Bonds of Silver, Bonds of Gold 12: Trial (Part 1)

If the rest of my master’s day at court went poorly, he made no mention of it when he returned that evening. His ears stood tall and his tail swayed behind him as he stepped in the door, carrying a tea service. “Pet, take this to the table,” he called out; his voice was clear and his eyes were bright. Once I had the tray balanced on my paws, he turned me and gave my rump a firm swat, then chuckled. “Valentin should be here soon. I’ll want you in the bedroom for this, or we’ll get nothing done.”

I bowed my head, blushing; the skin where his paw landed felt warm, as did my cheeks. “Yes, sir.” I carefully carried the tea and servings, then gingerly lowered its lip to the edge of the table and extracted my paws from beneath. The porcelain pot slid and the cups clattered, but I was able to set it down without dropping it. “Will you have any need of me before then?”

My master grinned. “No time for that, I fear, pet. Tonight will run long, so you’ll just have to wait.” He approached from behind and put his arms around me, pressing himself against my back. “Eager, ready, and sadly, quite alone.” His claws sought out my nipples and pinched them, making me gasp, my chains rattling as I shivered. “You’ll be able to hear Valentin and I in the next room, and no doubt your mind will be thinking of all the ways you could keep us… entertained… but you’ll have to wait in the bedroom until we’re done, and I have no idea how late we’ll be planning.” Stoked by the slap, the fires within me caught at his words, growing into a burning need. I braced my paws against the table and pressed myself against my master’s chest and thighs, his thickening sheath making a visible tent within his pants. I rubbed myself against it, panting quietly as he continued to torment me with his words.

“No words, pet. Not a sound once you’re in the bedroom. You’ll have to be silent while you wait, or else you might disturb us. No, no, you’ll have to be as still as you can, as long as you can. Free to touch, to stroke, to caress… but not to finish, or even to beg for release.” He slid one of his paws down my chest, dragging his claws through my fur, setting my nerves alight. He cupped my sex in his fingers, and reflexively I tried to rock my hips, but he held me fast, growling in my ear. “I said silent, pet, and still. You’ll just have to make do with thinking about all the ways I might pleasure you later, all the ways you might please for some satisfaction… if I have time. I might not. I might just… leave you on your mat and come to bed. It will likely be a very late night, and you’ll—”

I cried out in arousal, unable to hold myself back, but my master just tightened his grip around me, grabbing the chains at my collar and tugging them for emphasis. His shaft, rock-hard through his pants, pressed against my rump, teasing me through the thin fabric. “—just have to wait until my pleasure to have yours. Is that understood… pet?”

I opened my muzzle to try to accept, but then closed it quickly and gave the barest nod of my head. My chest was heaving and the flame inside of me had become a aching need, one that every touch and every word made worse. His pads burned where they touched. Despite my shivering, though, I did my best to hold perfectly still, as I’d been told, blushing from eartip to tail and quivering with desire.

My master withdrew his paws and stepped away. “Good. Very good.” Then his paws were at my shoulders, spinning me to face him. His muzzle found mine, and his tongue wasted no time in pressing between my lips. He moaned into me, and I echoed his passion, wrapping my arms around his waist and entwining his tongue with mine. He coaxed mine into his muzzle and suckled on it, then thrust his own back into me, exploring me from within. Soft whimpers escaped him as we kissed, and he hugged me tightly to his chest. I sank into his arms, lost in his scent, in the feel of my master against me, in my own need for him.

“Are the two of you quite finished?” Mister Valentin called from the door.

Chastened, my master withdrew suddenly. “I think so,” he said with a faint chuckle. He gave my muzzle a final lick, then hooked a finger under my chin and lifted my gaze to his. He smiled at me, his golden eyes aglow with tenderness and desire, and I felt something very unlike the passion of earlier. It was warm and it filled me, but it lacked urgency; it felt like a glow, deep in my chest. I did my best to smile back, but my cheeks reddened and I quietly lowered my eyes again. “Go on,” my master murmured. “Off to the bedroom with you. Valentin and I have work to do.”

I nodded once, then turned and shuffled as quietly as I could to the short hall to my master’s bedchambers, holding my chains taut to keep them from rattling. Once the door was closed behind me, I dropped to my knees and put my paws between my legs. I knew I was only making my frustration worse, but I was so enflamed that, even despite my orders, I couldn’t keep my paws away from myself. Dozens of images flashed through my head as I rubbed and caressed myself, from kneeling beneath the table as my master worked and licking at his sheath; to my master and Mister Valentin taking me in the middle of the table, one between my legs and the other in my muzzle.

I bit down on my lip to silence my cries and slid two digits into my sex, pressing my nethers against my wrist. My hips bucked, reflexively, as I imagined my master beneath me, lying back with his paws behind his head, a beatific smile on his muzzle as I worked to bring him to release within me. A low whine escaped me and I caught my breath, but each time I stopped, the ache and emptiness inside me grew. It was a cycle I knew all too well, needing another’s touch to release it, and yet for all that my frustrations swelled inside me, I found myself eager for them, eager to need, eager to serve. This is my place. This is my life, not a person. Not even a proper animal. Just my master’s pet, to use as he wished. Just a plaything for others’ enjoyment. Just—

Something within me shifted, some vital element, and I rubbed frantically, urgently, over my sex with my useless forepaws, clamping down on my lips with my teeth. Stars sparkled behind my tightly-clenched eyelids as I followed that thought. Just a slave, just a toy, just a thing to be used. Not a person, not any more. Never had been, never wanted to be. This is what I always wanted, this life, serving my master, being his pet. I choked down my cry, tasting blood as my body spasmed, lightning flashing through me as it had during the ritual. I collapsed onto the mat, my entire body shaking from the strength of my release.

I lay still for some time after that, sprawled on my back, trying to breathe and recover my strength. Guilt flickered inside of me, having disobeyed my orders, and yet I had trouble feeling it. The thoughts themselves were too strong to ignore, too powerful to protest. It felt like an admission too long in the making, a purging of secrets, at least to myself. Despite the sticky mess in my fur and the exhaustion, I felt… clean. Happy.

The door slammed open, and Mister Valentin’s head thrust into the opening, snapping about this way and that. “Taneh, where—Matska’s grace!” As I scrambled up onto my knees and dropped my gaze, the sergeant-at-arms walked into the room, ignoring me completely. “It smells like a brothel in here; when’s the last time he aired out his room?” He strode past me to his wardrobe and rummaged through it, then extracted a formal shirt and jacket. Turning, he hurried back to the door.

I lifted my head and risked a question. “Sir? What’s going on?”

The lynx paused, briefly, without turning to face me. “Dion’s just returned from Jazinsk; the baron’s called a formal council and a rider’s been sent to tell Datsia. Sorry, you’re probably on your own tonight.” Then he left, and with him so did my all of my joy.