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Yana's First Serve to her Master
DIR By: Marcus Lycus
Date: April 5, 2026, 12:14 pm
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(04/05/26 07:49:39 am)
...Merchant of Love...
For a sense of sensuality Or an opulance thereof, Patronize the
house of Marcus Lycus,
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
YanaProperty of the Hous: It had been a busy few days since the
return from Sardar Fair. New stock to see settled. New inventory
to put through basic training. Not that I had time to see to
every bit of flesh I had selected for purchase but I did try to
put in an appearance when I could as the overseer girls began
working their way through the ranks and making their own
judgements. Rose, Emma, Felicia and Cinnabun had proven
invaluable in that regard. Too, Ivenia was at hand keeping
everything in order as she could when she wasn't balancing the
paperwork and may the Priest King's bless her for it!
There was one bit of business from Freeport village which did
surprise me. I had heard of the attempted raid by Cosians
working with some group of Slavers on the village during their
Thing before I had moved here. The village rules called for
Three Men of either the Merchant Caste, the Council of Captains
or a man of the village in good standing with no connection to
the case to stand over any civil trial as arbiters.
As so many in the city were involved in the fighting, including
Captain Song himself, they were taking the unusual step of
sending two more Captains to help oversee the trial of the few
raiders taken alive. It was strictly a formality, of course. The
men were assuredly guilty. But the Men of the North took their
traditions seriously and the trial more seriously than most. I
did make a show of pointing out that, as a Slaver and a Man of
Ar, few would trust my word in regard to Cosian pirates. It was
then counter argued that if they could convince me, as a Slaver,
not to show lenience to those of my Caste, then justice was
truly done. I couldn't argue with that, beyond my belief that
these slavers might be tied to House Ezra. Something I would
have to puzzle out before the trial and execution.
For the afternoon, however, I had assigned myself a more
pleasant duty. Seeing to she who had once been of the Merchant
class but was now undeniably my slave and sworn to my service
and protection forever. I had given instruction that the slave
Yana was to wait on me personally in the Great Hall and even now
awaited her arrival.
(04/05/26 08:05:40 am)
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
...Merchant of Love...: Soles of bare feet moved lightly across
marble tiles, heralding entrance of the blonde haired slave they
had been named Yana, she moving across those tiles now with sway
of hip, ripples of sensual flesh that was utterly bare, her long
blonde mane tumbling loose between her shoulder blades as moved,
her physical appearance perhaps the only thing that still bore
resemblance to the Merchant that had first entered this same
Hall in the days before the Fair, she who had wagered, and had
lost, lost everything, her name, her freedom, yet had perhaps
gained something else in its place, something that she had never
hitherto had on this world, one where she had drifted from place
to place, always searching for that which had eluded her, a
place, a purpose, both of which she now possessed, both given
her by the hand of Marcus Lycus, of the Caste of Slavers, he who
she now approached, each footstep accompanied by the gentle
chime of the slave bells that were secured around her left
ankle, those bells growing louder as she drew near, until she
was before you, before her Master.
The naked slave knelt then, a fluid movement, lithe, she almost
slithering to the floor, where her knees found the rug beneath
her, those knees swiftly then parting, wide, as wide as she
could, recalling how her Mistress had seen fit to have them
spread wide when she had knelt before her, muscles gently
straining as ass settled on heels, a toss then of that blonde
mane, the movement not one of arrogance but of assurance,
confidence, it too ensuring that her hair fell behind her back,
left pendant tits unobscured for your eyes to gaze upon if it
pleased you as she straightened her back slightly, knelt, naked,
bracelets now about both wrists, she astute enough to know that
they were not cheap trinkets purchased for coppers in the
market, had value that far exceeded that of the slave who wore
them as she knelt before you, naked, belled, the scent of her
perfume gently teasing your nostrils, a slave perfume, subtle
hints of jasmine and sandalwood, not unlike that which the
Merchant had once procured for a customer, now dabbed on the
skin of the slave that knelt before you, her chin raised just a
fraction, bare tits rising and falling with each breath taken,
as she lucky before you, the Man that was her Master.
(04/05/26 08:16:37 am)
...Merchant of Love...
For a sense of sensuality Or an opulance thereof, Patronize the
house of Marcus Lycus,
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
YanaProperty of the Hous: Marcus watched the display in whole as
soon as he heard the jingle of the slave bells approaching, for
such was even the entrance into the room a part of the
performance of an expected slave presenting herself to the Man
who owned her. He had known Ydril briefly, but she had struck
him as a proud woman. The slave Yana was no less proud in her
bearing, but that pride was born of a difference source. Yet
perhaps it was the same core and something of Ydril remained in
Yana, determined that if she would be a slave she would be
fantastic slave worthy of an Ubar's pleasure garden, even if at
present she was not worth the copper and steel that were her
only clothing and seemed fit only for serving as a cock sleeve
to any passing wandered in a cheap brothel.
There were more graceful girls Marcus had observed, who would
glide like swans. There were some who made a greater show of
entering a room, bouncing boldly with delight. Yet in her quite
understated way, Yana had a special something he could not put
to words. He said nothing as she sank to her knees and tossed
her head, rolling her back to present her breasts to his gaze
unobscured by golden hair just the right length for grabbing. He
let his gaze flicker over her before speaking, looking for the
tell-tale signs he had seen twice before when he had taken her
into a tavern to observe what happened there. And twice had her
dance for him in private, making up in enthusiasm for the dance
and what she had seen before bring herself to orgasm at his
command and begging to be allowed to be a dancer. He was
watching her for signs of excitemene.t To see if being clad in a
dancer's bells and having a man look upon her was enough to
start the slave heat and set the juices flowing within her.
04/05/26 08:31:02 am)
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
...Merchant of Love...: She knelt, nostrils flaring slightly as
she inhaled your scent, your presence, your Masculinity as it
began to invade her olfactory senses, your very proximity
starting to slowly permeate through her as she knelt, felt the
weight of silence slowly descend upon her, pressing down more
keenly with each wordless ihn. The slave knew that silence could
be a weapon of course, or a tool, one used in the training and
discipline of slaves, for it was not a weapon unique to Men,
women too could wield silence, Ydril ze Omun had done so often,
to slaves, and now Yana found herself on the other end, knelt,
the only sound that of her breathing, it quickening slightly as
she felt heat of your gaze upon her, wondered if silence equated
to displeasure, for she knew that she was not a trained pleasure
slave, far, far from it, was worth mere copper if auctioned nude
from the block, but she recalled the conversation that we had
had at the Fair, one of the conversations, the one where we had
spoken of the Merchant's fear, that of failure, and through the
Lady Merchant was no more such fears did not end with her, but
manifested themselves in the nude blonde that knelt at your
feet, lips adorned with slave rouge trembling almost
imperceptibly as she knelt under hear of your gaze, knelt under
crushing weight of silence.
Teeth, then, caught those glossed lips, the slave willing
herself to be still, to contain the tremble that rippled through
her as she felt her own body lay her bare before you, not just
her flesh, for that was already exposed, but what lay beneath,
the gamut of thoughts that tumbled about in her head, the
emotions that ahd been ignited the day that she had knelt and
said the words that could not be unsaid, la kajira....honor had
sent her into the circle, honor and the allure of your words,
the promise of that which she sought, a place in this world. On
her knees. Knees that now found extra fractions of hort to part
as you looked upon her, nipples stiffening to tautness, breath
seeming to catch in her throat as
she....felt...your....Presence...in every facet of her, those
feelings starting to manifest themselves visibly as she fought
to stay still under heat of your gaze...heat of her Master's
gaze...memories of those moments at the Fair screaming now to be
heard.
(04/05/26 08:32:43 am)
Sinnabun
Property of the House of Lycus
Second Girl
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
...Merchant of Love..., YanaProperty of the Hous:
Kneeling at the side of the room, I watch Yana entering the
hall, frowning slightly before I force a neutral expression on
my face again. Our master spends much time with her ... more
than usual for a freshly enslaved beauty.
Spreading my knees more widely, I wonder whether it was a good
idea to treat the blonde the way I did.
04/05/26 08:47:53 am)
...Merchant of Love...
For a sense of sensuality Or an opulance thereof, Patronize the
house of Marcus Lycus,
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
YanaProperty of the Hous: He saw her struggling to stillness but
saw this not as a sign of weakness or a loss of control. Rather,
it was a sign of the truth coming to the surface. Not a truth to
be but a truth to herself. She had spoken of fear of failure to
him at the fair, but he thinks there is another fear there as
well. The last remnant of what was Ydril ze Omun that fears not
being a slave but fearing to enjoy being a slave. In the heat of
the moment Yana had geed to dance and be trained as a dancer. To
move as women did to ensnare the hearts of men and women alike.
He knew seeing the dancers had awakened something in her. A
desire just not to please but to be one who pleased in that
manner. And now kneeling before her Master she did not want to
freeze and await his orders passively like a statue.
She yearned to move!
He finally nodded approval and smiled down to her.
"Well done, Yana. A fine entrance and pose. Now... Table." he
said softly, ordering a change of position. "Facing away from
me."
(04/05/26 08:59:04 am)
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
...Merchant of Love...: The silence lingered...each beat of her
heart marking its passage, each ihn another tester she struggled
to maintain her composure...you were seared into her mind
You.
From first meeting at the Fair, when dinner plans had been
discussed....to the events that proceeded the most recent Fair,
the Fair itself, and the days afterwards...she remembered how
Ydril had spoken your name with ease, how it had tumbled from
her lips...she ached now not to speak it as Ydril had done but
rather to cry out 'Master!'
For you had taken possession of more than just her body the day
that you had won the wager. You owned her mind as well, her
soul. Had taken her on a new path, one that she had gone to
meticoulous lengths to avoid hitherto. Why, then, had she
entered so recklessly into wager with you Marcus Lycus?
Was it because she had hoped to lose? The miscalculation in the
opening moves. Had that been her subconscious at work?
And then....then...you shattered silence, not with roar but with
smile and gentle words, words that brought blush to rouged
cheeks. as you offered praise. She had not been found
displeasing. "Yes, Master. Thank you Master." She moved then, on
her knees, adjusting her position as commanded, the bells about
her left ankle chiming softly, the bracelets on her wrists
shifting, sliding down to where hand met wrist as she knelt with
her backside facing you, she suddenly feeling incredibly
vulnerable as she placed her arms to the floor and spread her
knees wide apart, adjusting her back so that it was curved
slightly, bare breasts now depending down from her body, she
unable to see you behind her.
(04/05/26 09:07:41 am)
...Merchant of Love...
For a sense of sensuality Or an opulance thereof, Patronize the
house of Marcus Lycus,
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
YanaProperty of the Hous: The position he chose next was done so
with care. Table was perhaps greater than Nadu in allowing a
Master to make use of his property, as it exposed the ass and
quim of the beast and put its mouth in a likewise ideal position
depending on the whims of the Master at the moment. Too, the
breasts of the beasts swinging underneath them made them
accessible to viewing and touching. And facing away from her
Master, Yana could be all the more aware of his gaze upon her
most sensitive parts. Parts he had not yet taken advantage due
to his as of yet putting her on the Slave Wine. That would come
in time, of course.. But for now it pleased him to tease her and
test her natural reactions before crossing that barrier.
"Good," He said after perhaps an ehn of examination. "Go fetch
me a glass of red wine, then return and serve it to me in the
Northern fashion," he ordered, with the soft smile still on his
lips.
(04/05/26 09:16:28 am)
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
...Merchant of Love...: Again the slave held position under heat
of gaze, she visibly trembling, acutely aware of how exposed she
was, displayed, fully, to your eyes, utterly
Helpless.
You could do with her as you wished...you could do that at any
time of course, but here, now, in the Great Hall, her backside
presented to you along with the delights that lay at the base of
her belly, delights that belonged to you....how the World had
changed for her since those days just before the Fair as she
knelt...muscles taut...listening...for next command, while at
same time anticipating something else...your touch...but it was
your voice that came next
"Yes, Master. Red wine, Master." She repeated your instruction,
the words tumbling from painted lips, a slave's lips, a slut's
lips, for that was what she was....the memory of the first time
you had called her that's eared into mind as keenly as brand
marked flesh...as she rose, her hands running up her thighs as
she did so, she then turning to face you, trying to recall what
the Mistress had taught her about standing before a Man, the
slave trying to appear....not relaxed...but not stiff
either...rather...lithe, supple, her bare tits rising and
falling as she completed the confirmation of the order. "Served
in the Northern fashion. Yes Master." She nodded, and then was
in motion again, hips swaying as bare feet carried her away from
you towards a side table that contained wine, goblets, other
things, the bells around her ankle announcing her movements,
affording her no place to hide as she moved, she who had once
been Ydril ze Omun ordered to serve for the first time.
#Post#: 734--------------------------------------------------
Re: Yana's First Serve to her Master
DIR By: Marcus Lycus
Date: April 5, 2026, 5:09 pm
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(04/05/26 09:21:50 am)
...Merchant of Love...
For a sense of sensuality Or an opulance thereof, Patronize the
house of Marcus Lycus,
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
YanaProperty of the Hous, Sinnabun Property of t: As Marcus
leaned back on his great chair overlooking the hall where he
conducted most of his business, he threw a glance to Sinnabun as
she kneeled in one of the alcoves awaiting orders or prospective
visitors to enter the Hall. She had progressed far since coming
into his service and proven the most steadfast of his followers.
Only her insistence that she was more worthy of a supporting
role had prevented her from ascending to the rank of First Girl
among his overseers. That and an over fondness for punishing
those girls she feared rising higher in his favor. A bit of
competition among slaves was to be expected, but Sinnabun took
the success of her fellow girls as an attempt to show her up
rather than a reflection of her own talents as a teacher. Still,
there were none better when it came to breaking up such
squabbling and he favored her with a smile and nod before he
returned to watching Yana prepare his drink.
(04/05/26 09:23:02 am)
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
...Merchant of Love...: Those bare feet carried her forwards
then....she thought that she saw Sinnabun, out of the corner of
her eye, the second girl kneeling, but neither look nor words
were exchanged....the slave Yana had been given command, now
moved through the Hall that she had come to as a stranger, a
place that now defined Gor for her, a place where she had been
given that which she sought as she walked, bare ass cheeks
moving from side to side, each step pronounced, done as though
you were watching her, as though your eyes burned into her back,
appraising, judging, even although she knew not whether you were
even looking or were instead busy with matters of business, such
being of far more importance than simply watching a naked
branded kajira move to the table where bottles sat.
And there it was. The fine red kalana from the vineyards around
Torcadino. The slave well recalled the last time this wine had
been spoken of, the circumstances, how Ydril had ordered a glass
to be fetched, how you ahd even allowed her to finish that glass
before the collar encircled her throat. She had not done so, had
placed it down half drunk, declaring herself ready, a lie that
had been for could one ever really be ready for enslavement? But
she had seen no point delaying the inevitable, could no more
have prevented what would follow than she could have stood on
Thassa's shores and halted the waves.
(04/05/26 09:25:12 am)
Sinnabun
Property of the House of Lycus
Second Girl
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
...Merchant of Love...:
Basking in the smile of my master, I sit back on my heels and
enjoy this sign of favour before I speak up. "Master, may I
leave? The kitchen master required my help in the kitchen."
(04/05/26 09:29:50 am)
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
...Merchant of Love...: Different cups....some suited for
Masters, others for Mistresses...some intricate, some less
so...what was your taste, Master? She thought you one who
favoured the finer things yet you were not a boastful man....you
screwed yourself with purpose, assurance, confidence. And you
were a Man of your word. And so the slave chose not some
ostentatious cup inset with enough jewels to buy an Ubara,
instead selected one that she thought was a Slaver's cup, one
that was wrought of silver, perhaps Tharna, where Ydril had one
sought to plot and scheme, the silver carrying motifs upon its
surface, figures, Men, women, the women in chains, the Mene
standing over them, they clearly yielding...aye, this was a
Slaver's cup she thought as she carefully poured the wine,
noting that this was a fresh bottle, not the one that Ydril had
drunk of that, like her, likely gone, consumed within the House
of Lycus.
(04/05/26 09:31:05 am)
...Merchant of Love...
For a sense of sensuality Or an opulance thereof, Patronize the
house of Marcus Lycus,
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
YanaProperty of the Hous, Sinnabun Property of t: I nod to
Sinnabun and motion her away with a wink. Doubtless she's going
to make life difficult for the Kitchen Girls, whom she is
responsible for as Seneschal of the House and Guest Quarters.
With that done, I turn my attentions back to Yana as he
approaches.
Indeed, he did watch as her toned buttocks bounced with every
step in tune to the jingle of the slave bracelets and anklets.
She was not dancing, true, but there was a grace to her
movements that the bells pronounced - a fine music that would be
set well to any drum beat, if only the fast beating of a slave's
heart.
(04/05/26 09:41:16 am)
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
...Merchant of Love...: The cup filled, the naked kajira clasped
it in both hands, turned then, pivoting on heel, to once again
face you. Serve in the Northern fashion. That had been your
command. She had spent some time in the Northern fashion, in the
Hall of the High Jarl Kael Varron, had watched northern bonds
serve, often she the only Free Woman in the room.
And so she took deep breath now, moved towards you, sure footed,
the goblet held in one hand, the brackelts and baubles that were
on the other sliding down her wrist until they came together,
they, along with the slave could providing accompaniment to her
her as she moved towards you, heartbeat increasing with every
step taken until it was so loud it was like a drum pounding in
her head, one that you must surely hear, one that you must know
you made best girl this, it beating so hard that she thought
that it would burst out of her chest as she approached you, eyes
on you, those vivid orbs of deep blue attaching for the steel
grey, the same steel grey that had faced her across the kaissa
board, the sound of the bells adding to its cacophony inside her
head with every step as she drew closer to you, he who owned
her, he who had collared her, he who had branded her....
Closer she came...closer...the scent of her slave perfume
drifting from her as she approached where you sat...recalling
how those Northern bonds had served in Kael's Hall as she did
not stop before you and sink to her knees....
No, instead the red silk slave moved straight up to you, her
rouged lips parted, teeth gnawing on lower one, her body now
smouldering with raw wantonness as she shamelessly pressed
herself against you, feeling you, against her skin, as she had
done at the Fair, when you had toyed with her hair, her lips a
hort from you, eyes gazing into yours as she held up the goblet,
the hand that clutched it trembling slightly, her breath a warm
sultry caress on your skin as she whispered.
"Red wine, Master. From the vineyards of Torcadino. The finest
vintage in the House. Yana hopes that it is to Master's
liking..."
(04/05/26 09:52:58 am)
...Merchant of Love...
For a sense of sensuality Or an opulance thereof, Patronize the
house of Marcus Lycus,
Marcus Lycus
--- Caste of Slavers---
.:|The House of Lycus|:.
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
YanaProperty of the Hous: His arm can around her waist in that
moment, dexterous hand briefly gripping her bared buttock,
holding her lest she collapse upon him as he took the offered
goblet and fixed her with a smile even as her gaze met his. He
sipped it boldly, savoring the wine even as his eyes met hers,
seeming to bore into the soul he now claimed along with her
body. Could he see the effect he had on her? Could he smell her
heat even with the slave perfume overwhelming him at this
distance? Could he hear the drum beat urging her on within her
heart?
Perhaps? Perhaps not. Perhaps he had merely seen these symptoms
in all the other women he'd claimed over the years. Or perhaps
he merely guessed at the cause if not the symptoms? In the end,
it mattered little. For his thoughts were not hers to guess at
or reason. Only to obey. And Marcus Lycus, for all his powers of
observation, could not read the mind of the slave Yana.
But he could see her desire to please, born not of fear but of
honest lust for him. And that.... that pleased him far more than
the most perfect serve executed out of fear of the lash.
He smiled once the goblet was drained and offered it back to
her. "A fine vintage and a fine serve, Yana. You are progressing
well. Now take, this by the kitchen to be cleaned and then
report to Felicia in the training room. I've hired a Singer for
the afternoon that you may begin training as a dancer." There
was a gleam in his eye as he winked and gave her backside a
teasing slap. "Now be off, with you! I'll not have an ehn of my
money wasted."
(04/05/26 09:58:04 am)
Yana
Property of the House of Lycus
Restricted to the House
.:|MPG|:.:|PoD|:.
House of Lycus - Great Hall
-=is somewhere within, visiting or conducting business in the
Great Hall of the House of Lycus.=-
...Merchant of Love...: She lingered...close...the bounces to
brush of hand across bare ass causing her to wriggle, squirm as
you drunk the wine in silence, your thoughts hidden within your
mind, for you were far to well skilled at your Caste to allow
any hint of them to be discerned as you finished the wine,
handed the goblet back to her, she initially trying to seriously
disappointment when you told her that she was to take leave of
your presence, though lips then parted in bright smile that
shone in eyes as well as you told her why.
"Yes, Master!" the slave said happily, taking the goblet before
your wink and slap to her ass sent her on her way....
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