This particular piece I am about to read is fourth in a series I have written from the point of view of a male slave. Each story is independent of the other although they all start with the slave in his cell, waiting to be called upon by his mistress. The others before this were titled Choice, Chosen, and Dinner and they can be found on the Confessions blog or you can ask me for copies later.
Tonight's piece is titled Owned Part 1 (yes it is a two part installment!)
I awoke with a start; fear surging through me, making my heart beat wildly. Where was I? What am I doing here? I looked around frantically in the dark trying to get my barrings. Slowly my mind began to work and focus. I begin to list the things I did know. I was in a darkened room, lying on a cot. I was naked except for this piece of metal around my neck. A collar. With that single phrase, everything came flooding back. I knew exactly where I was and why I was there. I belonged to Her. I was waiting in my cell for Her to need or want me. Like a dog listening for something moving in the bush, I lifted my head and focused on trying to hear Her familiar heel clicks on the stone floor outside my cell.
There was movement in the hall but it didn't sound like Her. I slipped from my cot and knelled on the cold floor as instructed anyways. Last thing I needed was to anger Her for not obeying. I held my breath and kept my eyes lowered to the floor as I heard the lock on my door being disengaged. Light flooded the room for a moment before it was mostly blocked by a large form casting a shadow over me. It was not Her like I hoped. Fear surged through me once again making me sweat despite the chill of the room. Who was this and what did he or she want? The form moved into my cell and was quickly followed by another equally large one. I tried to swallow but my mouth had gone dry. What did they want with me? What was going to happen? My mind raced with questions and possible answers. Each one worse than the other, scaring me more and more. Was She tired of me? Was I being released and sent on my way?
The forms that I now recognized as Her constant bodyguards moved toward me and between the two of them, easily lifted me by my arms and started to carry me out of the cell. I opened my mouth to protest and demand to know what was going on but something in the look on their faces told me it was a waste of time and probably would end up with me being in a whole world of trouble and pain. They carried me down the hall toward the room I knew as the dungeon and I almost sighed in relief when it looked like they were going to take me there. I had to suppress a gasp of surprise and fear when they turned away and headed down a hallway I had never been down before. As we ventured further and further, noise that I could not immediately make out could be heard. As we got more and more toward the end of the hall, I was able to figure out it was voices; a man and a woman. I could now see an open door at the end of the hall where no doubt the noise was coming from. Curiosity was starting to win over my fear.
I listened intently and it soon became apparent that the female voice was Her but I was not prepared for what that voice was doing. My eyes went wide, trying to make sense of what I was hearing. Pleasure. The noises She was making were ones of pleasure. My eyes went even wider when the male voice gave a responding low moan of pleasure and not pain as I would have expected. I looked up at my companions to see if I could read from their faces what was going on but they were stone still and offering no hints as always.
We stopped at the open door and my escorts forced me to kneel and wait. From this spot I could see partly into the room which has become fairly obvious is a bedroom. I could make out two figures on a large bed and it took me a moment to realize that I was not really looking into the room but instead seeing a reflection of the room. I was looking at a wall that was one big mirror. I watched fascinated, trying to reconcile the sounds I was hearing and the image in the mirror. Her naked back and ass rose and fell rhythmically as it occurred to me that She was straddling a lucky man, riding him for Her pleasure. I knew I shouldn't watch this imitate exchange but I could not lower my eyes or turn away. Her movement and the sound of Her voice keep my attention.
I continued to watch as She fucked the unknown man, growling on occasion that he belonged to Her... that he was Her slut to use for Her pleasure... that he was to stay hard and not to cum... that he was nothing but a sex toy for Her pleasure and Her pleasure alone. I could feel my face flush with not only embarrassment at witnessing this scene but also because I was highly aroused, imagining myself as that boy. Oh the honour of being used like that. I marveled at the other slave's control. I don't think I could do it and I could hear the strain of trying to hold back in his voice each time he answered Her with, "Yes Mistress".
She growled and cried out as her movements became more erratic. It was obvious She was about to climax. My eyes stayed glued to the mirror as Her back arched, Her head threw back and everything seemed to stand still for a moment. Even though I could not see Her face, I could just imagine how magnificent She looked. How I would have loved to witness this moment with being able to see Her face. I wondered if the pleasure was visible on it or if She was always that controlled that you could not see it. And just as quickly as the moment happened, it was over. I watched as She unceremoniously moved off Her partner. When he gave a corresponding groan at being left so hard and unsatisfied, She quickly slapped his face, reminding him harshly that he was only there for Her pleasure, not ever his.
She moved away from the bed, picked up a dark silk robe and slipped into it but did not secure the tie at the waist. Instead it hung open and offered glimpses of Her body as She moved. She sat at a vanity and began to brush Her hair before She drawled, "Bring him in and take this one away now." My face heated again in embarrassment at Her knowing that I just witnessed her exchange with the other slave. My escorts immediately lifted me into the room and secured my collar to a chain attached to the floor. I immediately knelled and put my hands on the back of my neck as I have been instructed to do always in her presence. I kept my eyes on the ground as I heard the guards undo the other slave from the bed and drag him out of the room.
To be continued....
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