AI art by me. “Night, Sweet Slave.”

Sassa couldn’t help but let the tears silently fall as she dismounted.  Her whipping, plus a day’s ride in the saddle, left her in agony.  Sir had tried to teach her how to bounce on her toes a little more to keep the pressure off her ass.  It had helped a little bit.  She’d asked him why he cared.

He’d shrugged.  “I’d rather I was the cause of your tender backside than the saddle.”

At least, he was honest, she thought.  She realized she’d prefer it, too.  

Sir smiled when he saw Sassa begin to unsaddle the horses without him having to tell her.  She saw it and shrugged.  “I’m already sore, Sir.  I don’t want any more…for a while anyway.” She turned away before he could see her grin, but Sassa knew he was aware of it.

It was curious to her why Sir made the fire and did the cooking.  These were obvious slave chores, but he did them without hesitation.  She sighed and gave in to her nagging questions.  

“Why don’t you have me make the fire and cook, Sir?” She asked as she painfully approached the campsite.

He looked up and smirked at her discomfort.  “Turn.”

Sassa sighed and obeyed to show him her backside and back.  “Does it look as bad as it feels, Sir?”

“Doubtful.  You only have a dozen welts.  I wasn’t really trying to mark you up that much.” He commented.  “Turn back.”

She did so gratefully, but her eyebrows were up.  “Weren’t trying, Sir?”

“Not really.  It was your first real time with my belt.  Didn’t want to overdo it yet.  I could tell you’d submitted, and I didn’t need to go on.” He didn’t look at her as he casually talked about her surrender to his dominance.  “Right?”

She blew out a breath.  “Yes, Sir.” If he were being honest, then so would she.  “Will you ever use fists or kicks, Sir?” She asked in a low voice.

Now, he looked up in surprise.  “What?  No.  Gods, no.  There’s no need to when a good whipping, spanking, or switching does just as well, if not better.  Fists and kicking are for enemies, men, animals, not slave women.”

Sassa didn’t say anything.

“That’s what you’re used to, Sassa?” He asked.

She nodded, then remembered her words.  “Yes, Sir.  Even from my father.  My mother was more like what you do when I needed it.  My father didn’t need a reason…for anything.” She grimaced and let bad memories go by.

“Do you know how to cook?” He asked.

Was he trying to change the subject?  She had to answer, regardless.  “Yes, Sir.  I’m pretty good at it.  My biscuits aren’t as good as yours, but I’ve been watching how you do it.  I think I could make them now.”

“The reason I didn’t have you do the fire and cooking is that I didn’t trust you.  You have ever reason to want to hurt, poison, or kill me.  No one’s branded you yet, so if I were gone, you could make a break for freedom.” He explained.

Yet?  

“Is…Reina branded?” She asked in a shaky voice.

Sir nodded.  “Branded and collared.  No lock on it.  Fitted it to her throat myself.” He eyed Sassa.  “She begged me to do both.  Rey likes to feel owned and is proud to show it off.  She wants others to know she’s taken.”

Sassa could feel how wide her eyes were.  “She begged?”

He nodded.  “She did.  Took a while before I got her to truly beg and not just pretend to do it.”

Sassa couldn’t help herself.  “How?”

Sir smiled in a way that a man does when looking at a woman as a desired woman.  “I’ll show you tonight.”

A small whimper escaped her lips.  “Oh?”

Sir laughed.  “I’m happy to let you try the biscuits.  I’ll show you where the…”

“I saw where things are, Sir.  I can manage.” She told him.  Something in her wanted her to show him how he was making her feel.  It was a trembling, scary feeling inside of her, but she closed her eyes and went with it.

Sassa approached him, knelt before him, and bowed her head nearly to the ground.  “I beg to be allowed to serve you, Sir, both with food and…and with myself later, please, Sir?” She waited.

Sir made a low, grumbling hum of approval.  “Well done, Good Girl.  Well done, indeed.  Eyes.”

She understood and looked up at him.

“You look beautiful on your knees before me, Sassa.” He told her as his eyes blazed through her.

She shivered.  “Thank you, Sir.”

There was a strange change in the feeling of serving Sir when she’d chosen to do so.  Yes, she was his slave.  Yes, she had to obey, but she’d chosen to serve him, submit to him, and please him.  Damn, if she wasn’t smiling a little as she cooked.

Sir raved over her cooking.  Sassa didn’t think her biscuits were quite as good as his and asked what she should do better.  He’d told her not to cook them quite as long and let them cool longer.

Sassa didn’t have enough fingers and toes to count how often she’d been fucked or fucked as a slave, but this was the first time she felt a little nervous.  Sir had bedded down by the fire and was staring into the flames.  She’d felt the slight difference in how his eyes looked at her now and found she didn’t mind it at all.

Sir was a big man with broad shoulders and arms thicker than her thighs.  His face was weathered, and his nose had been broken more than once, but there was a ragged, savage beauty to him.  Gods, she thought. Am I turning into a simpering virgin?  He’s a man.  He has a cock.  She has a pussy.  It wasn’t complicated, but…it was.

“Sir, where did you brand Rey?” She softly asked.

“Out by the barn.” He answered.

Sassa giggled.  “No, Sir.  I meant on her body.”

Sir laughed now, too.  “Oh, well, shall I show you?” He eyed her and raised an eyebrow.

She was feeling bold and approached him very closely.

Slowly, he reached over and lifted the small scrap of leather hanging over her pussy.  Sassa reached around and untied the string, then let it fall to the ground.  

“Good girl.” He murmured.  “Come closer.”

She lowered to her knees right before his arms and face.  “Hold still and close your eyes.”

No one had asked her to close her eyes before.  She obeyed, and then she felt just how vulnerable she was at that moment.  There was a slight sound of movement, and she felt his warm, wet lips kiss her pelvis just to the right of her small patch of pubic hair.  

“Right there.” He murmured.  

Sassa bit her lower lip.  Tenderness was something she’d never thought she’d get to receive before.  This one simple act of his made her hotter than if he’d rubbed her clit with his thumb.  “Ohhh…umm…Sir?  Where…was it again, please?” She begged.

He laughed softly.  This time, his right hand came around to cup her left buttock and drew her even closer.  His kiss this time lingered, and the tip of his tongue traced a small circle around it.

Sassa moaned, and her arms came forward to his shoulders.  “Please, Master, please take me, fuck me, use me, please?” She whined and begged.

“Hmm…not yet.” His voice sounded very pleased with himself.  

Sir began to kiss the other side the same way and went back and forth.  He was slow, he was tender, and he began to suck a little on her skin, which drove her further insane.

“Ohhh, please, Sir?” She whimpered on the edge of tears.

“This is how I taught Rey to beg, Little Red.” He murmured.  “Do you want to know a secret?”

She groaned but nodded.  “Yes, please?”

“The more you beg, the harder you beg makes it so when and if I do take you?  It will make it all the more powerful when I do.” He told her.

“It will?” She breathed, and her mind raced at the possibility of it.

“Mmmhmm.” He kept torturing her…and she kept begging until tears did come and her body shook like a leaf.

“You want me?” He asked.

“Yes, please, please, please.” She couldn’t stop herself from repeating.

Gently, he moved her down and over his lap to straddle him.  Her eyes were still closed, so she only knew he was ready when she felt the hard tip of his cock at her entrance.  

“Lower yourself slowly onto me.  Slowly…too fast and you’ll go to sleep with nothing.” He warned her.

“Sir!” She pleaded but tried very hard to obey.  His cock began to spread her wider than she’d expected.  Deep moans and groans came from her throat as she sheathed his sword inside herself.

“Now back up but not off.” He commanded.

A sob choked her.  “Please, don’t make me, Sir?  Please?”

“Now.” His voice was steely.

She withdrew and sobbed again at leaving his side.

“Do you want tender or hard?” He asked.

Sassa didn’t even have to wonder about it.  “Hard, fuck me hard, Sir.  Please, please…please…” 

His hands went to her waist, and he thrust her down quickly.

She squealed as he filled her!  His hand smacked her ass.

“Ride, little Pony.  Ride.” He commanded.

She understood and began to gallop on his cock with her hips.  His other hand spanked her.

“Faster, little slut.” He growled.

She obeyed and felt waves of heat and passion begin to suffuse her whole body!  She was so primed that an orgasm was only a heartbeat away.

“You cum without permission, and I’ll show you a true whipping.” He growled in her ear.

“P-p-permission?” She stuttered.  She’d never had to beg permission to orgasm before in her life!  “Why, Sir?” 

This earned her a harder spank on each ass cheek.  “You’re mine.  You’re orgasms are mine.  You’re pussy and breasts are mine.  You don’t get to touch yourself without permission.  You beg to come or you don’t get to at all.” His voice was without mercy.

Sassa melted more than she already had.  She’d felt his dominance before, but this…this?  This was a whole new level.  Her body was no longer her own but his to command?  She was a slave, of course, that was true.  Her orgasms were his?  She needed one so badly.

“Please, please, Master, may I cum?” She begged.

He laughed.  “Not on the first try…no way.” His hands came up to pinch her nipples.

Sassa arched her back away from him and cried out.  The pain sent a jolt of pleasure to her core, and she became even more desperate.  “Please?” She drew out the word in almost a prayer and a sob.  “Ohh, Master.  Please?”

“Who do you belong to?” He asked.

“You.” She said without any doubt in her mind.

“Because you have to be?” He asked.

Philosophy?  Now?  She groaned.  “Not only that, Sir…I…I like belonging to you so far.  Please?”

It must have been enough because he told her she could, and she finally could let it go!  Sassa squealed and giggled and wept and writhed on Master’s cock as she came so very hard.

She collapsed in his arms, and the world was silent and distant for a moment.  There was only her heartbeat and his.  

Sir laid her down beside him and began to play with her.  His fingers knew how to do such evil and wonderful things to her.  She begged several more times.  She nearly passed out when he used his fingers in her pussy and his thumb below that in a place she’d never dreamed it could feel so good!

Panting afterwards, she looked up at him.  “Mmm…Sir?  Can…is it possible to…you know…down there…?” She mumbled in embarrassment.

“Fuck your ass?” He asked.

She felt her body flush with his boldness.  “Yes, Sir.”

“Oh, yes, but not yet.  You’re too tight there right now.  I’d rip your inside flesh, and bad things could happen.” He explained.

She frowned.  “Well…how do I…does someone…stretch that spot?”

Sir sat up and rummaged in his saddlebags a moment.  He pulled out a strange-looking object that had a soft point at one end, then widened like an egg shape, and tapered again to a round, flat surface.  He then began to explain how it worked.

“What?!” She exclaimed as she looked at it.  “This…in me?  There?”

He nodded and shrugged.  “It’s by your choice.  To force that would…be rape of another kind.  Don’t worry.  I’ll put it away.”  He did so, but his smirk said other things.

“What?” She asked.

His smirk turned into a wide grin.  His finger came to rest softly between her eyes.  “You’ve now seen it.  You’ve felt how it can be.  Your little slave mind is now chugging away with wondering about how a cock would feel as compared with a thumb.”

Damn him!  Gods damn him to the Seven Hells!! He was right.  Her brain couldn’t stop thinking about it, even if she tried, and she did.  A soft whimper of complaint came from her.  “That’s not fair, Sir.”

“You’re right.  It isn’t supposed to be fair.  I won’t mention it again, but I predict you will…perhaps sooner than you think.” He pulled her close.  “Now sleep, little red slut.”

His arms enveloped her, and she was so languid, warm, and very, very tired now.  She cuddled against him.  “Night, Master.” She whispered.

“Night, Sweet Slave.” He whispered back.