Soul of a Slave 2 - Gilded Cage
Soul of a Slave
Part Two : Gilded Cage
"More tea, Aspirant?," a rather young looking servant girl asked Andy, holding a large metal decanter that had a thin ribbon of steam wafting from the spout. It took Andy a few moments to remember that 'Aspriant' was his title, one given to new members of House Renth. As soon as Andy nodded, she took his cup and filled it, setting it down as quietly and carefully as if she were serving royalty.
He was seated in a simple wooden chair on a patio overlooking the enclosed garden courtyard of House Renth. The view was beautiful, filled with myriad types of flowers. Courtesans and courtiers of every type filled the expansive courtyard, some of them alone, others with their... customers. He looked up at the large glass ceiling overhead, where fat raindrops pattered rhythmically.
"Th-thank you, miss," Andy stammered to the serving girl, still feeling a bit embarrassed at the reverence that he was shown. It had been almost a month since Renth had rescued him from the slave auctions and given him a new life. He'd quickly come to realize that his status as the personal student of the owner of one of the city's most prolific and popular brothels was a very special one. He never forgot that he was, for all intents and purposes, a sex slave in training, but all the same, he was living in conditions ten times more luxurious than any he'd ever encountered.
As his mind wandered to his semi-nightly sessions with Renth, he shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide the erection that had begun to press against the soft white cotton trousers that were the only clothing he was permitted.
The sound of the serving girl clearing her throat startled Andy out of his reverie. He looked down to see that his erection was more than just a small bulge in the cotton pants. His crown was clearly defined through the thin fabric, and a spot of moisture had soaked through.
"Oh my god," Andy sputtered, and sprang up from the chair, spilling his tea. The serving girl giggled a bit and began to pat him down, right in front of everyone. "Hey, hey, you don't have to do that, come on!" He gently pushed the feline away, then tugged nervously at his collar.
"Oh, come on," the girl said, setting down the tea pot. She giggled a little and then looked him up and down unashamedly. "Yer cute, and I dun mind. Jus' stay still, okay?"
While the girl patted him down, he got a chance to look at her a bit more closely. She was feline, but of a type he'd never run into before. Her fur was all different colours, though mostly brown, black and white. Her headfur was dyed a deep crimson, and pulled back in a short ponytail. She was as far from Renth's body type as possible, very lithe and almost angular, with very little in the way of a chest. She was dressed in white trousers the same as Andy's, with a small top that covered her chest but left her belly and shoulders bare. When she finished patting him down, she grinned at him.
"Yer new, right? Everyone's been talking how th'Matron is trainin' sommun herself. yer him, arent'cha?" She asked, her infectious smile lighting up her face, making Andy smile despite the embarrassment at the tent in his pants. "Ya... look like y'could be happy 'ere. Couple girls n' boys, they jus' look like t'was their last chance. Yeh dun look like that. I'm Caelan. How are yeh doin' here? Sometimes kinna hard for sommun new."
Andy felt himself blushing. He'd had more than a few girls (and a couple of the male residents of the House) proposition him. Even one of the guests, who hadn't known he was an Aspirant, had approached him. They'd always looked at him like meat, like just someone to sleep with, and so he'd begged off, explaining he wasn't sure he was allowed. But Caelan was looking at him in a different way, as if she was seeing a person just as much as a courtesan-in-training.
"Uh, I'm Andy," the skunk finally stammered, realizing that he'd been staring a little too long at Caelan. She really was quite pretty, he thought. It was only after almost a minute of inspecting her that he remembered the tent in his pants, which had not diminished in the slightest.
Caelan laughed, just a hint of mischievous glee in her tone when she spoke, "Y'like what yer seein', skunky?" She took a few slow steps toward him, "Yanno, lot of us're always playin' around. Keeps us goin', keeps us fresh..." She reached out and rather deliberately squeezed at the bulge in his pants.
Andy squeaked in surprise; despite the fact Caelan hadn't been looking at him like a possible conquest, she was more forward than anyone else had been since he'd come to house Renth. "I uhh, I uh, well, I... you're really pretty, miss Caelan, I uh... hey, wait, WAIT!" All of a sudden, Caelan had slipped her hand under the waistband of his pants and begun stroking his cock directly.
Caelan looked back at him, her head cocked to the side. She adopted a half-hurt, half-pouty expression on her face, and pulled her hand away. "I'm not cute 'nough, darlin'?" When Andy began to sputter and stammer an apology, she laid a finger over his lips and leaned forward, rubbing her cheek against his muzzle in an affectionate nuzzle, "I'm kiddin' darlin'. I know from th'look in yer eye that yeh think I'm cute."
"I uh, I do. Yeah. Really, I do! I just uh, I don't know if I'm allowed. Lady Renth never said I was allowed or not. I... want to ask her, okay?" When Caelan grinned and winked, seeming to understand, Andy let out a sigh of relief. He could get to like the feline, especially since she'd been nice, if a bit teasing.
There was an uncomfortable moment of silence. Andy finally opened his mouth to say something, but then he heard the distinctive sound of church bells ringing out in the city. He looked at the clock that was on the wall nearby, and his heart sank. "Oh shit... Uh, I have to go. I really have to go. I promise, Caelan, I'll uh... yeah, maybe we can later. I'll ask, okay?" Without even waiting for Caelan to respond, Andy began to run. He was about to be late for his appointment with his Mistress.
Andy somehow managed to make his way from the patio all the way to Lady Renth's chambers before the bells had stopped ringing. Frantic, he threw open the door to her room and dashed in. If it hadn't been for the throw rug at the foot of Renth's bed, Andy would have stopped right there.
The skunk was immediately reminded of his science lessons from his schooling in his home city. Specifically the one on momentum. With a yell, he fell forward, tumbling onto her bed. Much to his chagrin, the bed wasn't empty, and his head came to rest on Renth's lap, nose pushed under her customary too-short cocktail dress.
Andy went completely still, looking up at Renth from his position with eyes as big as saucers. His Mistress was wearing an expression of open shock and surprise. "Uh, hi Mistress?" he said, trying to look and sound as cute as possible.
For what felt like forever, Renth stared at him, and then, mercifully, began to laugh. "Oh... oh my goodness, my dear boy. You just look... Oh, you are just adorable. Such an eager greeting, toy. You did_plan on that, did you not? To _run into my room when the bells were ringing and surprise me? Of course it was your plan, right?"
Andy began to shake his head, not wanting to be dishonest, but Renth laughed a bit more and then stroked his cheek affectionately. Gently running her fingers through his headfur, she said,. "Mm, my sweet-smelling skunk. You have been good these last few weeks. You have been learning quite well. You are skilled with your tongue, very much so. I think... yes, it is time for a reward."
Renth reached down and hooked a finger through the ring on his collar, pulling him up and kissing him firmly. Her tongue pressed against his lips, demanding entry. A few seconds later, she pulled away, nose wrinkling slightly. There was a strange flash of recognition in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared. "Would you like a special reward, pet?"
Andy relaxed; he wasn't in trouble at all, and that was all he really cared about, though the mention of a reward made his ears perk forward a bit. "Yes, Mistress," He said breathlessly.
Renth smiled toothily and nipped at Andy's neck, then pointed at the bed. "Lay down, face up. Hands at your sides. Take your pants off, toy."
Without even hesitating, the skunk stripped the cotton trousers off and quickly laid down, pressing his arms to his sides. He felt keenly the tip of his cock flush against his belly. When he saw Renth disrobing, he let out a low whine. He loved seeing her naked, every inch of her exposed to his eyes.
Not for the first time, Andy thought she was the most beautiful fox he'd ever seen. Plump, but not fat, with curves in all the right places. There wasn't anything overly remarkable about her, just that everything about her seemed just right. Her breasts were firm and heavy, and as she padded over to him, Andy felt his cock swell even more.
Renth grinned at Andy and murmured, "My my, dear. Already eager, are we?" Seeing Andy's blush, she actually giggled a bit before climbing onto the bed and straddling his waist. "Tell me, toy, do you think I am pretty?"
Andy nodded mutely, only barely holding himself from reaching up to touch his mistress' breasts. He'd touched her before without being told to, and she'd given him a paddling hard enough to make him not want to sit down for the rest of the day. "Yes, Mistress. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met..."
Renth grinned and leaned over Andy to kiss him passionately before murmuring, "You want your treat, toy? I think you'll like it." It was then that Andy realized that the scent of arousal was heavy on her. How he'd managed to miss that delightful scent, he had no idea. All of a sudden, Renth had pushed her right breast to his face. "Suck, toy," she commanded, her voice a husky growl.
Without hesitating even a moment, Andy wrapped his lips around Renth's nipple and began to suck and lick at the nub of flesh. Predictably, it quickly stiffened and thickened, letting him get a firmer grip. He knew he was doing something right from the pleased sounds that his mistress made. This time, he forgot himself, lifting his other hand up to cup her other breast, pinching and rolling her nipple.
"Good toy," Renth nearly purred, and shifted her position a little. Taking Andy's stiff length in hand, she guided it toward the damp wetness of her sex. "Theere, just about ready..."
Andy stopped suckling at Renth's nipple, stammering out, "Oh my goddess, oh my goddess." He knew what she intended now, and he couldn't quite believe it was happening, "I've never... I... I don't know if..."
Renth grinned and let out a playful growl, "Did I say you could stop sucking, toy? Ten on your ass later." Andy let out a surprised squeak and returned to sucking on Renth's nipple with renewed fervour. "Good boy," Renth said softly. "I'm your first, then, toy? Good."
Slowly, almost agonizingly, Renth began to bear down, holding Andy's face against her breast. Andy's eyes rolled back as he felt his shaft enveloped in that tight, wet warmth. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before, and more than he'd ever imagined. As he felt the base of his cock pressed up against his mistress' mound he let out a low moan.
"Now don't you blow your load before I'm done, toy," Renth growled, and began to slowly rock her hips, sliding up and down Andy's length. Noticing that Andy had once again stopped, Renth presses her lips to his ear and gave a not-gentle nip. "Don't. Stop sucking. Stop again for even a second and I'll make you regret it," She whispered dangerously.
Andy whined a little, and when that nipple was pressed against his lips again, he latched onto it immediately. Swirling his tongue around her nipple, he forgot himself and nipped impulsively at the sensitive flesh. Renth let out a pained, and -much to Andy's surprise- pleased squeal. He looked up at his mistress with wide eyes, worried he might have gone too far, but she only grinned at him.
There was something right about his first time with a woman being his mistress, a detached part of Andy's mind thought. Nipping again, seeing if it would elicit the same response from Renth, he was pleased to hear that same squeal. Moments later, all thought fled from Andy's mind when Renth began to ride him in earnest, squeezing his shaft with her inner muscles.
It was inevitable, really. Two conflicting orders, and he didn't know which one to follow, because it was only a minute at most before he felt the rising pleasure of his approaching climax. He half-panicked, trying to catch Renth's eye with a small wave of his hands, or his emphatic whimpering. But she'd closed her eyes, her expression one of bliss.
Try as he might, Andy couldn't stop himself, though to his credit, he lasted almost twice as long as he'd already been inside his mistress. With a low, desperate squeal, he came, his whole body shaking and twitching. There was a sense of dread in what he was feeling, knowing he'd lost control. How could he not, though, with it being his first time?
It wasn't long before the softening of his shaft was noticed by Renth. She looked down at him and let out a half-disgusted sound. "Bad boy," She growled. "Not that I did not expect it." That moment of displeasure made Andy's heart sink. He didn't have time to apologize though, as his mistress had already pulled herself off his softening length and turned around.
All at once, her sex was pressed firmly against his face. "Finish me off and clean me, t-OYY," She began, but Andy had already begun to lick, making whatever she was going to say turn into a half-squeal. This alone was reward enough for him, and his tongue pushed deep into her cunt, lapping up his own seed and her juices hungrily.
Renth's hand moved down to rub and pinch at her own clit, her breath coming quick. Grinding herself against Andy's face, she began to mess the fur on his muzzle with their mingled juices. "Clit, toy," she said huskily, and repositioned herself to let Andy do the work that her fingers had moments before.
Wordlessly, Renth reached into the nightstand, stopping for a second when Andy began to flick his tongue against her clit rapidly, something that she'd taught him to do a few days before. "Oh m-my, you are certainly mmmph, learning."
Retrieving what she'd been looking for from the drawer in the nightstand, Andy felt something cold and metallic enveloping his sheath. "Nngh, do not stop," Renth commanded, "You' are a g-good boy. I planned this, do not worry."
Andy whimpered, worried that he couldn't see what was happening. Whatever Renth was doing, it was certainly odd. He felt something actually pushing into_his sheath a little, covering the opening almost completely. A few seconds later he felt a cool metal band separating his balls and making whatever it was on his balls and cock feel _very snug. A second later he heard a metallic 'click'.
A light slap to his balls told him he'd stopped licking, and despite the worrisome feeling of confinement, he resumed. For what seemed like forever, Renth rode his face, grinding herself against him. "Good little toy," Renth purred, "Perfect, like that, yeeessss..." She trailed off and pressed herself harder against his muzzle, "Lick DEEP, toy, almost there."
Andy dug his tongue deep into his mistress' cunt, delighting in the taste of her pleasure. All that Renth could do now was gasp and moan in pleasure as her toy lapped up as much as he could. With a low, hungry cry Renth came, gushing onto Andy's face, almost soaking his muzzle in her pleasure, "OH GOOD BOY!" she almost yelled, and then slumped, rolling off of him.
Finally, Andy could see what his mistress had done to him. He stared uncomprehendingly at what he saw. A thin steel shell covered his sheath entirely, with two small metal bands holding it firmly in place, and a tiny lock to hold it in place. "I uh, what?" He stammered. "What is that?"
Taking a moment to bask in the afterglow, Renth murmured, "Another acquisition from the north. They use it to keep their male servants in line, rather than making eunuchs." She smiled beatifically and turned around to pat at Andy's cheek, making a tiny wet slapping sound. "It will make sure you cannot paw, or get hard, without my direct desire."
Andy moaned loudly; he'd pawed himself to sleep more than a few times since returning. But this... this contraption she'd locked onto him would keep that from happening, "But w-why? I've been good, this is... this is just mean."
Renth sighed and stroked Andy's belly a little, laughing a bit, "Yes, it is. A bit. But it is also how I will train you to only come when you are told to. It will be your new... lesson, I suppose. As a courtesan, you will need to satisfy your clients with not thought to your own pleasure. I cannot keep you from coming if I have no way to control when you come."
Andy whined, "But, but... what if someone wants to play with me? I mean, I thought A-aspirants were allowed... I mean, I, but it's mean." His thoughts immediately went to Caelan. He was surprised how disappointed he was that he'd not get a chance to be with her, for goddess knew how long. "I kinda, there are some who've been kinda asking me to do stuff... pretty girls, not as much as you. I wanted to, but I... "
Renth laughed and stroked Andy's cheek, then leaned down to groom his face, licking her own juices off of him. "You mean girls like Caelan, dear?" When she saw the look of shock on Andy's face, she laughed even more. "Dear, I'm a fox. I can smell her on you. Though... you didn't have sex, did you? Scent's not strong. Knowing her, she teased you and then left you, giggling all the way."
Andy nodded, trying not to meet his Mistress' gaze. "I... I didn't know if I could. If I was allowed. Guess it kinda doesn't matter now, right? Not with th-this on," He touched the metal sheath around his balls and cock.
"Probably should have taken her up on the offer, dear. Though I'm proud you wanted to be sure it was allowed. Shows me your heart and mind are in the right place. Me first, before all others." Renth kissed Andy again, pushing her tongue in between his lips. When the kiss broke, she continued, "There are ways you can still find your pleasure with her. Methods I wholly approve of. So... if anyone wants your service, you may give it freely..." she trailed off and got a strange look on her face, and then she grinned.
Andy squirmed. The look was one that he already knew, one that meant she was thinking of something he may not like, but she would take great pleasure in doing. "But?" He asked, voice cracking a bit. After having the chastity device put on, he couldn't think of anything more humbling.
"But, I want to make sure everyone knows you're mine. The collar you're wearing shows you're in training. But not by whom," Renth mused, and tapped her chin. "Come with me to the tub, my pretty little slut. I'm going to make sure nobody forgets who you belong to."
Andy shivered when Renth called him 'slut'. The way she said it wasn't accusing or derisive. It was proud and affectionate and almost possessive. It filled Andy with a strange feeling of joy and embarrassment, one that he'd already come to love. When Renth made her way to the large tub that was in one corner of her chamber, Andy climbed off the bed on shaky legs and followed.
"Into the tub, slut. Kneel on the bottom, lower your head, and close your eyes," Renth said firmly. Andy looked at her, confused at the tone in her voice. He had no idea what she was planning, though the look in her eyes and that grin she still held told Andy it was going to be something quite unique.
Renth climbed into the large tub with Andy, standing over him, her mound inches from the top of his head. "Scent is such a powerful thing. It marks property, it marks territory. And most citizens of Erekem have a good sense of smell. One that can detect even the faintest marking," The vixen said softly, reaching down to stroke Andy's ears. "There's one way I know that nobody here will forget you're owned by me..."
Andy's ears swiveled and his tail twitched nervously. When nothing happened, he wracked his brain, trying to figure out what she meant. And then it hit him... the water she'd been drinking when he'd come in; the comment about property and territory, even the strange rubbery stockings she'd worn into the tub. "W-wait, no, you're not going to," Andy gasped, realizing what she was about to do. He jerked away, and without a moment's hesitation Renth's hand reached out and grabbed his ear, pulling his head to her mound.
"Do. Not. Move," Renth commanded. "Do you want to be able to spend time with Caelan, slut? Do you want me to say you simply aren't allowed any pleasure with others? This will be the price you pay for it."
Andy whimpered, for a moment considering asking her to stop. But then he remembered Caelan, and the way she'd actually looked at him like he was a person. The way she'd teased him, kissed him and left him panting for more. "I'll stay, Mistress," he said, and waited, eyes squeezed shut.
"Good," Renth almost purred, and then let out a sigh of contentment. All at once, Andy felt hot, acrid liquid splashing across his face. He knew she must have been planning some part of this for a while, but that didn't make him feel any better. As his Mistress relieved herself on him, soaking his face and then down farther, he was surprised to find that his cock was straining against its' cage, aching for release. There was something so primal and intimate about being pissed on that Andy couldn't help but like.
Renth's scent was strong, and she had a good volume to release onto him. After what felt like forever, there were a few dribbles, and it was done. Most of his head and chest were soaked in the vixen's urine, along with some of his legs. Much to his embarrassment, Renth crouched down and began to rub his wet fur, working it into his skin beneath.
All that Andy could smell was his Mistress' scent. Covering him, filling him... it's all he knew for those few moments. He felt a few tears roll down his cheek, both humiliated and aroused at what had been done to him.
Renth peeled her socks off and stepped out of the tub, then walked over to a basin at the nearby wall and began to wash her hands. "Are you alright, Andy?" she asked softly. Gone was any mischievousness or gleefully sadistic tone. When Andy nodded, she said, "You will stay kneeling in the tub until the clock strikes the hour. Then you may bathe. Gives my scent time to... work itself in. You won't smell bad, but you'll smell like me. And that's what I want."
Andy nodded mutely. There was too much going on in his head to actually speak properly. Renth grinned and said softly, "You're a wonderful pet and student, Andy. You'll go far here. I'm honestly considering keeping you as my own personal slave after your training. Now, since you're occupying my bath... I'll go use the communal ones."
Andy blinked after registering what Renth had said. She wanted to keep him as hers? He opened his mouth to say something, but Renth had already slipped out of the room, leaving him to his thoughts, almost drowning in her scent.
It wasn't until the second hour struck before Andy actually remembered to bathe.