[Episode 133450] [Episode 133450]This was her goal in asking Kagari, “What are you hoping for in a Master?”
Kagari was lying on her stomach, her face hidden in her lavender hair, as Makoto rubbed life back into her legs. “I want (ooh) someone inventive. A Master who will keep finding (unng) new games to play and new ways to use me. (lower Mako-chan)”
Chisato also lay on her stomach, between Kagari and Nana. Turning her head she regarded the petite redhead knowingly. “I don’t have to ask your interests, Nana.” She lightly ran a fingernail over Nana’s red bottom, provoking a soft whimper from the smaller slave. “I saw you on the frame. They really got your juices going didn’t they?”
Nana blushed in such a way that the cheeks under her eyes almost matched the cheeks of her behind. “A…at first.”
“But eventually it was too much?” Nana nodded. “That’s probably for the best. If you enjoyed it all the way through, I’m sure they could find ways to be more,” Chisato glanced at Kagari, ”inventive. So be careful what you wish for Ka-chan.”
Kagari did not respond to this teasing warning, as she was lost in bliss with Makoto kneading her calves. Chisato’s thoughts turned to her own Master, as she absently caressed the brand on her perfectly shaped (in her opinion and Master’s as well) buttock. She wasn’t starved for sexual contact here in the pens, but she wanted his touch, his kiss, his cock. The memories made her swell and harden in the appropriate places, an interesting sensation as those places were pressed against the floor under her. “There’s nothing like a Master girls. He’s a warmth in your soul, and a fire in your belly. When he wants you…ahh,” rolling on her side, she clutched her breast with one hand as the other slid fingers into the wetness between her legs. “Ooo, I think he’s thinking of me right now. Nnn. I so want to show you what I’ve learned Master.”
Seeing that the more experienced slave was going to drop out of the conversation for a while, Nana took up the slack. “So, Mako-chan…”
“Yes, ma’am?” As a toy, Makoto ranked lower than the slaves, but calling them “mistress” would have been inappropriate. That form of address was reserved for owners, wives and family of owners, and trainers. “Ma’am” was standard for lower slaves speaking to higher-ranked slaves.
“What do you want?”
“I want to be wanted.”
This earned her questioning looks from the other three, even startling Chisato out of her private bliss. She waved a somewhat sticky hand, motioning for Makoto to continue.
“When my parents died, no one wanted to take me in.” Makoto began as if reciting mere facts, but her words became more emotional as she continued. “When I stood up and fought for others, I got in trouble for it and they didn’t care enough to stand up for me. Caseworkers…schools…they decided I was too much trouble and they passed me off to the next name on the list…”
The three women who had been given responsibility for their younger cellmate looked on expectantly as Makoto trailed off. Makoto had only been given over to them a few days ago, and they were still getting to know the girl. She had already proven herself to be a helpful, obedient toy and a pleasure (in several senses of the word) to have under them. (Also in several senses) Chisato, at least, had also come to suspect that the girl was far from the delinquent or petty criminal that one might expect from her lowly status in the pens. However, this was the first moment of really opening up on her part, and Chisato was also somewhat impatient at the moment. “What is the precept of communication?”
This question came from the catechism that they would be reciting and repeating later that day. Makoto had not been in the pens long enough for the expected response to become automatic, but she knew it well enough. “I will communicate with complete honesty my needs, desires, limits, and experience. I realize that failing to do so will not only prevent my Master from meeting those needs, but also from using me to my fullest ability for his own needs and desires.”
After reciting that passage, Makoto took the hint to continue. “There was a…my Sempai…I went to him when the news came that I was going to be sent here. He said his household couldn’t afford another slave. He didn’t…I wasn’t…” Tears escaped Makoto’s expressive green eyes. “I wasn’t worth the price. Oh, he was polite about it, didn’t come out at say it that way, but…”
As Makoto broke down into sobs, three sets of arms reached out to enfold her and hold her as she cried for herself and for dreams now lost to her.
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