Games People Play

Morning came and as promised, I found myself at the Black Larl Inn for my lesson. I had left a note for Aiden as well as instructions for the slave to check on him often. As much as I hated leaving him, I couldn't help but be ... perhaps not excited, but very curious about my first lesson. Well, maybe a little excited. I moved up the steps and in the direction of his room, knuckles rapping on the heavy door. "It's me."

There was no answer for the longest time and just when I was about to turn to go, the door opened, ushering me in. There was a note on the table. ‘I will return shortly. Make yourself at home, but expect your to be naked when I come back.’ Too, there was a small wooden box.

"Naked, of course." I should have expected it and I knew it wouldn't do to disappoint him, especially on the very first day of my lesson. I think it’s hard for a woman once slave to deny a command. The clasps of garment were hastily undone, then shed completely and laid across the opposite end of the couch. Only now did I move back towards the table and pick up the small box, trying to guess what was inside. I found a set of long thin, deep green gloves that would end at my mid upper arm. I put them on, wondering how silly I looked, a naked woman wearing nothing but gloves. Games, I’m not sure I like them.

For several more ehns I had wandered about the room, looking and touching, trying to get a better hold on the man I had chosen to teach me. Sort have chosen, he had offered first. When I thought I had seen all I could see, I moved to the couch and laid down, sight turned up to the ceiling before eyes closed. It wasn't that I was tired; so much as I was trying to open myself to all the new possibilities that waited. And such realizations were vast.

"My my, my how beautiful you look sprawled out." He had seemed to come from no where, his hand taking mine. "Are you ready to begin?" Without waiting for my reply, he pulled me towards the window, a large window that faced the street. "We are going to play a game. A game of perception. If you are correct you will be rewarded.. and if your wrong.. you will be punished. Shall we continue?" I was pressed against the cold glass of the window, forced to look down.

"I understand. Please continue." Which would come first.. reward, or punishment. How apt a pupil would I be?

"Look down. How many people are in the street? Tell me what you’re thinking. Tell me what you see."

"I see people doing their daily tasks, some selling, some buying. But I do not see them enjoying it. There, the lady selling bread. She frowns far too much for a baker, and she's too thin, which tells me her wares might not be all that well made. All in all they seem an unhappy lot. What is it you see?"

"What I see is the baker.. she is young and frail.. her skin an odd shade. I would agree with her lack of skill. She has too, a notice on her door that she has not seen yet from the bank. They’ll undoubtedly be taking her shoppe." He turned me around to face him. "What is it that you can do for her?"

"Do for her? I don't believe I could do anything for her. I can not offer hope where there is none, for that would be lying."

"And why is lying so bad? There is nothing wrong with lies, it is the intention upon which you lie."

"Because lying defeats the purpose of the truth in my cards." Simple enough for me, I'd never been one for telling people things that weren't true. "You think I should lie to people? What

would that accomplish?"

"Your cards hurt people as much as they help. So it is better for you be honest and cause harm? And you call me cruel."

"If I'm honest, then they can perhaps change their future for the better. If I lie, I would be taking that possible change away from them."

"Yes but what if you tell that woman ... that poor dear something poor in her cards. You would watch her give up hope. Fall to darkness.

"I always make it a point to tell people that the future I see is a future only possible if they continue to walk the same path they do now, that they hold the key of change in their hand, they simply have to find the right lock to change their destinies."

He was touching me, confusing me, oh why did he have to touch me! "You're afraid aren't you? When I am finished with you, I will show you what happens when you always tell the truth." He leaned over me and kissed down my back.

There was an instant of terror when I thought I was doomed, instinct pushing me to wiggled away. But I hadn't gotten far, not far at all when the first flash hit her. "You raped her." Quiet were the words, again recognizing my precarious position. "Yes, you frighten me, but you've always known that. You've known that as much as I've known that you can be cruel when you wish it, as well as tender. But you will not rape me, for then I would be of little good to you. You'll not take what you cannot replace until you are done with me. I'm worth much more to you with my virginity in tack then as just a another slut in your bed." Or at least I hoped. Bold words for a woman on all fours with man behind her. What was wrong with me! I shouldn't even be here! But neither could I leave.

"Get dressed before you become more like her than you wanted to be. We are going to talk to your little baker friend." I did dress, and quickly.

"Why are we going to see her? Do you really think I can help her, or are you hoping to see her fall?"

"We are. And I know what's going to happen and as surely as if I have your gift. She is going to hear your cards tell her of her fate. She's going to cry. You’re going to tell her that she can change it ... but she's not going to believe you. She'll be dead by morning. It's part of your lesson. I want you to see just how much you can affect one person. How your actions can sway."

"Then why go at all? Why put her through that? Why not just simply allow her to continue on, oblivious to what awaits her." I already knew the answer, or at least suspected his motives. He wanted to prove himself right, and if the cost was a woman's life, so be it. Why would he care? I, however, didn't possess the inclination to intentionally harm. "You are cruel, perhaps the cruelest man I know. I do not wish to have the woman's death on my conscious. So you shall win. I will.. lie to her." Such trouble I had in the words I had just spewed.

"Because this isn't about her, this is about you. About what you will need to know. And yes.. though it will cost the life of a woman it may save the lives of many like her. It will give you and understanding beyond those cards. How many of those that you have read for ...are dead now? Did you really think everyone can stomach the things that you say to them? And just because you do not know they died doesn’t absolve you of guilt. And if it does.. it surely makes you the cruelest woman I know...perhaps you should just spread your thighs to me and we can spend the day making cruel babes." I wasn’t really sure if he was kidding or not.

My thoughts turned to Red. The woman I had known as a slave, one of the only two slaves I had ever read for, dead, just as I had foretold, by way of betrayal. It had been from that moment forward that I had promised myself I would never read for another slave, ever. "Perhaps those that I have read for in the past have turned their lives around. How can you be so sure any have died?" Knees weakened as he leaned in and licked my throat, the sensation of tongue making me shiver, not with revulsion, but with need, even though I wasn't sure what it was I needed. "I told you, you win. I will lie to the woman if you take me down there. I shall not be an accomplice to her death." At least not knowingly.

"Because I know people. I know people and how they break and what it takes. I know that you hold more power than you should with as little control as you have over yourself. No. I do not want you to lie her. You will prove me wrong.. you prove me that I do not know. Let’s go.. Let's go my dear.."

Maybe he was right, perhaps I should just let him take me, then I would never have to worry about reading for anyone ever again. "Girls. It's a part of the curse, I can only have girls. The first child would be the one to receive the.. gift." But whether it was a gift now was highly debatable. "And as such, I shall never have children." I was speaking of his causal comment about making babes.

"No.. you won't. I bet you'll have a boy.. fill this cunt of yours. It's growing late. Do you to go back to your boy?"

Sweet kings, why had I agreed to do this? I was even now, in such a short time, ready to give into him. "So I don’t have to read for the baker?" I exhaled a deep breath and nodded. "If my lessons are over I am ready to go back." I had turned to go.

"No not... just yet." He grabbed me by the hair and leaned me face down into the couch. "What have you learned today?" He tossed my robes upwards and unlaced his leathers, kicking my legs widely apart.

"No!" I tried to shift further forward and get away from him, even as much as I wanted him. Crass man! Fingers dug into the furs, furs that wrinkled in my hand as I clung to them. He wouldn't, I was sure of it, and I only hoped I was right. But oh, at that very moment, how she wanted to be wrong.

"Close your eyes.. close your eyes and see her. See what I did to her." If only he would stop touching me.

My eyes closed, the image of a blond woman trying to crawl away from him. Her eyes were dazed, her fear tasted, even though she hadn't screamed. "You enjoyed her. You thought you were going to have her again. She despised you, I can feel her hatred, her fear. You were not careful with her, you hurt her." Fingers cut even deeper into the furs, sweat beaded in small glimmering droplets, and just when I felt the over powering escape of repletion, I realized who it was. And just that quick it was gone, the vision erased, as I fell into the vast knowing of what a true orgasm was. Initiation complete.

"You want me to don't you.. You want me to take you." It was whispered in the shell of my ear. "I could take you right now. Fuck you hard.. Make your legs shake." Even though he had stepped back away from me, I found I could not move.

"Well that was worth letting you go back to the boy. Clean up and go home to Aiden. I will see you tonight."

"Tonight? But I thought we were done for the day, what happens tonight?" I could still feel the pulse between my legs, the throbbing aftershock that still was sending small little vibrations through my body.

He kissed me. It was not the chaste kiss of innocence that Aiden had offered me. Where Aiden's kisses were tender and unsure, Castors were hard and demanding, forcing me to respond. He filled my mouth with his tongue, kissing me in a manner that not only claimed me, possessed me, but branded my lips in a way that no other man ever would.

Aiden, my sweet Aiden. He could never know, nor could he suspect. I left the room of one man, to return to another. What have I become.