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Intoxic8shun
A sound. Soft. Padded. Indistinct.
I can barely hear it, but it causes me to uncross my legs
and place my feet together primly on the cold marble floor.
Being held captive is not what I had expected, especially
the way the men have been treating me, which has been a mixture
of awe and respect. A genuine surprise, considering the two
hundred-year war between my country and theirs. I would have
thought them to be more brutal. The abduction was an absolute
shock, not only to my people, but to myself as well. A long
sigh escape my lungs - the whole messy political debacle was
an accident really. And then my knights had gotten too certain
of themselves… I have to admit, I had too. When the warriors
finally caught me, I had been fleeing on horseback alone;
my own protectors slain. The black gelding I rode was no match
for the seven horsemen. It had been too easy. One of them
simply matched my speed, grabbed the harness, and forced the
horse to a halting stop. Ironically, after the massive attempt
to escape, they helped me down from the mount gently—
almost quietly.
Blindfolded, wrists bound lightly, sitting ram rod straight,
I consider my predicament. I can't keep from tipping my chin
up and making a small petulant 'huff' as the absurdity of
the situation occurs to me. Really! A queen, in a damp chamber
located only god knows where, my mind the only weapon available.
A thought strikes me and under the cloth blindfold, I raise
an eyebrow slowly and a sultry half smile plays upon my lips.
Yes, I drawl in my mind. Yesssssss.
The noise I heard minutes before becomes louder, it's the
shuffling of footsteps approaching. Jangling of keys, lots
of them. The click of the chamber locks being undone and finally
the sound of a heavy door opening - then shutting with a muffled
thud. I can sense whoever stands before me is committing an
unforgivable act. They are assessing me with their eyes. My
teeth grind at the thought of someone taking such liberties
without asking permission first.
"What the hell do you want?" I ask the unknown visitor, voice
laced with contempt. The person clears his throat. Ah, a man.
Good.
"Well?" I ask, my anger barely disguised. Silence reigns.
Oh, jesus christ, not another one of these. I roll my eyes
under the blindfold and bitingly say, " My god, have you any
idea as to whom you address? My acknowledgement of your existence
is the highest honor you will ever be awarded. You may speak,
but take your filthy eyes off of me. My wrath is something
you do not ever wish to incur."
I can detect what sounds like the nervous shifting of weight.
Perhaps from side to side. He speaks. "Begging your pardon,
my Queen." Interrupting and annoyed further by his cockney
trash accent I snap out, "Silence!"
I make a small tsking sound with my mouth. Shake my head 'no'
so quickly it's almost imperceptible. "Ignorant beggar. I
am most certainly not your queen." …a long quiet moment passes.
"Say whatever it is you have to say and then get out. Your
presence disgusts me."
He exhales slowly and begins once more. "Your grace,I am our
court's Prime Slave. I was born specifically for this position
and have had a lifetime of training solely for the event of
your capture. My birth was a strategy planned by our leaders
long before your grace was ever conceived. Trust what I say.
I am our kingdom's best. I am to be your gift while you stay
with us." He pauses and whispers, " If you will have me."
Rigid and unflinching, I do not move or speak. I can not keep
my mind from racing. The thoughts barreling through my head
like an automatic weapon. Summer hail storm. Heat and ice
skewered together creating some unknown feeling I can not
describe.
"Your silence is deafening", he murmurs.
There is a bizarre firelike crackling in the air. He suddenly
becomes faint and briefly sees knife-like shapes of black,
the room falls apart blazing; white nameless flowers rain
down. Night. Slam of a car door, silvery high beams snap on,
illuminating woman:woman. Confection. Light = paralysis. She
can't move. Entranced. Infiltration malleable translucent
timeless. His body becomes waist deep in warm glory immediately
dissolving into indescribable beauty. Like tasting a color.
Liquid. Potent. Intoxicating. Her. Chanting. She is here.
She is here. She is here...
Minutes pass and I continue to sit completely still. No action
or movement discloses my cacophony of thoughts. At last, I
utter a razor-rapid fire like command. It is his deliverance.
"Come. Stand before me. Unbind me. Remove my blindfold, but
do not sully me with your touch. You may have the honor of
letting my eyes fall upon you. I wish to see whether or not
I shall accept this so-called 'gift'."
With all of my refined instincts, I did not realize that this
particular slave is quite intelligent and clever in a way
I have never encountered. He is a fascinating combination
of an unquenchable desire to please and an unstoppable will
to do whatever it takes to spark an addiction- masterfully.
Rare characteristics for a servant to possess.
He approached me silently. I do not hear him, but feel a feathery
touch as he unties the fabric. My wrists are quickly released
from their binds. Interesting. He chose to have my hands freed
first. I can feel him trying to comply with my request not
to touch me…he leans over, places his arms around my head
and studiously works at the knot of the blindfold. The servants
responsible for his upkeep dressed him immaculately in white
linen. The shirt a pull over, no buttons, no decoration, is
exquisitely soft. The trousers selected for him, tied with
a simple woven cord, hang loosely. They cleaned him for hours
before giving him access my chamber. Bathed him with a fragrance
designed especially for me. I catch his scent as he pulls
at the blindfold. Calculatingly masculine. Excruciatingly
perfect. I can not help by gasp from the onslaught of sensations
triggered and try to immediately regaining control of myself.
I must congratulate my opponents upon a direct hit. The little
bastard smells divine.
A suspended image, pulled from speeding frames, a subway train
passing, rushing air, blank faced people everywhere, numb
thunder - a window explodes - the moment blurs… the blindfold
knot loosens and he places the ends of the cloth in my raised
hands allowing me to pull the fabric away from my face as
I desire. I continue to hold the blindfold up over my eyes,
giving him time to back away. Time to kneel at my feet. I
wait until I hear him settle on to the floor and then lower
my arms. I keep my face looking straight ahead until my eyes
adjust to the light then let them fall upon his bent head.
He has his eyes closed, knowing not to open them until told
to do so.
The thought that he had been trained moderately well flickers
through my mind. I carefully rake my eyes over his body, taking
in every minute detail. It's my way. I was instructed at a
very early age how to conquer swiftly through the use of my
own mind. I allow a glimmer of pleasure to seep into my body.
He is beautiful. Not traditionally pretty, but stunning in
a way only a pure, truly dedicated slave can be.
I place my hands in my lap and continue to watch him. He is
perfectly silent and seems prepared to remain as such until
I make a request. A strange battle occurs without so much
as a word spoken. Beautiful, lovely time elapses neither of
us having made a single movement. I decide to lift my arm
and delicately brush his neck with my fingertips. Testing…
coyly. He tips his head slightly, leaning into my touch to
my dismay. I did not give him permission. I yank my hand back
and testily say ," A life time of training? And this is the
result? Who do I execute for teaching you so poorly?" He does
not respond.
"Answer me or get out", I growl. He does not respond.
"Disobedient as well as speechless? Appalling boy, leave me
to my thoughts! Return after an hour and make sure you bring
back something to eat that I will find unbelievably delicious.
Go."
I scowl, turn myself away from him, face the wall and do not
move until I hear him exit the chamber. My eyes gaze beyond
the barred window outside to settle on the landscape, plush,
green and full of life. It is the most erotic time of the
year- Spring.
What seems like an hour passes before he returns, opens the
door once more, carefully trying to balance a silver serving
tray while he enters the room.
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