"Well, I think I will. But don't worry. You would be my own private slave; not a club slave. And I would only rarely put you in a red collar."
Chapter 8
Angela quickly got back into the routine once she was returned to the island. For the first few days, she was rarely away from Cedric's side. He kept her with him constantly and used her frequently, whether it was in his cottage or his office or on the deck of his sailboat.
On this visit, she was treated by others as more of a personal assistant to Cedric than a slave. Some even viewed her as a sort of mistress; a naked and collared mistress, but a mistress nevertheless.
"Do you think she should spend the night in the cage?" one of the masters asked Angela on her fifth day back on the island. Everyone knew that Angela was not required to kneel so she was standing naked in the center of the courtyard, facing the male.
"Can you tell me again what she did?" replied Angela. His earlier description of the girl's infraction had been pretty broken up and disjointed and the thick German accent did not help. But it seems like the girl's misbehavior had been pretty minor and that she had already been punished for it.
"She peed in the classroom," he said.
"I'm sure that she was just scared, Master," was Angela's reply. "She was only captured two days ago and was only sold last night. I am sure that the whipping she has already received has let her know not to do it again. I think that caging her will only frighten her more."
"Yes, that makes sense," nodded the master. "Thank you." And then he walked off to perform whatever duties awaited him.
He stopped after taking a few steps and turned back to her. "Oh, by the way, does Cedric ever loan you out? I would like to borrow you for a night."
"I don't know, Master," replied Angela as she felt herself blushing. "He never has. You would have to talk to him about such a thing."
"I shall," said the male. "I look forward to enjoying you for an evening soon." Then he turned back and continued on.
Angela shook her head in disbelief at the exchange. Things like this were happening with some regularity these days. She wasn't quite sure what her status was or how she was expected to behave. Within that short exchange, she was first treated as if she was a mistress and then was treated as if she was clearly a slave. She would have to talk about Cedric to figure out how to interpret all of the mixed messages she was receiving.
This truly was a confusing place. She remembered finding it thrilling during her first two visits when she was still free and was a mistress. It was also thrilling, although somewhat embarrassing during her second two visits when she was Cedric's new slave. It was thrilling but comforting at the same time. Being a slave took some getting used to but it was at least predictable. She knew where she stood and what to expect. She stood at the bottom of the totem pole and she should expect being used for sex or for other amusements.
But now, she seemed to be somewhere in between. She was naked and wore a collar so that told her she was owned. But mistresses and masters sought out her advice and almost treated her as an equal at times. And then, just as she was starting to feel like an equal, the male had made the comment about borrowing her for the night. That pushed her right back to the bottom of the totem pole.
"Master, may I ask you a question?" she asked Cedric once they got back to his cottage after the latest auction.
"Of course you may, my beautiful bird," he replied. "But you know the rules about questions."
"Yes, Master," she nodded. "Where would you like to sit?"
"It's almost bedtime," he told her. "I'll lie on the bed and you can ask away."
"Yes, Master." She watched him remove his clothes and stretch out on the bed. She straddled his hips and guided his cock into her sex as she lowered herself onto him. From their very first meeting, even before he owned her, he always required that she ride his cock during question time. She could ask as many questions as she liked but had to be fucking him the entire time.
"Master," she started after adjusting to the fullness of his massive shaft filling her so completely. "I'm getting confused. What am I?"
Cedric reached up and placed his hands over the bobbing breasts, enjoying the feel of the stiff nipples scraping across his palms. "Why, you are my property of course. What makes you ask?"
She described some of the recent interactions with masters and mistresses. "They make me feel like I'm an equal but I know I'm just a slave."
"You are a slave," he replied as he started tweaking her nipples, enjoying her little squeals and moans. "But you have never been just a slave. You should think of yourself as the first slave of the island."
"First slave, Master?"
"Yes. First Slave. In your country, the wife of your leader is called the First Lady. I am the leader here so that makes you the First Slave."
"Oh," nodded Angela as if she understood. But that explanation did not help out at all. "I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do as first slave."
"You are supposed to please me," he said as he toyed with the nipples, stretching them away from her chest. "And it pleases me when you help others. Sometimes that is helping with answers. Sometimes it might be helping in the class room. By the way, I have been receiving many compliments about the way you are assisting in the training classes."
He reached to the bedside table and picked up a pair of clamps. Then he plumped one of her breasts and placed a clamp on the nipple, letting the jaws close slowly. She sucked in her breath as she watched the clamp slowly flattening her sensitive nipple and then groaned once it was closed completely. He repeated the actions with the other nipple until both were being cruelly crushed. But she continued to bob up and down on the cock as she felt the chain that connected the clamps swaying and banging against her belly occasionally.
"What should I do if they ask me for an opinion but I disagree with what they are proposing?"
Cedric grasped the chain and lifted it, tugging the nipples upward. He truly loved the delicious orbs of flesh that he owned and he could play with them all day. Actually, he knew he could amuse himself all day with any of the girl's body parts. She was built for fun and sex.
"You should disagree with them, then," he answered.
"But won't that send the wrong message to the other slaves? And won't it also get me punished?"
Cedric laughed and gave the chain a tug, sending sharp pain through Angela's breasts and causing her to yelp. "I have already told you that you are not one of the other slaves. You are First Slave. But maybe I need to do something to make sure that is clear to everyone else on the island." Angela wondered what he meant. What would make it clearer to everyone that she was First Slave? And what did that mean anyways? She still didn't understand the whole concept.
"As for punishing you," he continued. "Nobody will punish you unless I ask them to. The masters and mistresses already know you are First Slave. It's just the slaves who need to be educated."
"Yes, Master," she nodded as she looked down and saw her nipples being stretched upward and outward. Her nipples were burning as she saw her breasts being elongated unnaturally.
"Master," she said, changing the subject. "Do you intend to loan me to others?"
He laughed again and reached up, spanking the soft lower swells of the two beautiful breasts and causing her to suck in her breath at the surprise. "I already have loaned you to others. I loan you to your family. And you just returned from a trip to England where I loaned you to that British mistress."
"Yes, Master," she nodded. "I meant do you intend to loan me to others on the island?"