From Chapter Two:

On the designated night, Merin closed up the files in her office, said good-bye to Nazir and the other legislators in her working group, and went home an hour early so she could have a long bath. Since she'd been sleeping with Kobi, she hadn't been to the Velderet seeking sex, and this felt like a special occasion. She scented her skin even though her partner, whoever he or she may be, wouldn't be able to smell it through the cybersex connection. She brushed out her curly damp locks and they framed her face. Her hair wasn't long enough to be able to pile up like the slave in the Kylaran propaganda clip, so she hoped that the outfit she had designed based on the clip would be enough of a hint to whoever she would connect with. It hadn't worked for Kobi, but then again, the slave in the clip had been a woman, and the first one in the educational drama had been a woman, too. As she walked from the domicile to the sex house, she wondered if that would make any difference. They said that before the Age of Equality men used to dominate women more often than the other way around, and she thought about the female caitan in the clip being penetrated from behind. Was that all because of anatomical differences? The thought amazed her. They had really been like animals back then. The evening was warm and the white moon rose like a big eye in the sky, watching to see what would happen.

When she arrived at the Velderet, she went first to the lounge where Kobi was tending the bar. She stood at the top of the large oval of a room and saw Kobi down at the circular bar in its center. Around the top wall were dim alcoves, and the sloping sides of the room were dotted with soft cushions and sitting pits, the perfect place to lounge after fulfillment of quota or while hoping to meet someone. She went down the stairs to the bar and slid into a seat at Kobi's elbow. He poured her some of the sweet wine he knew she liked.

"Ready?" He put the glass on a throwaway.

"I suppose," she said and took a sip. "Ah."

"It's too bad you didn't come in a little bit earlier. I could have introduced you to Mica."

When she looked blank, he made a motion toward the paper under her glass. She gave a little nod-the fellow who had been giving them the access codes for the clips and dramas.

"He just left," Kobi said. "Already done for the night, I think."

Merin pondered that. "I wonder how he does it?" Meets someone, she meant.

Kobi understood, but shrugged. "He doesn't seem to. He seems pretty dissatisfied with what he gets. And he doesn't usually cybersex."

Merin swirled the wine in her mouth. "Maybe if we get this to work, you can tell him about it, and we can return him the favor of the dramas."

Kobi nodded. "Good plan. Except that it hasn't worked yet."

Merin stood up. "Well, maybe it will."

***

Merin checked in to the cyber suite and adjusted the temperature. She preferred it warm for sex. With cybersex one could feel any temperature desired, but she liked the real feeling of damp sweat on naked skin. There wasn't anything else to do but put her clothes into the bin provided and sit down at the console. Just as Kobi had done, she entered her preferences into the system's questionnaire, trying to second-guess what someone who would be willing to play along with an inequality game would want so that the computer could unwittingly match them up. She wavered on whether to prefer a tall or short partner. Anatomical differences? Someone tall might seem appropriate, she thought, as the slave types in the dramas had always been cowering low, but growing up in Bellonian society, someone who was too tall might have been socialized to be timid to compensate for it. No Inequality in the Age of Equality. In the end she left that entry "no preference" and moved on to various sexual activities. Like Kobi she decided that being penetrated was more slavelike than being the penetrator, and she set preferences for male partners and concentrated on various other aspects. In the hierarchy of menus she also found a sub-category that Kobi hadn't, about prior and post-coital activities. She entered that she liked to give sensual massage but not receive it. That seemed like a possible proper slave activity, to get the knots out of one's master's back. As a final step, she fed the sketch of the Kylaran slave woman into the scanner and the computer clothed her cyber figure in it.

She put on the leads and sat on the bed to wait for a connection. Now she could feel the black stretch fabric pulling tight around her breasts but leaving them open to the air or the touch of eager hands.

A naked man materialized next to her, no computer pretense of the door opening, which she thought odd. Cybersex was supposed to simulate the real thing as much as possible, but maybe he was in his suite in this position already. It didn't really matter. She looked up at him.

He was thin, with dark hair that was neither very long nor very short, and had a scraggly sort of beard that would not grow in fully. "Hello," he said as he looked at her, his eyes following the curve of the tight outfit she wore with intense interest.

She inclined her head in greeting.

He hooked a finger under the edge of the garment and met her eyes. Merin felt a thrill run through her-he likes it, she thought. His finger continued along the edge of the fabric until he slid it across the smoothness of her skin, that one finger tracing a path across her exposed breasts, over one nipple and then the other. She held still, but a tiny sound of pleasure came out of her throat.

"The costume suits you," he breathed, his mouth close by her ear. He was pressing her back into the bed, inch by inch, until she lay under him.

But does he know what it is? she wondered. "I designed it from something I saw . . ."

He nodded. "I've seen it, too." And he put a finger to her lips as if they mustn't say any more about it. He reared up on his knees instead and traced the edges of her nipples with both hands. Around and around his fingers circled as Merin began to moan, then thrust her chest upward as he kept at it with the lightest of touches, never making firm contact on the nipples. Merin twisted under him a little as her skin craved a more direct touch, but he could easily pull his fingers back. He played with her that way for a long time, until she began to really thrash.

He held her by the chin to still her and make her look at him, then he shook his head. "Lie still," he whispered, "or I'll stop altogether."

Merin blinked. Had he just given her an order? Having never been ordered to do anything in her life, Merin wanted to be sure. Well, it wasn't an order, exactly, it was a choice, and she could choose to go along with it. Still, it fit with the game they were playing, didn't it? And yet it didn't feel like what they always said oppression would feel like . . . she lay as still as she could and the dark, thin, man lowered his tongue to her nipples. She moaned, awash in the delayed pleasure. I did what he said and now he's rewarding me, she thought. "Ooooh."

"I like you," he said, as he turned her until she was on all fours and his hands stroked her back and her buttocks. She had redesigned the bottom half of the costume so that her bottom was bare but some material still gripped her legs as a short skirt.

One hand slid over the bare curve of her ass and down to where the outer lips of her cunt were pressed between her legs. His fingers brushed lightly at the hot, loose flesh there.

Ah, Merin thought, he's going to tease me again.

He stroked her a few more times, then instructed the computer to remove the clothing from the scenario. The instant Merin was naked, he pushed her legs apart and forced her down flat on the bed, his one hand searching her cunt roughly now, pushing aside folds of labia and seeking the correct angle and position to plunge two fingers inside of her.

She gasped, the shock of the rough treatment making her go rigid. His fingers sank deep and began pumping. In her mind's eye she conjured the image of one of the Gerrish slave girls from the edu-drama. She thought of the fantasy Kobi had shared with her, about the master who had a strange sexual affliction that required him to have continuous sex. He's going to fuck me next whether I'm ready or not, she told herself. Of course, she was ready, more than ready. If she hadn't been, she could always disconnect from the program, anyway.

He pulled his fingers out of her and slicked his penis with the wetness. "Good to know you're ready to take what I'm going to give," he said.

Merin didn't want it to end. She wanted to stay in the fantasy as long as possible. "I am eager to please you in any fashion that you wish," she said, hoping that he would draw this out a bit more and not go for the quick finish.

"Very good," he whispered. "But there is only one thing I require of you, now." He pressed his wet penis between her buttocks and slid it there for a few moments before letting it slip downward toward her waiting hole. Ever since his fingers had left it, she felt empty, and wanted to be filled.

He spoke another few words to the computer and the room reoriented so that the bed platform was a bit higher off the floor. He pulled her by her thighs to the edge and stepped off. Holding her thighs, he hoisted her hips up until she was in an easily accessible position. He slipped into her.

"Ah," she whispered, as he began stroking in and out of her. With each thrust in, his flesh met hers with a slapping sound. He began to speed up, pulling her toward him faster while his hips worked, then slowing down again, leaving her thrusting herself backwards, trying to get him to go deeper.

"What would happen," he said in a soft voice, "if I stopped now? What would you do?"

Merin thought for a moment. "I'm not sure."

"Why not?"

"Because . . ." She was distracted for a moment while the stroking got faster again, but then regained her train of thought. "Because I'm not really sure what would be appropriate for this . . . "

"Role?" he offered.

"Yes-" She grunted as he began fucking her harder than before. "I mean, what, uh . . ." Her thought was lost again as his fingers slid around her waist and sought out her clit. After the long fucking, she began to come almost instantly, her back rippling with each wave of pleasure, throwing her head back and gasping as the orgasm passed through her.

After it subsided, he continued to saw at her clit, making her twitch and thrash. Her hands pushed weakly at his, but he refused to let up the pressure.

"Don't you like it when I touch you there?" he whispered.

"Not, not after . . ."

"Have you ever tried it?"

"It hurts . . ." she said, but even as she did, she was thinking about it. It wasn't pain, exactly, just uncomfortable. She'd always told her lovers to stop and they, of course, always had. But this was a new set of rules.

His fingers were massaging her clit and her whole cunt while his cock still slid in and out of her.

"I'll stop," he said "after you come again."

She nodded. "I'll try."

"Good."

She could already feel the second orgasm building, under the strange discomfort of having her clit touched when it was so sensitive. Eventually the pleasure grew greater than any other sensation and exploded through her again.

His fingers withdrew. And still he was fucking her. "Do you think you've had enough?"

Merin thought about Kobi's partner, the guy who'd kept asking, "Are you okay?" who hadn't caught on to the little game at all. But somehow when this man asked her if she'd had enough, it didn't sound out of place. It's a cue, she thought, another chance for me to play my role, whatever that is. "I'll only be finished when you've had your pleasure," she said.

He laughed. "You're good."

"So are you."

He was still chuckling a bit as he sped up again, then forced himself deep inside with four strong thrusts and grunted. "Ah," he said with satisfaction.

He slipped out and helped her to turn over, then lay down on the bed next to her. "You . . . seem like you've done this before."

Merin smirked a little. "I was going to say the same thing about you."

"Well-" he shrugged "-here or there. I wasn't sure what to say when I saw you wearing the . . . whatever that was. From the . . ." He skirted around mentioning the propaganda clip about the Kylaran love slave. "You know."

Merin pressed on. "But do you know others who . . . play roles like this?"

He shook his head. "I don't know how to contact them. I mean, it's always by chance."

"What if we could increase the chances?"

Curiosity and caution flickered across his face as he looked at her. "How?"

"Say we always connect to cybersex on the same day of the week, same hours. Anyone else we meet who might . . . you know . . . we encourage them to do the same."

He lay perfectly still. "I suppose it could help. And what night should we choose?"

She thought about her walk over to the Velderet, about the white moon rising. "What about every time the two moons are in juxtaposition?"

"Hmm, that'd be about every twenty-two days? It just might work."

Merin rolled over and rested her head on his chest. "Besides," she said "that way there's some chance that you and I will be paired up again."

"I'd like that very much," he said, as he stroked her hair. And he mouthed a word silently, the Kylaran word for slave: caitan.

From Chapter Three:

By the end of the week, Kobi had told a few dozen people about Rough and Vigorous night. If someone thought he was promoting some kind of crime involving dominance, he would likely lose his job and have to endure counseling, maybe even reconditioning, so he had to couch his language. Even with his ambiguous wording though, he felt sure that some of them had known exactly what he was talking about. Merin's right, he thought, we're not the only ones. There was only one problem with the night as scheduled, which was he had to work.

"It's going to be weeks before my schedule rotates," he complained to Merin one evening while they were watching the news. "You get all the fun."

She placed a hand on his cheek and said "I'll make it up to you. Now, hush." She wanted to pay attention to the story currently showing on the media wall, about the new proposals toward trade and government to come from the Kylaran embassy. An angry Bellonian spoke to the reporter.

"Can't you see?" he said, waving a hand in the air dangerously close to the reporter's face. "They don't want to cooperate with us, they want to dominate us."

The reporter looked shocked at the man's strong language. "But everything the legislature has negotiated has been to our mutual benefit-"

"A lie! The Kylar revere strength! Enslavement is their way of life! They'll make slaves of us all or-" The rant was cut off. Apparently some people out there were believing the propaganda.

The focus changed to a third reporter sitting alone. "We believe that many of the reports of Kylaran lifestyles are highly exaggerated and most are nothing more than rumors. The legislature is seeking to substantiate any claims, but urges the Bellonian populace not to jump to conclusions about our new partners in trade."

The next story was about expanding agricultural development in the northwest. Merin muted the sound and turned back to Kobi. "Now what were you saying?"

He had to think back. "Ah, I think you were promising to make it up to me . . ."

Merin smiled. "You're right. I have a surprise for you."

"What?"

"Stay here." Merin slid off the couch and went into her bedroom. The uniform patterns she had been playing with in her spare time made for some interesting designs. She donned one she'd had constituted to her own size. It looked partly like the taskmaster's uniform from the Gerrish educational drama and partly like the skin-tight clothes of the Kylar.

"Should I close my eyes?" Kobi called from the other room. "What's taking so long?"

"Just another minute," she called. The outfit was not easy to put on, not like the loose, flowing clothes she was used to. She had to tug at it and adjust it to look right in the mirror. She put her hands on her hips and tried to put a stern look on her face. What was missing? In her mind's eye she pictured the guard in the edu-drama. They always carried a baton of some kind. She looked around the bedroom. What could she use for such an accessory? She didn't have a walking cane or measuring stick . . . her eyes lit upon the window. There was a long, thin handle used to open the top sash during the hot season. She climbed onto the bed to see if it would come loose. It unclasped easily and she swished it in the air. The sash opener was about as long as her arm and as thick as her little finger. The smooth synthetic material felt cool in her fingers as she flexed it in front of the mirror.

She found Kobi naked and on his knees by the couch waiting for her, his eyes on the floor. He was already peeking, but she put the tip of the stick under his chin and raised his face toward her.

"Wow! You look-!" he began, but then remembered his role and closed his mouth. His eyes darted back and forth between the stick and Merin's sexy figure while he tried to guess how she would react to his outburst.

She gave him the stern look she'd practiced. "Apologize!"

"I'm sorry, Mistress! I forgot!" Hey, I almost sound sincere, thought Kobi.

"Very well. You'll have to make it up somehow. Come over here." Merin seated herself on the couch and opened the seal of the tight crotch in the stretch fabric outfit.

He walked on his knees to position himself between her legs. "Shall I lick you, Mistress?"

"No. You did that last time. Use your hands. You don't deserve to have your tongue touch me, you lowly-" Merin was at a loss for what to call him "-leaf."

"Leaf?" He looked at her, puzzled.

"Leaf, you know, it falls on the ground? To be trod upon?"

"Leaf?" he asked again, starting to giggle.

"Get serious!" Merin raised her voice and brought the stick down on the couch. They both jumped at the loudness of the sound it made, like wood cracking. Sobered, he clapped his mouth closed and she stared at the rod in her hand. A powerful prop, indeed.

She began to direct him what to do, how to use the tips of his fingers to coax her labia open, to use his thumbs to tug gently on her vaginal opening to encourage her natural lubrication to flow, to coat his fingers in it and stroke her clitoris with light upward touches. After a time she directed him to begin probing into her with one finger while he continued to touch her clit. He discovered that if he turned his hand palm up and hooked the finger inside her toward him he could make her clit throb.

Under her instruction, he flicked her clit with his fingernail in rhythm with the throbbing until she began to moan. Her head rolled back and she seemed to lose herself in the sensation.

Kobi inhaled the scent of her and the juices coating his fingers. He wanted nothing more than to coat his cock with them, too, and plunge into her. But the stick was still in her hand and she was still giving the orders. "Mistress?"

She looked up at him and touched his ribs with the stick, prodding him closer to her. He rocked up on his knees and she slid the stick between his legs. The pressure on his balls brought his crotch close to hers. "Come inside," she said.

Kobi sank up to his balls in her and sighed in relief. As he pumped into her, though, he felt the stick sliding along his back, his ass, and he shivered. The sound it had made against the couch still rang in his memory and he worried that Merin might overdo it. If he got hurt, how would they explain it to the doctors? Merin could get into a lot of trouble if they suspected she had inflicted a wound on him.

But somehow even the worry that she might hurt him made him even hotter. His breath became ragged and he found himself on the brink of orgasm. Oh no, not again, he thought. There must be a way to stop it! Stop!

But sheer will power was not enough the stop him from coming. He tried to pretend he wasn't coming-if Merin was hot enough or wet enough she might not feel his seedless semen jetting into her -but when he went flaccid a few moments later there was no hiding it. He slipped out, shrunken and empty.

Merin looked him in the eye. "I wasn't done with that yet."

"I know. I'm sorry! I couldn't stop it."

Merin considered. "Then you had better put your fingers in where it was, and you better do it well."

He slid his fingers in the way they had been before, and slicked them in and out of her while tweaking her clit.

"I suppose you'll have to be punished for it, too," Merin continued, once he settled in to a rhythm. I wonder if this could actually work? she wondered. It was certainly annoying when Kobi came too soon, even if they weren't having rough and vigorous sex. Could it be possible to actually train him to last longer? Merin considered the stick in her hand. The taskmasters must have had a reason they treated the Gerrish the way they did. Could people be trained into better behavior?

Kobi said nothing, but kept his eyes on the stick. He realized that he had been waiting for her to use it ever since he first saw it in her hand. He shuddered and gave a little whimper, thinking again about the loud whack she had given the couch earlier.

Merin twirled the stick slowly as she thought about the possibility of hurting him accidentally. Obviously I can't hit him on the head, she thought. Or anywhere bony that could break or bruise. And not near the vital organs in the stomach. That left the meaty parts of his thighs and his buttocks. She thought back to the Kylaran Desire propaganda they had seen. The woman slave the footage had depicted had been whipped on her back, her buttocks, and thighs. Perhaps there was some logic in all these things. Merin reached out with the stick and tapped Kobi on the ass.

He stiffened and she cleared her throat, urging him to keep his hands busy in her cunt. She curved her spine to one side; she could see and reach his buttock on that side easily.

She gave him another tap. This time, since he was expecting it, he did not move. It didn't seem to hurt him, either. If this is going to be part of training him, she thought, it ought to hurt a little, at least. She tapped again, trying to make the blow harder, but she couldn't really bring herself to swing it. Instead, she began tapping again and again in the same spot, faster and faster. After a few moments his skin went pink, then red, and his face flushed as well.

Kobi craned his own neck back to look. "Ow, that's starting to hurt."

"I better do the other side, too." Merin said and shifter her position. "Keep working."

She tapped rapidly on his other cheek until it had a matching mark. There was something vaguely unsatisfying about that method. It was like taking tiny nibbles of a treat when she wanted to swallow it whole. She put down the stick then and pulled him up onto her. His hands came free of her and she grabbed his buttocks, ground her crotch into one of his legs, and began to swat him with her open hands.

Kobi yelped as the first double smack landed square on his ass. Now those little red spots hurt much more. Each time she smacked him, she forced his leg to rub her crotch.

Kobi had done a good job with his hands and she was close to coming. After a while her hands began to smart from smacking him, and she switched to holding him by the butt and grinding him up and down until at last, she came.

When she recovered her senses, she let Kobi roll off her. "Look at your ass!" The redness was already fading. Nothing visible would remain in evidence and she told him so.

Kobi rushed to the mirror to see what was left of the redness. "Wow, that really smarts!" he said, rubbing his hands over the sensitive skin. "That was incredible!"

Merin joined him at the mirror and ran her hand over his ass, too. "Do you mean you liked it?"

Kobi thought for a second. "Well, it was hard to like while it was going on, but now, it feels great."

"Well, maybe, " she said, giving him one last playful swat, "next time you'll have to keep from coming in order to get it."

"Yes, Mistress," he said, his eyes still on his reflection's red skin.

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