Part 3 - Slave Kiss (21 - 31)

Backstory #21 - I have a Room

Now well fed and washed daily, my body is rounded and sleek, my belly flat and breast buoyant. It is hard to believe that it is the same scrawny thing that burst through the door only weeks ago.

I’m looking in a mirror smoothing my work tunic to accentuate my shape, concentrating on my shape in shear wonderment – am I beautiful? am I sexy? would I make a desirable slave? …

“’orrible site ain’t it!?” Braggs, the young Paga attendant, whispers in my ear giving quite a star and accompanying his intrusion into my thoughts with a playful pinch of my butt.

I turn at him and poke out my tongue.

“Hahaha!” already he is walking away with jaunt and wobble of the head that indicates he is quite amused by my reaction.

I am a little embarrassed but secretly pleased at the attention. Fingering the keys in my belt I let myself into the privacy of my room.

Backstory #22 - Thoughts of Mother

My room is little more than a windowless storage cabinet – privileges of the cook. I smile to myself, mother would be proud, but the smile turns to a frown as I remember the laughter, the cooking the lessons with mother in the kitchen in our little shop – I hadn’t though of her in such a long time and wonder where she is, if she has a good master …

“Sniffle” brushing my nose on my arm I proceeded to undo my belt taking the little chain with the room and pantry keys along with small pair of scissors and putting them on the little bench next to the basin. The basin which Vula, or one of the other girls, had recently filled with warm water.

I splashed some water to my face, only cursory like, ingrained habits of the street have not quite left me. Undoing the corded collar ties I Slip the knee length, short sleeve work tunic over my head and kick off the leather sandals - soon to lay naked on the sleeping fur staring at the ceiling and fingering the slave ring on the wall beside me – it had been a hard day.

Backstory #23 - Wrench at my gut

Reaching for my little leather candy pouch I took a piece into my mouth.

Tonight I am lonely. I don’t know why it should happen now after such a long time but a welter of thought and memories of mother; of the shop; of father overtake me – I am sobbing uncontrollably, and the sobs wrench at my gut.

The noise I hear is of a distant wailing is grows louder – It is me. My whole inner being it crying in protest; is screaming in anguish.

“Mother! Oh Mother!”

“Shhh little one. Shhh.” An arm rounds my shoulder and lifts me to a sitting position while a hand brushes my hair from a perspiring brow. I look up into Carla's eyes. She pulls me gently to her. Over her shoulder I see the Inn Keeper standing at the doorway, on his face concern then, with a nod, he moves away down the corridor towards the kennels.

Carla is almost naked, still in her yellow dance silks, I snuggle into the warmth of her body whimpering.

Backstory #24 - Little more than a child

“Shhh mistress.” Carla affectionately pats my hair, I lick the salt from my lips and inhale the odour of her slave perfume. The sobs are less frequent now.

I see Tutsu hurry past the door towards the Inn, she is dressed in yellow dance silks.

The Inn Keeper steps back into the room and with a light chain secures Carla to my slave ring.

“Stay with her, comfort her, you need not complete your dance” He says and then as he leaves “You may speak her name.”

“Yes Master” Carla replied, I am momentary aware of the inquisitive tone to her voice.
Stopping at the doorway, looking back the Inn Keeper mutters “She is little more than a child …” and leaves.

Backstory #25 – My fingers freeze in my mouth

I awaken to the rustle of silk and gentle clunk of pottery. Carla kneels tower fashion before me placing a wooden platter on the floor beside her. Stretching, I sit up on the furs resting my back against the cushions.

“May this girl offer Mistress Tay breakfast?” she asks

“Yes Carla” I reply still half asleep.

She takes up a large bowl of sullage, bows her head, whispers a prayer and holds it out to me with both hands her head bowed.

I take the bowl, dip two finger into the sullage and place them in my mouth. Ohhhh this is good! The sullage is thickened with verr cream and sweetened with chopped kort and ram berries.

Carla is watching me and smiles warmly. “Carla is pleased mistress enjoys the serving.”

I stop momentary, my fingers freeze in my mouth. I look first at the empty slave ring and then at Carla with the tethering chain now slung over her shoulder.

Removing my fingers “Err!? …” I look back at the ring “How? …”

Backstory #26 - My tongue delights

Carla’s smiles broadly and jangles my chain and keys a cheeky smile, she leans forward and tethers herself back to the slave ring before reaching back to place the keys on the bench where I had left them the night before.

“Oh girl you should be punished for that, severely.”

“Yes Mistress Tay … please punish this girl.” There was a certain tease in her voice, we both know I will not, besides the tethering was more symbolic than anything else.

On the platter was a goblet of ta-grape juice which Carla knows I detest but I know she loves. There also are two thick slices of warm sa-tarna bread dripping with a thick spread verr butter.

Carla offered me a spoon. I scooped at the contents of bowl its texture smooth, rich and creamy. In my mouth the flavour is luxurious I let it rest on my tongue revelling in it dream like qualities.

Backstory #27 - Feed Girl

I realise Carla must have gone into the Pantry for these ingredients. That was dangerous, if Otta or the Inn Keeper had caught her she would have been whipped mercilessly

“May this girl fetch water Mistress Tay.”

I nod and she leans forward so I can remove the chain from her collar.

Carla graciously rises steps back three pace and, taking up the basin from my bench, leaves the room.

I sit back languishing over the succulence and texture of my breakfast.

Returning a little later, Carla replaces the basin along with a clean folded rep cloth on the bench, wisps of steam rise from within the bowl. She kneels before me looking expectantly at the bowl in my lap – I look at her then back to the half empty bowl, hesitate, cling it closer possessively to my belly.

Carla frowns in disappointment. I laugh and place before her “Feed Girl. Feed Carla.”

Backstory #28 - The Slave Kiss

Pulling the wash basin from under the bench Carla dutifully kneels, tower fashion, waiting for me.

I reluctantly step into the basin. Carla pours warm water upon me I shudder as it spills across my shoulder to envelope the rest of my body leaving a residue of the aromic bath oils. I am not comfortable with this daily washing it is unhealthy strips the skin of its natural essence, however, this morning the delightful odours of the bath oils and the feel Carla’s touch as her hands stroke and pad at my body seems most pleasurable.

“Mistress Tay is beautiful.” She reassures me. “She is a woman now … no longer a child.”

I smile. I go within myself seeking the woman, what am I looking for? How does a wom….

“Gasp! Ohhh!” My back arches and knees grasp at Carla's arm trying to stop her as it withdrawing from the slave kiss.

The feeling … the power … the need …. the woman I seek erupts … with such force I am breathless.

Backstory #29 - I have a visitor

“Tay needs a Master.” Carla says, she reaches for rep cloth body sheet.

“I do not! I am not a slave!” my body still howled in anguish and unrequited need.

"Girl! How dare you!"

Carla, ignoring my indignations holds the unfolded cloth to me.

“Mistress Tay, There is slave within us all.”

“I am free! Girl!.” Angrily snatching the sheet from her “How dare you!? A collared slave. A beast of labour. A pleasure object for use of others.”

“Yes mistress.” She says trying to assist me to tie the sheet …

Abruptly she moves away and kneels in the corner away from me.
“Greetings Master.”

Inquisitively I turn to find Braggs standing in the doorway.

Instinctively I pull the sheet against my chest aware that it rides high on my thighs.

”What are you doing!” I am perplexed

Stepping backwards out of the basin till my back is against the wall away from the mirror.

“Go away!”

Braggs is about 17 years old, a large boy for his age.

Backstory #30 - A beautiful object

Braggs steps forward and grasps my shoulders with rough textured hands, hands of a works man, the texture of which is surprisingly pleasing against the scented, freshly bathed skin; texture that rekindle the subsiding needs within my belly.

“Tay, you were upset last night, I wanted to … well …” He leans forward and gently kisses me on the cheek.

Then as if only now recognising my state of dress steps back red faced. I wish he wouldn’t – my body is saying come back, don’t go, stay, touch me, touch me Master touch me!

Turning from me he gropes within his pocket and extracts a roughly wrapped packet and holds it to me. Reaching for it the rep cloth fall from my body but he leaves without looking back.

I stand silent and naked staring after him, only looking down at the package when Carla lifts the rep cloth against me and ties it neatly about me. The package contains a simple little shell anklet the type found on any market stall but it is beautiful.

Backstory #31 - Get Out!

I look at Carla who now kneels before me watching with eyebrows raised …

Kicking her I shout “Get Out! Get Out!”

Carla hastily rises and makes for the door picking up the used breakfast platter on the way. At the door she kneels again towards me, acknowledging me with a hesitant smile.

I stand for a moment staring at her then; we both burst into a fit of the giggles.

---(to be continued)