Slave Trade

Laying there blindfolded, wondering what my enchantress is up to now. My body trembling as she pauses.
Was that a knock?
 
Miranda

A knock disturbs my deliscious thoughts and sliding a robe over my skin I head to my private door, wondering who would be at my private entrance. I had given servants rest of day off so I could savour my pet alone.

I open door feelings mixed as I see the enchanting figure behind the door.

"Greetings, How may I help thee?"
 
She was gone. Lying there, eyes covered. My body still in heat. Sliding my hands along my skin, satin smooth. My nipples, hard and sensitive. Pinching them, pulling a little. Seeing that it felt good, one stays, teasing first one, then the other. My other hand slipping along my flat belly to my sex. Seeking it's moistness. Biting my lip as I feel the swollen lips. Then again running my hands over and over myself, almost crying out in the need.
 
As the door opened I felt my lips part slightly, I was stunned by the woman who stood before me. Uncertain as to who she was I quietly asked for the Lady Miranda. If this was an exapmle of Miranda's fine taste I was delighted. Perhaps my husband was right in sending me to her. Now I was filling with excitement at the prospects ahead. Wanting to make a good impression I slip my most charming smile on and lower my voice to a softer tone. I shall have to speak with Miranda about spending a little time with this charming slave of hers. I let my hand brush up against hers as I step inside and wait for the Mistress of the house .
 
Miranda

"What business do you have with Lady Miranda?" I ask ushering her in, contemplating her skin and body. My mind pondering even as thoughts of my slave girl occupied a portion of my mind, my tongue darting over lips. My back straight, feeling my hard nipples pressing against the fine thin silk of my robe.
 
I hear voices in the outer room, and wonder who it can be. Moaning and wiggling a little. Wanting her back here with me, but silently waiting. My hands still rubbing and stroking, more idly now though, just to keep up the feeling.
 
ooc: sorry took me a bit to reply.

IC:

Smiling softly I let my gaze drift over the woman covertly for a moment as i reply in my gentlest tone, "I was given her name by my husband, I was told to seek her out in regards to..." blushing slightly at the thought of sharing this intimate detail with another, "I was hoping she might be available to assit me, I have a new household and must learn the ways of selecting and instructing new slaves." Sliding my long slender fingers from my side to rest gently on the lower part of my stomach. "I come from far to the north where are practices are very different." Looking around at the luxury around me "If she is not available i can come back another time."
 
Miranda

"Well Miranda certainly has a way with her slaves, and she has never had any complaints. Your husband was wise to direct you to me," I smile as I shift from third to first person, "This way please," we walk into the lush gardens outside my bedroom and I begin questioning her. "What kind of slaves do you need? Are you going to have any free servants?" My tongue darts over my lips I can nearly hear Neranna moaning. "I tend to select young fresh slaves so they can be molded to whatever task required of them." My nipples are delightfully scraping the inside of my robe.
 
Neranna:

I stopped my playing though, their voices seemed closer. But my body was still flushed, needing release.
 
Starteled by the change in her demeanor as she declares herself lady of the house I stumble a little as I follow her through the house. "ah, there will be both but my husband has asked me to choose 3 candiates for our personal... " I blush a little not really knowing what he has planned from the msteryious way he set me on the task. "I mean for our attendants in our personal chambers" looking around the house I am in awe of it's spelendor but i can't help but be drawn back to her as she moves. A small sigh escapes my lips as I think about who she is and how sensual she moves. "I really don't have much experience but I would like to be able to perhaps surprise my husband with me skill at selecting them and be able to please him as well."

"I would like to mmmm perhaps experiment a bit in the ways of this culture so that i may understand his needs better."

I follow her through the halls my anticipation growing.
 
Miranda

"Male or female?" I ask finding the image of her being served by three slaves an enticing image, I picture one at each breast, the third between her legs, her husband a shadowy figure looking on.
 
Blushing slightly, " I think either would be fine, i know that some things will be new to me but I am eager to know all of it." walking quietly with her uncertain where we are going. "I admit to having only the few experiences with my husband thus far and that was just us in private.. I am not sure what it will be like with others around"

Pausing briefly and waiting to here her soft voice again
 
Miranda

"Well I'd suggest one male, and two females," my eyes rove over her body as she seems to imply more intimate things. "I personally think it would be interesting for them to look alike," my eyes slide over her once again. "You seem a bit timid, perhaps," I take deep breath and sort out how to play this, "You wouldn't be interested in that."

I watch her curiousity grow and with a smile I continue, "They best way to learn how to treat a slave is to be one," I pause dramatically, "I could train you as a personal slave. The experience would show you more than watching me and give you insight among other things." My tongue slides along my lower lip, hoping she'll agree.
 
As I am about to speak I notice her tongue peek out over her lips and it pauses me for a brief moment and i consider the situation carefully. I feel a warmth go through my body as i reply and pray i do no tlook foolish or to eager in her eyes. "I think perhaps you are correct, I am willing to try this method as long as I am free to return to my husband when needed of course." Holding my breath for a moment unsure as to what to do next I lower my eyes from her face and await what will be my first instructions from my new temporary master with anticipation and a some nervousness.
 
Miranda

"It shouldn't take much more than a week, and of course you may return to your husband when necessary. As a personal slave, you'll remain in my chambers, until I have need of you." I walk towards a curtain and gesture, "This way."
 
Their voices are now right outside the room. Should I rise and leave. Not able to make out what they are saying I lay there confused. No, she told me to wait. And she is still my Mistress.
 
Following closely behind her I enter in to the rooms trying to adopt a stance that I have seen other slaves in the city stand in. I take a deep breath ready for whatever comes.
 
Miranda

"First, your clothing will have to go," I part the curtains to my bedroom. "This lovely dish is my personal slave, Neranna. I'm sure you will become the best of friends." I lean over bed and gently help Neranna sit up and briefly explain what's going on.

"Let's find you something mroe suitable to wear. Help her undress Neranna." I give the command off hand, watching them as I open Neranna's wardrobe pondering over what would fit and look good with Morgaihne coloring.
 
I slipped off the bed and wished I could disappear. Who was this? Not a slave, that was for sure.

"This lovely dish is my personal slave, Neranna. I'm sure you will become the best of friends."

Best of friends? I did not want a friend, other then sweet Mistress. I eyed her warily.

"Let's find you something more suitable to wear. Help her undress Neranna." Help her? But obediant and compliant I started to slip her robe off. No, this was no slave, but a Mistress of her own. Why was she here? She seemed shy and embarassed. Whatever Mistress chose was fine with me, but I felt nervous none the less.
 
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