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flighty_dreamsI wrote this for a comment fic thread over on ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
slavefics a few months ago, and I thought I'd just make a post for it so it didn't get lost in the bowels of LJ. Feel free to disregard as you like. I don't currently have any plans to add to it; I think it works how it stands.
Nothing much going on with me, and yet too much at the same time. How does that work?
But it has gotten warmer, so it seems spring is finally arriving. Soon enough the cherry blossom trees will be blooming. :-)
Mistress was furious.
Kneeling prostrate before her, he shuddered as she described what his punishment would be in excruciating detail. Her voice, usually as beguiling as honey, was sharp as a lash now.
“If you behave like a slut, then I shall treat you as one.”
Ashamed, he trembled, regretting his transgression. He knew he deserved punishment, but this?
When her tirade was finished, she chained him up and left him, knowing the wait would be almost as distressing as the punishment itself.
The following night he found himself displayed before the court, as she’d promised. The Duchess’ prized personal slave, specially trained from childhood and with exotic looks that commanded a high value, he’d never so much as had his arms bared before them.
Now he was naked and in chains, kneeling on a small platform in the corner, all of him exposed to the entire court. His knees were spread as ordered, and a chain leash hung from his collar, as if he were a common slave. Another taut chain ran from the back of his collar to the chain binding his arms behind him, preventing him from bowing his head. As Mistress had ordered, he must watch as the nobles and their slaves ogled and sneered at him, gloating over his disgrace.
Always before, he’d been his Mistress’ beloved pet, who no one would dare touch for fear of her wrath. Tonight, his obvious state of disfavor sent a message: they could be as free with their hands as they were with their eyes.
The nobles responded eagerly, happy to embarrass him. They fondled and petted and tormented him, the passage of so many hands upon his skin making him feel unclean. All the while his Mistress sat across the banquet hall, not paying him any attention. Tonight, he was nothing to her.
The tears of shame that longed to fall he repressed, knowing such weakness would displease her. He could not risk incurring any more of her ire, not if he hoped to keep this a one time occurrence.
It was the longest evening of his life. His back ached from its arched position, as did his neck and limbs. He longed for his Mistress to come and fetch him, bringing the punishment to an end.
Another pair of hands, belonging to an old letch of a baronet, pinched his nipples before sliding lower, reaching between his spread legs to squeeze his balls painfully. He bit his lip, stifling a whimper.
His eyes sought his Mistress, as they had every time someone had abused him tonight, hoping she would see and put a stop to it. This time she was no longer at her table, and his pulse quickened with hope. He found her striding across the room, her green skirts swirling about her, but she headed for the door without sparing him a glance.
The thought of her leaving him like this terrified him. How much more daring would they be if she were gone?
To his relief she stopped near the door, speaking to a lord he knew she was good friends with. He kept his eyes on her, striving to ignore those who passed by to leer at or torment him.
She spoke with several more people before at last coming for him. It was not only respect that made him cast his eyes down rather than meet her gaze; he was filled with shame.
She grabbed his leash, tugging on it. On his knees still he shifted to the edge of the platform, struggling to get off of it with his arms bound and a short length of chain connecting his ankles. She steadied him with a hand on his shoulder, helping him down. His legs were numb from kneeling for so long, and she allowed him a minute to recover.
He followed his Mistress out of the banquet hall, his face flaming as their passage drew murmurs from those around them. With his legs chained he was forced to take small steps, but thankfully his Mistress did not walk too fast. Body aching from hours spent in that position, he was simply glad the punishment was over.
When they reached her rooms, she led him directly to the bath. She left him standing beside it as the water heated, returning a few minutes later, having changed out of her gown and into a robe. A fresh spark of shame stabbed at him, knowing that his disgrace had prevented him from assisting her as he usually did.
She unlocked his chains, letting them fall to the floor. The pain of circulation returning made him grimace, and he barely stifled a cry. He bowed his head, too mortified to look at her.
She massaged his sore arms before finally speaking. “Get in the tub.”
He obeyed, eager to remove the stench and feel of those numerous questing hands. To his amazement, she washed him herself, pouring water over him and scrubbing him clean. He remained passive and quiet, savoring her touch as he had no one else’s.
It was only as she finished rinsing him that she spoke again. “You bore your punishment well.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” he replied, grateful for the praise. But remorse swamped gratitude, and he ducked his head. “I’m so sorry, Mistress, truly. I-”
“Shh,” she said, putting a finger to his lips. “There is only one thing I want.”
He risked a glance at her face, apprehension filling him. However, the possessive gleam in her eyes eased his fears.
“Don’t make me do that again.”
slavefics a few months ago, and I thought I'd just make a post for it so it didn't get lost in the bowels of LJ. Feel free to disregard as you like. I don't currently have any plans to add to it; I think it works how it stands.Nothing much going on with me, and yet too much at the same time. How does that work?
But it has gotten warmer, so it seems spring is finally arriving. Soon enough the cherry blossom trees will be blooming. :-)
Mistress was furious.
Kneeling prostrate before her, he shuddered as she described what his punishment would be in excruciating detail. Her voice, usually as beguiling as honey, was sharp as a lash now.
“If you behave like a slut, then I shall treat you as one.”
Ashamed, he trembled, regretting his transgression. He knew he deserved punishment, but this?
When her tirade was finished, she chained him up and left him, knowing the wait would be almost as distressing as the punishment itself.
The following night he found himself displayed before the court, as she’d promised. The Duchess’ prized personal slave, specially trained from childhood and with exotic looks that commanded a high value, he’d never so much as had his arms bared before them.
Now he was naked and in chains, kneeling on a small platform in the corner, all of him exposed to the entire court. His knees were spread as ordered, and a chain leash hung from his collar, as if he were a common slave. Another taut chain ran from the back of his collar to the chain binding his arms behind him, preventing him from bowing his head. As Mistress had ordered, he must watch as the nobles and their slaves ogled and sneered at him, gloating over his disgrace.
Always before, he’d been his Mistress’ beloved pet, who no one would dare touch for fear of her wrath. Tonight, his obvious state of disfavor sent a message: they could be as free with their hands as they were with their eyes.
The nobles responded eagerly, happy to embarrass him. They fondled and petted and tormented him, the passage of so many hands upon his skin making him feel unclean. All the while his Mistress sat across the banquet hall, not paying him any attention. Tonight, he was nothing to her.
The tears of shame that longed to fall he repressed, knowing such weakness would displease her. He could not risk incurring any more of her ire, not if he hoped to keep this a one time occurrence.
It was the longest evening of his life. His back ached from its arched position, as did his neck and limbs. He longed for his Mistress to come and fetch him, bringing the punishment to an end.
Another pair of hands, belonging to an old letch of a baronet, pinched his nipples before sliding lower, reaching between his spread legs to squeeze his balls painfully. He bit his lip, stifling a whimper.
His eyes sought his Mistress, as they had every time someone had abused him tonight, hoping she would see and put a stop to it. This time she was no longer at her table, and his pulse quickened with hope. He found her striding across the room, her green skirts swirling about her, but she headed for the door without sparing him a glance.
The thought of her leaving him like this terrified him. How much more daring would they be if she were gone?
To his relief she stopped near the door, speaking to a lord he knew she was good friends with. He kept his eyes on her, striving to ignore those who passed by to leer at or torment him.
She spoke with several more people before at last coming for him. It was not only respect that made him cast his eyes down rather than meet her gaze; he was filled with shame.
She grabbed his leash, tugging on it. On his knees still he shifted to the edge of the platform, struggling to get off of it with his arms bound and a short length of chain connecting his ankles. She steadied him with a hand on his shoulder, helping him down. His legs were numb from kneeling for so long, and she allowed him a minute to recover.
He followed his Mistress out of the banquet hall, his face flaming as their passage drew murmurs from those around them. With his legs chained he was forced to take small steps, but thankfully his Mistress did not walk too fast. Body aching from hours spent in that position, he was simply glad the punishment was over.
When they reached her rooms, she led him directly to the bath. She left him standing beside it as the water heated, returning a few minutes later, having changed out of her gown and into a robe. A fresh spark of shame stabbed at him, knowing that his disgrace had prevented him from assisting her as he usually did.
She unlocked his chains, letting them fall to the floor. The pain of circulation returning made him grimace, and he barely stifled a cry. He bowed his head, too mortified to look at her.
She massaged his sore arms before finally speaking. “Get in the tub.”
He obeyed, eager to remove the stench and feel of those numerous questing hands. To his amazement, she washed him herself, pouring water over him and scrubbing him clean. He remained passive and quiet, savoring her touch as he had no one else’s.
It was only as she finished rinsing him that she spoke again. “You bore your punishment well.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” he replied, grateful for the praise. But remorse swamped gratitude, and he ducked his head. “I’m so sorry, Mistress, truly. I-”
“Shh,” she said, putting a finger to his lips. “There is only one thing I want.”
He risked a glance at her face, apprehension filling him. However, the possessive gleam in her eyes eased his fears.
“Don’t make me do that again.”
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Date: 2010-03-11 04:26 pm (UTC)I still want to know what he did to be slutty in the first place though? :-)
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Date: 2010-03-11 04:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-12 03:10 am (UTC)Yes!!! So... now that you're on a roll with the punishments... ;-)
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Date: 2010-03-12 03:20 am (UTC)With that attitude, I really can picture your harem of slave boys cowering in fear every time you enter the room. :P
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Date: 2010-03-12 03:24 am (UTC)*LOL* I wish that was not just a picture in your imagination :-)
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Date: 2010-03-12 03:28 am (UTC)Lol, that's freaky. As I wrote that I was thinking, "I bet she'll wish that were real!"
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Date: 2010-03-12 04:29 am (UTC)*ashamed* I am horrible, aren't I? :-D
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Date: 2010-03-12 04:48 am (UTC)And yes, you are! Those poor boys, terrified of displeasing you. But at least it's fun, right? :P
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Date: 2010-03-12 05:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-12 12:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-12 03:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-12 05:07 am (UTC)Not that I'm enabling or anything.
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Date: 2010-03-12 05:07 pm (UTC)No no, no enabling at all here...
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Date: 2010-03-12 11:41 am (UTC)Great read, I enjoyed it
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Date: 2010-03-12 05:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-13 02:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-14 12:49 pm (UTC)And yes, for once the slave was properly punished. Remember this and be satisfied. :P
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Date: 2010-03-14 10:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-16 02:11 pm (UTC)Unfortunately, I've got 3 slavefic WIPs already; I think I might have things thrown at me (or possibly get declared clinically insane) if I add a 4th. :S
Then again, my muse is er, flighty, so who knows what'll happen...
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