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Breaking a pet

He gasped, and Kaura smirked, bobbing once more before she felt him grab her hair tightly, painfully tight, forcing her down onto his length. It shoved all the way down her throat, further than she had taken it before, and her eyes watered as she fought the gag. He pulled back, and she gasped as he thrust in once again, his rod pounding the back of her throat painfully as she whimpered, but didn't release her spell just yet.

Just a few pumps, and he was cumming, shooting his load directly into her mouth as he grunted and trembled. He pulled back, a slight bit of his cum emptying into her mouth as he panted hard, and Kaura stared forward in pure shock. He was always so controled... Was this what happened when he lost it?

In a moment he jerked back, stumbling from the strain the magical orgasm had put him through, and Kaua stared at him, unable to think of what to say for a second, before his eyes narrowed. She released her spell, but not her magic. It frightened her, seeing him like this, and she simply stared with wide eyes, glowing in the dim light, as he passed a hand over his ring and cut off her air. She tried to gasp, but quickly sank back, clearing her face of any sign of emotion as she calmly nodded. Inside she was still a torent of emotions, as she suspected he was... It hadn't occured to her as she knew it might be to him then... If she could cause so much pleasure, how far could she go the other way?
 
He was once more impressed at her reserve, but mostly he was looking for recognition that she understood. Her stoicism would work well for endurance, but what if the Master was looking for a reaction? He'd bring that up at the appropriate time.

Instead, he held her gaze for a few more moments, to make sure she had the point, and then cancelled the constriction. "Slave..." he began, then paused. He said very softly, "Kaura..." Then he shook his head and continued in a normal tone. "...It's not that it was a bad sensation. It was... completely unique, in my experience. I've been doing this a long, long time, and no one, ever, in any context, has given me pleasure like that. I completely lost control, you may have noticed."

He sighed. "This is a very powerful thing. And that makes it dangerous. I'm serious when I say you don't know what a Master might do. Most men and women who buy pleasure slaves do it because they want control. What you just did, that takes control away. That could be very bad, if they see you as a threat of some kind."

"But what you have is powerful, as I said. Too powerful to ignore. The trick is to use it sparingly. Secretly. We're going to have to work on that a bit." He paused, and cocked his head at her. "I wouldn't suppose you're any stranger to using your magic secretly, are you?"

<pause for reaction before we head up top again>
 
He held her contrstriction for a bit, until she trembled from lack of air, and when he released she gasped, shook, and wanted desperately to shrink away. The comforting way he spoke her name, if softly, reassured her some, but she was still frightened, a fact she didn't even try to hide.

He explained, and she nodded, trying not to look away. "It is easier to supress sensation then amplify it." She told him, "I'm sorry, I only meant to make it a little better... Not..." She swallowed as she trailed off, lowering her eyes to the floor. "I know how to use my powers discretely, as long as my eyes are hidden." She mumbled the last part, hoping he wouldn't start watching her eyes when around the other girls.

She couldn't help but to rub her throat, sore inside and out now. She trembled slightly again, remebering how he acted out of control. She didn't want to use her magic now... Not if that was the result. "Can I..." She whispered, "Just not use it at all.. I don't want touse too much and..." She trailed off, looking down yet again. "Please Master, I promise I wont do it again."
 
He reached out and stroked her face, a gentle gesture, almost an apology. "The magic is a part of you. Would you ask the wolf not to hunt, or the hawk not to fly? I'm sorry I was surprised; you can be sure I'll be better-prepared the next time."

"I know you meant to do something good, to arouse me, excite me. Well, it worked, obviously, but I wasn't prepared for it. And although you're instinctively talented, you don't have the experience to take what I gave you, not yet. So I should apologize for pushing you too hard too early. But it was motivated well. There's nothing to forgive you for, but we must teach you subtlety."

"I don't want you to not use your magic. It's a part of you, and you can use it to your advantage. But you need to use it sparingly, and with greater control. If you manage it, you'll have any man or woman wrapped around your finger. But use it inadvisedly, and you could be put to death by the wrong Master. I wouldn't want that; I do like you, after all." He smiled, and chucked her gently under the chin.

"Come..." he untied her leash and motioned up the aisle, to the far staircase. "Let's finish the tour back in my cabin. I'm famished for lunch, and we can start training you on some things you don't actually know quite yet."
 
He stroked her, gently, and she closed her eyes for a moment, sighing softly as he ran his fingers across her smooth skin, and sighed softly when he seemed to decide that she would, in fact, use her magic again. She nodded, reluctantly.

It made sense, she supposed. If she leaned how to use her magic discreetely it would raise her selling price yet again, perhaps even double... Of course then he would want her trained, anyone would. Now she regreted ever having shown him, her intentions were to tempt just him, make just him crave her magic-laced touches. Instead, now, it seemed that would just be another thing added to her buying price.

He untied her, and she placed her palms on the floor, looking up when he mentioned food. She was hungry as well... Very hungry. She gave him a timid smile, before waiting for him to move so she could follow along, not wanting to appear as though she were trying to lead him.
 
Janek led her through the stores and back up to the top deck. They spent a little bit of time right at the prow of the boat, looking forward across the endless ocean ahead, watching the ship surge through the waves. He allowed her to stand up and stand at the rail, encouraging her to let the water splash on her, to feel the joy of it. It was one of those times he liked to share the simple pleasure of existence with her. Even in the bondage of slavery, he always thought, one could appreciate beauty when one experienced it.

But it was back to all fours when he led her back to the cabin. After he closed the door, he led her back over to the rings on the floor, but this time he had her stand facing out toward the rest of the cabin. There was still space behind her, but she faced the open area. He knelt and began to lash her ankles to the attachment points that had held her wrists. He spoke to her while he worked.

"As a pleasure slave, there are a number of things you're going to have to get used to. One of them is bondage. We've done some of this already, but the more you can get used to having your movements restrained, or your limbs immobilized, the easier you'll have it when your Master puts you through your paces."

He finished with her ankles and moved behind her. Taking her arms, he lashed her wrists together at the small of her back. Then he went and found a line, and fed it over the rafter that was above the area she was in. A little groove had been cut in the rafter, and it was worn smooth by rubbing of ropes just like this one. He fed it over and attached one end to her wrists. Then he took the other and attached it to a small winch. With a quick few turns of the winch, he drew the line tight, and kept drawing. Her wrists were pulled up behind her, and eventually, to keep her arms from hurting, she had to bend over at the waist, leaning forward with her shoulders aching as her arms got dragged higher. Finally, he stopped, and locked the winch in place. She was stretched out, her feet tied down, her arms winched up high behind her, her torso almost horizontal. She could crane her neck around and look at Janek.

"I'll be back soon," he said, smiling gently. "Just try and relax, learn to endure. I'm sure your magic will help, but we can talk about that after i return." With that, he left the cabin to go claim some lunch. She wouldn't be needing any; the collar would keep her alive and healthy, even if she could feel hunger. Eventually, the hunger would be pervasive enough, he'd be able to use the promise of food to motivate just about anything. But that wouldn't be several days yet. He had time.
 
They moved updeck, Kaura's stomach twisting nerviously at the thought of him trying to gain control of what she could barely manage, it was downright frightening. How could a human plan to teach her how to use her powers.

But she brightened considerably when he allowed her to stand by the railing of the ship, the satly water splashing onto her in a fine mist as she closed her eyes and smiled. It held enough of a chill to make her shiver in the cold air, before he lightly pulled her away again, and she crawled from the beautiful ocean back to his cabin.

It seemed so confined in here next to the vastness of the ocean, she had to sigh slightly, wishing she could return outside, even if it revealed her body to the men of the crew...

She found her confinement only got worst as he bound her feet to the deck, he bound her hands behind her back, and then stretched them up. She whimpered softly as he cinched her up, each turn drawing her up more, and it made her arms burn.

And he left, with a quick jab about her magic, leaving her bent at the waist, already groaning unhappily, and giving him a dark look as he left. What did this man know about magic? If she tried to soften her own pain it could end badly... It was never wise to mess with your own nerve endings...
 
He did his tour of the ship on his own. This time he checked more directly with each of the trainers, even taking the time to bring one of the slavegirls off manually himself. He accepted just a few licks and a suck as thanks, not even feeling up to getting fully hard; his own charge had drained him quite well for one morning.

He consulted with the navigator, and made sure their leisurely course would take at least the required amount of time to get back to their home port. Then he went down to the galley. He got himself a full meal; a plate of hardtack biscuits and dried meat and an apple from the fresh stores, then poured himself a large mug of grog and took it all back to his cabin. Entering, he pulled up a stool and sat right in front of Kaura and started to eat.

Between bites, he nodded to her. "How's the shoulders? They tend to stretch and loosen as your body gets used to the position. Some people get pain in the elbows more than the shoulders. Sometimes the knees. But then having them straight is probably a good change for you, I suspect, after the morning you've had." He took another bite of the dense, dry biscuit and washed it down with the rum-seasoned water. "Incidentally, you've been careful with your mode of address all morning. I'm willing to consider it lesson learned and allow you to walk like a person again, provided you keep that up."

His tone was conversational, casual, but despite appearances, he was in no way casual about what he was doing; the whole thing was as much a test and lesson as it was actual conversation (which it was). Everything could be some sort of lesson, even if it was just one of endurance, and on this ship, most everything was.
 
He just left, and Kaura gritted her teeth in pain. Minutes passed, more than that, and it felt as though hours to Kaura. She groaned in pain, squirming to find a comfortable position before realizing any shift only made the burning worst.

Finally he returned, a large plate of food and mug of water in hand. Her stomach screamed for some, but she guessed him bringing it there now meant that he wished to taunt her with it. He sat on a stool, right before her, and began eating. It took all her will not to ask for a bite, forcing herself to look into his eyes meekly instead of at his plate.

"My shoulders ache, some, but I will endure and be very careful with my words from now on, Captain." She said, her tone even and quiet with only a bite of pain, well suited for a slave. She could tell he wanted to make this seem as... Normal... As possible with pleasant and casual seemed conversation, so she continued on, forcing a smile. "The ocean is magnificent, I never imagined it to be so expansive... If I am good, may I see it often, Captain?"
 
He nodded, "Yes, you may! We actually have... you know, I'll just let that be a surprise, actually. But yes, you can see the ocean; you'll hardly be able to avoid it." He bit into some jerky, and as he chewed the tough dried meat, he regarded her carefully.

"I think I need to talk to you about bondage and pain." He paused to take a sip and gather his thoughts. "I'm sure you believe you know all about it. Bondage is just restraint, keeping you from moving by one means or another, and pain is something to be endured when someone inflicts it upon you. But what you may not comprehend is the reasoning behind it for a pleasure slave."

"If you were enduring either in regular life, it would be something to just be tolerated, endured, maybe try to escape, when the situation warranted it. Such as when you weren't on the ocean, out of sight of any land." He almost chuckled, but focused on his lesson. "With a normal person, bondage is just restraint, and pain is usually just punishment. Punishment, or a means to obtain something, such as when a soldier is tortured for information. But with a pleasure slave, there is an added option. A pleasure slave may be bound and tormented for the simple fact that it gives her Master pleasure to see her restrained as such."

"Consider: the Master has spent considerable money on a pleasure slave; he's not going to want to waste that investment by damaging the girl out of hand. So if he risks it through pain, it is obviously to get a specific reaction. And the reason this is significant is, if one uses regular-life thinking to endure the pain, one actually risks suffering longer because of it." He paused. "This is all under the premise of 'pleasing your Master,' you see. The basic theory of that remains sound: the better you please your Master, the easier time of it you will have, ultimately. This extends not only to sexual performance, but also the performance of suffering. And trust me, for most pleasure slaves, it is indeed usually a performance." He sipped again, and waited for her reaction.
 
Hewr stomach twisted at the 'surprise', wonderungwhat that could be. She wanted it to be a reward, a treat of some kind, but her better judgement kept her from hoping for that much. No... She'd have to assume it was another form of torture.

Like he was discribing here, acting. "So..." She started, still thinking over what he said. "The goal of a sex slave is to fulfill fantacies, even if they are not truely reached under the threat of harm to ourselfs, Captain?" She questioned, "Do you mean that we moan in.... Sex." Her voice dropped for a moment, and she had to shake away a blush. It seems to her that one morning of sex was not enought to completely brush off her embarassment, but she picked up right away. "And scream and cry in torture, even if there is little reason to?" She finishedm shifting her feet slightly so she could watch him carefully. "If I might ask, Captain... You do not wish me to use my magic openly, do not wish me to carry myself as an elf, to speak as one, to react to Masters like one... Why buy an Elven slave is she is little more than a pointed-eared human girl who wont age?"
 
He considered her words. "I'm not sure it is entirely that goal. You can do that, but it can come back to bite you, in the long run. Ideally, you want to actually be able to enjoy what it is you're doing, and what's being done to you. Ideally, you obey your Master and find pleasure in it. When there's a conflict, you still must obey your Master, and give the impression that you find pleasure in it. But that's not what I'm talking about right here."

"Right here and now, what I'm talking about is, when you are under duress, your instinct is to protect yourself, endure, become stoic. And if you do that to some Masters, they'll just push you harder, until they get the scream they want, until they see the sobbing, until they can watch the agony written on your face. I'm not saying you need to pretend to be a pushover; these sick bastards wouldn't buy that, either. But when it comes to something like this, you need to be able to let it show, what you're dealing with. You can choose to or not, but part of what I have to teach you is when it's appropriate."

"I have to teach you how to accept suffering, because unless you're very unlucky, most 'tortures' your Master will inflict on you will seem lightweight by comparison. But I also have to teach you when it's appropriate to show what you might be suffering through. If you have to embellish, that's your choice. But even then, you need to learn to be a good actress, for the times when you do overplay your hand."

"As for your elven nature... it is indeed an issue. You are indeed an elf, and can speak and carry yourself as one. But you are also a pleasure slave, and will be trained and sold as one. You need to know how to operate as either, at will, and since you already know how to be an elf..." he shrugged. "I actually do want you to use your magic, but I don't want your Masters to know the extent to which you can exert magical influence. If they know how powerfully you can affect pleasure, they'll figure out how powerfully you could inflict pain, as well."

"But you're right; most Masters won't know or care about that. They basically want the status: you're the only elven slave in existence. You're unique! And that makes you valuable in and of itself, regardless of your ears or your immortality." He paused. "I could just sell you right now, no training, and make an immense profit. But you'd be thrown into a world you have no preparation for, and I couldn't do that to you in good conscience."
 
"How can someone enjoy being beaten and violated?" She questioned, tilting her head to give him a quiet contimplative look. "I can learn to tolerate it, to be accustom to it, but I do not believe it is possible to enjoy it." She shook her head in wonder.

She couldn't question his beliefs this soon, not again... If she pushed too hard it would be obvious she was trying to get him to like her. She reminded herself again about being careful, but tyhat did not keep the frightened look from appearing on her face, gazing at her captor with pleading desperation, whether she realized it or not. "And if I do get a master who wants to torture me above what I recieve here?" She asked quietly, "How many centuries will I have to suffer this?"

She shifted again, and gave him an even look at the mention of her magic. "I cannot create sensation, Captain, not without creating a physical cause." She explained, not mentioning that doing so could be quite dangerous for both parties. "I amplify existing sensations in select parts of the body, nothing more. You felt intense pleasure because I was giving you pleasure, so under that logic, I can only give you pain if you are already in pain."

Unique, she wanted to scoff at that word, she looked away though, understanding that his training was actually serving a purpose. Albiet one that she felt was not needed, in a word without slaves, but a porpose none the less. "I will be a good student, Captain." She muttered quietly.
 
"I've been in this business a long time," he said quietly. "Even I am still surprised at what people can learn to enjoy. Both slaves and Masters. After all, when you woke up this morning, did you ever think you would be enjoying the things you have so far today? Besides, it's not always about you, yourself; some things you do in order to bring satisfaction to your Master. Doing that is what brings you joy."

~~~

He shook his head. "I don't have all the answers. I will train you the best I can. If you get an owner who expects more from you, you have the choice to learn the new things, building on what you have already learned, or just try and endure. If you're not a suitable victim, it's unlikely any Master would execute you; you're too valuable. If you cease to be fun to play with, you'll most likely be resold. However, you'd have to put up with what they'd do to you until then. So that's up to you, my dear slave."

~~~

"Certainly you can't be naive enough to think you can't inflict pain just as easily? From what I felt of the pleasure, all it would take would be a little nip, and you could incapacitate a man. Here on the boat, that would do nothing for you, but a Master who knows of your powers would fear them. So you have to keep them secret. But you can still try and use them to enhance your skills, to keep yourself safe. A pleasing slave is a safe slave; she won't be damaged or sold. Your magic can ensure your security, if you use it carefully. That's all I want to do; help you practice using it in ways that don't draw suspicion."

~~~

He finished up his biscuits and jerky and smirked. "If you were really a good student, you'd be calling me other things than just 'Captain' all the time, to keep me thinking you were really converting to the mental paradigm, instead of just doing the minimum necessary to preserve your pride."

He picked up the apple, the last thing on his plate, and paused, looking at her. He closed his mouth, and put the apple on the plate, which he left on the floor, several feet in front of her. He just left it there, all red and still wet from the water it was packed in, and juicy-looking.

"All right. Let's see..." He tightened the winch, wrenching her shoulders more as he lifted her arms. "Yes, they'd relaxed, I thought so. That ought to be a good tightness. All right, we'll start with the softer floggers, and work our way up. The idea is to feel the stinging, but if I lay open your flesh, I'm hitting too hard. That's a lesson for later. Now, this is an endurance lesson; I don't expect you to react any particular way, so if you have to go to your mental safe place, feel free."

"Are you prepared?"
 
Kaura listened quietly as he spoke, trying not to interupt even at parts she didn't quiet understand. Though one thing sparked her interest. "How can I be willing to degrade myself for the pleasure of a Master who I cannot respect?" She questioned. "And how can I respect a man who wishes to only cause me harm?"

He cinched her arms up, and she winced. Both at the increased pressure and his noting of her small defiance. It was a calculated move on her part, and knew eventually he would notice... But so soon? Master she found she used when they were causing each other pleasure, Captain when not, and sir... That was a term for respect, and this man had none of hers. "I am a good student." She whimpered softly. "Please, Captain..."

She swallowed as he discribed the pain she'd be put through, and shivered some. She didn't want to be beaten, but felt helpless, tied to the floor bent in two to keep immobile.
 
He sighed, wearily. "You still seem to think this is about respect. If it was someone you chose to serve, then you should respect him. You might be surprised how many willing servants are out there, sexual or otherwise. But your question has no meaning, because in your position, it's not about choice. You obey and serve because that's what your role is; you were captured, you'll be trained, and sold. A real slave has no choice; that's the whole definition of slavery, really." He got himself ready. "The sooner you get used to that idea, the better you'll survive."

~~~

"I'm sorry, please who?" He wound up, the flogger swishing loudly through the air. He moved behind her, out of her line of sight, so she wouldn't know as easily when and where he was going to strike. "Tell me, do you like apples?" Her attention was inevitably drawn to the apple left almost as an offering on the plate.

SWACK! The first strike of the flogger exploded across her back, a stinging strike. He let the flogger strands slide off her back as he examined the red left behind. "You'll find your skin toughens up over time... you'll get more resistant to this sort of thing." SWACK! This time the strike came across the side of her thigh; the outside.
 
"I can't accept that ideal." She said through gritted teeth, preparing for the first blow. "I am forced to obey, and I will to preserve myself, but I will not enjoy my torture because whoever calls themselves my owner does. I have to respect someone to sacrifice my well being willingly for their enjoyment."

She winced as he spun the flogger, watching him leave her vision as she tensed, preparing. She knew he wanted for her to call him Master now, but that she refused. Same as she refused to answer his question on the apple. She knew it was psycological torture, offering her that... Especially when she did love apples, and her stomach was already growling loudly for a single bite.

"You said captain was acceptable, Captain." She reminded him, the last words turning into a biting scream as the flogger landed on her back. She bit back the second one as pain exploded on her thigh. She could almost see the angry red welt, and gasped for air, tears springing into her eyes as she struggled to find a secluded place in her mind, a refuge from her torment. "Please Captain, no more." She whimpered softly, trying to shut herself in against the burning pain erupting from the welts.
 
"Then don't enjoy it. And don't be willing in your heart. But you are going to have to fake it even more, then, if you want to survive in your new role. Someone who pays the kind of money you're going to bring in isn't going to brook resistance with a good mood. You can make a decent life for yourself, even as a slave, but not with that attitude about it."

~~~

"'Captain' was indeed acceptable, before I knew how obstinate you were going to be about it," he said, rubbing the stripes on her thigh. "And it is still technically correct, which is why you're not back to crawling everywhere. But you and I both know that you're trying to get out of this with your pride intact, and that's just not going to happen."

He slashed the flogger at her again, farther up the back this time, SWACK! "No more? The girls down below, they endured this in their first few hours." SWACK went the flogger on her other thigh. "Are you saying little human girls have more fortitude than an elven woman?" SWACK again on her back, in yet another unmarked spot. "Perhaps it was a mistake to go easy on you, then," he mused before SWACK! flogging her buttocks with a horizontal stroke. "It made you think you can deal with me, like you have some sort of leverage."

He massaged her nether cheeks, feeling the flesh grow hot beneath the welts. "So, do you think that now? Do you think you have leverage? Do you think you deserve special treatment?"
 
"There is no good life as a slave." She growled. "Only degrees of hell." She eyes the apple, sitting on the plate, before looking away. This man knew precicely how to tempt her, likely from years of experience. She knew better than to think he would ever offer her a nibble of his fruit though, not when she had no need of it.

He rubbed her thighs as he spoke, going over where the flogger had landed. The flesh was tender, long welts that almost screamed to his touch, and she jerke slightly against the bindings, biting back against any sound of pain. "I have... Called you Master." She whispered, tensing as he pulled away again.

The strike came with another loud crack, and her body shook against it as she held back a sob. She trembled, both from pain of the physical torture, and from humiliation of his words. "No one... Human or Elf... Deserves to be beaten like this." She panted, yelping loudly as another strike landed on her thighs. She bit her lip against a scream at the pain, and shook her head when he spoke once more. "I have no leverage, Captain." She sobbed, squirming as his hands roamed across her abused ass. "I know..." Her voice turned edged with bitterness, and a part of her knew she would regret her words. "I know there will be no mercy from you. Must cruel and calculated sadism to torment me further."
 
"I have mercy. Mercy isn't the issue here. Neither is sadism. I'm trying to prepare you for your life from here forward. This is a lesson; this isn't even a difficult lesson. Can you really not have developed any pain tolerance in your years in the forest?" He paused, and leaned in to her. "Where you're going, this isn't torture. This is punishment for, say, not cleaning up after breakfast well enough."

He continued to methodically flog her back and thighs and ass. He shook his head at her screams; he really wasn't whipping as hard as he could be. In fact, before the voyage was over, she'd learn how to take canings and whippings much worse than this. The red welts would have faded soon even without the magic of the collar. If she thought this was bad, she had a lot of surprises coming.

When her skin was mostly red, he leaned in from behind her. His fingers found the cleft of her pussy, and unerringly located her clit. Perhaps a few stray edges had come close to striking her tender sex, but nothing had hit directly, so he did not need to be any more careful than usual. He found her sensitive nubbin and began to rub, in that universal way he knew would soon bring a reaction, as he leaned forward and murmured in her ear.

"Who is in control here? You are bound, beaten, in pain, whereas I am free, holding the whip, and able to do as I wish. So, who is the Master in this particular situation? Doesn't matter what you respect, what you willingly do. I'm looking for you to acknowledge the relative positions. Who's the Master, here? Say it."
 
"I have developed pleanty of tolerance." She growled, even as the flogger hit her skin again and again. What she didn't have was understanding. What did he want? Did he want her to stay quiet, to endure silently as he beat her, ro exaderate and scream as each blow? It was easy before but this... Would she dare stay stoic as he beat her, or would that spark harder blows? "I can take anything you have." She finally growled, closing her eyes to concentrate. It might bring her more pain, bleeding, suffering, but she would not be humiliated into submission.... Not like this.

He kept striking her, but in her retreat she just grunted, hrinding her teeth together slightly to stay as silent, as dignified, as possible through this. After all... She was an Elf, and she would show him it took more than a beating to break her will.

But when he leaned over her, his fingers stroking at her clit she tensed, her eyes growing wide as he leaned in to soeak into her ear. She prayed that he wouldn't touch it now, that somehow the memory of its sensitivity had fled his mind. "Y..." She almost said it before she caught herself, in fear of what he could do with the knowledge he had. She tremblied slightly, but held her reserve, retreating back to that place of peace. "I do not believe in masters, this is a human cruelty that Elves will not take part in;." She whispered.
 
He sighed into her ear, still stimulating her clit, his breath hot against the flesh of her delicately curved ear. "Ah... once again, there's that elven pride. You fall back on it, even though it nearly cost you your first pleasant memory of sex, and now it cost you relief." His hand left her sex, and he stepped past her to take the apple. He took a bite, not extra large or small, but normal-sized, and chewed casually. Once he swallowed, he said softly, "that should have been your bite, reward for learning the words to say, even if you didn't believe them. But blame your pride."

He put the apple back down, bite visible to her, but the rest of the apple still ruddy and glistening, now a little bit from her juices, as well as the residual water left on its skin. He crossed the room and came back with a light cane.

"All right. That was to start the process of toughening your skin. This will be a different kind of strike, but still a reasonably light one. Again, the purpose is to introduce you to the sensation. Deal with it as you must." He moved behind her again, and she could hear the swish! swish! of his warming up.
 
She tensed as he spoke, expecting a sever punishment, but when he only sighed, and spoke on her pride, she felt a wash of relief. His hand still played with her exposed clit, sending waves coursing through her, stronger than they should be given the burning sting on her back... But if anything that pain only helped to drive in the pleasure, making it seem all the mor eintanse by comparison... It was unusual, almost frightening to her.

He finally released her, and she sighed, before watching him pick up the apple. She watched him bite it, chew as though she weren't watching every movement of his jaw with longing, and swallow. Her heart sank, and she wondered if he was only saying that to further break her spirit... But what use would that prove? As much as she hated to admit it, she had passed up on a chance for a tiny bit of comfort, all over a title. She hung her head slightly, listening as he retrieved the cane.

She squirmed as he swung it through the air, preparing for the pain. "C... Captain..." She said quietly, curious now about the sensations of before, but unsure how to word her question. "The pain... Of being beaten..... Does it make pleasure more intense?" She asked quietly, her cheeks burning in humiliation as she awaited the strike. "I.. I am just curious."
 
He made a thoughtful noise, and tapped her buttock with the tip of the cane, just as if he were tapping a finger on the table while he considered. Her red welts were nearly faded now, the natural clearing of her skin accelerated by the magic of the collar. All she had left of the flogging was the memory of the pain, but that was quite enough.

"Pain and pleasure are closely linked. You could say they are two sides of the same coin. Frequently the moans and cries created by one can be mistaken for the other... and sometimes for good reason. I have found that, over the course of training, every slavegirl develops an appreciation for how pain can enhance and intertwine with pleasure."

"But some... some find it intensifies things, yes. Some find they actually get more aroused, more heightened. A few can actually climax from the sensation of pain. There's a lot of the slave's world that involves pain, and pleasure slaves often find themselves in situations where their Master enjoys inflicting a bit of pain upon them. Those who enjoy it -- we call them 'masochists' -- actually fare quite well. It's much less of a hardship to submit to something you don't want to do, like punishment, if you derive some pleasure out of it."

"So, yes, if you are so blessed, it can make the pleasure more intense. And it's nothing to be ashamed of; we're all built in certain ways, and this would actually help you." He paused. "Not that it's about you, obviously," he said with a smile in his voice.

Without warning, he swatted her across the buttocks, not a hard strike, but enough to sting for an instant. Then he stroked the tip of the cane between her labia, the smooth, almost polished wood sliding between her lips, caressing her clit gently.
 
She listened quietly to his explination as he tapped her gently with the cane. Each light strike making her tense for a moment, as if half expecting his to pull back without warning and strike her hard.

Pleasure through pain? What an odd concept to her. These humans find such odd ways to torture each other, could they have made such a defense as to actually enjoy the pain? It was mind boggling, unbelievable. And the idea that she was one of these 'masochists' utterly impossible. She was a dignified Elven woman...

Another strike, right across her ass brought out a cry, but before the stinging even faded her had the cane pressed into her, gently rubbing at her clit. The cry quickly melted to a moan, and she rubbed against the wood lightly, grinding it, the waves of pleasure almost startlingly intense next to the brining next a few inches back at her ass. She had to bite her lip to keep any further sound, trembling as she held back the pleasure.
 
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