The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

While po was still recovering I had to be content with my concubine, the father of my first three daughters. yla was slightly older than me and did not have as much energy as po. His was a familiar body, however, and when I sent for him and set eyes on him I realized how long it had been since I had touched him. He knelt at the curtain to my bedroom, holding it back with one hand. The paint on his nipples was brighter than I had remembered and he had rather overdone the peacock effect by striping his arms and legs with blue and yellow paint. I almost laughed, but the desperate look in his eyes made me take pity and remember some of the affection I had for him. I let my eyes linger on his penis. Even half-aroused it was relatively large.

“Speak,” I ordered.

“Master, it is your adoring concubine that kneels at your command. Please let me enter.”

“Come in, yla, come and sit at the table with me.”

He rose and came to kneel at the table. I had asked the kitchen for an aphrodisiac brunch and they had not failed me: fruits shaped like sexual organs, dates and honey, and kaprik herb for stamina. Just looking at the brunch while waiting for yla’s arrival had started to turn me on.

“Please, Master, let me feed you.”

I nodded my assent and let him insert fruit into my mouth. His fingers lingered at my lips and I licked gently at them. He raised an eyebrow at me and I nodded again, allowing him to eat with me. With each bite of fruit and each kiss of his fingers I could feel myself warm up to him again.

It is difficult for a Whetstone to develop intimate relations with a concubine. There are too many other men to distract her and too many other concubines to train. yla was my mother’s concubine’s youngest brother and I had grown up with him in our household. My mother had trained him to be a concubine for a village Mauyl but she had died a few years later and her family had not wanted to keep yla. They offered to return him and my mother turned him over to me. It had been odd to see him after four or five years with the Mauyl. He had turned into a peacock, which is what most Mauyls want of their concubines. I put up with his strut and tease because he was handsome and able to bring me to orgasm. Three children later I replaced him with po. yla’s role changed to that of an entertainer when I had rowdy guests. He didn’t seem to mind, but today I could see lines on his face that I hadn’t seen, perhaps hadn’t noticed, before.

I sighed and his lips pouted.

“Don’t you like the fruit?” he asked, “I’ll have the kitchen staff whipped!”

I laughed and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Enough of this play of seduction, yla. I need what you can give me.”

I laid back among the pillow and closed my eyes. He took his cue and untied my clothes. I could feel his soft hands caress my shoulders and his lips kiss my forehead.

“Sweet Master, what can I give you? I know today is my chance to prove to you that I am still capable. What do you want me to be capable of?”

I could hear his lament at his loneliness behind the jest and I resolved to whet him at the next opportunity. He had to accept that he was aging, as everyone does, and that time is cruel to all concubines.

“Are you capable of raising your sword?” I teased.

He kissed my cheek and guided my left hand toward his penis. I could feel it was hard and warm and I embraced it with my hand.

“And are you capable of wielding that sword?”

“Just as an old warrior wields her sword with the skills a novice cannot hope to mimic.”

He had undone my clothing and was letting his hands roam as he continued to kiss every minute part of my face. My eyelids, my eyebrows, my chin. It was relaxing.

“Well, stop crowing about it and demonstrate your skill, my concubine.” I opened my eyes and saw him staring back, laughter but with a hint of sadness. He quickly lowered them and managed to blush, which I personally think is a skill all concubines work at. His hands slid between my legs and I opened them, letting my peacock woo me.

A finger slid into me and I moaned quietly. It slid out and rubbed my wetness around my clit. I arched my back into the sensation and closed my eyes again. yla’s breath was quiet in my ear but quickened as I started moving my hand back and forth on his penis. He own wetness soon was spread along his shaft and I grasped his balls gently, pulling him toward me. I let go and with one hand he guided himself into me as he supported himself with the other. I raised my hips to meet him and his penis slid in smoothly, filling me. I relaxed back into the pillows, allowing him to do all the work.

“Master, I love you,” he whispered as he moved in and out of me.

“Shhh, yla. No wordplay now. Your Master wants to focus on how good you make her feel.”

His body tensed and he slowed his stroke, letting the head of his penis pause at my entrance before each thrust. I contracted my muscles around him for more pleasure and lifted my feet to press the heels into him just under his buttocks. I used my heels to guide his speed and strength of thrust. He was steady and strong, able to last forever until I came.

The room was silent except for our breathing and my whole being focused on the friction between us. The sunlight shifted, lighting across yla’s painted shoulders, then falling away again. The almost-tickling heat was building up in me between my legs and I started urging him with my ankles to speed up and push harder. Finally I came. The day had gone on without me and I was exhausted. I looked up at yla as he waited for my permission to orgasm, still moving his hips against mine.

“You may come, yla,” I whispered.

He groaned and I felt his penis convulse in me. Would it bring another child? A girl to free Gaen to follow her own path? I wondered if I was too old to bear another. Still he was on his hands above me, waiting for my signal. I kissed him on the lips and pressed my hands against his back, letting him lie on top of me for a moment as his penis started to shrink inside me.

“Master, may I say something?” he whispered into my neck.

“Speak, yla.”

“Please don’t send me away again, Master. Let me at least serve as your personal slave, even if you no longer want me as your concubine.”

I looked at the ceiling and suppressed a sigh. Men are so weak of mind and character, despite their physical strength. I reminded myself again to whet him when I had a chance. I pushed him to my left and turned him away from me, embracing him from the back and cuddling him like I would a daughter.

“ael is serving me, as you well know,” I began feebly.

“But ael will be moving with Gaen when she has her own room,” he reminded me, “and ona has left with Ketch. Who will take care of you?”

“If you know so much, then you also know that two new slaves will be arriving in a few moons. Their owners are ready for their training to go to the next level.”

“Third or fourth whetting?” yla asked curiously.

“None of your business, concubine,” I said curtly. But I hugged his shoulder to show I wasn’t really mad.

“At least let me serve you ‘til then, Master. Until po is better. Please.”

I could hear the desperation in his voice.

“Why is it so important to you, yla? Why don’t you just relax into semi-retirement?”

He snorted, “If you don’t understand then I can’t explain it to you.”

I rolled my eyes at his back in exasperation.

“yla, really, you’re behaving like a child. Look at all these things you have: food and shelter, paints to decorate yourself with, your own sons to play with. Just as I promised, I have not sold either of them, nor castrated them.”

“You’re just waiting ‘til I’m senile or dead.”

He was partly right. They were both fine enough that a woman would want them as concubines, so I had no desire to castrate them. But they were also fine enough that a woman would pay a nice price for either. Or both. I could not answer him without lying, so I changed the subject.

“With these things I’ve given you, why are you so angry with me?”

“Why don’t you understand, Kapra,” using my name in his anger and fear, “I have given you the best years of my life, asking nothing in return. As grateful as I am for my sons and my life I want more from you. Your love. Can’t you let me serve you, try to make you love me?”

“I do not love you. Nor do I love po, nor any other man. I cannot, as Whetstone. You have grown up in this household. You know my mother did not love your brother. You have seen with your own eyes how I train each man and boy and send him away again. It is not possible for me to love a man. It would be easier for both of us if you did not serve me. Neither of us would be happy seeing such sadness in your eyes every morning.”

He was silent. I was silent. The dusk was gathering and soon it would be time for dinner. My tummy growled at the thought and we both giggled.

“Is that your stomach’s final verdict?” he asked in mock seriousness.

“Your Master’s final verdict has not been decided yet. You, concubine, must think about two options: either I whet you to accept your fate or I sell you to a woman who may be capable of loving you. Every woman and man needs love. I thought your love for your boys would be enough but it obviously isn’t. You need a woman to devote yourself to. A woman who will accept your worship and return that devotion. You are handsome and talented enough to compete even with younger men for the role of head concubine and you know you would always be welcome back.”

“There is no third option, Master?” he asked softly. I could hardly hear him.

“No, yla, there is no third option. You and I will think on it and speak again in a few days. Now get us dinner. We can eat together with Gaen and ael.”

“Master,” he said as he slowly rose from the pillows, “I am heartbroken.”

“Concubine, I am truly sorry.”

He turned and knelt and tied up my clothing. I kissed him on the cheek before he left to get us dinner. There was fruit and honey left from the brunch and I snacked on that while I waited. I couldn’t believe how hungry I was.

ael entered with a torch and lit the wall sconces in the room. As he left Gaen entered and sat at the table across from me. The firelight danced in her eyes and she smiled at me.

“When will you tell me what you and your concubine do together?” she asked with a sly grin.

“Daughter, I cannot tell you until your blood cycle starts. You know that very well.”

“Can I make some guesses? And then you can nod your head when I guess right!”

I smirked at her.

“You are still a young girl. Who have you been talking to that you think you know what we do? I can tell you they are probably telling you lies.”

I threw a piece of fruit at her. She ducked her head, still smiling, as ael and yla re-entered, bringing food for all of us. They placed the food on the table and ael kneeled next to Gaen but looked in my direction.

“Speak, ael.”

“Master, your daughters Kali and Paul would like to join you,” he said.

“Yes, let them. There is room for all of us.”

ael left to get them and yla kneeled by my side. He reached for a date but I put a hand on his arm to stop him. “I’ll wait for my daughters, thank you.”

Gaen lifted an eyebrow at me after studying yla’s face for a moment. He had taken the time to reapply his paint and refresh himself. I shook my head at her to keep her quiet.

“Gaen, sweetheart, have you been to see po today?” I asked. I could feel yla tense beside me. I wasn’t trying to hurt his feelings, though.

She shook her head, “No, mom, the cook said he would live but no one is allowed to see him. Unless you feel that whetting him would help.”

“Is he even conscious?”

“She said he goes in and out. Sometimes babbling in his sleep, sometimes awake and recognizing people, but sleeping quietly, mostly. She said he needs rest to recover. His few broken bones have been set and she thinks that if he lives he’ll be able to walk just fine. She doubts he’ll be able to continue as our messenger, though.”

I kept myself from asking if he was still handsome and intact. I reminded myself of the lesson I had tried to teach my daughter with ona—that control over a person’s self-esteem was something to be used wisely, not abused. I turned and kissed yla’s nose. He looked surprised and blushed.

“yla, how are your sons?”

“They are good boys, Master. The cook is training them in the kitchen and they seem to like it there.”

I nodded and Gaen smiled at him, “I like yla-yla. He is a good servant. He makes the best sweet sauce for when we eat pig.”

My daughters and their servants entered and we feasted together. Kali and Paul were from yla and Gaen from po but they all looked like me, I thought, only more beautiful.