Love's Lost Property [PRIVATE]

Aeltril had not had Sehlirr for a day even.  The girl was, as expected, obedient.  It almost bored her to be frank.  A little bit of resistance might have been less boring, but to be fair this was Aeltril.  Everything seemed to bore her.  Hopefully for the amount of coin she spent on her, Sehlirr could provide some damned pleasure.  She had probably overspent, but hey, not like rich people didn't regularly piss her off by gloating about their wealth.  Oh wait they did, and their money just purchased a dark elf slave.  Their destination was nowhere in particular, simply the search for some fun in the dullness that is life.  They had set up camp, or well, Sehlirr did.  Aeltril, as per usual, got tangled up in the tent really badly.  It took Sehlirr 5 minutes to untangle her actually.  Sehlirr had gone and made dinner, helpful to say the least.  The food she made was passable.  The conditions were, of course, did someone not Aeltril make it?  If yes, probably more edible than the alternative.  As everything was set up, Sehlirr spoke up.

"Hmm?"  Aeltril responded simply to her name being called.  She listened as Sehlirr posed her question.  She seemed worried actually, worried that she was going to be sold.  She guessed that Sehlirr didn't like being changed around, not surprising.  "With how much coin I paid?  Not a chance."  She blinked a few times.  Her stare was it's usual unamused stare, though that had nothing to do with Sehlirr.  "Nowhere really.  Wandering, searching really."  Did Sehlirr want a solid home?  Odd for someone who just purchased a slave to worry about, but she wasn't heartless.  Sehlirr was kind of dragged along, so maybe she did want a roof.  "No home.  Why?  Would you prefer I bought one?"  She asked, as if it wasn't the strangest question.  "I suppose the elements can be tiresome.  I could buy a home, or have someone build one, if it'd make you feel more comfortable."

So she didn't want a home?  Or at least didn't admit it.  That'd be her own fault then.  Aeltril wasn't upset, she just hoped that if she REALLY secretly wanted a home, she'd admit it.  If she didn't, and was being honest, then it all works out.  Then Sehlirr mentioned the tent.  She looked at it.  Yeah, it was kind of...small.  Uncomfortable.  How annoying that she didn't think of that.  Still, once again, not Sehlirr's fault.  "Don't like my tent?"  She looked at it closely.  "Two bodies can fit...most likely."  She turned to Sehlirr again.  "I suppose it wouldn't be too much of a bother to get a bigger tent though."  Sehlirr offered to sleep outside though.  She considered it, but then Sehlirr brought up the likelyhood of rain.  "If it wasn't raining then I'd just sleep outside.  Not like it's any more exciting than a tent  But..."  She paused as she thought about it.  "You'd make yourself sick, and I can't bothered to get sick.  So, unless you want to sleep in the rain, then we'll just make the tent work for 2 people."

Aeltril stretched out as she took her blade and laid it outside the tent.  With so little space for 2, it was better than one of them being poked in the back.  "You're a slave, but you're also an elf.  You didn't ask to be with me, I paid for you.  Therefore you are stuck with me.  I won't always give you what you want, but as long as you aren't a bitch about it, you can voice your opinion.  And if you want something, just ask.  The worst I will say is no."  She was making the conditions perfectly clear.  If she didn't act like a bitch, her opinions were worth at least listening to.  This is honestly why she was alone.  A good person would be disgusted she didn't release Sehlirr, but an evil person would scoff at her kindness to a slave.  Sehlirr would be...well company.  Not necessarily good or bad.  "I'm never comfortable.  So if you'd be more comfortable in the tent, then we both use the tent."

She was thanked very quickly.  Hmm, this was interesting.  Having someone at her beck and call, calling her master.  It wasn't exactly a cure for boredom, at least not yet it wasn't, and yet there was something she liked about it.  Maybe this wasn't such a bad impulse buy after all.  Less boring things to do and a little control, well a different kind of control.  She didn't really take note of Sehlirr covering up her sword, namely cause it felt small to her.  When they went to bed, Sehlirr curled up by her.  It was warmer, another boon.  "I've never been comfortable.  I don't know how much you can change that."  She said once more.  It was true, although this was closer, she was not yet comfortable.  She fell asleep quickly, and woke up the next morning with Sehlirr vanished.  She smelled something though, so she was probably cooking.  She crawled out of the tent, an absolute wreck as usual.  Her hair was a mess, she looked downright miserable, and she was pretty sure there was a bug in her armor.  Aeltril groaned.  "Mornings..."  She mumbled, before looking at the food.

It wasn't long before Aeltril was given the stew, and she started to scarf it down.  As she did though, she was asked a question.  She glanced up, still eating like a maniac.  She was asked why she was purchased.  Why huh?  Aeltril swallowed what was in her mouth, sighed a satisfied sigh, and set the bowl down.  She wasn't done, but thankfully for Sehlirr she fed Aeltril before asking that question.  It wouldn't have been her fault, but Aeltril hated mornings, and something in her stomach partially remedied that.  "You probably don't know about me, do you?  The avenger.  The more injured I am, the stronger I am.  People and I don't really mix.  I help people from time to time, so the "scum" of society think I'm too soft.  I have killed people with little good reason, well little good reason as far as society is concerned.  The good, when they know me, are disgusted.  It's rather tiresome.  Company, I guess, is what you'd call it.  Things tend to be a little repetitive on their own.  Of course."  She looked Sehlirr up and down.  "You look like you'd be a good fuck."  Aeltril picked the bowl back up and went back to scarfing, leaving Sehlirr to her thoughts, or to respond if she felt so inclined.  "I wouldn't call myself ungrateful.  Good food, shelter, safety, and a warm body, if you actually want that, are your rewards.  Do well, and you can get more.  As for punishments, unless you really mess up, all of them will be sex related."  Aeltril was blunt about that.  She would be in control, and honestly she'd probably end up using the word punishment in sex anyway.  "You've been surprisingly swift with what I expect of you.  Is there anything in particular you want?  Some kind of food?  Drink?  Shelter, sex toy, you name it.  Just be reasonable."

Slaves were strange...  Here she was, giving the girl a chance to get whatever, and her reason for wanting a bigger tent was because she felt bad because Aeltril's sword would get wet.  Aeltril began to fiddle with her hair in an attempt to combat the bed head as she thought about something.  "It does get mad at me when that happens."  She said half sarcastically, half facetiously.  "Blood probably dulls the blade more than rain would Sehlirr."  Blood was wet, but also had other things in it.  Aeltril sighed and gave up on the hair.  She no longer had hair sticking into the sky, nor a flat side to her head, but it was still far from perfect.  "So many things you could ask for, and a bigger tent is it?  I don't believe you."  Sehlirr had to be holding out on her or something.She shook her head.  Not like carrying around all the loot from her murders liberations was all that taxing.  "You don't get off on valuing inanimate objects above yourself do you?"  Yeah, she liked her sword.  But you know what else could slice things open?  Other swords.  Of course, then a surprising sorry not surprising question came up.

"I mentioned it exactly twice.  When I said a warm body, I meant a warm body.  Some people find apparently that comforting, not that I'd know.  As for the sex toy, that was an offer for you, not me."  Aeltril looked back towards the tent.  "Usually I just pleasure myself but, like literally everything else, it's disappointing.  Maybe having someone else do it for me would be better...or maybe even more disappointing."  She sighed, she had a really bad feeling she knew how this was going to end, and it wasn't particularly pleasing.  Nothing but disappointment, annoyance, and her standard brand of boredom.  It wouldn't necessarily be Sehlirr's fault though.  "You really have no clue?  Well, baptism by fire."  She said, casually walking past Sehlirr and feeling up her body slightly as she passed.  She walked into the tent, then quickly undressed herself.  Her armor wasn't quite as simple as some clothing to take off, but she knew how to well enough.  Once she came back out, Sehlirr would find she was now naked.  "I didn't intend for training to start now, but may as well."  Aeltril pointed commandingly to the ground in front of her.  "Front and center, on your knees."  

How well this went for Sehlirr really boiled down to how well she attempted to follow Aeltril's orders.  "Today your training begins.  Obedience will be rewarded.  You will not be punished for failure, only disobedience.  So, Sehlirr.  If you have questions, about how you will be trained, about what I expect from you, your life from now on, or about how to please me, ask now.  I expect these questions to be asked now, it will make your job and mine easier."

Sehlirr seemed to tense as Aeltril did her initial feel copping.  Some loosening would have to be done at some point, namely in making her more comfortable with the idea.  Thankfully though, as the order was given, Sehlirr fell into line immediately.  That was good, very good.  "Good girl."  Sehlirr actually asked if Aeltril wanted her naked.  That was actually a very good question.  She gave thr word, and Sehlirr stripped.  Aeltril looked at Sehlirr.  Hmm, she never considered herself a lesbian, but Sehlirr was definitely an "eye opener".  Aeltril hoped this would go past the mild "consideration of interest" that this technically classified as.  "Cold?  Next time I'll try and have a better way to do this.  For this time, just bare with me."  She was serious.  She didn't care enough to give Sehlirr total freedom, but while Sehlirr was her slave she did want to make her comfortable, or at least as comfortable as she could.  Then the questions happened.

She asked literally one question from every category she was given.  Thorough.  "That was fast.  You are going to pleasure me.  When I tell you I wish to be serviced, you are to do so without question, unless you see any potential danger in the action.  So long as it's genuine concern, you will not be punished for speaking up.  You will put everything into pleasing me.  My happiness is to be your only concern, Aurora knows I could use some.  Should I be content, then all is well.  However, should you do a good enough job, then you will have earned yourself the same pleasure.  I will then proceed to pleasure you, or have sex with you.  Disobey, and you shall be punished.  When I am hungry, you are to make me food, anything is fine so long as it's edible and tastes half so.  When I am sick, you are to nurse me back to health.  As for pleasing me.  Obeying my commands will please me.  Surprising me by doing things for me without my explicit commands will also greatly please me.  Requesting the chance to pleasure me sexually or have sex with me is also another way to please me.  You may also request that you be made to feel good, but if I already ordered you to pleasure me, you have to beg for it.  Of course begging will always please me in some way, but in other situations it isn't completely necessary.  So long as you follow these conditions, I am willing to grant you any amenities you desire.  If there is food you like, we can get it.  You want a home for us to stay in, you'll have it.  Big or small, everything besides total freedom.  So long as you obey and try in earnest, then I'll try to work with you to get it."  

Aeltril stopped and sighed.  "The last thing you can try to do, is try to learn to enjoy all of it.  That way in the likely event that I am just as miserable as usual, at least one of us won't be."  She shook her head.  "Any other questions?"  She'd allow Sehlirr to ask any other questions before moving on, and she'd answer them.  "Now then.  I want you to use your tongue.  If you don't have any idea what to do, I tend to be incredibly sensitive down there, so it shouldn't be hard.  Just...fumble, I'll lead you as necessary.  And hint, my clitoris is insanely sensitive, so if all else fails, try messing with that."  She stood and waited, standing tall above her slave, for it to begin.  Her genitals were always sensitive, just for some reason it was never satisfying.  This, she hoped, would be different.