Maer 11 - A New Challenge
Maer's Master snaps his fingers and gestures a certain way. It means "get on your hands and knees; keep your knees apart." She obeys without pause.
"You've trained her well, Thane," says Lydia.
"Look at her pussy. It's already dripping in anticipation," scoffs Leona. She is right. It is.
Maer moans softtly as he gently runs his hands over her body. He's dragging it out, teasing her. "You love this," he says matter-of-factly. She does.
"Remember when we first met," he says lightly stroking her labia. "You wanted to go to the College of Wintehold? Become a real mage?" His finger circles her clilt, not touching it, not touching the piercing.
"Nnnnnmmmm...." Maer does remember, but it seems like it happened in another world. And she's a bit preoccupied right now.
"All that is gone. Here you are. Naked. Tied up. A slave. You love humiliation. You love pain. You love getting fucked." It is all true. "If you could ask one thing from me, slave, what would it be," he asks. He puts the tip of his penis against her labia minora, parting it ever so slightly.
"Fffgmmh! Pfsh!" (Fuck me! Please!)
She tries to push her hips back, to slide him inside of her, but he stops her. His hands are on her hips, firm.
"Heh! Is that it? Not to decide your own hairstyle? Not to stop Leona from picking on you? Not... to remove the bridle? But to fuck you?"
"Pfshmthrth! Ffffgmmh!" (Please Master! Fuck me!) She is pleading. The anticipation is driving her crazy.
"Nnnnggghhhhaaaaah," she almost screams as he thrusts deep. Feverishly she ruts, pursuing her own orgasm, not thinking of her Master. She knows he'll punish her for it later, but she can't help it.
"You know (unh) you're doing (unh) this (unh) to yourself (unh). If you want (unh) you can walk away (unh). Once you (unh) clear your (unh) debts (unh)." He punctuates his words with firm deep thrusts, slowly taking control of the rhythm from Maer. She recedes a bit from the edge, surrendering to her Master. She'll get there soon enough.
His hands dig into her hair, grabbing it by the roots. He pulls her head up and back sharply enough that it hurts. "Nnggh!" Maer manages to arch her back rather than move up from the floor, but only barely. She can feel the climax right there, ready to roll over her except he stopped thrusting.
"I asked you a question."
What did he ask her? Something about walking away? What's he talking about?
"Mmmfthmnnsvh," she tries (Master, I'm your slave). Drool runs down her chin. "Ffghm pfsh! Pfsh!" (Fuck me please! Please!)
One hand on her head keeps her back arched uncomfortably back (though his penis is pushing precisely on her g-spot in this position). The other hand reaches in front and grabs first one nipple piercing, then the other, pulling them painfully close and forward. He starts thrusting, slow and deep. The clit-piercing starts pulsing.
The deferred orgasm rolls over her. Intense. She is moaning. Screaming at the top of her lungs. Leaking. Quivering. A mess.
Afterwards he caresses her. He's more tender than he's been since... since before the collar. "It's amazing. Looking at you now... your skin. You still look innocent. I wouldn't be able to tell how widely you've been passed around if I didn't know." He wipes the drool from her chin.
She is still shaking a bit from the orgasm. When her Master decides she deserves it, the climaxes are so intense that she gets close to passing out. And it takes while to recover too.
Slowly Maer's Master unlocks her restraints. One by one he removes them. The gloves. The arm and leg cuffs. The corset (such a relief!). The gag (even more of a relief. Her poor jaws). She is nervous. What's happening? Why is he doing this?
"Do you know how much is on your tally, and how much you'd have to get out of your deals?"
Wide-eyed, she shakes her head. She's massaging her jaws. Did the gag change her bite?
"It's more than 30,000 septims. I don't think you'll be able to pay it back."
Still wide eyed, she nods. "No Master." Is he going to whip her? Sell her?
He puts his hand on her collar. He guides her to rest her head on his leg. He is sitting on a chair, she's resting on the floor like a dog. He strokes her hair, his other hand still on the collar. It feels cozy and lovely, but her mind is racing and she can feel cold sweat forming on her skin. Where is he going with this?
Maer's Master places the key into the lock of the collar. She holds her breath.
* click *
It is unlocked. It's still on, but unlocked.
"You put on this collar voluntarily. You're well trained now. You have no pride, and you obey without hesitation. And you love it. But you're not really my slave, legally speaking...."
A sharp intake of breath. She can't hold it any longer. But what is he saying?
"So here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to take off your collar and write up your debt. You are going to go to Winterhold and join the College. Or you'll do something else. It's your choice."
She's staring at him, in shock. Her eyes begin to water. He nose is watering too. She sniffs.
"You know what it's like to be my slave."
She nods.
"If I see you again I will take you to the jarl for your debt. If you can't pay, he will pass judgement. He will make you my slave legally. Permanently. Forever, unless I sell you. You're not worth even a fraction of the 30,000 you owe but I will say it satisfies me."
He smiles, "in fact, it will be a good deal for you given what you owe."
She has no idea what to say. He removes the collar and tells her to stand up.
"Collect your clothes. Then get out." He waves her off. "I've enjoyed having you around, Maer, and would be pleased to have you back. You know what awaits you."
"You'll be back. It's your nature." That's what Lydia has to say when Maer tells her she's leaving.
As for Leona, all she says is "good riddance. I can't wait to not have your stupid tits around."
It's weird to have clothes on. It's weird to not feel the piercing between her legs, or the ones in her nipples. Its strange to have nothing around her neck, or wrists, or ankles, or waist. She can feel her body responding to her thoughts about the restraints. Unbidden, images of humiliation and fucking bubble up in her mind. She's getting horny.
Should she turn right around and go back to her Master?
No... she should go to Winterhold College. He told her to, so she should go. What was it she wanted to do there? Right. To become a mage. But maybe he'd fuck her one last time before she leaves? Or maybe not.
She buys a ride to Winterhold. The coach driver says he thinks she looks familiar. Maer is pretty sure she sucked his cock once or twice, and serviced him in other ways once she wore the gag. But may he doesn't recognize her without all the gear and with her clothes on. Or maybe he's just being polite.
It is very very cold in Winterhold. Maer is glad she's not naked in the snow.
Excited she approaches the college, but she is refused. She doesn't have enough money to pay her tuition!
She sells pretty much everything she has, except the clothes off her back and a few key items. She's still a few coins short. Maer considers turning tricks to make up the difference, but something holds her back.
In the end she sells her boots. They have a minor enchantment on them, and that's enough to make up the difference. Luckily she still has her whore boots. When her Master first whored her out, she was given a working girl outfit including some boots. She never wore it, working the trade naked, but she kept the clothes. So now she doesn't have to be barefoot in the snow.
As she hustles to raise the last handful of septims to pay the entrance fee, Maer has reason to cast a few spells. She's still got what it takes, even if she's not powerful.
The problem is that using magic kicks her libido into overdrive. She gets to horny. And when she's horny, it makes it harder for her to concentrate on the spellcasting. And she still yearns for her Master. And for Lydia, and all the men she's fucked, and even for Leona.
In the end she takes care of it herself. Well, that and she finds a girl to have a quick tryst with. It gets the job done, but it's not the same. Without the humiliation, without being ordered about, without being mocked and slapped and whipped, it doesn't feel nearly as intense. But it does take the pressure off and allow her to concentrate, at least for a little while.
Maer pays the fee. She performs cunnilingus on the Elf mage tasked with judging her suitability. And with that, Maer is a student at the College of Winterhold.
She's not even sure she wants to be there, to be honest. She dreams of the house in Whiterun every night. She dreams of her time in Markath, of the times on the road, in the bandit camps, and in the mines and dungeons. She dreams of getting fucked and humiliated. She dreams of intense orgasms. She dreams at night, and most of the time during the day too.
But here she is, at the College.
What will the future hold?
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