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kajiruspet -> Chained at the foot of the Tatrix's throne (3/24/2013 8:40:16 AM)
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The civic audience chamber of the Tatrix of Ar was a large, vaulted room, lit by torches set in the walls. In spite of its loftiness, it was a warm room, well illuminated with natural sunlight via a vast mosaic glass canopy.
After the ringing of the bar for the eleventh Ahn, the chamber began to fill with citizens of Ar; a whole Ahn before the Tatrix herself would grace her citizens with her presence. It was at this time the general whispers, the voices of the members of the Tatrix's household preparing the for the daily forum lost within the room, gave way to a noisy crescendo of conversations as people flooded in.
The focus of the room was obvious to any visitor, it was a dais set towards the back of the chamber, and leading up to this dais, many steps, resplendent in sleen furs, led to a magnificent curule chair throne.
On the broad steps leading to the throne, there were curule chairs, on which sat, members of the High Council of Ar.
About the room, here and there, stood stern warriors of Ar, grim in their leather helmets, members of the Tatrix’s personal guard. They had been in place within the room, from before the ringing of the bar for the tenth Ahn; securing the chamber from the potential of assassins.
About the throne, large and soft cushions were scattered over the furs, and it was here too that this boy had also been present in the chamber before the tenth Ahn. The furs and silk cushions, were this boy’s home, where chained by a long chain attached to a boy’s collar, a boy was secured to the throne. Removed twice daily, for ablutions and feeding; this boy led a very secluded life, despite the many goings on that were witnessed in the chambers, this boy caught very few of the conversations, being from Cos. This boy’s wards, and indeed the Tatrix herself, considered it beneficial that this boy should be kept purposefully ignorant, and thus had spent no care on teaching him their language.
This boy was known as simply the Tatrix’s pet, and in anyway this boy could ever consider, it was a pretty accurate moniker. Once a Free Man of Cos, this boy’s family had fallen into disgrace at home on the island Cos and as such, the ruling Lords had had little or no qualms abut offering this boy up as part of the peace treaty between the two ruling regions. In addition as a member of a previous diplomatic group that had visited the court of the Tatrix during the war years, that had been deemed to have caused offence by not bringing the Tatrix a gift of silk slaves, it had been viewed as ironically fitting that this boy be offered belatedly in their stead. Thus a boy had heard himself also referred to as the Tatrix’s Cosain urt boy, but it was mainly only the Tatrix’s personal guard that used that moniker.
The buzz of the crowds, was the signal for this boy to desist from reclining amongst the furs, and assume position. Crawling on hands and knees this boy moved towards the front of the throne and mounted a large black cushion, kneeling nadu facing the in coming crowds.
As governed by a boy’s wards, a boy remained naked continually; body and loins shaven or plucked. His head was mostly shaven too, save for a thick cord of blond hair, a scalp lock at the centre of a boy’s head, that reached down to his buttocks, platted in a long braid, tied by a pink ribbon.
Hanging between a boy’s well split thighs, his thick manhood was baldly exposed. Its foreskin had been removed; a direct order of the Tatrix, a boy had been told; and its naked head, pierced with a thick gold ring. Once a boy’s manhood had hung, albeit redundantly, over his plucked ball sac beneath, but no more. After, a little over a year as the Tatrix’s pet, at the tipsy bequest of one of her friends and councillors, the Lady Tabitha, the Tatrix had had her pet neutered.
As a boy adjusted his position, his chains slid a little on the tiles, he settled his knees split so wide so that his manhood rested upon the cushion.
Upon the cushion, a boy was expected to act as any kajirus, so despite the important proceedings at times, a boy knew full well the importance of keeping his head bent and to stare down passively with no inclination of his surroundings. Curiosity was unbecoming in a kajirus and, in this, a boy was helped by his ignorance of the language, but even so over the years a boy had picked enough words to not be totally in the dark. Mentally was frustrating to be purposely kept from the matters that concerned only the free.
Thus kneeling, on the cushions, before the citizens of Ar, as the Tatrix’s pet was a sustained daily humiliation, both physically and mentally; fitting for a Cosian who had once insulted the Tatrix of Ar.
Who he had been, and what he had become, was often explained merrily by the Lady Tabitha or other councillors of the Tatrix, to any inquisitive visiting ambassadors. “This is Maximillian, once an envoy of Cos. Once he offended the Tatrix, in this court, with some disparaging comments concerning her policies. She plans take him back to Cos one day, so on his leash he might show her the sights of Cos. She is particularly keen on having a tour of the markets, so that he can show her all the local delicacies. Of course she would be so considerate to him and his homesickness for his own land, that she would allow him first sight of his homeland, tied to the prow of her vessel. He would look so pretty.”
Prone or kneeling at their feet, such comments still caused this boy to groan at such a thought, as compared to that, remaining on show as the point of the court’s derision, than to be returned to Cos, to be seen by those that had once known this boy as a free man.
In addition to kneeling nadu on the cushion, this boy’s mockery was completed by the requirement wearing a small silk veil, that ran across the bridge of his nose, covering little more than his mouth.
Thus a boy was found each day by the citizens of Ar, an amusing sight to tease or mock, as they waited for their Tatrix.
Every now and again, people would pass by, both free and slave; the insults were less these days, but were not uncommon. In his first week on the dais, a boy had learned not to look up from his cushion, despite the instinctive nature to look when motion caught his eye. The delightful mockery and derision was a burden that he bore without any protection.
Before the ringing of the bar for the twelfth Ahn, a hushed silence, signalled the imminent arrival of the Tatrix. A boy new better than to look up, a boy could not remember the last time he had seen the Tatrix’s eyes’ it was perhaps when she and her friend Lady Tabitha had been comforting him, stroking his cheek tenderly, when they had accompanied him at his gelding, as he was strapped down and worked upon by one of the metal workers and a Free Woman, from the Caste of Physicians.
A boy sensed her approach the dais a few feet away, brushing pass with no acknowledgement, resplendent in robes of concealment, taking her throne. Once on seeing her for the first time; she had been beautifully veiled, on her throne, a regal figure, a boy had been lost for wards at her aura. On the throne itself there had sat a woman, proud, garbed regally in majestic robes of golden cloth, wearing a golden veil, that still gave hint of the image of a beautiful woman. A boy was still speechless, but now simply due to as it being her will.
A gong sounded twice, signalling that the Tatrix was present and that her court had commenced. Business commenced immediately, guards permitting the first petitioners to approach the dais and raise their concerns of propositions to the Tatrix and her advisors.
On the island of the cushion, nude, the sole slave, amongst the proceedings, this boy continued to stare down passively, trying against innate nature to not pick up on words that a boy had come to recognise and understand.
At the ringing of the bar for the fourteenth Ahn, the gong was sounded. The court was break until the fifteenth Ahn, so that the Tatrix and her advisors could partake in their mid day meal. About a boy, serving boys, scurried about with trays and goblets.
It was at some time during this period, the Tatrix normally addressed a boy, so despite the commotion, a boy’s attentiveness of his surroundings was acute.
“Cosian urt attend me,”
A boy knew her voice all to well, soft but firm. The confident voice of a woman, comfortable in her authority, from year’s of experienced rule. Over thirty years as ruler of the most glorious city on the whole of Gor, this woman in her mid fifties, had presided over the most glorious period in the history of Ar. Adored by her people, victorious at war, generous with civic provision, just with her rule of law, stern but fair with her slaves; just to gain her endorsement was sufficient to ensure business or social success.
With a practised swiftness, this boy turned, prostrating himself before she to whom he belonged. Arms outstretched before him, this boys kissed the tiles before her golden sandals.
“Nadu urt,”
Reforming the position this boy had kept on the cushion, a boy knelt as a kajirus before a Tatrix of Ar and Gor.
“Look at me boy,”
Timidly a boy obeyed. The eyes behind the veil had regarded me. No one need warn a boy that he knelt before Monic, Tatrix of Ar. A boy wondered what he might have done or what she had in mind for her to permit him to look upon her. An uncomfortable silence grew, as she studied this boy, pausing only for a serving kajirus to fill her glass.
At a languid gesture from her, she finally spoke, “Amuse me Cosian, and perform for me while I dine.”
Without hesitation, this boy lifted himself from the tiles, gracefully turning from his knees to his side, and then, head back, hair to the floor, slowly, inch by protesting inch, arms before a boy’s body, lifted himself to a kneeling position.
A boy froze before he could go further, at a clap of her hands. “Perform upon your cushion only boy, I do not want you getting in the way of the serving boys.” She said not unkindly.
Repositioning his body on the large cushion, thinking fast at what he would do, a boy readying himself again. The Tatrix was no prude, even in her older years, and a boy was expected to perform provocatively. For her amusement and approval only was a boy permitted to caress himself to full arousal, thus with thrusting hips and bucking rear a boy brazenly rejoined his dance upon the oasis of the cushion.
At times as he performed, a boy was aware that he was not watched, either as the Tatrix detained a kajirus to take a morsel from a proffered platter or to chat with an associate. Regardless, a boy continued to squirm seductively and fully aroused upon the cushion, until after a period of sustained amused observation, the Tatrix signalled a boy to stop.
Panting a boy did so.
“Are you too pretty for a veil little vulo?” She indicated the fallen veil.
“No Mistress!”
“Do you not appreciate your clothing? It is a privilege for a Cosain Urt.”
“Yes Mistress, this boy is appreciative.”
"Fasten it," she said, "Should I find you again so shamelessly unveiled, without my permission, you will be lashed."
"Yes. Mistress." A boy replied, uttering a tiny cry of rage, snatching up the veil with one hand, groping on the cushion for the tiny golden string with which a boy might fasten it. Taking the tiny, triangular yellow veil, utterly diaphanous, a boy held it before his face. The veil was drawn back and held at a boy’s ears. The light silk was held across the bridge of the nose, where, its porous, yellow sheen broke to the left and right.
"Excellent little urt," she said, "and most pleasing with your routines on the cushion.”
“Nadu, you lewd slut." She said laughing, as she returned to matters of court.
Thus as the Tatrix’s court reconvened, a boy was presented to the chamber hot, flustered, his arousal displayed for the amusement of all.
Thus passed a normal day for a Tatrix’s pet chained at the foot of her throne amongst the sea of furs and cushions, each in their richness, worth more than his bare hide.
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