Prologue

The day I first encountered you, Katherine, had been a miserable one for me. Rather stupidly I had gone down to the weekly slave auction incognito. Having forgotten that it was very close to tax time, I found the auction very busy. Had I been smart, I would have immediately left and returned to the castle, but as you well know brains are not my strong suit. I stayed.

A substantial number of girls were sold into slavery that day. I saw these lovely young women, seventeen and eighteen years old, with their parents. Typically the mothers would help their daughters undress, then kiss them goodbye. Naked and trembling, typically with tears streaming down their cheeks, the girls would stumble blindly up the steps.

One girl in particular impressed me. I guess she was about seventeen, blonde, blue eyed with a lusciously nubile figure. Although tears were streaming uncontrollably down her cheeks and she had a nearly-irresistible urge to cover her loins, she climbed the stairs, presented herself to the auctioneer, signed the papers consenting to her permanent slavery, then moved to where one of his assistants was waiting. Then the girl voluntarily took her position in one of the open spreadeagle racks and waited while her wrists and ankles were secured. When the prospective bidders came by I could hear this lovely girl asking them to fondle her cunt, squeeze her tits, and feel the muscles in her arms and legs. This young woman was trying her best to ensure that her parents received the best price possible for her as she entered into a lifetime of slavery.

When a small patrol of my troops approached, I was genuinely shocked. There was an animal-like growl from the crowd. Fortunately the officer commanding the patrol had the good sense to withdraw his men before the crowd was provoked further. Asking a bystander why there was such a reaction, I was shocked at his response. My fiscal advisors — all trained at the Kennedy School of Government at Harvard, I must add — had assured me that the only possible way to run a government was with high taxes. "After all," they pointed out, "if you do not take their money, Sire, they will only waste it on food, clothing, and other such fripperies... You, Sire, can use it for important matters of state — another addition to your castle, for example."

Given the obvious good sense in their position, I could not understand why the citizenry did not share my enthusiasm. However, I had also just given orders to expand the size of the armed forces yet again to absorb even more young men. Most were doomed to remain single due to the lack of marriageable young women. That day, Katherine, I learned also that the percentage of young women being sold into slavery had reached an estimated 70 percent.

Thus, I was feeling despondent and essentially alone as I presided over the evening meal in the Great Hall. Having just finished eating, I was about to retire to my apartment; the evening's planned entertainment held no attraction for me. After a while jugglers and acrobats all seem pretty much alike. However, I noticed my chamberlain watching me carefully. When I moved in my seat in a fashion suggesting I was preparing to leave, he motioned to someone who was waiting out of my sight.

A moment later, Katherine, you appear. I was dazzled! I see an apparition with magnificent auburn hair dressed in what appeared to be an ivory gown. Moments later, of course, I found that it was a very long cloak only secured at your throat. Your hands were behind you — secured together I soon learned — forcing your luscious tits up and out. After being brought around the table, you were positioned beside me.

My chamberlain said softly, "Sire, we have acquired a new slave for your use. Would it be convenient for you to inspect her now?"

When I agreed, he nodded and your guard first released your wrists and then untied the cord around your neck. With a flourish the cloak was removed revealing the perfection of your body. I remember vividly how proudly your tits stood with their nipples already pebble-hard.

"On your knees, Slave!" you were ordered. "You have been instructed in the proper submissive posture. Take it!" So saying the guard took your wrists and first secured them together and then to the back of a leather collar that previously had been hidden by the high neck of the cloak. Responding to downward pressure on your shoulder and rapidly whispered instructions you went down on your knees, then spread your knees wide apart opening your luscious cunt to my view. Only then did I see that you had only a small dense patch of auburn pubic hair immediately above your slit. The rest of your pubes were bare. Katherine, you were utterly exquisite.

For my part, Master, I was in a state of shock. So much had happened in such a short time. Just a few hours earlier I was an animal living in a cage. Now, as I was led into the Great Hall, I didn't know what to do or to think. As I moved sightlessly I thought of the marvelous little girl, a blue-eyed blonde, now wearing a bandage on her forehead. I was being prepared for my presentation to you, Master, and being given dozens of instructions, none of which I heard, let alone had any intention of following.

While this was happening, though, this lovely naked girl sat on her haunches trying to do something — anything — for me. Her bandage was courtesy of me, but notwithstanding, at every opportunity she melted her marvelously soft lips to mine, giving me the most innocent, most loving kisses I have ever experienced in my life. At the same time I just luxuriated in the treatment as seemingly countless lovely women focused their every attention on me. Oddly enough, Master, it evoked memories from somewhere in my past. Strangely, I found I knew automatically how to hold myself to permit them most easily to work on me.

I suppose it was because I was in some form of LaLa Land that I didn't even notice when my thighs were spread wide and my pubic patch was — shall we say? — drastically reduced in size. When they finished, I was stood in front of a full-length mirror. I blinked in astonishment. Master, it had been so long since I had seen my body. In spite of the abuse I had suffered, it was apparently unmarked, although there were still fading scars visible if one knew where to look.

Holding myself up straight, I was astonished when one of the women — the senior handmaiden, I suppose — amazed me. She lifted my tit, put a pencil under it, then released it. When the pencil hit the floor, for some reason she was pleased. Then she carefully fastened a marvelously soft leather collar around my neck and put leather bracelets on my wrists. In light of what I had so-recently lived through, the soft leather reminded me of fine jewelry.

Then to my shock she stood in front of me on tiptoe and kissed me full on the lips. "Our master will adore you! Please make him happy." At the time I had no clue what she could be talking about.

A beautiful ivory-colored cloak was put over my shoulders and I was led to a small table. There I found a lovely meal set out for me, and the same lovely little girl sitting there waiting to feed me. I was about to object, but my hands and arms were covered by the cloak.

More importantly because the little girl seemed so delighted at the opportunity to serve me, I did not have the heart to object. Carefully, she cut the meat into small pieces and fed them to me. Never have I had such an experience, Master. When I finished eating, believe it or not, she brushed my teeth and rinsed my mouth with mouthwash. After clearing off my little table, she sat on it and just rested her head against my shoulder. When she wasn't nuzzling my neck, she was giving me soft, loving kisses.

We seemed to be awaiting something. I noticed a guard appear and just stand poised, waiting. He seemed to be watching someone or something out of my sight. Then he nodded to someone, came over, took me by the arm and raised me to my feet.

I was being hustled. And being the person I am, I resented it but stumbled along and found myself in the Great Hall. The guard was moving so quickly, rather than walking I was almost being carried along. Clearly he did not want to keep you waiting.

Suddenly he stopped and went down on one knee. Looking up, Master, I saw you and my heart rolled over. Wearing that royal-blue tunic that set off the blue of your eyes, I was overcome. Being the woman I am, I could not possibly admit it. But now, my darling, I do. I think I loved you from that first instant I saw you.

As a result I was happy when my cloak was removed. I stood up proudly and waited. Immediately I derived benefit from having seen myself in the mirror. I was very proud of my naked body and proudly presented myself to you. Then the guard ordered me to take "the position", whatever in hell that was. Somehow he got me into what passed as a submissive posture and then withdrew.

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