Enslaved - Love in the Future

Getting to Know You

Nav's jet landed at the resort's private airport, rolling into the hangar where it would be serviced and recharged for the flight home. Nav placed an order for the cabin to get a thorough cleaning. It smelled like sex.

He'd chosen this particular destination for their vacation because he knew Meena had never seen snow or mountains. Their suite had floor-to-ceiling windows with a magnificent view of jagged peaks with ski runs in the foothills. Meena stared at the fantastic scene spread before her.

"Do you like it?" Nav asked, knowing the answer.

"It's wonderful!" Meena said, watching skiers zooming across the white snow. Nav was an expert skier. He expected Meena to learn it quickly because she had so much inborn athletic ability. He poured them drinks and turned off the lights in the room so they could see outside better. They cuddled up on a couch in front of the window and talked about what they'd do the next day, but the conversation stopped abruptly when it began to snow. Soon, big fluffy flakes drifted down outside the window. Meena was speechless with the beauty of it all. She'd read about snow. Her pure, innocent awe made Nav grateful that he could be with her as she got her first look at one of nature's wonders.

It was at that exact moment that Meena revealed she was thinking along the same lines. "I'm so lucky to be here to see this with you," she said.

"I'm the lucky one," Nav said.

They were both right.

It was soon dark, with the only illumination coming from the lights on the ski slopes. Nav told her that she'd learn to ski tomorrow, assuring her that it was just as fun as it looked. She kept staring at the skiers and the rest of the scene outside the window. Everything would have been unimaginable before she'd seen it for herself.

Nav arranged for a personal shopper to come to their room. She introduced herself, then took Meena's measurements. Nav told her that Meena needed everything for a week at the resort. Her most immediate need was for a ski suit, but she also needed clothes appropriate for sightseeing in town, dining at formal restaurants, and dancing at the resort's clubs. She needed shoes. Undergarments. Cosmetics. Everything. Hearing Nav describe the things he'd planned for the week made Meena indescribably happy. He'd obviously put a lot of thought into making preparations for a trip designed to make her happy. She'd been taught to expect her Master to take good care of her, but she hadn't known what that meant. She was learning.

The shopper assured Nav that the tailored clothes would be fabricated overnight, and that they would fit Meena perfectly. Her new wardrobe would be based on the most fashionable current designs, and they would look stylish as well as lovely. "Meena, you're so beautiful you'd make anything look good," the buyer said. "I guarantee you'll both love it all."

Since Meena's new wardrobe wasn't ready yet, Nav decided not to dine in one of the resort's restaurants. He called room service and ordered dinner, having their table set up right next to the window so Meena could continue enjoying the view.

Meena didn't eat much. She was so excited by so many things she had little appetite. But she never ate a lot. Part of the modifications that prevented the possibility of obesity was a resistance to eating more than her body needed to be healthy. She preferred nutritious, high-quality food, and Nav realized that the meal he'd ordered was too rich. She ate all her vegetables and about half of her fish, skipping a potato dish made with cream, and taking just one bite of dessert. If Nav wanted to splurge on an especially fancy dinner, he'd have to tell Meena to cut back on breakfast and lunch. She would always be at her ideal weight.

When it was time to retire, Nav told Meena to take off her clothes and wait for him in bed. He went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and hang up his clothes. When he returned to the bedroom, Meena was lying down and holding the blanket tightly up to her chin. She was shy. It was adorable. He'd seen her naked several times, but she was still too modest to expose any skin.

Nav sat beside her in bed. He took hold of the blankets and gently pulled them down. Meena tried to cover herself, but Nav was insistent. The blankets moved lower and lower, revealing more and more as Meena grew increasingly flustered and excited. It felt as though he was making love with his eyes. He made her feel that being naked felt sexy.

Nav finally pulled the blankets all the way down to Meena's feet, leaving her completely exposed. She tried to cover herself with her hands. "Don't do that," Nav said, placing her hands at her sides. He spent a long time just looking at her. It felt naughty, and erotic, and sensuous, all at the same time.

It got more intense when Nav began easing her legs apart. She was alarmed by the idea that he wanted to look directly at her private parts, so she squeezed her legs together. Nav thought there was nothing more beautiful than a woman's pussy. Smiling at her resistance, he gently pushed her legs to each side so he had a direct view. Meena blushed. It wasn't a normal blush that sent pink to her cheeks. She blushed deeply from her forehead to her nipples.

Nav laid down next to Meena and ran his hands over her body. They enjoyed a slow, relaxed eroticism that was different from the urgent sex they'd enjoyed before. Nav took Meena's hand and placed it on his cock, wrapping her fingers around it. It was warm, and getting hard. The shaft, the head, and the root felt new to her. Nav began growing larger, and he sighed in pleasure. "That feels nice, Meena," he said.

She began using both hands, and the cock transformed into something that felt like iron wrapped in velvet. Certain kinds of touch drew pleased reactions from Nav. A sharp intake of breath. A little moan of contentment. Signs that she was exciting him. Meena enjoyed feeling she was giving her Master pleasure. Most of the time it was Nav who pleasured her. She saw why he enjoyed giving such joy.

Nav considered laying on his back and letting Meena stroke him until he came. She hadn't seen what it looked like when his cock throbbed and cum came out in pulses, and he needed to show her eventually. But he looked at the beautiful girl giving him pleasure, and he remembered that sex was new to her. She had needs. It was his job to meet her needs. There was plenty of time for hand jobs in their future.

He kissed Meena passionately. She was proud that she'd excited him, and she knew he was about to excite her, too. She felt his hard cock press into her thigh as he got on top. Meena wanted it inside her. She'd just started having sex, and already she hungered for it. Nav ignited a desire she'd never known she had, and now she wanted him to fan those flames.

Nav placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. She was already wet. "You are such a sexy girl," he whispered. "I couldn't resist you if I tried."

"Don't try," she said.

Nav pushed inside her a tiny amount, paused, withdrew, paused, then pushed inside the slightest bit more. Meena wanted him to go deeper, to move faster, and she tilted her pelvis up to try to get more of him inside her. As before, Nav thwarted Meena, giving her his cock in tiny increments that weren't nearly enough. She shook her head in frustration and moaned. "Please," she said. "Please please please." She was beginning to figure out that Nav enjoyed making her wait, and he liked hearing her beg.

Nav finally pushed the head of his cock into her. It wasn't nearly enough, but it was a start, and she rocked her pelvis harder to let Nav know she wanted more.

He remembered the wonderful women who'd favored him with sex in the past, sharing exotic kinds of lovemaking that went far beyond the simple pleasure he was enjoying with Meena. Somehow, this was more exciting. He'd never had better sex than he was having at that moment. Meena's innocent joy made all the difference.

She came before he'd pushed his cock more than half way inside her. The orgasm was a relief, but she still wanted more. Nav paused, waited for her to recover, then resumed slowly. He went deeper, and deeper, and Meena gasped in pleasure when she felt him push all the way into her. It was delicious. She could barely stand it.

She came again, stronger this time. Meena didn't realize that slaves were engineered to have stronger, more frequent orgasms than unmodified women. But Nav could see that what he'd been told was true. He thrust into her more forcefully. Meena spread her legs as far as she could. She wrapped her arms around Nav and pulled him closer. His motions were faster, and he pounded into her body as hard as he could. Nav tried to keep himself from cumming, but it was hard to resist. Meena was getting excited again, and Nav could tell she was getting close. Finally, he couldn't keep from cumming any longer.

Nav let out a sound something like a growl. His cock thrust into Meena one last time, then he started to cum. It went on and on. His cock throbbed in Meena's pussy and filled it with warmth. He thrust again each time his cock sent another wad into her, and soon she was overflowing with his wetness.

Meena came yet again. She couldn't have stopped it. Meena's genetic modifications ensured that she would cum anytime she felt Nav's orgasm begin. It meant their lovemaking always ended with a simultaneous orgasm. Nav was pretty good at controlling his orgasm so he could get close to cumming at the same time as his partner, but he wouldn't need that kind of control with Meena. He'd learn that it was helpful to make sure he didn't cum immediately after Meena. If he just let her excitement build for a small while, they would cum together in a glorious shared orgasm.

Meena giggled. There was nothing funny, but being in bed with Nav felt so glorious she had to let out a little laugh. Nav laughed too. He held her face between his hands and kissed her all over. "Oh, Master. That was wonderful," she said.

"I think so too. You are a treasure," he said.

Meena loved hearing it. Pleasing her Master her biological purpose. It was the thing that gave her more satisfaction than anything else. It thrilled her to feel the weight of Nav's body on top of her, and to know she'd just given him what he wanted most.

So much had happened in the short time since she'd given him her virginity. It kept getting better, and better, and Meena marveled that it felt so natural. She'd just met Nav, and it felt as though she'd known him all along. Nav felt the same way, although he wasn't capable of the depth of feeling that came naturally to Meena. But that didn't stop him from loving her smile. It didn't stop him from being in awe of her joy.

Their trip had barely begun, and it was already perfect.

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Nav never considered hiring a ski instructor to teach Meena. He wanted to do it himself so he could be there to watch her experience it for the first time.

It started when she put on the ski suit delivered to their suite that morning. The form-fitting onesie was sexy in a way she'd never seen before, displaying her curves to full advantage. The bright, edgy patterns were stylish in a way she'd never experienced on the tropical plantation. Nav thought he'd never seen anything cuter than Meena standing in front of the mirror and getting her first look of the way the ski suit flattered her with its clingy fabric and colorful designs.

Moments like that kept happening. The first time she walked on the snow. The first time her skis glided over the surface. The quiet ride to the top of the mountain, sitting next to Nav as the lift carried them high above the pines.

He showed her how to use a stance called the snowplow, which made it easy to steer her way down the slope without going too fast. The beginner slopes were easy - too easy - and Meena gained control of her skis quickly. Nav watched her the whole time, recognizing her growing sense of wonder as something close to the way he'd felt as a child, when his parents took him skiing for the first time.

After two runs down the hill, Nav saw that the beginner slopes weren't challenging enough. He guided her to what looked like the easiest intermediate slope, and followed along behind her as she went faster, turning more confidently, looking like she was about to burst with excitement.

It took a little longer, but Meena soon progressed to the point that the intermediate slopes held no challenge anymore. He'd suspected this would happen, but he'd already decided that Meena wouldn't try any of the expert slopes on her first day. He owned that beautiful body, and he didn't want to take too many risks with this new possession. The intermediate slopes were enjoyable enough. Best to give Meena time to gain experience.

It was pleasant to do something strenuous. They both exercised regularly, but this was a different kind of exertion that used different muscles. Meena was having so much fun that Nav stayed on the slopes longer than he would ordinarily. They ached when he walked into the lodge, made their way to the restaurant, then ate sandwiches next to a window so they could watch other skiers.

Meena was so excited. She kept looking from side to side, examining the fireplace with awe. There were no fireplaces on the tropical plantation. The other skiers were dressed in flamboyant athletic fashion, though none of them wore a ski suit more beautiful than hers. She noticed that there was a piano in one corner. It reminded her of the one she'd played growing up.

"Go play something," Nav said.

Meena thought it was a bit bold to play in public without permission from someone, but there was no reason to question her Master's orders. She sat down at the bench, thought about the songs she knew, and began to play and sing.

Getting to know you

Getting to know all about you

Getting to like you

Hoping that you like me

Getting to know you

Getting to feel free and easy

When I am with you

Getting to know what to say

Meena's powerful vocal pierced the background noise of the busy cafe, sounding as beautiful as the first time Nav heard it. He listened to her sing the rest of the verses, then noticed something striking.

Everyone in the cafe was silent and motionless. All conversation stopped. No one was eating their food or drinking their drinks. They were powerless to do anything but focus their full attention on this stunning woman who sang and played so well.

Nav realized that it wasn't just because Meena was such a good performer. It was more than that. She projected an energy that affected everyone touched by it. Ignoring her was impossible. Nav looked around the room and realized something for the very first time.

Meena was a star. She was one of those rare people who transcended mere performance. You had to listen. You had to look. You had to wonder who she was, where she'd come from, what she'd do next. No one outside this cafe knew the truth. Yet.

Nav owned a star.

When Meena finished, everyone in the cafe clapped. Loudly. She blushed in the most adorable way possible, then went back to Nav's table. "I think they like you," he said. "What kind of song was that?"

"It was part of a musical, a long time ago. It's about a girl who meets a king. They fall in love, even though they are very different kinds of people."

It seemed appropriate.

They had skied so hard they were almost limping when they got back to their room. It made them laugh. They pretended they were more affected than they really were, staggering in an exaggerated way as they entered the suite.

"That skiing was the most incredible thing I've ever done," Meena said. "No, wait. I take that back. That was the second most incredible thing I've ever done."

They both laughed at her little sex joke as they peeled off their suits. "I believe it's time to try out the whirlpool," Nav said, going into the bathroom and filling the tub with hot water. The bubbling jets were soothing and stimulating at the same time. It was a perfect thing to do after hours of hard play. Meena never experienced a luxury like that before.

Neither of them thought of sex during the time they were skiing, but that changed as soon as they eased their naked bodies into the water. All that slick, warm, wet skin made it impossible to ignore their growing arousal. Nav reached out to Meena, and she glided through the water to sit on his lap. "This is very nice, Master," Meena said.

"I've always liked these things," Nav said. "I spend a lot of time in the one I've got at home."

"There's one of these where you live, Master?" she asked.

"Mine is actually a little nicer than this," Nav said. He noticed that she kept using the word "Master," and he decided to remind her that it wasn't necessary.

"It's fine if you want to call me Master, but I want to make sure you know that you don't have to. You haven't called me Master in front of other people, and I appreciate that. That's important. Do not feel you are obligated to use that word when we're alone."

"Whatever you wish," Meena said. "It's hard for me to imagine that anyone would object. I look forward to being enslaved. To having a Master. And you have been so wonderful. I am so lucky to be your slave."

Nav kissed her. They wrapped their arms around each other and enjoyed the hot, moving water. Meena's use of the word Master reminded Nav that he wasn't doing his job. He hadn't given Meena an order all day. It was easy to treat her like any other woman, making gentle suggestions and avoiding direct orders. But Nav knew that Meena needed to be told what to do. There were plenty of examples of slaves who'd suffered because their Masters didn't order them around enough. The idea that slaves experienced distress if they weren't treated like slaves seemed contrary to common sense, but Nav knew it was something he had to embrace. He decided to do something about it when it was time to get out of the whirlpool.

"Meena, get us some towels," he said. Without a word, she slipped out of the tub, fetched towels, then stood there holding one up to wrap around Nav as he got out of the water. She rubbed the towel over his wet skin, drying off his entire body before drying off herself. Meena had a satisfied smile on her face as she performed this little duty.

She looked so desirable that Nav watched as she toweled off. She was aware of his gaze and what was behind it. Her own arousal followed, and she slipped into his arms when he beckoned. "I think we should take a little nap," Nav whispered. "I've got a special evening planned."

Meena nodded and followed Nav to the bedroom. They slipped under the clean, cool sheets and lay beside each other. It was very satisfying to take a moment and think about what was going to happen. Nav felt the urge to do all kinds of things to Meena. He wanted to go down on her. He wanted to introduce her to the pleasures of every possible position. But he wasn't going to do any of these things. Nav kept reminding himself that he had to let Meena learn about sex slowly, one step at a time, with plenty of opportunity to savor each new thing before moving on to another.

And it wasn't like either of them needed novelty. It was all new to Meena, and Nav knew exactly how to satisfy her. He started with the deep, soulful kisses that Meena responded to strongly. He continued by caressing her breasts and nipples, seeing them become so engorged with blood that they were big, very firm, with nipples turning faintly purple. Nav thrilled at the sight of Meena cumming from breast play alone, and he paused a moment before reaching down between her legs to feel her hot wetness. His touch made her cum again before he finally put his cock inside her.