Enslaved - Love in the Future

A New Home

It was a long flight from the resort to Nav's primary home. They used the hours to talk, giggle, cuddle, and renew their memberships in the Mile High Club. Meena wondered about her new home, but Nav said nothing about it. He wanted to see her reaction.

It was, of course, spectacular. Nav's mansion was fairly modest and restrained for an oligarch, but it was still grander than anything Meena could have imagined. His jet dropped down to a landing pad, then wheeled into his hangar. Automated servants carried their luggage to the house. What a house it was.

It was substantial, but it didn't feature any of the traditional decorative elements usually found in mansions. No columns, fountains, or decorative art. No cherubs or gargoyles. Nav preferred the less-is-more architectural style that expressed beauty through the use of proportion, light, and elegant simplicity.

"I want you to meet someone," Nav said.

A very large man entered the room. "This is Feva," Nav said.

Feva was enormous. Meena was tall, but Feva towered over her. He had the broadest shoulders she'd ever seen. "I'm delighted to meet you, Ma'am," he said. His handshake enveloped Meena's entire hand. He appeared to have Samoan ancestry, which went with his traditional Samoan name. It seemed to explain his stature.

It was an illusion. "Feva is a robot," Nav said. "He looks just like a person, but he isn't. You'll find that in most ways, he's better than a person. He's smart, he's kind, and he's yours. If you need anything, have a question about anything, or want to go anywhere, Feva will take care of you. Part of the reason he's so big is that he'll be your bodyguard. He's very powerful, but that shouldn't be necessary. His size should discourage anyone who wants to bother you."

Feva said, "I look forward to serving you, Ma'am. The robots at the plantation had very nice things to say about you."

Nav didn't want to take the time to give Meena a tour of every room in the house, but he showed her the most important ones. The kitchen was suitable for anything from a meal for one to providing a staging area for caterers helping with a very large party. There were two pools - a large indoor pool suitable for year-round lap swimming, and a larger outdoor one with everything from cabanas and barbecue grills to low and high level diving boards.

"You'll stay here with me while your own home is constructed," Nav said. "I've lived long enough to know that it's not a good idea to expect a woman as cultured and creative as you to live in a space you didn't create yourself. We'll have you work with an architect and some designers to come up with a place that feels like home. Now, I want you to know we will spend a lot of time together. We'll be together almost every day. But I imagine you'll be happier if we spend that time in a place you can call your own."

A big robot. A new house. What other surprises were coming? "Will my home be near here?" she asked.

"It will be connected to the main house somehow. Maybe a corridor. Maybe a doorway. I don't think we'll use a tunnel, but that's something you can work out with the architect. Whatever suits you. But I never want to be far from you, Meena."

"That's good to hear, Master," she said.

Nav had worked hard to prepare for assuming his duties as a Master. He'd completed mandatory training before even being allowed to bid; the law required that potential masters get an explicit explanation of their responsibilities, and it was more complicated than Nav expected. Plus, when he left the plantation he got a package that some Masters jokingly called the "Slave Owners Manual." He'd signed a contract promising to regularly view tutorials that explained everything a Master needed to know.

He took her to a large room with a grand piano.

"This is where you'll perform your duties until your own home is ready. The most important duty you have is to work on your music. I value your talent, and I expect you to do your best cultivating your musical skills. For now, you will study advanced piano technique and advanced singing. Do you understand?

"Yes sir," Meena said. Nav was ordering her to do the thing she wanted most. Hearing him deliver this news in the form of strict orders made her swoon a bit.

"You will exercise. This entire wall is a display screen. You will find exercise programs suitable for your needs. You can have whatever equipment you want. If you need something, Feva will get it for you. Fitness is important, but not as important as your music. If you're too busy to do both, make the music your first priority."

"I will, Master," she said. Of course she would exercise. Meena had the athletic potential to become an elite competitor. She'd always exercised, but she'd never had a Master order it before. Bliss.

"When we were on our trip, I discovered that I love watching you dance. You will dance for me from now on. I don't know enough about dancing to tell you what to do, but it's clear to me that you are able to express your femininity through dance. Find ways to dance that are erotic. I want it to become part of our sex lives. Like a form of foreplay."

"Yes sir. I will look into it. I'll make you proud of me."

Nav was sure she would. From her reaction, he thought he'd done a good job of ordering her to do things she wanted to do anyway. It would become harder to find new ways of meeting her needs for regular orders, but things were going well so far.

He noticed that Meena kept glancing at the piano. It was a large concert grand. "I had that delivered after I bought you," Nav said. "We'll move it to your space as soon as it's constructed, but you can play here for now. I've got a sound-proof office on the other side of the house, so you can play as loud as you like."

It was beautiful. "I've never seen a real piano before," she said softly. She'd learned to play electronic keyboards that were of very good quality, but she'd never heard the sound of real hammers hitting real strings.

"Play something," Nav said, being careful to phrase it as an order.

Meena sat on the seat and lifted the cover that protected the keys. Sliding the cover out of the way caused a soft echo. This instrument was not just big, it was heavy, and it was built with materials that resonated in ways that the best keyboards couldn't duplicate. It went well with her incredible voice as she sang a song made famous by Billie Holiday.

In my solitude, you haunt me

With reveries of days gone by

In my solitude, you taunt me

With memories that never die

I sit in my chair, and filled with despair

There's no one could be so sad

With gloom everywhere, I sit and I stare

I know that I'll soon go mad

There were more lyrics, and a poignant ending. "That was lovely, Meena," Nav said. "I don't know very much about pianos, so I hired an expert and told her to get a piano suitable for a musical genius," Nav said.

"You say the nicest things, Master."

Nav's bedroom was large, but sparse. The furnishings were minimalistic. His closet was actually more impressive; it was as big as the bedroom, and had features Meena couldn't identify. The master bath had a tub, a whirlpool and two showers; the larger shower was big enough for a half dozen people to use at once.

"The bedroom has a feature I'm sure you'll enjoy," Nav said. "It's called the ArousAll, and it's a love machine." He picked up a remote control and activated the display walls and ceiling. Abruptly, the room appeared to be a little hut with a thatched room. It was on a beach, with the ocean visible nearby. They heard the sound of waves and a sea breeze. The thatching swayed as if it was moving in response to wind, but Meena couldn't feel even a trace of wind.

"Lay down," Nav said, patting a spot next to him on the bed. It was so relaxing, like a private beach. "It's pretty easy to see how pleasant it would be to make love in a setting like this," Nav said.

"This is wonderful," Meena said.

"There are so many choices, I haven't seen them all," Nav said. "This is my favorite." Holding the remote, Nav made the bedroom look like the inside of a rustic cabin. The view through the windows made it appear they were in deep, dark woods. Meena heard what sounded like rain pelting down on a metal roof. Lightning flashed in the windows. Thunder rumbled in the imaginary distance. The illusion was almost perfect. By looking very closely, Meena saw what appeared to be a thin sheet of glass separating them from the simulated walls and ceiling of the simulated cabin.

"This isn't just for sex," Nav said. "If I have any trouble sleeping, this knocks me right out."

There was a setting that made the room look like a grassy field under a starry sky. Another setting looked like an elegant room in a hotel in Paris; the Eiffel Tower was visible beyond the open balcony. Another setting gave a view of mountains that reminded Meena of the resort where they spent their first week together.

"Here's one you might like," Nav said. Instantly, the walls and ceiling turned into perfect mirrors. Meena looked up and saw herself and Nav side-by-side on the bed. It took a moment for her to visualize making love while looking at the mirrors.

She giggled. "This is . . . very naughty," she said.

"That's what I like about it," Nav said. He used the remote to change the room again. There was candlelight. The room looked sparse. Simple. "What kind of music would you like?" Nav said.

Meena thought they were about to make love, and Nav was asking what kind of background music she wanted.

"Miles Davis.

Kind of Blue

."

Nav heard soft, buttery tones of the most sensuous jazz ever played. "Very nice," Nav said. "I've never heard anything like it."

Meena was beginning to realize something sad. "Master, does anybody actually listen to jazz?" she asked.

"Not many," he said. "I did some checking after you played that beautiful song the first time we spoke. There are a few fans of jazz. A few dedicated musicians have little ensembles that play for small audiences. I wish I could say that lots of people love it the way you do."

Meena was the only girl on the plantation who liked jazz. The other girls liked hearing her play, but none of them wanted to learn to play it themselves. The virtual music instructors were capable of teaching any genre, so Meena studied jazz after she heard some in a collection of old music from bygone eras. People on the plantation almost never told the girls anything about the outside world, so Meena had no way of knowing she was learning music that no longer had an audience.

She snuggled up to Nav. "Here's something you might like," he said.

Spread across the ceiling was the image of a handsome man and a beautiful woman. It was like looking through a window into their bedroom. They kissed, looked at each other longingly, and removed their clothes. With a shock, Meena realized they were about to make love. Until that moment, she hadn't imagined that erotic entertainment like this existed. Nav was watching Meena more closely than the scene above them.

"Who are these people, Master?" she asked.

"They are a married couple who make recordings like this for a living. A pretty good living. They are quite popular. I could show you similar recordings made by actors, but I like the work of these two because their affection is so obviously genuine."

That's how it looked to Meena. It was easy to imagine her Master touching her like the husband touched his wife. What was more interesting was watching how the wife touched her husband. She knew a lot more than Meena about the way a woman should make love to a man. She didn't just lie back and let her husband give her pleasure; she was an active participant in the scene playing out above. The wife knew the kinds of things Meena longed to know.

The wife pulled off her husband's undergarments, had him sit on the edge of their bed, and knelt between his legs. She took his cock in her hand, gave him a loving smile, then sucked him into her mouth. This was just like what Meena had done for the first time yesterday!

"Does this remind you of anything?" Nav asked, chuckling.

A blowjob is not very complicated. What Meena watched on the recording was fundamentally the same thing she'd done with Nav. But in some ways it was . . . different. There were subtle variations that stemmed from the wife's much greater experience sucking cock.

The wife looked at her husband at times, making eye contact in a way that was indescribably sensuous.

I want to do that with Master!

Meena thought. The wife's head rocked back and forth in a graceful rhythm that obviously pleased her husband, who stroked her cheeks and hair as he told her he loved her.

Her lips and mouth moved up and down this cock while her hand stroked the shaft. It was like a dance, an exquisitely erotic performance done for the pleasure of the man she loved. Meena saw that the wife was moving a little faster. By now the cock was slick, and the wife was sucking in a way that made her cheeks get hollow every time she pulled back. It was spellbinding. The husband's pleasure was obvious, and the wife seemed to be smiling around his cock.

She went faster, and deeper, and it wasn't long before Meena knew the husband was going to have an orgasm. He had a large cock, and it trembled in his wife's hand and mouth. He gasped, and suddenly started to cum. He throbbed in a way that meant he must be shooting cum down her throat. Again. Again. The wife closed her eyes in concentration as she worked to keep up with the flow that started in her husband's balls and ended in her belly.

Meena saw that something subtle was happening. There was a kind of cycle. Suck, then swallow, then relax, then repeat. Her head bobbed up and down as part of the cycle. Meena didn't completely understand; obviously, this was something that took practice.

The husband finally slumped backwards in bed. His wife kept sucking, and she used her hand to milk him until every drop was in her mouth. She let her husband's soft cock slip from between her lips, then gave him a sweet, happy smile that wasn't part of some act. These people loved each other.

The wife raised up until she was face-to-face with the husband, parted her lips, and let some of his cum dribble down her chin and onto her breasts. The cum - and she'd kept a lot of cum in her mouth - trickled down to her belly. The wife used a finger to scoop up the cum, then stuck the finger into her mouth to suck it clean. She did this over and over until she'd cleaned up most of the cum, leaving a shiny, sticky mess all down her front.

The scene faded until Nav and Meena saw their ceiling again. Meena was trembling with lust. "Did you like that?" Nav asked.

"It was amazing, Master. I want to be able to do that for you."

"Meena, you already did that for me."

"Not like that," she said. "She did much better." She was quiet for a long moment. "Can I try again?" she asked.

They took off their clothes, Nav sat on the bed, and Meena kneeled on the floor between his legs. Watching the recording made Nav hard, so Meena went straight to work.

She was a quick learner. Nav watched her give him a blowjob exactly like the one they'd just seen. "I think you've got this figured out," Nav said. Meena looked up, made eye contact, and winked.

It didn't take long before Nav came. Laying next to Meena and watching that performance was very exciting, and he felt his orgasm get close. Like most men, Nav loved a good blowjob, and he preferred it when it lasted a long time, but he didn't try to prolong it because Meena was so new at cocksucking that he didn't want to tire her out or make her think she was doing something wrong. He came just as forcefully as the husband, and Meena sucked it down her throat. Just like the wife, Meena kept the last of his cum in her mouth, which she let drip down her front. It was lovely.

"That was beautiful," Nav said when he caught his breath. Meena showed him a happy, satisfied smile as she scooped up the remains of his cum and sucked her fingers clean. She knew she'd done a good job. She looked forward to sucking Nav's cock a lot in the future.

Nav lifted her by the shoulders and laid her down next to him on the bed. Meena felt overwhelmed by lust. All that stimulation left her hungry for her Master. She was a bit sad that his cock was soft and would stay that way for a while. At that moment, she wished he could throw her down on the mattress and pound her pussy until she exploded in ecstacy.

That's not what happened.

"That was so beautiful, I'd like to see it again," Nav said.

Picking up the remote, Nav used the ceiling to display a recording that shocked Meena even more than the last one. It was her! She saw herself kneel down between Nav's legs, smile sweetly, then suck his cock into her mouth. She didn't see any cameras or microphones in the room, but there had to be a lot of them, because the recording looked just as good as the professional job made by the married couple. An AI selected camera angles, controlled brightness levels, and made sure the sound was perfect.

Nav put his arm around Meena's shoulder. "See how beautiful you are?" he said. She did. The image of Meena on the ceiling was sweet, and sexy, and caring, and generous. She cuddled up to Nav. Without thinking about it, she took his soft cock in her hand.

When it was over, Meena was panting with lust. This was the most excited she'd felt since she gave Nav her virginity. "Buying you was the smartest thing I've ever done," Nav said. It was the greatest compliment she could ever hear. Her breeding and background combined to make her want one thing more than any other: Master's approval.

"Thank you, Master. I am so glad to hear you say that."

She was also glad about something else. Nav was hard again. Meena felt a sexual hunger that made it impossible to think of anything else. She'd been turned on before watching the recording of the way she'd sucked Nav's cock. Now, she was almost paralyzed with desire. She squeezed Nav's cock and was glad when it twitched a little.

He propped himself on one elbow and bent to kiss Meena passionately. He kissed her again and again, pressing his hand against her face, smoothing her hair, and stroking her neck. These simple caresses felt like overpowering waves of sensuous feeling. He kissed her cheeks, neck, and forehead, returning always to deep soulful kisses of her open lips.

Nav wanted to do something special for Meena. She was such a wonderful woman, he wanted to please her more than anything. The blowjob meant he wouldn't come again for a while, and he felt no urgency as they began making love. Nav thought it would be a good time to try to make Meena cum as many times as he could. Slaves were famously multi-orgasmic. He'd seen this already. This was a good time to show Meena he wanted to satisfy her as much as she satisfied him.

Kissing her shoulders, Nav ran one finger up and down between her breasts. He hadn't touched them directly, but Meena was so excited her breasts were already swollen and firm, with nipples so hard and erect they hurt. Nav began kissing and caressing her breasts. It was agonizingly delicious. She wanted to grab his hand and press it firmly against her, but she was unable to do anything except respond to his touch.

She called out when his lips brushed against one nipple. She felt her heart beating in her engorged breasts. She called out again when Nav sucked the nipple between his lips. One hand squeezed her breast so gently he was barely touching her, but to Meena it felt like hot, pulsing pleasure.

She came when he carefully bit her other nipple. Her breasts throbbed, and she felt contractions in her pussy. He'd barely begun making love, and already she was burning for him.