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I Exist To Serve

Chapter Two

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

12th October, 2021

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When I felt I could bear no more, he released me and I immediately pushed back from the table and followed like an obedient pup. He led me through the maze of rooms then outside, where he ordered me to kneel on the cold ground. I obeyed without thought, my paws resting on my thighs, my head bowed respectfully as he dissapeared and left me.

For one heartbeat – or a billion – I did not know. All I knew was time passed and I remained where I had been ordered to stay. At last I heard him returning and I swallowed, wondering what he had in mind for me.

“Tilt your head back doe, now."

Fearfully – I couldn't help it – I did as he instructed, my eyes closed for to look upon a master without being told, often was a punishable offence, or so my mind reminded me. I felt him grab my left antler then pull my head even further backwards until I nearly bleated in pain and fear.

“Stay!" He commanded.

Neck aching, throat burning, I could do nothing else. I felt him doing something behind me, then my head began to be swayed from side to side as I felt something pulling and tugging at my antler. After an indefinite time, he grunted and gave a sharp tug and there was a crack of bone and something fell behind me. Soon, the other antler was grasped and the same happened to it. Was he...was this a punishment or a reward?

I knew not which...

He pushed my head forwards when he was done, and I drew in quick gulping breaths. He did something, again, behind me, then I looked down at my antlers that lay before me. I dared not reach up to touch where they once were, all I could do was feel where they were. It was like a ghost pain, the weight of them gone from my head, yet my mind insisted they remained atop my head.

“A doe has no need of antlers, I assume you are a doe..."“

"I am what you wish me to be, master." I replied quietly. “I shall serve you to the best of my ability and with willingness."

“See to it you do, now, come!"

His voice harsh and gruff, but I sensed something within him, that this was a test of sorts. Testing my resolve and willingness? I knew not, and dared not ask, for such was not my place. I was a slave, I would be one until my end of days, in this I had found what little solace I could. He had not beaten me, tortured me for his own malicious ends or pleasure – he was firm with me, but not aggressive...

I did what he asked, I followed, meek and quiet.

*

He led me down halls lined with expensive and beautiful carpets and rugs, I felt shame and guilt, that my cloven hooves were even permitted to touch a single thread of such finery! He did not seem to care. Taking me deep inside the expansive mansion in which he lived, he stopped at an ornate door.

“This is my chambers, where you shall sleep."

I bowed my head, acquiescing to his order.

I was, if I was good, permitted to sleep on the floor of my masters bedroom, at the foot of the bed. Usually? I was confined to a cold storage room at best – or at worse? Made sleep outside like a stray.

“Come, doe, let me see if my investment in you was warranted!"

He pushed open the door and walked in, with me obediently following at a respectable distance. Instantly, I smelt new scents. Floral and pleasing, both from the vases that lined the walls and the large beeswax candles that flickered and wavered. His bed was large, larger than any I had ever seen, its four posts made from mahogany and thicker than my forearm. Up above, was a canopy and the bed was covered with a beautiful tapestry like coverlet.

“I see you looking at that coverlet, doe." He grunted, his voice neutral.

I dropped my eyes and clasped my paws behind my back. I was a slave, not some common house-hold servant!

“That is the sigil of my house, doe. A proud and noble line that stretched back over a thousand years...and shall die with me."

I kept my muzzle shut, fearing to speak.

“My...predilections, are not for the continuation of my lineage, do you understand?"

“I am sorry master, I do not."

“Have you not noticed, the lack of a lady's touch in my home? No, probably not, if you did, you would not say such, I imagine. This once, I shall let you speak freely."

“I would never lie or withhold master!" I promised. “I have not, as you put it, noticed a ladies touch or scent in your home."

He turned about and took my muzzle in one hand, his fingers on one side, the thumb on the other, as he lifted up my head and stared into my eyes. I fearfully squeezed mine shut. I couldn't help it, years of beatings and abuse had conditioned me to do such.

“Look at me, doe. Look upon your master."

With a swallow of the apple-like lump in my throat, my eyes opened and I looked into his. His fingers tightened on my muzzle, holding it shut.

“You're most...attractive. I think I chose wisely in my purchase of you. Before you were bathed and presentable, I had my doubts, now..."

I tried to stay as still as I could, but my ears flattened of their own accord. Some instincts in my kind were irresistible and beyond my mental control.

“Behind you, you will find a wooden chest. Go to it. Open it, put on that which you find within, then present yourself back to me on your knees, do you understand me?"

I blinked, fearing if I nodded he would become angry with me.

“Go, now..." He spoke.

I went...

Kneeling down before the chest, I carefully opened it then looked down. Inside was leather work the sort Id never dreamed of. Glistening with silver buckles and accents, I pulled out a leather collar first. Placing it around my neck, something I was intimately familiar with, I fumbled with the intricate buckles and trembled. I lacked the dexterity humans had in abundance with their fingers – as mine ended in short, blunt hooflets.

I heard his exasperated sigh, then he walked over behind me then pulled my paws away and I feared surely getting punished for my failure to obey. He took the ornate collar from me and affixed it around my slender furred neck and throat, then pulled it tight and cinched it up.

It was tight, I doubted I could slip even so much as a single finger between my throat and the leather, but I would not refuse my masters whim. Next, he retrieved a beautiful halter and pulled it up over my muzzle and cinched it as well behind my head. It clung to my muzzle and head like a second skin, so tightly did it fit I thought he'd surely had it custom made just for me...

“Such a pretty doe, with your new accoutrements, aren't you?"

I remained silent, I did not understand what accoutrements meant.

“Turn around, face me!"

Obediently, I turned about, my paws behind my back and head bowed respectfully. He adjusted the band over my muzzle, slid back the bands behind my ears and tightened them another notch. It was already quite firm, now it was borderline painful, but I remained quiet. It was my masters whim that I wear this, for what reason, I did not know...

“It is a start, I will get other things, in time. This will suffice. Now, come to me, kneel down."

I blinked and surrendered to his command, resting my paws on my knees as I looked up at him, expectant and awaiting his whim.

“You are not a true doe, if you were, I would never have purchased you, do you understand? You may speak."

“No, master. I do not presume to know your mind."

“As I said, there is no lady in my life, for my predilections do not lay that way, do you understand what I mean?"

Predilection? I racked my mind trying to understand. Many words come and went in my mind in two heartbeats, before I spoke up.

“Master, you do not desire such, for your own wishes are with one such as I?"

I shut my muzzle with a snap and hung my head, awaiting his anger at being so presumptuous.

“Of...a sort..." He murmured. “Whilst I do so enjoy..."

His fingers brushed one of my ears gently and I was helpless to prevent the tremble that rippled through me.

“Your kind..." He continued, seemingly oblivious to me, much to my personal thanks. “No, my own sexual desires lay not only with you beast-kin – but beasts and always predominantly, with males."

My ears flicked. Did I hear him right? I...no, I must have misheard. It was a capital offence too...

As if he sensed my thoughts, he gripped me tightly by the underside of my muzzle and stared into my eyes.

“You are a slave! As such, you are forbidden to speak to another of what I have told you, do you understand? That which happens in my manor, stays in my manor!"

I stared, wide eyed, fearing this sudden angry outburst from my master. Had I said or done something to anger him?

Just as suddenly, the outburst was over, then he smiled at me and stroked my ears gently, leaving me confused and bewildered, kneeling on the thick carpet, my paws on my knees and gazing up at him.

“Stand up."

I got back to my cloven hooves and lowered my head respectfully. Eyes closed, I was unaware as he suddenly reached out and gripped me quite firmly by the furred sheath and squeezed – not painfully – but not gently either. I had to struggle hard to not bleat in fear as my eyes snapped open and he grinned at me.

“For a doe..." He murmured, then eased his tight grip and caressed me down there. “You seem awfully strangely equipped..."

My blood turned to ice-water in my veins as I began to tremble in abject fear. I'd been threatened with a terrible punishment in the past – a punishment that would surely have prevented me from pleasuring other masters...

“Easy, slave!" He smiled at me, continuing to gently stroke and caress with his fingers. “I will not have you gelded, I saw it in your eyes, the fear you held. Please me...and you will find the rewards are extravagant and pleasurable...do you understand?"

I could only fearfully nod my understanding and acquiescence.

To Be Continued...