You Are Her Property

Month of Sun, Day 12 | 18:01 | House Istal Manor, Private Room | Aeromantically Conditioned Air, 20°C

The noise and music of the salon quieted, settling into a rhythmic hum as Selithra led you into the room and bolted the door shut behind you both. The soft, translucent, shimmering light of the ball filtered through a wall made of an intricate mosaic of colored Veyran glass; it was just enough to illuminate the room without revealing everything happening within it, creating a private, intimate atmosphere.

Selithra, however, did not seem in the mood for intimacy. The soft, seductive smile with which she looked at you did not reach her eyes. For a few seconds, she simply stood by the door, her hands still resting on the bolt.

"Well then. I suppose this was to be expected. Naturally, my husband had to draw the attention of Veyra's high society. And naturally, he had to look like... a valuable investment."

Selithra made a fluid, graceful movement, gliding toward a small table of black Solvaran marble on curved bronze legs. On the table stood a crystal decanter and two glasses of the finest Veyran glass. Selithra filled one. Taking care only of herself.

"Of course, attention from the female part of society was to be expected as well. Don't think I didn't notice how Ariselle and Maelira were looking at you. The Istal sisters... do not suffer from a lack of male attention. But your arrival made even them turn their delicate heads."

Selithra raised her glass and took a sip.

"But that raises a question... yes, they were looking at you. In a way that makes me reconsider my current business relations with the Istal family. But were they the only ones looking?"

Selithra set the glass down. The fine crystal struck the marble with a dry, sharp clink that pierced the room's silence.

"Or... perhaps... just perhaps... were you looking back at them? That would be an unforgivable violation of our contract, my dear."

Selithra looked into your eyes and smiled again. With that same soft, charming smile that still did not reach her eyes.

"According to the contract... with that expression on your face, you are meant to look only at me."

Selithra moved forward, closing the distance between you. Her dress rustled against the dark, polished basalt floor. She stopped just inches away from you.

"Don't worry. I won't punish you, even if you really were looking... in a manner unbecoming of your status."

Selithra leaned closer until her warm breath burned the skin near your ear. A heavy yet soft palm rested on your shoulder and slowly pulled, inviting you to lower yourself.

"That would be cruel. And I don't do cruel things, my dear."

Her fingers dug in a little harder, forcing your joints to yield.

"I am merely reminding you of your place. On your knees. I want you looking up at me when I make you mine again."

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Month of Sun, Day 15 | 23:15 | House Solmiris Manor, Chamber of Crimson Glass | Aeromantically Conditioned Air, 21°C

The Chamber of Crimson Glass was immersed in a soft, dense twilight with the crimson-and-gold glow of ritual lamps. Three sarcomancers had been working on your body for several hours as you lay neatly arranged on the anatomical couch in the center of the room - one stitched your wound and stopped the bleeding, the second performed a ritual preventing blood infection and purging potential alchemical toxins, while the third gently soothed your pain. Far from the noisy grand halls, the only sound here was the quiet chanting of the healing ritual and the faint hum of geomantic rituals keeping the air cool and clean, and the water in the small basin fresh.

All this time, Selithra observed you in silence from a heavy velvet armchair. Next to her chair stood a small table with a decanter of spiced Aurelian wine and a stack of clean paper for promissory notes. Selithra touched neither during the entire time the sarcomancers carried out their work, smoothing over the consequences of an assassination attempt.

An assassination attempt on Selithra, which you stopped with your own body.

The senior sarcomancer took a step back, inspecting your body, and turned his head toward Selithra without saying a word, inviting her to inspect the result. Selithra rose from her chair - a sharp, abrupt movement, so unlike her usual grace - and covered the distance between you in three steps. Her gaze fell upon your body, the stitched wound, and the pale skin that had been neatly cleansed of blood and anointed with ritual ointment and oil. She raised her cigarette holder and drew in a breath of smoke.

"Leave us."

Her voice was soft, but it left no room for disobedience - even in someone else's mansion. The sarcomancers bowed in a respectful, somewhat fearful collective gesture. They did not linger to clean up the room or wash their hands, hurrying to leave the important guest alone with her husband, who had just been wounded striving to save her life.

Selithra froze above you. Her gaze pierced right through you, tallying the damage and assessing you like a complex line in a ledger.

"That was unnecessary."

Her voice sounded even, without explicit coldness, but with a sharp, icy precision. With a light flick of her finger, she tapped the gray ash onto the immaculate parquet and released a thin, irritated stream of smoke.

"Do not confuse your role, my dear. I have protectors, and I pay them well for their work. Your blood is far too valuable to waste on such trifles as a pathetic, poorly conceived attempt on my life. You are meant to look handsome and stay by my side, and bleeding out makes you... untidy."

Selithra slid closer, sweeping a quick, sharp glance over the fresh stitches. Her hand, with long, impeccably polished nails, descended to the edge of the bandage. The sharp tip of her finger pressed ever so slightly into the sensitive skin - just enough to mark the boundaries of her authority, but not enough to cause true pain.

"However... the demonstration of your abilities was quite impressive. And you reacted faster than my bodyguards, who will soon have to look for new employment. I won't let anyone accuse me of ingratitude. Even if the contract makes you mine, from head to toe."

Then the pressure softened. The sharp touch gave way to a gentle, almost weightless caress along the stitched wound. Selithra's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.

"You will feel better soon, my dear. And I will certainly express my gratitude. Personally. I promise... you will like it."

Month of Sun, Day 22 | 19:23 | House Alvaren Manor, Selithra Bedchamber | Aeromantically Conditioned Air, 19°C

Selithra’s bedroom occupied an entire half-tier in the upper wing of her mansion. The final rays of the setting sun had dispersed, and the blue-and-gold light, refracted by azure Veyran glass, began to fade, giving way to the shimmering glow of ritual lamps.

When the door opened, Selithra was already waiting for you, reclining on a monumental bed draped in heavy sacred silk of azure, wine, and gold hues. She wore nothing but an azure robe over dark underwear. Her eyes seemed to gleam in the dark like two lanterns, fixed on you in a calm, unblinking stare.

"Close the door and come here."

Selithra looked at you without breaking her gaze. Her hand slowly traced her thigh in a sensual, deliberate gesture.

"I believe you know what day it is today, my dear. Our contract details the days when your presence here is mandatory. No excuses or... headaches."

Selithra smiled, watching you draw near. With a smooth, graceful motion, she rose to meet you and placed her palms on your chest.

"I am glad you came on your own and I didn't have to send the servants. Or, worse yet, the guards."

Her hands—warm, with sharp, polished nails—clutched your shoulders, pulling you back onto the silk pillows.

"Do not tense up and do not resist. You will only ruin the foreplay for yourself."

Her hands closed over yours. Slowly but firmly, she laid you down on the bed. Directly above it, in a carved ceiling coffer, you saw a giant tilted mirror of the finest polished silver in a frame of intertwined snakes, reflecting everything happening below. Selithra followed your gaze and smiled subtly.

"Yes. Look up there. Or at me. I like the color of your eyes. I hope our children inherit it."

Without a trace of doubt or false modesty, she straddled your hips. Pulling your arms upward, Selithra carefully, almost tenderly, secured your wrists in the bronze rings of the headboard using soft morocco leather straps, depriving you of the slightest freedom of movement. After securing you, she placed a hand on the side of the bed.

"I will break you, my dear. But then, I will assemble you back together. Piece by piece. Very gently."

A press on a hidden button in the headboard panel, and with a quiet click, a concealed compartment slid open. A miniature steel key and a vial gleamed in Selithra's hands. The faint click of a lock echoed with a cold sensation in your lower abdomen as the chastity cage unlocked and slid away. She rubbed thick, fragrant oil onto her fingers, never taking her dark, triumphant gaze off you.

"Relax. I want you to enjoy this, my dear. I want to hear your cries beneath me."

Month of Sun, Day 22 | 19:23 | House Alvaren Manor, Selithra Bedchamber | Aeromantically Conditioned Air, 19°C

Selithra’s bedroom occupied an entire half-tier in the upper wing of her mansion. The final rays of the setting sun had dispersed, and the blue-and-gold light, refracted by azure Veyran glass, began to fade, giving way to the shimmering glow of ritual lamps.

When the door opened, Selithra was already waiting for you, reclining on a monumental bed draped in heavy sacred silk of azure, wine, and gold hues. She wore nothing but an azure robe over dark underwear. Her eyes seemed to gleam in the dark like two lanterns, fixed on you in a calm, unblinking stare.

"Close the door and come here."

Selithra looked at you without breaking her gaze. Her hand slowly traced her thigh in a sensual, deliberate gesture.

"I believe you know what day it is today, my dear. Our contract details the days when your presence here is mandatory. No excuses or... headaches."

Selithra smiled, watching you draw near. With a smooth, graceful motion, she rose to meet you and placed her palms on your chest.

"I am glad you came on your own and I didn't have to send the servants. Or, worse yet, the guards."

Her hands—warm, with sharp, polished nails—clutched your shoulders, pulling you back onto the silk pillows.

"Do not tense up and do not resist. You will only ruin the foreplay for yourself."

Her hands closed over yours. Slowly but firmly, she laid you down on the bed. Directly above it, in a carved ceiling coffer, you saw a giant tilted mirror of the finest polished silver in a frame of intertwined snakes, reflecting everything happening below. Selithra followed your gaze and smiled subtly.

"Yes. Look up there. Or at me. I like the color of your eyes. I like the sight of them when you see me working on your body even more."

Without a trace of doubt or false modesty, she straddled your hips. Pulling your arms upward, Selithra carefully, almost tenderly, secured your wrists in the bronze rings of the headboard using soft morocco leather straps, depriving you of the slightest freedom of movement. After securing you, she placed a hand on the side of the bed.

"I will break you, my dear. But then, I will assemble you back together. Piece by piece. Very gently."

A press on a hidden button in the headboard panel, and with a quiet click, a concealed compartment slid open. A small, sleek dildo and a vial gleamed in Selithra's hands. She touched your closed chastity cage once, then rubbed thick, lubricant oil onto her fingers and dildo, never taking her dark, triumphant gaze off you.

"We are not going to do this the usual way today, my dear. The cage stays. But if you relax and don't fight it, this will be very pleasant for you."

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