"Solace?" Baralai put his hand gently on the naked Masterless slave's arm.
"Oh, hello again, Sir. Thank you for inviting me." she replied.
"No problem. Trophy and I need your help with something." he told her.
"Oh, I'll help however I can." Solace was grateful for his instrumental help in ensuring she wasn't totally ostracized for her recent stupidity. He whispered what he wanted in her ear as he led her away. "Oh, I can definitely do that, Sir." she eagerly agreed as they entered the study.
"There you are." Baralai said to Trophy, who was patiently sitting in a guest chair next to Nooj, making polite small talk. "It's time for your lesson."
"I'll go back to the party." Nooj stood up to leave.
"No need." Baralai released Solace's arm, and she immediately went to Trophy and kissed her. "I'm the one going back to the party. Happy birthday, buddy!" He gave Nooj a friendly pat on the back before going back to the play room.
"She's going to teach me how to please a woman and you get to watch." Trophy smiled at Nooj. "How do I start?" she asked her fellow slave.
"Lay down on the desk carefully." Solace told her, and when she obeyed, she got on top of her. "Now pay attention to what I do, and when I'm done, do the same to me." She kissed Trophy's mouth again before trailing her lips down the new bride's body, stopping only to kiss her neck and tease her breasts.
As Trophy felt Solace's tongue start to stroke her clit, she thought back to the first time she had sex in Baralai's study, when she insisted he teach her how to enjoy his lifestyle. Of course she had no idea what she was getting into exactly, just that the playroom creeped her out, but he wasted no time in asserting himself as her Master, and now the playroom was so comfortingly familiar to her…it was where she fell in love with him during their training sessions and they had gotten married in that same room. Trophy snapped out her reverie when she experienced a brief orgasm as Solace finished with her.
"Now do me." Solace got off her, and Trophy moved so she could lay down on the desk. Trophy did her best, having to constantly adjust her performance, too used to serving men. At least this was 'extra credit', nothing she'd be punished for if she failed. But Solace enjoyed herself, and when they heard another sound mingling with her cries of pleasure, they both turned to look at Nooj, who was sitting in the chair, his hands clenching the armrests. The women both giggled, realizing they had forgotten he was there.
"I've got to get back to my Master." Trophy said, then whispered something in Solace's ear, who nodded and got off the desk and knelt in front of Nooj as Trophy went back to the play room.
"May I relieve you, Sir?" Solace asked him.
"Sir? You're a slave?" Nooj was surprised, he had just assumed she was a Mistress since she was teaching Rik…Trophy, he corrected himself. She looked familiar, but he never really paid attention to faces here. "Where's your Master?"
Sadness washed over Solace's face as she bowed her head, taking a deep breath before lifting her head back up. "He died last year, and the Mistress I had after him didn't really want me."
Nooj frowned. He was really out of the loop, not noticing a Masterless slave when he saw it, since the only reason he came to Baralai's parties was so he could watch. With his damned prosthetics he was only half-human, so he usually only half-participated, except when Baralai ordered Trophy to please him. "Fine, do it."
Solace's frown turned to a smile and she instantly went to work on him, though Nooj was so worked up she didn't have to do much to stimulate him further. "Thank you for letting me serve you, Sir." she said as she gracefully wiped the corners of her mouth.
"You aren't going back to the party now?" he asked when she stood up but didn't leave.
"May I ask why you're not?" Solace questioned him back. When it became clear he didn't know who she was, it was both a relief and a bit uncomfortable, because she'd have to explain
"You can ask, but I don't have to answer." Nooj replied, starting to get sullen. "But you didn't answer my question, and you're still a slave."
"My apologies if I offended you, Sir." she bowed her head. "I just feel awkward there without a Master, especially with other trouble I've had."
"I feel awkward there, no matter what." Nooj heard himself admitting. "What kind of trouble did you have?"
Trophy's head poked around the secret door to the playroom, smiling with satisfaction as Solace got Nooj to start talking. She quietly returned to the playroom, looking for Baralai. She was suddenly grabbed from behind, but instantly relaxed as she recognized his touch.
"And how is your matchmaking scheme going?" he asked her, pulling her tight against him.
"They're talking." Trophy smugly replied as his touch stimulated her. "Would…would you please fuck me now?"
Baralai smiled at her. "I might be persuaded to…"
She immediately got down on all fours and kissed his boots. "Please let me worship you the best way I can, Master! I humbly offer you my body for your sport. I crave your domination above all else…please Master, I beg of you…just fuck me!" Trophy cried.
Baralai nodded. "Stay on all fours and crawl after me." he said before walking away, leaving her to follow him to the now-empty bondage bed. "Strip and get on the bed."
Trophy did as she was told, and once she was in position, Baralai cuffed her wrists and ankles firmly enough so she couldn't move, then put a modified posture harness on her. She was curious as to why, since he hadn't put one on her since her basic training, just to show her what it felt like. Trophy blinked in surprise when he made adjustments that caused her head to stay bent slightly upwards, forcing her to look at the guests watching them. Listening carefully as he leaned over to whisper something in her while stroking her hair, her attempt to nod was stopped by the harness, but he knew she understood.
"Say it." Baralai ordered her as he knelt behind her.
"I love serving my Master's cock. Pleasing it is the only thing I long for." Trophy eagerly repeated the words over and over again like a mantra to the spectators while he sodomized her.
"I've always enjoyed your sacrificial offerings." he complimented her afterwards as he readjusted the harness to let her head move again.
"Sacrificial, Master?" Trophy inquired, relieved to have her head freed. "And thank you for releasing me, it was almost starting to hurt."
"Your virgin sacrifice to me." he reminded her. "And don't worry, I won't adjust the harness like that again."
"But I wasn't a virgin when I became your slave, Master." Trophy said, almost sadly.
"Yes you were, silly girl." Baralai spanked her butt once. "Only I've been in here, right?"
"Oh, yes, of course, Master." Trophy blushed at her forgetfulness. "And no one else but you ever will."
"Remember that!" he warned her. "Every time I fuck your ass, you'll know I'm accepting your offering and acknowledging your place with me, understand?"
"Yes, Master." Trophy nodded to emphasize her acquiescence. "You said you won't adjust the harness like again. Does that mean you want me to keep wearing it?"
"Your posture does need improving, but it's not your fault, you weren't taught it growing up." he informed her as he thrust into her again. "You will now wear it under your robe during the day, only taking it off for bathing and at night, because I don't want your movement restricted in our bed."
"I understand, Master." Trophy said. "Do you want me to keep repeating how much I love your cock?"
"No, now you're going to scream my name, aren't you, my prize?" he told her, smiling as she obeyed both verbal cues.
Nooj and Solace were surprised when guests started filing out from the playroom to the study. "I guess the party's over…I'm sorry I kept you from it, Sir." Solace told him.
"I'm not much for parties anyway." Nooj told her. "But we should probably thank our host."
"I hope you enjoyed your birthday present." Baralai said cheekily when Nooj approached him, smiling when Nooj merely looked at him without responding.
"Thank you so much for having me, Sir." Solace told Baralai.
"Oh, I'm not the one who had you, remember?" Baralai teased, kissing her on the cheek. "You'll always be welcome here."
"Yes, and thank you for my lesson." Trophy smiled warmly at her fellow slave, kissing her other cheek.
"I enjoyed it…and I appreciate what you did." Solace whispered to her with a knowing expression on her face. "I think I can take it from here." she continued, with a glance towards Nooj.
Baralai and Trophy hosted the special wedding for Nooj and Solace two months later.
"Thank you for everything, Sir, Trophy." Solace told them as she and Nooj were leaving early to start their working honeymoon. "It's not much to repay you, but I heard you wanted this." She handed Trophy a fancy envelope as Nooj ordered his new wife out the door.
"I wonder what this is." Trophy mused as she opened the envelope and took the letter out, scanning it. "Oh my…" Her jaw dropped and the letter fluttered from her slackened grasp onto the floor.
Baralai picked it up and read it. "Well, it seems like congratulations are in order for you too, my lovely slave wife. You're now on the board for Hope House."
"But how…how could she do that?" Trophy asked, still dumbfounded.
"Solace's late husband founded Hope House. She's no longer officially involved, but her word carries a lot of weight with the board." Baralai explained.
"Why didn't you tell me, Master?" Trophy wanted to know.
"Because I don't want you to lose one of your best traits, your genuine kindness. You told me you played matchmaker because you wanted everyone to be as happy as you were, not because you were expecting to get something out of it. You did very well, and now you're one step closer to your next goal." Baralai praised his slave wife.