighs. I screamed then for the switch is sharp and very painful. That night when I lay in Adam’s arms, in his bed, with his ankle chain around my left ankle, he felt the red marks with his hands and asked me what had happened. When I told him, instead of offering sympathy he told me to improve my walk in future.

I spent most nights at his apartment, chained to his bed. We made love, or rather he put me to use, and in that bed I found a sense of sexual fulfilment that almost made up for the humiliation of the day time. Adam grew more experienced in reading the often subtle signals given out by my body from arousal, and consequently my orgasms grew deeper, more pleasurable. Always I was fucked with my hands locked in slave bracelets, reminding me that I was helpless. Always I slept with a chain attached to my left ankle. True to his word Adam didn’t use me as some menial drudge. I did not spend the nights cleaning and tending to his apartment as some slaves did. No, he wanted me refreshed, attractive, vibrant, ready to respond to his advances. I was there to give him pleasure and to receive pleasure myself.

While we made love I would always recite the familiar litany.

“I am kajira, I love being a slave, I desire my master, I wish to serve,” and so on. The words came easy enough when I was close to an orgasm, but would have sounded difficult outside of his bed.

My Gorean improved. I could engage in simple conversations. My knowledge of slave positions improved too, and Adam had only to bark a command, ‘bara’ or ‘sula’ and I would instinctively adopt that position to an acceptable degree.

“The House of Three Moons is less suspicious now,” he would tell me as we lay in bed together. “You are beginning to move and respond as a slave does. You are becoming very convincing.” And then he would impress upon me my slave responses as he penetrated me and fucked me hard.

During the days when I didn’t meet with the other slaves I would return to my apartment during daylight hours and to a list of chores set out by the ‘free woman’ Kassa. There was nothing spiteful about this, but Kassa enjoyed knowing that she could assign all the washing, cleaning, ironing, and other domestic chores to the ‘submissive Caitlin’. Perhaps she believed I enjoyed being treated this way, or perhaps deep down she simply didn’t care. What she did enjoy was not having to pay rent, not having to sleep in the small bedroom, and not having to do any chores. I had refused the first time she had pinned a list of ‘Caitlin's chores’ to the fridge door, but when I told Adam about it, he had told me I would have to obey. “If word got back to the House of Three Moons that you didn’t obey Kassa, I would be expected to discipline you. If I didn’t that would be suspicious. I do not want to discipline you, Cat.” And so I had to obey my flat mate. Once Andromedus had contacted her to ask how things were. She had remarked without meaning anything much, that I hadn’t cleaned the oven. The next day Loella had been instructed to use the slave switch on me. I made sure the oven remained spotless after that.

Kassa began asking me a lot of questions about Gor, and seemed intrigued by the world concept and the society.

“Free women have power there?” she asked.

“Some. The ones with money. They own large properties, own many slaves and wield influence within their castes.”

“Free women may own slaves? We may own handsome men?” She smiled as she possibly imagined owning a couple of Earth men she had known from the past. “That is exciting thought. I would have a whip?”

“Yes, you would have a whip. Free women if they are wealthy can own male silk slaves, or indeed any slaves.”

“I think I would like large house on Gor and to own many male silk slaves for my pleasure,” said Kassa. “I would make them please me in the night time and set them to work during day time. I see why you like Gor, Caitlin. Though for you of course is very different. You such a slave.”

“Kassa...”

She shook her head. “Andromedus say you have to call me Mistress. Do not make me angry with you, Caitlin. I do like you.”

“Mistress...” I said reluctantly.

“That so much better,” she laughed. “I am Mistress, aren't I? Yes, this Gor sound so interesting for free woman.”

I felt trapped in this slavery, and each night I would lie with Adam and ask him how we were going to extricate ourselves from the House of Three Moons. Because I couldn’t go on like this forever.

What annoyed me more than anything was that Adam didn’t appreciate the urgency of the situation. He seemed to be taking his time in whatever his plans were in relation to the House of Three Moons. I would lie in his bed, my body available for his pleasure and he showed little inclination to complete his mission. But then I suppose his role in all of this was not exactly difficult. He was a man and therefore he had the benefits of being a man within a Gorean society. He had me, his ideal kajira, available every night for his pleasure. Perhaps he didn’t want to give that up?

Some nights Adam would be away, either staying at the House of Three Moons or pursuing business relating to (I assumed) the Priest Kings.

“Where were you?” I’d ask as he snapped the manacle around my left ankle the next evening. I would draw my leg back once the steel was fastened to me.

“Curiosity is not becoming in a kajira,” he would say with a smile. “You could be beaten for it.”

Adam had not beaten me. It wasn’t something he did. I once asked him about that.

“Could you ever use a slave switch on me?” I lay in his bed, chained, sated after I had been made use of.

“Yes,” said Adam as he lay there, “if I had to. It would be a last resort. I do not particularly enjoy whipping women.” He stroked my back as I lay on my stomach. “You’re meant for better things than whipping, Caitlin. And I don’t think you’d be foolish enough to disobey me.” And then he had made a point of showing me a whip he owned. It was bigger than the slave switch carried by Loella. “You would be placed in whipping position with your wrists tied to a steel ring.” He made me touch the leather strands of the whip. As I did so I recoiled in horror.

“I'm frightened by that thing,” I said.

“Good. Then perhaps I will never have to use it.”

So far there had been little reason for me to disobey him. His commands had been sexual, and since I derived considerable pleasure from serving him in bed, there wasn’t much to object to. Aside from my sexual service and his requirements that I maintain a public façade of slavery for the benefit of the House of Three Moons, my bondage was an easy one. But still.

“Where are we going with this, Adam?” I said one night as I lay there. “What sort of future do we have, you working for the Priest Kings, hunted by the Kurii? One day they will discover who you are.”

“I suppose. Though I have lofty ambitions to move beyond the game of worlds. Mark dreams of returning to the green fields of Gor. I dream of a comfortable and wealthy life away from the intrigue and treachery that haunts every step I take.”

“Oh?” I was curious now for I didn’t know anything of his long term plans. “You want to be wealthy?”

“I want to buy an island somewhere in the Pacific or the Caribbean. A place far away from all this. A place where I can be my own Ubar and grow old with a coffle of beautiful slaves at my beck and call.”

“Slaves like me I suppose?” I regarded him with a wary expression.

“Yes. I can see you as the first girl, my preferred girl. My love slave even.” He stroked me again and enjoyed the sight of me flushing with excitement. “But that takes money. I have plans to acquire great wealth. In the absence of fresh orders from the Sardar nest it’s where I’ve devoted most of my energies these past few years. Mark helps me, since he knows there is little to no chance of him ever realising his own ambition. You asked me once whether I knew of something called Carousel.”

My ears pricked up at the mention of that word again. Little did Adam know that I was now familiar with what Carousel was and could do.

“I lied to you that day. Not only do I know what Carousel is, I seek it. All you need to know, my beautiful kajira, is that if I can obtain Carousel I can sell it to the highest bidder and buy an island paradise on Earth. I’ll be able to command any price I want.”

“That’s what this is about? You think that infiltrating the House of Three Moons will help you acquire Carousel?”

“Yes. I know that for a fact.” He turned me on to my back and and wrapped the steel links of my ankle chain three times in loose loops around the ankle ring. “I’m close. So very close.”

I could have told him of course. I could have told him what I knew about Rebecca Miles, but I chose not to.

Because something had been ticking away at the back of my mind now ever since my conversation with Rebecca in her Docklands flat. She had said something which I hadn't really picked up on originally, but now that I replayed the conversation in my head I understood something I had missed previously.

Something that could well be a game changer for all of us.