The Paga Diaries (41)

 

41 Sharing Mena

“Brand,” Mirus said to Mena, who was kneeling in nadu next to me.  She looked at me confused and then at Mirus.

“Must a command be repeated slave?” he asked firmly.

“No Master! This slave does not know that command.”

“Rise up on your knees, keeping them spread wide. Now extend your left leg out. Pull the hem of your tunic high up above your brand, displaying it to me,” he said. She complied quickly, following his instructions immediately as they were given.

“The brand is still fresh, but healing well. The iron’s mark is permanent and beautiful, complimenting you well in your new status as kajira. Besides not learning the brand command, how does the training go Rykart?”

“It goes well. She has good effort and teaching is pleasurable,” I said.

“Assume the modality of the she-quadruped,” Mirus said to Mena.

She went to all fours and looked up at Mirus, her auburn hair covering most of her face.  ”Please forgive this slave if the position is incorrect Master. This slave has not learned this position either,” she said.

“The position is acceptable, but while in the modality of the she-quadruped, the slave never speaks, only whimpers in response to questions. One whimper for yes, two for no. Do you understand?”

Mena whimpered once.

“Also while in this modality, the she-quadruped never rises to her feet, staying on all fours during all movements. The duration of this modality is determined by the master; it may be for an ahn or several days. Do you understand?”

Mena whimpered once.

Lina walked into the room surprising me. She was naked and beautiful, and I felt a tinge of sorrow remembering that Mirus had refused to sell her to me.  She carried a tray with ka-la-na glasses, berries, cut fruits, and cheese. She placed it on the large low table that we were sitting around.  Mirus and I were sitting on floor cushions at the table.  Rimici, Mirus’s black haired, bred exotic slave was sitting  gracefully on the floor next to him.  She sat on the side of her hip, her knees together on one side and her legs in front of her. Her hand was on the floor, with her arm supporting some of her weight as she sat.  Her unique green eyes followed Lina and took notice of her brief glimpse at me when she got to the table.  Rimici then gave me a quick glance before looking back to observe Lina. 

Mirus was smiling. “Would you care for some red or white ka-la-na Rykart?” he asked.

“Yes either one, I drink what you drink,” I said, not seeing any ka-la-na or anything else to drink on the table.

“Lina, fetch both red and white,” he said, and she walked out of the room.  The room was big enough for a small banquet.  I had never been in this room. The walls were beautifully paneled with light colored wood, pine I would have thought on Earth. The floor had exquisite colored mosaics with scenes of hills, rivers, animals and skies with clouds, birds and distant men on flying tarns.  In the sky was a red sun, vaguely shaped as a five pointed star.

Lina returned with red and white ka-la-na and set it on the table.  Rimici pointed and Lina knelt in nadu, away from the table, her eyes cast down.  Mirus partially blocked my view of her.

“Has she been trained to serve ka-la-na?” Mirus asked me.

“She is trained to serve paga.”

“There is a slight difference in the ka-la-na serve. The glass, instead of the cup, is not warmed by the slave’s belly prior to offering. Lina can teach Mena if you like. But, the serve is best when the slave is nude,” he said.

“Yes, she will learn. Strip Mena and obey Lina,” I said and watched Mena remove her slave tunic.   I had spoken to Mena at length while we walked to Mirus’s massive house.  She was still a new slave and I wanted to make a good impression with Mirus, hopefully earning some recognition from him regarding the slave training I had done so far.  I wasn’t fully confident that Mena would unquestioningly obey his commands.  I told her that Mirus was a stern master, quick with the whip and intolerant of hesitant slaves.  Mena listened solemnly as I told her that it was important for both of us that she quickly obey any of his instructions.  She assured me that she would not disappoint me during this visit, which I thought would last two or three ahn. 

Lina had Mena kneel next to her and with an empty glass, she demonstrated the serve, going through the motions twice. Lina asked me which wine I wanted, and I chose red.  She slowly poured red ka-la-na into the glass and knelt before me.  She made eye contact with me and put the full glass to her skin, below her breasts and slowly slid it up between them bringing it to her lips.  She delicately kissed the glass, bowed her head and extended her hands out, offering me the drink.  Her serve was one fluid graceful motion, artistic, submissive, erotic and beautiful.  I took the cup from her hands.

Lina instructed Mena to serve Mirus, which she did, but nowhere near as graceful.  Mirus took the glass from her, raised it to me and said, “To new kajira!” I repeated his toast and sipped from the glass.  The wine was very good.

“So tell me about this auction you went to,” he said.  I told him about Atticus inviting me to witness Gorean justice, watching the Magistrate administer the proceedings.  He asked me about Mena’s crime and I told him.  I also told him about the harrowing walk through the gauntlet of public angst, and having to draw my sword as a Guardsman until we got to the slaving House of Cornelius Desneti.  He asked if I had brought her slave papers and I handed them to him.  Mena who was still kneeling before him, turned her head to look at me when he asked about the papers.

Mirus sipped his wine and read her papers.  “May I examine her?” he asked.  I wasn’t sure if he meant a medical examination as he was a physician.  I knew the slaving house physician had examined her. 

“Of course,” I answered.

“Examination position,” he said to Mena.  She stood up, spread her ankles wide, then laced her fingers behind her head, moving her elbows back which lifted her breasts prominently.  She kept her head up, but eyes lowered.  I had not taught her this position, and had called this ‘display’ when putting her through slave paces.  Mirus looked up at her from his floor cushion and told her to keep her eyes forward.  He began to read aloud from her papers.

“’The slave has been opened to men and her opening was measured to a depth of five and eight-tenths horts. The slave demonstrated immediate and pronounced physical responses to the slightest sexual stimulations applied, approaching climax very quickly. Rapid onset of slave oil was noted with observable moisture appearing as droplets. After this onset, the slave yielded to climax within three ehn when the stimulation area was moved and the intensity marginally increased. The stimulation areas are very sensitive and responsive. This slave displays extreme sexual vitality with the highest levels of measurable slave heat.’

“Her assessment is very encouraging and is typical in women with red hair. Have you found that she lives up to the characteristics of a true fire crotch?” he asked as he stood up in front of her.

“Yes,” I said, not knowing what else to say.

“The examination position is submissive and many women oil quickly after assuming it. I note her nipples have stiffened and her breathing has increased. Her skin is blushing.”

“Hair,” he said to her and she bent over putting her head to his waist.  He put his left hand in the hair behind her neck, taking hold of it.  He put his right hand on her flank, then moved it down between her rear cleft.

“Oh!” she said.

“Yes slave, do you wish to speak?”

“Please Master,” she said pleadingly.

“Please what, slave?”

“Nothing Master. This slave begs to be found pleasing.”

“Just as I thought, she is oiled for use, just from the position, and I suspect also from hearing me read her assessment, ”he said, withdrawing his hand from her ass and showing us two wet fingers.

“I imagine you have put her to much use Rykart. Have you ignited her slave belly?” he asked.

“I do not know,” I said honestly.

“She is beautiful with fine curves, you probably can’t keep your hands off of her,” he said looking at Lina. “One way to tell if the slave fires in her belly burn hot, is to stop using her for a while, and see how long it takes for her to become desperate for your touch.  How well and creative she gets when she starts to beg for your attentions. Have you gone a day yet without her use?” he asked.

“No.”

“My guess is that her fires have been ignited, even at this very early stage in her slavery. It is good for slaves to feel these fires, and learn to beg, expressing their needs to their master. These fires are another form of control and ownership, you decide when and how these needs are addressed. She will become a slave to these needs as well as your collar, and once lit they will never stop burning. Has your slave belly been ignited little fire crotch?” He asked putting his fingers back into her oil.

“Yes Master,” she said.

“Good. Resume the modality of the she-quadruped,” he said.

***

I sipped coffee for the first time on Gor, and it was nice.  It had been sweetened with a bit of honey and served to me by Lina.  Mirus and I had just finished a tiny delectable dessert of blue custard covered in assorted berries.

“Has Mena been put to use by any other men since her collaring?” He asked.

“No,” I said, wondering where he was going with this conversation.

“I know it is common for Earthmen to be very possessive of their women. Possessive to the point that they keep their women to themselves, refusing to share them with their friends. This behavior is not normal among Gorean men however. Goreans are proud of their possessions and are eager to share them with friends, gifting their use generously as a sign of friendship and respect. I know this is foreign to you and I respect you. I want you to consider sharing Mena with your friends, offering them her use and becoming more Gorean.

“This practice is also good for the slave, exposing her to the needs of other men, the differences men want in their pleasures will broaden her knowledge and pleasuring skills. The kajira should not grow to expect that they will only be pleasing their master, but know she must please any man she kneels before.

“I have enjoyed our evening, your company and seeing your auction purchase. Mena is a high quality animal with fine potential, possibly becoming worth the two silver tarsks you paid for her. The discussions we had at dinner helped me to get to know you better. Your Gorean is improving. I encourage you to pursue your interest as a Tarnsman and also the sword training if the noble caste of Warriors calls to you. I hope you will consider the possibility of seeking admission into the caste of Builders as well. It is the safest of the three and probably the most financially rewarding. I would pay generously to have another Builder in my employ.

“Before you go, I want to offer you an extension of my hospitality with an invite for you to stay the night in my home and delay your return trip until morning light. If you decide to stay, I propose, only if you are comfortable, that we trade slaves for the rest of the night as a gesture of friendship and respect.”

The offer took me by surprise and I didn’t know what to say.  How did he know that men of Earth were uncomfortable sharing women?  Had he been to Earth?  And he called me an Earthman versus a barbarian. 

Mena crawled to me and began to kiss my feet, seeking permission to speak.

“You may speak,” I said to her, and looked at Mirus who looked like he had been interrupted.

“This slave begs to please you tonight Master. This slave will make you forget about any others. This slave begs to not leave your side Master. Please don’t trade me tonight Master!” she pleaded.

Mirus was right, I didn’t want to share Mena.  I did feel possessive about her and my training of her.  I knew Mena was terrified, and I wasn’t thrilled about sharing her now, and not for the entire night.  I should have been mad at her pleading, but I wasn’t, even though a better trained slave would not have begged this way.  This felt like a test and I did not want to fail it.  I liked Mirus and he had done much for me, I didn’t want to disappoint him.  I wanted to become Gorean.

“Yes, I accept offer to stay. You are most generous, thank you,” I said.

“Good.  Now you get to pick which slave to serve you tonight. Rimici, strip and kneel before Rykart.  Lina, kneel next to her,” he said.

Rimici wore a silky green slave tunic that was tailored for her body.  I watched her gracefully pull the end of green lace that loosened the knot on her shoulder and remove the garment from her perfect body.  She was like no other slave, somehow displaying an aura of dignity and confidence, even when naked and collared.  Her slim shiny silver collar encircled her delicate neck, glistening with small green gemstones that matched her eyes. 

She was taller than me by a hort.  Her legs were long and slender, leading up to wonderfully flared hips that framed an exquisite love cradle.  She had a flat stomach and a narrow waist; her womanly curves were perfectly proportioned and her breasts, slightly upturned and pointy, were full and prominent.  Her skin was olive or very light brown, like many Italians on Earth, and her hair was long, jet-black, with slight curls.  She had captivating green eyes and a provocative smile created by unusually full red lips, superbly shaped and inviting.  She was stunningly beautiful, her body a work of art, an exotic bred to perfection.  She knelt in nadu before me and smiled. 

Lina knelt in nadu next to her and smiled as well.  Her golden blond hair came down in curls to the top of her breasts, which were firm and the same size as Rimici’s but with large areola and thick nipples.  I looked into her blue eyes, searching for any trace of a connection between us.  They sparkled as my look became prolonged.

This was another test by Mirus.  He was curious to know if I still desired Lina, if I wanted her in my collar, if my feelings had changed for her now that I had my own kajira.  I forced myself to look away from her inviting blue eyes and into the eyes of Rimici, whose eyes were equally inviting.  I struggled to make a choice.  I wanted Lina because of feelings for her and I had wanted to take her away from the oppressive hand of Mirus.  But Rimici’s perfection was like an undeniable magnet, and I would regret not sampling her magnificent body in the furs.

“Rimici,” I said to Mirus, noticing Lina bow her head.

***

I awoke, alone in the furs.  Rimici must have slipped out of the guest room after I finally fell asleep.  She had been amazing; impossible for me to describe.  One could never know the true talents of a trained pleasure slave until they have been experienced.  She had brought me to heights of pleasure I had never known, taking me to the edge and then easing, slowing the pace to prolong climax.  I had no idea how she knew the exact moment to alter her rhythm, one tiny second before release.  She transitioned from one position to the next with a seamless flow; I merely followed along in awe.  The intensity of climax denial was almost maddening, a perpetual tease, a journey of wondrous, pleasurable energy exchange.  There was a mysterious connection that coursed through our bodies, an energy that pulsed between us, that she controlled and directed.  Could it really have lasted for what seemed like two ahn? 

And then she quickly had me aroused again for another round.  I didn’t know if I would have the stamina, until she took me to the hot tub near the outside swimming pool.  I had never seen the three moons of Gor together, all shining bright in the night sky.  Both of us naked in the hot tub bathed in their light as Rimici performed her magic was surreal, and is something I will never forget.  How much does a house with a pool cost in Argentum? 

Now I knew why everyone had advised me to send Mena to a slaving house for training as a pleasure slave.  She would never attain these skills under my training regime.

I got off the couch and went to the bathroom.  When I came out, I noticed Mena lying on the floor under a blanket, in a corner of the room.  As I got closer I noticed her hands were secured behind her back and a gag was in her mouth.   She woke as I removed the gag and removed the binding fiber from her hands.   I removed the leash  from her collar that had secured her to a wall mounted slave ring.  She sat up and began to sob.  I knelt beside her and put my arm around her.  

“We go now,” I said.

We left the room and were greeted in the foyer by Fen, Mirus’s teenage assistant  who said Mirus was swimming and that we could join him after we had breakfast.  I didn’t feel like staying for breakfast.  Mena followed me outside as I went to the outside courtyard swimming area. 

“Rykart, I hope your evening was as great as mine!” Mirus said from the pool.  Mena knelt next to me when he spoke.

“My evening was, it was amazing,” I said at a loss for better words.

“Are you ready for a morning swim? Great way to start the day. Bring Mena in with you.”

“You are most generous, but not today. Thank you much for everything. Your home is a prize.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to go a quick six laps?” he asked.  I didn’t feel like racing him this morning, I wanted to get Mena away and hear about her night.

“Not this time Mirus, but thank you again,” I said.

“You have done well with the training of Mena. She is a natural slave and will serve you well. But do not spoil her, she still has a lot to learn. I know you like to sleep with a kajira on your couch, but it is best in the beginning to make slaves earn such privileges.”

“Thank you for advice and showing brand and she-quadruped position,” I said and we left the courtyard and exited his mansion.  

With her hands back braceleted, she walked next to me on my left side, her leash in my hand.  We talked on the way home and I told her she could speak normal and ask questions.

“I know he is your friend Master, but he is very frightening. There is something off about him, I don’t know what it is, but it is unsettling. I did my best to please him. I think he is a man who can never be pleased. I beg Master, please leave me at home, next time you come here,” she said.

“Tell me what happened,” I asked.

“He took Lina and I into his sleeping chamber. He gave me a slave switch and told me to beat her with it. He said he was embarrassed by her clumsy drink serves. I didn’t want to hit her, but he told me he would use the whip on me and tell you in the morning how disobedient I was. I put the switch to her, but it wasn’t hard enough. He took the switch from me and showed me how hard he wanted me to swing. It was awful Master.

“Then he had me lay on my back on the floor where Lina shackled my wrists to a slave ring in the wall. He told me to spread my legs and made Lina use her tongue, umm, down there, like you did. It felt amazing and I almost yielded instantly, except he made Lina stop. He told her to continue but that if she allowed me to climax, he would whip her and send her to the hole. Several times she brought me to the peak of yielding, but she knew when to stop, denying my release. It was incredibly frustrating and exhausting.

“He made me roll over onto my knees, my hands still secured to the slave ring. He told me to present my ass to him and then had Lina insert her fingers in my wetness. I begged for release, but she knew when to withdraw, leaving me miserable. He asked me if any man had ever used my ‘backside’. I didn’t know what he meant at first. He told Lina to coat her finger in my drippings and she put her finger in my butt. Then she put in two fingers and it hurt. It was humiliating and disgusting, I begged for mercy, but she didn’t stop. She kept her fingers in there and he told her to use the fingers on her other hand in my ‘slut hole’.  She moved these fingers in and out of both of my openings. It hurt at first, but to my surprise, pain became pleasure and my body betrayed me, building once again to climax. When Lina stopped as I got close, he asked me if she should continue, making me beg for her to resume. 

“Lina repeatedly put me through wretched cycles of denial, often stopping for long pauses, letting my breathing and body calm down before starting again. Lina started another cycle and I built up quickly, finally yielding in ecstasy before she could pull her fingers out. I begged for her fingers to return, to prolong my rapture, but I heard her scream as Mirus’s whip hit her back, ruining my elation. 

“Her screams did not stop, as the whipping continued for some twenty or so lashes. He led her out of the room by her hair and then returned to me quickly, removing my hands from the slave ring. He used binding fiber to secure my hands behind my back and sat on the edge of his enormous fur covered couch, ordering me to kiss his feet, which I did for many ehn. He told me he felt you should be the first to have use of my ass, that it was important for slaves to know that all of their holes are owned and available for the master’s pleasure. He made me promise to beg you to use my ass and that he knew I would enjoy it too as I had just demonstrated.

“Then he grabbed the hair at the back of my head and put my mouth to use. He was very rough making me choke over and over. He used his cock to control my breathing, telling me that a master also controls how and when slaves breath. My mouth became sore but he did not stop. It must have been an ahn before he erupted in my mouth, making sure I swallowed before releasing my head from his grasp.

“He asked me if you allowed me to sleep in the furs with you. When I said yes, he said he thought so. He said he knew you were spoiling me and told me that tonight I would sleep bound on the floor as is befitting slaves. After a few uncomfortable sleepless hours on the floor, Rimici came and took me to your guest room. Relieved to be away from him and near you, I succumbed to exhaustion and fell asleep. Then you woke me.”

I didn’t know what to say to her.  I was mad at Mirus for his abuse of Mena and treatment of Lina.  But was it abuse?   Mena as a slave had to obey, and I could see that Mirus was training her.  I’m sure she was uncomfortable but she was not physically harmed.   Mirus would not care about her comfort and a lot of training is far from comfortable.  I thought for a while and then bought her a fruit pastry when we walked upon a street vendor.   I knew I was spoiling her and that I should keep making her eat gruel, but the pastries smelled so good, I had to share with Mena.  She knelt in the street and ate the pastry from my hand, her hands still back braceleted.