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Being A Thrall In 2119 A D

Being A Thrall In 2119 A D

by yesterdays
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Growing up outside of the transparent geodesic dome of Nouveaux New York City, which is where the rich live, I'd wanted to be a Thrall for a while. I remember asking when I was younger what Thrall meant, and my parents told me that it was just another word for slave. Why would I want to be a slave? Well, that's partly why I'm writing this. I'm writing this journal to try to make sense of my experiences now that I am a Thrall. I'm trying to communicate with someone, I don't even know who, in some unknown future. I guess I'm just trying to communicate with myself. If I live that long, I'll just re-read this myself in maybe ten years or so.

Although I'm only 19 I've been well educated by my parents, my schools, and others in my community. I've read lots of books from the olden days, even paper books, which I prefer, including memoirs, which has inspired me to write mine. I'm going to be honest about even intimate details, because writings like that were the ones that appealed to me. Since I turned 18 I've enjoyed the sex scenes in novels, and sometimes wish they were even more explicit as I massage my hard cock to orgasm with lotion while reading them.

Life outside the Domed cities of the rich is difficult, which is why I wanted to be inside, and become a Thrall. The summers are very hot outside, and because global warming accelerated so much faster than predicted, parts of coastal cities like New York are now under about thirty feet of sea water. The melting of the polar caps continues to accelerate, and in another hundred years or so much of old New York will be under about a hundred feet of ocean. The halfway abandoned city is now a tourist attraction for some of the dome-dwellers brave enough to visit it, as one by one the colossal skyscrapers of Manhattan begin to slowly collapse, as their flooded foundations are undermined and their steel beams slowly rust.

But again, why would I want to be a Thrall? Mainly self-interest. Even as a Thrall life is better in the Domes than on the Outside, what with the diseases, lawless bands, poverty, heat, and so on. In the Domes even Thralls can be educated in the schools of the Masters, eat better food, live in air conditioning during the summers, enjoy heat in the winters, wear beautiful clothes, and so much else. I realize some of this is advertising spin by the Masters, to get people to volunteer to be Thralls. But I felt that even if some of it were exaggerated it would still be worth it. On the Outside electricity is only on about half the time, and many other things are often miserable.

I'd been working toward being a Thrall for a while. I educated my mind, and I also trained my body so that I'd be strong, muscled, and pleasing in appearance. I was fortunate to be handsome. And to protect myself from diseases, even after turning 18 I avoided sex, knowing that this would be one of my duties in Nouveaux New York. Virgins are prized in the Thrall markets, where we are sold so that our parents can get the money and have better lives, even though still on the Outside.

A virus-war in the mid-21st century rendered most men today sterile, and unable to have children. This has caused a population crash for the last fifty years, bringing the population of the world down from ten billion to two billion, with the projected numbers still falling as far as the eye can see.

But I was one of the lucky ones, because my sperm are good. This is one of the main reasons Masters buy Thralls from Outside--so that we can get them pregnant, even though legally we aren't considered by the Masters to be the fathers of these Dome children.

Anyway, to become a Thrall I took classes on how to physically protect my future Masters, classes on how to cook for them, clean their houses, how to give them massages and other personal services, and even how to give them sexual pleasure, and hopefully impregnate them.

Sex ed for me was done one-on-one with our next-door neighbor in our run-down suburban neighborhood. Her name is Lisa. This was awkward, because I've known Lisa since I was a boy.

The youngest age one can be sold as a Thrall is on your 19th birthday, but starting at 18, if you volunteer for it, you can be trained in the ways of being a Thrall. But being shy I put off my sex ed classes as long as I could, until a week before I turned 19. My parents almost forced me out of our house one night, and made me walk over to Lisa's house to get my first lesson, which turned out to be my only one.

Lisa is in her early 40s and a widow. Her husband was killed by lawless bands long ago, and her only son was lost to disease a few years ago. Lisa is dark-haired and just starting to go grey. But she's curvy and pretty for her age. However, the idea of getting sex lessons from her was strange to say the least.

Lisa opened her door in a revealing bikini, and laughed at my reaction as I stared at her only halfway concealed breasts.

Smiling, she said, "Come on in, Riley. It's not subtle the way you're looking at me, but it definitely shows interest. Given how long you put this off I was wondering if maybe you were gay--which is fine, of course. Gay Thralls are in demand, and can sometimes even earn a premium for their parents. But the best Thrall is one who can please women, men, and all in between, including the non-binary."

She closed the door behind me, and said, as I blushed a bit, "Listen, Riles, you're almost out of time, and so we really need to jump right into this. Don't think of me as your next-door-neighbor and friend, think of me as your Master, or your Domina, as they often prefer to be called. So give me a compliment, and then let's just start real-life sexual role-playing in my bedroom."

I smiled gently as I talked, saying, "Greetings Domina. You're looking very beautiful today. How may I serve you? Would you like a drink, some food, or anything else?"

Lisa smiled, and said, "Thanks, Riley. But I want you to service me in my bedroom, and then you can make me some dinner."

"Yes, Domina," I said, but was unsure what I should do next.

Lisa sensed my nervousness, and took me by my hand and brought me back to her bedroom, which was medium-sized and nicely furnished.

Lisa had a twinkle in her eyes as she said, "Take off my bikini for me, Riles, and then...I want you to pleasure me with your tongue until I orgasm. I want you to lick my pussy, Riley."

"Yes, Domina," I said, but suddenly I was almost paralyzed.

I'd never even seen a woman naked between her legs in real life, only in pictures and porn videos.

Lisa said, "Riles, you need to sound really happy. You're about to see your Domina's nude body, which is a wonderful privilege for you."

I smiled and nodded, and said in a happier voice, "Yes, Domina. Thank you so much!"

I walked around behind her, and untied her bikini top, which was easy to do. But it didn't fall off entirely until I gently removed it and dropped it on the floor.

I then whispered in her right ear from behind, "May I kiss you on the lips, Domina? And may I kiss and caress your breasts?"

Here my reading of the sex scenes in several novels helped, and I felt pleased with my improvisation.

Lisa laughed in a surprisingly girlish way, and said, "Yes, Riles, you may kiss me, and all the rest too. That's good."

I moved around and then stared in wonder at her breasts, which were beautiful and looked very soft. They weren't perky, like almost certainly they had been two decades before, but they were alluring. The parts covered by her bikini were less tan, and her pinkish-brown nipples were erect.

I first kissed her soft lips slightly awkwardly and a little too quickly.

It looked like Lisa was going to give me pointers, but instead she just raised her eyebrows humorously and said, "Go ahead, Riley, keep going. Maybe later we can work on kissing."

Breathing slightly heavily I started gently caressing and feeling my neighbor's breasts, and as I did my manhood in my jeans started getting hard.

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I started kissing Lisa's breasts. Then I did as I'd read in some of my novels--putting her nipples into my mouth and nursing on them. When I'd read about this it seemed strange--a grown man suckling on a woman's nipples even when she had no milk. But in real life it seemed more natural than I expected.

Lisa was pleased, and said, "Yes, Riles. Oh yes. Suck on my nipples."

Then she moved her hands to my jeans, and then felt my hard-on through the fabric. Somehow I wasn't prepared for this and was a bit shocked.

Lisa whispered, "Good, Riley. You're getting hard for me. You seem kinda large. How long is your cock?"

I released one of her nipples from my mouth, and said, "I don't know."

Lisa smiled, and said, "That's fine. I need to do my own measurement anyway. Take it out for me, Riley. I need to see your penis now."

"Yes, Lisa," I said, and then added, "I mean, Domina."

It was weird showing my next-door-neighbor my cock, but I knew I had to do it, and so I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, and then lowered my underwear--and my more than halfway hard cock was revealed.

Even though I knew from pictures and videos that my cock looked pretty much like many others, it still looked a little weird to me--lightly veined, bulging, and with a circumcised and almost heart-shaped bulging head.

Somehow Lisa already had a ruler in her hand, which she'd apparently gotten from her nearby desk as I was lowering my pants.

"Nice, Riles!" Lisa said, but added, "But actually you need to be all the way hard for my measurement. Go ahead and take your all of your clothes off. Then I think I know a way to get you hard the rest of the way."

I stripped off the rest of my clothes, and soon I was completely naked near Lisa. Although she was good at her job, the strangeness of the situation made me blush, and at the same time my dick got slightly softer.

"Apologies, Domina," I said, in what had been taught to me as a thing to say whenever you felt you were not meeting the expectations of your Master or Mistress.

"Thanks okay, Riley," Lisa said, sympathetically, then asked to my surprise, "How often do you massage yourself to orgasm each day?"

I blushed again, and looking down said, "Two or three times a day, Domina, and sometimes more. But I was told not to do it today because of this lesson, and so...."

She said, "What do you think about when you touch yourself?"

Still looking down, I said, "Naked women, and...their pussies."

Lisa smiled and said, "What if I told you that the real thing is better than you ever imagined. Feel me between my legs."

Then Lisa took my hand and gently but firmly put it down the front of her bikini bottom--and suddenly I was feeling Lisa's soft and hairy pussy--and then suddenly the surprising warmth and wetness between her legs.

"Oh. Uhh," I grunted involuntarily, and my manhood started jerking upward.

And then Lisa put my middle finger inside her wet pussy, and whispered, "Now that you're a big boy, Riley, this is where your cock is going to go."

"Uhh," I grunted again, as my cock jerked up like the little monster it was. In less than half a minute it reached its full size, and was throbbing.

Lisa gently took my hand out of her bikini, and then got the ruler she'd put on the bed, and measured me.

"Seven inches of prime man meat," Lisa said, looking pleased, and added, "Try to get all the way hard at the Thrall sale for your future Domina, because you'll fetch a higher price that way. And if they ask you to perform any sex acts before the sale, you should try your best to do them, whether with your future Domina, or another Thrall."

She went on, saying, "It's possible, Riles, that your Domina, once she owns you, will at times be submissive. She might want you to take her, and please her, as if it's your desire even more than hers. But you need to figure that out as best you can. It can be a minefield, and Thralls have been punished and even executed for going too far too fast sexually with their Domina, or for what their Domina said was going too far and too fast. So it's better to lean on the side of getting permission until you get to know her preferences and moods."

Lisa then said, "Personally, Riles, I switch back and forth between being submissive and being a bossy Domina in these lessons for my students. I haven't had a student in six months, however, and like you I haven't touched myself today, and so I'm really horny. You already felt how wet I am for you. I want my best friend's boy to fuck me, and not just because it's a lesson, but because I want it in real life. But I first want you to lick my pussy. Get on your knees, Thrall, and start worshipping your Domina's hairy cunt."

Although I was shocked at her language, I smiled and said, "Yes, Domina," and got down on my knees.

Keeping her somewhat bossy tone, although it seemed like she was partially joking, Lisa said, "Pull down my bikini, Thrall, so that you can taste what you most want in this world."

"Yes, Domina," I said, and immediately pulled down her bikini.

What was revealed to me was my neighbor's dark-haired pussy. She trimmed a little, but not a lot. Somewhat visible was that her triangular mound was split in the middle by a line, and blooming out of her cleft almost like a little flower were her inner pussy lips. I'd seen this sometimes in porn before, and found it very arousing. It was part of the secret of her womanhood.

"Thank you, Domina," I said in a sincere voice, because it probably was true that pussy was the thing I wanted most in the world. Even though I was shy, it was something I'd fantasized about almost endlessly for the past several months--and now here it was in the flesh.

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I started gently but hungrily kissing between her legs, and tenderly licking my tongue across her pussy lips.

Lisa sighed with pleasure, and caressed my hair with her hands as I did this.

Then she gently but firmly pressed my face against her pussy, and said, "Lick my clit, Riley."

It was clearly an order. After saying this she let go of me, lay down on her bed, and then spread her legs.

Pointing with a delicate finger to the engorged pink pearl of her clitoris, she said, "Right there Riley. This is what this Domina wants, and what most of them want. Fuck me with your finger while you pleasure my clit with your tongue."

"Yes, Domina," I said, and eagerly started my task.

I was quite hungry for pussy at this point, and even though Lisa's spread pussy looked somewhat strange to me, it was still very arousing. Soon I was licking her clit while fucking her with my finger, just as she'd asked. Lisa's pussy was so soft and wet, strong and yet delicate. Her sweet and aroused scent was enticing, and my cock throbbed between my legs as I licked her.

As I did this, Lisa talked dirty to me, saying, "Yes, Riley! Oh yes. Lick my cunt, baby. Oh...yes. Uhh! Good boy! Then you're going to...oh!...you're going to fuck me with that big cock of yours. Oh my gawwd!"

Suddenly Lisa's pussy was bucking against me as she orgasmed, and my finger was being squeezed inside of her in a surprisingly strong way. Her orgasm lasted for several seconds, and then finally she was still.

Then, with surprising tears in her eyes, which she later explained to me was because of the intensity of the experience, she beckoned me with her words and an extended finger to mount her.

Although tempted, I was determined to remain a virgin to try to get a higher price for my parents in the Thrall market.

As I slowly shook my head no, Lisa seemed to understand, but said, "It's okay Riles. I won't tell. I'll leave it out of my report."

But I wanted to save my virginity for my future Domina, and couldn't be persuaded, strange as it may sound.

Lisa sighed, and said, "Okay, Riles. But let me at least suck you off."

I liked that idea, and said, "Yes, Domina. If it pleases you. It would please me."

Lisa first explained that for some women sucking off a man is more of a chore than a pleasure, but that for others such as herself it was truly exciting and pleasurable. Lisa said that she really liked sucking cock, and because of the safety protocols for sex ed teachers like her, she hadn't had any cock in six months.

Getting on her knees in front of me, she first licked the swollen head of my manhood, which was already dripping with my pre-cum. Even feeling her tongue on my cock was amazing, and when she put as much as would fit in her mouth, and started massaging my cock with her tongue and her mouth, while using one of her hands to massage my thick shaft. I could feel my orgasm rising up in just a couple of minutes.

Suddenly a miraculous castle of jeweled pleasure was exploding out of my loins and into my neighbor's mouth. I held Lisa's head firmly in my hands as my hips thrust involuntarily, and I began pumping my sperm into Lisa's warm and wet mouth, in little grunting spasms.

I remembered to say, as I was suddenly fucking my neighbor's face, "Thank you...Domina! Uhhh! Thank you. Uh. Oh. uh."

I could hear Lisa swallowing and choking slightly at the same time.

Soon she'd swallowed it all and, gasping, released my cock from her mouth.

She smiled, and said, "That was a lot, Riles. I've missed the taste of cum. Had you been fantasizing about me doing that for a while?"

Trying to stay in character, I said, "Yes, Domina," but even though somewhat ashamed of my lust, I also felt more like a man than I ever had before in my whole life.

She laughed and said, "I thought so. It'll be our little secret. I've fantasized about it too. I also fantasized about you fucking me, but I guess that will have to just remain a fantasy. But if you change your mind, come on over and we'll see what we can do. But anyway, when you're with your Domina you should try to last longer than a couple of minutes, but I realize that for a young man like you that might be asking for a lot. But try...."

"Thank you, Domina. I'll try."

That was my only lesson. Lisa invited me over again, but I politely said no. I know from research that one sex lesson was the minimum to become a Thrall, and so I left it at that, because I didn't think I could resist fucking Lisa if she offered herself to me a second time.

The next week I was put up for sale in the Thrall market.

****

As I found out as my "on sale" day arrived, there's not just one market for Thralls. It's stratified. There are low-cost Thralls in one market, mid-level Thralls in a fancier one, and high-end Thralls in the fanciest yet. Low-end Thralls are less attractive, older, less well trained, not virgins, and so on. They are more for gardening work, maintenance, cleaning, construction, and things like that. Or for less well-off Masters. All Masters are at least multi-millionaires in adjusted dollars, but many are billionaires.

Although there are some very limited androids allowed in Nouveaux New York, since the AI wars of the mid-21st century the really sophisticated humanoid versions of AI had been banned. I'd heard some rumors, however, that in Nouveaux there was a secret and advanced AI lab, where humanoid androids still existed.

Anyway, my adopted sister Amiyah and I were put in a high-end private-sale market. Our pictures and ratings on various things were uploaded into our profiles. For these profiles we even had to submit pictures of ourselves nude. We also wrote little essays about why we wanted to be Thralls, and so on.

A high-end dealer saw our profiles, and decided to sell us together as a pair in a private sale to a high-end buyer, trying to fetch the highest price by making us seem exclusive.

And really we were pretty special, and to some degree we knew it. My adopted sister Amiyah, who is half-Indian, is gorgeous. Her parents died in a small war, shortly after Amiyah came to this country at the age of nine. My family took her in as a refugee. We are almost the same age, although actually she's five months older, and she won't let me forget it. Sometimes when we argue she brings out that she's older, wiser, smarter, and all of those things. Usually she's right. I am stronger than she is, and pretty smart, but she is a brainy gal, and tested higher on mathematics and science than I did. I was more into history and literature. Amiya is 5 foot 8 to my 6 feet, and so at least I'm taller than her.

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