Continues from The Hunt (III)
Image – Ruslan Lobanov
The morning may have appeared bright and full of promise to me but my Mistress’ mood was quite the opposite. She seemed somber and distant, as if preoccupied by other, weightier matters. She greeted us and then spoke no more. We went about the business of attending her morning needs as usual but in complete silence.
Soraia had just finished her manicure and I was just brushing her hair when suddenly she told Soraia to leave.
“I need to speak to Bella.”
I remained and waited.
“Come here and kneel next to me. Let me brush your hair for a change.”
She had often played with my hair and sometimes had even washed it for me. She told me she loved the way it curled, flowed and shone “like a mountain spring.” She said she envied me for it as her hair was straight and “boring.”
I sat with my back to her and she gently took my hair and started to brush it softly. Then she parted the hair from the nape of my neck and gently gifted me tiny soft kisses there like tentative summer raindrops. Then, very slowly, she ran her fingers over my shoulders and down to my breasts. Her hands caressed and cupped me and her thumbs gently flicked at my hardening nipples. I closed my eyes and bathed in paradise.
Her fingernails plucked and scratched at my nipples and I suffered a pleasure so intense that I began to moan and sing for her – as she knew I would.
I sang my surrender. I was hers. And I always would be hers. Forever at her fingertips. Never stop. No. Never. Please… Your soft fingers possessing me… Oh… Unceasing bliss reign over me and keep me …
She kissed my neck and shoulders again and softly whispered to me in my ecstasy, “My sweet Bella. You are so precious. So precious to me…”
I cried out in pleasure and then a hand traced a slow gentle survey of my soft yielding belly flesh and finally, thankfully, ventured to savour the dew at my blossoming pussy. Mine was her bud and now she would have me bloom my spring for her.
A soft pressure. Fingers peeking inside. Tickling caresses. My pussy rushed in greeting. Come to life. Come to joy. Come to me. I danced in wet exultation and sang my sweet birdsong. Of the sea I sang. Of the sun I sang. Over fields of flowing yellow I sang.
Until there was…
She put her arms around me and, for a while, in silence, hugged me tightly.
A long while.
Something was wrong.
I surfaced suddenly from a deep pool to a harsh cruel light. I blinked my eyes.
She let go of me and said, “Turn around and face me.”
I did so. She looked tearful. For some reason I had a sudden sense of foreboding.
“Bella, my pretty one. I need you to do something for me.”
There was a long pause and then, “I wouldn’t do this if it wasn’t important. I want you to know that. And I’m sorry I haven’t given you any warning but… something happened last night and well, I know it’s all so last minute but….”
Whatever was coming I had a very strong feeling it wasn’t going to be good news.
“Bella, my precious little one…. you have been the prettiest flower in my garden for so long…”
I was frozen. Goosebumps on my arms. I daren’t move.
Is she going to sell me?
Another deathly pause.
“I do not do this lightly.”
I bowed my head.
“I’ve decided ..”
Everything had stopped and all I could hear was the hissing sound of the wheat outside the open window.
“To put you in…”
Selling me. No…
“For the slave hunt.”
Oh Gods. I gasped and then quickly controlled myself.
She put her arms around me and hugged me again.
But I was dumbfounded. Why? When had she decided to do this? Why now? Why hadn’t she told me before we came? The hunt was the day after tomorrow. Why leave it to the last moment? None of this made sense. A thousand questions rushed through my head but I couldn’t ask any of them. I just waited and hoped she would enlighten me.
Suddenly there was a heavy weight at the pit of my stomach. The hunt. The hunt… The realization of what that word really meant was dawning on me. It wasn’t just what they might do to me when they caught me. I’d get a whipping and be used for sure but they’d be able to do anything they wanted to me and I would have to submit to it. I could be hurt or injured or… worse. What if something went really wrong? If I made any mistakes I could be taken away from her for good…. I didn’t want to be parted from her. I didn’t want to leave her house. Why was she doing this to me? Why? Why? Why?
A voice in my head screamed “No!”
But all I could say was, “Yes, Mistress. If it pleases you to have me serve you in this way.”
“Listen to me. I am not doing this lightly. You are very precious to me but that…. is exactly why I need you to do this for me now.”
“I will give you instructions which you must follow to the letter.
“When they release you, run to the river and head upstream towards the seminary. A Master will be waiting there and you are to surrender to him. Him only. No one else.
“Mistress,” I paused and then spoke the following words as softly and respectfully as I could, “I cannot choose who I surrender to.”
“I know but gods willing he will be there.”
“Mistress, if another Master sees me I have to surrender to him. I cannot run away once I am seen.”
“I know but gods wiling he will be there for you. I know he will be there.”
I felt like crying but just managed to hold back the tears. There was a wave of sorrow welling up inside me that I felt would drown me and smash me to pieces. I felt as though I was falling….
She touched my cheek. “My sweet pretty one. Do this for me. It is … a test. You were at the slave seminary here. You know that slaves… all of us… must be tested, must prove ourselves. And believe me, this will be a test for all of us.”
Continues The Hunt (V)