Vera's Tale

"But I had to TRY. I had to prove I was a real man."

I looked at him sadly and said, "Kent, a real man knows when he is beaten and a real man carefully chooses his battles."

In response to that Kent sat glumly in the tub before his pleading eyes focused intently upon my own.

"Do you love Schwartz?"

I paused and gathered my thoughts. That was a complicated question.

"I'm not sure what I feel for him, to be honest. At the very least he is a man of his word. My obedience has brought you life. I have not been tortured or beaten this whole time. Aside from an occasional spanking, he has not laid a hand one me. You can judge the sex for yourself."

Kent tugged at his chastity cage, pointed to his collar and yelled, "You call THIS living?"

"Kent be grateful that the Master does not make YOU suck his cock. Be grateful that your ass is unmolested. I am doing everything I can on your behalf, remember that."

That conversation was many months ago. Since then Kent and I have been forbidden to converse. We communicate with our eyes and gestures. Lately, Kent's face has been one large knot of betrayal and pain. Part of me understands why. I just wish he could show a bit of happiness for me.

I am seven months along. The doctor tells me it will be a healthy baby boy. My Master is so proud and so loving and attentive. Every time that Kent scowls at my protruding belly, I take it as a personal affront. The new west wing of the house is coming along nicely and My Master orders anything I want from town. The nursery is so lovely. I will have my hands full when my bundle of joy arrives. My master hopes he has my blond hair and intelligence. Besides running the house, I will be changing diapers and nursing around the clock. My Master has promised to rent some slaves to act as maids until I am back on my feet again. With so much going on, there is no time or place for Kent.

In a gesture he certainly did not have to make, Master has left the decision of Kent's final dispensation up to me. Kent told me once that the best thing I could do for him was to let my Master kill him. I still have too much affection for Kent to do that. After talking it over with the Master, we both think that Port Noir, Cygnus Five's gay colony, is the right option. I know that Kent is not gay, but I somehow know that the men there will be kinder to Kent than my Master is. At the very least they will remove that atrocious chastity cage he's been in for over a year. If nothing else, he will be able to jerk off again. It is the only hope for pleasure that I can give him. There really isn't a better option. My Master has promised that I will be occupied in another part of the house when the slave trader arrives to pick up Kent. When he goes, I know I will feel the loss. Part of my heart will always be his, part of me will always miss him and the life we had. But that life was Vera's and I am Blondie now.