Obey thy master (Open to one male)

[Lick_My_Kitty]

Obey thy master (Closed)

Slave...Just the sound of the word sends chills down the spine's of man. Weather it be chills of lust, sympathy, want, or need, the same feeling seems to be there. There is a city that is the hubb of most of the slave trading action. In the center of town, there's a small market. To a normal person just passing through, nothing would seem amiss. Vender's shouting at one another, other people bustling through. Though if one would scratch just below the surface, they would find that there was a whole nother world, a world of slave's and master's, just waiting to be seen.

Riza, was one of those slaves.

She had grown up with her mother in a small town right near London. When her father passed away, her mother was destraught and the two of them were thrust into poverty, not to mention her mother had a new tendincy to become ill. To bring in money, her mother became a prostitute, leaving Riza alone most of the time. Suddenly, her mother remarried. And in short, Riza and her stepfather didnt get along, and with her mother's illness it didnt make her treatment any better. One day, when Riza was about twelve, her mother died, leaving Riza alone with her stepfather to deal with. Due to Riza's disobiedant personality, he sold her into slavery, saying she was better off there, that her habbits would be broken.
Riza has yet to be broken.

The main building of the market place was a dark, dank, musty old place. Cages had been brought in, crouding the walls, some even hanging from the celings. Sounds of shuffleing were heard from outside the market, sounds of something near a struggle. The front door whipped open, and as it did, three men pushing foreward a single woman were seen. The girl growled softly as the men pushed her in, the chains that bound her wrists and the leash that was attatched to the collar around her neck clinked wildly as she fought to free herself of the three men. Her long, raven black hair fanned out wildly behind her. Her light blue eyes glinted in desperation for her own freedom.

Riza had been here many times before, usually, a man would take her, and within a week she would be back. To say the least, Riza was not too fond of this arrangement. And as one might have guessed, Riza's plan did not go as well as she had hoped.

She elbowed one of the men in the stomach, followed by a heaving cough from him. His eyes bulged as he fell to the floor. Apparently Riza had aimed her blow a little too low. To their comerads falling, the other two let go of the women, ready to help the other. As soon as their grip was released, Riza dashed for the door.

Riza was greeted by the hard, muscular chest of the market keeper. Her eyes grew wide, then narrowed as he grabbed her wrist as she lashed out at him. With a bit of a smile, the man pulled Riza's arm behind her back, and started walking her calmly towards the wall to which her usual bindings resided. Riza went without much of a fight. For she knew that there was no getting out of this now. She was surprized her punishment wasn't worse. This thought dissapeared once she saw the guards smirks. Apparently, their punishment for her would start once the market keeper left her be.

Riza was bound, her legs and feet with heavy chains, though the market keeper was nice enough to give her slack enough to move a few feet. Enough for her to get food and water. She sat against the wall in a huff, her eyes on the floor and her hands holding her legs to her chest. This comfort was not long lasting. As soon as she looked up, the three guards were standing in front of her, smug smiles lacing their lips. The chains around her wrists tightened as her arms were hauled above her head, pain shooting along her spine. She closed her eyes tightly and bit her lower lip gently, doing her best to keep her discomfort to herself. It was only after the men left, that she let out a soft whimper, her body writhing gently against the wall every now and again. She cursed silently under her breath, wishing that she had gone without as much of a fight as she had. This did her no good now.

(OOC: I was going through some of my old SRP's, this was an RP that i had made a while ago, and I dearly missed it, thus I decided on a remake. If you would be interrested in the male role of Riza's master, Please Pm me. Thank you )

 

[TirithIre]

The day was a cold one... she had found that when they had taken her from the back of the car... the rain had luckilly stopped the night before, so it was only damp and cool, not crisp as some of the British days tended to be. Most people liked to think that slavery did not exsist... that it was an illusion, created to scare people these days into listening to their parents... but she knew better. Even as she allowed herself to cry, she felt the dank smell of the dungeon seeming to be closing in on her... she having no escape at all from the life she had been condemned to.

Lord Damian Brice, had known the market master for a few years... they having traded some slaves from time to time... it was a good arrangement... Damian paid a lesser price to have a slave whom others did usually did not break, those like Riza. Even as the men whom had hurt her left, she found herself in silence, other then the crying of the other slaves, she could not help but notice the sturdiness of the chains that bound her, giving her barely enough slack to get to her food, but it did give her enough.

He had been called that morning, and as such he had driven the two hours it took to get to the market... he knowing the bland looking building truly was a facade, a sham hiding the dark history inside. She did hear voices outside a few hours after the men had left her... before the door opened, and within the doorway she saw a handsome and strong looking man peering towards her, before she did hear. " Is that her?" Riza realizing this man had come for her.. he stepped into the room, followed by the market master he could not help but smile. " She is good looking at least." The man whom had forced her remaining here simply smiling... it would be interesting, to see how this would work out!

He did not have anything against her... he did not think her stupid or ignorant.... she could see he was tall, the man looked to be of the upper class of things, yet the look in his eyes also said within them that he had been in this situation before, where he had been working with a slave whom thought either they should not be a slave, or that it 'wasn't fair'.... life was not fair, she knew that very well, and yet as he regarded her he seemed upset. " Who hurt her? I told you before, I did not want her punished, that is for my doing, not your goons." His voice was soft, thick with a sensitivity to it... he could not help but smile though as he looked her over... oh yes, she would do just fine.

( I figure your controlling mr. market master, lol so there is my first post, I do hope it appeases your standards )

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

The sound of the door opening made Riza jump. She sat silently in a room full of the weeping cries of the unfortunates that shared her fate. Riza didn’t let by a single whimper on her part though. With the door, came through a man, though Riza dare not look up while the door was open. It was much too bright outside, something Riza usually tried to avoid looking at when kempt up in this place.

To tell the truth, the man was quite attractive, though she dare not show what she was thinking. Her face remained emotionless until he was standing over her. Riza only glared at the man, her dark eyes saying it all. 'Bite me.' She needn't exchange words for that and other obscenities to string from her line of understanding to his. She knew all too well who this man was, personally she was shocked that he even showed his face here, considering he had the market keeper do most of his dirty work for him. The two of them sat in silence for a moment longer, her glare met by his cool exterior. She vowed to break that soon enough.


“She is good looking at least."

At least!?

Riza let a soft growl pass her lips as she glared up to him, her form shifting gently where she kneel. She had only known this man for a matter of a few moments, and already she detested him. “Excuse me sir but that is an awful way introduction on my part.” The glare was met by one from the market keeper, one Riza knew meant that she best not press her luck.

But what fun would that be…?

The sound of chains rang out in the small market as she leaned forward, her arms straining behind her as she smirked up to the man. “Its people like you who tend to forget my name in the first few days, in the next week, I should be back here…” She said in a rather smug tone, a sly smirk perched upon her lips. “How pitiful…”

 

[TirithIre]

He looked calmly to her... shaking his head slightly though he could not help but find her bemusing, though the smirk did not cross his face. Instead he simply shook his head and replied. " You will find Riza, that this is going to be quite different." He finally remarked, he was not the owner of this establishment... merely the... one whom benefitted from it's sucess. He turned though and walking over to the wall, she did see him picking up a thin bamboo chute. He tapped it, the sound almost clicking as he looked to her.

" You are now my property, and you will adress me as master. If you fail to do so..." He moving back to her, she saw him actually side step, another young woman tied up tightly to the wall... he flicking the chute down onto the woman's thigh... she screamed out in pain as she jerked... he looking back to Riza as he walked towards her slowly.

" You may be as defiant as you like my dear slave, but you will find that soon you will wish that you had not spoken so harshly to your master." He walking to her, and gently, he flicked the bamboo chute onto her foot, the pain not very bad at all, only enough to be annoying as he looked to her calmly... it clear he had experience with dealing with slaves... the soft tap a reminder she was not in the position to argue with him, and even if she was, it was not a good idea!

He turned, circling her, just out of her reach, until she saw him take the remote to the chains, and turning it on, she felt as her chains were pulled tight, this handsome man was so... utterly dominating... calm and controlled... even though his anger within him was boiling, he knew she only needed a strong hand, and yet a hand she could grip onto, cling onto in the throes of passion... it was going to be one amazing relationship.

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

Her eyes blinked a bit as he struck out at the other girl. She was not worried by his threats much though. Physical pain was something she had long learned to endure. When Riza looked over the bamboo chute left a long red mark running down along the girls thigh. She blinked, looking up to the market keeper who had said nothing to this act. Most of the men who would strike out at one of the slaves would be escorted out…

What was so special about this man…?

" You may be as defiant as you like my dear slave, but you will find that soon you will wish that you had not spoken so harshly to your master."

Riza watched him, the glare still set upon her visage as he tapped her foot lightly. She neither flinched, nor blinked. “I will call you master if and when you teach me to kneel willingly at your feet. I will address you as my master when you can call to me and I will come to you, bending to every whim, spoken and other wise…” This was when he started circling her. “I will admit that I am under you when you break me.”

Riza jumped a bit to the feeling of her bindings growing tight around her wrists, and she turned, glaring at him. “So go ahead and try to break me.” She said in the same defiant tone. “I dare you to.” This simply was Riza’s signal to her masters, weather they caught it or not. She was simply stating that the games were beginning.

Riza sighed, her wrists, she could feel already, were growing red from the bindings rubbing against her flesh. It burned a bit, but she decided that there could be worse things to endure. “What the hell was that for?” She said softly, her eyes blinking as she looked over her shoulder to her arms, testing to see if he had given her any room to move in these things. “I’m not going to run nor am I going to strike out at you.”

When no reply came, Riza rolled her eyes lightly and turned her head forward. She hated the feeling of his eyes boring into her flesh. She felt like something at an auction, or a cut of meat rather then a human being.

 

[TirithIre]

He smiled slightly as he looked to her... those eyes of his looking her over calmly, assessing her as he smiled softly though. " When you learn, that your will is not important, then, you will understand what it means, to be mine." His words so soft, they were but whispers on the dank room's air... he did not reply to her questions... the bonds had been pulled tight so that she could not move her head and see behind her... he sighed to himself though nodded to Brandon, the market master.

She was treated to a sight that she had never seen before... she could see those huge men whom had hurt her come in, but instead of harming her, they began escorting the women from the room... until finally she was left alone with him. He smiled slightly though, even as he turned, she heard the winch stop, she held up on her tip toes. " When you learn, that the only will that matters is mine, then you will know everything that is meant to be truly broken."

He moving, she heard only a slight swishing sound, before her ass exploded in pain.. much more then any other master she had ever had... the bamboo chute crashing onto her ass once as he sighed. " When you learn that you will always kneel at my feet, you will know." He hitting her, this time at the very tops of her thighs, he seemed upset to have to do this, for he had picked up the challenge in her statement... oh yes, and he was taking this, very seriously.

She saw him, as he walked around her, she saw him again, he looking into her eyes, knowing she would still be defiant, it was only natural... the 'game', had only just begun!

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

" When you learn, that your will is not important, then, you will understand what it means, to be mine."

With that said, and a light nod of his head, the other women in the room were removed from the chamber. Riza was a bit flustered to why they would be doing such a thing, but never voiced her questions or complaints to him, nor any of the guards. It was so strange, even the market master left. Her answer to that question came all too soon.

With a soft press of a button, and a quiet humming sound, she found herself hoisted above the ground, her feet barley touching the cold stone any longer. She could feel the cuffs straining at her wrists; she could already tell that they were growing red from the flesh being strained so. " When you learn, that the only will that matters is mine, then you will know everything that is meant to be truly broken."

She rolled her eyes lightly, her head hanging between her arms as she stared at the floor. “I don’t plan to find that meaning anytime soon.” She said softly, her eyes blinking a few times. She was lost in her own thoughts before the sound of a soft swish caught her attention. She blinked, looking up suddenly as the feeling of the bamboo chute caressing her flesh rather roughly. The feeling made a sharp pain shoot along her spine, making her nearly scream.

Once more, the pain hit her right above her thighs. She screamed, her back arching and her eyes closing tightly. When you learn that you will always kneel at my feet, you will know." He said softly as he came around in front of her. She glared, seething from his whipping. “I will be damned before I kneel at your feet!” She nearly screamed, her eyes narrowed in anger.

 

[TirithIre]

He showed nothing of his own emotions... it was always difficult... to understand that he was not a bad guy, that he was not trying to demean her or persecute her in any way but instead only to make her feel that she was truly going to be his whether she liked it or not... he sighed to himself as he looked her over... his strikes had been very precise, he knowing how to hit, how to punish. He could not help but sigh at her defiance though, as if he was dissapointed with her. “I don’t plan to find that meaning anytime soon.”

He could not help but shrug to her comment, she did not know whom she was dealing with... and even as she cursed him, he did walk around in front of her, before she saw him looking her over calmly. " You may think that, but despite what you think I ask nothing but obediance, and show only love and devotion in return for loyalty." He looking back to her eyes after a moment, though he held the bamboo chute between his two hands, the wood bent slightly and looking strained... he heard her defiance. “I will be damned before I kneel at your feet!”

He inwardly shook himself, though steeling himself, the bamboo shot out, hitting her stomach as he growled ever so faintly. " You will kneel... and with all your heart you will beg for my kindness, for when you know the diference between my kindness and the fortitude you see now, you will know how your defiance does sadden me." He hitting her across her breasts as he spoke, she helpless... utterly.

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

“You will kneel... and with all your heart you will beg for my kindness, for when you know the difference between my kindness and the fortitude you see now, you will know how your defiance does sadden me." As the chute hit her stomach, she screamed once more, her back arching and her eyes closing tightly. She tried almost desperately to free herself of the chains that held her at bay, but her efforts were futile.

She was about to open her mouth once more, when the pain traveled to her breasts. To say the least, the feeling knocked the wind out of her, and tears welled in her eyes. She did not cry though, she simply bit her lip, letting the tears run along her cheeks and neck as she flinched away from him.

“Kindness…sadness…anger...” She said quietly, her eyes still shadowed from the long dark tresses that hung in her face. “You feel none of this, do not speak to me as if you are saddened by what you are doing, for you find no remorse in your soul…” She said softly. She could taste blood on her tongue from where she had bit down on her lip. It was a salty, bitter taste, one Riza had sadly come accustomed to. “Speaking as if you are sympathizing with me…” She said with a bit of a growl in her voice. “I do not need your pity.”

Her body slumped over a bit, her breaths were heavy and sharp from the pain. She would be damned before she called him master, for he was no master of hers. He could collar her, beat her until she was no more then what lay in the cages around them, but she would rather face the whip and the pain, before she would give herself to this man.

 

[TirithIre]

He shook his head, even as he looked to her though, he could not help but sigh as he smiled ever so gently. " You... do not understand what it means to be a master, to care for someone enough, so that all you wish, is to see their own prosperity... to see the best of a slave." He cooed, though she could see kindness in his eyes, there not that cold dislike for her that other masters had had for her... oh no, he did care, even if she did not believe it. He moved though, she seeing him put the bamboo chute down.

" You think all I want to do is harm you? to beat you and collar you so that you have no wish to live but to die? I wish nothing of the sort." He gently remarked, his voice was deep, thick and rich... he sighing as he looked to her though smiled as he moved back to her... she seeing his hands slide over her slim toned belly, though he smiled softly to himself. She thought him a monster... but whom really was the monster, him, or her fear of being one's?

" You think I am cruel, emotionless, yet I wish only to make your soul sing in pleasure, on my terms, not yours." She feeling him gently stroke her breasts, where he had struck her, he tenderly brushing the sensitive flesh as he knew that she would become aroused, even if she wanted to hate him, the fact she had a master whom could both be harsh but loving, that would take care of her more then she ever would want to give credit for!

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

She half expected him to lash out at her again, and for this, she braced herself. Her eyes closed tightly and her form trembled gently, awaiting another sharp pain where, she did not know. She didn’t look up to him, nor did she watch his movements, for she didn’t know if she wanted to see what he was doing. The only thing she felt though, was the feeling of his arms wrapping around her stomach, stroking where he had hit ever so gently.


She winced at first, for the chute had hit hard enough to break skin, though no blood found its way to the alabaster surface of her flesh. There was a light bruise, but nothing more. Her flesh was still aching from him, and every now and again, she would let out a soft whimper, her body flinching gently. She waited for the pain to follow the pleasure, but once more, the pain never came.

Her body trembled gently as he touched her, his caress smooth and gentle. In a way, she didn’t know what to expect. She enjoyed the feeling of his flesh gently caressing her own, but at the same time, she despised it. The masters previous to this man had left more scars then the ones that lined her back. The reason why Riza was so defiant was that her previous masters knew nothing but pain. They wished no well being on her, for to them, she found herself nothing more then a toy.

She had been much different then then she was now, she was obedient and affectionate, willing to please without hesitation. However, her affections were almost always returned with anger, hate, or lust, all of which found themselves unwelcome to Riza. She was young when she was sold, so thus, Riza knew no different from what the previous masters had done to her. She knew no kindness from them.

She found herself shaking in his arms, tears falling down her cheeks and neck. Pain was replaced with pleasure, and though she tried denying it, his touch was sending shivers and chills clawing up and down her spine.

 

[TirithIre]

He honestly had a feeling that she would respond to pleasure... the defiance shown in the pain was only a sign that she had probably never known what true mastery could mean. He was not cruel... not at all, the four strikes of her body had been to test her responses, some broke from the pain, some were so conditioned to that pain that it meant nothing to them!

Even as she cried... she heard the winch, the sound of the machine whining in protest... he gently moving her down... until she was standing, her feet planted on the ground... she could kick at him now if she wished... if she wanted to show her defiance even to a soft touch... he sighed softly as he looked to her... though she heard through her closed eyes. " Open your eyes to me... open your eyes to me and allow yourself to feel." He knowing somehow she may not have wanted to feel... to accept what he could do.

He used his touch, the soft fingers stroking over her belly until her skin quivered... he shaking his head slightly as she felt his fingers lift up, brushing her round breasts until she felt his thumbs drag over her nipples and he whispered. " Lose yourself to me." He telling her it was ok... that he would take care of her! He knew she did not want to believe in him... and truthfully, with the way she responded to his strikes, he did not expect her to.

After all, when a slave is beaten, hated and abused, it usually causes them to not trust their masters... and that is paramount. Trust is key... after all, without trust, you cannot have anything at all. He seemed so sure of himself, yet she was wrong to call him an emotionless dick whom did not care for her... oh no he cared, that was why he was here!

The market master would have sold her into a slave market in the east, where she would have been lost and abused until death... they WOULD have killed her... instead, she felt as he gently rubbed her round luscious breasts that he was not so evil, and indeed he could have a pleasurable touch... he could make her body crave more, crave more then the pain that it had known for far too long...

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

She felt her body being gently lowered, and it was only when her feet touched the cold stone of the floor did she allow herself to relax a bit. Her eyes closed gently, and after a moment, she looked back to him. It was only for a moment, for soon, she closed her eyes once more and looked back to the side wall. His hands gently stroked her stomach, making her squirm and shiver lightly. "Open your eyes to me... open your eyes to me and allow yourself to feel."

His voice was soft, barley above a whisper. That alone made her blush. Her eyes closed tighter. Though she wished to let him take her, she denied herself that pleasure. “I don’t want to feel…” She said in a quiet voice, breaking the rather erotic silence that clung between the two of them. She felt his thumbs on her nipples, and it made her gasp and quiver gently. “I don’t want to lose myself…”

Her head was shaking gently, and her body was trembling ever so softly beneath his touch. This was like torture to her, and she didn’t understand why. She didn’t want to feel, she didn’t want him to touch her like this, and what made it worse was that it pleasured her. She hated that.

She knew that with feeling, with losing herself, that’s when she was most venerable. That was when she was most liable to be hurt. It had happened before, so why wouldn’t he be any different. “Please just stop…” She said softly, her eyes closing tight as she felt him press himself to her. “I don’t want to feel….and I don’t want to lose myself…” That was her only reply.

She knew that her requests might be odd, for she was the one tied to the ceiling. She couldn’t help but try though…maybe he would stop if she would reason with him…maybe he would understand her then, that she didn’t want to be touched like this…she wasn’t ready for him to touch her like this…not just yet.

 

[TirithIre]

He didn't stop though... his fingers gently scraping over her hard nipples, even if she did not want to feel, he was forcing her too. He listened to her though, his eyes on hers the entire time, even as he shook his head though, he could not help but smile. " You do not wish to feel..." He sounding as if he was contemplating.

After all, the only reason she would not want to feel was that she did not want to trust, that he would not abuse her... that he would not use her trust, twist it and hurt her in the process.. yet he smiled slightly as he moved and ever so gently, she felt as he moved, she watching him leaning over her... his lips gently closing over her neck... the soft caress of his lips nothing like a brutal swiping bite or lash of a paddle.

He gently kissed, nipped her taut flesh as his one hand swept behind her back, causing her to arch towards him as he smiled and 'forcing her' up onto her tip toes again, the other hand slid between her legs... he would not stop... oh no, she may not be 'ready' but he was going to wake her up to the pleasures this master could bring, and all if she was good... he amplifying this with a single fingers rubbing her clit, exciting her body.

 

[Lick_My_Kitty]

Her eyes closed tight as he continued. It felt so good, but at the same time, she hated this. Her body squirmed and writhed lightly to his touch. As he finally stopped teasing her nipples, she thought perhaps he had stopped for good, though this, this was quickly dismissed. No sooner had his fingers stopped their probing, did Riza feel his lips on her neck. Her head tilted back, and her eyes closed tight once more. A soft whimper passed her lips, and as he suckled and nipped at the taunt flesh, she felt herself becomming more and more aroused.

Right after his lips met her neck, his arm wrapped around her and pulled her up close against his form. It was a bit painful, being hoisted from the ground once more, and that she was trying to stop this movment, even if it was no use. Riza's back arched into him with the feeling of his arm in the small ov her back, that, and with the feeling of his finger prodding and teasing her clit. She gasped and squirmed a bit more, her legs trying to close against him, but his hand forced them right back open for him.

"Oh why do you persist like this!?" She cried, her body trembling rather violently. "Why do you continue when I ask you to stop..." Her long black hair fell across her upper body and torso, obscuring his view of her breasts. She knew that he knew that she wanted him to continue, that this all was insanly pleasurable to her, but she couldn't bring herself to say it. She wanted him to continue, but at the same time, she just wanted it to all go away. In a way, a new form of torture had been shown to her.

 

[TirithIre]

This was her own created hell... she did not want to trust... she did not want to be 'weak' in the eyes of this man. After all, he had already beaten her with the bamboo chute... why should she trust him... yet his touch was so soft... he was treating her so well. He did not stop, though his lips lifted only slightly, his tongue dragging over her hot skin, tasting her before he gently whispered, his hot breath assaulting her senses, quelling the fighting desire, in lieu of listening, even for a moment. " Why do I not stop? why does a master not stop when his slave beseeches him too, that she really does not want him too... you don't want this to stop."

He replied, even as he smiled though, she could feel his hand supporting her back, her hips thrust forwards, she tried to close her legs to him, trying to stop his 'assault' on her, but he simply pushed his leg between her legs, forcing her to open them, her pussy helpless as he continued to stroke her. " Why do you fight so much against a good thing, against a master whom knows both pleasure and pain, and when to use such things?" His pulling her in actually causing her breasts to press against his chest, the sensitive flesh 'zinging' as he continued, not stopping, even when she begged, even when he knew she thought she wanted him too... because she knew, in her heart she wanted this... she wanted him.