by Princess and Her treasure



  Chapter Five  

     Kayli felt a surge of fear through the build up of arousal.  She stood behind Mistress, feeling naked and exposed in the sexy, leather outfit and suddenly realized that her new Mistress had never collared her.  She glanced at the three men, Pablo, Joshua and the strong, solid one she assumed was Andrew the gardener – each wearing identical tight leather pants that left little to the imagination and silk shirts.  Each shirt was open to show the solid gold chain and lion's head medallion that served as their collar.  Kayli suddenly felt very vulnerable.  She wondered if perhaps, Mistress didn't really want her, or if she was on some sort of probationary period and might be sent back.  Would she be given back to him tonight?  But Mistress said...  Oh no!  Maybe this had been a test of Master Timothy's to test her loyalty to him.  What if Mistress had already known those things and was  planning to tell Master Tim tonight at dinner.  The “what ifs” bounced around her head like someone had released a thousand rubber balls into a concrete room.   Her stomach began to churn and she felt herself beginning to get weak and she trembled with the effort of remaining standing.
    Andrew opened the door and let Tim in.  He wore his “Master” boots and black pants.  A crisp white shirt set off his tan well.  Kayli remember how many times she had polished those boots aching for a word of pleasure and how grateful she was to him when he gave it.
    “Timothy, You have no idea how glad I am that you could make it,” Allanah said to him, reaching her hands out to grasp his, “Do come in, dinner is already on the table.”  Timothy stared openly at the woman before him and unconsciously licked his lips.  Even though he couldn't stand this little bitch, she did look delicious tonight.  He had a momentary fantasy of her in his dungeon, naked and begging, for him to fuck her.
    She was so trained to be kneeling in front of him that she began to flex her knees when Kayli felt a warm body press against her back and strong hands roam her body possessively, “Keep standing, Precious.  Mistress’s orders.”  Joshua whispered in her ear and pinched a nipple through the leather.  He chuckled softly at her small gasp, and caressed her behind.  Kayli skipped forward a step toward Mistress.
    Timothy followed her into the dining room, making pleasant small talk until he saw the multiple place settings. “I did not know there were others coming?”
    Allanah smiled at him, “There are no others, just the household.  We are short one right now, Lissette is being loaned to Master James Williams.  Take a seat Timothy.  I have you at the head of the table.  Kayli, you are at this end with me.”
    Feeling light-headed, Kayli waited behind her chair, copying Andrew, who was across the table next to Pablo, and Joshua, who was next to her, until Mistress had sat and then took her seat.  Timothy turned red and his mouthed gaped like a fish.
    “You expect me to eat at the table with slaves?”
    Allanah looked at him with complete calmness, “Well, yes, I do.  They have to eat too, don't they?”, she quipped mockingly. “Oh, relax Timmy, It won’t kill you.  Now sit down and eat before the food gets cold.”
    Tim stood there for a long moment with a look on his face that implied something smelled, but reluctantly sat down in the chair, “Well, it would be rude to insist upon my way of doing things in your house.”
    Allanah smiled.  Now if Joshua could keep Kayli aroused and distracted enough that she didn’t break down, everything should work out fine.
    The dinner was served informally, with Mistress allowing Timothy the first pick of all the dishes, and each dish passed around the table, as a family would at dinner time.   He continued to gawk at the open chatter amongst Allanah and the slaves as they chit chatted about daily goings on.  When someone addressed him, his answers were stilted one or two word replies and his tone was just this side of rude.   The beginning chatter was punctuated with plenty of “please pass this or that”s.  When the conversation turned toward Timothy, he instantly warmed and began to speak fluently on his favorite subject... himself.   The dinner was served informally, with Mistress allowing Timothy the first pick of all the dishes, and each dish passed around the table, as a family would at dinner time.   He continued to gawk at the open chatter amongst Allanah and the slaves as they chit chatted about daily goings on.  When someone addressed him, his answers were stilted one or two word replies and his tone was just this side of rude.   The beginning chatter was punctuated with plenty of “please pass this or that”s.  When the conversation turned toward Timothy, he instantly warmed and began to speak fluently on his favorite subject... himself.  
    Kayli was very quiet, picking at the food that Mistress had put on her plate. Even though the ham looked more delicious than any she had ever seen, she was unable to enjoy it.    she would not look up for fear of  being caught in Master Timothy's sight.  Her stomach would not quit rolling and the hand in her lap was clenching and unclenching itself into a fist.  Joshua, sitting next to her reached a hand under the table and gently caressed her thigh comfortingly.  Kayli looked over and smiled at him.  The interchange did not go unnoticed by Master Tim.
    “Do you often allow such intimate liberties between your slaves?” he asked Allanah, taking a sip of the wine.
    Allanah smiled at him, “Joshua is being rewarded at the moment.  He has done some exceptional work for me.”
    Tim smiled condescendingly, “Kayli is a good reward.  She is, in fact a passable fuck toy.  He should try her in the ass. She is really quite a ride there.  Almost made it worth keeping her.  You used to beg for me to fuck you in the ass. Why is that slave?” 
    Kayli dropped her eyes back to her plate, feeling more and more that she should be on the floor where she belonged.  She knew by his tone he expected an answer, “Because I am a fuck slut, Master Tim.”  She almost whispered the ritual answer, her face pale.
     Allanah leveled her eyes and spoke to Tim, wanting to throttle him right then and there,  yet her tone remained calm- unnervingly so. ”Timothy, in the future, any questions you have for Kayli will be directed to me.  It is not my practice to allow my newer slaves to answer to other Masters or Mistresses. I'm sure you understand, being the noted trainer you are.”
    Timothy scowled at her, and dipped his head slightly in a stiff nod, and making a rude scoffing sound.  Bitch, she would get hers.
    Pablo looked at Master Tim and spoke respectfully, “Sir, you make it sound like Kayli’s passion is something to be despised, or that it somehow demeans her.”
    Tim shot Pablo a sneer, “She is a mindless cunt like most slaves.  Her one desire and thought is her next fuck.  She is barely human and mostly animal.”  Pablo opened his mouth to give his rebuttal, but was silenced by a look from Allanah.
    Tim downed the rest of his wine and poured some more triumphantly while Allanah’s eyes flamed.  He plowed on without noticing, “You have only had this cunt for a few days, and she is probably still on her best behavior.  But I should warn you about something that even I was not able to train out of her.  I feel that it is definitely a fatal flaw with her.”
    “What is that, Timothy?” Allanah’s voice was ice.
    “The little Bitch is a chronic liar.  She tells all sorts of tales to get out of things, to get attention, to get special favors.  It didn’t seem to matter how much I punished her, she kept lying to me.  The stories got more and more grandiose over time.  I would take any tales she tells you with a grain of salt.”
    Allanah turned to Kayli, reaching her hand out and covering Kayli’s.  Kayli looked up into the trusting eyes of her Mistress, “Kayli, is this true? Did you lie to Master Tim?”
    Kayli’s eyes brimmed with tears.  She couldn’t explain it here.  She couldn’t explain how Master Tim had made it so she felt she had to lie, that it often meant less torture and cruelty.  He had managed to twist it all again.  “Yes, Mistress.”
    Allanah’s expression did not change, but remained one of compassion, “Have you lied to me?”
    Kayli’s eyes widened, “No, Mistress!”
    Allanah nodded once to Kayli and looked back at Tim, “I disagree with you that Kayli is obsessed with sex, or ‘barely human’ as you put it.  She is highly intelligent, as are all my slaves.  I would wager she is just as intelligent as you, if not more so.”
    Tim laughed and poured himself another glass of wine, “You haven’t seen the cunt begging then.”
    Allanah’s voice became honey over steel, “Oh, Timothy, begging is rarely an indicator of intelligence.  But I think we could agree that something else is.  Do you play chess?”
    He looked at her and bragged, “I have not lost a game since I was eight years old.”
    Allanah knew his reputation for  being a wicked chess player, and she had planned on playing him herself tonight, but, now, had a better idea.  “How about a wager then?  A game of chess to settle this dispute.  The winner gets bragging rights,” she paused for dramatic effect, “and the loser as  slave for a day.”
    “Tim grinned, looking right into her eyes.  You would wager yourself to  prove a point in favor of that little whore?  You had better hope you are a damn good chess player Allanah.”
    “Oh I am, but it really doesn't matter.  Kayli will be playing you.”
    Tim couldn't believe his good luck, and Kayli almost fainted.
    “You play Kayli a game of chess.  If you win, I will be your slave for a day.  If Kayli wins, you will be my slave for a day.  Agreed?”
    Tim guzzled his glass of wine, his face flushed.  There was no way that the quivering little slave bitch could beat him.  Oh, and to have this haughty black bitch at his feet, naked and helpless! The tortures he would concoct to break her! His greed tipped the scales and he blurted out,  “No! I want to make it for longer.”
    Allanah hesitated, holding back her smile, knowing what he was thinking, and pretended to toy with the food on her plate, “What about three days.”
    Tim drank more wine, emboldened, “A week.”
    Allanah gave her most demure look, complete with wide batting eyes and gasped,  “Those are high stakes!”
    “The only thing worth playing for,” Tim finished off another glass and leered at Allanah, taking special note of her succulent breasts, wondering about the size of her nipples and how they would look pierced with his crest dangling from them.  In his mind he scanned his dungeon inventory and decided that she would be wearing one of the thick black training collars at all times.  He toyed with the idea of weather  she should be lead around by a leash attached to her newly pierced nipples, or the collar, or better yet, by her clit.  He knew that was a most painful piercing, as he'd done them to several of his other slaves.  He smiled to himself with the pleasant vision.
    Allanah looked around the table and saw that everyone seemed to be finished eating, “Well then, I suppose we should move to the living room for a game.”
    Joshua escorted Kayli to the living room, while Pablo brought in Coffee and desserts.  Andrew brought in more wine for Tim.  The chess board was set up and Tim took his seat, selecting black.  Kayli sat across from him, trembling, with Joshua standing behind her, his hands on her shoulders.  He would flick at the dangling thing at the back of her neck with his thumb.
    “Let's make this all concrete by putting it down on paper.  You write out a general contract, with the only limitation being death. I'll do the same, and each will sign and date  the other's.”  Timothy nodded and took the heavy vellum offered to him. The two quickly drew up contracts and traded, then signed after reading.  The papers were placed under the marble chess board, with an agreement that the winner would get both papers. 
    Everyone waited quietly for the match to begin, settling in  around the room as close as they dared to watch the game.
    Tim had drank quite a bit, but his words were still clear, and as venomous as ever when he spat, “Get that boy away from her, I don't want him helping her, not that it would do any good.”
    Allanah nodded to Joshua, and he stepped back, biting his tongue very hard.
    The first moves were silent and fairly predictable.  Tim continued to drink heavily during the match, moving his pieces quickly with confidence.  Kayli took her time, trying to ignore his impatient grunts, and somehow, with the thought that she had to do this for Mistress, she was able to focus and watched the game carefully.
    The room was silent as all watched the match.  Tim surveyed the board, smiled and looked up at Allanah, content with wine, “Let us up the wager.  If the cunt wins, I will be your slave for two weeks- no, I'll be your slave until you tire of having me.  If  I win, the same thing applies, but I get her back too.”
    Kayli whimpered.
    Allanah, who had also watched the game intently, ignored it and smiled, “Agreed.”
    The game rolled on at a god pace, Tim seemingly had the advantage, but, as in life,  things are not always what they seem in chess.  Kayli surveyed the board and saw her solution. She knew that this move would seem foolish, but she had a plan. He would have her in check, but in moving out it she would put him in checkmate.
    Tim moved and gave a triumphant “Check!”
    Kayli countered the move.  With an angry dash, Tim moved just as she had thought he would.
    “Check, again.  Would you like to give up now, or shall we play cat and mouse for another few minutes? 
    She moved her queen and whispered, “Checkmate.”