It was a hot day. The blonde slave had brought him a chilled white wine, kneeling at his feet prettily. He had commented on the loveliness of her belled nipples through the glossy diaphanous fabric of her apron. As he anticipated her thighs had moistened with gratitude at his compliment. The thin fabric of the apron sticking between her legs as she squirmed involuntarily. Still seated he leaned over the kneeling girl and sniffed at her slave heat, predatorily. Trembling she kept her eyes respectfully below his beltline. Her breathing laboured now, panting & gasping, through her slightly parted lips caught in the glossy veil quite beautifully.
“You smell quite fuckable too girl!” He whispered into her ear.
Flustered by the closeness of his hot breath she blurted out.
“Yes Master, thank you Master.”
Her creamy flesh was flushed crimson now.
He leaned over her still further & probed his finger into her wetness.
She gasped through her filmy veil. The thin fabric felt utterly constrictive now.
Her delicate fingers clutched feebly, pleadingly at his well muscled arms, as he firmly rubbed and rolled her clitoris.
He lifted her chin, lifted her deep blue eyes to his. Her pupils were black & dilated open to him. She was like pinioned prey, utterly vulnerable & defenceless. He probed her mercilessly with his gaze with his fingers. Her eyes were welling with tears of helpless love for her master.
Abruptly and expertly he snapped her wrists into bracelets behind her back.
Then still exploring her wetness he kissed her, almost bruising her lips through the pink veil. Then brushed it aside as his tongue probed her mouth, as she in turn squirmed to his probing fingers.
Satisfied with her kiss he returned his mouth to his wine. She whimpered almost sobbing with helpless need as he withdrew his slimy finger. He wiped her rape soil on her veil & between her breasts on her apron, it quickly saturated the flimsy material her veil and the upper apron. Effacingly she sucked & licked his finger clean. Lovingly & gratefully swallowing the warmly thick sticky mucous, as he drank his chilled wine.
“Go to the wall.”
She was in tears as she obeyed.
“Quickly slut, before I spank your pretty behind for distracting me.”
“Yes Master.” She moaned quite hotly, her quivering voice almost as weak as her legs.
She nonetheless obeyed quickly. More than just a little frightened and eager to be obedient. A spanking can quickly become a whipping if Master is in the slightest displeased. The harsh corporal leather of slave whip ensures her fervent & pathetic ardour to be seen in terms of desire rather than discipline.
Completely lost & abandoned in her sexual submission now a dejected slavegirl pitiful and pathetic kneeling on stone floor facing the wall. He could still smell her from his seat. He returned to his wine and paperwork. Let her simmer for a while. It would improve her fellatio & his enjoyment of her.
Her apron was fully open at the rear & she was not permitted panties, her branded rear quarters were also quite lovely.
Dismissed she kept her tearful eyes closed. Squirming wetly & unable to think about anything but submissively serving her Masters pleasure.
How hotly she wished he had spanked her & enjoyed her lips.
Quietly in tears, she wept in humiliation, to be so vulnerable and so helplessly needy.
The pretty blonde, devotedly loved her Master & her strict slavery.
He put her out of his thoughts, for nearly an hour as he concentrated on his papers. Occasionally glancing over at her firmly round inviting buttocks. She was silent, or at least as silent as a belled slave could be. He noted the occasional spasm & shudder, the irregular gasps as she struggled to control her panting breath. The soft wet sounds of her squidging inner thighs. Eventually he could no longer ignore his growing lust, the impatient discomfort of his loins.
Almost impatiently he snapped his fingers ”Come here girl”
She obeyed immediately, crawling to his sandaled feet. Gratefully covering them in hot submissive kisses. He unbraceleted her.
“More wine emily” He handed her his empty goblet.
“Yes Master.” She whispered breathlessly.
She rose gracefully to her feet before him. She kept her eyes lowered again now. Only raising her eyes above his belt with his express permission. It is not often given. She returned quickly with his drink, dropping effortlessly to her knees at his feet. Lowering her head, she looked down at his cup as she rolled the metal on her belly, then between her nipples. Pressing the cup sensuously in her cleavage. Allowing the small delicate piercings to ring out prettily. She lowered her veiled lips to the rim, humbly kissing his cup in adoration of her master. As she kissed his cup she trembled & quivered with her desire to be & to be found sexually pleasing to him. Pressing her buttocks together tightly & deliciously sweetly from his vantage point above her, she shuddered. He shifted in his chair, sighing appreciatively.
Here was the difference between he & she. He enjoyed her perfect service totally at his leisure, she must wait hot and wet in misery, tormented by her frustrated needs.
She lifted the cup over her bowed head in both hands in supplication to him.
“Master emily brings you refreshment & begs to consider her lips for your pleasure while you drink.”
He took the cup brusquely from her fingers.
“Be quiet slave” He told her curtly , braceleting her wrists again.
She nearly burst into tears expecting once more to be dismissed.
Firmly but gently he seized a fistful of her golden hair and drew her between his legs. She lifted his tunic with her veiled lips, & began to kiss and lick him. He was hard & erect. Braceleted as she was she could only use her mouth & her breasts to massage him. Nonetheless her intimate service was utterly perfect.
He had named her well, slave names are often redolent with meaning here. Her name emily was no different. Emily had been a dutiful wife who was devoted selflessly to her husbands sexual pleasure. So much so that her husband had enslaved her as an act of appreciation. Naturally Emily was clamorous in her distress at her sudden & irreversible, by her, change in status. But in her owners bed she was immeasurably hotter & wetter in her submission to his pleasure. It might also be added after she had tasted the whip on the tender rears of her thighs. Thus emily was an excellent slave name, especially for imported blondes like her. Girls who had been free & often privileged, before the leather slave sack found them. Such slaves were at the same time shamed & embarrassed by the explicit sexuality of their slavery. Quite pathetically feminine in their humiliated powerless pique, helpless in their silly tearful umbrage. Yet like the namesake Emily, emily was utterly liberated in her submission to him & deeply thrilled & flattered to have been beautiful enough for enslavement. & of course the whip helped these girls too. Under strict discipline these girls of course secretly loved fearing & obeying their uncompromising master & his painful punishment.
She was in rapture between his knees. Slowly alternatively licking and kissing him, then deep throating him, while firmly massaging his shaft upwards to her lips with her silken cleavage. Her sweet service accompanied by her hot little moans & whimpers and the liquid sounds of the wet squidging of her thighs.
He enjoyed his wine and his blonde slave. The soft breeze was blowing through the slats of his windows onto his upper body contrasting with the heat between his legs, the hot sensuous smell of his slave. Then with a spasm of pure pleasure he gripped her hair again firmly as he began to explode in her mouth. He filled her easily with his first eruptions then pulling her head back, came spurting stickily into her face & down her apron & breasts. Coming strongly even spattering her thighs
He would enjoy her delicious rape, later & totally at his leisure.
He was the Master.
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