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Author Topic: It's Never Too Late to Learn New Tricks  (Read 1449 times)

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It's Never Too Late to Learn New Tricks
« on: Sep 08, 18, 12:16:44 AM »
(Backdated five years ago)

TW: Violence, BDSM, rough sex, non-consent

Cassius woke up screaming.

He couldn’t help it. The night before Aurav had summoned him to his chambers and informed him that he would be sent to Hayll’s premier Red Moon House for more training. His Master wanted to loan Cassius out to his friends’ with darker desires and he didn’t want the pleasure slave to embarrass him. The Prince had said he didn’t need more training, that Aurav could save his money and Cassius would please anyone that his Master desired, but it had been a mistake. Precious had been escorted in and Aurav had called in a small knife. His Queen had been forced to use her Touch on him before his Master cut into his back, commanding him not to scream, over and over again.

Cas had failed over and over again as well. The screams came even when he tried to bite them back. Even though he knew they would mean he had to leave his Queen.

The pain had bled into his dreams, his Queen’s Craft twisted into something that caused him agony. Precious had tried to bandage the damage his Master had done, but Cassius had slept on his stomach the entire night, the pain too much to bear. He was just about to put some ointment on the wounds when he was informed it was time to go. To pack his things.

When Aurav had said he was sending him away, Cassius had not thought he meant so quickly. He didn’t even have time to say goodbye to Precious before he was out the door and inside a carriage with his Master, rolling through the richest part of Hayll. They pulled up to an ornate building, large statutes and painted tiles announcing to the world the riches that laid within. Cassius had never been to this part of Hayll and he couldn’t help that his mouth fell open at the sight.

Cassius stayed dutifully behind Aurav as they went inside, his head bowed and his hands clasped in front of him. He didn’t even dare take in the lavish furniture and lush curtains. If his Master disliked something that Cassius did in public, he wasn’t afraid to show it, so most of his slaves took extra precautions when out with him.

Inside the waiting room that a tall male led them too, the slave stood silently while Aurav sat and helped himself to a bottle of fine wine. When Judiah entered, his Master got up and clasped her hands in genuine delight.

“Lady Vidanic, it is so nice to see you again. I hope you and your son are doing well?” Aurav smiled and waited for her answer before glancing at his slave.

“Cassius.”

The single word was all the Prince needed to step forward and kneel before his Master, his eyes cast to the floor. Aurav settled a gentle hand on his head, petting his hair lightly. “This is the boy I spoke to you about. He was a gift from my sister. Well trained as a pleasure slave, but lacking when it comes to pleasing men that want to take out a bit of frustration on soft flesh after a trying day.” The hand that had so gently stroked his hair before tightened and jerked upward, causing Cassius to gasp in pain.

“See what I mean? I wish to loan him out to a few of my friends and in his current state, he would humiliate me. Probably wouldn’t even make it through a night.” He laughed, the fat around his chin jiggling. “I know you are the best in Hayll at the bedroom arts, so I have no doubt you will train him well.” Aurav passed Judiah a secondary control ring and looked down at his slave.

“Lady Vidanic will be training you for the next month, boy. I expect to see results when you return.” His voice held a warning before Aurav glanced up at Judiah. “If he isn’t responding to the training or misbehaves, let me know and I will stop by for a visit.” Cassius felt himself inhale slightly, trying to push away the thought of what his Master would do to him if he had to interrupt his routine and visit him.

“I won’t disappoint you, Master.” Cassius inhaled sharply as Aurav’s hand left his hair and gently stroked his cheek.

“Oh, I know you wont, Cassius. I know you wont.”

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Re: It's Never Too Late to Learn New Tricks
« Reply #1 on: Sep 09, 18, 08:35:33 PM »
“Dia, your guest is here.”

Judiah Vidanic, courtesan and owner of the finest Red Moon House in all of Hayll - if you asked her opinion- looked up from her record book and nodded, before looking back down a moment to finish one last accounting before closing the ledger and placing back inside her desk.

“Ah yes, I had almost forgotten he was coming today,” she said with a slight purse to her lips.  Lord Aurav was one of her wealthiest benefactor and she loath the man.  Judiah didn’t loathe many people and not enough to hold that sentiment for more than a few decades, but she really did loathe him.  Unfortunately, he did have the sort of social connections and influence that while he couldn’t bankrupt her, he could affect the income stream to her Villa for quite some time.  She had already earmarked that money for a few special projects and it would not do to have those plans waylaid by the bastard.

“Make sure he’s seated in the Green room.  It’s private enough to keep other guests from being nosy and gilded enough to justify the rate boost that I’m going to be charging him for this meeting as well as whatever it is that he wants to contract me for.”  She waved her hand slightly, knowing her staff well enough to anticipate their next question, “Let Livia know she won’t be needed today, he’s not here to see her.  In fact, send her on an errand and just get her out of the house, in case he might see her and decide for a little treat before he heads back to his own home.”   She liked Livia but the girl had much the same opinions of the man that she did and unfortunately, she seemed to be just the time of girl he enjoyed.

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Judiah took a glance at herself in the mirror, inspecting her makeup and making sure her appearance was flawless.  Satisfied that she was just the right mixture of sex and professional, she glided down the hallway towards the room where her guest would be waiting.   Pausing only a half second before stepping through the threshold to put on her mask of contentment, she strode in lifting her hands to Lord Aurav in greeting as he rose to take them.

“Lord Aurav, always a pleasure to be graced with your presence,” she cooed warmly.  “Yes, Judah is well and receiving accolades and praises all the way from the Territory Court.   I could not be more proud, and how are your business ventures proceeding?”   Polite plesantries exchanged, she turned her head to where he gestured to the slave in his attendence. 

Well, he’s a handsome one, she said with a little mental purr and a warm feeling sliding between her legs.  His master might be repulsive but he looked absolutely delicious. 

She watched with interest at his form as he knelt at Aurav’s feet, his head bowed; watched as the Master jerked his head up by the roots of his hair with enough force that Judiah’s own scalp twitched in sympathy.

“Yes, I see.  He’s obedient enough but lacks some of the finer points to make a good pleasure slave into an excellent one.”  She reached down and cupped Cassius’ chin in her hand, her grip firm as she ran her thumb against his lips, pressing it between the soft flesh.  Instead of parting his teeth, she felt them clench instinctively.  Her other hand shot out and slapped him hard, knocking him down.

“Lesson one puppy.  When someone puts something in your mouth, you pull back your teeth or you lose them.  A good whore can do an even better job without such obstacles.”  Her eyes flashed bright golden before looking up at Aurav, seeing the pleasure in his eyes.  “My apologies Lord, I should not have struck his face so.  I will make sure my personal healer attends and keeps his face unblemished should I need to discipline him further.  Are there any areas you wish me to skip over?  I would like the time we have to be used as efficiently as possible.”

His sick grin made her stomach curl, “None.  I expect him to have a very complete education by the time I return.”   Judiah accepted the secondary ring from his hand with a smile and a small bob from her head.  “I promise, his education will be most expansive.”

“Good, and there may even be a generous bonus if you exceed my expectations.” 

Judiah watched as he spoke once more to the male at her feet, keeping her expression neutral as Master imparted a few final words to the pleasure slave before handing her an envelope of gold marks, the first installment of payment and left the room.   Without saying a word, she walked over to one of the plush chairs and sat down, relaxing back into the seat with languid ease as her eyes fell over her.   With a flicker of craft, the doors to the room closed and locked.

“Alright, let’s see what I’m working with,” she said cooly.  “Strip puppy, crawl to me and heel.”







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Re: It's Never Too Late to Learn New Tricks
« Reply #2 on: Sep 10, 18, 03:16:27 PM »
Cassius looked up at the Red Moon Matron when she gripped his chin. He slipped into the soft abstract place that allowed him to tend to his Master’s clients without much thought. His eyes burned with hidden desire as she ran her finger over his lips and the air thickened around the Prince, an almost imperceptible amount of power heating the space around the pair. Cassius wasn’t perfect though. He had been trained through practice, not instruction.

So a small cry left his plump lips as his hands broke his fall to the ground and pain seared through him. His hand wanted to go up to cradle his cheek, the redness sure to turn to a bruise soon enough, but he dutifully returned to his knelt position instead. Without her touching him, the heat in the room disappeared and Cas’ eyes returned to the floor. “Yes, Lady. My apologies for the mistake.” His cheek burned, but so did his pride. He did not have a lot in life that was his, but his skills as a pleasure slave were one of them. The slave was damn good at bringing pleasure. Cassius wondered how adept he would have to get at taking a beating for the more sick friends’ of Aurav’ before he was considered an excellent one to this woman.

He didn’t react as his Master and Lady Vidanic spoke, but he took mental notes. Always aware. She had a son. One working with the territory court. She was going to train him for an excruciatingly long month on how to enjoy the pain Aurav’s friends’ preferred. If Cassius was less well trained he might have frowned at the prospect of this witch torturing him for the next month, but his face remained blank. It couldn’t be worse than living with Aurav...could it?

The slave remained motionless as his Master left, pointing out Cassius’ Jewels and leaving the option for their removal up to Judiah. He blinked slowly at the last words, trying not to let the prospect of Mother Night’s gifts being ripped from him again cloud his mind.

He knew what was coming next. He always knew what was coming next. It was like a great play that unfolded again and again against his flesh. So, without a word, Cassius rose to his feet and began to unbutton his shirt. He could have vanished it, but seduction was about the journey, not the end result. His muscled chest appeared first and just as he removed the shirt, carefully folded it to draw out the anticipation, he vanished the bandages on his back as well. He had stopped the bleeding last night and the healing ointment Precious had put on them had quickened the healing process, but they were still scabbed and bruised. It was not something he could change though, even if the scars dancing down his back embarrassed him.

Instead, he focused on drawing out the pleasure of discovery for Lady Vidanic. He unbuttoned his pants and let them slide down his leg, his member popping forth, already enlarged from pleasure craft he had employed on himself. The heat returned to the room and Cassius locked eyes with the witch. He had a skill for reading people, adapting his style to their wants and needs. It did not seem Lady Vidanic wanted a meek submissive currently, so he slid into confidence instead.

He crawled towards her, his golden eyes never leaving her own. Cassius only stopped when his body was in between her legs, her inner thighs grazing his arms slightly. The redness of his cheak was fading and a faint bruise began to appear. “May I pleasure you, Lady Vidanic?” The words were smooth, deep and filled with the assurance that he could make her moan.

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Re: It's Never Too Late to Learn New Tricks
« Reply #3 on: Sep 12, 18, 10:35:40 PM »
He was bruising.  This could be problematic.  While some men would enjoy slapping and hitting him for their own pleasure, bruising would devalue his looks.  Judiah would need to speak to her House Healer about some way to maybe get around this.  Bruising would even make him seem even more vulnerable which might end up even worse for him.

She watched him slowly shed his clothing, his face taking on that blank look again.  Another thing she would have to instruct him.  Women enjoyed the skills of a pleasure slave for their many talents, but to truly intoxicate he would have to make them believe that he found them equally as desirable.   Pleasure was much a mental as physical exercise but these things would come about soon enough.

He certainly didn’t disappoint in the rest of his physique, her eyes travelling down well defined abdomen to an extremely impressive cock.  Certainly not a male to be used on an innocent witch without giving her a fright.   As he approached, she parted her legs and allowed him to kneel between her thighs, bringing one knee bent so that her foot rested on the edge of the seat and gave him enough space to get close.

He held her eyes though, points for that.  She gave him a satisfied nod as he settled on his knees and asked for permission to give her pleasure. With a throaty purr, she leaned forward, her hand sliding under his chin to draw hip up. “Mmmm you can try puppy, it will be interesting to see if you can.”  Her full dark lips brushed against his, her own seduction tendrils sliding over his body like phantom fingertips, sliding down his turgent length before drifting between his legs and inner thighs.

“If you do a good job, I’ll let you cum when I am satisfied,” she whispered, her teeth nipping at his lip, “and if you do a very good job, I’ll let you choose where.”

She watched as he slid down between her thighs and leaned her head back as the first touches began. 







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Re: It's Never Too Late to Learn New Tricks
« Reply #4 on: Sep 13, 18, 08:11:37 PM »
Cassius smiles at her challenge. It was playful, light, her permission to please her unleashing the full skill of the slave. She had not taken his Jewel, so Green tendrils of seduction craft ran over Judiah’s body at the same time his hands did. The Prince was at his best when he was allowed access to his Craft, his skill in making his clients moan running hand and hand with his Jewels. Fingers, some real and some not, ran wild over the witches body as Cassius drove Judiah to climax like he had known her body for years. His mouth was soft where it needed to be, his fingers bruising where they needed to be, and his cock where it needed to be.

Time slowly down and the pleasure slave felt the sweet glisten on his body as minutes turned and the hour was close to being struck.

His breathing had increased towards the end, his ability to seem impervious to the pleasure he himself felt faltering.

“Are you satisfied, Lady Vidanic?” The question came out hot against her breast, the Prince looking into her eyes. For a brief moment he thought she might tell him no, just to torture him like Cornelia took such great pleasure in, but she gave him her approval and Cassius smiled.

He pulled out of the witch and let his release spill out on her ample breasts, his knees straddling her. He sat like that for a long moment, catching his breath, before leaning forward, kissing Judiah soft and slow against the mouth.

His body fell beside hers then on the bed, Cassius propping himself up on his side. Some of the cuts on his back had broken open, bleeding slightly, and he didn't want to lay back on them. Instead, his his muscles were taunt. Not relaxed. He was never relaxed, even during that moment of release he had been ready for some repercussion. Some change. Now, he waited for a slight movement of the Matron’s body, a subtle indication of her mood, for what she wanted from him next.

Some people liked him to hold them and some preferred him to dress and leave. He had made mistakes assuming who wanted what before and it had ended in pain.

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Re: It's Never Too Late to Learn New Tricks
« Reply #5 on: Sep 16, 18, 12:45:17 PM »
Judiah moaned and writhed beneath the talented mouth and hands that assaulted her body, driving her higher and higher into bliss.  The puppy hadn’t been bragging, he had some genuine skill and talent and a taste for the female body that could not be faked with the best of skill.  It had been far too long since Judiah had allowed herself to the the seduced than the seducer.   She hadn’t intended to make things easy for him, had intended to make him work to earn her climaxes and her cries but he had pulled the first one from her lips so quickly she hadn’t even had the time to prepare.

Time seemed to stop as he worked her body, and made her almost panting with need before that gloriously thick cock slid inside her slick folds, making her groan as she stretched tightly around him.  She had even tried to touch him, instinct and habit to serve making her want to hear his reactions but green craft had held her at bay, sometimes even holding her down on gentle bindings while he shifted his placement and sent her clawing at the floor beneath them.    Under or above him, on her side or on her belly, they rolled and moved and writhed against each other and her soft carpeting for an eternity until she couldn’t even make a sound, her throat raw from her own screams.  She wasn’t even sure when they had made the move to a bed, another major point in his favor.

Finally full and ready himself she couldn’t do more than nod her complete approval to his “exam” and watched as he knelt over her, his seed spilling forth over her breasts.  A strange practice she has always thought but she had promised him this choice and lifted her chin to kiss him in earnest appreciation when he had recovered enough to lean down and take her mouth to his.

Calling in a damp cloth that was scented with lavender oil she cleaned her breasts of his release before tossing the cloth to a corner of the room and called in another one, this one scented of sandlewood as she began to gently clean the sweat from his body, her hand drifting down his chest and lastly between his legs to wipe the last of their joined juices away.

Practicalities accomplished, she leaned against him, her mouth drifting over his chest in little kisses and light licks.  Nothing inviting in the gesture, just a prolonged contact.  “Mmmmm it has been a very long time since I’ve had so many climaxes puppy,  you are quite accomplished.”  She slid one arm around his waist to pull him against her and froze as she felt the wetness there.  Lifting her hand she narrowed her gaze on the redness on her fingertips before not too kindly shoving him down on his stomach to assess his back.

“Stupid fool,” she growled in a way that wouldn’t be clear to whom she was speaking as she called in another cloth and began gently dabbing at the open wounds. 







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Re: It's Never Too Late to Learn New Tricks
« Reply #6 on: Sep 16, 18, 12:56:32 PM »
If given the choice, Cassius always pulled out. He always spent himself as far away from a witches reproductive organs as he could, because he did not want another child. The slave knew he had little choice in the matter, but he took what small steps he could to ensure that he wouldn't have to watch another of his children grow up without him.

The Prince remained still, seemingly relaxed, as Judiah cleaned him. His Green Jewel hung limply from his neck and his birthright sat snuggly on his finger, both cheaply made, but at least granting him the feel of his power against his skin. It felt nice, just as the lavender cloth did against his nicely worked muscles. Cassius returned the light gestures she gave him, his thumb gently tracing against her stomach as she worked. It seemed absent, but it was calculated, his hand ready in case she wished for more.

The pleasure slave smiled warmly at her praise and he was about to respond when the woman pushed him down onto the sheets. He let himself fall, his body still as she inspected the cuts Aurav had made on his back. Never before had Cassius had a Master that liked to mare the skin of their pleasure slaves, but Aurav took joy in marking the Prince and letting it show. Perhaps he knew it bothered Cas or perhaps he just liked to see reminders of his work. Either way, a network of scars had begun to grow on his back and the fresh wounds cut across them, clearly from a sharp knife.

“With your permission, I can shield the area so it does not stain your sheets.” He did not dare use Craft without her approval. Her exclamation made him pause though, uncertain why she cared. Technically, she was his Mistress for the next month, and none of his Mistresses had ever tended to his wounds. They were usually the ones causing them. Cas did not agree with her though or show any hostility towards Aurav. She could easily be testing him and report his every move back to the man. “I also have a small amount of healing ointment. I put some on last night, after the punishment, but it usually takes a few days to totally heal.” He called it in, the small jar partially empty. Cassius was going to rise and apply it himself, as best he could, but the witch pushed him down and began tending to him herself.

It was strange, such a gentle touch from someone that held his Ring.

“Thank you for the help, Lady Vidanic. Let me repay you after. I could go a second round if you desire or slip between your legs again? Your pleasure is my joy.” The last words were automatic, ingrained in his by his Master. Ultimately, he was tired and his cheek stung against the pillow, but he did not want the woman to think he was ungrateful. And Cassius had nothing else to give.

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Re: It's Never Too Late to Learn New Tricks
« Reply #7 on: Sep 16, 18, 01:23:59 PM »
Judiah hissed at the pattern of scars across his back, some so old they were almost the same shade as his lovely skin and somewhere just barely healed and over those. She gently touched the area around the slices.  Straight and neat, not a whip as she had originally thought. A knife, a sharp knife but definitely a blade.   Judas had taught her the different weapons and wounds they could cause, showed her just the right place to stick some of them for the most lasting or more permanent effect.

“I’m not worried about the sheets,” she snapped, her temper rising at the obviously pleasure of harm inflicted on this poor boy.  Judiah accepted that there were some who enjoyed the practice of pain to enhance sex, appreciated some forms of it even but this was mutilation for the sheer enjoyment of harming another.  She doubted heavily that there was any sexual component to it.   Then, realizing he might mistake her anger as displeasure towards him, she leaned down and kissed the back of his shoulder.

“The salve will be useful, my healing skills are minimal and I don’t want these slices to become infected,” she said softly, as she continued very gently dabbing at the oozing wounds, infusing her touch with just a little of her Rose to begin calling the blood to clot.   “Had I known you were recovering from these…. Injuries,” her jaw clenched and her voice sharpened, “I would have insisted on postponing your interview until you were more recovered.”

His hand against the skin of her belly had felt good, and she wouldn’t mind his hand slipping between her thighs for a repeat performance but not now.  When he called in the jar, she took it from his hand, her other pushing lightly on his shoulder to keep him down on the bed as she moved to sit on his perfect ass.  Ignoring the heat that slid through her belly, she carefully dabbed the ointment against the clotted wounds with the practice and light touch of an experienced Healer before calling in some bandages and laying the clean linen over the wounds. 

When she was satisfied that they wouldn’t reopen, at least not without effort on his part, she slid back down into the bed next to him, wrapping naked limbs around him and drawing his head to her chest.  He was a beautiful creature and she did enjoy the feel of a warm, naked man against her body.  Even if he wasn’t fit to do much more than lay against her, it was a small comfort and a rare enjoyment.

“We will discuss repayment at a much later date,” she said, her fingers drifting through his hair.  “Meanwhile, I think there are some things you should learn about your time here sooner than later.   First of all, I am not your Mistress.  I am your teacher and should you wish it, your bedmate.  I find you very attractive and most pleasing, and those are two things that should not be wasted.  I am a woman of voracious sexual hunger, which is why I enjoy my work so much, but you are not my pleasure slave to use at my whim.”  She gave a little chuckle, “I think that if I unleashed all that was within me upon you, even your Green would be drained in attempting to keep up with me.”   

“You may call me Judiah, or Dia.  My girls call me Dia, much less formal.  We are a family here.  Yes, they work for me, pay me some of their wages in return for room, board, the use of my personal Healer and the promised protections of my guard but they are MY girls.  I look after them as if they were of my own get, and no they are not.  As you heard me speak to your Master, I have only a son who is a man full grown and far older than even you.   I have no wish or need of more children and have taken great pains to procure both contraceptive craft and brews to prevent such things.”
Her fingers slid down the back of his neck, her nails grazing against the skin, “While you are in my home, you will respect my rules and will receive the same courtesies as anyone else in my employ.  No one will force you to serve them, though with your handsome face and delicious attributes I suspect that some of my girls will show an interest.  You are allowed to refuse them.  Are you clear on this?”   Her hand moved under his chin to force his eyes to meet hers.

“When you are training, when you are in your lessons, then I expect total obedience and submission, but when that time is over, you are free to enjoy yourself as you see fit.  If you wish to go into the city to enjoy an evening in the theater, I will arrange an escort. If you wish to lay around your room and read all day, that is also your leisure.   My cook can and will provide you with whatever treats and delights you wish.  You wear a Green and I will not have anyone go hungry under my roof.”   Her eyes darkened.  “I may not wear my Offering anymore, but I do remember all too clearly the pinch of hunger when food was scarce.”

Releasing his chin, she dipped her head down to give him a deep and hungry kiss, “And I do hope that at some point, I might learn the man behind the pleasure slave and get a taste of you when you aren’t serving but seeking to sate yourself willingly.  I suspect it will be a glorious experience.”

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Re: It's Never Too Late to Learn New Tricks
« Reply #8 on: Sep 16, 18, 02:36:53 PM »
Cassius dropped silent at once, sensing her displeasure. He did not know this woman well enough to know who it was directed at, so the slave tried to take a breath and focused on remaining calm. The Prince did not think about how he was far darker than the woman or that his caste outranked hers. No. Such thoughts had been beaten out of him when he was younger. Instead, he focused on her movements, the feeling of her lips on his shoulder confusing to the male. She seemed upset by the punishment Aurav had given him, but had struck him herself earlier.

Judiah seemed...complex. Not someone Cassius could easily put in a box like his Master.

“I am glad we continued, Lady Vidanic. I wish to know how to please my Master more fully and there is no reason to wait.” A few wounds he could take. Failing Aurav and possibly never seeing Precious again...that he could not. Cassius knew what would happen if this training did not work. He would be useless to his Master, only a toy to torture his Queen with. If he was not careful, Aurav could get bored and dispose of him.

Cassius instinctually pulled Judiah closer to him, offering the warmth of his body to the female. They were usually so cold he found, their skin not constantly thrumming with the heat of his. He listened to her words, keeping his eyes down until she forced his chin up, her golden eyes staring into his. “I understand, Judiah. You are offering me a choice to serve or not. That is very kind.” He chose the more formal name, opting to keep as much distance as he could between himself and the woman when he was not serving her. Because, despite her words, she wore his Ring, and Cassius did not dare disrespect anyone that held that power over him. “I am...I must say I have never had that request before, but if you would like to get to know me, I have nothing to hide.” Except his Queen. But that was a secret not about himself. “And I always serve willinging, as any good pleasure slave would, Judiah. It is my joy to bring you pleasure.” Cassius leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead then, the layers upon layers of masks shifting seamlessly across his face.

The new arrival was a bit of an anomaly for the girls within the house. He seemed very mysterious. Dark Jeweled. Untasted. A slave. The first woman that came up to him the next day peeked into his room and introduced herself. Cassius looked up from his sketchbook, smiled wide, and greeted her. He did not turn down her advances and the two ended up in bed. As with anyone else that came to him. Cassius turned down none of them. But the girls gossiped together after, not feeling as if they really got to feel the Prince. He was slippery, his emotions warm and inviting, making them believe they were the most special person in the world, but afterwards he returned to quietly sketching in his book. He did not ask to go out. He did not take walks. He took most of his meals alone the first few days.

All of this just increased the gossip that flowed through the house like fire. As if the taste Cassius had given them had just fanned the flames.

At night, when Lady Vidanic called, the slave slipped into her room and pulled her close in bed. She did not appear to want sex, even when Cassius asked if she wanted him to serve her, so he just offered her the comfort of a warm body against her back. The two eventually ended up sleeping together in the morning and Cassius found himself enjoying it more than usual. Which was strange, because he usually felt nothing but the physical pleasure of release each time he fucked someone. He began to relax, slightly, a bit of the boyish charm he kept for Precious slipping outward. Cas worked to make Judiah laugh. He allowed himself to be silly. The slave thought about her for the next three days and began a sketch of Judiah in his book, drawing her long hair and thin arms.

The book snapped shut when he got a thread from the woman, informing him it was time for his training. The Prince swallowed hard and hurried to attend her, readying himself for the pain that was coming.

Stepping inside the space she told him to meet her, Cassius dutifully sank to his knees in front of the witch, the previous boyish charm eradicated from his demeanor. “How can I serve you, Judiah?”

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Re: It's Never Too Late to Learn New Tricks
« Reply #9 on: Sep 16, 18, 07:33:48 PM »
Judiah had been dreading this moment, more and more since she had begun to be allowed to slip beneath the masks that Cass had so carefully placed between himself and all Masters and Mistresses he had been forced to serve.  He had been so certain that she would simply seek to use him for her own pleasure that first night that she had invited him to her bed, she had almost simply allowed him to do so, if only to give him a semblance of normalcy in a world she had already turned on its head.  It had been much more enjoyable for her to wrap her arms around his naked body and curl her head into his shoulder.  Certainly it had been one of her best nights of sleep in a while.   He seemed to have been relaxed as well, given his sprawled out form when she woke the next morning, and he had look just so delicious with that wonderful male habit of being half hard and more awake than the rest of their body.   She couldn’t help herself, she slipped down and took him into her mouth, feeling the startled reaction as his brain realized what was happening. 

He was such an adorable creature, and had been such a satisfying treat to enjoy first thing in the morning.  She had been sure to take her time, enjoying every sound and reaction she had milked out of him, all the while holding him prone in her bed with a look every time he had tried to insist on servicing her until she reduced him to the inability at all before drinking down his release with a satisfied sigh.    Her own needs fulfilled, she had crawled up his body with a feline smile of pleasure and kissed and pet him until he had recovered enough to enjoy another round that left them both panting and pleased.  She had been careful to make sure that nothing was done to open his back again.

She had gathered some tools and implements, consulted with Giovanna who was her Girl who specialized in the pleasures of those areas both giving and receiving - though Giovanna found much more pleasure in making a male squirm beneath her expensive leather boot.   She had used the time of his recovery to send a message to Aurav requesting a specific list of his friends particularly pleasures so she had an idea of how to be sure that while Cass would be able to meet their darkest needs.  The list that was returned to her made her stomach curdle.  He was still healing, she would start slowly.

Dressing the part, she was wearing a black lace bodysuit that left little hidden to the eye, meant to arouse and torture simply with the eyes.  See what I offer and what you cannot have.   When he arrived and sank to his knees, she resisted the desire to pet his hair, offer him any sort of comfort.  Her expression steeled she reached down and gripped his chin, pulling him to his feet with force.

“Mistress,” she said steely.  “Do not assume any sort of equality here.  You are my dog, my cock whose will is only that which I deem it to be.  You will only deserve as much as I decide you deserve.  For the next three days, I will show you that your cock belongs only to me, and in turn to anyone who I grant the privilege.”  She tightened her grip and leaned in, her mouth a hair’s width from his lips.

“First test puppy,” she whispered, weaving her seduction tendrils around his body as her free hand reached down and gripped his cock before hissing.  “When you are in my presence, you are naked.  If you hide your body you are hiding my property from me and I won’t tolerate that.  And when I say naked, I mean completely.  You are to leave your jewels with your clothes on that stool.   If you forget this, you will not be allowed to have your jewels back and will be punished.  Are you understanding?”

Waiting for his confirmation and his removal of clothing and jewels, she motioned him to a strange wooden contraption on the wall, with two sets of restraints.  “Stand there,” she ordered and waited for him to step up to it before locking his wrists and ankles in the restraints.  Stepping up, she pressed her body to his, hips rubbing against his cock as her mouth closed over his throat, teeth brushing and tongue licking.   When she felt him stir against her, she reached down and grabbed him.

“Did I give you permission to get hard?  I do not recall telling my cock it could grow.”  She raked her nails down his chest. Not enough to draw blood but it would sting.   “It seems you need to learn how to follow directions.  Now, control yourself or you will be punished.”

She pulled out a whip of thin strips of leather, holding it in her hand.  When a few seconds had passed, she flicked her hand sending stinging blows against his thigh at just the right angle to cause the leather strips to whip around and bite at his scrotum.  “I am waiting, and I do not like to be kept waiting.”







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Re: It's Never Too Late to Learn New Tricks
« Reply #10 on: Sep 16, 18, 08:12:09 PM »
Aurav had told Cassius the Red Moon House would teach him not to be a pussy. That is would teach him how to not scream from the simple touch of a knife or a whip. The slave had not responded, but his imagination had run wild. Aurav had a particular skill at causing pain, enough so that even his hands running across the slave’s body terrified him. This witch couldn’t be worse, could she?

Once Cassius had met her, he had decided that, no, she could not be worse. She saw him as a person, which was more than Aurav did, and it was a weakness that would not allow her to go as far as his Master. The slave was glad for it. He allowed himself to smile around the Matron, not the smile of his mask, but the one that lit up his eyes as well. She took care of her girls and Cassius respected that the most. He wished beyond hope that he could do the same for Precious.

It was perhaps cruel that he had gotten to know Judiah before he had gotten to know his Mistress though, because Cassius was unprepared for the woman he encountered in the playroom. She pulled him to his feet, his eyes locked to hers before the male took in the sight of the beautiful woman. He knew her body already, but her outfit...Cassius was beginning to harden just looking at her.

He gasped in a breath as he misstepped, confusion playing across his face. She had said to call her Judiah. Cassius would have never dared such familiarity if she hadn't. As she continued to speak, outlining the next three days for him, dread crept through the slave, slow and grasping. It brought goosebumps to his skin as he realized Judiah was gone. This was another woman entirely.

He was no longer Cassius either. He was her slave.

Her words might have aroused another male, but not Cas. He had heard them so many times before that he had started to believe them before he met Precious. He was nothing. He was not anything more than his body. There was no one behind his mask.

“Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry. My will is yours. This body is yours.” He wished he could look away as he said it, but she gripped him hard. She could see the mask fall down over his face, his demeanor, his body. She could sense he was trying to remove himself from this situation, leave her a husk of a body to play with. He did this as he nodded his understanding to her command and walked steadily over to the stool, his walk smooth and confident, only his hand barely shaking as he removed his Jewels and his clothes. He cast one last look at his Green, clenching his teeth, before going to stand in front of the wooden contraption. Cassius struggled to keep his mask as she bound him, memories of Cornelia tying him down to rape him over and over until she was pregnant swimming through his head. He was already helpless. He already couldn't fight back because of his Ring. Why did they need to take away even the allusion?

Judiah’s earlier Seduction Craft had already caused Cassius’s cock to respond, but as she pressed herself into him, her outfit hardly covering her ample breasts, the male gasped and his lips brushed against her head. Blood rushed downward and he hardened, ready to please her when needed.

He stilled, his eyes shooting up to meet his, when she grabbed him, anger radiating off her. Cassius panted heavily, struggling to follow her command after she had already aroused him. No one had ever told him not to get hard. The slave found it incredibly difficult to avoid it. And, for once, the biting pain of the whip helped. Cas let out a whimper when it hit him, the extreme pain so close to the most sensitive part of his body, instantly making him go soft. Making his entire body recoil against his bonds.

Three days of this. He would have to endure three days of this? Cassius’ eyes dropped to the floor and he tried to think of Precious and their island. Far away from here. A place where no one could hurt them.

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Re: It's Never Too Late to Learn New Tricks
« Reply #11 on: Sep 16, 18, 08:30:13 PM »
Judiah watched him through hooded eyes, watched as the face slipped into the cold impassive mask that he had adopted when she first met him.  Watched the amusement and life in those gold eyes dull.  Not broken, no she knew that look when the mind slipped away to someplace else.  She might have wanted to allow him this, but someone who relished the pain of others would take it as a greater insult.

She slapped him hard, her hand connecting with his groin.  They liked that, she had been told, liked to induce the worst sort of pain a man could feel.  “Wake up!  Am I boring you slave?!  Do you have something better to think about?”   She reached down and cupped his balls, feeling them full in her hand.  “That’s better, if you please me then I’ll let you fuck me again.  You’d like that wouldn’t you slave?  But first you need to beg for it.”   She called in the special item that Giovanna had given her, a strange little silver item.   She held it up to his face.

“This will remind you why I am the Mistress and you are the slave.  Such a pretty thing, just like you,” she slid it across his face, and down his chest and let him feel the cold metal as it circled his nipple.  “A cage, but a very special cage.   Do you know what it does, slave?”  She waited for a moment as if she were going to let him answer but then squeezed his scrotum hard, cutting off anything he might say.

“I’m going to put this dainty little thing around your cock.  Lock it up so that no one can touch it, not even you.  So you remember that it is MINE now.  You will need, but your cock will have no where to go, so it can’t.  You will feel everything I am going to do to you, but will be unable to respond.”   She slipped it up and over his cock, locking the pin in place before kneeling before him, her cheek against his leg as she studied him.

“Mmmm, what a lovely piece of jewelry.  I think it suits you.  I think I will have you wear this for the whole time we are together.”  Her tongue flickered out, teasing his tip through the space between the metal.  “Do you feel that slave, my hot wet mouth?  Wouldn’t you just love to fill it?”  She laughed cruelly then, rising to her feet in a manner that made her body slide up his.

The whip cracked, this time striking his thigh and buttock before her hand glided over the flesh.  “Mmmm such soft delicious skin, muscled perfectly. “  Another crack of the whip, sting of leather on flesh.  “Don’t worry, I won’t mar that skin just yet.”   Judiah cooed at his mouth before moving over to the side and reaching up.   The restraints at his wrists were bound to a thick piece of wood that lifted out of a set of hooks.  Judiah released the wooden piece and brought his arms down in front of him, still bound to the pole.  Then she released his ankles before pulling him away from the wall and across the room.  “Come slave.  The time has come for the next lesson.”  She pulled a sheet back from a smaller object to reveal a cushioned bench.   Drawing him forward, she pulled him over it, so his stomach and chest rested on the cushion before securing his legs to the bottom of the bench. 

Her hand struck his ass, leaving a bright red imprint in the flesh.  “Don’t slouch, I want to see that ass high and presented,” she said, striking him with the whip across the back of his legs until he moved, as much as he could, into the position that pleased her.   Leaning over him, her hand slid down between his thighs, stroking the back of his cock as she purred into his ear.

“Tell me slave, you enjoy fucking witches….but have you ever had to play the witch?”







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Re: It's Never Too Late to Learn New Tricks
« Reply #12 on: Sep 21, 18, 11:03:06 AM »
Cassius screamed when she slapped his cock. Pain radiated through him, as if she had activated his Ring. He wanted to curl forward, cup his tender balls, but the bonds held him tight. The pain kept him agonizingly in the present, his mask faltering. He stared at Judiah in the eyes then, trying to struggle through the pain and the fear he was feeling to grasp onto anything. To learn anything. What did she want him to do? Was he just supposed to stand here, bound, while she drew screams out of him? Why did he need training for that? Aurav was already adept at that. Maybe it was just torture for tortures sake then. Maybe there was no training and this was just to get him prepared for the endless hours he would spend screaming in the future. Maybe there was no way to make it better.

When his Mistress called in the strange cage, Cassius felt his stomach roll. He had never seen one of these before, but he had heard of one. From other slaves that Cornelia had purchased from the Markets. He tried to keep his calm as she drug it down his body, tried to be the slave that he thought she wanted. If this was about learning to like the pain, he was going to make the attempt. He knew what was at stake.

“Thank you for the gift, Mistress. I need the reminder. You are too good to me.” Cassius’ heart was beating fast and he tried to bring the fire into the eyes, the kind that came so easily when he was having sex that he enjoyed. When it wasn’t mixed with pain. It flickered through, the heat from his body radiating towards the witch with considerable effort. Her tongue against him made the slave groan, his cock pushing against the cage and sending pain through him as it struggled to grow. Frustration filled him at its inability to expand. Frustration and need. At least Precious wasn't here for this. At least his Queen wouldn't see him bound and caged.

Crying out as she struck him again and again, sweat broke out on his skin as the slave tried to keep up. He tried to keep enough control to make his Mistress happy. To feed her desire. Was that what he was supposed to do? “You should mar it, Mistress. Cut into it. Make it your own. It will show others who owns me. And hopefully, most of all, it will please you.” Cassius struggled to say the words smoothly, feeling like he was drifting in dark water, unsure which way to go. Should he be encouraging her? Should he be silent? What part was he supposed to play?

Cassius went to the cushioned bench dutifully, glancing down at the cage around his cock. It terrified him. He had not thought he could be anymore powerless than he already was, but Judiah had taken away his last remaining weapon. How was he supposed to be a pleasure slave without his cock?

Red welts began to rise on the backs of his legs as he quickly moved into a better position for his Mistress, his back perfectly straight and his butt as high in the air as his bonds would let him. He closed his eyes in pain as she stroked his cock, crying out as the touch caused him arousal and for that arousal to cause him pain. As her words sunk in, Cassius wanted to scream. He wanted to crawl away from this room and...and...go where? He had nothing. Nowhere to go. There was only now and only the certainty that she was going to have someone fuck him and the inability to respond with his own arousal was going to kill him.

“Yes, Mistress. I have been fucked by males and females alike. This body is yours to do with as you like.” He didn’t say ‘my body.’ No. He was trying to learn. He was trying to find something within this torture to help him, but it just seemed like the beginning of a lifetime of oblivion for the pleasure slave.

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Re: It's Never Too Late to Learn New Tricks
« Reply #13 on: Sep 21, 18, 11:13:21 AM »
Judiah slapped his balls, “Do NOT presume to tell me how I will treat my slave,” she growled when he begged her to cut into his skin as she pleased.  “I like you pretty, I do not want you to be bleeding all over my expensive rug.”  She struck at his legs again and again, and then caressed the hot skin with her hand so gentle.  “So very pretty, I am glad you have had that much schooling.  It will make things go easier today. Only two days then for this session I think.”

Judiah snapped her finger and a man entered the room, naked and hard, with a face chiseled from marble and a look of glee across his features as he took in the sight of Cass bound and bent.  Judiah walked around the prone slave and knelt so that he was able to look at her.  “This is one of my most dutiful boys.  Did you know I kept boys here?  Oh they are very well trained and when they have been particularly good, I like to reward them.  Don’t I, Flavius?”

“Yes Lady,” came a deep chested rumbling voice that screamed male and dominant.  Judiah pat Cass’ face with the palm of her hand.  “Flavius has been a very good worker, but he enjoys a particular sort of treat, don’t you?” 

“Yes Lady.”

“Mmm, would you like to tell our little slave pet what that is?”

Judiah watched as the other man strode over, and slid his hand down Cass’ back before reaching down and slapping his ass.  “Oooh, he is a lovely one Lady.  Thank you, I will enjoy this very much.”   Judiah  watched behind her own mask.  Flavius had agreed to assist her in this matter and she had to admit he was quite an accomplished actor.  He wasn’t lying that he enjoyed pretty men but she was paying him a large bonus to play this role.  He was usually the one who enjoyed being mounted instead of doing the mounting, despite his large physique.  It appealed to a particular group of clientele, men who wore light or no jewels enjoyed taking Flavius to their bed to feel powerful again.

Her lips brushed Cass’ cheek, licking the tear she found there, “If you are good, I will reward you as well.  Won’t you like that?”  She rose to her feet and moved so that Flavius might take her spot.  A little craft and the legs of the cushioned bench extended, pulling Cass from a kneeling position to an almost standing one, still bent over the bench but now placing his head in a perfect position to Flavius’ groin.   Judiah absently slapped his ass hard again.

“Do you remember my first rule when you arrived slave?   I hope so, because you will need it now.  Flavius is going to remind you what a good hard cock should feel like, and you are going to take it all down that pretty throat of yours, do you understand me?  And Flavius,” she paused as the other man looked up at her, “if he forgets about what I taught him, give him a good swat.”  She handed the other man the whip, as her hand dug into Cass’ hair.  “Oh, and one more thing.  I’m going to be right over here, watching and if I’m even less than convinced that Flavius is being rewarded properly well then I might have to remind you of your manners.  Do you understand me slave?   And if you forget your task when he has to remind you with the whip, well then I might be forced to assist him.  If Flavius is pleased, then perhaps I might free my cock even more soon, wouldn’t you enjoy that?”

Judiah stepped back and nodded to the other man. 

*His Master is a monster of an asshole but it will be worse for him if he doesn’t learn how to overcome this hurdle. Do not hold back, do not give him any mercy.  Later, when we leave this room, things can be explained but while you are in this room he must learn everything or we leave him vulnerable.  Do you understand my sweet?*

Flavius’ eyes flashed brightly as he looked at her, *I understand Dia.*   Yes, Flavius would understand very well, having been a pleasure slave himself to a master almost as disgusting as Aurav.  Judiah had rescued him and if the Darkness was kind, perhaps she might even rescue Cassius when all this was done.

“Begin,” she said and took a seat nearby to watch.







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Re: It's Never Too Late to Learn New Tricks
« Reply #14 on: Nov 01, 18, 10:16:59 AM »
Cassius stood there, limp against the bench, trying to see where he mistepped. Don’t instruct anyone in how to use him. That seemed obvious now, but he had been trying to branch out, see if his willingness to please her might lesson some of the pain. But nothing lessoned pain. Everytime she struck him he cried out, flinching.

And he knew what was coming, he could feel it in the air. The rising heat, the lust, Judiah’s pleasure. It pushed against him, flooding his mind, and his cock pushed against the cage and he cast his eyes down. He couldn’t do this. He didn’t know what he was doing. He didn’t know what she wanted from him, so Cassius resorted back to his old ways. The ones that he used to get through Aurav’s torture. Simple submission and begging. It was exactly the type of behavior that his Master did not want him to do, but he knew no other way.

“Please, Mistress. I’ll be good for him….I’ll make you happy.” If it would make this stop he would do anything for her. He knew how to suck a cock. He had done that hundreds and hundreds of times. He knew how to let someone fuck him. He knew how to kneel and sit back and let people use his body as they pleased. But the pain from his cock and the slice of the whip sent him screaming. He would do anything to escape it. Anything.

Except he couldn't do anything. He was trapped. He couldn't move and the pain came from all around and he didn’t know what he was supposed to do with it.

Flavius let the whip sting across his back before he stepped forward and his eyes watered from the pain. Cassius opened his mouth though, parting his teeth as quickly as he could to try and not draw Judiah back. The slave did not have full freedom of movement, but at least this was something he could grasp on too. Something he knew. He had taught Precious how to deep throat Aurav when he had first arrived. As the other male shoved his cock into his mouth, Cassius breathed through his nose and began to hum lightly when he went in deep, his vocal cords vibrating Flavious’ cock and making it even harder. His tongue danced around the male’s shaft in between his thrusts, impressing the larger male and making it hard for him to keep his composure. The damn slave was going to make him cum before Judiah needed.

So in order to stop himself from finishing too quickly, Flavius pushed himself forward, deep down Cassius’ throat, cutting off his air completely. The slave waited there, dutiful, as the seconds drew out, one after the other. His vision flickered, and he tried to pull his head back against Flavius’ hand when he thought he might pass out. The small disobedience caused the male to pull out, Cas gasping for air, but it also made the male unfurl the whip against his skin. Cassius screamed at the added strength of the male, the whip drawing blood for the first time.

“I’m sorry.” He panted. “I can make you cum. I swear.”

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Re: It's Never Too Late to Learn New Tricks
« Reply #15 on: Nov 07, 18, 07:00:20 PM »
Obviously well practiced, Judiah watched as Cassius took Flavius deep into his throat with ease, which in itself was a testament because Flavius was not a small man by any means though certainly Cassius at full arousal could best him in that area.  There was something though about it that was just…

Now Judiah enjoyed the voyeuristic element of watching two men together as much as any other hot-blooded woman, but there wasn’t the same feel in this room and it wasn’t because of the violence of it. She had seen Flavius at his best work and there was more aggressive feelings in that room than here but still,something was just off.

When Flavius hit him with the whip and Cassius screamed, Judiah shivered and not in a pleasant way, frowning at the blooming of red against Cassius’ golden skin.  Judiah held up her hand and Flavius stepped back, his cock wet from Cassius’ mouth while the other man took in ragged hard breaths.  Judiah stepped up and gently pressed a clean cloth to the lash wound to stem the bleeding before going down to kneel before Cassius’ face.  She kept her face stoic and hard but her voice was soft and soothing, a meaningful contradiction.   “Cassius,” she cooed, her hand stroking his chin before wiping a dribble of spit from the side of his mouth.  “You don’t look like you are enjoying yourself.  I want you to enjoy this, I want you to embrace the pain and fuel your desire to please.  These men will not want a whimpering puppy,  they want an eager slave who lives for their every pleasure.   A whimpering puppy will only anger them, and anger will make you bleed and I do hate to see your lovely skin bloody.”   

She rose up, her hand gripping into Cassius’ hair, pulling at his scalp with just enough force to make it tingle before raking her nails down his neck to his back.   “Think of when a woman rakes her nails down your back as you fuck her,” she said silkenly, her own nails pressing into his skin to leave rivets of red marks but not hard enough to draw blood, “it hurts, but the hurt excites.  The hurt drives you harder to make her scream.  Focus on that excitement, that drive.”   Her hand continued travelling down his back, gliding over his hard ass and then slowly down the back of his legs, still always with enough pressure to leave trails of red pressure lines but no blood.

Her hand pulled back and slapped his ass hard, leaving the impression of her hand.  “Now again, and this time focus on the pain not as something that hurts, but something that heats your blood.  I’ll even give you a little incentive..” she whispered as her mouth lowered and bit into that perfect ass.  Her hand slid between his thighs and removed part of the cage, leaving the controling band around his sack. “You can get hard now, but you won’t be able to cum.  Not until I am certain you have learned this lesson.”

Another smack to his ass, followed quickly by one to the thigh.  “Now, show Flavius how well you can suck his cock and Flavius’ darling,  no whipping this time.  I will discipline him.”

“Yes Lady,” said the deep voice as he stepped up to Cass’ mouth again.  Judiah’s hand rang out in a crack against Cass’s hip.  “No begging slave, no words.  Show Flavius how much you want his cock down your throat again.  Make him believe through your actions you want nothing more.”

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Re: It's Never Too Late to Learn New Tricks
« Reply #16 on: Jan 01, 19, 03:32:27 PM »
Cassius wanted to flinch when Judiah touched him, but he knew better. He kept his body deathly still and looked into her eyes. His breath was still ragged as she chastised him. “I’m sorry, Mistress. I don’t…please teach me how. I want to embrace the pain.” And it was the truth, because Cas knew that Aurav was going to force it on him if he wanted it or not. He just didn’t know how. He wished he did. He really did. He had taught himself to enjoy humiliation, kink, the same sex, drugs, and multiple partners, but pain? He didn’t know how to embrace that.

He focused on her instruction and blocked out the pain from the cage around his cock, the pain from the lash mark, and instead focused on the way her nails caused the hair on his arms to raise. He focused on the way his cock strained against the metal bars around it. This pain meant pleasure later. This pain meant release.

And even if that wasn’t true, he could fool his body into thinking so. Maybe.

A hiss escaped Cassius mouth as Judiah slapped his body, but he managed to focus on the sting as it spread through his body, setting his nerves on end in anticipation. Anticipation of either pain or pleasure. Her final slap caused a small moan to come from him. It wasn’t totally convincing, but it was better.

Cassius managed to get through the rest of the day with some success and some failures, but all in all he felt he had improved a bit. It had only been the first session after all. The slave had been exhausted afterwards though, so he had retreated into his room for the better part of two days. He did not care to talk to anyone and he took meals by himself. There was no particular point in getting to know anyone here anyway, besides Lady Vidanic. Aurav would collect him in three weeks and any sign of attachment would do him no good.

The Prince had just risen from bed to hang up a drawing of Precious gardening when Judiah appeared at his open door. Cassius dropped the drawing, the paper fluttering to the ground, and vanished his clothes in a heartbeat, dropping to his knees in front of her as she entered.

"Mistress."

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Re: It's Never Too Late to Learn New Tricks
« Reply #17 on: Jan 01, 19, 10:12:04 PM »
Judiah vanished the supplies she needed, as well as a basket of fruit and cheese and a good bottle of wine and made her way from the kitchens towards the private rooms of her Girls.  She called all those who worked for her, her Girls.  The men didn’t seem to mind being placed under that title, because it denoted her affection for their care and well being.  There was one in particular she was intending to see on this day.

She had scheduled herself a busy morning, seeing personally to the needs of one of her largest patrons and hadn’t bothered to change herself yet.  Of course, being in various stages of undress was not something uncommon in her Villa.  It was all part of her costuming at any given part of the day.  It was almost an unspoken rule that no matter what was chosen to wear or not wear, the private rooms of the employees were not for working hours so if you wished to be naked or if you wished to wrap yourself in the simplest linen clothing, it was your decision.


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Judiah happened to like this  outfit to be honest, and was confident enough that even if she wore a dress made out of a grain sack, she could make most men stop and pant.  Sex wasn’t on her mind at the moment though.  Her mind was thinking of Cassius.   

For two days he had been hiding in his private room, accepting food that was left outside his door but hadn’t ventured out or spoken to anyone else.  She worried then that perhaps she had misjudged him, misjudged the pace of the lessons she had thought would help him survive the horrors that Aurav would undoubtedly unleash on him upon his return.   Cassius had struggled on that first session, not with his skill.  Mother Night, even Flavius’ had commented on that and he was a man hard to impress.   No, he still had so far to go to learn how to actually separate his mind from the things he didn’t want to accept and absorb the things that he could to put on the show of pleasure.    He had another day of respite before the next session had been planned, and the fact that he hadn’t come out of his room had her very worried about the state of his mind.

His door was surprisingly open, but given that it was at the very end of the corridor with a garden door that opened into a small private yard, no one would be walking by to disturb him and she knew from experience that having both doors open pulled a delightful breeze into the room.   She glanced around the corner and saw him rising from his bed with a piece of paper in his hand, and she could just make out the skilled sketch of a young woman surrounded by greenery on it when he saw her standing there.

The calm peace that had been on his face vanished behind a mask of subservience as he dropped the paper and Judiah felt her heart ache as it fluttered to the ground at his feet, which quickly became his knees as he knelt before her in naked glory.   Oh he was so beautiful, Judiah looked over the perfection of his body with her eye and was not unaffected by the sight until she saw the dullness of his eyes and heard the way he addressed her.

“Cassius,” she said softly,  sinking down to crouch at his side, her hand sliding over his cheek and under his chin to bring his gaze up to her face.   “No Cassius, in this room, in this place I’m not Mistress, I’m Judiah.”  She sighed softly, calling in the basket of food as she rose and placed it on the table in his room.  Beside it she also placed the small vial of ointment. 


“I came to check on your injuries, offer you a massage for your back and make sure you have healed properly.”  She turned and sat along the edge of his bed, crossing her legs at the knee which made the edges of her robe slide back from her thighs.   “I came to see if you needed anything from me, to talk perhaps.  We have not had a chance to discuss what happened, and how I can better help you prepare for the next one.”







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Re: It's Never Too Late to Learn New Tricks
« Reply #18 on: Jan 01, 19, 11:23:30 PM »
Cassius kept his eyes downcast until she lifted his gaze. He knew she had said he could relax when they were not in training, but she had also said he could call her Judiah as well. And she had punished him for that, so he wanted to be extra careful.

His eyes ran over her body as she sat the basket on the table. She was beautiful. Sexy. Mischievous.  Without a word, he stood up, still naked, and opened the bottle of wine. He poured both of them a glass with practiced ease. After giving her one, he called in his pants and slipped them on with one hand.

“Thank you, Judiah, but I am fine. A few whip marks is nothing I can’t handle. They are hardly noticed among the collection.” Cassius smiled, but it did not reach his eyes. If he was self-conscious about anything, it was his back. The thick mat of scars that crisscrossed it left him just that much more undesirable. And in his line of work, being undesirable was as good as a death sentence. Aurav knew that the scars bothered him and just for that reason, he often forbid the Healers from tending to his wounds properly.

“If you don’t think it is pressing, perhaps we could talk about something else than my training for a while? I am sure I will continue to learn well enough, regardless. I won’t disappoint my Master, after all.” The Prince did not want to talk of how to better enjoy the torture that was sure to grow worse in their next lesson. His entire life was punctured by moments of torture and the rest was spent just waiting for it to occur. Talking about it just made him want to scream. 

“Did you always want to be a courtesan?” Cassius traced his hand up Judiah’s leg, intentionally raising goosebumps on her flesh. He could smell the sex still on her, but he found it rather comforting. As he did his question. The Prince wished to keep the conversation on her, so he could keep the woman at arm’s length, just as he did with everyone else. They would talk for a while. Probably fuck. And then he would be left alone. That is how his other training sessions had gone at least.

But, surprisingly, another question slipped out.

“Was it hard for your son, growing up, knowing what you did?”

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Re: It's Never Too Late to Learn New Tricks
« Reply #19 on: Jan 02, 19, 05:56:12 PM »
Judiah took the glass of wine, her eyes drifting down Cas’ form with something more than mere observation.  Darkness was the man a sight.  She didn’t see the scars, even those marrings of perfection faded into the background of the man’s beauty.   Sated as she might be (for now), just looking at him made her mouth water and her body ready for another round.   If he hadn’t been looking so devastatingly submissive and wounded, she might have initiated but she had a rule.   There was work pleasure and personal pleasure.  She never wanted the two to be confused by anyone.

“Alright,” she acquiesced to his request, leaning one hand behind her to brace herself against.  “Still, a massage is never something one should ever turn down, especially one of mine.”  She gave him a coquettish wink.  “Or so I’m told.”

His desire to change the discussion told her just how much she might have pushed him too far in that first session.  She hadn’t wanted to break that tentative trust with him, but she knew the sort of man Aurav was.   He wouldn’t be gentle in the least.  And she only had a few short weeks in which to prepare him to the best of her ability.   Perhaps she should turn over the sessions to Caterina. She was a master in the field of pain and pleasure and would probably serve him much better.

She smiled and shifted her body towards him, feeling his warm hand gliding up the bareness of her thigh and the sensuality of his touch made goosebumps rise along her golden skin.  Her eyes hooded and she knew her scent had grown heady with lust and pleasure at his touch.  HIs first question had her stopping a moment, pausing in surprise at such a personal question.  Most men had asked her that question over the centuries, and she had given them a variety of partially true answers.  There were a number of reasons men wanted to know this question, usually fulfilling some wild fantasy.

Cass was asking about Judiah as a person, mostly as deflection of his own situation she knew, but he wanted to ask about her.  His reasons were his own.

She leaned towards him, letting him stroke her leg as much as he wanted, or whatever else his hand wandered towards.  She liked being stroked, she was very feline sometimes.  “Mmm, no.  At one point, I had planned on being an elegant and refined Aristo Lady.   I suppose, had the fates been kinder, I might have been.”  She rested her head against his shoulder, her voice taking on a soft dreamy tone.   “It’s a secret,” she said in a soft, hushed tone, “but I’m related to one of the Hundred.   Not officially of course, and they would probably have me killed if they ever knew of my existence, if they didn’t completely deny it first.   My sire was a bit of a daydreamer, and believed the nonsense of love conquering all, so when he fell in love with a beautiful, but very impoverished woman from the Slums, he thought he could live out this idyllic life with her.   But when his family forced him to choose between love and money, well I don’t need to tell you where his heart really lay.    When I was very little, my mother used to fill my head with the nonsense of rich villas and soft pillows and all the things the poor and hungry dream of one day having.   She always believed he would return for us.  She probably died thinking the same thing.”   She let her hand drop to his leg, gliding her fingers over muscle and cloth absently.  “So my story began like any small orphaned child on the streets of the Slums.  I was sold off to men with particular tastes and used to sate them.  I saw how powerful sex could be and decided to use it instead of be its victim.   But I never wanted to be a common whore, I wanted those soft pillows and rich villas so I focused on becoming more than just a sheath for cocks.”   Her hand lifted and gestured to the room around them.

“Not so bad for a little gutter mouse daughter of a drug addled vixen if I do say so myself.”

She let her hand fall back on his lap, her fingers curling slowly around his thigh.  Not really intending to provoke a response, but simply to touch and make that connection.   When he asked about Judas, she smiled brightly.

“Oh, I don’t think so.  Or perhaps I would like to think not.   He has never spoken to me about being unhappy with his upbringing.   He was always a Warlord Prince, even before his scent began to manifest so he grew up with a whole household of women to boss around and herd.  Of course, we thought he was just so precious when he was little and snarling and being bossy.  Little did we realize that we let him run right over all of us.”   She thought a moment and then shook her head.  “He was always so intelligent.  He never had the stigma that we were doing anything wrong or horrible.  I raised him to have a healthy appreciation of women and sex, something some men never have.  His strengths and skills prepared him to be a warrior, ours to cater to the sexual desires of others.   So no, I don’t think it was ever difficult for him.  I think the only thing he worried about, still worries about I’m sure, is my safety.   When I was Broken, I think that was the hardest thing for him to reconcile.”







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Re: It's Never Too Late to Learn New Tricks
« Reply #20 on: Jan 03, 19, 11:33:06 PM »
Cassius let out a mischievous smile, leaving it imperceptible if it was genuine or not. “Perhaps I will take you up on it then, when you have had some time to recover from your work. The best massages end with a surprise after all.” The pleasure slave quirked his eyebrow and held Judiah’s eye for a long moment before he took a sip of wine.

The slave let out a genuine laugh, a deep rumble from his chest. He was not a huge talker, but he was enjoying this conversation. “I would say it is more than ‘not bad.’ I have been in a few Red Moon houses in Hayll for training and none have ever been a lavish as this. You’ve made sex a true art here.”

Cassius listened, but he checked off the differences between them. As much as he hoped Judiah’s son and Bellona could be the same, they were not. His daughter grew up, already, taught that he was the same as her ponies, just a bit of property to own. One day, she would learn the stigma against slaves and she would think less of him. Cornelia would ensure it.

“I’m so sorry. Not having access to your Jewel…that…that is a hard thing. Especially when you reach for them, like a missing arm, and have to realize over and over that they aren’t there.” That was the closest Cas was going to get to talking about himself. At least his were given back to him, sometimes. He had had one Mistress that had refused, for years, too afraid of their dark power, but Aurav had no such fear.

Avoiding saying anything about himself, the Prince shifted, his fingers tracing over the side of her leg and up her side. His fingers began to play lightly with her hair. Cassius did not ask how she was broken. He did not think it was appropriate. “What does your son do now? Does he guard the House still?” In another life, Cassius would have liked to guard a Red Moon House.

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Re: It's Never Too Late to Learn New Tricks
« Reply #21 on: Jan 06, 19, 10:39:48 PM »
Judiah laughed warmly, her hand squeezing his knee.  “Oh Cas, you know as well as I do.   We don’t need to recover, we do our best when we move onto the next experience.  As for the surprise at the end, well it’s not much of a surprise if you’re already expecting it.”  Her eyes glowed with heat as she gave her mind reign to imagine all the various ways she could finish her massage.

HIs complement of her villa made her beam with pride.  “Sex is an art darling.  Some of us are able to create simple sketches and some of us are master artists.  Skill can be taught but there is some measure of innate talent that has taken into account as well.   We are blessed to be true master sculptors of pleasure.”   She released his leg and let her hand drift up along his temple, brushing a few strands of his luxurious hair from his cheek. 

His voice shifted, and she felt like she was peering through a small opening in an otherwise locked door, just a sliver of light into the man that Cass was at heart.  “Yes, to be bereft of your jewels is a painful thing.  A true act of cruelty when inflicted on the unwilling and heartbreaking when torn away forever.”  She pursed her lips, a flicker of memory and pain in her face.  “I wouldn’t have chosen any other way, even knowing the consequences.   My Girls are alive today because of my sacrifice, their own jewels and hearts unbroken from the lash of the witch storm.”   Judiah shook her head,  as if the action could shake her loose from the memories and turned to look at Cass, folding one  of her legs before her so she could face him completely.

“Here is the game,” she said with a little purr.  “I have answered some of your questions, and so you don’t think I am being unfair, I will continue to answer your questions but for every two questions you ask me, I reserve the right to ask you one of my own.   If you refuse,” and she gave him a little sly grin, “I will call in an article of clothing and put it on.  If you acquiesce to my game, every time you have answered a question, I will remove an article of clothing.   First one naked loses… or wins… depending on your view.”

She shifted her chest, her breasts rising up through the thin fabric as she took in a deep breath.   “Do we have an accord Prince?

Once he agreed to her terms, albeit quite reluctantly she gave him a very cat-in-the-cream smile.  "Alright, for my first question, who is the lovely woman that seems to be the muse of your art?   She seems far too real to be a creation of fiction and the way you draw her is so sweet and innocent I thought perhaps she might be a sister but there is love in the way you see her, more than that of a brother."   







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Re: It's Never Too Late to Learn New Tricks
« Reply #22 on: Jan 07, 19, 12:33:09 AM »
Why did she want to know anything about him? He was just a slave. Just an assignment that she had been paid handsomely for. Why did she care? He had been through hundreds of assignments with no more than cursory questions about himself. Usually it was from lovesick Aristo girls romanticizing what it was like to be a slave. Usually he just indulged their fantasies. The quicker to get out of there.

At the suggestion of the game, Cassius cocked his head and took another drink of the wine. “How do you know that such an incentive would work on me?” The male looked over Judiah’s body and felt blood rush downward even as he did so, not immune to his own desire for pleasure. He laughed, loudly, knodding his head rapidly to acknowledge that she had won…this one.

He was not expecting the question she asked though. He had not thought Judiah had noticed the drawing on the ground. “She…is a friend.” The Prince tried to get away with just. It was technically an answer, but Judiah just stared at him and waited…and waited. “She belongs to Master Longivus as well. He knows we are close, so he likes to have us hurt the other or for him to hurt one of us while the other watches.” Cassius said the words plainly, without flinching. He thought the answer would end the subject, because in his experience, few people liked to talk about the life of a slave when they brought up the truth of it. Past the glamor of sex and pleasure.

“I believe that was one answer.” Cassius looked over her clothing with a small smile on her lips, running his hands up both her thighs in excitement. “Okay. Two questions, huh? Now that you are rich—that you have the satin sheets and the lavish food—do you still want to be like the aristos? Like Aurav?” Cassius paused and listened to her answer, taking a sip of wine as he contemplated his next one. It was a bit refreshing to speak with someone so openly. Almost freeing.

Once she had finished, the slave stared at her hand, adorned with many rings, but not his Controlling Ring. She wasn’t wearing it. He gestured towards her hand. “Why aren’t you wearing my Ring? I could attack you, hurt you, without it.” Although Cassius had been so well trained, from birth, that that would never happen. He assumed—other than for the joy of causing them pain—that that was why his Masters wore the ring.

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Re: It's Never Too Late to Learn New Tricks
« Reply #23 on: Jan 16, 19, 10:41:33 AM »
Judiah smiled sweetly, her eyes sliding suggestively down his body to his very obvious interest showing between his legs.  “Oh, call it a hunch,” she teased, her hand moving from his knee to brush against the inside of his thigh.  Not close enough to excite, but just enough to be noticable.  “I have a good intuition about such things.” 

Her fingers moved lightly as he spoke, hesitantly speaking of the woman in his drawing.  He tried a short answer, but she simply looked at him until he continued.  No, he wouldn’t get away with subtle or hints.  She wanted to know about the beautiful creature that haunted his mind enough that he drew her almost exclusively.  The only other drawing she had seen of his had been of a small girl child, and given his interest in Judas, she took the leap to assume that she was of his get.  There was a little look of him in her face, around the eyes from what she could tell from the sketch. 

Cass was a precious oyster  Too much pressure and you would break the shell but risk destroying the treasure within.  He was used to those who hammered away at his lid, pushing for his secrets.  She would coax and use a more gentle means of persuasion until he willingly opened.

“I see,” she said, the mention of his master bringing a touch of chill to her voice despite her best intention to stay neutral.   She did NOT like the man in the least, even though she had taken on his contract to properly train his male in the darker pleasures and the more she had grown to know Cas, the more she enjoyed his company.   Already she had begun pondering the idea of presenting an offer of purchase to Longivus for Cassius.   The boy was skilled and could bring her quite a profit but more importantly, it would get him out from under the heel of that horrible creature.   Knowledge that there was another woman who held Cass’ heart also in the same situation, she would have to reevaluate her plans.   She had the room for both of them to be certain, especially with the new wing of the villa under construction.

“She is your lover,” she said, both as a statement and a question.   In their profession, there was a distinction between those you took to your bed and those you asked to your bed.  A lover in the realm of the Red Moon was the latter.   Usually another Red Moon worker, someone who would understand the work you did without the complications of jealousy or possessiveness.  Judiah could see herself taking Cas as a lover during his stay.  He was handsome and skilled, but possessed a genuine spirit beneath the hurt and pain inflicted on him. 

His hands moved up her thighs and she parted her legs with a smile. “Yes, that was one answer,” she agreed and reached up to her shoulder, delicately pulling at a thin black ribbon that seemed to be a part of her dressing robe’s shoulder.   The gauze sleeve fell off and down her arm, leaving it bare.   With a playful wink, she grinned at him.  “Oh darling, you should know that I wouldn’t make this a quick game.  It’s so much more worth the wait, but that doesn’t mean we can’t play while we Play.”   

Judiah moved back up on the bed a little more, beckoning him with a finger as her legs parted more, an invitation for him to move between them as her other hand untied the belt of the robe, parting black film to reveal a tight, golden stomach to his eyes as she laid back against his pillows.

“Now, to your question,”  she purred as she let her hand drift casually up and down her bare skin, her eyes locked on his in invitation.  “No, I do not want to be like the Aristos, and certainly not like that creature Aurav.  Aristos, and those of the Hundred, they believe their own lies, that their lives are so much more wonderful and glamorous because of status and wealth but I know their secrets Cassius.  Pillowtalk reveals so much.  Loveless marriages, forced alliances, bribery, blackmail, hatred, scorn, bankruptsy and debt. So many secrets have been spilled across my satin sheets that I could bring them all down if I chose but it would be a mercy, not a punishment.   The Aristos believe in their greatness even when presented with the truth, and so they come to me, to others like me, seeking someone who will let them live out the fantasies that their lives no longer hold true.    They live in lies Cassius.   I live in truth.  I am a whore, an educated and talented one, but a whore no less as much as I abhor that word.  I have no illusions that in a single moment, all that I have achieved can be reduced to nothing and I will be living back in the slums, earning my way on my back in the filth.   In that truth, I take work from those like Aurav, who believe themselves my better because they have family ties I do not.”  Her lips curled in a snarl.  “The rats in the sewers wouldn’t feed on his filthy body.” 

She watched as Cassius stared at her hand, stared at the display of rings that she sometimes wore if it was a pleasing thing to her customer.  She hadn’t taken the time to remove the jewelry from her last appointment before coming to see Cassius.   She saw the worry, the spark of surprise that reflected in his tone as he realized the one ring that he expected to see on her and did not.  “I am not your Master Cass, no do I want to be.  I abhor those Rings, everything they stand for.   I will not wear that thing.”   She tilted her head, letting some of her long silken hair fall over one shoulder as she studied him.  “Would you like to hurt me Cassius?  Would that excite you?”   She shifted one knee up, and had she not been wearing the thin undergarment, her core would have been open to him, “This is not the room in which we will train.  Here, it is your fantasies and hungers that will be met.  All you need do is ask.”

Licking her red lips slowly she smiled at him.  “I do owe you the answer to two more questions and then I will ask my own and you can chose the next two items that I remove.   My son is a Champion of the Colosseum, a great fighter and highly acclaimed throughout the whole of Hayll.  Unlike some who have taken up arms in the ring, he is not a slave though he makes no distinction between the fighters in that area and yes, he still guards my House when he is home.”  She motioned out the open garden doors to the villa on the other side of the garden.  “That is his home, when he is not training in the arena and he comes over frequently to check on me and on the girls here.   I imagine you might even get to meet once during your stay, if you would like to.”

Judiah motioned with her hand, “Your turn darling.   You seem quite interested in my son, and I am curious.  Do you ask such things only in polite curiosity or is there a deeper reasoning.”  She stared deep into his eyes, her voice softening to a gentle whisper.  “Here, I keep all secrets Prince. Do you long for a child or perhaps is there already a part of your heart that lives.







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Re: It's Never Too Late to Learn New Tricks
« Reply #24 on: Jan 21, 19, 02:53:25 PM »
Devious minx.

Cassius had not seen that her outfit came off in parts and as he looked at it, he calculated that he would have to answer far more questions to get her naked now. Perhaps, if they grew to intimate, he could distract her in other ways. That thought stayed in the back of his mind as he watched her.

His lips brushed against the tight skin of her stomach as she began to answer his question, his soft lips roaming downward, drifting over her leg as his fingers trailed down her inner thigh. He took a breath and smirked as he sensed the beginning of her arousal in the air. “It is a strange thing. Freedom. I watch people make their choices, choosing this or that path—
crying, laughing, taunting—and no matter what happens I still marvel at the ability to choose at all.  Choosing a loveless marriages, a forced alliances, bankruptcy, that choice seems to be where the real power is.” Cassius could not imagine having such choices. He didn’t get to decide what he ate, where he went, who he talked too—nothing.

He certainly did not get to choose to speak bad of Aurav. The slave tensed as Judiah said the words and he lifted himself up, staring at her golden eyes.

“Master Longinius is just and fair. I pray he has a long life to keep us safe.” Aurav could look within his mind at this conversation or Judiah could report back to him his words. He would not get drawn into a trap when it was so easy to avoid.

The moment of tension passed as Judiah moved on, her body shifted to reveal her core to him.
His hand shifted to press against the thin gauze that kept his fingers from entering her, feeling the moisture gathering there. “No. It would not.” He said, matter of fact. “I will hurt you if it excites you though. I have no fantasies. It is my job to fulfill those within others, taking them on as my own. Any wishes I have would cloud yours, so they taught me to remove them.” The only fantasies he had ever had were about the Island, the long stretch of beach that would allow him and his Queen to be together forever. Sex did not factor into it.

Cassius removed the courtesans other sleeve and then the thin gown altogether, his eyes running over her body. He might not have any fantasies, but he still had basic hungers. A tendril of Craft crept over Judiah’s body, tugging at her hair and scraping lightly down her back. “He must be a great fighter. I used to wish I could fight as a kid. Stupid, I know, but one of my Master’s liked to attend the events.” His mother had found him pretending to be a gladiator after one such fight and she had yanked him away from the mirror, yelling at him until he cried.

You must never threaten then. NEVER.

She had hugged him after, but she had been crying. Cassius sighed a bit as she asked her own question. He did not like this part. He did not like talking about himself. But he also wanted to sink himself within Judiah by now. He could see no way his answers could hurt him or his Queen, so he allowed himself to answer honestly. “Perhaps a part of my heart, but not my daughter, no. Cornelia, Master Longinius’ sister, bought me as a stud from a friend. I got to spend five years raising Bellona after she was born. Watching her crawl, walk, and talk. Doing her hair. Reading her stories. But Cornelia thought we were growing too close, so she gave me to Master Longinius and denied me paternity a few years after.” He looked away from the woman, trying to not let the words affect him.

“Probably for the best. Slaves shouldn’t have children.” He would never forget being ripped away from his own mother.

He bent back over Judiah and nipped at her lip, trapping it between his teeth before letting it go. “How did you get the money to build something like this? I don’t know how much Master Longinus makes off selling me out, but I doubt it would be enough to buy something like this. How many years did it take?”

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Re: It's Never Too Late to Learn New Tricks
« Reply #25 on: Feb 23, 19, 06:58:50 PM »
Judiah felt her core throb and ache with need as his warm breath travelled over her stomach, making her hips twitch ever so slightly.   Her last encounter had taken a little bit of edge off her libido but Cass was damned good at what he did and she knew exactly what he could do to her with the slightest provocation.   He lived to please and she lived for pleasure and together….

Another deep needy ache that produced a whining groan from her lips as she felt his fingers against her bare thigh.   She was ready to drop the game and wrap her legs around his head and let his silver tongue ease that ache until she could think clearly again but she wanted to know more about him, felt that he needed to connect to someone before Aurav’s ‘friends’ broke his Chalice and his sanity.

His remark about freedom made a laugh slide from her throat, “Isn’t that the rub though?  We are truly all slaves to something, at least some of us know who holds our rings, acknowledge that someone does.  Call it Mother Night or the Darkness, our addictions, our cravings, our lusts and our desires.  We all have a master of some sort, even those who hold the greatest “freedom”.”   She reached down to stroke his cheek, her thumb running over those full luscious lips, her eyes glazing as his fingers danced at that thin barrier. 

“Aurav is fortunate if you pray for his long life, most would wish him a short, painful and horrible death in the next minute at the hand of a rusty dagger,” she said with a snarl, “Personally, I think that is far too quick a death for what he deserves.”   She saw the mistrust, the fear in his eyes even as he spoke the words.  So many years of being tested by those who probably swore as much as she did that she had only his best intentions in mind.   Very well, she wouldn’t push at those buttons for now.  He might never believe that she wasn’t ever completely in Aurav’s pay in all things.

“No fantasies?” she said instead, turning back to sex and play, unleashing her own tendrils of seduction over his body in turn.  “Come now Cassius, I know you enjoy sex as much as I do, there must be some part of it that brings you harder than marble at the prospect.”  Her head shifted to the side, looking down his body with a heated glance.  “Or perhaps you are just simply always aroused and ready.  How delicious.”  She licked her lips with slow deliberateness before her eyes rose back up to meet his.

She allowed him to undress her, leaving her naked but for the thin scrap of fabric that bared her entrance, feeling his own tendrils slide over her naked skin, making goosebumps rise up in response.   Mother Night, the more she sampled of the man the more she wanted to make Aurav a genuine offer for him.  Buy him, free him and make him the main attraction of her Villa.  Women and men would flock and empty their pockets for just an hour with Cassius, and then she could enjoy his attentions every night.   Judiah couldn’t help but licking her lips again.

His blunt honesty about her question splashed her libido with only a moment of cool clarity, “The paternity ceremony has its place, but it is a wicked bitch of a dagger to be used.   You may not have rights to your daughter, but she is still your daughter.  Born of your blood and seed.   I hope that the parts of you that make up her, those important first years where you influenced her are enough to push through the darker side of her mother’s influence.  I never told Judas’ father about his existence.  I knew he had another life, another family and did not want to disrupt that.  He was a good man and did not deserve the fallout, but if he had come back and wanted, I would have allowed him to know his son.  Judas has asked about him, he knows the circumstances of his birth and I have told him as much as I knew.   If he has ever gone to seek more knowledge about that side of his parentage, he never told me but I have never discouraged it.   I imagine he has many grand nieces and nephews somewhere among the shorter lived if he ever chose to know them.”   HIs comment about slaves made her gold eyes dull with sympathy.

“Everyone should know the joy of children,” she said simply and left it at that.  Mostly because his teeth caught her lip and her mind was distracted once again, feeling his body heat sliding over her naked skin as a reminder of where their play was going.

“Almost the whole of my life.  This place is rather new to me, only over the last hundred years or so.  I saved every extra mark that I could, lived as lean as possible to save and invest in worthwhile investments.  It helped that the House I had belonged to worked with a great many merchants and men of business and so some of my pillow talk involved business transactions and company businesses.   Then of course I made contacts in other areas as well.  I won’t call it blackmail but it became very helpful to know the right people and have the right information.  All told it took me the better part of a thousand years to get to the point where I never have to worry about money for the rest of my natural life.  The Purge helped with some of my competition which didn’t hurt business either.”  She gave him a little smirk before her mouth parted in a shuddering sigh as his fingers did something delicious.   

“Mother Night Cass,” she moaned, wrapping her legs around him in eager submission.  “Just one more piece left….”  she lifted her hips to rub up against him like a cat seeking to be pet.  “One more question and then I want to be left speechless.”  Her hand slid up into his hair, tugging at it lightly while her heels pressed into his lower back.

“If I can arrange it, if he would sell your rings to me, would you come work for me?  Bring your lover and friend, be free and work for me.   You would be loved and adored, and never forced to submit to anyone you didn’t wish to.  I could promise you and your lady protection in my walls.  She could be free to never part her legs to any man ever again but you, you are a masterpiece Cassius.  You are a genius of lust and sex, a man after my own heart and together we could be renowned throughout all the realms!”   She reached up and placed her fingertips over his lips.  “You could make your fortune and take care of your lady, never wanting or needing anything ever again.”

“No, don’t give me your answer now, because I need those lips for a more fruitful purpose but think on my question.   Think long and hard,” and she smirked at her choice of words,”[/b] and when the time comes that you trust me enough to give me the truest answer, then you can tell me.   Anything you say now you will say out of fear and distrust.”[/b]  She ran her fingers down his back, and vanished the last shred of her clothing.  “Right now I don’t want you thinking of anything but sheathing yourself inside me.”







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Re: It's Never Too Late to Learn New Tricks
« Reply #26 on: Apr 18, 19, 11:45:56 PM »
Judiah knew much. She was far older than Cassius. She had lived a much different life than him, but there was some things she would never know. There was some things she thought she understood, but Cas was glad she didn’t. The slave gently kissed Judiah’s forehead as she finished speaking, but gently shook his head. “No, my Lady, I’m afraid I have to disagree.” It was a strange thing. Saying that out loud. He did not disagree with people very much, especially out loud. He did not think Judiah would punish him for simple words though, not at this point. “We are not all slaves to something. It doesn’t matter how addicted, how infatuated, how controlled you are by someone or something. You will never be a slave, unless your will is stripped from you and given to another.”

As she traced over his body and commented on his fantasies, Cassius shifted, giving her greater access to his muscled chest. It was common for people to fetishize him, imagine him constantly ready to throw them into bed. Truthfully, he had not expected it from Judiah though.

“I don’t altogether know if I enjoy sex or not.” It was the truth. One he had not uttered to anyone else. Cas didn’t know why he was mentioning it here either. “It’s a skill, like any other. I bet some bakers hate the smell of bread, but they still bake it to feed their families. I think sex is much the same for me.” It was a job. One he had no choice in. “It doesn’t matter if I enjoy sex or not anyway, I have to do it. It’s just as it is in your chamber for our lessons, but permanently. Perhaps it is hard for you to imagine, as even on the streets you had choices.” Cassius knew it was hard for those that had never been collared to understand. “If I was to not be ready or not share a particular fantasy, I would regret it dearly. I suppose after a time, I couldn’t separate what I was forced to like and what I myself might like.” He shrugged.

“However…there are certain things. Certain people. That I like. That I don’t mind having sex with. I sometimes even look forward to it.” It was a nice change from the deadened sensation of his other clients. Precious was of course in that category. He was beginning to think Judiah might be as well. That is why he pulled off her clothing and was about to indulge himself. But then…she asked him her last question.

“No.” He pulled away from her, his Craft retreating from her skin and his body pushing completely off her. Panic raced through him. He stumbled off the bed and backed up from the courtesan until he was pushed up against the wall.

“You can’t buy me.” He stared at the naked body of Judiah. This was probably one of the few times a male had chosen to talk with her instead of bed the witch right then and there. “You aren’t even supposed to know about my friend. You can’t ever mention her to Aurav. You can’t. He’ll hurt me, okay? You don’t…you can’t understand.” He drew close to Judiah then, his chest breathing so hard he thought the thudding of his heart could be heard by everyone. “You can’t buy me without her and he will never sell her. It doesn’t matter what price you offer. He won’t do it.” The slave crawled on top of her, pinning her down as his Green thrummed with energy, thickening the room. Most people who be clinging tight to his Ring right about then. “Don’t you dare offer him a price for me. Okay?! Do you understand? Because he will sell me. He will give me to you and I’ll never see her again. Never.” Spit was dripping from his lips.  “If you do, I will never forgive you and I will do everything in my power to make your life a living hell.”

 

 

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