The Orange Door Ch. 02

I awoke to my Master gently shaking me awake. I did not even pause a moment before I planted a sincere kiss on his lips. That caused him to smile. We spoke very quietly so as not to wake Betrah, who was still wrapped about me, a blissful smile on her lips.

Carefully I untangled myself and took my Master's hand. I followed him back to his room. I knew exactly what he wanted and I gave it to him unhesitatingly and as passionately as I could possibly muster. With the promise of perhaps more nights like the one I just spent tantalizingly in the future I suppressed my every innate distaste and preformed like a champ. The smile on my Master's face once I was finished was as luminous as Betrah's had been the night before. Later we showered together and were seated at breakfast when Betrah sheepishly exited from my room into the Master's chambers.

Her hair was a bit disheveled and she had trouble at first meeting the eye of myself and my Master. He took the lead,

"Good morning Betrah. You have done very well. I trust that you might be amenable to a repeat performance sometime in the future?"

Betrah looked at me then at my Master and then nodded.

"Well then girl, where would you like to serve?"

"Master I am very partial to animals, may I work in your stables? I would love to tend to the bachtrains."

Bachtrains were animals that vaguely resembled a sheep or a goat. They were used to mow the lawns of the manor. Apparently they were fairly inoffensive beasts who were used for little else since they tasted terrible. A very tasty cheese was made from their milk however.

My Master thought for a moment and said, "While that is ordinarily a male slave's work I suppose I could allow you to do the task. I will give you a probationary period. If you do a satisfactory job for a month the task becomes yours permanently. Now you have earned yourself a day off. Return to the slave dormitory and report to the stables tomorrow morning at first light."

Betrah curtsied and gave my Master a grateful thanks and left the room as though she were walking on air.

My Master watched her leave and then turned to me. "Delam, once we are finished eating , you will be returned to your chastity device. Much as I would like to trust you, I have no doubt that, left to your own devices I would soon catch you screwing the maids or even jerking off without my permission. I own you Delam, EVERY part of you belongs to me. I decide when and how every part of you is used. Your wants do not matter, you are to serve me entirely. Is that clear?"

I slid to the floor and prostrated myself before my Master. It was a slave's symbol of complete submission and agreement with a master..

"Very good Delam. Now come here and kiss me, then we are going to take in some exercise. I so enjoy watching you swim."

It had felt so good to be free my chastity device. I would treasure and nurse the memory. At the pool both the master and I swam. He was nude. He liked me to keep fit and attractive for him. Once I realized that everything was out of my control relaxing and let him do what he wanted became increasingly easy. He loved to coat me with oil and have me brown under the triple suns as we shared a large chaise lounge and I sucked him off. For the next span of time my life consisted of keeping fit, pleasing my Master and reveling in the wonderful food and wine we shared. I was as content as possible.

Sometimes I would pass Amber. She was always wearing very fine, form-fitting dresses. The dresses were longer and much more modest than the slave attire she once wore but they still exposed a great deal of her shapely legs. Amber was now in charge of the female slaves. She seemed to have a good rapport as she had once been one of them. Every time I passed her, I grew wistful. To my utter dejection, Amber often looked right at me without seeming to see me. I hoped that this was because of fear of Sirti or fear of my Master.

As for Sirti, I saw him often. He would discuss things with his uncle over lunch a few times a week. I think he understood that Amber and I had a history but he seemed nonplussed by it. Clearly he viewed me as no threat to his current relationship. He was civil to me mostly because his uncle treasured me so. I rarely saw Amber and Sirti together, however when I did, they appeared very happy.

How happy they really were I found out first hand. Master and I came to the pool at a time that was off our schedule. I froze at the entrance gate when my Master grabbed my collar. He indicated that I should remain silent and then I understood why. Sitting by the pool were Amber and Sirti stark naked. Amber's lovely red ringlets caught the sunlight as her head glided up and down as she sucked on her new husband's cock. I had an unobstructed view. I was stunned by the prodigious size of Sirti's equipment, As my breath froze I saw Amber's incredible perfect ass, rise up as she mounted Sirti's huge phallus. In no time she was screaming his name and making sweet little animal sounds that she had never made for me! Sirti had quite the endurance, at last he came with a shout and Amber collapsed into his thickly muscled chest. At that moment I wanted the planet to open up and swallow me.

My master waited until the loving couple was composed before he led me through the gate and to the pool side. I am positive that Amber and Sitri had no idea that they had been observed. I tried to hide my emotions but I frowned massively when Master briefly removed my chastity device so he could coat me with oil over every inch of my skin. Sirti eyed me up and down and gave me the same pathetic, mocking look I had received in locker rooms all my life. I realized that the only reason he did not laugh out loud was because of the presence of his uncle. Amber just appeared to be embarrassed, I seriously doubt that she ever imagined a situation where the cock of her past and the cock of her present would be in the same place at the same time. After an exchange of pleasantries, Amber and Sirti, wrapped themselves in towels and made their departure.

I watched them go. Then I held my Master tight and cried briefly into his shoulder. He seemed to understand my pain, and gently stroked and kissed me. I sucked him off but he could tell that my heart was not in it.

"Delam, will you be in a better mood tomorrow if I summon Betrah to your quarters this evening?"

"Master I would greatly appreciate that and I will give you anything you ask for tomorrow and try to be the most responsive I have ever been for you." I replied.

My Master looked at me. I could tell that he found my promise dubious at best but he spoke sincerely to me in response,

"Delam, you have been very good for quite a long time. I know that this situation has made you very upset and that you need something which I can not supply. Perhaps this will help you feel a bit better as well; I have written my will, Sirti and Demaha will inherit this mansion and all of my property but there is a proviso in the document granting you your freedom along with a nice stipend that will allow you to live comfortably wherever you choose. HOWEVER, that provision can easily be removed and erased. Delam, I do not want you thinking of that future or contemplating your liberation. You should focus only upon pleasing me always. To be honest my gesture is a life insurance policy for YOU. Sirti is a very good heir, but upon my death you become surplus and rather embarrassing property. I doubt that, without my influence, not even his bondmate Demaha would prevent him from selling you to the first slave trader he encountered. Delam, you are not fit for hard labor on this planet. Left to his own devices, Sirti would not sell you as a novelty, you would be shipped off to some quarry or mine, with the hardened prisoners and slaves deemed of little value, the infirm, the old, the lame. You would not last long. Delam, if I were not protecting you from the world, very bad things would happen to you."

I could tell by the look on my Master's face and the timbre of his voice that he was deathly serious. I thanked my master profusely, sucked him off a second time with much more enthusiasm and threw myself in supplication before him. He held me close, sodomized me and praised me greatly. After our idyll by the pool, we retired to his chambers and, that evening, he summoned Betrah.