“Exactly. Everything you see today will more than likely be in your future. Now, we can’t say for sure. Some of you may not make it to the end,” she added, hitting a button. The conversation picked back up between X and the Collector.
“How long have you been a kajira?”
“For a long time now, Master. Years and years.”
“Kajiras do not need fancy clothes, do they?”
He waited for her to catch on. I wouldn’t say her simple dress was fancy, but it was prettier than the one she normally wore. I wondered if it was done on purpose. She looked confused and hesitated.
She stood, took off her shift, and went straight back into position. Her most intimate part was on full display. He stepped closer, his groin at the level of her upturned face. He locked eyes with her as he pulled down his pants.
“Show the girls how a proper slave whore sucks her Master.”
She moaned and licked and kissed him. She went to use her hands, and he slapped them away and told her to use her mouth only. Immediately, she obeyed. He put his hands on either side of her head and guided her.
“Now, what is she doing wrong?” the instructor asked, and the girls remained silent.
It was another coordinated effort. X knew how to please a man, but our instruction wouldn’t be complete if she didn’t “forget” now and then.
I said, “The angle isn’t right. She needs to adjust her position in order to extend her neck so she can align her mouth and throat so he can get more in.”
“Very good, Spring,” she said with a smile.
X adjusted her position, and he slid all the way down her throat.She was now making slurping sounds that were mixed with moans of pleasure. Fake or real, I’d never know. She shook as she sucked on him, and he let her for several minutes before he made her stop.
“What are you?”
“An uncollared slave whore, Master.”
“Not for long. Now tell the girls what a slave whore does?”
“Serves her Master totally and completely, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.”
“And you wish to wear my collar?”
“Yes, Master, a slave whore would be honored to wear your collar—to become your property. Do with me as you please.”
Not a one of us believed she wanted to wear his collar, but what choice did she have. And for that matter, what choice would we have?
“Belly,” he commanded, and she complied.
He kicked her legs apart, further displaying her to us. He pulled his pants off and took her from behind. She cried out. It seemed in both misery and delight. It was so confusing seeing and hearing them.
My face flushed as she squirmed and jerked beneath him. He held her pinned to the floor, and I couldn’t think about anything other than how rough it must have felt on her front side.
He had a hold of her hair, and he wasn’t gentle with her. She continued to whimper and moan under his assault. He rutted and then tensed up, his face contorted weirdly. I got nervous thinking X did something wrong and was going to be in trouble. But then he roared and pulled out, and fluid shot out from his member, coating her back.
I relaxed, letting out a long breath of relief, knowing she wouldn’t be beaten. She’d done a good job this time and pleased him. From the look on his face, he felt the same. The Collector wasn’t done, though. He had more to show us. He stood in front of her, calling her to her knees. He thrust his penis toward her mouth. He was not hard anymore, so it hung limply.
“Clean me,” hedemanded.
When he was satisfied with her efforts, he stood up, put on his pants, and yelled, “Heel.”
She scrambled into position, shaking. He walked toward the far wall. She stayed close, following him. There were numerous metal rings protruding from the wall, and a rack along it held all the whips, restraining devices, and implements used for torturing and inducing pain.
“Kneel, whip position,” he ordered her, pointing to where he wanted her to stop.
He grabbed a five-strapped Gorean slave whip, and I sucked in my breath. We’d read about them and seen them used on other women in videos but never in person. A sick feeling settled in my stomach, and by the pinkies that brushed against mine, I wasn’t the only one.
