Slaver of Gor – Chapter Three

 

 

When a woman puts a man to use, it is important that she establishes her dominance from the outset. There can be no prevarication whatsoever, or the man may scent weakness in the woman. The caste of slavers, of which I am a member of the governing council in Argentum, typically offers instruction in the best way to handle a silk slave when a woman chooses to buy one. Most free women have little understanding of how they should put a man to use, and left to their own improvisation that result is likely to be inadequate and leaves the woman regretting her purchase.

 

We want satisfied customers who will come back to us time and again. 

 

“Remove your breech cloth, Julian,” I said later that evening. I had drunk several goblets of wine and now I was in the mood for further pleasure, but of a different sort. My appetites had been stimulated by the strong, muscular kajirus who had served me so dutifully throughout the evening.

 

I had not yet conversed intimately with him. A dominant woman should never relate to her silk slave on a personal level until much later in the Mistress-slave relationship. These are early days, and a distance must be maintained throughout. 

 

I watched as Julian stripped himself, discarding the two strips of white cloth to the floor.

 

“No.” My voice was harsh. “You fold the cloths neatly and place them on a shelf. You then stand before me in display position, awaiting a further instruction.” I rose from the couch and walked towards him, a slave switch in my right hand. I let him have one sharp, stinging stripe against his left thigh. “Who is the mistress?”

 

“You are, Mistress,” he said. I had seen his body twitch as I switched his thigh. 

 

“Yes. Now pick up your garment and fold it neatly.”

 

He towers above me, but I am the mistress here.

 

I watched him do as I said, and I smiled as I saw his firm ass as he bent to retrieve the fabrics. When he returned to his position on the floor, he stood in display, with his feet about shoulders width apart, fingers laced behind the neck with elbows back, head up and eyes lowered. I touched his penis with the tip of my switch and raised its head slightly.  

 

“You display quite well, Julian. You are slowly learning to obey me without question. Your life will be so much easier once you accept that.” I slapped his ass cheeks hard with my switch and saw his body twitch again. “Go to the couch and lie on your back. There are two slave rings set into the wall, one either side of the headboard. Grip each one with your hands and do not let go unless I tell you to.”

 

“You don’t intend chaining me?” he asked.

 

I laughed softly. “I think you will be obedient. If you release either ring, I will place you in a slave box for the next twenty four hours. Now go, pretty silk slave – to the couch with you.” I watched him move to the couch, lie down and then, reaching out either side, grip the iron slave rings with his strong hands. 

 

Chaining a silk slave gives him the illusion that he is dangerous, that he is somehow still in control, and that the woman secretly fears him. Forcing him to hold position without restraint serves to prove to him that the woman is totally in control, and she does not need chains to tame him. He does not have the luxury of thinking that it is only because he is chained that he is forced to obey. 

 

I stood there, at the side of the couch, looking down at him, an amused smile on my lips. I knew the effect I would have on the man in a moment when I disrobed. The room was lit by soft glowing lamps, offering a beautiful and restful mood. Slowly, I undid the sash at the side of my dressing gown and allowed the gown to slip open. I tilted my head, enjoying his reaction as he saw a vertical line of my naked body between the sides of the open gown. 

 

His penis began to rise, anticipating what was to come.

 

“Oh, Julian, your lusts are so obvious…” I tapped the head of his half erect penis again with my slave switch. And then I casually, with a sense of arrogant disdain, allowed my silk gown to slide from one shoulder, revealing more of myself, before I then slipped from it completely. The silk robe pooled at my feet and I stepped away from it with the switch still in my hands. You are exposing yourself, ladies, to a man, and therefore you only do so while he is in a submissive position, and while you carry a switch. Never expose yourself in any other circumstances. Julian gazed at my breasts, but I permitted this because I wanted him hard. Now he was fully erect, and his knuckles were white as he gripped the two iron rings, no doubt desiring me.

 

“I am going to put you to use, Julian. I will take my pleasure from you. Any pleasure you receive will be my gift for your obedience. Understand, I am your mistress, and I am in full control.”

 

He said nothing, but there was this savage, untamed look in his eyes now as I sat on the edge of the couch and began to touch his hard, muscular body with my soft hands.

 

“Oh, you would so love to release those iron rings and seize me, wouldn’t you?” I laughed again. “But I forbid it. Tell me…” I touched his penis lightly with my fingers and watched it jerk outside of his control, “is your mistress as ugly as a sand sleen?”

 

“No,” he said through gritted teeth. “You are very beautiful.”

 

I laughed softly again. “How lucky for you, Julian. Tell me… would you like to touch my breasts?” I leaned forward, as if to kiss his lips, but then pulled back again. A silk slave should not taste your lips on the first night when you put him to use. That should be denied him. In time he will taste them when you allow it, but never on the first night. 

 

“Yes,” He said, tensing against the iron rings in his hands.

 

“How dare you!” I hissed, whipping his thighs twice each with the switch. I heard a repressed grunt of pain from him as I let the four strokes seize his full attention. “You are a silk save! You do not dare think such things!”

 

“And what would you have said and done had I no interest in touching your breasts,” said Julian, as he moved past the pain.

 

“Why, I would have switched you then for lying.” I pointed to his stiff, twitching penis. “You have a built in lie detector, silk slave. You can’t hide the fact you are aroused.”

 

This was the moment. This was the moment when I would lean forward slightly and shatter his delusion that, even though he was a slave on my couch, he wasn’t being forced to do anything he wouldn’t want to do anyway. That is the armour of a man when he is helpless before a woman; he rationalises in his mind that what happens to him now is of no real consequence, because the woman in question is someone he would take to his bed anyway. 

 

Ladies, you will never truly dominate a man while he thinks that to be true. To break him, to make him an obedient and compliant silk slave; to make him someone who understands he has met a woman stronger than himself, you must first take away his belief that he is happy for this to happen. 

 

“I know what you’re thinking, Julian.” My hand reached out and gently took hold of his penis. I felt it jump to my touch, but now I had it in my grasp and it was mine to do with as I wished. “You think you will take pleasure from this coupling, even though I force myself upon you. That is not the case. Understand, I am using you for my pleasure. Mine alone. For me to receive pleasure, you must not climax. It’s that simple.” I smiled and ran my finger nails along his shaft. “And so, you must be punished if you climax without permission. And so that there is no misunderstanding tonight, you do not have permission. Maybe in time I will grant it, but not tonight. Tonight I teach you how to serve your mistress.”

 

He growled at me, but maintained his grip on the iron rings. He knew what would happen to him if he let go. Twenty four hours in a slave box is unbearable agony for anyone. 

 

“I will take my pleasure from you, and you will not climax. If you do, it will be twenty four hours in a slave box for you. Doubled, of course, if you also release the slave rings. Now, perhaps you are not as virile as your slave papers suggest. Maybe I will prove to be too demanding, too hungry, too… insatiable…” I smiled as I moved my hand to his ball sack where I could easily inflict terrible agony. “If that is the case, if you truly haven’t been trained yet to control your filthy urges, then all you have to do is cry out, ‘please mistress, I beg you’ and I will pause a moment and allow you to control yourself. Because if you do climax… it will be twenty four hours of burning agony. So, you see, this isn’t something you are going to derive pleasure from, and you can forget that silly idea you have that you’re not being forced to do something against your will. You are being forced against your will, and your pleasure forms no part of this tonight.”

 

The look on his face was priceless. 

 

I always tell ladies who buy a silk slave from me, that no matter their experience, they should begin that first night with one simple sexual technique in mind. The silk slave will be expecting his mistress to mount him, but he assumes he will derive pleasure from gazing at her face, her breasts, and watching as she rides him to her climax. 

 

A woman must take that away from her slave. He must not, in the early days, have that satisfaction, of feasting his eyes on his mistress while she uses him. I am not talking here of blindfolds. With a blindfold he still has the satisfaction of believing that his mistress has some depth of modesty and shame and that she does not wish him to see her sexual responses. Those thoughts will serve to reinforce his belief that his male sex is dominant. We must rid him of that notion. He must know that he, as a person, is irrelevant to us. He is simply an instrument of our pleasure. Nothing more.

 

Ladies, this is how you take your silk slave for the first time.

 

The standard approach an inexperienced woman might take is to have her silk slave lie flat on his back, on her couch. From there she might climb on top, straddling his waist, with one leg on either side of his body; sitting up straight and resting her weight on her knees. From this position a woman can lower herself onto his penis and ride her slave, and she has the option of using her hand to guide his penis into her sex. From there, once you are in control, you can rock your hips back and forth, in circles, or even in a figure-eight shape, taking pleasure from his body.

 

All that is good, but for the first few times you should deny him his view of your face, your lips, your eyes, your breasts. You adopt the same position, but in reverse, turning round once you are mounted on him, so you are now facing his feet. You will still be straddling his body, still mounted on his shaft, still in control, but from a different direction. He realises that his mistress has turned her back on her slave, that he is nothing to her but a sexual plaything; an organ that she will ride. She spurns him. He cannot reach out to touch her, for he dares not release his grip on the iron rings, and he must just lie there as she takes her pleasure, not even deigning to look at him. From this reverse position you can sit straight up, or lean forward and rest your weight on your hands – whatever is most comfortable and exciting. 

 

I did this, mounting Julian and then, to his surprise, turning round while penetrated on his shaft, giving him sight only of my naked back. He lay there, supine, unable to release the iron rings, feeling himself taken, feeling himself stimulated, but knowing he must control his own feelings, his own responses, for fear of being placed in the slave box afterwards. How terrible it must be for a man to have to be aroused in order to perform, but fearing that arousal will take him too far.

 

Then, and only then, does he realise, only then does he understand, the power of his mistress.

 

I allowed myself to gasp and moan as I rode Julian, with my back to him. He was my slave. I had no reason to hide my pleasure. I heard his own frustrated cries as he fought against enjoying the sex too much. He had no idea how long it might take me to climax, and he didn’t dare reach the peak himself before I did. 

 

But he is a man, and men are used to enjoying sex. It is difficult for a man to control his natural responses. I knew I would hear the words eventually.

 

“Please Mistress, I beg you…”

 

I smiled softly, where he couldn’t see my smile. He was close, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself much longer, and he knew the consequences. In truth I had already climaxed six ehn ago, but I had hid my convulsions quite well, so wrapped up was my slave in trying to control his own, he hadn’t noticed. I slowed down, and stopped, which was a relief, because having already climaxed, I was growing sore from continuing to ride him. 

 

“Poor slave,” I said. “You are so close, yes?”

 

His silence told me everything. He felt ashamed in having to beg for me to pause. But he feared the consequences if he didn’t. Men can resist so much, but not their own sexual responses. 

 

I lifted myself from him. I heard him gasp as I rose free with a slight sucking motion. His penis was still stiff and quivering, in desperate need of climax. I turned round and gazed at it. 

 

“Who is your mistress?”

 

“You are,” he gasped. His knuckles seemed white, so tightly did he grip the rings now. His arms were shaking. 

 

“Speak the name of your mistress.”

 

“My mistress is the Lady Amicia Katares of Argentum,” he cried. 

 

I moved my hand around his penis and then slid it quickly up and down, just two motions. He shot a stream of white fluid in the air. Sticky droplets landed across his stomach, splattering like snow. 

 

And that, ladies, is how you dominate your silk slave on the very first night. 

 

You’re welcome, of course.