Mistress of Gor by kajirus

kajirus

Mistress Of GOR

INSPECTION:

It is early summer, hot, steamy. A light, intermittent, sea breeze was just beginning to rise and cool the upper terraces of the estate, from which Felicity had chosen to conduct her affairs on Gor.

As always when entering the courtyard, a small part of Felicity’s mind noted whether or not the time of day she was visiting the courtyard fitted into any pattern an assassin could take advantage of. As usual, she let the thought bother only as much as she knew it should.

Felicity lazily crossed the courtyard, the silk tassel of her robes brushing the front of her thighs. The sunlight on her tawny shoulders and the cool of the breeze drugged with scent of blossoms lulled Felicity into the spell of the setting


Stepping from under the shaded veranda into the intense heat,
Felicity’s silk robes of concealment rustle quietly between steps, her exquisite embroidered slippers drowning out the silks rustle, clacking loudly as if she wore hob nailed boots, on the carved steps, signalling her arrival to those whom awaited her presence. Privately she dared some of her long suffering kajiri to break position; though she gave no indication that she was waiting for such an event.

Following Felicity, heeling close behind, towering over her, another kajirus, a gelding, struggled to keep up, shading his mistress from the midday rays of the Gorean sun. His ankles confined in close chains, only permitting him small steps; he made a humorous sight as he tried to keep up with Felicity. His nude body was completely hairless, which helped display an impressive manhood, imprisoned within a tight
restraint. Despite the size of his manhood, his looks were enough, for the causal observer, to know he was not a silk slave of the woman he followed, merely a draft kajirus suitable to be utilised for household duties only.

Casually, taking small steps as befits a free woman, Felicity made her way towards her current livestock. Pleased to see that not one of the waiting male slaves looked up, despite their long wait for her under the morning sun, Felicity smiled, approaching them slowly, still taking her time in the midday sun, enjoying its warm radiance.

It looked like the Panther girls had transformed another group of hopelessly unsuspecting men to their usual standards of perfection. Felicity knew from experience free men to be totally accepting of the principle of slave girls, yet conversely just as totally stunned when suddenly enslaved themselves in accepting what a woman would require of them. Running a business, Felicity did not have the time for an
individual new male slave to come to terms with his substantially changed position in life. Felicity found the Panther girls ideal in breaking men in to their slavery quickly, without consideration for any shock to the system it might cause the unfortunate males.

Through her experiences as a slave trader, Felicity knew enslavement had several profound effects on men previously free, both physically and mentally. On a physical level, for the first time in their lives, male slaves had to come to terms with enforced and mostly continuous nudity and restraining chains. Not something that was easy for anyone to accept and come to terms with, but men seemed to find it, or make it, a harder transition for themselves, perhaps due to their upbringing and cultural acceptances of male dominance.

Whatever the reason, Felicity enjoyed changing such male pre-
conceptions through a serious of hard hitting actualities. Discovering it was they who were now subject to subservient positions, that their bodies were subject to intimate examinations by women, that their thighs were branded, that it was their precious manhood’s that were circumcised, pierced and ringed, and that their sexuality was
restrained and controlled; all became part and parcel of every
kajirus’s demeanour towards his superiors; free women and even kajiria, for the benefit of his future owners.

Unsure whether free men were not hit harder by the mental effects of slavery, despite the physical side of things, because Felicity knew for Gorean males, especially ones who had been of the warriors, death was favourable to slavery, for death provided an honour able exit. Finding themselves reduced legally in the eyes of the law as something that appears on a balance sheet under livestock, reduced many men to tears, but not as much as the discovery of what a true free women really wanted and could demand from him. Felicity knew the combination of slave heat, frustration, constant torment and teasing that mistresses put male slaves through were the real killers, and ultimately what really broke a free man.

Thus, Felicity found the Panther girls combined uncompromising iron will and raw sensuality to be exactly the tool required in breaking in her new kajiri. Wearing revealing animal skins, much of their tanned, fit bodies were exposed, as the skin wraps around their waist and nether regions, with a knot on the side to hold it in place. Some wore light sandals or moccasins, but just as many went barefoot. The only jewellery worn, were delicate threads of tiny shells about most girls’ ankles. Panther girls were sexual and sensual in nature and were afraid to hide nothing of their bodies as most Gorean Free Women did. Along with any weapons they choose to wear, Panther girls presented each class of Felicity’s nude male slaves a daunting and conflicting image.

Unused to such women, yet fully aware of the Panther girl myth, male slaves became confused about how their impassioned responses. It was in their nature to respond both on a physical and mental level to such open female sensuality, however the kajiri found their lust not only restrained and reprimanded via the manhood collars each of them now wore, but they also that their assumptions of welcome sexual advances were ungrounded.

The nature of the Panther girls helped the new kajiri to quickly understand the right of women to dress and act as they please before their slaves. So, by the time the Panther girls finally did require or approach the male slaves on a sexual basis within their slave training, each kajirus would be in a state of general confusion and inner
turmoil, uncertain of themselves and their bodies’ responses.

Unfamiliar feelings of inner turmoil, as misery and wanting clashed within, made for a perfect forum for the commencement of the sexual aspects of male slave training. It made for a consummate background for teaching men that it was their tongues and lips that were of far more use to please a woman, than their manhoods; and until they had
perfected these oral skills, they could not hope to be rewarded.

Felicity had utilised the skills of the Panther girls in training men to give pleasure to women ever since she had formed the House of Felicity. Through mutual respect, Felicity had negotiated an
unprecedented agreement with a large band of panther girls from the Northern Forests. In return for all the equipment they required and a substantial percentage of the each sale, the panther girls, on a rota system, left their villages in the forests to come and train her captures to be delightful kajirus, and helped protect her and her holdings from any men seeking chain luck.

Panther girls made ideal slave trainers, not only did they terrify the male slaves with their wild ways and uncompromising demands, they also stirred their loins. Strikingly dressed in their furs, weapons fixed in their belts, the panther girls were unashamed of revealing their supple bodies before the kajiri. It was said my men on Gor that, ‘Panther girls made delightful slaves.’ well, Felicity couldn’t agree more, as the kajiri these Panther girls trained were in high demand by free women all across Gor.

Today was passing out day for the latest batch of kajiri after the long months of their slave training. It was a big day, if not monumental day, in the lives of the men Felicity approached; second only to the day they lost their freedom and became kajiri, legal chattel. Today was the day, the decision of whether they would be put up for auction by the widely esteemed House of Felicity, or whether they would be chosen by Felicity herself to remain within the estate, for her own pleasure and for that of visitors and guests.

Felicity enjoyed these passing out days, as she called them. It always reminded her of home, when all the fresh college students past out from college, eager to start the rest of their lives. Wistfully, Felicity smiled recalling her own innocence when she had past out. It seemed a life time ago, but in reality was a little more than five Earth years. How time flies when you are having fun!

Drawing closer, Felicity noticed the hired panther girls rushing around, making final adjustments to the waiting males slaves. On an intellectual basis, Felicity often tried to put herself in the place of the kajiri as they awaited her decision on their fate. Every time her imagination chilled her to the bone at they very thought of the tables being turned on her by a man. She liked it just the way it was, with men, kneeling naked awaiting her whim.

Felicity noted the two rows of slaves, were lined up with the precision of an army regiment. Even from a distant, as she dawdled towards them, Felicity could see the sun glinting off the moisture on their
perspiring bodies and their metal collars. They had been awaiting her pleasure most of the morning, so the slaves would be sweating profusely under the bright midday sun, as they knelt in the spacious courtyard area.

Having already kept this batch of fresh kajiri waiting for some time, Felicity showed no inclination of hurrying up to make up for it. She had taken her time deciding what to wear after her breakfast; even with the aid of kajiri, nude as the day they were born running around helping with her garments. Despite her eagerness to inspect the newly trained male slaves, Felicity always wanted to create the right
impression. Their fate was in her hands, and whatever she decided, she wanted each and every kajirus to hold her vision in their memories for the rest of his days. Despite being brought up on Earth, and only having been on Gor for a relatively short time, she was acutely aware of the impression a free woman must make upon the men about her, both free and slave.

As far as Felicity was concerned, dressing to tantalise and fascinate was the name of the game when it came to men, but especially male slaves. Desperate with their needs, kajiri simply did not realise how much they played themselves into the hands of their mistress’s as they strive to be found pleasing enough to be rewarded with relief. Felicity did not hold much faith in the traditional robes of concealment
prescribed to Gorean free women, she found them tiresome and
unattractive, and subsequently only wore them to suit her own needs. After changing her mind several times, Felicity had finally picked a light, patterned house veil, the second outermost veil worn by free women on Gor; worn over an even softer pride veil made from the richest silks, the loose robes covered her head to toe. All her face, except for her almond-shaped emerald eyes, was hidden, as it was not for a kajirus to look upon the face of their mistress.
For her own amusement, knowing the kajirus would all have their eyes downcast in respect to the her and the Panther girls, Felicity had purposely worn a pair of expensive, jewel encrusted heeled silk
embroidered slippers. Open toed, the slippers would allow each male to view her scarlet lacquered toenails, a tantalising glimpse of the beautiful, soft femininity of their mistress. Usually only the remit of kajira, Felicity enjoyed wearing a variety of exotic shades of varnish upon her toenails; she had painted her toenails in her previous life on Earth, and saw no reason why she shouldn’t now.
Felicity found lacquered toenails pretty and knew they mesmerised and entranced male slaves, who in their disconcerting state of sexual frustration and desire, would create a reverential relationship to the one part of their mistress’s body they saw and got to experience and worship on a regular basis. Besides, Felicity often found herself telling other free women, there was nothing more delightful than having a cuffed, nude kajirus on his knees, hot under the collar, his slave heat barely in check, either painting her toenails or sucking the varnish from them.
Alas, little did the poor kajirus awaiting her inspection know their fates would be determined by their responses to her little game. A small distraction, she indulged herself with, to make slave inspection more entertaining.
All the nude men displayed before her were freshly trained kajirus, mostly men that had served the Kurri, men that she in her service to the priest kings, had discovered, tricked and subsequently taken out of the equation as possible threats to Gor. Rare in her position, that of a free woman, serving the priest kings, Felicity, known generally as Lady Felicity of Cos was quite aware of the commotion her triumphs had caused. To the extent, that several Gorean men had ventured out
boastfully to enslave the Lady Felicity of Cos. Those that had survived the attempt most recently, now knelt in the hot sands of the courtyard, their knees widely spread, awaiting her inspection and pronouncement over their destinies.

On recovering from the shock that Gor existed, Felicity had adapted well and flourished in her training with the priest kings. Now, semi- retired she was able to enjoy the fruits of her labours. Occasionally she would be called upon to fight the fight against the on going Kurri invasion threat, but generally she was allowed to live peacefully on her large estate, trading on a relatively small scale in training male silk slaves, situated within a few days of the great Northern Forests.

Pausing near the first of the waiting kajirus, shielding her eyes with her palm, Felicity looked up and down the long line, admiring the long line of men, whose fate was in her hands. Such sights, Felicity
reflected, made her annoyed about her tame and sterile life, the wasted years she’d previously led on Earth. How different a person, a better woman she was now, and it was all down to Gor.

Felicity took Gor for what it was, a vital, exciting environment that thrilled her to her very core. Often harsh and barbaric, perhaps similar to certain periods in Earth’s history, Felicity had viewed Gor open eyed accepting it and it’s people for what they were. Even the constant threat of possible enslavement was exciting, not that she ever intended being subservient to any man. On the contrary, Felicity had soon discovered that she enjoyed and delighted in breaking men into slavery, in no time she found herself delighting in the pleasures of a number of silk slaves. So much so, that when her thoughts did return to her previous life on Earth, she was sometimes shocked by how much of a different person she was now.

Turning her attentions back to the present, Felicity, smiled, pleased with the selection of males before her. Most races and creeds of man were represented before her, different shapes, sizes and age of man, their one unifying characteristic being their overall good looks.

Today Felicity picked the kajiri she would keep, those she would sell on, and so on. She had financed the training of each of this latest batch of males; intense training that would give them skills to carry them through the demands and challenges their new life would bring. Despite having coming from Earth, or perhaps because of, Felicity prided herself on selling merchandise that was fully suitable to carry out any task an owner would require, so under strict tutelage each kajirus had been trained by the panther girls, as a kettle slave to a pack slave to a silk slave. It was something that meant the versatile silk slaves trained by the house of Lady Felicity of Cos, were in high demand.
Waiting for Tabitha, leader of the band of panther girls and chief slave trainer, to come over, Felicity studied the kajirus kneeling closest. Like each and every one of them, the kajirus was nude;
Felicity didn’t often permit kajiri clothing, especially newly enslaved ones. She had discovered to her endless amusement, male slave nudity before women, even kajira, was a valuable tool in surpressing a
kajirus. He was a large man, fair skinned, with a deep all over tan. He knelt as the others, in the nadu position, the basic position of a slave, offering total obedience.

In nadu position the male is kneeling, knees widely spread, displaying himself for his mistress’s pleasure, back straight, hands on thighs and palms up. The kajirus keeps his chin up but eyes are always downcast. His genitals are exposed, often imprisoned in a manhood restraint ring, and ready for inspection, collaring or punishment. The nadu position is ideal as a multi-purpose position for male slaves, for serving,
training, inspection, demonstration, amusement or whatever reasons desired. It also allows a mistress to take the slave’s collar and hold him in place as she uses her crop, whip or other disciplinary devices.

However, this kajirus’s manhood was obscured by his thigh, but Felicity was not disappointed, she would be able to view it soon enough. Whether it was impressive or not she knew at least two things about his
manhood, in fact she knew at least two things about all the kajiri kneeling in the courtyard. Two little things that made Felicity quite proud, because as far as she was aware, she had introduced them to Gor. Introductions that had spread like wildfire, capturing imaginations, amongst those free women owning kajiri, firstly amongst the silk slaves, then as the trend developed to all kajiri.

Now thanks solely to Felicity, when any man was enslaved, not only was he branded on his thigh, he also found his manhood circumcised and pierced with a ring fitted through his manhood. How the general kajirus population of Gor felt about her introductions Felicity didn’t care to worry about. She did know from certain kajirus she had questioned on the matter, that both developments were generally felt by the
individuals concerned as deeply humiliating, not to say painful at the time. Otherwise, she had also heard various rumours that the general free male population of Gor, were now far more fearful of falling into slavery. From free women she had spoken to, the response was always one of incredible delight and amusement.

“Tal Felicity,” Tabitha said, “Your kajiri are ready for your
inspection.”

“Tal Tabitha. Thank you, they look like a marvellous batch of
specimens,” She replied, “Would you please show me our catch.”

“Some needed more time than others, but nothing hard work and a quirt can’t handle.” Tabitha explained, guiding Felicity forward. The two woman were a stark contrast of female desirability, one scantily clad in animal furs, armed to the teeth, lithe and tanned. The other a deceivingly pampered free woman, her body concealed in rich silks.

Standing before the first kajirus kneeling in line, the one she had already briefly observed, Felicity noticed him tremble as he knew his inspection by his mistress was about to commence. Pleased already, as trembling before women, was a highly appropriate response for a
kajirus, Felicity asked, “Are they vital?”

“Oh yes,” Tabitha smiled wickedly. “We keep them surpressed in the pens as you know, their restraints only being removed for cleaning and your inspection this morning. They have been under strict supervision since their removal this morning.”

Tapping his head with her quirt, Felicity indicated that the kajirus should stand. He obeyed, his barefeet stirring a small amount of dust in the courtyard. Holding his body proudly, he stood erect before the two women, his eyes still lowered in humble respect to their womanhood.

Felicity nodded knowingly, not yet looking at the kajirus. Keeping a kajirus in need, especially those destined to serve as silk slaves, though a difficult matter, was the most important concern for
controlling and coaxing out the perfect slave within men. Keeping them frustrated in their slave heat, on the brink, letting them strive to be found pleasing, was the best way to break in and bring out their potential, to create a superb silk slave.

“Any accidents during their lessons?” Felicity asked.

“A few, “ Tabitha shrugged, “There’s always scope for mishaps during slave training, it is an intense time, their lust can be so profound that even during the changing of restraints it can occur.”

Felicity understood, knowing Tabitha to be one of the best women she had ever met in terms of training men to be slaves, and she trusted her and her judgement with her charges. Occasionally, of course, accidents happened, Felicity knew and accepted it as fact, for goodness sake, she’d caused a few little mishaps in her time; they were regrettable, if not amusing, but a fact of life when one was involved with
surpressed male slaves.

Of course there was no point in dangling a carrot if it was never achievable for the male slave, so relief would be awarded via a
suitably amusing or arduous medium, if only on an infrequent basis. As for males slaves there was no particular type of favoured kajirus to be, to get round it, either. Each different type of male slavery had its pro and cons when it came to the relieving of slave heat.

For example, work slaves, starved of female contact, let alone a mistress, had little pleasures other than their private thoughts of women; so much so that they were considered a grave danger by many, that they would be often be permitted a short time for relief during Kajuralia. Where as a kajirus serving in the public baths or silk slaves, regularly involved on an intimate basis with Mistresses, had their plight rubbed in their faces, their lust fuelled on a constant basis.

“Were they punished?”

“Oh yes,” Tabitha nodded in confirmation, “Both the kajiri concerned were gelded as a lesson to the others and put in a slave box in the kajira pens for a week. The girls had a great time teasing them whilst they healed.

Felicity smiled, amused that the males would have suffered terribly as the slave girls teased them with their bodies. The slave box was a small ventilated box, barely large enough to contain a kajira let a lone a sizeable kajirus, mostly used in the transport & delivery of slaves after their sale. The rest of them would have learnt quickly to fight their urges, and wait until a Mistress granted permission.”

Felicity nodded, not blinking an eyelid. In coming to terms with the Gorean environment, slavery and the gelding of male slaves had never really shocked her. Brought up on stories of Egyptian eunuchs serving in the harems, Felicity saw castration of kajiri as just another decision a mistress had to make with her property, on a par with choosing which nose ring or hair style a slave should wear.

“I take it, you don’t mean this one.” Felicity said tapping the
standing kajirus’s stomach with her quirt.

“No, I don’t,” Tabitha laughed. Nestling between the kajirus’s muscular thighs, hanging low but intact, were his plump balls. The slave ring he wore through his manhood glinted in the bright sunlight.

“Should I remember him?” Felicity asked, not recognising his face.

“He worked for the Kurri as one of their agents in Ar.”

“No, I don not recall.” Felicity shook her head.

Briefly looking him over from head to toe, she stepped forward to view the next kajirus, saying “He doesn’t interest me anyway.” As she stepped past the kajirus, Felicity heard the ex-agent of Ar sigh in relief.

Turning back, she looked at him again, "That one," she said to Tabitha, pointing to him, as he stood naked and chained, at the head of the long line, "Sell him to a man!"

Tabitha, the shock of the sudden decision showing on her brow,
signalled to another panther girl to remove the kajirus from the line, his fate sealed.
“Lesha!” barked the panther warrior.
At this command, the kajirus swiftly placed his hands behind his back, ready for binding, and with his head back and chin to the left, ready to have a leash snapped onto his collar. Kneeling to replace his manhood restraint immediately, now that he no longer needed to be kept free from it, the panther girl then marked his chest with a marking stick, before securing him and leading him away.

Impressed with his obedience, Felicity complemented Tabitha, “You have trained them well Tabitha, another batch of fresh slave meat entering the market, trained to your impeccable standards.”

“Thank you,” Tabitha nodded, pleased with her employer and friend’s complement.

“Shall we proceed,” Felicity asked, “I think we have a lively one here.” Walking over to the next kajirus, Felicity grinned, indicating the kajirus’s stirring manhood.

“Your voice has such an effect on males!” Tabitha laughed, “Position, kajirus.”

With a swiftness defying his bulk, he rose, large barefeet widely spread, up on his toes, hands behind his head, providing them with full and easy access to the his naked body.

Reaching out, her sleeve running up her arm, revealing her delicately boned wrist, Tabitha momentarily fondled the kajirus. It was all that was needed. Free of their restraints, probably for the longest time in their slavery, Tabitha was experienced enough to know accidents could happen at this stage more than any other. With a lifetime of training men as slaves, she was fully aware of the telltale signs, when a male in slave heat was on the edge. Withdrawing her hand, she said, “I think he’s hot in more ways than one.”

“Indeed.” Felicity replied closely watching the kajirus’s manhood pulse before them. It was of only an average size for a kajirus, but his vitality would make up for that, he’d become hard as quickly as any kajirus she had seen.

“He would make a fine pet for an older lady,” Tabitha suggested.

“Yes, I think you’re probably right,” Felicity mused. Holding her chin, her emerald eyes sparkled in the daylight brightly, considering his fate, the kajirus’s hips rocked slightly, as if he was humping the air. “Make it so.”

Enjoying themselves, Felicity and Tabitha continued down the line of nude male slaves, inspecting most, ignoring some, magnificent in their authority. Of the ones Felicity did remember from her service for the priest kings, she lingered briefly only with the ones that interested her, revelling in her position of conqueror over them. Felicity
intended for her personal use to choose one who had served the Kurri against her and one that had tried their chain luck to enslave her. The chosen two would not be sold, but rather enter her household as new playthings. There was nothing she liked better than breaking in those men who had once been her enemies.

The revealing of her toes seemed to have the desired affect on most of the kajiri, as they stood up for inspection before herself and Tabitha, heads downcast towards her toes, many of their manhoods stirred without the need of Tabitha to even touch them. It was a good sign that they were ready to serve a mistress. Keeping male slaves surpressed was a delicate matter but a total necessity. Free women wanted the male slaves that served them to be striving to please them and ready at a flick of a finger; the only way to insure both was via the use of manhood restraints and long term denial of sexual relief. Kajirus who failed to respond without direct stimuli, Felicity deemed unworthy of offering up for sale as silk slaves, so they were designated to be sold later in different markets.

Felicity still hadn’t seen any kajiri that stirred her own loins, they were on to the second row of slaves, so she was beginning to be a little worried that she might not even find one that took her fancy, when it happened. For a moment after the kajirus had stood, spreading his barefeet widely, up on his toes, hands behind his head, she could not breathe.

She recognised his face, not from an encounter fighting the Kurri or from a secretive attempt to enslave her, but from Earth. Giddy with the astonishment, Felicity was glad of her all concealing robes and veil. Surely, she must be mistaken, she briefly looked his nude body up and down, but she knew that she could tell nothing from his body, for she had never seen him naked on Earth.

Walking around him for a full inspection, seeking something to confirm he was from Earth, Felicity noticed that as her inspection made him fully conscious of his status. It was an ideal position for male slaves, allowing women to review and inspect their kajiri. The slight arch in his back from his elevated toe position allowed better
inspection of his manhood and genitals and allowed for the attachment of manhood rings, restraints, and training devices. Noticing a mark on his upper for arm, similar to her own BCG mark, Felicity’s suspicions of his origins were confirmed.

Crouching down behind him Felicity took his foot in her hand and examined it from various angles. “My, my, what a pretty foot we have here!” she exclaimed in mock astonishment as she stroked his sole with one of her long fingernails. Standing on one foot, on tip toe, he struggle to maintain his balance as she tickled him. Pleased that he kept his feet, proving that he had been fully trained, Felicity’s mind worked overtime, running through numerous permutations of what her discovery of someone from her past on Earth meant.

Standing before the kajirus again, she wondered what to do, how he had come to be on Gor. “Is this kajirus from the slave planet?” She asked Tabitha.

“Yes, he was brought here by the Kurri, for what purpose is unknown. He was part of the large number of Kurri agents who surrendered to you in Cos.

Felicity was perplexed, here was a man from her past on Earth, someone she knew, someone she had unknowingly captured him, enslaving him, and now here he was, his fate in her hands. The easy thing was to simply sell him on, but their history from their old lives on Earth called for a far more interesting approach. Felicity knew she could not resist picking him. For here before her in all his natural glory, stood the one person who had come above her in class at college.

Here stood Steve Baker, now only a kajirus, her kajirus on Gor. Feeling hot and wet between her thighs, she knew what she had to do.

“Is everything all right Felicity? Do you want to take a break from the kajirus inspection? The day is a hot one.” Tabitha asked, concern in her face.

“I am fine,” she replied her voice croaking. Coughing, to clear her throat, Felicity gasped. The kajirus’ manhood had stirred whilst she had stood before him, had he been thinking lustfully about her toes? Felicity hoped so, it would certainly make his ownership interesting. Reading his training report, Felicity noted that indeed he did respond strongly at a woman’s feet.

Smiling wickedly, Felicity reached out, taking hold of his chin between finger and thumb. Between their bodies, droplets of sweat fell from the body of the kajirus, evaporating quickly in the dry dust of the
courtyard. Felicity pulled his head from one side to the other,
enjoying the fearful look on his face. Looking at him in a different light, as a sexual plaything rather than that of academic rival, Felicity noticed much more about Steve, things she had never seen before. Obviously his time as slave had allowed his muscles to develop through the exercise routines all the kajiri were put through each morning before their morning wash down and feed.

Her almond-shaped emerald eyes watched him intently, sparkling,
challenging him, as her exploring, hand moved across his chest, down past his belly to his groin. He moaned softly as she held his sacs, her finger tips exploring deeply, her forearm brushing the tip of his manhood. His knees nearly buckled by the time she took hold of the ring through his manhood, her nimble fingers moving the ring through him.

Annoyed at his lack of self control, Tabitha struck the back of his calves. “Stand steady kajirus.”

Emitting a small cry when struck, he rocked on his toes, finding himself held stead by Felicity as she held onto his manhood ring. Steadying himself, he briefly looked into Felicity’s eyes.

Being from Earth, Felicity, would have described the moment as
electric. She knew immediately that breaking him, would be the most delightful experience of her life on Gor, something that she doubted she would tire of. Regarding the ring she held, she saw a droplet of precum at the tip of his manhood, smiling in delight she released her grip before things got outer of hand.

Turning to Tabitha, she said, “Deliver this one to the household this afternoon. I have seen enough kajirus flesh for one day. Use your own judgement on the remainder. Thank you, so much Tabitha, once again you surpass yourselves. Each batch gets better and better. It does not seem possible, but you succeed every time.”

“Perhaps it is rather that the Kurri have an excellent choice in future male slave material!”

“Indeed, perfect toe lickers!” Felicity said laughing.

“Don’t you mean arse lickers?”

“Probably, but I doubt this lot cold find the arse on a big hairy Kurri!”

“You must keep five of the tarsks for yourself and the village.” Felicity added. Felicity rewarded those who succeeded in her employ richly.

“Yes Mistress Felicity, thank you indeed, you are too generous.” Tabitha replied, surprised at the sudden change in her employer and confident. Watching Felicity as she returned to her apartments,
comically followed by her nude kajirus, struggling to keep up with her in his close chains; Tabitha puzzled over her mysterious behaviour.

Turning to the kajirus, that she had known only as kajirus twentyfour, Tabitha regarded the kajirus closely, looking him up and down,
wondering what Felicity had seen that was so interesting. He was cute enough, vital enough and well developed enough but so were many of the other slaves that had been on display. Shrugging to herself, she said, “Nadu, kajirus.”

As he knelt at her feet, knees widely spread, Tabitha gave him a swift kick in the groin. The kajirus collapsed in pain, sobbing he curled up in a ball, dust from the courtyard sticking to the sweat of his body. Crouching before him, Tabitha retrieved his restraint and replaced it on his now shrunken and tender manhood. Patting him on the head, she said, not unkindly, “I’m not sure if the others should envy or pity you kajirus. Mistress Felicity is a strange one.”