Sarah, part 6, or The Deal
The following 3 days I was left to myself again – only that Ruth was with my anytime I wanted and the doctor came to see me now and again, check the injuries and tended to them. There was so much I had to think about, to figure out – in short: process.
Why do people take pleasure in hurting, humiliating and even killing other people for no good reason? Why do people submit other people? Why do people take pride in submitting to other people? Could I be one of them? Where is the justice that my parents told me to trust in? These were just the most pressing questions I tried to answer.
The hardest thing was to get to grips with my emotions, my fear, my desperation, my resignation – not to drift into off into a world of hopelessness and gloom. Hadn’t it been for Ruth and her ways to make me see flickers of light where I just saw darkness, I may not have made it through these first days.
On top of that, I worried about the injuries – not the bruises that covered nearly all of my young body, not the contusions of my pelvis or my nose bone – but the fissures of my vagina and my torn anus. With such injuries I had no experience. At least, the latter slowly recovered.
On the third day Meister summoned me to his study again. I was worried he would assault me in my current state – with my vagina still swollen and very sensitive and my anus just which had just regained enough strength to hold my excrements. But again, I also felt some kind of excitement, a pleasant excitement, the kind of excitement that you feel when to are going to meet a beloved person, whom you haven’t seen in a long time.
I took a deep breath to collect the courage I had to muster to knock on his door. “Come in.” I heard his deep, masculine voice. When I opened the door, view was already expecting me – his eyes were scrutinizing me – I was wearing the same little dress like on our first meeting in this room. Without looking at my master, I walked over to the cushion and knelt down obediently.
“You look better again – I can see the bruises are healing well and the doctor tells me, that your sphincter will be ready for use in about a week. So, I think, it’s time to plan the second part of your initiation.” I swallowed and almost in a shaking whisper replied: “For my ringing and, and – b, br, branding, right – I heard you mention that at the beginning of the first – part.” Meister gave me a short nod and smiled. “Yes, indeed.” I had to swallow again. I wasn’t sure what ringing would mean – the only rings I had seen on slaves so far (apart from earrings on some of the girls), where the labia rings on the maids – the idea of suffering to be pierced there made me shiver. What, however, really filled me with horror was the thought of being branded. Of course, I had seen the branding every slave waring wearing here – three of the notorious S runes artfully entwined framed by a slim circle. Each slave wore one of these on the left thigh. Of course, I had seen them – but I had suppressed their existence because I didn’t want to deal with the thought of getting burned, scorched. Fire, burning heat, fierce iron are at the heart of my deepest fear. To some it is drowning, to others it’s insects or the fear of tight places – to me it was getting burned. I hadn’t even dared to ask Ruth during one of the extended conversations we had had. I had to fight tears welling up at the thought.
“Sarah, I must say, I’m proud of you – you took the first part of your initiation quite well – and I know what I’m talking about. Others were less intelligent and tried to run or fight – they didn’t get that the only viable option was to get used to their new position. Others just snapped, they collapsed mentally. I’m really happy to see you mentally and physically in such a good shape.”
“Thank you, master.”
“Very well.”
“The fact that you allowed ne to have paper and pencils to write helped me quite a lot to get mentally through these – hmmm – intense experiences.”
“Yes, I understand that – and I like your writings, your style, your thoughts. I asked Ruth to get me one of the notebooks you have already filled.”
I flinched – he had read one of my diaries? Ruth must have taken one out of the drawer of my little tabled while I was roaming the house. I shouldn’t have been surprised – after all my new role didn’t include being granted any privacy at all. I must have used up 4 or 5 of the notebooks Mester allowed me to have. Of course, hey contained many unfavorable feelings and thoughts I had about my usurpers – the muscles in my body tautened in the expectation of being sentenced to a painful punishment. Meister just laughed as if he had read my thoughts: “What do you think I expected to read? Poems of joy and praise for your master? Remember, I promised not to punish you for airing your thoughts and feelings in private and if I didn’t forbid you to do so. I tend to stick to my words.”
I nodded – hesitantly, encouraged by Meister’s words – I dared to utter another wish which had formed during the last few days “Master, would you allow me to write about other slaves as well? I would like to see what their tasks are and write about them.” Again, I chose my words carefully. Curiosity certainly was one of the main motivations of my wish – abut even more to distract myself from my own fate. I’m not sure that my choice of this remedy was apt to achieve this.
Very slowly I raised my head to be able Meister’s reaction to my bold request. Actually, I saw a face of a man thinking quite hard – he tapped his right cheek with his right index finger while supporting his chin with his right thumb – but in the corner of his mouth I saw a grin forming.
“Ok.” He eventually replied. Only about one year later did I ask him, what he was pondering – and I was surprised by the number of different reasons he had to grant me my wish. Amongst others, he liked the idea have me see what my companions had to endure, to see how I would cope with it. He liked the idea of getting a deeper insight into the mind and heart of his victim. He liked to keep his pet’s intellectual skills and its creativity trained as well as its body. And he liked the thought he immediately acquainted me with.
“This time, I will ask you to return me the favor. I want you to plan the second part of your initiation. The center of the action should of course form the branding and the ringing – but like a good play, any good entertainment should have a buildup and a wind down. Talk to Ruth – she knows me quite well – she knows what I like, what pleases me, so I feel even more proud of you.” This time me tickle was accompanied by a shiver of fear. Meister had asked me to plan my own torture – a torture that would make him proud of me, because it proved my devout submission to him in that I would select the tortures solely by the degree to which they will please him, satisfy his deviant sexual desires. He was a clever and devious bastard.
“I plan to hold the celebration in a week on Saturday – in 10 days. I expect your proposal in 5 days. The guests will be the same 12 men that attended part 1 of the initiation. Now for my part of the deal – I will allow you spend some days at a time with some of your companions – during that time, you will share their fate – sometimes not completely since that would imply constant damage or even death for you. Tonight, for dinner you will report to Obersturmführer (first lieutenant) Strom – he is working on an interesting project. I think, one of the pain slaves that are involved, arrived together with you. You will stay with them for 3 days. Since you are still recovering and since I want you to have fully recovered by the time part 2 of the initiation is going to take place, you shall return from your first expedition unscathed and untouched – at least physically.” While Meister was explaining, he got up from his chair, rounded the desk and stopped just a few inches in front of me. He opened his fly and pulled out his half erect penis. “Before you leave, seal our deal by a kiss – just like the last time you worship the new baton of your life.” I bend forward, slightly parted my lips and gently kisses the tip of his member, slightly caressing its small vertical slit. “You are dismissed.” Meister said, turned around and pressed a button on the intercom on his table “Send up Karla – I need a tight twat to fuck after Sarah got me all salacious.”
Leaving the study, I heard his rough laughter – feeling glad that he would use some other victim to satisfy his urge – but also strangely jealous and sad I couldn’t prove myself to him. But I didn’t consider these strange impulses – I was occupied pondering the deal.
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