Enslaved Love In The Future Pt 02

Flying High

Nav slept well for the first night in weeks. He'd been under stress. He welcomed the change that enslavement would bring to his life, but it was such a big adjustment that he worried anyway. Nav made special provisions to make an unusually large amount of cash available if he won the auction for Meena. He knew abstractly that nothing could change the fact that his wealth would grow at a much, much faster pace than he could ever spend it. But trillionaires tend not to see the world like that. They don't usually think of themselves as privileged and invulnerable, virtually immune to any serious setback or failure. They think of their lives as an unending series of stressful decisions that posed serious risk. It was a peculiarly stubborn myth.

Things were different for Meena. Her entire life had prepared her for the day she would be enslaved to a man or woman who would be her Master forever. All the bidders interviewed her in advance, and all of them seemed like very nice people who held her in high regard. But she'd liked Nav best. She thought he was sincere when he promised to support her music.

Their first night together seemed to confirm Meena's expectations. He'd been wonderful. No one could have taken her virginity with more grace and delicacy. No one could have made her feel better about her transition from girl to woman. His last words before sleep had reassured her about how much he liked her and expected they'd have a long and wonderful life together.

But what really overwhelmed her was the revelation of making love. She'd expected something wonderful, but the reality was amazing in ways she couldn't have expected. Meena didn't know that many women don't have such pleasant introductions to sex, and that some lose their virginity in ways that are sad or disappointing.

What Meena knew was that she was so excited that one thought after another rushed through her head, keeping her awake. It was partly the rush of hormonal bonding, which felt like warmth spreading from her head to her toes. She finally slipped out of bed and went to the balcony overlooking the ocean. Leaning on the railing, she listened to the waves of the incoming tide, felt the breeze on her nude body, and smelled the sea air she'd known all her life. It was about to end, and she had no idea what kind of life her Master planned for her. As a slave, Meena could only hope that Nav would provide the kind of home where she could be happy.

She was about to learn how much she'd like her new life.

The eastern sky was beginning to brighten by the time she slipped back into bed. She hadn't slept much, but it didn't matter. She was young, very strong, and could go for weeks with little sleep. Meena finally gave up on the notion that she'd sleep any more than night, so she just laid there beside Nav. When Nav finally woke, he turned on his side and discovered that Meena was wide awake, looking at him and smiling.

"Good morning, beautiful," he said.

"Good morning, Master. Can I get you anything? Coffee? Breakfast?"

Nav smiled at her. This was a very pleasant way to greet the morning.

"There is something you can give me," he said.

"Whatever you want," she said.

Nav took her in his arms. He pressed their bodies together and squeezed her to him. His hands touched her neck, her back, her bottom. Meena loved the skin-to-skin contact. She was surprised and pleased by the feel of Nav's hard cock against her belly. She didn't know that men always woke up with erections. She thought it meant Nav was aroused by her. It made her feel good, and it was a nice thing for her to believe. By the time she learned the truth, Meena would be secure in her knowledge of Nav's affection.

Nav wanted to roll on his back and pull Meena on top of him. It was bright in their room, and he thought it would be nice to enjoy the sight of Meena's nude body moving above him as they made love. But that would require that he teach Meena about the cowgirl position, and Nav needed to keep that knowledge from her for a while. If he could make her think that couples only used the missionary position, it would give her a nice surprise when he taught her the truth.

He rolled on top of her, raising himself on his elbows and looking into her eyes. "You are a delight," he said. "The first thing I saw today was your face. I want that to happen a lot."

"You say the nicest things," Meena said.

Nav reached down, took his cock in one hand, and began running the head up and down the length of her pussy. She was wet and aroused almost immediately, and she looked at Nav with half-closed eyes as she began to moan. This felt just as good as the night before. One of Meena's deepest urges was the idea that her whole purpose in life was to please her Master. She enjoyed that duty more than she'd expected.

He pressed inside her a tiny amount, then quickly withdrew. Nav did that again, and again, going just slightly deeper each time. It seemed to happen too slowly for Meena. She tilted her pelvis upward to draw him inside. But Nav knew exactly how to thwart her. He kept backing away, making sure that she never got as much as she wanted. Meena didn't understand why he was doing this. Didn't he like being inside her?

Her motions grew more frantic as her arousal grew desperate. Nav finally gave her what she wanted, sliding deep inside her in one smooth stroke. She cried out in pleasure and relief. Immediately, she shook in orgasm. It seemed to her that Nav knew all kinds of ways to give her pleasure, and she didn't know any way to do the same for him. She tried to think of something - anything - that would please him, but she had no idea.

He took his time, sliding in and out with such gentle care that Meena remembered that any of the girls raised on the plantation might have become his property, and she was glad he bought her.

She came again, and Nav decided it was time to think about finishing. Today would be a busy day. He gave Meena a minute to recover, then picked up the pace. He went faster and faster, and sensed that Meena was getting close to another orgasm. That's when Nav stopped trying to hold back. He came, and came, and came, filling her. The sensation of warm gooey wetness excited Meena so much that she came a third time, gasping for breath and shaking right up until the moment Nav's cock grew limp enough to slip out of her.

He gave Meena a slow, romantic kiss before rolling off her. He was about to suggest she take a shower while he arranged for breakfast, but he caught himself in time to avoid making that mistake. He would have to get used to the idea that Meena's deepest need was to be of service to him. He had to find as many ways as he could to make her feel needed, so he decided to do things differently. He had to learn to order Meena around like the slave she was. "Order some coffee and breakfast while I take my shower," he told her. "I'll wait on the balcony while you take yours."

"As you wish, Master," Meena said brightly.

"Before you do that, look at this. I want to show you something," Nav said.

He pulled back the covers so Meena could see the small spot of blood she'd left on the sheets. "When women make love for the first time, they experience a brief moment of pain, and they bleed a little bit," Nav said. "Giving me your virginity is a big moment in your life. And in mine. A lot of cultures put a lot of significance in that moment of pain and those few drops of blood. I'm showing you this because I want to make sure you know it happened, and that it will never happen again. Some cultures maintain that this bit of blood signifies the moment a girl becomes a woman. I hope you feel good about it."

Meena looked at the little stain. She remembered the exact moment it had happened, and she imagined that seeing the spot of blood would help preserve that memory. "I'm grateful I experienced it with you," she said to Nav.

Nav smiled, unsure if Meena was speaking sincerely, or if the comment was the result of her extensive training in manners and conversation. Maybe it was a bit of both.

The coffee was there by the time he finished his shower, so he went out on the balcony to enjoy it while Meena got ready for the day. It would be almost as eventful as the day before. Meena would leave the island for the first time, experience her first flight, and begin the little vacation trip he'd planned. From the balcony, it was easy to see that the island was a paradise. Meena was about to leave it forever.

He was drinking his coffee and listening to the surf when Nav noticed how relaxed he felt. He led a life of privilege, with no serious sources of stress, but that didn't stop him from dwelling on all the little decisions that came with the responsibility of maintaining one of the largest fortunes in the world. For the first time in a long time, Nav's mind was completely free of all those thoughts. He imagined that it might have been due to the beautiful environment on the plantation, and that might have been part of the reason. But the real cause was Meena. He'd spent more money in one day than on any other purchase in his life, and he was a man who'd bought luxury high-rise apartment buildings in the most expensive cities in the world. Nav spent most of his time ruminating about the past or planning what he'd do in the future. Now, he was living completely in the present, experiencing the hormonal rush triggered by the bonding injection. It was wonderful to feel so certain about something.

Meena came to join him on the balcony. She was incapable of looking anything but stunning. Meena wore an elegant white silver dress that flowed smoothly over her curves. The neckline revealed a tasteful amount of cleavage, and the hemline was high enough to expose most of her firm, shapely legs. She wore matching silver heels. "You look lovely, Meena," Nav said.

She blushed. "I feel exposed," she said.

Nav thought that was odd. The dress was fairly modest. "This is a very tasteful outfit," he said. "Why do you feel exposed?"

Meena looked uncomfortable. Finally, she pointed to her nipples. They were prominently displayed by the sheer, clingy fabric. Meena's nipples were a bit bigger and more prominent than most, but there was nothing remotely unusual about the way she looked.

"I'm not an expert on fashion, but I can tell you that lots of women wear clothes that show off their nipples. There are lots of famous women who display their nipples a lot more than you do with this dress. Haven't you seen clothes like that before?"

Meena shook her head. "I've seen pictures of celebrities wearing dresses like this," she said. "I didn't realize they'd give me a dress like this on the day I leave the plantation."

Charming. It was another reminder of just how innocent Meena was. Nav realized that this gave him an opportunity to give Meena the kind of order that made her comfortable.

"Get used to it, Meena. You will wear dresses like this a lot. Starting today. I will take you to a lot of social events where all the women dress in sexy gowns designed to display their best features. The world is going to get a good, long look at you. Walk proudly when you're with me. Keep your chin up, your shoulders back, and walk like a model on the runway. Present yourself as the most beautiful woman who ever lived. From what I've seen, that's exactly what you are."

Meena looked down and blushed again. Nav seemed to be an unending source of beautiful compliments. "Thank you, Master. I'll do my best to make you proud of me."

Things happened quickly. There was a quick ceremony where Meena said goodbye to the other girls and the staff members who'd raised her from infancy. She said farewell to her favorite robots. She received small gifts. There were a lot of tears. She'd keep in touch with them, of course, but this was the last day she'd be with them in person.

Nav's jet was charged and ready when it was time to leave. They didn't have much luggage. Meena owned almost nothing. Most of her possessions took no room at all. They were recordings of her music, recordings by musicians she liked, the collection of her visual art, and a small library of books she'd read or planned to read. It all fit in her purse.

Meena didn't know what to do in a jet, so Nav had to show her how to buckle her belt. "Sit by the window," he said. "You'll want to see this." Nav set the controls to take them to the resort he'd chosen, and after just a few seconds they were in the air. Meena gasped as she watched the ground drop away. A flush of fear made her squeeze Nav's hand. "It's fine," he said. "This is normal."

It wasn't long before they were high enough for Meena to get her first look at the entire island where she'd lived her whole life. From that height, it looked very small. The jet accelerated, leaving it behind forever. Meena looked down and saw other islands as they zoomed away. Nav loved seeing how excited and amazed she looked. He'd flown millions of miles in his life, and it was refreshing to see how much Meena enjoyed her first experience of flight.

Soon they were over the open ocean, and there was nothing to see but featureless water and a few puffy clouds. "This is wonderful," Meena said. "We're going so fast."

"You're going to do a lot of flying," Nav said. "There are a lot of places I want you to see."

They fell into an easy conversation, and Nav found himself appreciating how comfortable he felt with Meena. He was a very old and worldly man who'd experienced so many things that he had to fight to avoid becoming jaded. Meena was a very young girl who'd never done anything or been anywhere. But they talked like old friends.

At one point Nav recognized that Meena was steering the conversation toward him. She'd been taught to get people to talk about themselves because most people love hearing the sound of their own voice. Once again, he was amused at how easily he'd been controlled by this sweet young lady. Nav didn't want to talk about himself. He was tired of himself. Nav wanted to talk about her.

"We're going to a resort," Nav said. "It's a beautiful place that is completely different from the plantation."

"I'm sure it will be wonderful, Master," Meena said.

There was that word again. Master. Nav wasn't sure he wanted to be called Master. Plenty of people opposed the resurrection of slavery, and just one of their many objections focused on the words Master and slave. They felt it was demeaning. Nav knew that Meena would eventually come to know that calling Nav him Master was something that attracted disapproval in some circles.

"Meena, it may not be a good idea for you to call me Master," Nav said. "What should I call you?" she asked.

"You can call me Nav," he said. "That will help you avoid all kinds of problems. Some people look down on Masters and slaves. They object to those terms. You can call me Master in private if you wish, but don't say that in front of other people."

The idea seemed strange to Meena, who had been taught that having a Master was a privilege most people didn't have. Slaves enjoyed a standard of living far above average. More than that, slaves had a purpose. Their breeding ensured their satisfaction. But if Nav told her to conceal her enslavement, she literally had no choice but to do as he said.

Meena resumed her efforts to get Nav to talk about himself, but he wasn't going to cooperate. He knew she had produced music and art, and he wanted to know more. He had her display several examples of her paintings, which were abstract splashes of bright colors that seemed to radiate joy and beauty. They were marvelous. "You'll display some of these in your quarters," he said.

"Whatever you wish," she said. But Nav saw that she was glad he liked her art.

He had her play some of her recordings. Her art was wonderful, but her music was staggering. Nav had never heard most of the songs, which were jazz compositions from the first half of the 20th century. She played piano and sang the lyrics, and Nav felt her recordings spoke directly to his heart. On a few songs she played the melody on a saxophone that seemed to express passion, love, and hope.

It was so beautiful that tears formed in Nav's eyes. "You overwhelm me," Nav said to Meena. "I don't have words to express how much I love your music."

She blushed. "I'm so glad you like it," she said.

They sat next to each other on the couch. Nav put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her to him. They listened to the music for a long time. "People need to hear this," Nav said. "I promised you that I'd support your pursuit of music. I'm sure you'll be a big success."

Meena blushed again. "You say the nicest things." She looked up at him, and Nav gave her a deep, passionate kiss. She was a marvel. The people who'd bid on her had been stupid to let him win. He placed his hand on her cheek and kissed her again.

He kissed her neck, and shoulder, and ran his fingers up and down her neckline. When he finally looked down at Meena her arousal was obvious and exciting. Her eyes were half closed. Her breathing was rapid. Her lips were parted and inviting. Most exciting of all, her breasts had begun to swell, and her enlarged nipples looked enticing beneath the thin fabric that displayed them so well. This was something that was only possible with women who'd benefitted from cutting edge genetic engineering.

Nav had avoided touching Meena's breasts because he wanted to wait for a time when she could devote her full concentration on the feeling. He didn't want it to detract from the experience of losing her virginity, so he'd resisted her obvious desire for him to touch her there. Now seemed like a good time to introduce her to this particular pleasure.

He ran his fingers gently over the thin fabric of her dress. Nav caressed her breasts as gently as possible, moving closer and closer to her nipples. Meena swooned with the sensations.

Nav slowly pressed harder, caressing one breast, then the other. Meena made a sound that was almost like purring. Nav squeezed her breasts, and nibbled at the warm skin . She put her hand on the back of his head and tried to get him to suck her nipple between his lips, but Nav would not be hurried.

Nav pushed the shoulder strap off her shoulder, revealing one breast. She gasped when he finally took one nipple between his lips. It felt exquisitely pleasurable when his soft, warm hand finally clasped her flesh.

He pushed the other strap off her other shoulder. Meena shivered as he kissed one breast while caressing the other. It felt so good it was almost unbearable. He sucked a little harder, drawing a nipple into his mouth and biting gently. It sent a jolt of erotic pleasure through her whole body.

Her nipples were so big and stiff they looked faintly purple. Nav had made love to many marvelous women, but none of them had such a powerful reaction to this kind of breast play. He got serious about giving Meena as much stimulation as possible. He licked, sucked, nibbled, caressed, and squeezed, focusing on one breast, then the other, over and over. Nav was struck by the way Meena's breasts got so firm as he touched them. Plastic surgeons had not yet figured out a way to add erectile tissue to breasts. Only women who'd been bioengineered, like Meena, were so sensitive and responsive.

They were both surprised when Meena began to cum. She had never cum that way before, and she hadn't known it was possible. She felt a wave of hot energy that pulsed from her nipples to her pussy. It wasn't as intense as the orgasms she'd had with Nav earlier, but it lasted longer, ebbing and flowing as the feeling passed. Her pussy got warm and juicy, throbbing in a way that made Meena wish Nav's cock was inside her.

Nav kept massaging her breasts gently, watching her face as the orgasm faded. It was like the most beautiful erotic film imaginable. She looked at him through a sexy haze, and Nav could see she wanted more. It made him hard as iron. He helped Meena take off her dress, then he removed his own clothes. Meena got a good, long look at his erection, and she spread her legs to welcome him.