Ribbons and Rings.

When Muse and I first returned to Buzzen, we both observed and agreed to two things which lead to our becoming writing partners; we both love old school Gor, and prefer Buzzen over other servers we have tried. We both noted the absence of Gorean activity and thought perhaps to help renew some interest in it.  We chose to write and share glimpses of our lives together; as a man and his slave living in and adapting to a primitive and barbaric era of Gorean history. We do not exist in the modern age of civilized Gor. 

Some of what we write together does seem to push the boundaries of what is considered "too graphic" by modern standards. We have both already self-censored and heavily edited everything we choose to share here publicly because we do not wish to offend anyone. 

All we are trying to do is generate some interest and activity to help keep Gor alive and thriving as well as to keep the Buzzen blogs active and interesting. Neither she or I understand where these elusive lines defining the boundaries of what is or isn't "too graphic" are.

I am asking for the opinions of anyone who reads what she and I write; is the following chapter too graphic? What went "too far" here? Seriously, we are asking because we want to help inspire more Gorean interest and activity here on Buzzen. I am leaving the comments of this blog open, as well as my personal messages; because I want to know what it is that we need to tone down for publication.

Seriously, the comments are open for your critiques. 

With this in mind, I thank you in advance for your feedback and offer for your review "Ribbons and Rings."

Adult Content Advisory. This blog contains descriptions of adult subject material which we both believe has been edited sufficiently to meet the community guidelines. Has it? You tell us.

I'm honestly asking; and I promise not to be rude in response to anyone out there who chooses to voice their opinion about anything contained here in the comments section provided for that reason.

Please; and thank you.

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Ribbons and Rings.

𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 My Master had been keeping himself occupied exploring the stronghold, examining its workings and taking stock of what we had available. There was much for him to consider, including the supplies we had already used, what would need replacing, and what provisions we would need to hunt for before setting out on the next leg of our journey. While he went about these matters, I decided to see to the chores around the stronghold, wanting to make certain everything was in order before we continued our travels.

I began in the kitchen, preparing bread and a hearty stew. I mixed and kneaded the dough until smooth, then covered it and set it near the hearth to rise. Next, I cut the meat and vegetables for the stew, added them to a large pot with broth and seasonings, and left it to simmer while I attended to the rest of my duties.

The Verr needed tending first. I checked their feed and water, replenishing both before setting about cleaning their stalls. I removed the soiled bedding and waste, carried it away, and spread fresh bedding throughout each stall. Once everything was clean, I gathered the combs and brushes and worked my way along the row, grooming each animal in turn. I worked through their coats, removing loose hair and tangles, paying particular attention to the places where dirt tended to collect. I checked each of them over as I worked, making certain they were in good condition before putting the grooming tools away.

With the Verr taken care of, I made my way to the slave pens. I began in the main room, gathering wood and kindling to light the hearth. Once the fire was burning well, I made my way to the kennel where I had slept the previous night and lit the fire there as well. I tidied the area as I went, straightening things and making certain nothing had been left scattered about.

I also took a moment to look at the ribbons. My thoughts drifted back to the attention I had received during my Master’s lesson in the pens about begging for what I wanted. I couldn’t help but glance at them a little longer than necessary, a blush creeping across my cheeks at the memory. Giving myself a little shake, I turned my attention back to the chores at hand.

I decided to clean the training room next. I gathered my cleaning supplies and began working through the equipment, removing dirt and grime before polishing the metalwork and applying oil where needed. I inspected the leather straps and bindings, cleaning and conditioning them to keep them from becoming dry or worn. Once everything had been properly tended to, I collected the branding irons, making certain they were cool before returning each one to its proper place on the rack mounted along the wall.

When I had finished in the slave pens, I returned to the kitchen to check on the stew and give it a good stir. The bread had risen nicely, so I shaped the dough into loaves and set them aside for their final rise before baking. My thoughts returned briefly to my Master and all he was examining within the stronghold. I wondered what he might find useful and what he would decide we needed to replenish before moving on. There was always preparation involved in travelling, particularly when much of what we needed depended upon what the land provided through the hunt. I would leave those decisions to him, while seeing to the things within my reach.

There was still plenty to accomplish, but the Verr were fed and groomed, their stalls were clean, the fires were lit, and the equipment had been cleaned and put away. The bread and stew were coming along nicely, and I continued with whatever else needed my attention.

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 sits enjoying the meal of stew and bread with my Master and in between bites I ask " What do the colors of the ribbons mean again my Master?” Lets my gaze form into a puzzled expression. Clearly, I had misunderstood their purpose, and I was curious now about what these colors actually represented.

S̱ƙɑɍ : they are only bits of colored ribbon girl, they mean that a man has seen fit to allow a girl to have a bit of pretty ribbon; because he has been pleased for her to have it. The colors are there for girls to choose from, and it is for men to choose the girl they wish to allow to have a pretty ribbon.

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ taking in what he said I nod with a new understanding.

* S̱ƙɑɍ I looked toward the girl and explained patiently. "In the South of Gor where it is warmer, slaves wear fewer garments. The ribbons accent a girls silks; and girls will often beg to be found pleasing merely to have a bit of something pretty to tie in their hair, or around an ankle, or waist.

𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘: So it is like a trinket for being good, or pleasing rather?

S̱ƙɑɍ: Yes, exactly so.

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 shifts her eyes downward then once more back to him

𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘: So do the girls WANT the attention such a thing would bring?

* S̱ƙɑɍ I noted her continued curiosity and casually mentioned in an intentionally offhanded way "there are fewer numbers of ribbons available in certain colors and this in a way can serve as a modest sort of indicator of value among the many of the Free as well as mong the kajirae who seek them.

S̱ƙɑɍ: I suppose sometimes they surely must. It is a manner of inviting oneself to be used

𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 thoughts returned to the ribbons, lingering on the greenish-blue one as I considered his explanation, wondering what sort of value it might represent and whether my choice had meant more than I realized.

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 gasps hearing him and I blush

* S̱ƙɑɍ I watched her color change, and mentally noted it as I then directed my eyes over her form following the lines of her shoulders, arms and hands.

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 felt the warmth creeping into my cheeks and was thoroughly annoyed with myself for blushing. I lowered my eyes briefly, then glanced back at my Master, suddenly very aware of his attention upon me.

S̱ƙɑɍ I had spent my day consumed with exploring the interior and the language of Bok'mahl. It was carved deeply into the walls of stone and many framings of timber alike by hammer and chisel. I had investigated several areas thoroughly and found a great many things of interest, some of which I had not seen in many years.

S̱ƙɑɍ I focused my attention on the meal muse had prepared and I made note of her evident handiwork in cleaning and preparing for our departure. I considered this; as well as the possibility of remaining where we are now for somewhat longer than I had ad first planned.There was more to Bok'mahl to be understood yet, and it was provided in regards to its slave training pens.

S̱ƙɑɍ After finishing our meal, I praised the apparent effort she had earnestly put into busying herself with chores; and the excellent meal she had prepared. I began to help her clean up our dining area and spoke softly with her while doing so.

S̱ƙɑɍ "you've done well today woman; I am proud of you, you have shown honor to Bok'mahl in my name. Thank you. Do you have more questions about things which you have seen here?"

𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 I thought about his question for a moment before asking the one that had been burning in my mind. “Master, is it normal to want… uumm, well, a new ribbon, even knowing how I got the last one?” I felt my cheeks grow warm as the words left my mouth, suddenly a little embarrassed by my own question. My eyes lowered, and I busied my hands by wringing them together, hoping he would not think less of me for asking. I could not help wondering if it was strange to want something that had come with such a lesson attached to it.

S̱ƙɑɍ I listened as I worked to finish the cleaning I had begun. I wondered how she planned to wear the green ribbon; I studied her silently for a long moment speaking again. "Why would that be a strange thing muse? If I desired to give you another ribbon, would that be strange to you?"

𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 “Well, no, Master, I suppose it wouldn’t be strange if you wished to give me another.” I hesitated, trying to put my thoughts into words. “But I find myself wanting things I never imagined I would enjoy. How is it that I can enjoy the lash being put to my flesh? I know what it means, I know it is not always meant to be pleasant, yet there is a part of me that finds I want it again. I don’t quite understand myself sometimes, Master.”

𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 gathered the dishes and utensils, carefully stacking everything onto the tray so I could carry it back to the kitchen. As I worked, I listened to my Master’s words, glancing over toward him now and then while I shook out the crumbs from the furs. I found myself still thinking about our conversation, curious about his answer but not quite certain how to ask all the questions tumbling around in my head.

S̱ƙɑɍ 'What color would you choose if were to allow you another ribbon? There is a fine line between pleasure and pain muse; and it is not an unnatural thing to be curious about." I turned my attention to the figures deeply engraved and darkly stained upon the walls here and there around the area of the kitchen and upon the closed wooden doors.

𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 “The one that matches your eyes would be my next choice, my Master,” I answered, blushing deeply once more. I lowered my gaze, a small smile tugging at my lips. I seemed to have developed quite a fondness for ribbons, something I never would have expected. I had never been one to desire pretty things before, never given much thought to having something simply because it was lovely. Yet now I found myself wanting them, and somehow that little realization pleased me more than I cared to admit.

S̱ƙɑɍ I returned my attention to my woman, I walked to her and took her deeply within my arms and pressed her tightly against the width of my chest. Securing her in my arms I lifted her slightly bringing her to my lips and kissing her tenderly; lingering with her a moment as my left hand slipped into her hair and slowly tightened into a fist within it before I quickly seized her lower lip between my teeth and bit her sharply. I growled, then tugged gently against her lip, before biting her sharply yet again. I released her from my teeth and spoke softly with her as my fingers tightened tugging playfully; I watched her eyes closely and turned my fist, slowly increasing the amount of twist and watching her expression change as I asked her "When does a feeling of pleasure turn to pain? When does feeling pain become a source of pleasure? How can you know these things if you do not explore them girl? Why would that be unnatural, how can that be strange? It is simply a learning experience."

𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 A small gasp escaped my lips as his teeth caught my lower lip again, my fingers instinctively curling against his chest. When his hand tightened in my hair, I felt my head tilt with the gentle pull, my eyes widening as I looked up at him. I could feel the sting in my lip, the warmth of his breath, and the firm hold of his arms around me. I swallowed, drawing in a somewhat shaky breath as I listened to his words. I gave a slow nod, my lips still parted, not quite trusting myself to speak. My cheeks were warm, and I remained tucked against him, watching his face with wide eyes as I tried to take in everything he was explaining to me my body responding naturally and helplessly.

S̱ƙɑɍ The colors of those ribbons mean nothing to you because they do not apply to you; and yet in the places where such ways are practiced, indeed ribbons are coveted. They indicate levels of training and can be used to more accurately assess a woman's worth on the auction block. They are considered by many to be a mark of prestige, of structured training, and eagerness to learn and to be pleasing in many different ways. The color speaks of the girl's ability to adapt, to grow, and her dedication to being useful.

𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 I listened to my Master’s explanation, my brows drawing together slightly as I tried to take in all that he was telling me. My fingers wandered up to the braid in my hair, gently feeling the green ribbon woven through it. I hadn’t realized ribbons carried such meaning in some places, and the thought that they could even be used to judge a woman’s worth on an auction block caught me somewhat off guard. I looked up at him, curiosity plain on my face, still trying to understand how something I had thought of as little more than a pretty adornment could mean so many different things.

S̱ƙɑɍ I released her from the grasp of my hand and cast her from the embrace of my arms as I spoke firmly. "Do your hair now as you would do it for hunting woman." I want to look at it more closely.

𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 "Yes, my Master.” I blinked at his instruction, a little surprised by the sudden change in subject, but nodded and stepped back enough to free my hands. Reaching up, I began working the green ribbon carefully out of my braid before gathering all my hair and separating it into sections. My fingers moved with the familiarity of long practice as I began braiding it back in the manner I wore it when hunting, keeping it secure and out of my way. Every so often I glanced toward my Master, wondering what exactly he was looking for as I finished securing my hair using the green ribbon to tie it off and secure it.

S̱ƙɑɍ I studied her carefully for a long moment, I noted the shape of her ears, the tip of her nose, her brows and cheeks and chin.

𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 finished securing my braid with the green ribbon, I glanced toward my Master and caught him watching me. I found myself watching him in return, curious about what he was thinking as his eyes followed my movements. I tilted my head slightly, waiting to see what he might say, wondering what he was looking for.

S̱ƙɑɍ I pulled her into my arms and spun her around, I loosened her hair and pushed her head forward quickly. I firmly sank my teeth up the nape of her neck and bit harder until the tone of her exhalation shifted from a gasp into a soft moan before becoming a squeal and then a shriek. I released her soft warm flesh from my teeth and began to rebraid her hair myself, pulling it tightly against itself before securing it again with the green ribbon.

S̱ƙɑɍ Placing my hand between her shoulder blades after severely tightening her hair, I shoved her forward and spoke firmly "to the training pens with you slave, you have much to learn.

𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 barely had time to turn before my Master pulled me into his arms and spun me around. A startled gasp escaped me as he loosened my hair and pushed my head forward. I felt his teeth sink into the nape of my neck, the pressure increasing until my breath caught and escaped in a series of involuntary sounds. When he finally released me, I remained still, trying to catch my breath as I felt his hands working through my hair, rebraiding it with firm, practiced movements. He pulled it considerably tighter than I would have done myself, and I felt the tension against my scalp as he secured the green ribbon. At the sudden push between my shoulder blades, I stumbled forward a step, catching my balance before looking back at him with wide, questioning eyes. Training pens? I wondered what he had planned for me as I turned and made my way there.

S̱ƙɑɍ I considered several factors of my woman's behavior, and for some time now I had been inclined to explore encouraging her domestication.

S̱ƙɑɍ I told myself there was no better time than the present to begin tuning her mind more to my own liking while in camp. I began by introducing her to something new immediately simply by whistling for Nu'nuqi who soon joined us at my right side and began to follow as she made her presence known to herd the woman along. Once as Muse walked ahead of us her feet had wandered too carelessly in her direction for Nuqi's liking, and along the woman's thigh flickered the warm wet forks of a thick black tongue; the subtle reminder of the sleen's careful observation.

S̱ƙɑɍ I was pleased with the sleen and appreciatively scratched the luxuriously furred nape of her neck as we moved. Nuqi's domestication and usefully was growing as quickly as her long and well muscled body itself was.

S̱ƙɑɍ Intentionally I allowed the sleen to coax the woman along more quickly than her usual gait; I wanted the woman to feel crowded by the animal who so readily harried her along, silently reassuring my slave of her imminent destruction if the command were given.

S̱ƙɑɍ Following Muse into the training pen, this time I did not bother with closing or locking the iron gate; intentionally I left the gate standing open, and it was within the opening between the gate posts that I motioned for Nuqi to stop. A few paces further as we approached the display of ribbons, I took the woman's braid in my left hand and gripping it firmly I stopped her with a firm tug of it upwards. Maintaining the tension of the lift, I used her hair as a leash and turned her round about myself on the tips of her toes to face the sleen.

I stood silently behind the woman, maintaining the tension on her hair so that she was forced to stand and squirm upon her tiptoes for balance as the two of them watched each other. I watched the magnificent beauty who stood within the opening of the gate; I saw her eyes focus and their third lids narrow upon the woman, her black tongue flickered along her frilled and retracting black lips to reveal the glistening ivory hint of long, thick and eager fangs.

S̱ƙɑɍ With my right hand I motioned for Nuqi to be seated, and watched with great pride and much joy as she obeyed and folded herself onto her haunches. I released the woman's hair, allowing her to distribute her weight fully upon her feet again.

S̱ƙɑɍ I spoke softly by my slaves ear "you would not make it to where she sits, she would be upon you the moment you fled beyond my reach." Stepping in close behind her and using my hands upon her hips I guided her back against myself and wrapped her securely in my arms, speaking softly by the helix of her ear "Have you chosen your ribbon kajira?"

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 swallows nervously a shiver racing down the length of my entire being and softly I say, "The one that is the same color as your eyes my Master."

* S̱ƙɑɍ I kissed the nape of her neck tenderly while whispering softly asking "Why should you have another ribbon Muse?" My hands tightened upon her waist, I pushed her head to the left as my teeth sought and seized the lobe of her ear firmly.

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 eyes shift to the sleen at the entrance while I shivered at the tenderness of his kiss, only to gasp softly when his teeth caught my earlobe, breathlessly I answer, "Because it pleases you to do so my Master?"

* S̱ƙɑɍ I held her close and slowly feasted upon the soft warm curvature of her throat; a flicker of tongue, a rake of my teeth, and the lingering caress of my lips explored its graceful length. ̱I growled softly and bit her tender skin more sharply. "Why is it going to please me to give you this ribbon?

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 tilted my head slightly to give him better access, a soft shiver running through me as his lips and teeth moved along my throat. I leaned back against him, a soft whimper pouring forth as I all but writhed in his grasp, he was making it hard to think let alone speak but I managed to blurt out; "I do not know my Master, I was just hoping you would be pleased to do so." a moan slides forth now at the sharper bite on my throat.

* S̱ƙɑɍ My hands moved slowly along her form, large and calloused hands stroked the soft flesh along the length of her arms, until at last my hands closed with her for a moment, our fingers laced as I spoke in a soft whisper "I love you; but I will not pity you. What happens next, you have brought upon yourself with your own tongue."

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 feels my body respond to his caresses, again I shivered slightly as his calloused hands moved along my arms, my fingers instinctively curling around his when he laced them with mine. I looked up at him, a little apprehension creeping into my expression as I heard his words. “I understand, my Master,” I whispered.

* S̱ƙɑɍ My fingers withdrew from hers slowly as they moved to encircle and grasp her wrists securely before turning slowly with her to our left to face the large wooden frame of crucifixion.

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 glanced toward the wooden frame before looking back at him, my wrists held securely in his grasp. My stomach tightened, and I looked up at him with a hint of apprehension, wondering just what he had planned for me.

* S̱ƙɑɍ I released her wrists and stepped back from her then turning to face Nuqi with a short whistle and wave of my hand I dismissed her to be at her ease as I moved the heavy open gate, closing and securing it by lock and key. I spoke quietly and plainly to my woman "You reminded me that you are a slave; and I agree, yes you are."

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 watches the sleen depart, as well as Him locking us in, I trembled where he left me, though I could not tell if it was from fear or anticipation or maybe both this causes me to blush and lower my eyes until I hear Him, lifting my eyes to Him I listen as He speaks.

* S̱ƙɑɍ I moved toward her again, guiding her to the large, dark and heavy wooden X shaped frame. I positioned her upon her feet before the frame, then guided her toward its center. I gathered her left arm and bound her wrist securely within a band of thick leather wrapped by polished and segmented steel. It was with such restrains that I captured her other wrist, then both of her ankles. I spoke slowly as I placed the link of the chain upon her left wrist into the teeth of the tightening hub, I began to turn it taking up and shortening its length; drawing her tighter against itself. Likewise I wound tighten the chains adorning her right wrist and both ankles.

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 tensed as He positioned me against the wooden frame, my eyes following His movements as He secured my wrists and then my ankles. I shifted slightly against the restraints, my apprehension growing as I realized I wasn't going anywhere. My eyes moved to take in my bound wrists, then toward Him, watching Him warily to see what He is going to do , I whimper softly as the chains tighten on my soft flesh.

S̱ƙɑɍ: I do not train you as many slaves are trained; I do not use you as many slaves are used, and I do not treat you as many slaves are treated.

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 listened to my Master, confusion evident in my expression as I tried to make sense of His words. I shifted slightly, still uncomfortable with the unfamiliar weight and feel of the restraints around my wrists and ankles, my eyes moving to Him as I waited to hear more.

S̱ƙɑɍ: You, are a high value breed of slave; but I do not train you as such girls are trained. You are a skilled huntress, yet also you are my mat and kettle slave.

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 head draws back as if He had slapped me with His words, I was even more confused now

S̱ƙɑɍ: These many colors of ribbon are meaningless here in the North where a girl wears white silk only as long as she remains untouched. You would be a red silk, my pleasure slave.

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 gasped softly, my eyes widening as I looked toward my Master, surprised by His words. The thought of being called a pleasure slave left me more than a little flustered.

* S̱ƙɑɍ I slowly paced, circling the woman secured upon the X shaped frame of well worn, and well cared for timber. The windlass chains and hardware wore the smooth dark patina of iron and oil and time.

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 eyes follow Him as He circles me, as He did I wondered could He hear my heart pounding, and see the tremors of fear and anticipation racing along my form

* S̱ƙɑɍ I studied her carefully as I considered the many ways I could deal with her now. I casually approached a display of many interesting configurations of whips, paddles and floggers. I walked slowly among them, admiring and inspecting several of them as she watched.

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 watched my Master move among the assortment, my eyes following Him as He picked up and examined the different implements. I swallowed nervously and shifted against the restraints, feeling increasingly uneasy as I watched Him inspect them.

* S̱ƙɑɍ I turned my attention to the eyes and expressions of my slave as my fingers trailed among the handles of such things.

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 caught my Master's eyes as He looked toward me, and I could feel my cheeks warming under His attention. I shifted a little against the restraints, my nerves showing despite the small flutter of excitement stirring in me.

* S̱ƙɑɍ I chose from among the collection of leather goods, a short yet sturdy flogging whip. I sent it into motion with a sweep for my arm to hear it snap upon the air.

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 sharp snap made me flinch slightly, and my eyes immediately followed the leather in my Master's hand. I felt a nervous flutter in my stomach, mixed with a little excitement, though I tried not to let either show too plainly, though the Man knew me better than I did myself at times and probably already had a clue.

* S̱ƙɑɍ Casually I flicked the leather again and decided that I simply did not like it's weight. Returning it and taking another that I appreciated the looks of I lifted the short three tongued quirt of simple smooth raw harness leather, With a flick of my wrist I sent it to kiss the heel of Muse's left foot as I spoke slowly while circling her slowly and allowing her to see the leather quirt in my hand. "You spoke of what it natural and unnatural; I tell you there is no distinction." I slapped the side if my calf with the quirt, allowing her to watch it move fluidly and hear it land solidly. "Have you heard the birds singing during the day? Have you heard them singing in the darkness of night? Is one, or the other, unnatural?"

* S̱ƙɑɍ With a quick sweep of my right hand toward the left I sent the three blistering tongues of raw leather to linger upon the softness of the back of her knees.

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 watched my Master return the first whip and select the short, three-tongued quirt, my eyes following His hands as He examined its smooth leather. When He flicked it toward the heel of my left foot, I startled at the unexpected touch, my toes curling slightly as I looked down before returning my eyes to Him. I followed Him as He circled me, watching the quirt move in His hand and then striking His own calf with it. The solid slap made me jump a little, and I swallowed, feeling that familiar mixture of nervousness and excitement as I listened to His words. I considered His questions for a moment before answering, "No, my Master. I suppose neither is unnatural. They are simply doing what comes naturally to them, whether it is day or night. "I cried out as the three strips of leather swept across the backs of my knees, my legs tensing instinctively at the sting. My fingers curled tightly against the restraints, and I quickly lifted my eyes toward my Master, my breathing a little uneven. The nervous excitement was still there tinged with a little fear, mingling with the sting as I tried to steady myself.

* S̱ƙɑɍ I listened to her answer and was satisfied with it. My eyes watched her close as my wrist flicked quickly to send the triple tongues to caress the tender warmth of the back of her thighs. "Have you been hot in the summer and cold in the winter? Have you been cold in the summer, and hot in the winter? Which of these is unnatural?" A sweep of my hand sent the tongues of the short and well balanced quirt to introduce itself to the soft smooth mounds of her pretty little ass.

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 felt the three tongues of leather sweep across the backs of my thighs, and I cried out again, my body tensing against the restraints as the sting registered. I drew a quick breath, my fingers curling tightly as I watched my Master, aware that His eyes were fixed upon me. I listened to His next questions, trying to concentrate despite the lingering sensation on my thighs. "Neither, my Master," I answered after a moment, my voice a little breathless. "The seasons don't always behave as we expect them to, but that doesn't make either one unnatural." I cried out sharply as the three leather tongues swept across my backside, my body jerking against the restraints. My fingers tightened and my toes curled as I tried to absorb the sting, my cheeks warming with the realization of just how exposed I was. I turned my eyes toward my Master, my breathing uneven.

* S̱ƙɑɍ I looked her in the eyes and nodded with approval as I spoke. "I like this quirt; I shall keep it, to attend to you as needed.

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 whimpers hearing Him

* S̱ƙɑɍ With a sweep of my right arm I sent the tongues of the quirt to mold itself to the soft smooth shape of her lower back. I moved slowly; I studied her posture and color carefully. I sent the leather to enwrap her shoulders and the backs of her arms.

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 cried out sharply as the leather swept across my lower back, my body tightening against the restraints. I let out another startled cry as my Master sent the tongues across my shoulders and the backs of my arms, the unexpected sting making me squirm as much as the bindings allowed. "Ah!" I cried, my fingers curling tightly against the leather securing my wrists. Tears welled in my eyes as my breathing quickened, my eyes remaining fixed on my Master.

* S̱ƙɑɍ I nodded and smiled wryly; I recognized when a woman liked the whip, and she did. I walked to the Trainer's Quarters, tossed the quirt upon my clothes and took up a small wooden tray which held a small wooden cup of dark liquid, and a small bowl with a few little morsels of dark chocolate within it. I took up also a small wooden case that contained a most interesting tool, the like of which I had not seen in many years.

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 panted softly, my chest rising and falling as I watched my Master walk away, tears still clinging to my lashes. I shifted slightly against the restraints, trying to catch my breath.

* S̱ƙɑɍ With these things in my hands I returned to Muse and placed the items upon a low table beside my right knee. I looked my slave in the eyes and spoke firmly "you have reminded me that you are a slave; I shall remind you that I know this.

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 watched my Master return and place the items on the low table, my eyes following His movements before meeting His gaze. His firm words made me swallow, and I felt my cheeks grow warm as I held His eyes. I was still breathing a little heavily, my wrists and ankles uncomfortable in their restraints, but I listened quietly, taking in what He was telling me.

* S̱ƙɑɍ Lifting my left hand to cup her chin I raised it, reclining her head and turning her lips upwards. With my right hand I lifted the wooden cup over her lips and began to pour it very slowly as I spoke calmly with her. "This is called slave wine; it is a simple and reliable form of birth control, made from a fermentation of siproot, also called teslik."

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 tensed as my Master cupped my chin and tilted my head back, my eyes following Him until the wooden cup touched my lips. I hesitated when the liquid began to trickle into my mouth, the smell and taste making me wrinkle my nose as I tried not to gag. I swallowed reluctantly, blinking away the lingering tears as I listened to His explanation. The thought of drinking something so unpleasant was hardly appealing, but I remained still, doing my best not to spill a drop.

𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘: Blech, that is horrible!

* S̱ƙɑɍ I was well satisfied with the girl and it pleased me to offer her a small piece of the rich dark chocolate by pressing it to her lips and holding it there until she found and claimed it. I then allowed her a moment to enjoy the sweet sensation

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 eyes widened when I saw the piece of chocolate being offered to me, and I glanced up at my Master before carefully parting my lips to take it. The rich sweetness was a welcome surprise after the unpleasant slave wine, and I couldn't help but moan a little as I tasted it.

𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘: Oh my Master, thank you!

* S̱ƙɑɍ I placed the cup aside, broke a second piece of the rare treat and allowed her to enjoy it as I opened the wooden box and began to unfold its interior covering of finely woven cloth. I took from within the small chest a capped vial of a smooth and creamy ointment of Kur fat and such things; opening it and removing a dab I spread it between my thumb and forefinger before taking Muse's right ear between them at it's helix and applying the ointment to the front of back of her ear.

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 savored the second piece of chocolate, another little moan escaping me as its rich sweetness melted across my tongue. I was still enjoying the delicious treat when my Master took my right ear between His fingers, and I immediately froze, my eyes widening as I realized where His attention had turned. I held very still barely breathing.

* S̱ƙɑɍ I resealed the vial of healing salve and returned it to its place before taking from the case what were called ringing tongs. These tongs consisted of two short levers of strong steel filed to a precise curvature. One selected a small metal band, open ended and set with twin barbs; fitted into the shape of the tong's jaws, aligned the tool as you wished and with the slow and steady squeeze of the curved levers toward each other, the metal band was tightened as the barbs were driven deeply into the flesh and cartilage of an ear. When the piercings fully healed the barbs would be fully secured and the band irremovable.

* S̱ƙɑɍ I placed the small wooden box upon the work table to my right and turned it for Muse to clearly see. I looked among the many different marking bands; I chose a small and simple cuff of silver, and fitted it into the jaws of the tongs. I looked to my woman and clearly showed it to her as I spoke softly and steadily to her. "I am going to ring your ear Muse; I have observed that you are sought out by evil spirits. You hear voices and see faces which are no more; you must not see them, you must not hear them. They sense the purity of your heart, and feed upon the energy of your mind. I will give you a talisman to banish such things, and I will place it upon your ear so that you remember whose voice you listen for in all things."

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 eyes flicker from the tongs he held in his hand and back to his face as he spoke to me, I understood why he was doing it, but I was having a moment trying to wrap my mind around it all, mutely I nodded, I did not trust myself to speak at the moment.

* S̱ƙɑɍ Taking her right ear firmly between the thumb and forefinger of my left hand I held it firmly yet gently as I fitted the jaws of the open tongs to the upper helix of her ear and squeezed the handles of the tongs closing the jaws and sending the sharp tiny barbs of silver to embed themselves permanently within the cartilage.

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 winced as the tiny barbs sank into the cartilage, a sharp sting making me instinctively tense beneath his touch. My fingers curled briefly, and I drew in a careful breath before releasing it slowly

* S̱ƙɑɍ I opened the tongs and removed them from her ear; laying them aside upon the table I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her very tenderly. I released her from my fingertips and turned from her to give her a moment. I packed up the piercing kit and took also the tray which held the empty cup that had held the potent fermented Teslik wine, and the small tray of chocolate. I carried them away to the Trainer's Quarters where I cleaned everything, dried it and returned it to where I had previously found it.

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 stared after my Master for a moment, still rather stunned by what he had done, the unfamiliar weight and sting of the silver cuff drawing my attention back to my ear. I hadn't expected such a thing, and I wasn't entirely certain how I felt about having it permanently fixed there. Yet, as I considered his explanation and the meaning behind it, I found myself touched by the thought he had put into it; a reminder that my ears were meant to listen to one man, my Master.

* S̱ƙɑɍ I returned to my slave with the three tongued quirt draper casually around my shoulders. I approached the woman and knelt, I released her right ankle from its bindings and studied her small and shapely foot for a moment. With my left hand slid against the back of her knee I bent it toward myself, lifting her leg and bringing her heel to rest between my knees. From under my tongue, I spat into my right hand a small thin band of silver whose sockets and locking pins had been slickened with my saliva. I slipped the silver band over the tip of her toe and slid it below the knuckle before slowly and carefully alinging the locks and squeezing it firmly until it closed and the pins engaged locking it securely in place. I lifted her foot before me; I admired its delicate beauty for a moment, then smiled and kissed her newly ringed toe.

* S̱ƙɑɍ I looked at her and smiled as I explained. "I did not want you to become top heavy and lose your balance." I released her foot from my hands and moved them then to unbind her left ankle, before rising and releasing her wrists from their smooth black leather clad shackles.

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 watched him with wide eyes as he slipped the silver band around my toe, the unexpected sensation making me wiggle my toes slightly before remembering his hands still held my foot. When he lifted it and kissed the newly ringed toe, a blush crept across my cheeks, and I looked down at the little silver adornment with a mixture of surprise and bewilderment. It seemed my Master was finding rather creative ways to mark me as His. The moment my wrists were freed, I let out a long breath and practically fell against my Master, my body grateful to be released from the frame after so long. I leaned into him, resting against his chest as I gathered myself, a small smile finding its way to my lips. "I believe I have been thoroughly adorned today, my Master," I murmured, glancing down at my new silver ring.

* S̱ƙɑɍ I shrugged casually as I allowed her to rest against myself. "The ring on your toe is only a simple adornment. You are a valuable woman; you should have something pretty to signify this."

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 lifted my eyes to his, a little surprised by his words. I had never thought of myself as needing pretty things to signify my worth, yet knowing he considered me valuable enough to adorn brought a warmth to my heart. "Then I shall treasure it, my Master," I whispered, leaning a little more comfortably against him while I could.

* S̱ƙɑɍ My hands moved slowly against her soft warm form as they sought out the ends of the green ribbon which held her tightly bound hair. Pulling them and opening the bow, I took her thick tight braid within my fingers and began to work it gently loosening it.

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 A slight shiver traveled through me at the feel of his hands moving along my form, but I soon relaxed as his fingers found and began gently loosening my braid.

* S̱ƙɑɍ I sifted her dark tresses between my fingers, loosening them, slowly pulling them apart and gently combing out her mane with them.

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 makes a soft mewling sound of pleasure

* S̱ƙɑɍ I gathered the hair upon the right side of her head which grew from around her newly pierced ear. I bundled them and separated them out again into smaller bundles then began to braid a long thin chain of it which would hang just behind her ear and fall upon her shoulder. Perhaps I would add a few small bina to it end for a light and simple weight which would shift and swing and bump against her skin to unexpectedly remind her of my presence in her life with gentle taps from time to time.

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 remained quiet as I felt his fingers gathering and separating the strands of hair beside my newly pierced ear. I relaxed into his touch, enjoying the gentle, unhurried attention as he worked.

* S̱ƙɑɍ I urged her to her feet with a nudge when I finished loosening her hair and braiding the thin strand. I kissed her shoulder and then pushed against her back as I shifted and rose to my feet.

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 rose as he urged me upward, my loosened hair settling over my shoulders and down my back. I turned slightly toward him, feeling the tender kiss against my shoulder before straightening beside him.

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 "Thank you my Master" I said ever so softly

* S̱ƙɑɍ I stood facing my woman and leaned in close to take her lips with mine. I lingered tenderly with her, my right hand moved slowly to my chest where it firmly gripped the handle of the triply tongued quirt. Releasing her from our kiss, I fixed blue green eyes glittering like ice upon her soft chocolate pools with sparkled softly with many flakes of gold. With a quick tug of my hand the thick rawhide tongues of the quirt slid from my shoulders to descend with a sharp slap along the length of her left leg wrapping itself around the soft smooth flesh of her thigh, knee and calf.

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 leaned into his kiss, my lips lingering against his as I rested my hands against his chest, enjoying the tenderness of the moment. When he finally drew away, I found myself caught in the intensity of his icy blu e-green gaze, my own eyes holding his as I wondered at the look in them. The sudden movement of his hand and the sharp, startling crack of the quirt against my left leg tore a gasp from my lips, and I flinched instinctively as the three rawhide tongues wrapped around my thigh, knee and calf. My eyes widened, and I drew a quick breath, looking up at my Master panting softly with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty as the sting began to register.

* S̱ƙɑɍ I watched her closely and as she flinched, I sent around lash of the three tongues to have a taste of her flesh around the smooth full shape of her hip and the pert mounds of her soft ass.

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 A startled squeal escaped me as the three tongues caught my hip and swept across the curves of the cheeks of my ass. I shifted on my feet, my body reacting to the sharp sting as an unexpected warmth pooled low in my belly. Heat crept into my cheeks, and I glanced back at my Master, caught somewhere between surprise and being flustered.

* S̱ƙɑɍ I noted her responsiveness to the lash and smiled; it was a natural characteristic greatly favored among pleasure slaves. With a snap of my wrist I sent the leather tongues to coax more it from her with its wrapping embrace of her knees and calves. I snarled at her, and quickly used the quirt to stripe the mound of her ass again as I growled "Who loosens your hair girl?"

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 gave a startled squeal as the leather tongues snapped around my knees and calves, making me shift restlessly on my feet. The sting sent a little shiver through me, and despite my instinctive flinch, I felt a faint warmth stirring low in my belly. Before I could settle, another sharp stroke landed across my backside, drawing yet another squeal from my lips as I bent my knees slightly. His growled question caught my attention, and I quickly turned my eyes toward him, cheeks flushed and breath a little unsteady. "You do, my Master," I answered softly.

* S̱ƙɑɍ I lashed her hip and belly with a rapid stroke of the leather as I watched her skip and flinch "Whose voice do you listen for girl?"

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 cries out, dancing in place as I gasp out my response, "Yours my Master, only Yours."

* S̱ƙɑɍ My questions continued as did the lashing attention of the three heavy tongues of raw leather. "Who whips you girl?"

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 cries out with each lash on my heated flesh, my voice almost a scream as I reply, "Only you my Master, only You" while I squirm in place, helplessly, the fine sheen of moisture glistening on my inner thighs giving away the pleasure I was feeling along with the pain.

* S̱ƙɑɍ Fixing the glittering blue green jewels of my eyes upon her wide wet hues of soft warm chocolate I began to coil the short quirt into a loose loop. I raised it between our eyes and used it to frame her beautiful face. Looking through it toward her I snarled with a slow and deep tone in my voice. "You, Muse, will learn to dance for the whip." I cast it before her toes and spoke firmly, "Oil it." I turned and walked to the gate of the training pen, unlocking and opening it wide.

* S̱ƙɑɍ Whistling sharply for Nuqi as I lifted a burning torch from its bracket upon the wall, I lifted it high with my left hand and gripped the short spear firmly before my strides carried me away into the darkness on the cavern beyond the training pens.

* 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ~𝑺~ 𝑘 looked down at the quirt lying before my toes, then lifted my gaze toward my Master as his words settled over me. A flicker of apprehension crossed my chocolate eyes, but as I bent to retrieve it, I couldn’t help but smile at the little silver ring adorning my toe. “Yes, my Master,” I answered softly, my thoughts beginning to wander as I went to find the oil…

There is something wickedly delicious about the way I have come to enjoy the lash of my Master’s quirt as it caresses my flesh, especially when wielded with such skill and mastery. It is a curious thing to discover about oneself, and perhaps even more curious to admit it.

Then there are the little adornments he has given me. It is almost frightening how happy it makes me to know that my Master considers me valuable enough to adorn me with a silver ring upon my toe and a silver cuff upon my ear. The toe ring is simply a pretty decoration, but the cuff carries a deeper meaning. It serves as a constant reminder that my ears are meant for one voice alone: His.

It is his words that linger most in my thoughts. I will learn to dance for the whip. I find myself wondering what, precisely, that means. Is there a rhythm to be learned, a movement to master, or something more that I have yet to understand? Whatever he has in mind, I suspect my Master has quite a lesson planned for me. The question is, just how much am I going to like it?