The Christmas Miracle
by satin Daxeline

The falling snow blew bone chilling cold.  Snorted breath billowed from flared nostrils of the large kaiila as the Master reined the beast nearing destination. The shelter loomed dark and foreboding. 

It appeared abandoned except for a sliver of glowing golden light cutting through the bleakness from beneath the over sized wooden door.  He dismounted to tether the beast nearby and trudged through mounting drifts.

Reaching up with a well gloved hand He pounded three times.  The wooden portal rattled on its hinges. A moment later the door opened and He entered.

The Master shouldered through a long torch lit hallway pausing where it spilled out into an open arena. His eyes scanned the premises taking in every detail. Rows of seats surrounded the raised platform. The holiday decorations hung here and there with scattered ribbons, candles, and sparkling glass beads.

The scent of spice, wines, and ales wafted through the air rising to mix with the growing aroma of baking black and golden breads. The strong meaty smell of roasting bosk and tarsk nearing done hovered over the doorways from the kitchens. 

The crowd gradually grew with the usual seasonal excitement that came with the anticipation of the largest sale of the year.  Wares from far and wide would cross the platform this night.

He had come as He always did, expecting nothing.  Once He arrived He knew the ride back would be alone.  It was the journey that brought Him each year.  For during the journey He would always allow hopeful anticipation during the ride.  It made the travel most enjoyable. 

It seemed to change the moment of dismount.  As if the ground itself sucked the pleasure of the adventure out of His spirit.  So much so, He was almost tempted to depart.

He drew a deep breath and slowly sloughed off outer winter garb and dropped it aside.  Thinking it was best to get it over with He turned to look over this year's wares.  Seeing what was offered, He noticed the Auctioneers had not taken any time whatsoever to improve the look of this lot.

The blazing hearth crackled and sparked as another huge log was tossed into the writhing flames hissing as scented oil was added in the spirit of the season. 

He made His way over to peruse the holiday merchandise and casually moved down the line of slaves.

Quite unexpectedly He took a liking to a dusky skinned maiden. He saw much about her to like but she was drawing no interest from Others.  Wearing a heavy metal collar, this one had willingly, grudgingly or forcibly been held to an anvil and a collar had been hammered into place. No need for a lock. It was going to take a skilled Artisan to get that thing off without damaging the goods.

Again He scanned the surroundings.  Gaiety ebbed and flowed as senses were assaulted by the festivities.  People chatted, drank, bargained, gambled, laughed and ate amongst the colorful and chaotic scene.

His eyes eventually returned to the girl. With this lot nothing beautiful would befall her. Fate would have the girl a work slave or a sex animal for one of the sad lot of Owners who had come looking for a bargain this night.

He requested leave of the Slaver in charge to examine this one intimately. The Slaver agreed knowing this Master’s study of the girl would be more thorough than most.

The Slaver neither minded nor cared. After all to the Slaver they were all pieces of meat. All the Slaver wanted was a profit.

The Master gradually moved down the line until pausing in front of the one girl. He looked her in the face and placed His right hand to a down turned chin. He pulled her face up so that her eyes looked into His. Still she tried to avoid His gaze.

Clearly she had been abused and likely beaten into submission. No fire or spark was apparent.

Lightly He kissed her dirty cheek then moved close to whisper in her left ear. ”My lovely. Now you are a beast for they have treated you that way. Pass these tests for Me and I promise you a life filled with erotic pleasure while in subservience to Me.”

As if in slow motion He drew away, her eyes captured by His glare. she had understood and was a willing participant in what was about to transpire.

Slowly His hand ran down her left shoulder from where it had rested as He had whispered into her ear. With an unusual grace of touch He described the arc of her arm gently lifting it up and outward urged by His caress.

At the end of this movement, His fingers crossed her palm and slowly etched the length of her digits ending at fingertips.

There His touch lingered, finger pads touching finger pads. Electricity passed between them. Feeling it too she gasped! He felt her body react. A slight jolt and her stance immediately changed.

Suddenly she became quite alert! While being prepared to be shown to the gathering crowd she had been dead and uncaring to everything.

Fate would have her publicly explored, pawed and sold in indignity. Now miraculously out of the crowd, she recognized this One who was different.

With all her being she craved to please Him. For in Him......there was life!

At the end of the high shoulder arc, level and unflinching, her arm was held gracefully upward. He slid behind her to explore the arm, taking His time as she continued to hold it outward.

His fingers described the swell of her upper arm exploring the meat and muscle beneath the skin. He enjoyed her skin, slowly moving down her forearm to repeat each fleshy move.

His fingers savored every inch of silky flesh while probing her body for its secrets.

Folding that arm downward to rest at her side He turned His attention to her right. He repeated the slow dance of describing her with touch, once, then twice. This time when finger pads lingered, the electric charge that passed between them was so alive it sparked visible pain.

It was a very real current that was hot and intense as it flashed plasma bright!

It had begun. she felt it, knew its meaning and embraced it.

When done, He turned her back toward the crowd stretching her arms high. A Masterly hand fondled the graceful line of a dirty back. The crowd could see she was finely muscled from His silent demonstration. Dark skin was made even darker by a layer of dirt but the powdery covering veiled great beauty. His hands revealed a yielding yet firm softness.

He continued to unveil her to the crowd. No words needed to be spoken.

He bowed her forward at the waist. As she bent her butt tightened and was displayed in curved beauty. With the droopy way she had been standing no one would have given her a second glance.

Now, as His hand and fingers molded and kneaded her glorious bottom, the crowd could see it as a thing of rare beauty.

He made her widen legs for Him. Obliging feet spread apart exposing swelling petals glistening with dew. He stood to one side and stooped, gently running hands down her left leg and up the right. He repeated this taunting caress taking more time to probe delicious flesh.

His hand warmed as He neared the top of her thigh.

The crowd could see she is not soft, not hard, but resilient. Musculature perfect.

They began to gather to enjoy this dance of erotic delight. This girl whom the crowd saw through enlightened eyes. They too saw beneath dust-covered meat to true beauty.

Pulling her upward He turned her around. The natural inclination would have been to stand legs together. With but a glance He indicated to her she was to keep a wide stance. Doing so she exposed herself to view.

Starting at her face, He pulled hair to one side and exposed a tiny ear to gently kiss; her moans drew an even larger crowd.

He continued kissing.  she writhed slightly, hips undulated as she began to drip. Sweet nectar ran down inner thighs, the moisture leaving tracks on dirt encrusted flesh.

He shifted and kissed her dirty cheek. she arched to return His kisses and for the first time their mouths locked. The crowd gave intake to breath recognizing They had just become witness.

Breaking away He turned from her body. Revealed was full frontal nudity. His hands softly arched downward from shoulders to breasts to cup and heft them. Showing their weight and fine form He rolled nipples between thumbs and forefingers arousing hardening pebbles for the crowd.

After displaying both breasts, He ran a hand over a stomach to linger, gently pressing, caressing and probing. He then caressed to describe the arc of hips and gently riffled nether lips as He crossed from one hip to the other.

Several times He did this…ever so slowly...drawing attention to the girl's fine belly and the delights between her thighs.

He then moved lower caressing and probing first thighs and then calves as He bent to one knee at her side. Behind her He extended His left knee, right knee on the ground and made her sit. As she squatted on this brace, He spread her legs, opening them as far as this position would allow save toppling the girl to the platform.

Feet on the ground, He supported her upper body as He pushed, arching her back. Draped over Him legs spread wide, dewy petals blossomed into full view.

Gently He forced first one finger into a glistening slit to crack it open exposing its rich colorful ripeness. Inserting a second finger He spread her wide open to the initial awed silence of All.

Gasps and low chatter from the crowd began to grow at what they had witnessed. Arched back she moaned and slithered on His left leg.

Without warning He slapped her right inner thigh hard leaving a resounding smack! The outline of His hand clearly rose upon tender flesh before their eyes.

The chatter in the crowd stopped. He stroked where He had struck, looked at the crowd and then slapped again in the very same place, firmly, sternly.

They were stunned for she did not flinch and remained open ready for more, for whatever might come next. The crowd now knew her quality, her ability to submit.

He pulled her upward lifting her to feet then stood, slipping an arm about her waist and roughly pulling her to Him.  He kissed her passionately. Stopping He said nothing. her eyes searched His. He smiled, turned and casually walked away.

she did not come up for auction until about half the slaves where gone, sold, knocked down and taken away in their collars and chains. This had all occurred in a business as usual pace and from the crowd as a touch of the growing excitement of the coming holidays swelled through the gathering.

When she was led to the auction block, flickers of recognition ran through those present. Soft voices twittered, ”That’s her! That’s the one.” Before she had been downcast and beaten, now she looked face on at the crowd. The Auctioneer began to sell her.

her sale took longer than all the others that came before her. The Lead in the auction changed hands many times and her price was quite out of line with all that had sold earlier. In the end when the gavel hit the block, there had been no doubt. He bought her with one bid.  The last bid.

When they led her from the block He paralleled her in the crowd.  The crowd moved respectfully away from Him so He could pace her with His footsteps and eyes.

He went into the office and she stood to the side as He paid cash for her. When they were done and title had officially transferred to Him He led her out of the office naked, collared, and leashed.

It took months before she asked “Why, Master? Why show a girl like that to the crowd? Had you not, You could have had this girl at a cheap price.”

He said...”First, in this process of the slave auction, everyone needed to see value to understand your worth. Secondly, after seeing the dirt and degradation, the crowd needed to see beauty and grace."

"Lastly, you needed to understand your value and worth. It had been beaten out of you. It had to be restored for you to be whole again.  For without it you were of no value or worth to Me."

"And now you are with Me. you are Mine. The past is neither gone nor forgotten but it is in the past. This has enabled you to come to Me. For you to grow and for Me to train and nurture."

"Had I not done it, our relationship would have been what the organizers of that auction envisioned, a relationship between a Master and a piece of meat."

"See the beauty in what I have designed? Feel the closeness of the bond? It was a cheap price to pay. Very cheap indeed.”  

~la kajira~