Dream of service
Title: Dreams of Service
Pairings: MF
Appropriate Ratings: NC17, I suppose
Warnings: Maledom, sexual slavery, kidnapping, etc
Disclaimers: Not really. My dream, so my characters and my story
Short Summary:A dream I had, where I was a slave girl bound to be a breeding concubine for a far away King.
Word Count: 1452 (As per MS Wordcount)
Disclaimer: This work is entirely fictional, any resemblance to anyone in whole or in part in anyway is entirely coincidental and not intentional on behalf of the author in any way.
Cross Posted To: My IJ
I had a dream last night. It was a different dream... Very very clear, and concise, and more often then not, made perfect sense.
I was a slave, Owned, Loved, and my Master was envied for having one such as me on his chain. One night, I was kidnapped, just stolen away in the night, and taken far far away to another land.
Once I was there, my title of slave was taken away, and instead, I was called concubine. I was permitted to call my Master, from time to time, to let Him know I was still alive, and well. My new Owner was a newly crowned King, with many gabbling sisters who dispised me. They had next to no status, but I, a slave, had so much more.
I was told, quickly, that I was to be impregnated, bred, for the newly crowned King needed an heir. They expected me to bear only sons, and would hear nothing of the possibility of a daughter. I knew I would be the one punished if I carried a daughter to term, so I tried to make the thought of a daughter being birthed a mroe pleasant one. I said she could be married off for a treaty, or as payment for some act of another country. The grand Vizier who I had a lot of contact with, agreed. I watched His eyes glitter with greed, thinking of the bride price He could extract for a daughter of royal blood, never counting the fact that her other blood would be mine... a slave, now a concubine.
I was well trained in the arts of deceiving a man into thinking I enjoyed his company in bed.... and after a while, I did begin to enjoy it. The Boy King was so ... hungry, so excited... at times I wondered if I was the first woman in His bed, and I was right, I was. I was the ONLY woman in His bed. If there are no other women in His bed, He dosn't have to worry about betrayel, or the woman running away with His child... I was His, and only His. No other was to touch me, so any child I carried could easily be placed upon the throne with no fear of tainted ancestry.
I had my own appartments... In a tower of the house, I took an elevator, which was the only access, up about nine floors. There was a stair case between the elevator I took, and another one, but those other elevators, and the stair case ended in a trap, furthering my chances of being safe in this castle. Only one woman was allowed to attend me, and she despised me. She had no loyalty to me what so ever. My tower went up several floors, each layer dedicated to a different task. One was for learning ettiquet, and book knowledge. Another was for learning the arts of the bedroom to His pleasure, another was for silent contemplation, another was for lessons in self defense, and still another was for me to just sit, listen to music in a plush leather couch, and jsut relax. So many many floors did my tower have...
One day, the woman who attended me, betrayed me. She took up a cadre of kidnappers to my sacred tower. Thankfully, I was able to kill some, and the guards took care of the rest. When the maid was confronted she said "I do not attend HER, I attend anyone who wishes access to this tower. If they mean her harm, it is not my concern, for she is nothing to me." She was quickly executed for High Treason, since, if the kidnappers had succeeded, any child that I carried would belong to them as well. If had nothing to do with me, just with the possibility of my having a royal child growing inside my womb.
After that, the King took me for a trip, to explore His country. He took my to an arcade he had frequented as a child, but it was difficult to get in to. It was next to impossible to find. Apparently, arcades in this country were frowned upon, and could easily end up with the owner spending much time in jail, and the people who frequent it would join him. The King knew nothing would happen to Him, but He still derived much pleasure from the illusion of Him being caught and punished for His transgressions.
He took me for a tour of a typical civilian school, and I enjoyed it muchly. The children were obviously well cared for, and seemed to enjoy themselves very much despite the fact they were learning high volumes of things.
I remember the frenzied mating the King had with me after that, as if the sight of children fanned the flames of hunger for His own. I acted just as frenzied as He was, letting Him do as He wished with my body, knowing how to let me body respond in pre-trained reactions, while letting my mind hide from the act... but once more, I saw in Him something.... I don't know what. The act of mating with him did not disgust me, it actually aroused me... I played with His cum as it dripped out of me. I quickly tried to hide that act, as the Grand Vizier came after our love making, to make sure things had gone alright, to make sure the King was still pleased, that I was still pleasing, that my task as concubine had been fulfilled, and none of His cum had been wasted on my face, or body, or ass. He examined me carefully, making sure the only cum he could find was inside my vagina, the bits over my fingers were easily excused as having spilt from my over flowing vessel.
The Grand Vizier did this examination after every coupling... and I wondered what he feared... if my King had other desires that were being denied Him because of the newly placed crown upon His forehead.
I was allowed to call hom, and I did, after many mistakes in dialing... My fingers shook, I was so nervous. I felt ashamed that my heart had accepted a new Master. That my previous Master's training was now being used to please another. That I was to be bred like live stock... but my old Master seemed pleased. He listened as I told Him everything that had hapenned, and told me I had done well, that I was doing well... and then I wondered if I had ever really been kidnapped, or just sold... He laughed at me, and said He had received payment, after I had been taken, and proven how well I could obey. To my old Master, I was nothing but property... valuable property, but property non-the-less... I felt my heart break at His words... He told me He valued me as a companion as well, and was happy I was enjoying myself, that my new King was treating me well. He was happy that I was happy.... and confided that if I hadn't been... He would have gotten me out. He would have stolen me back... but since I was fulfilling my natural role in the world, and as long as I was happy... there was no need. I was slave. Changing the name to concubine changed nothing in my heart, or actions, or desires, or reactions. I was slave, and always would be.
I told Him my King was breeding me... and He laughed. He knew I had always wanted to have children, and now was my chance. Not by accident, but by plan, and my children would be well provided for...
I felt my inner guilt melt away, and I thanked my old Master... and told Him I might not call Him again, as my new life was taking me over. He laughed again, and said I was welcome to call Him if I needed to, but other then that, He expected nothing from me, as I was no longer His to command, or expect things from....
And then I went once more to my Kings bed, as He rang for my attendance, since He had an erection, and in His country, to waste such a thing was considered a lack of want for offspring... I attended Him many a time in a single day, making sure my vagina received all His seed, and that I was well behaved for Him in the ways He found most pleasing... and I found those ways to best please me...
I felt content when I woke up.... at peace, of sorts... what a weird dream.
Pairings: MF
Appropriate Ratings: NC17, I suppose
Warnings: Maledom, sexual slavery, kidnapping, etc
Disclaimers: Not really. My dream, so my characters and my story
Short Summary:A dream I had, where I was a slave girl bound to be a breeding concubine for a far away King.
Word Count: 1452 (As per MS Wordcount)
Disclaimer: This work is entirely fictional, any resemblance to anyone in whole or in part in anyway is entirely coincidental and not intentional on behalf of the author in any way.
Cross Posted To: My IJ
I had a dream last night. It was a different dream... Very very clear, and concise, and more often then not, made perfect sense.
I was a slave, Owned, Loved, and my Master was envied for having one such as me on his chain. One night, I was kidnapped, just stolen away in the night, and taken far far away to another land.
Once I was there, my title of slave was taken away, and instead, I was called concubine. I was permitted to call my Master, from time to time, to let Him know I was still alive, and well. My new Owner was a newly crowned King, with many gabbling sisters who dispised me. They had next to no status, but I, a slave, had so much more.
I was told, quickly, that I was to be impregnated, bred, for the newly crowned King needed an heir. They expected me to bear only sons, and would hear nothing of the possibility of a daughter. I knew I would be the one punished if I carried a daughter to term, so I tried to make the thought of a daughter being birthed a mroe pleasant one. I said she could be married off for a treaty, or as payment for some act of another country. The grand Vizier who I had a lot of contact with, agreed. I watched His eyes glitter with greed, thinking of the bride price He could extract for a daughter of royal blood, never counting the fact that her other blood would be mine... a slave, now a concubine.
I was well trained in the arts of deceiving a man into thinking I enjoyed his company in bed.... and after a while, I did begin to enjoy it. The Boy King was so ... hungry, so excited... at times I wondered if I was the first woman in His bed, and I was right, I was. I was the ONLY woman in His bed. If there are no other women in His bed, He dosn't have to worry about betrayel, or the woman running away with His child... I was His, and only His. No other was to touch me, so any child I carried could easily be placed upon the throne with no fear of tainted ancestry.
I had my own appartments... In a tower of the house, I took an elevator, which was the only access, up about nine floors. There was a stair case between the elevator I took, and another one, but those other elevators, and the stair case ended in a trap, furthering my chances of being safe in this castle. Only one woman was allowed to attend me, and she despised me. She had no loyalty to me what so ever. My tower went up several floors, each layer dedicated to a different task. One was for learning ettiquet, and book knowledge. Another was for learning the arts of the bedroom to His pleasure, another was for silent contemplation, another was for lessons in self defense, and still another was for me to just sit, listen to music in a plush leather couch, and jsut relax. So many many floors did my tower have...
One day, the woman who attended me, betrayed me. She took up a cadre of kidnappers to my sacred tower. Thankfully, I was able to kill some, and the guards took care of the rest. When the maid was confronted she said "I do not attend HER, I attend anyone who wishes access to this tower. If they mean her harm, it is not my concern, for she is nothing to me." She was quickly executed for High Treason, since, if the kidnappers had succeeded, any child that I carried would belong to them as well. If had nothing to do with me, just with the possibility of my having a royal child growing inside my womb.
After that, the King took me for a trip, to explore His country. He took my to an arcade he had frequented as a child, but it was difficult to get in to. It was next to impossible to find. Apparently, arcades in this country were frowned upon, and could easily end up with the owner spending much time in jail, and the people who frequent it would join him. The King knew nothing would happen to Him, but He still derived much pleasure from the illusion of Him being caught and punished for His transgressions.
He took me for a tour of a typical civilian school, and I enjoyed it muchly. The children were obviously well cared for, and seemed to enjoy themselves very much despite the fact they were learning high volumes of things.
I remember the frenzied mating the King had with me after that, as if the sight of children fanned the flames of hunger for His own. I acted just as frenzied as He was, letting Him do as He wished with my body, knowing how to let me body respond in pre-trained reactions, while letting my mind hide from the act... but once more, I saw in Him something.... I don't know what. The act of mating with him did not disgust me, it actually aroused me... I played with His cum as it dripped out of me. I quickly tried to hide that act, as the Grand Vizier came after our love making, to make sure things had gone alright, to make sure the King was still pleased, that I was still pleasing, that my task as concubine had been fulfilled, and none of His cum had been wasted on my face, or body, or ass. He examined me carefully, making sure the only cum he could find was inside my vagina, the bits over my fingers were easily excused as having spilt from my over flowing vessel.
The Grand Vizier did this examination after every coupling... and I wondered what he feared... if my King had other desires that were being denied Him because of the newly placed crown upon His forehead.
I was allowed to call hom, and I did, after many mistakes in dialing... My fingers shook, I was so nervous. I felt ashamed that my heart had accepted a new Master. That my previous Master's training was now being used to please another. That I was to be bred like live stock... but my old Master seemed pleased. He listened as I told Him everything that had hapenned, and told me I had done well, that I was doing well... and then I wondered if I had ever really been kidnapped, or just sold... He laughed at me, and said He had received payment, after I had been taken, and proven how well I could obey. To my old Master, I was nothing but property... valuable property, but property non-the-less... I felt my heart break at His words... He told me He valued me as a companion as well, and was happy I was enjoying myself, that my new King was treating me well. He was happy that I was happy.... and confided that if I hadn't been... He would have gotten me out. He would have stolen me back... but since I was fulfilling my natural role in the world, and as long as I was happy... there was no need. I was slave. Changing the name to concubine changed nothing in my heart, or actions, or desires, or reactions. I was slave, and always would be.
I told Him my King was breeding me... and He laughed. He knew I had always wanted to have children, and now was my chance. Not by accident, but by plan, and my children would be well provided for...
I felt my inner guilt melt away, and I thanked my old Master... and told Him I might not call Him again, as my new life was taking me over. He laughed again, and said I was welcome to call Him if I needed to, but other then that, He expected nothing from me, as I was no longer His to command, or expect things from....
And then I went once more to my Kings bed, as He rang for my attendance, since He had an erection, and in His country, to waste such a thing was considered a lack of want for offspring... I attended Him many a time in a single day, making sure my vagina received all His seed, and that I was well behaved for Him in the ways He found most pleasing... and I found those ways to best please me...
I felt content when I woke up.... at peace, of sorts... what a weird dream.