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Femdom Fiction: On The Block, Part 9 - 6/2/2011 3:29:58 PM   
Wheldrake


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On The Block, Part 9

A fantasy of slavery by Wheldrake

The moment Relkada left for bed, I began to feel immensely tired.  After Lohni and I had cleaned ourselves to Valkni's satisfaction, she had us lie down on low couches so that she could rub some kind of thick, cool ointment onto the welts and bruises Relkada had left on our bodies.  Her touch was brisk and firm, but even so I nearly fell asleep under her ministrations.  I was dimly aware that Crell was pacing slowly up and down the room with folded arms, as if he could hardly wait to lock me up with the other male slaves and go upstairs to Relkada's bedroom.  It occurred to me that I would probably be no less impatient had I been in a similar position, difficult as that was to imagine at the moment.  I was so exhausted that I did not even mind the prospect of a narrow bed in the slave quarters, as long as I could have a good night's sleep.  

"Eager to be somewhere?" Clista asked with a huge grin.  Crell grimaced and opened his mouth to reply, but Valkni spoke first as she rubbed the ointment into my well-used buttocks.  

"You can go now if you like, Crell.  Clista and I are perfectly capable of securing them for the night."  

"Speak for yourself," Clista chuckled.  "I rather enjoy watching him stew like this."  

"I think she wanted me to take Areth myself," Crell admitted.  "She usually seems to want us men to oversee the male slave quarters."  

Clista sniffed.  "She's just afraid that I'd be too hard on the slave boys, or maybe that I'd have too much fun with them.  But by all means take Areth yourself.  Just make sure you chain him tightly."  

"Oh, I will," said Crell laconically.  "Can't be too careful with a new slave, especially one from the north."  

"I'll behave myself," I mumbled sleepily.  

"Of course you will," said Valkni brightly.  "You won't have any other choice.  Here, roll over so I can take care of your front."  

I obeyed, looking up at her with half-closed eyes.  She inspected my nakedness and gave a low whistle.  "Looks like Relkada outdid herself this evening.  She even scratched up your cock, did she?"  

I grinned despite myself.  "Actually, that was Lohni, as I remember."  

"In a manner of speaking," Lohni put in defensively from the other couch.  She had already been rubbed down with the ointment, and sounded almost as tired as I felt.  "Our lady put a spiked ring on him and then made me take it off, with my mouth I might add."  

"And you should have heard him squeal," Clista added.  "In fact, I'm a little surprised that you apparently didn't.  We aren't all that far from the palace."  

"Maybe if I'd been upstairs," said Valkni nonchalantly.  She was applying the ointment to my chest, but I knew she would have to touch my genitals sooner or later and I hoped that I would be able to keep myself from stiffening.  I had no desire to make my sexual desperation too obvious to my captors, particularly Clista.  "As it was," Valkni added, "I was down here shaving Aniella's head.  Relkada thought her audiences might enjoy a totally hairless slave girl."  

"Really?" Crell put in.  "Sometimes she gets a little too creative for her own good."  

"That's more or less what Aniella said," Valkni chuckled, "except that she didn't dare put it quite so bluntly.  And she cried when she saw herself in the mirror afterwards, poor thing."  

"To be fair, she cries about everything," Lohni remarked unexpectedly.  "She seems to think that women who don't are insufficiently sensitive."  

"Don't get too smug," Valkni warned as she rubbed ointment into my arms and shoulders.  "After all, you might be next."  

"My lady can groom me in whatever way she wishes," Lohni replied, seemingly unruffled.  

"Really?" Crell interjected.  "It wouldn't bother you to be shaved like Aniella?"  

Lohni laughed sleepily.  "At least you couldn't pull me around by the hair any more, Crell."  

"I'd find other things to pull," he assured her.  "Things that would definitely make you want your hair back."  

"Am I going to be shaved too?" I asked.  "Not my head, necessarily, but perhaps other parts."  

"Sooner or later, I expect," said Valkni in her offhand way.  I gasped and gritted my teeth as her strong hands massaged ointment into the marks that Relkada's serpent's tail had left on my thighs, making me sting and ache all at once.  "You're cooperating well enough that she'll probably have me do it sometime tomorrow, as part of the first stage of your training."  She reached up and tugged gently at my pubic hair.  "You'll look far nicer without all this mess, in my opinion."  

"What would she do if I wasn't cooperating?" I asked, slightly puzzled.  

"Beat you, starve you, and make you haul rocks like a draft horse until you begged to be allowed to train as a pleasure slave," said Clista with disconcerting enthusiasm.  "I've seen her do it to men before, and to one woman.  The woman was actually the most stubborn, as I recall, but even she only lasted three days."  

"Two days and thirteen hours," said Lohni wryly, and I stared at her in amazement.  

"Really? The woman was you?"  

"It took me a little while to reconcile myself to serving our lady," Lohni explained.  "Don't follow my example, Areth.  Do everything they tell you, and try to please her with all your might.  If you resist, they'll break you anyway, and they'll enjoy doing it."  

"Don't worry, I'm not resisting."  The thought of a beaten and bedraggled Lohni hauling rocks, perhaps under the watchful eye of Clista or even Relkada herself, made my cock rise to full erection before Valkni even touched it.  It took her a moment to notice, and although she smiled to herself she at least refrained from actually laughing at me.  She had finished with my legs, and I watched in mesmeric fascination as she put a dollop of the thick white ointment on her fingers and applied it to the shaft of my penis.  I moaned and squirmed despite myself, rising a little from the bench, and Crell instantly came over and slammed me back down with more force than seemed strictly necessary.  

"Stay down, Areth," he said curtly.  "We may be having a friendly conversation, but you still have to behave."  

Valkni smiled, as if she enjoyed the sight of my naked body stretched out helpless with Crell's strong hands pinning my shoulders to the bench.  "Why thank you, Crell," she said aloud.  "Areth, I can imagine what this must be like for you, but lie back and try to relax.  And keep those legs apart."  I did my best to obey, blushing in humiliation while Valkni rubbed ointment into my hard cock with her strong, smooth fingers.  Clista leaned over Crell's shoulder for a better view of the proceedings, and even Lohni propped herself up on an elbow to watch.  It seemed a little unfair that no one hurried over to pin her down in the way that Crell was pinning me.  

Valkni moved her hands to my balls, and I groaned and struggled uselessly against Crell's weight bearing down on me.  "Now you're just amusing yourself," I protested.  "Relkada didn't hurt me down there."  

"I believe in being thorough, Areth," Valkni said with a prim voice and a perfectly straight face.  Nevertheless, there was a twinkle in her eye as she applied the ointment to my scrotum, practically caressing it with her fingers.  

"I really would like to go up soon," said Crell mildly, and Valkni laughed and patted his shoulder with her free hand.  

"Of course you would," she acknowledged, releasing me and rising up to her full height.  "Just make sure you show Relkada a good time, because she deserves it for all the hard work she does to entertain the Suzerain and her other patrons."  

"I'll do my best," Crell grinned.  "On your feet, Areth.  Time for me to lock you up with the other slave men.  Maybe I'll be a little rough with you, but you can't imagine how gentle these hands are going to be when I touch Relkada later."  

"You have to remind me at every opportunity, don't you," I complained good-naturedly as I got to my feet, still sporting a full erection.  

"I don't have to, it just amuses me."  

"You and the rest of us," Clista put in.  "You obviously want to be fucked by Relkada so badly, Areth, and you're going to have to fall asleep chained in a room full of men while Crell experiences everything you've been dreaming about.  The best part is that I can understand why she'd want a strong, imposing slave handler in her bed instead of a skinny northern slave boy like you.  She'll never send for you at night unless she wants a toy she can just tie down and ride, so you'll always be the one crying yourself to sleep in the slave quarters while Crell and the other handlers have fun with Relkada.  Poor little slave."  She reached out and pinched my cheek.  "Isn't he adorably desperate?"  Crell and Valkni both laughed, and to my surprise Lohni joined in after a moment.  She was already on her feet, waiting for Clista to take her.  

"I'm sorry, Areth," Lohni explained, sounding sincerely contrite.  "But she's basically right, and to be honest there's something titillating and sort of delicious about seeing you in this position.  I could tell that you enjoyed thinking about how Relkada broke me in, so I suppose we're even."  

I took a deep breath.  "I couldn't help being aroused, but I also felt sympathy."  

"Oh, I feel sorry for you too.  If I could make things easier for you, I would.  But since I can't, I'm not going to feel too guilty about getting some pleasure out of your predicament, or about laughing at Aniella and her shaved head.  This is how we slaves usually react to each other's sufferings."  

"I think I understand," I said cautiously.  Crell was still holding my arm, but he and the women seemed content to let Lohni explain this to me before we went to bed.  

"You will," Lohni replied earnestly.  "The other slave men are all in exactly the same situation as you, if that helps.  Well, not Tarin, maybe, but definitely the others.  They all want our lady, and none of them can have her because she'd rather fuck men who are powerful enough to make other men obey."  

"Speaking of which," Crell cut in, apparently unable to restrain his impatience any longer.  He pulled me away from the others and marched me towards the door, practically swaggering.  Clista chuckled, took Lohni's arm, and followed.  

"We seem to be going," she remarked laconically.  

Valkni laughed.  "You'd better, before the man explodes.  Do enjoy yourself, Crell.  Good night, everyone.  Areth, sleep well, and welcome to Relkada's service.  It will only get worse from here."  She chuckled again and blew me an ironic kiss.  

Clista paused in the doorway and turned back towards Valkni.  "Areth and Lohni are going to be locked up for the night, and Crell will be with Relkada.  So where does that leave us?"  

"Needing company, I suppose," Valkni admitted.  "All right, come to my quarters after you've dealt with Lohni.  Do be quick, though.  I'll have morning baths to supervise, and dawn comes early."  

"Do I ever keep you waiting too long?" Clista asked archly, and pushed Lohni out into the hall after Crell and me.  I tried not to imagine Clista and Valkni together, Clista's firm, muscular body pressing into Valkni's softness, but it was a futile struggle.  My cock stayed as hard as ever as I walked through the chilly corridors of Relkada's manor with Crell's hand maintaining a firm grip on my arm.  Meanwhile Clista simply followed behind Lohni, occasionally giving her shoulder a gentle shove as if to remind her that she was under guard.  

They took us back up to the ground floor of the manor, and then up a very plain and narrow stairway of bare stone.  I could not escape the feeling that we had left the part of the manor designed for human comfort and were being escorted to our separate cells in some bleak, functional prison.  The stairway was just wide enough for two people to walk abreast, so Crell and I led the way with Clista and Lohni at our heels.  

At the top of the stairs was an arch that opened into a barren hall stretching in both directions.  Clista turned to us and grinned.  "Good night, Crell.  Tight chains for the boy, remember.  And make sure Relkada wakes up tomorrow with a smile on her face."  

Crell laughed.  "Likewise with Valkni.  Sleep well."  

"You may kiss good night if you like," Clista said crisply, glancing from me to Lohni and back again.  "After all, you're a matched pair now.  Lips closed, no other touching."  

Lohni and I looked at each other, then leaned forwards by mutual unspoken consent.  Her warm, soft lips pressed against mine for a moment, and then withdrew.  Clista immediately grabbed her arm and led her off down the corridor, not hurriedly but perhaps a little roughly.  Crell dragged me in the opposite direction somewhat more quickly, so that I practically had to stumble after him.  I looked over my shoulder and met Lohni's gaze for a moment before Clista marched her around a corner and out of sight.  

With Clista and Lohni gone I felt more nervous than ever.  Although I knew intellectually that Relkada and Clista and even Valkni could all be cruel, I still instinctively thought of women as a softening and civilising influence in a world that would otherwise be unbearably harsh and oppressive.  I also simply took pleasure in their company, even if I happened to be in their power.  Now I was being led into stark, masculine surroundings, where I would have to resign myself to the absence of the sparkling eyes and gentle voices of womenfolk.  During my time in Viyana's House I had grown used to being locked up with other male slaves and guarded by male handlers, but I still found the experience distasteful.  

Crell took me to a small anteroom, from which a heavy door of barred iron led into the male slave quarters.  Lounging in a corner was a man who fit my mental image of a slave hander far better than anyone else I had encountered in Ariskayne, a massive, pot-bellied brute with a gleaming bald head and a wide black moustache decorating a gruff, taciturn face.  He lurched to his feet and grinned at me, not with any particular kindness, as Crell pushed me into the room.  

"Another rooster for the coop, eh?" he asked Crell with a menacing grin.  His voice was low, and I assumed he wanted to avoid waking the captive men who slept behind the barred door.  

"Newly caught but already quite tame," Crell replied jauntily.  "He'll need to be chained, though."  

The bald handler grunted and looked my naked body up and down.  "Whatever it takes to keep the lad under control," he affirmed.  "I've already put some chains on the bed on the far left."  

"Much appreciated, Oric," Crell replied.  "That will save a little time."  

Oric's wide mouth curved into a knowing smile.  "Do you need to be somewhere, then?"  

"The usual place."  

"Thought as much.  Do you want me to take him from here?"  

I bit my lip apprehensively.  Crell was at least a known quantity, but on the other hand I was not about to plead with him to stay and put me in chains himself.  

"Much appreciated," Crell said after a moment, and pushed me gently towards Oric.  I expected Oric to grab my arm, but instead he grasped my shoulder and kneaded the muscle there with his strong fingers.  He dropped his hand to the left side of my chest, and squeezed hard enough to make me wince in pain.  

"Nice tender rooster indeed," Oric noted.  "In here, boy, you do what you're told and you speak when spoken to.  Understood?"  

"Yes," I acknowledged quietly.  
"Good.  I've got him, Crell, if you want to go.  Give her my regards."  

"With pleasure," said Crell warmly.  "Sleep well in your chains, Areth."  He smirked and turned his back, swaggering off down the hall, and I sighed heavily as Oric took my arm and unlocked the door that led into the male slave quarters.  

The door was almost silent on its hinges, but the clatter of the key in the lock had seemed terribly loud in the nocturnal stillness.  I felt like a disruptive intruder as Oric marched me through the door, then turned and carefully locked it behind us.  My eyes had hardly begun to adjust to the darkness, which was alleviated only by faint lamplight from the anteroom and a few thin lunar rays coming in through high barred windows, but I could see that there were a half-dozen or so beds laid out like the cots in a military barracks.  Four of them were occupied, the men sleeping under wool blankets with their feet towards the door and their heads next to the bare stone wall opposite.  Or at least, they had probably been sleeping when Crell led me into the guard room.  Now at least one of them was awake, and he was reclining on one elbow and watching with unblinking eyes as Oric took me over to the bed next to his.  

Oric pointed silently to a porcelain basin lying near the foot of my bed, and I understood immediately that the basin was supposed to serve as my chamber pot.  I was unsure if I was going to be able to last until morning, and I certainly had no intention of wetting the bed, so I deliberately turned my back to Oric and crouched low over the basin.  Even the splashing of my urine sounded loud enough to wake the dead.  Oric grabbed my arms, hauled me to my feet, and pushed me over to the bed and then down onto it.  His biceps were almost as thick as my thighs, and I was not really surprised that he apparently found it easier to manhandle me with his monstrous strength than to give me instructions.  I obligingly put my hands above my head and waited to be shackled, as I had done once or twice in Viyana's House when I had earned myself a night in restraints as a punishment.   Oric quickly buckled a soft leather cuff around each wrist, and I was grateful to be spared the cold firmness of steel.  

I lay stretched out on my back, completely bare and supremely vulnerable.  Oric smirked down at me, and I wondered if he was admiring my body or merely exulting in my helplessness.  He took up a blanket from the foot of the bed and drew it up to my chest, and I was glad to have my nakedness protected from the cool night breezes that whispered stealthily at the high, barred windows.  At the moment I felt too energised by the novelty of my situation to contemplate sleep, but I was sure that my eyes would fall shut soon enough once Oric left the room and gave me a chance to come to terms with the fact that I was chained for the night in a kind of dungeon for male pleasure slaves.  He squeezed my left bicep, as eloquent a way as any of welcoming me to my first night of captivity in Relkada's manor, and then turned away.  He unlocked the heavy steel door of our prison to let himself out, and then I saw his intimidating bulk silhouetted in the lamplight for a moment as he  closed the door again with a dull boom.  If any of the men had managed to remain asleep as Oric led me to my bed and put me in chains, they were definitely awake now.  

I lay still and closed my eyes.  As I had anticipated,  my emotional and physical exhaustion soon asserted themselves, and my thoughts began to blur like ink upon wet parchment.  I may have fallen asleep, but I came fully awake when I tried to roll onto my side and was brought up short by the cuffs around my wrists.  I sighed and settled onto my back again, then realised that the man in the bed next to mine was also awake.  I could see his eyes and teeth glinting in the moonlight as he grinned at my predicament.  I simply let my eyes fall closed, and returned to my fitful sleep only to wake again at the sound of one of my fellow captives urinating into a chamber pot.  

The night dragged on like that, periods of involuntary wakefulness alternating with short, shallow spells of oblivion.  At this rate I knew that I was going to be bleary and clumsy in the morning, which was the last thing I wanted on what Relkada had promised would be my first day of training.  I bit my lip in frustration, but sleeping properly under the circumstances was impossible.  The awkwardness of my restraints conspired with the lingering soreness of my body and the small noises of the night to keep me from drifting off for more than a few minutes at a time.  Once I awoke to see that Oric had come into our prison to inspect us, not that he bothered with more than a brief pause beside each bed.  Somewhat later, with the door securely locked and Oric out of sight on the other side, I woke again to find the man from the next bed leaning over me.  

Some time had clearly passed, because the moon was now shining directly in through the window.  I could see that my fellow slave was a little taller than me and very lean, with an angular face and a body that rippled with small, hard-looking bulges of muscle.  He was shaved completely smooth, apart from the dark hair on top of his head, and he was decorated with a metal collar around his neck and a metal belt that encircled his loins.  I looked at the belt in fascination, and saw that it seemed to be a male equivalent of the similar device that Lohni had been wearing when we had first met in the afternoon.  A gleaming tube enclosed his cock, so tightly that it seemed that it would dig in cruelly if he became aroused, and a kind of cage surrounded his scrotum.  There was a small, implacable lock just above the base of his penis, and it seemed like a safe bet that only Relkada and perhaps some of her handlers would have the key.  My fellow slave was clearly powerless to pleasure himself, or to take pleasure with a woman.  

I glanced from his face to the door and back again, equally nervous about his intentions and about the possibility that Oric might catch him next to my bed and decide to punish both of us.  Abruptly, he reached down and ruffled my hair, chuckling when I instinctively pulled away.  

"I'm Harjan," he said in a light whisper.  "Welcome to the slave quarters."  

"I'm Areth," I replied uncertainly.  "Should you be doing this?"  

"I know who you are," Harjan said dismissively, taking no notice of my question.  "We were told to expect a northerner."  He pulled my blanket down to the foot of the bed, ignoring my gasp of protest, and surveyed my naked body with what I thought was a combination of curiosity and disdain.  

"She'll have you shorn and belted soon enough," he predicted in that same almost girlish whisper.  "But in the meantime…"  He left the sentence unfinished, but he crouched beside the bed and grabbed my cock in one hand.  

"Please don't," I whispered urgently.  "You'll get us both into trouble."  

"Shut up."  He began to move his hand, caressing my shaft just as a woman might have.  I had never taken any sexual interest in other men, but the physical sensations were enough to make me stiffen and squirm involuntarily under the pressure of Harjan's fingers.  It had been so terribly long.  

He leaned close and tried to kiss me, but I turned my face to the wall so that his lips only brushed my cheek.  He laughed very softly and dropped his hand to my balls, squeezing them hard enough that I had to stifle an agonised moan.  Tears welled up in my eyes, more from the horrible unfairness of what was happening to me than from the pain itself.  Being tortured by Relkada and the handlers was one thing, but Harjan was just another slave boy.  He was not supposed to be touching me, let alone hurting me.  

"You and I will get along perfectly well, Areth," Harjan whispered in my ear, "as long as you remember which of us has served our lady faithfully for two years and which has just arrived this afternoon.  And tonight, you had better also remember that you are the one in chains."  I tried to close my legs over my balls, in order to protect them, but he simply drove his thumb hard into the soft and vulnerable place where my thigh met my torso.  I whimpered, but his other hand was over my mouth and I doubted that even our fellow slaves could possibly have heard me.  I almost wished that Oric would see us and interfere, but I did not quite have the courage to actually call for help.  

Harjan moved his hand away from my mouth and brought his face close to mine.  His triumphant smile turned my stomach, but I did not dare turn away.  He kissed me full on the lips, and then began to stroke my cock and balls and toy casually with my nipples.  

"Why are you doing this?" I whispered plaintively even as my cock swelled under his touch.  

Harjan shrugged.  "I don't know, really.  I'm not Tarin, after all.  I don't like men."  He held my cock in one hand and stroked my balls with the other, and I gasped and bucked and realised that I was leaking copiously.  "I suppose I'm doing it to put you in your place, you fucking northern animal."  

"Please stop, or I'm going to come."  

"Oh, dear.  She wouldn't like that."  

"I'll tell her you did it."  

He leaned close again.  "Will you, now?" he asked in a voice that now seemed distinctly menacing.  "It takes a little while to make a properly fitted belt, you know, especially for a boy.  You're going to be chained just like that tomorrow night, and the night after.  To say nothing of the night after that."  

"Please, I'm begging you."  

"I've been here for more than two years.  You just walked in the door."  

"Yes, I realise that."  

"Clista likes me.  I can get you beaten any time I want."  

"I'm sure you can.  Now will you please-"  

He laughed.  "Please what?"  

"Please stop fucking with me!" I whisper-wailed.  

"Certainly.  Sleep well, Areth."  He clamped his hand over my mouth and slapped my balls, so hard that I thought the sound of the blow might bring Oric and his stern authority down upon us.  After a moment Harjan released me, pulled up my blanket,  and returned to his own bed without a backward glance, and there was no sign that Oric had heard us.  Several minutes later I saw his massive silhouette loom up in the doorway, and then vanish again.  I was erect under my blanket with tears in my eyes, feeling more like a helpless slave than ever, but eventually I lapsed back into a fitful sleep.  

When next I awoke the harem door was open, and a woman was standing over me.  I blinked sleepily, wondering if she was real or if I was in the grip of some peculiar dream.  She was much shorter than Clista, and stocky rather than statuesque, but she was powerfully built and had an undefinable air of authority even in moonlight far dimmer than it had been when Harjan had assaulted me.  I had no doubt that she was one of Relkada's handlers.  

She put her finger to her lips, and I nodded to show I understood.  From that point on, things happened quickly.  She unfastened my shackles only to flip me onto my belly, with as much strength as I had anticipated, and she deftly tied my hands behind me with a piece of rope.  She jerked me to my feet and pointed wordlessly to the chamberpot at the foot of my bed.  I was not sure if I was being told to use it or merely asked if I needed to, but I squatted over it and allowed what little was in my bladder to trickle out.  The stocky handler nodded, took my arm in a grip just as forceful as Crell's or Clista's, and steered me through the open door and out into the anteroom.  I glanced at Harjan as we passed by, but his back was turned towards us and he seemed either asleep or oblivious.  

Oric was standing in the anteroom, and he grinned broadly and closed and locked the prison door.  "You're having an eventful first night, aren't you," he remarked, which made me wonder if he had seen Harjan with me and simply chosen not to interfere.  

"I seem to be coping well enough so far," I remarked with a touch of defiance, and this time Oric laughed aloud.  

"We'll see how you cope with what's in store for you next.  You'd better take him, Gianna, before she grows impatient."  

"Oh, she's already impatient," the stocky handler said wryly.  "Come, Areth."  Gianna's hair was tied back in a leather thong, but not tightly braided like Clista's, and abundantly streaked with grey.  In the lamplight I could see that her face was round and somewhat creased with age, and not at all unkind.  Nevertheless, there was  something in her expression that made me think it would be unwise to disobey, and I did not resist the firmness of her hand on my arm as she guided me back down the stairs that I had climbed with Lohni, Clista and Crell perhaps three or four hours ago.  I felt nervous, excited, and more than a little tired.  

"Gianna?" I asked tentatively.  "Where exactly are you taking me?"  

"Shut up, Areth," she said crisply, and slapped my buttock hard.

[Next part pretty soon for a change. Within the next couple of weeks, anyway. Promise.]
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RE: Femdom Fiction: On The Block, Part 9 - 6/2/2011 7:03:00 PM   
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Wheldrake, you are such a tease. I love the story and eagerly wait for your next installment.

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RE: Femdom Fiction: On The Block, Part 9 - 6/15/2011 7:14:22 AM   
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Now you've gone and tempted me. I really need to make time to go back and read all of the installments.

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RE: Femdom Fiction: On The Block, Part 9 - 6/17/2011 3:24:34 PM   
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What gives, Wheldrake??? Didn't you promise last time that our boy would get to have an orgasm in the next installment? I was on the edge of my seat as I neared the end, thinking I was about to read of the aforementioned climax. Then suddenly, Part 9 was over! You are quite the tease, damn you! I'm going to hold you to that "next couple of weeks" promise of yours, and if you don't come through I'll  ...   well, I'm not sure yet what I'll do, but I'll do something.

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RE: Femdom Fiction: On The Block, Part 9 - 6/18/2011 10:25:58 AM   
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Yes, really Wheldrake, you are being just TOO mean to Areth, jeez!!

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RE: Femdom Fiction: On The Block, Part 9 - 6/19/2011 1:07:19 PM   
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At this rate the next installment is going to have to feature avenging angels called Spy and Sexy Red who fight their way into Relkada's manor and demand that Areth be allowed to come forthwith. Actually, I'd hoped to have it written by now, and to have it include awe-inspiring moanings and ejaculations, but reality has intervened and I find myself stuck partway through the installment with poor Areth's semen still very much inside his ballsac. The difficulty is that I keep thinking I'm about to arrive at a climax (in every sense of the word) only to be distracted by some new will-o'-the-wisp of an idea, such as the degrading encounter with Harjan, that prolongs the narrative and intervenes cruelly between the hapless Areth and any possibility of release.

I aspire to finish the next installment shortly, and there have been no fresh will-o'-the-wisps so far. Humble apologies for the repeated delays, but the gods have been conspiring to keep me distracted with other matters. Anyone who hopes for a significant increase in my rate of producing erotic literature will have to try to persuade my girlfriend/owner to remove me from the mundane world and chain me to a desk in some oppressive dungeon with nothing to do but write.

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RE: Femdom Fiction: On The Block, Part 9 - 6/20/2011 9:41:15 AM   
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Even though I am a sub, I would be happy to be included in the story to help Areth out. Now, if you could add some hot Dom guy who would wisk me away to HIS private dungeon, then we are in business.

But don't mind me, it's your fabulous story!! :)

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RE: Femdom Fiction: On The Block, Part 9 - 6/20/2011 3:39:43 PM   
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At this rate the next installment is going to have to feature avenging angels called Spy and Sexy Red who fight their way into Relkada's manor and demand that Areth be allowed to come forthwith. Actually, I'd hoped to have it written by now, and to have it include awe-inspiring moanings and ejaculations, but reality has intervened and I find myself stuck partway through the installment with poor Areth's semen still very much inside his ballsac. The difficulty is that I keep thinking I'm about to arrive at a climax (in every sense of the word) only to be distracted by some new will-o'-the-wisp of an idea, such as the degrading encounter with Harjan, that prolongs the narrative and intervenes cruelly between the hapless Areth and any possibility of release.


This sounds like the attitude of a male sub who loses all interest in submission right after he climaxes. lol Really now, Wheldrake, do you think we're going to lose interest that easily? I for one promise to keep reading even after the money shot. It seems perfectly reasonable to me that Areth should be allowed one teeny tiny orgasm prior to being subjected to additional adventures. He's earned his orgasm  ...  and so have your readers. :: smirk::

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I aspire to finish the next installment shortly, and there have been no fresh will-o'-the-wisps so far. Humble apologies for the repeated delays, but the gods have been conspiring to keep me distracted with other matters. Anyone who hopes for a significant increase in my rate of producing erotic literature will have to try to persuade my girlfriend/owner to remove me from the mundane world and chain me to a desk in some oppressive dungeon with nothing to do but write.


What is your girlfriend/owner's email address? I'll do my best to persuade her that your completing the next installment is of the utmost urgency. A matter of national security, in fact.

Spy


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RE: Femdom Fiction: On The Block, Part 9 - 7/6/2011 1:22:19 PM   
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Alas, the girlfriend/owner has been too busy herself to provide much encouragement, let alone handle the logistics of chaining me to a desk. However, I seem to have managed to finish another part of the story on my own. Just give me a few minutes...

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