Love, Honour and Obey

Chapter 16

Caleb

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(TW: Punishment/Anal)

Caleb stood rigid at the doorway, his hands behind his back; awaiting any further instruction that may come. Silence was what was commanded of him currently, so he stood, wordlessly observing the exchange between Mistress Nyathena and their guest, Lady Sarai.

Sarai had arrived the previous morning and had been keeping Nyathena occupied. This was the first time he had seen his Mistress since then. The dark circles around her eyes made her look tired beyond all reason and he was concerned for her well-being. He wanted to reach out for her, hold her and tell her that everything would be all right; but she had commanded him to stand. And honestly, he was rather embarrassed doing just that in front of their guests.

He wore the form-fitting waistcoat of the household, but his lower half only bore the tight briefs that Mistress Nyathena liked him to wear for her pleasure, small and body clinging and leaving little to the imagination, especially as he stood currently, with his legs slightly apart.

He only noticed Lady Sarai when she approached and gently lifted his chin. Her presence was commanding, a striking figure against the backdrop of the room. Sarai's dark skin gleamed under the soft light, accentuating her high cheekbones and regal features. Her hair was an elaborate masterpiece, a cascade of coils braided with intricate weaves of gold that shimmered with each movement. Her attire was a marvel of craftsmanship, covering her from neck to toe in a flowing gown that epitomized classic Dominion fashion. Delicate beadwork adorned the fabric, clinging to her curves in a way that both hinted at and concealed her form, before flaring out gracefully across the floor. She was stunning to behold, a vision of elegance that left a lasting impression.

"So well trained," Sarai complimented his Mistress, "Will mine be as good as this?"

Nyathena smiled and he could hear the pride in her voice; "Oh, yes. Caleb was one of my best finds."

Caleb felt his heart rate increase. Getting a compliment from his Mistress was a highlight of his day, hearing the pride in her voice made him feel nothing short of endearment towards her. Yet... he knew he shouldn't, but, when Sarai touched his chin his lashes lowered to look at her. A quick glimpse was all it took, their eyes met and in them, he saw... everything. A depth of worlds and experiences to share, a temptation so great that his fingers twitched to move, to touch her, to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. In an instant, he yearned and on the crest of that instant guilt followed. He was Mistress Nyathena's no one else's. All he was, was thanks to her. All he gave was for her and her alone.

As she spoke, Nyathena glanced over at him and noticed his reaction to Lady Sarai. It was...unseemly. She paused in her speech, her expression darkening. "Caleb," she said sharply, "come here." She motioned for him to approach.

Once he was close enough, she hissed, "You know better than that. You belong to me, and only to me." She took hold of his chin and turned his head so that he was looking directly into her eyes. "Do you understand me?"

In a heartbeat he was on his knees before her, legs spread, his hands tucked neatly behind his back; the pose of absolute submission that she had shown him. It had only been a glance he and Sarai had shared, but it was a break in his training. "Y... yes, Mistress," Caleb stammered to agree. "I'm sorry Mistress, I am yours, always." He felt the weight of both women's gazes on him, humiliation and guilt wrapping to his very core.

Nyathena's grip on his chin tightened. "I expect you to remember that, Caleb," she growled. She paused, then smiled at Lady Sarai. "Well, everything's been settled. Lady Sarai, I'll have the contract drawn up and sent over. Thank you for your business."