The Training of Scarlet Worthy (24 page)

Gabrielle had not seen BB and he looked a bit startled.

"It's okay, she is just following her owner’s orders. How did you come by the name Gabrielle? That's a girl’s name isn't it?" I touched the tip of his cock with my fork. "You’re clearly a boy." I giggled and so did he.

"My cross to bear I’m afraid. Lady Julia was in a playful mood the night I was collared. She picked the name simply for the fun of it." He laughed. I found him charming. "I guess it could be worse. She could have named me Dopey."

"It's a pretty name, and you certainly not dopey. Would you like some of this?" I motioned to the elegantly arranged plate.

"Oh no Miss, I would be happy to see you enjoy my efforts."

I opened both bottles of water. "Gabrielle, please go check and see that my friend BB is properly hydrated and return. I like having your company."

The young man crossed the room and offered BB a drink which she accepted. She continued standing her post in silence.

Gabrielle returned and sat properly with his knees together and his hands folded smartly in his lap. "How long have you been a slave?" I asked the question as if enquiring as to the time someone may have been in school.

"I've been serving the Manor for two years."

"Always in the kitchen, always a waiter?"

"Yes." He hung his head.

"What were you doing before the Manor?" I nibbled on a slice of orange.

"I was studying hospitality management at the University in Bath. I took a semester off, applied for a job at the Manor and one thing led to another and...." He smiled and pulled playfully on his collar.

I smiled knowingly in return. I stood and circled him. His head was trying to follow me, curious as to see what I was doing. "Stand up!" I said. It was a simple test to see if he would respond to a command. He stood instantly, and without question. Gabrielle was three inches shorter than me. It had been a long time since I towered over a man. Without explanation I started to examine his collar. It was snug around his neck and clearly custom made to fit his thin and graceful neck. There was an O ring at the front for his captor to attach a leash or to simple restrain him. There seemed no connection point, no lock, and no escape.

"You collar is permanent? I see no way out of it. How was it placed on you?" I brushed my body against his. My lips were inches from his neck. I allowed my breathing to settle on his skin. I watched his cock stiffen as I spoke.

His voice stuttered a bit. His concentration was failing him. I was devilishly intent on seeing how far and how deep I could take his meltdown.

“The joint was welded by the stable blacksmith Miss Scarlet. It would have to be cut off.”

I looped my index finger through the O ring. I looked deeply into his brown eyes.

"You can be led around like this?"

I pulled on the ring. He took two steps forward. "I see that the answer is yes. Would you follow Miss Scarlet if I requested you to do so Gabrielle?" I giggled as I watched him squirm, but my eyes sparked a serious tone. “You never know. I may need a well-organized slave like you someday.”

I jerked the ring. I starred sternly at him. It was a gamble, but his answer would be telling. His stiff member gave me confidence. Gabrielle, sighed, he exhaled, and as if backed into a corner of submission. He lowered his eyes.

"Yes Miss Scarlet." He whispered.

“I own you Gabrielle. I win.”

I returned to my seat and left him standing, his little cock sticking out and up. It twitched. I thought it cute, like it had a little motor in it. I crossed my legs and smiled. I stared at him for three or four minutes while I picked at the fruit.

"Why does your tiny penis twitch when you see me Gabrielle? Is it happy? Do you have a happy cock when you're around Miss Scarlet? You can tell me. I'm interested to learn how this tiny thing of yours works. You can tell Miss Scarlet."

"I don't know why that happens, but it is happy Miss Scarlet. That I can guarantee. It got happy when Cook first told me to service you My Lady."

My Lady yet
, I thought.
My-oh-my, we are getting someplace in his head, as well as his to his little pecker. Let's play.
I thought.

"Come here slave. I'd like to see your cock up close. But first kneel here, between my legs." I patted the center of my chair. He quickly complied.

"Do you like my body?" I asked.

"I love your body Miss Scarlet. It’s a challenged to try and describe how I feel when I gaze upon you, or the affect you have on me when I see you......" He stammered. “I feel that my eyes are privileged to see you. I don't know why I am so privileged. Thank you. I'm grateful for this wonderful moment. I will never forget the image of you if I live to be a hundred years old."

I inserted my finger in his collar and pulled his face inches from my right breast. I held my breast in my palm. "Would you like to taste me?"

His mouth opened and he tried to say yes, but nothing came from him. He was trance-like.

I pushed him away. "Maybe another time Slave. See, I would need your mouth and tongue for hours. I like my breasts suckled Gabrielle, and my pussy too." I spread my legs for him to see.

"It's too bad, I'm afraid we don't have hours - such a shame." He began to shake.

"Did I turn you on? Tell Miss Scarlet. Tell your Lady Scarlet. Would you like to stick your cock in me?"

"Yes." He whispered sheepishly. His little member was dancing for me.

"Let's make a date."

He seemed puzzled. "Crawl over to the table, and fetch the little box that’s on the table there. This will be a fun game."

He retrieved the paint set that had been left in my suite. The same used to stain my nipples. "Now stand up and stand still. That's a boy, stand in front of me - put your arms behind your back."

He did as instructed. I grabbed his member and started to squeeze it. "Does that hurt?"

"No My Lady."

He was mine. He knew it, and I knew it, and presumably BB knew it as well. I was sure she was listening. Most importantly, Gabrielle knew that he had given himself to me. What was to follow was simply the formalities. Because at this moment, in my suite, on this spring evening, we both knew that I had taken my first slave from Lady Julia Sweeten-Roseau.

I pulled him closer to me. “Kneel down. I wish to mark you for our date Gabrielle. This mark will be a constant reminder of your Miss Scarlet.”

I squeeze him and held him tight. The mushroom shaped tip of his penis began to swell. I opened the dye kit with my free hand. I selected a brush with bristles a half inch wide.

"I think I'll stain you pink. Your cock will look like a swollen pink plum." I giggled.

I dipped the brush in the dye and began staining the bulb on the end of my Slave's penis. "This color will come off in two or three weeks. When it does, get a message to me, and maybe I'll provide some relief to your tortured member. My guess is that you will likely need it by then." I slapped his cock. Gabrielle gasped in pain. It was a hard slap and he slumped over. I grabbed his collar. "Don't you dare come until this mark wears off or until I permit it? Do you understand your Mistress?"

"Yes, My Lady."

"Fine, now collect this tray and leave us."

But BB and I were not alone for long. Gabrielle's departure was replaced with the appearance of two ominous looking figures standing in my open door. There were cloaked and hooded. They wore simple black costume masks beneath the hood of the black cloaks. The cloaks reached inches from the floor. I could not clearly identify them as either man or woman until they spoke. The man’s voice said. "It's time." The woman said. "Follow us."

I stepped into the hallway. Never in my life did I feel more vulnerable. I was naked except for the waist corset and a pair of heels. I wore no jewelry. I had no watch. I carried no handbag. I fell in behind the hooded figures and the three of us walked the short distance toward the Hall of Mirrors. We reached the door. It was silent. I remembered that the hall was soundproof. I knew that it would not be silent once I stepped through the door. The woman in the black hood spoke. "When you get inside stand still until you are told to advance. There will be lights to guide your way. Follow the instructions from the Ceremonial Master.”

The door opened and the sound that came from within was deafening. The noise of a hundred conversations filled the air. There were shrieks of laughter, and there were cries of pain.

I stepped into the darkness and the door shut behind me. I stood at the end of a runway that led to a stage some fifty feet ahead of me. Both the runway and the stage were elevated to be some six feet from the mirrored floor below them. Chairs had been set up and I could make out an audience of some two hundred people sitting facing the stage. Behind the stage rose a seating arrangement like one would see in a college class room, stadium seating, and seated there were approximately twenty robbed individuals like the ones who I had just escorted me to this spot. I was to find that they were the officers of the society, and that the audience were the society’s members.

Behind the audience, chairs had been arranged in a semicircle, each chair occupied by a naked man or woman.
They must be the slaves. Had they been auctioned?
They appeared nervous. They were patrolled by two women dressed in leather cat suits, who chastised any slave that was not sitting still or upright. I tried to put it all together in my mind, but I was busy dealing with my shaking knees. How long will I stand here, and then what will I have to do?

A man's voice came over the microphone. "Lords and Ladies, the slave auction is almost complete. We have one more property to be auctioned for your consideration and your bidding. Let's complete this so that we can get to the main event. Hold your auction paddles up high so that we are able to see your bid. Sargent, bring forward the next item."

A man in black led a young naked woman onto the stage. She was hooded, so I could not see her face. He held her leash in his hand and the leash was attached to leather wrist restraints that shackled her hands at the waist, her wrist secured to a belt that encircled her. The man struggled to get her onto the circular pedestal. The pedestal began to rise. It elevated her three feet from the stage floor.

The first man began to speak again, and the crowd feel silent. "This is item number thirty four.”

The number 34 appeared on a large monitor behind the stage. “She is a new slave and she comes from a farm in Italy. She is fit for field labor and is contracted for one year. The opening bid is forty thousand."

Bidding paddles were raised and the auction was off and running. It stalled at one hundred thousand. The auctioneer removed the hood. The young woman smiled then arrogantly stuck out her tongue at the audience. She smiled again, and wiggled her hips provocatively. She was cute and feisty. The bidding continued and she was sold to a man in the front row for one hundred fifty thousand. The pedestal was lowered and the slave was released from her shackles and led off to be seated with her fellow slaves behind the stage.

“We have one last special ceremony.” The man’s voiced echoed in the mirrored room. “After that, you may collect your property from the purser at the back of the room. Also, our host has arranged refreshments in the adjacent assembly hall. Have a good evening. I believe it was a fun night and congratulations to all the successful bidders. Special thank you to our hostess Lady Julia Sweeten-Roseau.” There was a respectful round of applause for My Lady.

Suddenly a second spotlight fell upon me. There were oohs and ahhs from the audience, and the complimentary audience fell silent in anticipation of my presentation. I stood up straight, startled by the jolt of illumination.

The voice returned. "It is infrequent that we have a golden collaring. How fitting is it that our hostess will take a slave who merits that honor. I draw you attention to the spotlight at the end of the runway. Standing in that light is the prize of this year’s stable. The slave will now present herself center-stage.”

Below and to my left there appeared a string quartet. The group of four women had been sitting in the dark and they too were now bathed in light. The women were young, clearly professional and they were also very naked. Two of the violinist wore glasses. All four had their hair pulled back and secured to the back of their heads. They wore silver collars. The bizarre quartet began a violin concerto by Haydn.

Intuitively I knew I must begin my long walk of humiliation toward the stage. My mind wrestled with my situation. I weighed my options.

Lady Julia said that she was bound to protect me and that I should not worry. No one here knows me. Certainly no one knows Scarlet Worthy. I can be meek and have them laugh as they would at Sibyl, or I could choose to be proud.

No, I will not slouch, I will not weep or whimper for their amusement. I am Scarlet Worthy, and I am strong. I will show them what proud and beautiful looks like. I am a princess.

I straightened my back. I braced my shoulders and arched my breasts. I raised my chin and began to walk the runway. I heard a small scattered applause. I stopped abruptly. I looked about at the audience. I smiled. I made a small bow of appreciation in the direction of the applause.

I remained still and I scanned the audience. I waited. Slowly the applause began again, and soon the entire audience was on their feet applauding. They craned their necks to see the seductive beautiful red headed girl who stood naked and proud on the runway above their seats.

I acknowledged the audience, smiled in appreciation, and continued toward the stage as the assembly quietly took their seats.

I reached the center of the stage. I was singularly bathed in a spotlight, before me a simple padded kneeler. The man’s voice came once again over the speaker. “Who presents herself to be collared?” The voice waited. I knew my lines. I knew my time was here and I was well practiced.

"My name is Scarlet Worthy. i am the personal slave to Lady Julia Sweeten-Roseau. i am her property. My body belongs to her. My single purpose is to service her in any way."