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draft kajirus gardening duty as assigned by Lady Myne
I draft kajirus 221, currently at least, ‘Property of Lady Dorna of Cos’, had an ahn before dawn been aroused from my kennel. At first, I had been fearful for some unknown indiscretion committed; however, I had been directed to stretch and exercise myself and then fed. Relieved, I was simply on an early work duty.
Hooded and leashed, I and a few others had been taken out of the pens by a Whip Mistress, dropping us off one by one, as we were assigned to our day’s duties. I had an inkling from the different textures my barefeet traversed that I was somewhere on the outskirts of the estate. Currently, I stood on soft earth, but had crossed the cobbled tiles of the pens, cool marble floors of corridors and then the hard crusted surface of the courtyard.
At my ankles, the Whip Mistress attached a short chain, to restrict my strides and thus potential thoughts of running for freedom.
As the Whip Mistress unfastened the buckle under my chin, pulling the hood from my head, I saw the silver desert in its dawn. The sky in the east, was cool and grey. It was difficult to believe then, in the cool of that morning, as early as late spring that the temperatures of the estate would be within hours better than one hundred and ten degrees Fahrenheit.
It had taken a fair bit of time to get here and I was the second to last kajirus. As I had done previously, the fellow knelt, while the Whip Mistress dealt with me.
"This day you work these garden beds, kajirus." she said, "You will work alone. Begin by turning over the soil. Then plant the furrows with vegetable seeds and seedlings. I'll leave some packets of carrot, celery and capsicum seeds for you to plant out, as well as some tomato and lettuce seedlings.”
“The tools you'll need for turning the soil over will be left against the garden shed wall. There are quite a few weeds that will need to be removed carefully before planting, as I don't want their seeds to be propagated, along with the vegetables,” she explained. “I trust you understand what is required of you? If you need clarification, ask now?”
“No Mistress, a boy understands.”
“Good, I will check on you periodically. Otherwise, enjoy the sun on your back and work hard. I expect the area to be completed before you return to the pens. I have filled a bucket of water for you to quench your thirst from the pump, you may drink at will throughout the day. It will be a hot one.”
I knelt in the dirt and kissed her boots. From my knees I watched her depart with a tug on the leash of the remaining kajirus.
I looked up toward the wakening sun. Today, as I worked, it would be a merciless and relentless presence to rival any Whip Mistress.
I looked down. Redundant as ever my manhood lay limply between my thighs, safe and sound within the manhood restraint. My hands rested on my well spread thighs, at least today, I could work in almost freedom without too restrictive restraints such as the previous day.
I thought of the silk slave, fifi, he whose path I had crossed yesterday. I wondered if he had ever done a days’ physical labour in his life. The pampered pet and plaything of a Free Lady, would probably feint at the thought of the task I had been assigned. I hated him for no apparent reason. I thought of his mistress, in an indirect way she was also my Mistress, the Lady Dorna. Although more accurately, she was my owner, the difference being she readily knew of fifi, while I, even after entering her life only yesterday, probably registered on her radar as entry on a balance sheet or as a mouth to feed on a pellet requisition. I would remember her well, her and the Lady Chloe. Both, despite my will power, had fuelled by imagination through the night.
Pushing myself up, knowing hard work as a good remedy to lust, I hobbled over to the shed wall. Picking out a hoe, I looked out across my assigned patch. It was quite daunting, in the distance I could see another kajirus working and even further was where we had come from, the main building’s and apartments of the estate. I thought I could even smell the salt on the air. For the first time, it dawned on me just how vast the estate was.
I was soon sweating profusely, at it still was not hot. I hacked and dug at the ground removing the weeds. Once, when new to my collar, it had felt odd to work nude, now as the sun tanned my flesh and insects buzzed about me, I was more accustomed to the feel and sight of my own nudity.
After what seemed like an ahn of solid work, I paused for a drink. Kneeling, hot sweaty and dusty before the bucket I kissed its rim, for it had been given to me by the Whip Mistress, before plunging my head into the cool water. Coming up I sucked in air, cool water dripping over my dusty body. I took another long drink before returning to my task.
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It was sometime later, in the afternoon, the heat was formidable and the sun filled the sky. There had been a brief, light breeze, but it had only cooled my duty body for a short while. I knelt in the freshly dug dirt, sowing a row of seeds, when the Whip Mistress returned.
I fell to my belly and greeted her, my lips to her dusty boots.
“Nadu kajirus. You are working well,” she observed.
“Yes Mistress.” I looked up at her, blinking, I saw that she too sweated greatly.
She patted my head. “Be aware that one of Lady Dorna’s close friends is touring the estate. If she comes your way, do not let me down.”
“No Mistress.”
“Back to work kajirus before I am tempted to have you cool my feet with your tongue.”
I reddened at the thought of such sexual contact. She simply laughed, “Do not fret kajirus, you have not been trained in such matters, I can wait till a suitably trained boy is readily available. I prefer my feet hot than an inexperienced or untrained slave slobbering over me.”
My sexual thoughts already fuelled, I could only gaze at her boots, wondering what her bared feet might be like. With care and with great attentiveness, would I address her feet and toes, with my tongue as well as lips given the opportunity. How submissive and devoted I would be.
The opportunity dismissed, the Whip Mistress left and I returned to sowing the seeds. I guessed the crops that I planted, would go to feed the free persons of the estate; certainly nothing such as carrots, celery or lettuce reached my feeding pans. Well, perhaps as unidentifiable scraps they did, but with the introduction of the universal livestock pellet feed, even the vegetable scraps were a treat these days.
I blinked my eyes against the heat and glare of the sun. I felt a trickle of sweat move down my left forearm, I looked and saw the channel it created amongst the dirt and dust that covered me. My whole body was stained with such sweat channels.
I moved down the furrow that I had dug, planting more seeds. I worked diligently know that even if shoddy worked was not identifiable today, when the crops grew, if the spacing between the plants was not sufficient, the Whip Mistress would come calling.
How I looked forward to cooling down under the pump at the end of the task.
**
I was sweating. I was hot. I had just relived myself for the third time, I was drinking so much water that despite sweating it off, I also urinated more. About me was nothing but the dirt. Or so I thought.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard a woman’s voice. I did not dare look up, but instead, diligently carried on with my work. Only if addressed would I turn round.
“Look at that draft kajirus, I think you would benefit from a day of such work,” the woman’s voice said. “See how he works, with his hands, kneeling naked and raw I the dirt, covered in sweat and dust. See how his muscles move. I think you would return to me after such a day, even more passionate to please me.”
“No doubt mistress,” carried a male’s voice. “But your kajirus already serves you with verve and such work would ruin his soft hands mistress. Think of such a slave’s rough dirty hands touching your feet or shoulders to massage you?”
“Yes but I would enjoy watching you perform such tasks. You would of course have to work nude too, it wouldn’t do for you to ruin your pretty silks. Out here, you wouldn’t even have a rag cheap rep-cloth.”
“Yes Mistress,” I heard the kajirus reply more forlornly.
The woman replied, but they had now moved beyond my hearing, so I knew not of what her next quip was.
I wiped my brow with my forearm. My forehead was drenched with sweat. Carefully I looked up and saw the couple walking away I the distance, the kajirus, I assumed a silk slave, carried an umbrella, protecting his Mistress from the intense sun rays. The kajirus seemed nude, but from the distance could have easily been dressed in brief diaphanous silks too. I guessed that the couple now departing over the horizon was the Free Lady and her accompanying slave, that Whip Mistress had mentioned.
I of course had no such luxury as an umbrella to shade me as I worked, instead my all over tan, got deeper and redder, until I burned.
Pausing, I stood and returned to the bucket, knowing I needed to keep my fluids intake up. I returned with the bucket filled, to water the seeds, to start them on their journey. I went back and forth many times filling the bucket to irrigate the new seedlings.
**
Much later, the sun had set, yet it was still hot, I had finally ran out of seeds to sow and watered all those that I had planted. I guessed I had been working over fourteen ahn. Tired and hungry, I made my way to the pump. Kneeling down, I bowed my head and with my left arm began to pump the water. Cool waters cascaded over me, washing some of the sweat and grime away, my left arm tiring I swapped with the right and continued with the unadulterated pleasure.
Cooled, I drank my fill. I was hungry and my stomach growled. I had squashed and tried to eat a green bug earlier but it had been disgusting and I had not been able to keep it in my mouth let alone swallow it.
Then, my task complete, kneeling in the nadu position, under the dripping pump, in the muddy wet ground awaited my collection by the Whip Mistress, to be returned to the pens. I was physically shattered, the sun and heat draining more than was usual for my daily labours. Despite this, I had enjoyed the work, it had offered more freedom than was normal and less close supervision of a Whip Mistress fault-finding my work.
**
This is a boy’s 2nd attempt at what life might be like for a draft slave on Gor, one that can have no illusions about sexual aspirations.
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