Sailing to Borgarsandr, day 4

1 Juli. Iselin.

A vicious ray of sunlight peeks in between the window shutters and hits me right in the eye. The brain havn't had time to start yet so I just grunt a little dissatisfied and move my head a little to the side. When the sun's rays no longer distract and the haze lightens, other impressions begin to demand attention. A slow warm breath pulsates softly over my chest and my downward vision is blocked by red hair. Iselin has her head on my chest and lays against my right side, and she weakly hugs me as she sleep. I can feel her rhythmic breathing and the breasts against my body. My right arm and hand caress her body and I feel her smooth skin as I move my arm down along her back, hip and stop on Iselin's butt. I'm very pleased when she, as a reflexively subconscious answer, press her sleeping body against me with a satisfied cute little noise.

I almost gets annoyed that my left arm seems to be stuck and I can't hug Iselin, but it quickly passes when it's movement feels skin that isn't mine and blonde hair appears in my field of view. I can feel and see my hand just landed on Disa's breasts, and pressed her body against mine, and it's rewarded with a faint sleepy moan from Disa.

I just relax and let the memories of the evening and night play back in my head. I feel quite proud of myself when I think back, and I'm quite convinced that I managed to give them at least a couple of orgasms each, even though Iselin was so easy I stopped counting, but if I remember correctly they got me to.... four? Wow!

Impressed by myself, I begin to think about how very satisfying it is to be able to bring a woman to orgasm, and when she is really up and running, unite with her... and then focus on the woman's pleasure and start stimulating her again. Prolonging it gives myself a little more time to recover, perhaps a little bit evil, but necessary. Doing it with two women at the same time was interesting - a new challenge, and not as difficult as I thought it would be. I've never really dreamed about threesomes - it just seemed like a good way to leave two women disappointed instead of one satisfied, but then again I never thought I would actually be in one. In this case it helped that both of them where skilled at getting both the male and female body going. I need to remember some of that for especially Disa was damn skilled, and Iselin seemed to like being both giving and receiving towards Disa. Very unexpected. But then again I surprised them too. I guess sex education here just suck. Heh. Actually, Iselin was good at that.

A lost hand from Disa finds a sensitive place to lie when she turns around towards me, and I feel her breasts against mine and her warm breath pulsing over my chin. Thoughts that have started to wander disappear like magic and before I let myself drift back to sleep, life just simply feels damn good, and my self-confidence isn't bad either.

The mists of sleeping start to clear and... Wow... that's a hell of a nice way to wake up.

I lift my head a little and see that, yes, it's a reasonably large body that moves under the blanket, and red hair that pokes out from under the edge. I don't see Disa anywhere in the bed or room, and I let my head fall back on the pillow and just enjoy the moment. I can hear the sounds of a farm from outside the uninsulated wooden walls and the open window, but inside there is only a soft wet sound coming from under the blanket. Blue sky through the open window shutters and a tiny grains of dust in the streaks of light, but I don't care about anything. It's just peaceful. The warm female breasts that are rhythmically pressed against my legs take focus and I try to avoid thinking about anything and just enjoy the experience while I cement this in my memory.

Iselin is obviously skilled at what she does, which I appreciate, and she drags out the pleasure unexpectedly long, and a faint thought slips through the pleasure mists that had this been yesterday morning and not after the night's exercises, this would have been over far too quickly. I'm still damn impressed with my achievement during the evening, much better than ever before in my life, but I've never been with two women before either. I can't distract my thoughts and hold back any longer, and it seems to motivate her more. After more soft wet sounds and stroking every drop out, Iselin's head looks out from under the blanket.

"Good morning, Sir?" she teases as she crawls up against my side as I hug her.

"The best in several years." I answer quite honestly and half asleep.

"Robert, you shouldn't fall asleep again, it's late in the morning. Miss Disa says it was a very nice study, and she would like to delved into it more at another time, but she has things to take care of before the Ting, and we can just close the door when we leave. She said I should really thank you for the night that taught us pleasures we didn't think a man could give, and that I should be happy over Freya's blessing and give you an excellent awakening."

Ego boost.

I can hear the smile on Iselin's lips without looking, as she knows she fulfilled that. It would be so nice to just continue to lie here with her, and ignore the rest of the world, but it's time to wake up. I give her a kiss. Which become two followed by a few more when I snuggle with her.

We start to pick up our clothes and get ready, which in Iselin's case is just to pull the dress over the head, tighten the waist lacing, and fix her hair. I could have looked at that again. Damn sexy, and way too fast. I put on my underwear, pants, etc, and check that all the silver and gold is still there. The watch in my pouch prove that 'late in the morning' is a subjective term. I guess that she as a maid is used to being up early. I see my compact camera and remember the photo I took of the two women when we were on our way to Disa's farm, where they are leaning against a fence. I really wanted a good memory of them and the evening.

When I explained that it is a sejd way to save memories and help me remember more clearly, Disa whispered something to Iselin. What she whispered I found out later when they told me to save a memory of them in bed. I don't think I will ever forget that view of two beautiful naked elf women half lying in a bed and looking really seductive at me. Damn! It gets a little uncomfortable in the pants at just the memory. To quote the character Ford Fairlane; 'Stanley! Down.'

We go out and leave the farm we're on. Disa quickly pointed out the parts the night before. Disa seems to be a wealthy young woman; she own a farm and have no husband, and we see a lot of workers who are taking care of the sheep, chickens, cows and feeding the goats, while we walk along the road to the town about 2 km away. The sun is high in the sky, but it's Ting and market day and the ship won't leave until tomorrow. So why stress?

When we come walking, people are quick to respectfully greet Sejdmann and wish me a good day, so I just nod and move on. My reputation has definitely increased. Iselin accompanies me all the way to the ship and I'm grateful for the company. It's just very nice to stroll like that; happy with life with my arm around a gorgeous woman after an epic evening and morning. I wouldn't mind a little more company during the day, and I really don't care about visiting the Ting. I want to offer her some food, so I cautiously ask:

"Iselin, when do you need to be back at Jarl Steinnes?"

Iselin looks at me in surprise, and answers a little uncertain:

"Sir, I'm your ambott."

"Ambott?"

"Yes, your ambott. Sir's servant." Iselin holds up and shows her necklace with a small piece of jewellery hanging in it.

"Sejdmann Robert Arnesson is my Master. Yesterday Jarl Steinnes gave me to Master during the feast as a reward for Master's incredible display of sejd and that Master thought I was beautiful and worth spending days studying..." she gets a cute smile and is a bit embarrassed, but happy. "A change of Master I was happy about to accept, and I havn't regretted it for even a breath so far. Just the honor of being asked is unusual as my opinion as a slave is insignificant."

"You're a slave?"

"Yes, Master? I hope I havn't offended Master and Master feels misled by Master thinking I was a free woman."

She's still touching her neckring and seems insecure. A neckring that I now see is whole and forged together with a rivet at the back. It isn't made to be removed, and I realised I have seen variants on many other elves, but without the jewellery. Seems like a neckring is a sign of slavery. So much fail on me.

Shit.

Oh, FUCK!

My walking pace slows down and I feel shivers and cold. All of a sudden it dawns on me that yesterday I became the owner of a young slave woman. I own a person. An almost lawless slave. Which I immediately took to bed and had sex with the whole evening, and morning.

Double shit!

It was such a nice memory! How fast you can go from walking on clouds, to feeling like you should be drowned. Iselin sees that I'm unhappy with the discovery and seems really worried, which I can understand, but I take a couple of deep breaths, and gently move us a bit off to the side.

"Iselin, I don't like the slave system and would rather see it disappear. It's my fault that I didn't understand you're a slave. I'm not angry at you for being a slave, I'm angry with myself because I didn't think or pay attention to your neckring. As I see it, our night together is almost as if I had raped you. Had I known or only noticed it before, I would have had to refused sex with you."

I can see a rising panic in Iselin's entire posture and face and she's quick to explain; "I gladly went to bed with you, Master! Master is such a wise and powerful man, who at the top of everything is really good and masculine. You treated me like a woman of status and I've never experienced such wonderful sex before. I didn't even know sex could be that way with a man." She concludes with conviction and surprise. She's a little uncomfortable and anxious when she continues and avoids looking at me. "I'm not untouched, but only Jarl Steinnes has taken me before, and only a few times. Just a quick outlet, and except for the first time, he has only taken me a couple of times in my butt since a pregnant slave is a burden. I've mostly used my mouth."

That bastard! Quick thoughts of what the Jarl should be exposed to comes to mind, but Iselin looks up at me with a happy face and continues;

"Master treated me and Miss Disa equally, and even though Master didn't know I was a slave, Master knew that I was a maid and not a rich landowner like Miss Disa. We're both very happy with the night. Really happy, and I hope it can continue to be Master's servant." Her gaze has become pleading, truly beseeching, as she continues; "Please Sir, let me make amends for the misunderstanding and don't send me back to Jarl Steinnes! I would happily let Master beat me yellow and blue than that! Please, let me stay with Master!"

I just stand there silent and still, looking at Iselin and taking in what she said. Triple shit, I forgot to think about the child factor as well. Or diseases. How strong was the mead yesterday? I didn't even drink two mugs. Well, Alcohol is no excuse. Doesn't it take more than a beautiful willing woman for me to completely forget common sense? Or does the little brain take complete control as soon as the opportunity arise? It probably helps they're all elves, because we probably arn't genetically compatible. Can I even have children here? Iselin still looks shrunken and scared, so I just relax, take a breath and I hug her before I reply:

"I will try my best for you to have a good life. It's a bit difficult for me to quickly processing what happened; where I come from is different than here. We have other laws and norms that I grew up with. The important thing now is to do the best and stabilize the situation. I want you to answer me honestly, not what you think I want to hear. You've had a life here; do you have relatives or friends you can live with and want to stay here, or do you want to accompany me on the ship and leave towards an uncertain future?"

"With you Master!" The answer is quick and seems to be with complete certainty as she intensely hugs me back. I notice that I make a deep sigh.

"Iselin, you are now important to me and I hope you don't take this as an order to a slave, but as a request from a friend. As long as you don't think the situation demands it, I prefer you use my name Robert, not 'Master' as you've started to do. If you think I'm about to do something stupid, or put myself in danger - tell me. Try to call attention or interrupt me if it's important enough. I won't be mad at you if your intentions good. Do you have any belongings or the like that need to be collected?"

"No Master... Robert. I only own what I carry, the rest is Jarl Steinnes." She unthinkingly fingers her necklace when she says that.

"There's an extra bed in my cabin so you can sleep there, but can you show me where I can buy you some things? You need some hygiene things, some extra dress and more."

"My Mas.... Robert. I don't need anything like that, but I can show... you... where you can buy what you want."

"You're in my service and I want to treat you well. You will have good clothes, and be able to clean yourself. I have the silver, so let's shop a little and then return to the ship, I need to get some peace and quiet so I can think."

Iselin shows me where stuff can be bought, and I buy an extra everyday dress where she choose the color and cut, and from the same man I bought leather goods for myself yesterday, a decorated leather belt is bought, with a pair of leather pouches, a larger pouch of the type I bought and a shoulder strap bag. Less ornate than the one I bought for myself, but good quality and new. Elsewhere we buy three soaps, one accompanies Iselin's extra dress in her bag along with a linen towel, a comb and a pair of simple scissors.

I'm still in an emotional fog and unsure of the value of craftsmanship or what a woman might need, especially here, so I give Iselin an ounce of silver and ask her to buy something she feels she needs, something she as a woman needs or thinks would be nice to have; like a piece of jewellery, or something she dreamed of. Use the silver no matter what. Iselin gets another ounce of silver and I say it's hers. As my slave, she will get some silver for her own use and this is the first. She can do whatever she wants with the silver. It's hers. Save, buy something, throw it in the sea - it's entirely her silver to do whatever she wants with and she doesn't have to tell me for what or explain why.

I will return to the ship after I have confirmed she knows which one it is, and I expect her there when she is done - she will have until the evening if she needs it, so don't hurry. Should anyone try to stop her, treat her badly, or try to rape her, she may use my name in an attempt to protect herself from such actions, and then immediately come to me and tell me. I take my own two soaps and go to the ship.

I stay on the deck, leaning on the railing and look out over the city, thinking about what to do with Iselin and how to free a slave. I need to ask her about it. She should know. At the same time, it's a great advantage that I now have someone in my vicinity I can ask things and talk with. Evidently there are lots I need to know. Even if I had heard what Jarl Steinnes said yesterday, how the hell would I know what the word Ambott means? It's hard enough to understand what people say with so many expressions and words I guess the meaning of. Most of the words I hear I don't understand, but I always try to figure out the context so I don't have to ask. I don't want to show myself ignorant. Stupid. That proves I was ignorant.

I've been so stupid. Why didn't I realise that there are so many slave here. When we walked around shopping I looked and noticed. Slaves are everywhere. At least a quarter of the population must be slaves. My only weak excuse is that pretty much every elf also have some form of necklace together with all the other jewellery, and the neckrings sort of got lost in everything else. Not just gold and silver necklaces, but there are colored bead, amber, precious stones and different leather strapped necklaces too. Even a form of leather choker, with metal or just pressed decoration. But only forged neckrings are the mark of a slave.

I'm a fucking slave owner. Shit! I'm literally that. I fucked her, and I feel so damn filthy about it. Well, I won't be needing the photos to remember that night. I have to free her, but I can't do it here where Jarl Steinnes rule.

Danr arrives after a while with a rather heavy head, with a man in his company that he presents to me, and the man hopes to buy a banknote like the one Danr showed. Danr seems quite pleased with life, even while a little hungover, so I guess it has been a good evening and morning for him, but he says goodbye and goes into his captain's cabin. So I fetch and sell a 20 kronor banknote to the man. He admires it and he gives me 5 ounces of gold for the banknote before he thanks and leaves. I didn't really explain the number system to him, but he loved it's blue-purple color.