"Perform," he said.
"Yes, Master," I said, and performed.
I performed as excitingly and seductively as possible.
"More lewdly," he would sometimes say, "more salaciously, more lasciviously!" "Yes, Master!" I would try, and try to please him even more.
He kept me on the leash for at least twenty Ehn and, in the latter portion of this time, commanded me. It seemed as if he made me move, and posed me, in almost every way in which a strong male might desire to see a human female, and I, of course, must conform perfectly to his wishes on my leash. He even took me about the room and to his couch. He made me do such things as grind my belly against the wall of the room and throw myself, on my belly and. back, over the great storage chest, wooden and iron-banded, at one side of the room. I remember the feel of the wood and iron. Too, he permitted me, even ordered me, upon his couch, there to continue my performances. I must first, of course, kneel at the lower left side of the couch and kiss the covers before being permitted to creep upon it. Then he drew me from the couch to the floor at its foot, near the slave ring. With one hand he flung covers to the floor there, on the tiles.
He then pointed to a place on the tiles, out from the covers but in front of them. "A free person has walked here," he said. "Yes, Master," I said. I then, kneeling, put down my head and kissed the indicated place three times.
I looked up at him.
"Orawi here," he said, indicating a place at his feet. I did so.
"You may now kiss my feet," he said.
I did so.
"You may now beg to be used as a slave," he said. "I beg to be used as a slave, Master," I said.
"Lie there," he said, indicating a place by the covers, the slave ring, "on your back."
"Yes, Master, " I said.
He then knelt near me, and took the leash and tied about the slave ring. He left some four or five feet of lei between the collar ring and the slave ring. That would al. him the slack he might need to move me about if lie with kneeling me, say, with my head down, or throwing me to side or belly.
He then knelt across my body and held my hands, by Wrists, helplessly down, above and to the sides of my head.
"I greet you, Lady Sheila, Tatrix of Corcyrus," he said.
"Greetings, Master," I said.
"Struggle, squirm, attempt to escape," he said.
I struggled briefly, predictably futilely. "I cannot escape" I said. "Are you in the power of a man?" he asked.
"Yes, Master," I said.
"Completely?" he asked.
"Yes, Master," I said.
"You are completely in the power of what man?" he ask "I am completely in the power of Miles of Argentum" I said.
"Long have I dreamed of having you in my power, said.
"Yes, Master," I said.
"Are you the woman who begged to perform on a leash and then so performed?" he asked.
"Yes, Master," I said.
"You did well," he said.
"Thank you, Master," I said.
"As I recall," he said, "you also begged, kneeling, and a kissing my feet, to be used as a slave."
"Yes, Master," I said.
"It will be done with you as you requested," he said.
"Thank you, Master," I said.
He then released my hands and, changing his position, knelt on my right. He then began to touch me, artfully and deftly. After a moment or two I realized I would not, eventually, be able to resist him, eyen if he were to give me permission to try. His hands were sure. He knew what he was doing. It was only a matter of time. I lay there, helplessly, and felt my slave reflexes beginning to be triggered. I bit at the covers. I saw that he intended that I would yield to him as a sobbing, pleading, subdued slave. In this I saw that I was to be given no choice.
"You are very lovely, Lady Sheila," he said.
"Thank you, Master," I said.
"And you have the reflexes of a female slave," he said. "Yes, Master," I said. "Thank you, Master."
I did not think it would be long now. I suddenly jerked back my body from "his touch.
He had made it so sensitive. He did not cuff me, nor chide me, but, too, he did not give me quarter. He continued, not hurrying, patiently, relentlessly, with the process of reducing me to a man-dominated, orgasmic, conquered female slave. He now held me, his left hand at the small of my back, in place.
I gritted my teeth. What men can do to us, I thought, angrily. Then I wanted only to feel, beggingly, piteously.
Then again, desperately, I strove to resist. The high, black, leather collar cut at the bottom of my chin.
I could feel the tiles beneath the covers. I had not been granted the dignity of the couch's surface I would be had at its foot, by the slave ring.
I squirmed. I looked at the slave ring. The leash on my. neck ran to it, and was tied to it.
I was leashed!
I felt his hands.
I must resist! I must resist!
"Oh, please, Master," I wept, "let me yield to you as a conquered slave!" "I beg to yield to you!" I wept.
"In time," he said. "In time."
The beast! The beast! I would show him! I would resist him! I would refuse to feel! I would not let him do this to me!
"Please have pity on me, Master!" I cried. "I acknowledge that I have been conquered. I am vanquished! I am now yours, and as you want me, as a slave, fully! I beg now only to be permitted to yield to you abjectly and shamelessly. Let me tender to you now the helpless surrender of an orgasmic slave!" Who was it who cried out so shamelessly, so helplessly and brazenly for a master's mercy? And I realized that she who cried out was I.
"Please, Master"' I whimpered, sobbing, surrendered wholly then one with myself, and. wholly at his mercy "Please, Master. Please!"
"Does Lady Sheila, the lofty and proud Tatrix of Corcyrus desire to yield to me as a slave?" he asked.
"Yes, Master," I moaned. "I beg it! I beg it!"
He then entered me suddenly and fiercely.
I clutched him.
"Please!" I whispered.
"Not yet," he said.
After a few minutes I again begged for his permission to yield. "Not yet," he said. I moaned. He, by varying hi rhythms and movements, brought me again and again to the point of yielding, and then stopped short, letting me go back a greater or lesser distance, and then bringing me forward, one speed or another, again. In this he not only showed h power over me but took much pleasure from me.
"It is pleasant to enjoy the Tatrix of Corcyrus," he said.
"Yes, Master," I sobbed, bitterly.
Yet I could not deny that he was forcing me, too, to experience much pleasure, its nature and amount depended completely on his will.
A quarter of an Ahn must have passed.
Then again, for I do not know what time, he brought if to a point of almost unbearable tension.
"You may now yield, Lady Sheila," he said, "as you have begged, as a slave." "Thank you, Master!" I cried, and threw my head back elation and gratitude, and freed myself of feeling, and, as He mastered me, cried out my slave's submission to him.
Afterwards he stood up and looked down, regarding me "It is pleasant to have had the Tatrix of Corcyrus," he said.
"Yes, Master," I said. I lay, had, at his feet.
He then crouched down, next to me, and rolled me ton stomach. He then jerked my hands behind my back and casually braceleted me. "You will spend the night braceleted," He Informed me. "Yes, Master," I said. He then shackled my left ankle and chained me, by means of it, to the slave ring at the foot of his couch. He then unlocked the leash collar and freed me of it and the leash. These articles, with the key, he then replaced in one of the chests at the side of the room. He then took most of the covers and threw them back on the couch. He did, leave me a sheet on the tiles. I lay on half of it. The other half, folded, he threw over me. He then retired.