He snapped his fingers & the two blondes hurriedly crawled forwards, nearly on all fours except their wrists were braceleted behind them. It was pleasant to watch the two frightened slaves struggle forward, desperate to remain graceful & pretty, for his eyes. The pair carried a cherry red leather pleasure whip between them in their mouths held prettily between trembling veiled lips. They had knelt obediently waiting behind the scarlet pleasure curtain for 2 hours in this same position, silent & squirming, behind the leather curtain waiting to be called.
They were golden blondes, indicating they were of foreign origin, rather than the native white blonde. Once free, captured usually in the dead of the night, woken rudely, bound & brought to here & sold. To make deliciously vulnerable & pleasing sluts. One girl was ever so slightly more golden than the other, both had lovely clear blue eyes, large deep eyes fringed by long dark lashes, & enhanced by their intensely dilated irises. They were of a similar height & pleasurable build, as their owners decided. The more golden of the two had been named emily, the other adele. Both foreign names given as slave names, with slave meanings, emily, for your fellatio Master, adele, to swallow your love Master. imported girls especially blondes are normally named for oral pleasure, and are generally described pejoratively as blow job blondes, as it is especially satisfying to see their blonde hair between your legs. Needless to say the girls could be & were named & renamed on the masters whim.
They were both clad in fleshy pale pink pleasure silk, glossy & lustrous, yet also nearly totally diaphanous as it clung stickily to the girls curves. The effect on their pale rosy skin, was trashy & cheap, sluttily inviting their sexual exploitation & rape. Sensuous & lovely to see & touch, but maddeningly distracting & sticky to wear. Tiny tight slips, very low cut & high on the thighs. Tiny mouth veils of the same fabric. & on a hot & sticky night as tonight, both girls wore tight tiny slave panties, so as to simmer in their juices & be gagged so aptly later. They had not been hooded as is more usual tonight but more sensuously blindfolded, similarly not gagged but silenced by the whip held in their lips. The slaves were joined by an intimately short belled chain between their collars & ankle bracelets, they would serve together.
They had both knelt anxiously faces to the wall behind the buckled leather curtain. Listened in nervous silence to their owner, behind the curtain as he read his papers & was served cool drinks by another eager slave at the snap of his fingers. The only noise coming from the two blondes, the soft wet sounds of their helpless arousal, and the quiet chinking of tiny pretty intimately attached bells.
The first slave had been dismissed, with a sob to her kennel, replaced by another girl, serving & dancing for her Master. Serving him now another cold beer. She too was blonde but the native very white blonde variety. She was called milli, your pleasure is from behind this slave. This girl naked now, except for her veil, her yellow slip discarded on the floor. Slave clothing is little more than scant decoration, a girl feels more nude & vulnerable than being nude, in slave silk, yet it was still so erotically charged to be stripped by master, to kneel naked before him & of course enjoyable to strip her.
He left emily & adele kneeling in silence as he enjoyed his beer. Milli knelt to one side of his feet her eyes lowered submissively. She was very evidently aroused & fetid. The two blondes kneeling before the master were well positioned to taste the aroma of her rape soil, she was virtually swimming & squirming in her juices. Making the 2 bound girls, acutely aware of their own sodden panties, smelly hot shameful jellylike, stinking of submission. He sat above them, enjoying his drink & the smell & tiny involuntary whimpers & moans of his slaves. Listening to the music as he observed the two blondes, deciding whether or not it pleased him to whip them or not. Enjoying the scent of the 3 sluts as they ached for him to regard them in terms of pleasure, rather than discipline. He did a quick mental calculation, reckoning that the 2 girls had not been fully used for at least 5 days, emily perhaps longer. He kept a large household 30 girls or so with 10 imported girls all golden blonde. & whilst he found such girls extremely attractive, he also relished enjoying their fellatio, knowing them to be squirming helplessly with unsatisfied need at his feet. Leaving them generally for the enjoyment of his business guests, often giving them as gifts if a guest is pleased with a girls service. Such girls are plentiful & cheap enough, the padlocked cages of the slave markets are crammed full of imported sluts, waiting to be bought & branded. They could be & were often raped at the snap of his fingers, he chose if, when & how he enjoyed their intimate pleasure.
To this end he had his all blondes trained to excel at fellatio, all slavegirls must perform perfectly but blondes even more so. Presided over with the whip the slaves practise fellatio for hours at a time on large uncannily fleshlike rubber dildos. The girl is hooded & closely bound, she will normally have been denied permission to toilet for a couple of days prior to training. This makes the girl feel exceptionally vulnerable, & also highly sensitizes her intimacies, to the sharp sting of the switch. She is put in a tiny leather lined booth, reeking of sex & fear, the oversize dildo, lubricated with a slaves own juices & leather, only ever being licked clean. A slave presides over her training, she holds the thin springy leather switch, both girls will be punishment whipped if the training doesn’t go well. The trainer slave wields her whip liberally & extremely cruelly desperate herself not to feel the punishment whip. The trainee learns very quickly, in minutes she is proficient, in under an hour she excels, after a couple she is superb, in half a day she is loving enthusiastic, delicious & superb, striving to be more inventive & pleasing. Her bottom & between her legs are a red raw testament to her training. Interestingly enough there is a total lack of teeth indents on the phallus, despite being lashed so viciously & intimately. Already she knows instinctively she is to please men. Her delightful fellatio a rapture of surrender & total adoring submission to her masters sexual pleasure.
By evening she is either trained, or destroyed. When the male slave keeper returns he punishment whips the unfortunate trainee harshly & kennels her untoileted & unfed. The instruction to be perfectly pleasurable ringing threateningly in her ears as she sobs in the kennel. The trainer slave is then also soundly whipped for good measure. Both are slaves & not to be rewarded for obedience or being pleasing, this is absolutely expected of them. No bargain is made with women, there are no rules or reward & punishment roll or agenda between the Master who owns & the object he owns. The male free individual person & the female branded animal. She is rightly absolutely subject to his whim. The trainee is whipped as a mnemonic to underline her training. The trainer is whipped to remove any sense of self import she may have felt, & to remind her the same helpless obedience is expected from her. Both girls sob in pain kneeling in their kennels. Both girls will be scrubbing their masters stone floor on all fours in the morning.
The thoughts & reflections of female slaves are shallow & petty of no value to her & of absolutely no interest to her owner, utterly worthless. Slavegirls are expected to obey lovingly & be emotional & vulnerable, responsive to their masters. They are instructed to empty their pretty little heads, not too difficult, and concentrate on visualizing pleasing her master. On lovingly licking & kissing his glans. Cupping his balls, adoringly worshipping him. Massaging his shaft with her cleavage, softly but deliciously firmly massaging him with the texture of her breasts. Swallowing prettily, soiled & humiliated, & gratefully obsequious, whimpering with need. Kissing his feet lovingly, inviting his rape with the softness & moistness off her lips on his toes. The moment of penetration, parting her wetness with his glans, just before the force of his thrust. The gasp & pain of anal penetration, the shame & hot orgasm of anal climax. Kissing his cup lovingly, in rapture to his mastery. The first bite of a whipping, the spreading sting of deepening pain, as it begins its first throb. Kissing his whip, before in choking vulnerable fear. Kissing his whip afterwards in pain, relief & fear of repetition. Every tiny act in painstaking exhaustive detail, for hours, days even weeks at a time, ordained by men. She visualizing each act to maximize his pleasure, his total enjoyment, of her. So she performs every chore, in a state of constant sexual arousal, rapturous foreplay for her adored Master.
He reached down to his feet & took the whip from their lips. The two slaves gasped with fright, he snapped the whip smartly against the side of his chair. The swish of the whip slicing through the air inches from the two girls faces, landing with a sharp crack. Three pairs of fearful eyes followed the arcing leather blade, pupils black with alarm. Three slaves listened to the sharp whistle through the air knowing that sound all too well, feeling the sharp thud. Their eyes brimming with tears met for a fleeting second, then they looked down quickly, seeing in other the deep humiliation & fear of their sexual bondage. Each knowing that she furtively loved her subjugation, & her master strictness, her total submission to him. Each knowing that this was absolutely no secret, to anyone. Each slut knowing that, she was being treated with contempt & exploited exactly as she deserved. Emily nearly wet herself as the whip struck the couch, of course such women are not permitted to toilet without permission, she was so frightened.
He smiled as all three slaves flinched & whimpered satisfyingly, the two girls more helplessly than milli. A frisson of excitement tingled his spine & his fancy. With a click of his fingers he instructed milli to go behind the two slaves & remove their panties. Milli was skilfully knew exactly how to maximize Masters enjoyment of the display. Running a single finger between adele’s buttocks, tracing the saturated briefs sticking to trembling well rounded buttocks. Then pressing a finger softly through the glossy fabric on the inflamed erectile tissue, & running her fingertip agonizingly softly & slowly across the girls clitoris, eliciting a helpless shiver & soft moan of need. Leaving the emotional echo of the whimper lingering in the atmosphere for a few moments. She then peeled the sticky sodden briefs from the slave, with a wet squelching sound. The tiny pink garment smelly & absolutely sodden. She stripped adele first but as she went to gag her with her briefs, Master indicated that emily should be gagged with adele’s panties & vice versa, each tasting the others juices. As the wet panties were stuffed into emily’s mouth, she reddened with humiliation, at being gagged like this & loving being dominated like this stifling on the clammy thick taste of her sisters arousal. Her mouth & nostrils, overwhelmed by the smell & taste of her helpless feminine need to serve him.
Emily trembled as milli went behind her The muffled moan into the slimy panties a helpless testament to milli’s fingertip in her own panties, on her engorged clitoris, that felt as swollen & as big as a marble & as tender as a hot bubble on the very cusp of rupture. Then suddenly exposed rearwards, open & inviting & ripe for penetration. She moaned again, almost choking on the panties stuffed into her lips. Adele was gagged with emily’s panties, & both girls sullied & scarlet with debasement knowing the other was tasting her helpless juices. Milli went behind them again, kneeling & kissing the girls pink brand scar, prettily displayed on their buttocks. She slipped her fingers inside both girls, gliding easily with no resistance & then holding her glistening fingers up for masters inspection. He pronounced himself satisfied & ordered her to the side, facing the wall at his couch. The kneeling girl was not permitted to clean her sticky hands.
He stood up & went behind the slaves, pressing the whip between adele’s legs watching her squirm on the blade, lubricating it. When it was warm & wet he pressed it firmly between emily’s legs. Both girls were whimpering into their panty gags. When the red leather was wet & almost dripping, he pressed it to emily’s gagged lips, forcing her to try to kiss it with her stuffed mouth, her head pressed back uncomfortably. Then adele, then firmly across both lips.
Both girls sobbed into their gags, muffled begging not to be whipped, panic & apprehension rising, until both were almost choking with fear. He and they both knew he would not be lenient. He enjoyed disciplining his slavegirls with the whip. A girl punished & fearful of a much more severe punishment, feels so much vulnerable & fervent in her desire to please. Enjoyed the slap of leather on their tender rears & sobs from his slaves. Enjoyed their tearful kisses on his feet as they thanked him for his strictness. Felt it was fitting & proper act of foreplay. In their hearts they loved his uncompromising strictness, & kissing his whip. Kissing his whip cold & stiff, terrifying & rigid, with trembling lips. Kissing his whip still firm yet warm & supple from her rear, sobbing in pain & fear. Submissively kissing his feet in total supplication to his maleness.
Slaves are generally frequently beaten for pleasure & foreplay, or mild punishment. If the master decides she should be properly punished the punishment whips are an altogether more terrifying & horrific experience, leaving a girl severely bruised & welted for days. It is rarely necessary to punish female slaves, they are so eager to be obedient & pleasing. Nonetheless she will be punished for the tiniest of infractions capricious & imagined or not. A cup overfull, underful, not cool enough or too cold, not swallowing his pleasure prettily enough, if he is not satisfied with her rape. She might be whipped to make her fellatio or rape more pleasing, her punishment doubled for needing to be whipped to improve her intimate service. In short he needs no reason to whip her. He & they both knew this & she loved her condition, more so than she was wretched & feared the horrible pain.
“Tell me a more pleasurable way to dominate & discipline my sluts” He demanded of his slaves
“Beg to pleasure me, beg to placate me, beg not to be beaten”
They’re whimpers & begs were prettily muffled & stifled, as the pair sobbed gagged so effectively.
He watched them sob till they were almost besides themselves in alarm & funk then took the whip from their lips & went behind them, raising it, with an exaggerated swish. For a couple of seconds he watched them quiver with fright, desperate to turn & look where the whip was, but not daring to turn without permission. Then he brought the whip down on their legs with a sharp crack. For the two slaves the whistle of the downward stroke seemed to hang for an agonizing age. Then all of a sudden it was there with male force. The blade for a split second flexing around their flesh, then biting through & into muscle, lifting pushing them forward, the shock expelling air from their lungs. The thick thudding blow burning & spreading like a hot brand in flesh. A joint squeal of pain & disbelief. No matter how many times a slave is beaten, which as is fashionable these days, regularly, she never builds a tolerance for, or gets accustomed to the pain. Each whipping is like her first, humiliation, pain & the shocking realization of his uncompromising strictness. Made manifest with the stern leather implement.
The harsh snap of leather on flesh was most satisfactory. The involuntary squeal of pain, muffled on their gags quite delicious. Milli sobbed kneeling facing the wall. He curtly ordered her to be silent. She obeyed immediately. The two blondes were writhing with pain as the first lash, began to smart & throb on the backs of their pretty legs. He timed it perfectly, letting the burning sensation peak. Then the second lash was delivered. They screamed into their soiled smelly wet panties. The 2nd blow reinforcing the horrible throbbing echo of the first, heightening & spreading the burning sensation. Whilst stinging & burning piercingly where the 2 blows crisscrossed. The third lash also timed for maximum impact landed with a wet slapping thud. They could only sob pathetically now, their lungs expunged of air. Gasping for breath choking with fear on the stinking slave panty gags. He was brutally & coldly efficient, a woman should be beaten calmly, concentrating & maximizing Masters pleasure & her discipline. He knew well how to discipline women, he was a pig merchant, with a sideline in the transport of slaves, so was adept at handling livestock.
The lashes rained down across the backs of their legs & exposed lower buttocks. Each awful jarring stripe timed to coincide as the pain from the last climaxed. Building & building, overwhelming her senses with hot spasms of throbbing pain. After 10 he stopped & with the tab of the whip opened adele’s legs widely. She whimpered with fear, dreadfully afraid now, her muscles tensing reluctant to open. He was most insistent with the tab of the whip, she obeyed him. He opened emily’s legs in a similar manner, she was almost beside herself with fright, whimpering. He delivered a single stinging blow to the most tender underside of her buttocks, where the leg joins her bottom, she squealed.
“Be quiet slut”
Emily was silent, there was no compromise for her, her sexual obedience demanded. He then calmly delivered 5 lashes between adele's legs, as she writhed & sobbed in agony. He left adele sobbing in misery & turned his attention to emily. He spread her legs a little more, exposing her clitoris just that tiny bit more, maximising her apprehension. The first blow caused her to rear up, screaming into the gag, muffled beautifully. He gave her ten lashes, doubling her punishment for causing him to silence her earlier. Then gave both girls another 10 joint lashes. He had only intended 20 lashes initially 10 across 5 between & then 5 more across. But he had enjoyed beating emily immensely, getting into his stride.
He snapped his fingers for milli to ungag them. She replaced their panties. He noticed with amusement each girl cringe with both pain & embarrassment, wearing the others soiled panties, even though they had been gagged with the same smelly briefs just moments before. He ran the whip between their legs on the filmy fabric, allowing each girls wetness to soak into the fabric, mingling with her sisters juices. The glossy silk sticking clammily, heightening her discomfort. He then permitted them to kiss the whip & his feet. He had emily pay particular attention to licking the hard leather tab clean, after all they were her juices. Both girls sobbed pathetically thanking him for the punishment, and having been put firmly in their place. Sincerely submissively grateful for his strictness. Their lips & tears were hot on his sandaled feet, as they begged to please him.
He tossed the whip to the floor again & ordered them to fetch it. Together on all fours crosswise in their lips. He took the whip, they kissed his feet abjectly.
Adele & emily were released from their bracelets. It was the first time they had been unbraceleted for days. He had his blondes perform their menial household chores naked & closely chained, scrubbing & polishing his stone floors with tiny brushes held in their mouths. The rubbery phallus shaped handles, concentrating their tiny bimbo minds on the purpose of their existence. Obviously these was no need to release their hands for toileting or feeding. Their cleaning & cosmetics were applied by another slave, it enhances their sensation of being painted, tawdry & ornamental for masters erotic pleasure. If they serve refreshments or more intimately during the day they generally are clad only in a tiny apron, sometimes covering the breasts sometimes not, the colour of the mostly transparent slave silk apron matching that of her veil. Generally slaves are only permitted to be unchained when required for their chores, or intimate service. Similarly kept gagged & hooded. In some households it was fashionable to have girls scrubbing floors hooded & supervised by another slave wielding a whip over the blindfolded girl, or have her in blinkers. He wasn’t keen on blinkers, it ruined the soft pleasing look of a girl scrubbing the floor in his opinion. Also blinkers & harnesses were for more valuable & useful animals. He was however intrigued by the total hooding idea.
They continued to kiss his feet. He sat down, beckoning for them to crawl to his chair. They did so beautifully, begging to serve him.
“milli dance superbly now for your Master, unless you wish me to regard you in terms of discipline rather than pleasure girl”
“Yes Master” her fright was evident
She rose gracefully to her feet & began to grind & slither about an imaginary phallic pole, kissing the head lovingly with the total sexual abandon of an owned female sex slave. The only creature more inferior & wanton & abandoned in her sexual & emotional surrender is a girl brought to serve here. She moaned helplessly with each belled movement. Whimpering with her need for him, to please him in every way possible, in total surrender to his lust his pleasure. Squirming wetly round the imaginary pole. Seeing in it his erection, every contour & vein of his beloved adored manhood. To be pleasured perfectly, jealous of his delight. Gasping in near orgasmic rapture, crying with love as her arousal burning higher with each loving sensual movement.
He looked down to the blondes chained at his feet.
“Beer now sluts, I am thirsty after whipping you raw”
“Yes Master” they chorused together.
They were still chained together by the collar & ankles, nonetheless they moved gracefully, swinging their hips & curves in liquid unison. Already the surface redness from the whip was fading, although the pain lasts for hours, slave whips are designed to chastise rather than damage your pretty property. They bent down together, to pick him a fresh goblet from the cooler lifting their bottoms to him, exposing the delicious anal curves in the extremely short slips, he had them dressed in, a delicious inviting sight.
They knelt down & filled the chilled goblet with beer holding it & themselves underneath the beer barrels nozzle, as if in worship, in supplication that he be pleased by their service. Incidentally he was, but he still tapped his fingers impatiently, watching their self conscious anxiety in amusement. When it was exactly full they cupped it lovingly in both hands & carried it between them to his feet.
They kept their eyes properly below his belt, as they walked towards him. Hips & breasts swinging sweetly. Belled nipples clearly erect & taught on the fabric of their sheer slips. The two girls lovely cleavage swelling upwards inviting him in their flimsy garments. They knelt before him together, sinking gracefully to their knees on the tiled floor at his feet. The bell on the chain between their collars ringing out, as it tautened then loosened. He watched as emily, bit her lip under her veil, blushing at the animal sound. Her eyes briefly met adele's, they reddened together. He heard a soft squidging sound from both of them, a waft of arousal. He stiffened in the chair. With his left hand he reached out & fondled the black leather pleasure crop hanging at the side of his chair. Identical in all but colour to the implement they had just tasted. The black leather gloss belying its well worn, well used status. Black for discipline, red for pleasure, or anything he chose for his property.
Emily seeing his hand first paled, then adele gasped behind her veil. Above them he smiled satisfied. They weren’t permitted to raise their eyes above his imperious belt.
He snapped his fingers.
Adele lifted the cup to her breasts & softly rolled it between her erect nipples. Then emily pressed it to her cleavage, causing her to swell pleasingly as the cup chinked on her nipple bells. Both girls pressed themselves to the cup & lowered trembling lips to its rim, kissing it lovingly. Warming the cold metal on the outside, for his fingertips but not the refreshing contents. They were almost ecstatic, for a moment he was distracted by them. Then the two girls raised the cup slowly over their bowed heads, upwards & outwards to him.
“Speak !”
“emily & adele bring you refreshment Master, slavegirls who ache for the taste of your pleasure in their lips.”
He didn’t take the cup.
“Two sluts whose lips long to be slowly parted by your manhood Master”
He still didn’t take the cup.
“helpless slavegirls who beg to lick & kiss you, to pleasure you Master.”
Wordlessly he took the cup. Brushing their fingertips with his, inciting a murmur of excitement. Their wrists dropped gracefully back to rest behind them as if bound.
He took a deep gulp watching them.
“Touch each other, bring each other to arousal.”
“Yes Master.” They chorused, blushing with shame as his feet.
Milli danced behind them.
Adele slipped her fingers into emily’s now slimy panties & began stroking her clitoris, with achingly slow motions, with the other fingers she pressed through her panties into her anus. Emily gasped helplessly & responded to her sisters, soaking her fingers & stroking. The two slaves kissing at each others breasts & nipples. The silks were soon soaked & sticking even more transparently to their curves. Nipples straining at the filmy fabric, like rods, bells ringing out a lovely tiny feminine sound. Kissing at each other hungrily through their veils the taste of each others juices still sticky on their lips, staining their veils, the tiny mouth coverings plastered on their gasping lips. Writhing & squirming around each other almost fighting the short chain that joined their collars and anklets. In between each others legs now squirming on the floor in the 69 position. The bell on their chains ringing out on the taught links as they gasped & shuddered with arousal. Then upright again, taking turns to press fingers into the anus & lips stroking each other clitoris & penetrating her vagina from behind. Their ample curves almost squeaking, sweetly constrained in their tight slave silks.
He watched them grow quite fervid & breathless, moaning as they neared climax, then stopped them with the tip of the whip, pressed to emily’s lips. Both girls suddenly frightened kissed at the whip on all fours.
“What worthless little sluts you imported bimbos are”
“Yes Master.” They replied blushing with shame.
Milli continued to dance behind them.
The smell & heat from them at his feet was overpoweringly inviting. How pleasant they are these foreign sluts, squirming wetly at your feet, branded & raped. Bodies sticky with each others lust. Yet utterly humiliated by a few words reminding them of their wanton sexuality. As if they were suited to be anything else except sexual playthings.
He drained his beer and handed them the cup “Another” he told them curtly.
“Yes Master” they whispered huskily still flushed & squirming.
He watched them stand still graceful & pretty, but their need so evident on them.
He clapped his hands loudly.
“Hurry up, I’m not a man accustomed to waiting thirstily on soaked little sluts” He barked at them.
Watching in amusement as they whimpered fearfully, struggling to remain a pretty composure while they rushed, almost choking on their fear.
He played idly with the whip as he watched them kneel before him once again. Toying with the idea of another beating as they kissed his cup. He saw the tremor of submission as they kissed the rim, & found his own body desired a more fitting use for them. They lifted the cup again over their blonde heads whispering hotly.
“Master your beer, two girls whose lips ache for your erection within them.”
He made them wait.
“Soft lips & sweet tongues as much for your pleasure as the drink is for your refreshment beloved Master”
Still he didn’t take the cup
“Slaves who love to swallow your lust Master.”
He took the cup, & opened his legs, parting his cool linen tunic.
“Here !” He told them, quite erect now.
They crept between his parted knees eagerly.
Behind them milli squirmed helplessly aching to be in their place.
Emily began to lick kiss glans under her veil, her soft tongue hot, with licks that felt almost liquidlike. Adele to lick his shaft slowly upwards circling him, with her tongue & fingers. She felt himself stiffen considerable between her lips, shifting for comfort in his chair cupping the nape of her neck with his free hand. Her own wetness like liquid fire now, both girls squirming & squidging, helplessly. He felt his head melt into her mouth as she moistly parted her lips with the head of his penis with the tiniest & softest hint of downward pressure. Sucking him into her mouth lovingly. Adele kissing & licking her way upwards to his head as emily began slowly to deep throat her master & withdrawing slowly. Then she wrapped her veil over his glans & kissed & sucked at his glistening head. He clenched his fist on his cup in delight, grunting with pleasure. Slave silk is every bit as slippery & sensuously glossily liquid as it looks, maddening to wear, and incredible to be fellated through. As adele kissed her way to the pinnacle of his pleasure, the two slaves reversed roles. Adele slowly sucking & deep throating him, emily kissing her way up & down his shaft. Moistening her hands with her wetness as she massaged him slowly & firmly upwards towards her sisters mouth. Then each girl on either side kissing & sucking his glans taking turns to have him fully between her glossy lips. Adele cupped his balls & emily slipped a finger gently into his anal cavity, probing sweetly.
They were gasping helplessly now as they served him, their own excitement frenzied & rapturous. As his pleasure built so did the slaves need, the greater his satisfaction the more their thighs helplessly ached for him. He slowly enjoyed his drink as the 2 slaves gasping & moaning between his knees pleasured him. He was amused to watch milli squirming facing the wall, her inner thighs glistening wetly, he would enjoy her rape later. His climax built slowly & steadily under the loving ministrations of his pleasure slaves. They raised up on their knees & still kissing & sucking him pressed breasts around his hardness, slowly massaging & masturbating him, on the soft fibrous texture of their pressed cleavage, nipple chains & bells ringing prettily.
Ten pleasurable minutes later he seized a fistful of emily’s golden hair & pressed himself between her lips, exploding into her veil & mouth. Enjoying the moment of her tiny frightened but obedient timid resistance her slight gagging panic as he held her firmly as he ejaculated. Then still erupting he pushed her back & seizing adele filled her mouth too, before holding both girls at his gushing head, spurting hot sticky semen in their faces down their breasts & bellies, even their open thighs. He then pushed himself back into emily’s mouth filling her as she struggled not to gag & choke. He left her with a stifling mouthful as he filled adele too. Did a girl mention how virile these Masters are, free to be men & to properly dominate their women, his pleasure is copious & untrammelled. How magnificent our strict Masters are.
Snapping his fingers he watched them move to all fours before him, mouths still full. He watched them amused for a few seconds in tears choking fearfully. Then gave them permission to swallow.
Milli danced in a lather of arousal & belled ecstasy behind them
They did so gratefully, the lumpy seed redolent & clinging thickly in their mouths. Leaving their faces & upper bodies still sticky & saturated, veils plastered to their lips. Struggling to find a tiny dry corner of the drenched sticky veils they kissed his feet hot with emotion. Thanking him submissively, adoringly for being permitted to serve his pleasure, both girls crying with love for their owner. He indulged them in this for a second, before pushing the sluts aside with his sandaled foot.
The girls rose slowly, & went to fetch a small bowl of warm scented water, accompanied by soft silken towels. And his tumbler of post fellatio liqueur. Kneeling before him again they kissed the tumbler & proffered it to him over their bowed blonde heads. He took it wordlessly then indicated for them to begin cleaning him.
They began to lick him clean, kissing him lovingly after each lick. He swallowed the liqueur the pleasure suffused from his belly into his loins, enhancing his feeling of sexual satisfaction. The warm liqueur caused him to ejaculate once more a burst that caught both slaves across their faces.
“Thank you Master.” They chorus happily. Pathetically grateful as woman are before such men.
They continued to lick him clean. Then bathed his softening erection with the warm scented water. He was by no means flaccid but no longer raging hard. Both girls bathed and sponged him clean, holding the small silk towel between them. Then gently patted him dry with the second towel.
When they were finished they humbly lowered his tunic & returned the cleaning utensils to their place. They knelt before him again aching to serve him further, however tinily, but above all aching to be raped by the man who owned them.
He handed them his empty tankard.
“Another beer sluts, your service has given me a thirst”
“Yes Master, immediately Master.”
They chorused through their sticky veils, lips & mouth thick with his pleasure, happy & servile.
Despite the lovely lithe swinging movements of the pleasure slaves. Both girls found it difficult to move gracefully, their desire to serve him catching the breath in their lungs, trembling with need for his rapacious pleasure.
He took his fresh beer & enjoyed a long cooling draught, then ordered them to stand.
The two slaves rose prettily to their bare feet & stood before him, eyes lowered below his belt submissively. He enjoyed his beer while he considered the blondes, weighing up whether to rape one of them or both or milli, or all of them, or have another slave summoned from the kennels, a delicious decision.
Emily was ever so slightly shorter than adele, & just a little more buxom. Her heaving cleavage very full in her tiny tunic, usually 2 or 3 sizes too small, the cut not generous in the least. Adele's tunic was no less bulging with her lovely curves.
He suddenly realized his left hand had been toying absently with the whip handle, from the direction of their fascinated gaze. On impulse he whipped it upwards stopping millimetres from emily’s chin. Pressing the tab under her chin he lifted her eyes up to his. Her deep blue eyes were frightened & needful, her irises widely dilated, helplessly vulnerable. Her long lavish lashes brimmed with welling tears. He lifted adele's eyes to his also then pressed the tab of the whip to their lips. They kissed it lovingly, through sticky silk veils. Timorous as his stern gaze burned through their lovely eyes into their submissive cores.
“What worthless dependent little sluts you are.”
“Yes Master !”
His scorn stung them, humiliated to be women when men are free to be masters. Inferior to him in every way, without significance.
“Slaves to be collared & branded, whipped & raped, owned & strictly circumscribed for your owners pleasure.”
“Yes Master for your sexual pleasure, nothing more”
From the tiles at his feet he picked up two large black pecker ball gags, still thickly slimy & clammy from the previous wearers. The leather ball & strap smelling & tasting strongly of female arousal & pushed them between each girls lips. Permitted to lower their gaze they looked down pitiably. He then turned them away from him, he was quite ungentle & fastened the belt on the gags tightly behind their heads, pulling the buckle tightly. Then he braceleted both girls. Again from the floor he took two black leather ball hoods & hooded the pair. The leather was polished to a high patent like gloss both outside & inside, to enhance the overwhelming sense of vulnerable erotic apprehension. Polished to the impossible sheen by the slavegirls who wore them. The inside of these hoods reeked of sex & fear, buckling the tight leather bags closed around their slender graceful necks, above their steel collars. He pushed them to the floor again not roughly but not gently either, lifting their ankles & locking them together also. This pull backwards caused the pair to tumble forwards faces to the floor, they knew better not to rise, waiting encased lips pressed to the floor.
Milli continued to dance.
He let them wait for a minute at his feet, then with brisk stinging lashes, whipped them to the cage behind the leather curtain. He wasn’t cruel with the whip, but he want given to leniency with his slaves either. He was quite exact & deliberate directing their movements with the stinging whip. Painful & unpleasant nonetheless, they were quite distressed crawling blindly under the lash. jerking at each other on the short belled chain that constrained their futile attempts to cringe from the fearsome leather.
He whipped them inside the tiny barred enclosure. There was no space to do anything except kneel head & back pressed down by the stout bars, big enough for one cramped captive. The seraglio, or animal cage was constructed of plain polished steel bars, the floor too was barred & was quite uncomfortable after a short period of time. He closed & locked the cage gate on them. With the whip tab through the bars he teased open their soaked labial lips spreading them on the inside of sticky silk panties, exposed the inflamed clitoral erection through sheer panties. Pressing insistently with the supple but hard leather tab of the whip, till they were visibly squirming with fear & need. Then gave adele a sharp stinging lash on her inflamed intimacy. He was rewarded with a muffled shriek of agony. He let emily wait a moment, building her terrible anticipation, then the searing lash expertly placed between her exposed thighs. She squealed into her gag, overcome in the throes of her distress. Both slaves miserable in their hoods in tight bondage.
The two blondes sobbed in pain & humiliation.
They had been dismissed, discarded for now.
He inhaled a lungful of the air in the small curtained enclosure, hot & close, female desire, mingled with fear & the strong masculine odour of leather. He drew closed the leather curtain leaving them to simmer & lather in the stink of their slave funk. How glad he was not to be female, not to be kept in & to breathe the fetid air of their inferiority. How content he was to keep his females in such a deserving & demeaning & perfect bondage. He buckled closed the heavy curtain of scarlet leather & returned to his seat.
He threw the whip to milli’s feet. She winced as the blade caught her belled toes, & continued to dance around the horrid instrument of female correction.
“Pick it up girl” He told her.
She knelt fearfully on all fours & took it in her veiled lips.
She held the whip awkwardly in her veiled mouth, not able to hold the blade firmly through the slippery fabric, in the fellatio pout of her soft lips. The highly polished leather was wet and slimy from the rears of the two girls. The stinking rape soil gradually seeping into milli’s veil, sticking it to her face & making the whip even more difficult to hold. Her own behind impossibly hot, moist with sex & fear, she was stifling & choking in fear trying to hold the whip prettily.
The whip a perfect metaphor for asymmetrical relationship between patently the disparate sexes. Those who are to be pleased & those who are to please. Phallic in shape & nature, its firm implacable blade penetrates & imposes itself into her soft yielding flesh. With it she is violated forcefully, painfully against her will by her master. She submits to the whip in horror & in loving awe. A well trained & dominated female lives only to please men. If she fails to live up to the promise of her pretty flesh she expects, wants & needs to be punished. The whip is painful & feared terribly, from the so called pleasure whip to the brutish punishment whips. The act of being punished with the whip, chained hanging from the ceiling, or more commonly on all fours, in stocks. Beaten from behind is deeply humiliating & demeaning. Befitting that of an inferior under painful correctional discipline. Of course she is regularly punished simply for his physical pleasure. To painfully remind her of her place, to be obedient & utterly pleasing. Or for any reason he sees fit. Though not the only punishment she receives. She is regularly & capriciously punished & disciplined for the slightest of reasons. She may be denied toileting for a week, or kept in close chains, not fed, or given only urine to drink. Confined in a full body hood for days. Any manner of degrading punishments, can be devised for her, she is without rights, devoid of personage. Though the whip is the most & most truly feared & loved, defining her inferior relationship with her Master, total & absolute, yet also fantastically symbolic & abstract in its erotic rhetoric.
He sat comfortably for a couple of minutes, enjoying the slight cooling breeze from the window that was wafting over his upper body. The breeze bypassing milli, ventilation designed to ignore the tiled serving area at his feet, & cool him. He watched milli squirm & tremble as he drained his beer.
“Here slut now !” He told her, he was already hard again.
She would be beaten later, before her rape.
He knew well how to handle livestock & discipline women. He was a pig trader. His business transporting large herds of prize pigs, from farms, to markets all across the county. He had pens & storage facilities in all the major cities & most towns. And employees associates & partners, all across the land. Pigs for slaughter, pigs for breeding, pigs for rearing, all varieties of this prize species. A profitable sideline in this business was the storage & transportation of slaves. In particular due to his trade routes crossing close to the slave portals the handling of imported sluts.
It was a routine matter to herd 20 or so women. Hooded in upper body leather sacks, gagged & closely bound, the heavy leather sheath locked at her thighs. Ankles chained together by short chains & each girl chained to the next. Barefoot & stumbling blindly behind the herd of pigs, whipped along the hard stony tracks for days sometimes a week to the next town.
The girls are not watered or fed nor are they permitted to toilet. On initial processing they are given anally a jelly capsule, about the size of a large bar of soap. This contains nutrients & hydration components for 2 to three weeks. The capsule is administered boiling hot to aid breakdown & quick absorption, forced into her anal cavity enema like. Probably the most painful thing she has experienced, until her vending & subsequent branding. This isn’t done cruelly, but for her traders convenience, her discomfort of little interest to them. Likewise she is not permitted to toilet, to prevent the inconvenience of toileting a herd of closely bound slaves. She is simply told that toileting is dependant on male permission now. And involuntary toileting, considered disobedience, rendering her unprofitable. The most likely penalty for disobedience, being fed to the pigs. There are no infractions.
Also being denied toileting, renders a girl, terribly vulnerable & dependant. So much more pliable on the auction block. When they reach storage the slaves are locked in tiny cages, big enough for 10 women but crammed with 20 or 30 at a time, padlocked & leather curtained at the back of the animal pens. Usually in stifling stone cells, reeking of terror & utter bewilderment locked away waiting to be auctioned. In contrast to the spacious well ventilated cattle & swine pens. Animals being eminently more valuable & valued than slaves.
One of his innovations the use of the electrified prod in the capture of modern pampered girls. Deemed illegal & cruel for animals, but useful for manipulating fresh slave meat, especially these girls. The shaped phallic prod pressed intimately, between her legs, inside her tender anus, just between the labia, if she is white silk, careful not to disrupt the hymen. She has just enough time to recognize the phallic shape before the discharge. If there was any slight hesitation in her obedience before there is none afterwards.
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