Authors: Denise Hall
He molded me like I molded my clay, but it's only upon reflection that I can see just how drastically I changed, becoming for him the perfect Personal, a possession and a thing of beauty.
And I was proud to be so for him. My Master, my beloved.
I was valuable now. At long last, I had worth.
After two months the blindfold came off and I was led, blindfolded and on my leash, into the Personals' Day Room for the very first time. It was a little frightening to suddenly go from days of silence to the sound of movement and the soft voices of other females talking quietly around me. I would have been perfectly content to turn around and go back to a life of utter isolation, but my Master ran his hand down my leash until he could hook my collar with his fingers and pulled me right into the room.
"You are going to meet the other Personals now," he said close to my ear. "Relax, Mischief. Remember, you are a peer among them. This is where you belong outside my presence."
My breathing quickened and I panicked anyway when Tane removed my blindfold for the first time since my falcon training began.
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were kept deep inside the mountain fortress, under lock and key, our every waking moment supervised and guarded and scheduled. Because our masters couldn't always be with us, the Personals' Day Room was created as a safe place for us to meet, like a flock of passive sheep, under the watchful eye of one master or another, depending on whose free hour it was.
Every day was always the same and our schedule ran like this:
Borsch was the first master of the day, and his was a quiet hour spent reading, studying a new skill or brushing up on an old one. Next came Deaton who herded us out to the exercise field and put us through our paces. Then Master Oxley and, if the day was nice, we worked in the gardens and Aviary.
Lunch came next, and the arrival of six masters and all the sub-masters. Because Personals did not feed themselves, we were paired two or three females to a male to eat and drink from his fingers. Then came Masters Grayson, Doctor Moulton, Wilhite, and Shipe, respectively, and we could either nap or work at whatever skills we possessed. That last hour of the day was always the longest one, filled with softly whispered conversation and excited glances cast to the clock on the wall as we awaited the arrival of our masters'.
It was currently Master Doctor Moulton's hour, and he walked with us through the large set of rooms designated for our daily use. There was a pottery wheel and sculpting table for me in one area of the room, near enough to the windows to catch the sunlight. At last I would be able to finish my Posture One sculpture, but my days of isolation and ostracism 171
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were over, for my skill station was placed right in the hub of three others.
I had Snow, Master Duncan's Personal and a very talkative painter, stationed not six feet to the left of mine. Opal, Master Wilhite's Personal, spent a good portion of the days in a comfortable easy-chair in front of me, cross-stitching from patterns that she created herself. Midget, Master Smith's Personal and an avid artist with charcoal pencils, had her art station to the right and a little behind my pottery wheel.
"You may learn any new skill you desire," my Master told me as he unhooked my leash from my collar. "If there is anything you require that is not provided, you may ask for it.
The garden and Aviary are open to you, so long as you do your part to keep them nice. And look there, there's your old barrack's mate, Desire. So you already have a friendly face here." My Master pointed out the sliding glass door to where Master Deaton's new Personal was currently weeding in a flower bed. "Come. Let's introduce you to the others."
It was Master Doctor Moulton's hour to supervise the Day Room. He and my Master took me to each Personal in turn. I was told her name, as well as that of her master, and her list of accomplished skills was recited for me.
"Greet your new sister," my Master then told me, and I would put my hands upon the shoulders of the newly acquainted Personal while she did the same to me and our softly murmured greetings would be exchanged.
"Kiss," my Master then said, and like lovers we would lean into one another's embrace. Our hands would clasp, our breasts touch, and our mouths meet. When my turn came to 172
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kiss Master Doctor Moulton's Personal, Kitten, my eyes were drawn to her small, pert breasts, naked above her hard, black corset. Her nipples had been pierced and each was decorated with a single sapphire gem looped on a gold ring. They sparkled in the sunlight as she lifted her arms to lay her hands on my shoulders, and I could not help but touch one.
Kitten smiled at me. Since my corset covered my navel, I lifted the front of my uniform skirt the mere inch or two necessary to show her my ruby-studded clit ring. She must have been as impressed with my piercing as I was with hers.
As we leaned in to kiss, her hand stole down to touch me there.
"How very friendly," Tane said low behind me.
"They look good together," Master Doctor Moulton added.
"It would be a pity to separate them now when they seem so attached."
Kitten all but purred as she slipped her tongue into my mouth and kissed me as a master would.
My Master and Doctor Moulton took us to the bed—a large circular bed that could have comfortably slept ten and which was set two steps down into the floor—in the Personals'
private napping alcove. We were both undressed.
I had never made love to a woman before, but it seemed to please my Master. So when Kitten held her arms out, her sapphire nipple rings glittering under the lights as she breathed, I went to her. She showed me what to do, and I will admit the taste of her was not unpleasant. Nor were the sounds she made as I took her clit into my mouth. Her body jolted when I flicked her with my tongue, and a thrill a 173
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satisfaction went through me when her hips began to jerk in time to the motions of my licking and sucking.
The warm hand of the Master Doctor settled lightly on my back. Two fingers stole beneath my chin to sink into Kitten's wet sheath, and she moaned as he thrust them in and out.
Her cries quickly escalated as we drove her right to the brink of orgasm, but I was not allowed to topple her over. Moulton pulled me away at the last second and that privilege fell to my Master, who took my place between her legs.
It was the first time I saw him mount another female. Her back arched and she cried out lustily, wrapping her legs around his waist, grabbing his buttocks with claw-like hands and pulling him deep and hard into her. I didn't know we could do that. But my Master only laughed at her fervor, and I felt a stab of jealousy as he began to pump slowly into her.
He did not let her come right away, but teased her, bringing her to the edge I'd primed her for. Then he stopped, holding himself still within her until the threat of her orgasm receded and he could thrust again.
My jealousy grew. That was one of the tricks he used with me.
Having divested himself of his clothes, Master Moulton sat cross-legged on the bed not far away. He held out his hand to me. "Come here, Mischief."
Casting one last look at my Master and the moaning, gasping, writhing Kitten, I went to him. My intent was to make Kitten feel the same jealousy that I did. And I threw myself into pleasuring the Master Doctor, into making him moan loudly, working him first with my hands and my mouth, 174
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then sinking him deep inside my body. He exhaled a long, drawn-out, "Oh my God!" as I closed the muscles of my sex like a hand around his magnificent cock and slowly, deliberately caressed the length of him from base to head within me.
"She's doing that sucking, milking thing with her cunt, isn't she?" I heard my Master pant from behind us.
"How does she do that?" Moulton gasped as he grabbed my hips in both hands.
My Master laughed breathlessly. "I don't know. I noticed it for the first time six weeks ago. She gets better at it every time I let her ride me."
Eyes closed, my head thrown back, I reached back to cup Master Moulton's heavy balls and fondled them gently in my hand. So fierce was my concentration that sweat began to bead my forehead. My abdomen rippled as I flexed and pulsed my pussy up and down the length of him, rotating my hips in the smallest of circles to increase his pleasure.
His body stiffened beneath me and I, struck by a sudden gremlin of disobedience, ceased to move upon him. I released him, my sex going still and slack all around him.
His eyes snapped opened. "You little witch!" he panted and sharply spanked my hip. "She stopped!"
From behind me, my Master growled, "Perhaps Mischief needs a reminder that she is not a master and does not get to deprive another of pleasure."
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sharply. He threw back his head, growling through gritted teeth as I clenched around him yet again.
My attention was so fixed on the Master Doctor that I barely heard Kitten give her last ragged cry of ecstacy. In fact, the only reason I knew my Master had done with her was that I felt him kneel behind me. The warmth of his chest pressed against my back as the hard length of him settled between my buttocks.
He lightly touched my stomach, feeling the rhythmic movements of my inner muscles. "If I ever figure out how to teach this to the Lessers, I could double their sales prices."
"My ... God.... "Moulton panted. His pelvis began to move beneath me, tight jerking motions as I brought him close to coming.
"Let's make her work at this," my beloved Master said, and I lay my head back against his shoulder as he embraced me.
I loved the feeling of being so fully packed by two masters.
For having the temerity to deprive the Judgment Doctor of his pleasure, I was ruthlessly made to pay with the extended suffering of my own arousal.
It was a delicious punishment, and I did not mind it a bit.
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"You drugged her." It was not a question. My Master said it
as though the words tasted foul in his mouth.
"What were we supposed to do?" the Detective snapped.
"Let her scream herself hoarse?"
"I suppose it doesn't matter," my Master said. "I'll simply
have to wait until she recovers before punishing her."
"You son of a bitch!" The Detective lunged at him and
there was another scuffle as he had to be restrained.
Tane slipped his hands beneath me, lifting me into the
cradle of his arms and holding me against his chest like a
treasure. Even knowing I was to be beaten, I gazed up at him
with drugged adoration as he carried me to the door.
"You can't let him take her," the Detective protested. "You
know what he'll do to her!"
The Captain was unswayed. Privately I thought he would
make a splendid master in his own right. "She's going home.
Get her things."
"He's breaking the law!"
"He's a dignitary from a foreign nation. He's above the
law."
"I don't care if he comes from the moon!"
"It's called Diplomatic Immunity, Mac! You've done this too
long not to know what that means!"
"Master..." I whispered. He had come. My heart hammered
in my chest as I reached my hand up to touch his cheek. He
had come for me.
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* * * *
It wasn't until my first born, Nathan, was about five and Precious, my surviving daughter, was weaned around two that I began making my first forays into the unknown Outside. I was a Product sample, my Master said. When he would meet a potential master for a second or third time, he would take me along to use as an example. If he was called to inspect a situation with an unsatisfactory Outside master or a problem Lesser, then I would sometimes attend as a training tool.
In any case, for these excursions, a car would be summoned to the portcullis to take us to the Naples-Capodichino Airport. From there, we went all over the world: Australia, Africa, China, England, Scotland, America. I love traveling. While my Master reviewed his itinerary and made 178
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last minute corrections to his travel plans, I would sit quietly beside him, my uniform and jesses blanketed under a full-length, beige overcoat, and watch the Outside passing outside my tinted window.
Without access to a calendar and no way to keep track of the passing time, my days all seemed to run together. But every time I emerged from the depths of Judgment and ventured into the Outside, I saw evidence of the passing years. The village at the base of the mountain grew larger.