Reflections Pt. 07

Trigger warning for sexual slavery.

This is a repost. Thank you to my lovely proofreaders!

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The sun burns red and sits low in the sky - a final flash of brilliance before it dips below the horizon, painting the lush gardens and white stone walls an amber hue. Sunset is our cue to return to quarters. The desert air has begun to cool. Not knowing how many evenings I have left to enjoy the open air, I delay my return until the last ray of sun has disappeared.

I don't try to keep track of days or dates here. It doesn't matter. My fate was decided from the moment I was snatched away. I try to be present in these moments with which I am blessed and enjoy the thin veneer of freedom.

My skin is milky white - I'm not allowed to tan. I glow instead from the health of a clean diet and regular exercise.. My hair shines and bounces, tumbling in waves to my waist. The silver choker at my neck is almost weightless. My training has enabled me to enjoy things I wouldn't have before. I have no responsibilities beyond following the rules and routine - it's calming.

Between lessons and meal times, we spend our time by the pool reading, swimming and socialising. Sometimes other things, pulled straight from the laziest of male fantasies, but I don't really join in with those. I'm too shy.

Before I slipped away for a few moments outside, the scene had an underlying sense of domesticity. A large group of girls racing one another in the water. Ume, my closest companion, reading a book in Japanese, sharing a lounger with a fellow reader. A Nigerian beauty having her hair braided, then swapping spots to return the favour. But the warm feeling it leaves me with is smothered by a stifling claustrophobia, because this is all just temporary. When I creep away to watch the sun set, Ume joins me, her soft fingers entwined with mine, and we stand in silence until the last rays disappear.

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Another piece of familiarity Inhave learned to enjoy is the occasional late night visit from my former handler. Male visitors are strictly forbidden from entering our living quarters, but Hands benefits from a high rank and a certain annoying charm that lets him get away with breaking the rules he strictly enforces for others.

His visits have become more frequent of late, and a certain creeping suspicion as to why has dampened them for me. The familiarity between us allows me to push boundaries with him, and because he has to control everything around him he enjoys putting me back in my place.

"What? I'm sleeping."

He grabs my face, forcing me to look at him, his amused tone and soft eyes offsetting the pain of his grip.

"Bad little slave. Is that how you greet a Master?"

"This is quite the rude awakening.... Master."

"I don't remember giving you permission to speak, slut. You used to be so obedient - perhaps a return to basic training is what you need?"

I drop my eyes in compliance, although part of me is sorely tempted to keep pushing back - at least I could delay the inevitable. But I don't want to leave Ume. And a larger part of me is desperate for his approval.

"Present."

My body responds, purely from muscle memory at this point. His eyes are appraising as they rove from head to toe in the dim light. He brushes a stray hair from my face, and tweaks a nipple affectionately.

"You would be perfect if not for your smart mouth. Maybe I should clean it out with soap."

He drags me to my feet and into the tiny en-suite so quickly I don't have time to react. He grabs my toothbrush, and I hold my breath as his fingers brush the hand soap, before settling on the toothpaste.

"Open up, slut."

It's a strangely vulnerable, intimate feeling so I comply, part of me still not trusting that he won't decide to do a more thorough job with the soap. The act itself remains purely innocent, aside from when he tests my gag reflex and nods appraisingly when I don't react.

"All done. What do you say?"

"Thank you, Master."

"Good girl."

He smacks my ass gently, and I take this as my cue to return to bed.

"I have a gift for you. It's both a pleasure and a punishment - I think you'll like it."

He attaches two silver chains to the ring on my collar. Each chain has a clip at the end. Oh.. I've never used nipple clamps, not in my previous life nor here, and looking at them now I'm not sure why I would want to.

"I think a belt would be more fun, but I can't mark your beautiful ass. Now, stick your chest out for me."

As if I have a choice. He gives me a wolfish grin, before taking each nipple into his mouth. I close my eyes and grit my teeth, my body betraying me as it sings at the feel of his skilled tongue.

When he's satisfied, he attaches a clip to each nipple. My eyes water as he tightens them slightly, the sharp sting increasing.

"What's the matter, slut? Don't you like them?"

He knows exactly how I feel right now, and I dip my eyes to watch his cock harden as I submit to him.

"I love them, Master."

"Haven't I taught you not to lie to me?"

My body jolts as he tugs the chains.

"Yes Master, I apologise."

"Good girl. On your back for me now please."

Each movement makes my nipples throb painfully. I close my eyes, legs spread, knees up, and try to focus on the feel of cool silk against my skin.

The rough stubble of his beard grazes my ankle, his warm lips and tongue brushing against my skin, and I suppress a shiver as he begins to work his way slowly up the inside of my leg. His mouth is so gentle, so teasing, that by the time he reaches the top of my thigh I'm soaked, and desperate to be touched. The clamps still bite against my nipples, but now they pulse with a burning, pleasurable heat.

"Would you like me to keep going, little slave?"

I can hear an edge of arousal in his voice now, which only makes it burn hotter.

"Please, Master."

"Please, Master what?"

"P-please will you touch me, Master?"

My body continues to betray me, relief and pleasure soaring though every inch as he wastes no time in pressing his tongue to my clit, and the pressure is so sweet I can't help but cry out. This only encourages him to bury himself further between my legs. His fingers find my mouth, and I suck on them hard to silence myself. He slips two fingers roughly inside of me, and my hips buck of their own accord.

The more pressure he applies with his tongue, the hotter my nipples burn. My clit aches and throbs, my moans are stifled by his fingers, and I can't tell if they're from pain or pleasure. He increases the speed of his fingers and I begin to tense up around them, my body melting at his irritatingly skilled touch. He buries himself in me further, growling as he finds me wetter with each flick of his tongue. My nipples are on fire and the heat between my legs is unbearable. All too quickly his mouth and fingers are gone, and he's flipped me onto my front. The chain catches, and I'm grateful for the mattress to swallow my cries of pain.

His hands dig into my hips as he lifts me up and fills me with his hard cock. His breathing quickens and his moans of encouragement only add to the tension building in my body. Each thrust is an explosion of pain and pleasure, and I'm sobbing into the mattress, completely at his mercy. I barely register when his hands return to the clamps until I feel the sting of the air against sore, sensitive flesh, a huge rush of feeling, sweet release, and-

"Cum, now, slut! Quickly!"

His voice is little more than a growl, filled with lust and frustration, and then the tension explodes, white hot and rippling through my entire body, as I sob my release into the mattress. He loses himself completely, biting down hard on my shoulder and ramming his cock into me again and again as he finishes, then collapsing on top of me.

I'm still shaking and sobbing, overcome with sensation, so I don't think twice about melting into him when he wraps his arms around me and holds me close, with unexpected tenderness. His fingers caress my neck gently as he unclips the chains from my collar. He's held me before but never to calm me, and his whispered reassurance and gentle fingers in my hair are just what I need to soothe me to sleep.

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I wake in a sleepy haze, early morning birdsong drifting through the window. He never sticks around until daybreak, and his fingers are gently brushing my shoulder.

His expression is almost... sheepish? Remorseful? I like seeing him off-kilter, lacking his arrogant swagger. I bask in it.

"I'm sorry little one. This just won't do."

I sit up so I can see my reflection in the mirror opposite. Purple teeth marks contrast sharply with my pale skin. He looks so ruffled it's hard to contain my amusement. Our eyes meet in the mirror, and after a second he sighs, visibly exasperated.

"Ok, ask. Get it over with."

"Will I be punished for this?"

"No."

"Will you be punished for this?"

"Not punished... but frowned upon. Is the Japanese girl still in the next room?"

After a wide-eyed, wordless exchange Ume slips away to fetch our Mistress, and soon after she and Hands are having a heated discussion in fluent Arabic. Ume and I sneak little smiles at each other from our submissive positions. In a moment I will savour forever, Mistress begins slapping his hands in what can only be a scolding. Hands looks chastened, still without his usual arrogance. Nothing matters more to him than his stupid rank and status, and he knows he is not to touch the "assets."

I now have the "flu" until the mark he has left on me has time to heal, and Ume to wait on me hand and foot. I can't think of anything better than a few days alone with my beautiful Ume and the knowledge I have been able to turn the tables and teach Master a lesson.