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malins
Stumbling Seeker
Soppy romantic photostory #1
(All images are hosted on Imgur as for this, it's better to have them inline and not as thumbnails)
Part 1.
Once upon a time (as these stories always start)
she had been a member of a proud tribe ...
a tribe too proud to be tolerated by the Empire for long,
so the crackdown had to come.
When all the swording and screaming was over,
her captor realized right away she might be precious,
but regardless how valuable a capture,
it's necessary at first
to keep her under conditions of some austerity
as she transitions to her new destiny in life ...
...as slave.
She did not object too much
about the sparse nourishment thrown to her,
the cramped surroundings or the damp dirt floor.
She made no attempt at escape,
accepting her world was gone,
there was no place to return to.
And so, satisfied she would not cause too much trouble,
He decided to take his new acquisition to his estate,
instead of selling her off right there,
or executing her just for fun,
all of which would have been in his rights,
what with war and the law of conquest and all.
Arriving at his estate he permitted her to clean herself up.
(All images are hosted on Imgur as for this, it's better to have them inline and not as thumbnails)
Part 1.
Once upon a time (as these stories always start)
she had been a member of a proud tribe ...
a tribe too proud to be tolerated by the Empire for long,
so the crackdown had to come.
When all the swording and screaming was over,
her captor realized right away she might be precious,
but regardless how valuable a capture,
it's necessary at first
to keep her under conditions of some austerity
as she transitions to her new destiny in life ...
...as slave.
She did not object too much
about the sparse nourishment thrown to her,
the cramped surroundings or the damp dirt floor.
She made no attempt at escape,
accepting her world was gone,
there was no place to return to.
And so, satisfied she would not cause too much trouble,
He decided to take his new acquisition to his estate,
instead of selling her off right there,
or executing her just for fun,
all of which would have been in his rights,
what with war and the law of conquest and all.
Arriving at his estate he permitted her to clean herself up.
malins
Stumbling Seeker
Part 2.
It was a large estate, well run,
with many slaves and many tasks to do.
The new one was first given simple tasks around the household,
seeing what she was good for,
seeing if she would settle in properly,
do her work in a diligent and dedicated manner.
If she should cause trouble,
it would always be possible
to demote her to the nasty tasks,
or flog her off for a few coppers,
to a passing merchant who snapped up the undesirables,
(for what purpose, we'll not ponder.)
She turned out to be quite useful for the domestic tasks,
in general obedient and observant,
nobody had any complaints to report, it seemed.
so far so good,
but how will her life go on...
domestic subservience, down to the end of her days?
What might her future hold?
(to be continued of course)
It was a large estate, well run,
with many slaves and many tasks to do.
The new one was first given simple tasks around the household,
seeing what she was good for,
seeing if she would settle in properly,
do her work in a diligent and dedicated manner.
If she should cause trouble,
it would always be possible
to demote her to the nasty tasks,
or flog her off for a few coppers,
to a passing merchant who snapped up the undesirables,
(for what purpose, we'll not ponder.)
She turned out to be quite useful for the domestic tasks,
in general obedient and observant,
nobody had any complaints to report, it seemed.
so far so good,
but how will her life go on...
domestic subservience, down to the end of her days?
What might her future hold?
(to be continued of course)
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malins
Stumbling Seeker
Part 3.
As she went about her duties,
wearing the slave-girl's garb of His liking,
Master often found His eyes resting on her,
she was easy to look at,
pleasant of character,
mild and sweet of voice.
Still she was a slave,
and as such should not be pampered or favored too much,
a Master must not grow too enamored of His possessions,
it is known.
Her place during the night was of course,
the Slave-Cellar,
and while all the other girls He owned,
had a simple bunk there, and a sheet and blanket,
He thought it appropriate that this one,
whom He had begun to prefer over others,
should sleep naked on the stair-steps,
with not so much as even a tile of the floor
to call her own.
To put her in place,
that she might not in her mind,
raise herself above the others.
She did not protest.
As she went about her duties,
wearing the slave-girl's garb of His liking,
Master often found His eyes resting on her,
she was easy to look at,
pleasant of character,
mild and sweet of voice.
Still she was a slave,
and as such should not be pampered or favored too much,
a Master must not grow too enamored of His possessions,
it is known.
Her place during the night was of course,
the Slave-Cellar,
and while all the other girls He owned,
had a simple bunk there, and a sheet and blanket,
He thought it appropriate that this one,
whom He had begun to prefer over others,
should sleep naked on the stair-steps,
with not so much as even a tile of the floor
to call her own.
To put her in place,
that she might not in her mind,
raise herself above the others.
She did not protest.
cynthia the inocent
Tribune
I loved it. Keep up the good writingPart 2.
It was a large estate, well run,
with many slaves and many tasks to do.
The new one was first given simple tasks around the household,
seeing what she was good for,
seeing if she would settle in properly,
do her work in a diligent and dedicated manner.
If she should cause trouble,
it would always be possible
to demote her to the nasty tasks,
or flog her off for a few coppers,
to a passing merchant who snapped up the undesirables,
(for what purpose, we'll not ponder.)
She turned out to be quite useful for the domestic tasks,
in general obedient and observant,
nobody had any complaints to report, it seemed.
so far so good,
but how will her life go on...
domestic subservience, down to the end of her days?
What might her future hold?
(to be continued of course)
malins
Stumbling Seeker
Part 4
When evening came,
and it was time for all the slave-girls to be locked in the Cellar,
He sometimes made an exception,
and called upon this one
instead of sending her down,
calling her up
to warm his bed for some hours,
and keep his sheets sweet.
She would step out of her slave-garb,
and humbly present herself for His pleasure.
He would however,
never permit her to spend the entire night in Master's bed.
Never once would she wake with him,
as the morning sun caressed both their faces.
Instead in the darkest, coldest hour He would rise
(He'd learned to wake by will during his years with the Legions,
when it was necessary to guard endangered encampments)
and would shake her from slumber,
and send her downstairs,
to sleep alone.
Since the Cellar was locked at night,
and she was without her garb,
she would seek out the remaining heat from the hearth.
That is where she would be found in the morning,
when the household came alive.
When evening came,
and it was time for all the slave-girls to be locked in the Cellar,
He sometimes made an exception,
and called upon this one
instead of sending her down,
calling her up
to warm his bed for some hours,
and keep his sheets sweet.
She would step out of her slave-garb,
and humbly present herself for His pleasure.
He would however,
never permit her to spend the entire night in Master's bed.
Never once would she wake with him,
as the morning sun caressed both their faces.
Instead in the darkest, coldest hour He would rise
(He'd learned to wake by will during his years with the Legions,
when it was necessary to guard endangered encampments)
and would shake her from slumber,
and send her downstairs,
to sleep alone.
Since the Cellar was locked at night,
and she was without her garb,
she would seek out the remaining heat from the hearth.
That is where she would be found in the morning,
when the household came alive.
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Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
You are right, Malins, it is absolutely an intolerably low amount of torture here!The idea here is to mash together a bunch of pics,
that have the lowest amount of torture in them that's still barely tolerable for people here
(with lots of groaning and cursing)
and make a soppy story from it!
(a silly idea first tried out on Emily's discord server)
Still curious, what plans her master has with her!
Surprise us!
malins
Stumbling Seeker
You are right, Malins, it is absolutely an intolerably low amount of torture here!
Well I know I am really pushing the limits here!
But don't say you weren't warned...
I put a trigger warning right in the title!!!
Though I think the slave raiders and slave traders here on the site,
can easily add ropes, chains & shackles mentally to some of the images,
especially such as these
Sorry to disappoint,Still curious, what plans her master has with her!
Surprise us!
but hammer nails & wooden beams
might in this case only be used for raising new barns on Master's estate!
malins
Stumbling Seeker
back to what this is about... soppy romantic photostory,
Part 5
Master found that this slave soon began taking a bit of initiative in the household,
Performing tasks on her own that she thought necessary,
perhaps such that were neglected or only grudgingly fulfilled by other slaves,
she'd never implicate or tell on those though, just pick up the duties.
Her excuses though,
for being nude in such situations,
were silly and unacceptable.
Not that Master found anything wrong as such,
with a slave-girl being nude -- why would He,
but quite plainly:
If no other instructions were given,
the slave-garb in this household
was topless with a long skirt,
or, if work required it,
a coarse apron instead.
Anything more,
or less, for that matter,
had to be humbly requested!
His punishments for these transgressions though,
remained rather mild.
However it soon dawned upon him,
that she was deliberately setting up these situations,
these "chance encounters" ...
she was becoming a bit provocative...
This cannot not go on!
he thought
(when he was finished using her right there where he'd come upon her)
(which he realized was exactly what she had wanted)
She had come to enjoy the kind of 'punishment' he tended to inflict
and he had to be wary of coming to enjoy her 'crimes'
These were not games to be played between Master and servant,
in the end,
it could only undermine His authority,
and lead to disaster.
So for a while he cast her out of the household,
to live once again under rough conditions
similar to the days after her capture,
and when she was permitted to return,
He demoted her to service in other wings of the estate.
He delegated all of her punishments
to an elderly matron among the slaves,
who at the slightest transgression,
would cane the soles of her feet dispassionately.
So that she would no longer condition herself to transgress,
by turning the punishments into pleasures for Master and slave.
He heard no more complaints,
and during the rare occasions He encountered her,
she at least always wore the slave-garb properly,
and did not frivolously attempt
to provoke games of crime and punishment.
It seemed she was devoting herself
to the cause of becoming a better slave,
and so all seemed to be going well.
Until,
one day...
Part 5
Master found that this slave soon began taking a bit of initiative in the household,
Performing tasks on her own that she thought necessary,
perhaps such that were neglected or only grudgingly fulfilled by other slaves,
she'd never implicate or tell on those though, just pick up the duties.
Her excuses though,
for being nude in such situations,
were silly and unacceptable.
Not that Master found anything wrong as such,
with a slave-girl being nude -- why would He,
but quite plainly:
If no other instructions were given,
the slave-garb in this household
was topless with a long skirt,
or, if work required it,
a coarse apron instead.
Anything more,
or less, for that matter,
had to be humbly requested!
His punishments for these transgressions though,
remained rather mild.
However it soon dawned upon him,
that she was deliberately setting up these situations,
these "chance encounters" ...
she was becoming a bit provocative...
This cannot not go on!
he thought
(when he was finished using her right there where he'd come upon her)
(which he realized was exactly what she had wanted)
She had come to enjoy the kind of 'punishment' he tended to inflict
and he had to be wary of coming to enjoy her 'crimes'
These were not games to be played between Master and servant,
in the end,
it could only undermine His authority,
and lead to disaster.
So for a while he cast her out of the household,
to live once again under rough conditions
similar to the days after her capture,
and when she was permitted to return,
He demoted her to service in other wings of the estate.
He delegated all of her punishments
to an elderly matron among the slaves,
who at the slightest transgression,
would cane the soles of her feet dispassionately.
So that she would no longer condition herself to transgress,
by turning the punishments into pleasures for Master and slave.
He heard no more complaints,
and during the rare occasions He encountered her,
she at least always wore the slave-garb properly,
and did not frivolously attempt
to provoke games of crime and punishment.
It seemed she was devoting herself
to the cause of becoming a better slave,
and so all seemed to be going well.
Until,
one day...
malins
Stumbling Seeker
the Master in this story has found such moments quite enticing also ...Righteous . . .
Well she is getting less attention from Master, less opportunity to attempt to elicit the reactions she wants, and that is to her certainly a degree of punishment -- she'll be conspiring to change that and that might be what gets her in trouble?
Mr. 0
Governor
the Master in this story has found such moments quite enticing also ...
Well she is getting less attention from Master, less opportunity to attempt to elicit the reactions she wants, and that is to her certainly a degree of punishment -- she'll be conspiring to change that and that might be what gets her in trouble?
I couldn't recognize her with her garb on, but this is a lovely story. Looking forward to its continuation.
Migoz2
Senator
Oh, I do hope so........
malins
Stumbling Seeker
Part 6
It had seemed she was devoting herself to the cause of becoming a better slave,
and so all seemed to be going well.
Until,
one day... this time truly by coincidence,
he happened upon her like this
The problem was not so much, just that she could read ....
... some slaves could, though Master preferred it,
if it was at best -- recipes, lists, and simple instructions.
Rather one problem was that she had concealed this ability
(or had she secretly learned it after her capture... even worse!)
Slaves should not conceal things!
The problem was not even so much the book she had chosen,
It was that she had chosen it of her own accord,
instead of confessing to her Master,
that she desired to have
whatever inspirations or imaginations she could take from written words,
and leaving it to Master alone to decide
whether such a wish could possibly be granted.
In fact she was reading about how to better please a Master,
however
there aren't really any books for slaves instructing them about their behaviors
those are books for Masters,
and so even if the goal was to better please Him,
she was tapping into Masters' knowledge,
acting as her own master, to improve herself,
revealing that she continued to be
a slave only in body, not in mind,
still trying to arrange things as she saw fit.
Master was angry.
But He was a disciplined man,
who liked to be in control of everything,
including his own emotions.
So instead of punishing her on the spot,
in the rage of the moment,
he had her sent away, to the matron again,
to braid up her hair, so the whip could reach everywhere,
and then,
to stand against the Tree of Pain,
waiting to feel His wrath upon her skin.
Waiting for however many hours it would take ...
The Tree of Pain,
where she'd only once seen a slave's back torn by the whip,
but knew there could be worse, much worse,
the worthless could be hung from it,
or nailed to it and left to perish.
Meanwhile pacing to and fro in His study,
Master examined his own emotions,
and the reasons He had perhaps avoided punishing this slave enough
so that she would not develop such unfitting patterns of behavior
Sometimes the fault for a slave's impertinence
lies exclusively in her character,
sometimes an oversight of the Master,
being all too lenient,
contributes.
A gaze outside the window satisfied
the same mind that had devised all those little impertinences and provocations
was now running wild with imagination
and tormenting her
she made a pitiful shivering figure,
now bound by her obedience,
waiting at the post, as everyone went around their business,
waiting still as dusk came.
Well, He thought, if she enjoys thinking for herself so much,
if she even tortures herself that way,
if she reads books about masters and slaves...
I shall have her sent up,
and see if she has found any understanding of,
and remorse for, her transgressions.
"Then I will decide."
It had seemed she was devoting herself to the cause of becoming a better slave,
and so all seemed to be going well.
Until,
one day... this time truly by coincidence,
he happened upon her like this
The problem was not so much, just that she could read ....
... some slaves could, though Master preferred it,
if it was at best -- recipes, lists, and simple instructions.
Rather one problem was that she had concealed this ability
(or had she secretly learned it after her capture... even worse!)
Slaves should not conceal things!
The problem was not even so much the book she had chosen,
It was that she had chosen it of her own accord,
instead of confessing to her Master,
that she desired to have
whatever inspirations or imaginations she could take from written words,
and leaving it to Master alone to decide
whether such a wish could possibly be granted.
In fact she was reading about how to better please a Master,
however
there aren't really any books for slaves instructing them about their behaviors
those are books for Masters,
and so even if the goal was to better please Him,
she was tapping into Masters' knowledge,
acting as her own master, to improve herself,
revealing that she continued to be
a slave only in body, not in mind,
still trying to arrange things as she saw fit.
Master was angry.
But He was a disciplined man,
who liked to be in control of everything,
including his own emotions.
So instead of punishing her on the spot,
in the rage of the moment,
he had her sent away, to the matron again,
to braid up her hair, so the whip could reach everywhere,
and then,
to stand against the Tree of Pain,
waiting to feel His wrath upon her skin.
Waiting for however many hours it would take ...
The Tree of Pain,
where she'd only once seen a slave's back torn by the whip,
but knew there could be worse, much worse,
the worthless could be hung from it,
or nailed to it and left to perish.
Meanwhile pacing to and fro in His study,
Master examined his own emotions,
and the reasons He had perhaps avoided punishing this slave enough
so that she would not develop such unfitting patterns of behavior
Sometimes the fault for a slave's impertinence
lies exclusively in her character,
sometimes an oversight of the Master,
being all too lenient,
contributes.
A gaze outside the window satisfied
the same mind that had devised all those little impertinences and provocations
was now running wild with imagination
and tormenting her
she made a pitiful shivering figure,
now bound by her obedience,
waiting at the post, as everyone went around their business,
waiting still as dusk came.
Well, He thought, if she enjoys thinking for herself so much,
if she even tortures herself that way,
if she reads books about masters and slaves...
I shall have her sent up,
and see if she has found any understanding of,
and remorse for, her transgressions.
"Then I will decide."
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Migoz2
Senator
I love this image! (I have recently discovered I have a very specific kink for naked women up against trees!)
The Tree of Pain,
Mr. 0
Governor
Part 6
It had seemed she was devoting herself to the cause of becoming a better slave,
and so all seemed to be going well.
Until,
one day... this time truly by coincidence,
he happened upon her like this
The problem was not so much, just that she could read ....
... some slaves could, though Master preferred it,
if it was at best -- recipes, lists, and simple instructions.
Rather one problem was that she had concealed this ability
(or had she secretly learned it after her capture... even worse!)
Slaves should not conceal things!
The problem was not even so much the book she had chosen,
It was that she had chosen it of her own accord,
instead of confessing to her Master,
that she desired to have
whatever inspirations or imaginations she could take from written words,
and leaving it to Master alone to decide
whether such a wish could possibly be granted.
In fact she was reading about how to better please a Master,
however
there aren't really any books for slaves instructing them about their behaviors
those are books for Masters,
and so even if the goal was to better please Him,
she was tapping into Masters' knowledge,
acting as her own master, to improve herself,
revealing that she continued to be
a slave only in body, not in mind,
still trying to arrange things as she saw fit.
Master was angry.
But He was a disciplined man,
who liked to be in control of everything,
including his own emotions.
So instead of punishing her on the spot,
in the rage of the moment,
he had her sent away, to the matron again,
to braid up her hair, so the whip could reach everywhere,
and then,
to stand against the Tree of Pain,
waiting to feel His wrath upon her skin.
Waiting for however many hours it would take ...
The Tree of Pain,
where she'd only once seen a slave's back torn by the whip,
but knew there could be worse, much worse,
the worthless could be hung from it,
or nailed to it and left to perish.
Meanwhile pacing to and fro in His study,
Master examined his own emotions,
and the reasons He had perhaps avoided punishing this slave enough
so that she would not develop such unfitting patterns of behavior
Sometimes the fault for a slave's impertinence
lies exclusively in her character,
sometimes an oversight of the Master,
being all too lenient,
contributes.
A gaze outside the window satisfied
the same mind that had devised all those little impertinences and provocations
was now running wild with imagination
and tormenting her
she made a pitiful shivering figure,
now bound by her obedience,
waiting at the post, as everyone went around their business,
waiting still as dusk came.
Well, He thought, if she enjoys thinking for herself so much,
if she even tortures herself that way,
if she reads books about masters and slaves...
I shall have her sent up,
and see if she has found any understanding of,
and remorse for, her transgressions.
"Then I will decide."
PART 6: SLAVES SHOULD NOT CONCEAL THINGS!
The slave garb:
Kidding aside, a nice story so far! Keep up the good work!
malins
Stumbling Seeker
hmmm...
first ... there's a difference between 'being ordered to wear something' and 'concealing something'
second ... this Master is usually very merciful but don't try to be a smart-ass around Him. That can get you in big trouble!
