Image – Rudolf Koppitz
It’s spring – the time of year that symbolizes romance, promise and renewal. New life. A world reborn.
In our culture spring has great significance and a large number of festivals and public games in the Principality are dedicated to the gods of nature, life and sex.
The biggest and most famous of these festivals is held in the town of Thanasius, in the west of the Principality, and it was here that I had now come with my Mistress.
Thanasius is a beautiful historic town set on the river Roon. The castle is located high on a steep rise and from its turrets one can see only rich green and yellow farmland stretching out on undulating hills under the dome of a clear blue sky.
This is fertile farm country and its people are wealthy, vivacious and very hardworking. They are a physical and sensual people who think of their pleasures as a reward and as a right.
They are also very religious. This is possibly due to their temperament but also because of the gifts that the gods bestow upon their lands every year. The pleasure gods are particularly revered here and the spring festivals are taken very seriously and are hugely popular. People come from all over the Principality to enjoy and participate in them.
This is also slave country. Farmed and built by slaves. It is has one of the biggest slave markets in the territory and many of the slaves sold here are of the highest quality – due in large part to the proximity of the Thanasian slave seminary which is located two miles further up the river.
Slavery is an important part of our religion and culture, and the Thanasian seminary is perhaps the oldest and most famous of its kind in the Principality. I myself spent three years there to train for my vocation after I was sold by my god family. Slaves trained in the Thanasian way are renowned for their discipline, their selflessness and their sexual prowess and I take great pride in having been trained there.
The discipline in the seminary was harsh and the confessors showed us no mercy. Whippings were frequent and often random – a slave could be flogged on the whim of a confessor at any time – and no one ever left until they were deemed “ready to serve”. It was there that I learnt to understand the pleasure of the whip and how we slaves serve our gods, our country and our Masters by our submission to them.
A Thanasian slave lives to serve and we have no possessions and no will. Not even our bodies are ours as we must renounce ownership of everything.
In the seminary we were whipped and tormented until we truly understood the sin of the ego. Our lives, our feelings and our pleasures were all denied us. We are passive – to be possessed and used. A gift from the gods. Like the elements – we are the air you breathe or the water you drink – and we are to be enjoyed as such.
This was how we serve the gods – by living vicariously – only through servicing the pleasure of others. And that, for us, brings forth the ultimate pleasure – a physical and spiritual ecstasy so intense and transcendental that it is like heaven itself. And in those moments we are truly free.
This is how a Thanasian slave regards freedom.
A Confessor once asked me a trick question, “Will you give yourself to me?”
Of course I had to say that the question had no meaning. I was a slave. I had no ownership of my body or my “self” and therefore “I” could not be “mine” to give.
I learned that my vocation was really a liberation and that my calling was a noble one – to serve the gods by serving my Masters. Every day I still prey to the gods and give thanks to them for my slavery.
Image – “The Secret Dungeon”
When I was 18 I was released from the seminary and sold to a Master who put me in a whipping contest which I won for him.
And it was there that my Mistress Theia first saw me. She was recently a war widow – her husband had died in the war of the archipelagos. She is in her early 30s and very beautiful. She is from one of the old landed families in the east and has all the education and grace of the true born aristocrat.
She bought me, and I say this with some pride, at a price that had become quite inflated due to my graceful and sensuous performance at the whipping. Originally, the Master hadn’t wanted to sell me – he was a young bachelor who used me for sex and household chores – but he realized that if he auctioned me there and then he could probably afford two or three new slaves for the price he received from selling me.
My Mistress told me she hadn’t cared about the price and outbid everyone else at the auction. She said she couldn’t resist me. She had loved the way I sang under the whip so much that she just had to have me for her own.
She said watching me flogged was the most graceful, sensual and beautiful thing she had ever seen.
I think she bought me as a consolation. She was still young and I made it my purpose to remove the stain of sadness from her and to give her only loving devotion. I was so pleased she had found me and given me this purpose. We slaves are so desperate to serve and to love.
I have happily served Mistress Theia now for two years and I love her deeply. She is my life and I live for her. I am her favourite slave, her confidante, and I wait on her and submit to her in all things. She is my mind and I am her body.
She has never been cruel to me. My punishments have always been deserved and whenever I am whipped, tormented or used for her amusement – or for that of her guests – I sing for her and sing the love and ecstasy I feel for her.
I know I am precious to her.
And I have never had reason to doubt her.
Continues The Hunt (II)