Date: Thu, 31 Oct 2002 20:31:43 -0800 From: arthur Subject: Mythra's Child part 1 A SUB TO LOVE authoritarian CHILD OF MYTHRA (A Sub To Love) Book Two Part One By Arthur Authors Note: Ok guys, you talked me into it, heres book two of 'A Sub To Love' hope it will keep your interest as much as book one did, for those who enquired, this book will contain some of the legend of the Mythra or at least where it came from as I was taught at the time. This book will contain more and heavier scenes than the one before as our 'little dove' will be progressing as well in his submission. Many enquiries for my other writings so I'm going to list them here for those of you that are interested, all can be seen here on NIFTY in the adult/youth section of the archives. Other Stories: The Vision (unfinished) Two Halves Sioni ( also to be added book two) Jomel Sneak Thief Flight of Fancy (unfinished) Thats it guys, hope you enjoy the rest of 'A Sub To Love' As always I am interested in your opinions on any of my stories and will take note of all advice, for return mail please include your email address and I will write to all that ask me too. Part One: As the evening dining got underway the honouring of Eric continued with the invitation to sit with the Prime Masters at their table, which of course left me without a slave to tend to my needs but this was quickly resolved by Master Alton as he approached the table less formally than would be normal if we were still doing the work of the conlclave. "Master James?" "Master Alton, what can I do for you?" "It's more what I would like to do for you and Mythra's child." "And what's that Master Alton?" "I see that as the Child of Mythra is being honoured, you have no slave to tend to you, I would therefore like to offer you my slave to serve you at your pleasure, and of course your slave as well." "Master Alton, that's a most generous offer, we would gladly accept as long as it does not inconvenience youself." "Not at all, you would honour us both by your acceptance, Master James." "Then how can I refuse, we thank you Master Alton and will value his service." "Ahh, here is his remote, he made need a tickle up now and again,( chuckle) and I'm sure that during the games later in the evening you may like to educate him a little, he may appreciate your fine touch on the cross." "Again my thanks Master Alton, I'll try to entertain him later." "My pleasure and my honour Master James, boy you'll obey Master James or the Child of Mythra in all things until Master James returns you to me, is that clear, speak?" "Yes Master, in all things I shall obey." "Good boy, Master James he's all your's for the evening." Peter took his place between Eric and myself, kneeling on the floor at rest waiting for his orders as Grant another of the Primes pointed out. "Well James you're both very lucky, Alton almost dotes on that boy, he must think a great deal of Eric to release him to you." "Does he really, I had no idea." "Yes, I think the boy must have hit a heart string with him, most unlike Alton, you know how he can be when it comes to his boy's." "Yes, he has changed a lot from the old days when he was out for blood all the time." "Yes, you know we had to enforce section 23 on him three years ago, don't you?" Section 23 was a part of the tenets of conduct for a Master whereby he was considered to be using excessive force bordering on abuse on his slave and was then taken before the council of Primes for a hearing and if found guilty was subjected to the councils discipline by the Master of the Rod, if it was serious this could take days and sometimes weeks before he was released to continue his life, but he was not allowed to have a slave for a period of six months and then must report to the council weekly for the next six months to make sure his slave was being well kept and cared for, it was severe but it was also for the protection of our way of life, to administer our own justice kept the usual public attitudes out of our business. "No Grant, I didn't know, as you're aware I've been out of contact for a number of years, I was ready to give it all up after Cameron, but then my little dove appeared and, well you've all seen for yourselves, how could I refuse?" "You're right James, how could you refuse, are you enjoying yourself Eric?" "Yes Prime Master Grant." "No need for that, Eric, sir will do tonight, this night is to honour you so you can relax and enjoy, ok?" "thank you sir." "Eric, come stand up here beside me." Eric stood up and took the step toward me, I took out my key and turned him around and released the padlock holding his chastity belt, removing it I hung it on the back of his chair, the look on his face as he realised he was free for the evening was worth the battle and pain in my mind for the whipping he'd had earlier. "Ok Eric, you're free for this evening but you don't cum without my permission as usual, ok?" "Oh, thank you Master, but it's going to be hard, but I'll try my best." "No Eric, you wont try, you will not cum without my permission is an order not a request." "Yes Master." "Good boy, now anything else is yours to have tonight except that, ok little dove?" "Yes James, thank you, I'll not cum till you tell me." As the other slaves left their Masters to get the first course of dinner I looked down at Peter waiting for his orders. "You may go with the others boy, for the first course, when you return you will service the Child of Mythra while he has his soup, he is not to cum, understand?" "Yes Master." "Good boy, off you go." Peter rose from the floor and went off after the others as I looked down at Eric, as hard as ever at the thought of what was to come when the soup arrived, his rigid little flag pole begining to drip at the idea of it, who could resist, I hit the remote, he went into instant overdrive as 'buzz' started to get him in the mood, the wriggles moans and white knuckles on the edge of the table told everone at there what was happening, Nigel looked at him then me with an eyebrow raised. "Buzz?" I smiled in agreement. "You can still be an evil bugger, can't you James?" I smiled again just as the soup arrived and Peter placed the plates on the table then ducked underneath and between Erics legs as I switched off 'buzz' taking Eric fully into his mouth, the look of total bliss came over Erics face as the hotness of Peters mouth swallowed him to the pubics, I hit Peters remote to give him an incentive, the table was in an uproar as the wriggling and moaning took over from our soup. "You going to keep them at it all night, James?" "Well they need a bit of fun too, Nigel." The other slaves knelt at their Masters feet with a look of longing on their faces as they watched Eric convulsing, moaning and wriggling on his chair, he was so close he was going to explode, then Peter appeared from under the table, glanced in Erics dirction and with a look of satisfaction at seeing he had timed it right knelt between us again waiting but with a look of pain on his face as his own 'buzz' continued to stimulate him, I switched it off and the glazed look began to disappear from his face. "Better have our soup Eric." "Yyyyyeesss, JJames." "Feel better Eric?" "Not yet James." (Chuckle) "You will later" Eric fell to his soup and kept looking sidelong at Peter kneeling at our feet, the precum still flowing copiously from his organ, Peter looked up into my face in askance, I nodded, he went to Eric and cleaned him off just enough to keep him clean then returned to his position waiting to do it again as needed. As I looked around the room at the assembled Masters and slaves I noticed a lot of them looking in Erics direction, the Master's with envy and respect, the slaves with adoration at my little dove of a boy and his glowing globes bare on the chair as he sqirmed about during Peter's ministrations, many a happy nod came from the Master's as they caught my eye. "We have some entertainment organised for after dinner, James, if you'd care to stay for it?" "Yes, I'll be here, the boy will want to see what the annual conclave is all about, Nugel." "Good, Greg,(the Master of the Rod) is going to get his boy up for a heating, he was asking if you'd do a stint on the Stock for us all?" The stock he was talking about was a short whip used mainly in Australia and New Zealand on cattle farms and stock stations in aussie, it's usually made with a cane handle about 15" in length, the tail is of plaited leather about 6 feet long starting at 1" in diameter and tapering to it's thin end leaving a tab with a slot like a button hole in the end, to this was attached about 8" of 3 stranded string to act as a 'cracker', it's also plaited into the end and can be used not only for it's sound value but can cut like a hot knife through butter and in the wrong hands will do permanent damage, a good proponent of the stock whip can shred a small bush in seconds and leave only the stem, it is very dangerous to use and takes a lot of practice to do what they were expecting from me later in the evening. "Yes I think I can arrange that for us all, I'll just call Alton and see if he's agreeable to allowing Peter to be a part of it." I looked around and saw Alton at a far table with friends and signalled him, he rose and made his way through the throng to our table. "James you were wanting me?" "Yes Alton, I've been asked to do a stint on the stock later and wondered if you would lend me Peter for the action, of course I'll need you there to keep an eye on him." "Ahha, so they talked you into it did they?" "Yes, sucked in as usual, do you mind?" "Not at all, he needs a heating up and I'd like to see you in action again, the last time gave me shivers for a week afterward." "Good, ok then later, how you getting on without your boy for service?" "No worries there, Alex has got his boy doing a great job keeping us both happy." "Well young Peter is doing a great job here to, seems Eric is on tenterhooks all the time." "You got him 'buzzed' as well then?" "Yep, he likes it and with Peter adding a little spice he should be ready for a duet with the stock." "A duet, haven't seen that before?" "Haven't done it before, it's one of those make it up as you go jobs, should be fun." "I have a feeling it will be, well I better get back, I'll see you for the fun." "Ok Alton, thanks again for Peter he's been a real help so far." "Glad to hear it, let me know if he play's up." (chuckle) "Will do, later then?" "Ok later." Alton returned to his table and I looked over at Eric, he had a pensive look on his face as he remembered the conversation and what the future of the night would bring.I signalled Peter that Eric was looking a little soft and needed his help before the next course arrived, he diligently ducked under the table to help Erics little problem, to help him I hit the button on both their remotes and leaned back in the chair with a grin as they both tried to concentrate on the task in hand, Eric trying not to cum and Peter trying to bring him as close as possible while the vibrators tried to upset them both. Nigel looked over at me raising his eyebrows in a 'oh god you're a bastard' look, then the rest of the table caught up with what was going on and roared out with laughter at the antics of the two boy's. Peter was well taught in that by the end of the dinner he had brought eric to the peak no less than nine times without loosing it, it appeared that Eric had all but forgotten his episode with the ten kisses and was now centered on his own groin and the non release of his pent up needs. The food and wine had taken it's toll on the Masters and as we sat back to relax their slaves were allowed to leave their positions and go to the kitchen area for their own meals, we would have about an hour to relax and chat as Greg set up his body stocks in the center of the room and we waited until the boys had returned to the hall then Nigel rose to his feet to make the announcements. "Masters, we now have a little entertainment for you before the evening degenerates to it's normal standard of the conclave, Master Greg is going to give his boy a little heating, and then Prime Master James has agreed to show us the Stock." At this the whispering began as none of the new slaves had seen the stock used as I planned to and a few of the newer Masters had not seen it as well so the hubbub was runing around the room as they tried to find out what went on. "Masters please, a bit of shush for a minute then the fun begins, Prime Master James has agreed to do a duet with the stock and Master Alton has kindly allowed his slave Peter to be a part of it, so before Master Greg continues I'd like a show of fists for everyone in appreciation." A loud banging of leather gloved fists hitting tables was the reply to Nigels request, then all settled back in their chairs to watch, as I said before Greg was all brute force but one thing he had was an almost uncanny sense of timing and positioning with the whip head, he was one of those people that could shave you with a whip, but he used all strength to control it and not technique as I used, due mainly to the size difference in us as I was not able to generate the brute force he used for control. Greg called out for his boy to join him in the center of the hall, I'd not seen his new boy and was surprised to see a very slim asian boy of about 23 appear from the room beside the front stage area, he was of the china doll look, petite with a smooth skin completely shaven and no more than 5' 4" tall, slim and with two round little mounds to die for as far as a nice butt went he had it in spades, his small mast was erect and was only about the same as Erics 4" shaft, he strode to Greg and you could see the beginings of a challenge in his eyes, yes he had that iner strength to be a Master one day even though he did not have the muscle bulk of the so called ideal Master. Greg took him up onto the platform and opened the stocls for him, placing his hands in the outer holes and his head in the center then lowering the locking board, when he was fitted into place Greg went to the rear of the stocks and raised the the boards holding the boy with a winch until he was up on his toes, then Greg returned to the front and spoke quietly in the boys ear, the boy nodded his head the Greg went to his table and selected a 12 foot Lansing similar to a bull whip but more of a bay version, it was still not to be toyed with, a good lansing could tear you apart in seconds, it was a brute of a whip and needed a man with the strength of a brute to control it. Greg turned to the crowd and set out the planned exhibition. To Be Continued: P.S. Hot shot please send address for the information you require: