The day I lost my freedom

Touches

I was thinking a lot overnight. I was lucky Kurokami was the one who bought me. Well I didn't know what to expect in the future, but it could already be alot worse than it is now. Kuro was trying extremely hard to make it easier for me. He had a clear goal that he wanted to achieve which I disagreed with, but he didn't push me. He gave me a lot of time to adapt and when he was trying to make progress with me he was doing it very carefully. I was grateful for all of that and I should probably stop treating him so badly.

From start I was afraid that if we got even closer to having sex, it would cause me troubles due to the trauma I experienced from re-education programme, but because he wasn't trying to rape me directly I should be fine. Probably I wouldn't even mind having sex with him unless it would be forced. I'll see how it develops further.

When I woke up in the morning, Kurokami was sitting close to my head, leaning with his back against the wall. He didn't have a shirt and was watching me.

"Finally awake?" He asked. I just grunted and closed my eyes again.

"Are you going to sleep all day?"

"Sleep is important. You should also try it," I replied calmly.

"That long sleep can't be healthy," he replied. I looked at him again.

"Are you envious?" I asked him with a smile.

"Actually yes. I'd like to have so much time to waste."

"Hah, ok, let's exchange our roles then. I'll be your master and you will be my slave," I laughed at him. He seemed to be intrigued by the idea.

"And what would you want from me, if I was your slave?" he asked.

"You won't find out until you try," I replied playfully. He smiled. I had already noticed earlier that he liked these games.

"I'll keep that idea for later. Now I'd like to start your training."

Wow. He was so eager to continue the training. My good mood instantly faded.

"Sit up Keira. Here, in front of me," he asked and turned to face me. It didn't seem like a direct order. I did what he wanted.

"I need you to get used to my touches," he told me. I knew what he wanted from me. At least I had the opportunity to mentally prepare myself.

"Put your hands on my chest. Just like yesterday."

I did so. He raised his hands and tried to catch mine. I immediately drew them back. It was more of a reflex than anything else.

"Again... and leave them there."

I hesitated for a moment. Although I didn't want to resist him too much, I didn't like the idea of him touching me but I did put my hands on his chest again. Before he could touch me I jerked away again. He glared at me.

"You are denying me Keira," he said in a low warning voice.

"I do... And what are you going to do about it? Touch me? What difference does it make if you touch me like this or as a punishment?" I protested. It didn't make any sense.

I really wanted to cooperate but as he started to push me, I couldn't stand it. He continued to glare at me for another moment. Then he raised his finger in front of me.

"Touch my finger."

I had no idea what he was planning but I didn't like it a bit. I slowly raised my hand and lightly touched his finger with mine. It sparked between us and a wave of excitement went through my finger into my whole body. It was like when a teenager touches his crush for the first time. Which was bullshit, I wasn't in love with him! I didn't know where it came from but he had to feel the same thing because he froze for a while.

"Now slide that finger to my palm," he continued as he recovered from the situation. I slowly moved my forefinger to his palm, while his fingers touched me on the way. When I was done he tenderly gripped my hand. It almost looked like we were shaking hands now.

"Now tell me Keira... Are you touching me or am I touching you?" he asked.

"I would say we are touching each other," I replied.

"So I am also touching you right? And does it bother you? Because it doesn't seem like it."

Now I understood the meaning of this.

"But it's not the same," I sighed.

"How is it different?"

"Maybe because I did that by myself voluntarily?" I said my guess. He thought about it for a moment.

With his second hand he grabbed our holding hands. With his thumb he began to gently stroke me.

"Now I am touching you without your participation."

"I don't mind that," I confessed. Some people do that when they are shaking hands. It wasn't that strange to me.

In response, he began to gently slide his hand down to the elbow. I started to fidget until I had completely snatched from his grasp. With interest he observed my reactions.

"Does your back hurt?" he asked.

That question surprised me a bit. Only then I realized I was stretching my back. The bed wasn't that comfortable and for the last few days I was straightening my back after sleep without realizing it.

"Take off your nightdress and lie down on your stomach. I'll massage you," he said. I looked at him in surprise.

"C'mon. It has no sexual overtones, so massage cannot bother you. Plus, it'll help you," he spurred me. I turned away from him and lifted up my nightdress exposing my free back. I still had the nightdress covering the front of my body. Then I lay down. He carefully sat down on my bare ass.

"You still have some bruises on your back. I'll try to avoid them," he told me and started with his massage. Surprisingly, I really didn't mind him touching me on my back. Within a few seconds I was totally relaxed. He was so good at it! I have always liked massages and I had them often and from many different people but damn, they weren't even near Kurokami's skill. I moaned blissfully.

"Kuro... You are really good at this," I praised him. He laughed.

"I'm honored. This is the first time you praised me for something."

"You better not get used to it," I warned him happily. He smiled.

"I like when you are happy Keira," he said sweetly. I continued to enjoy his massage.

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