menial

It is the early morning
Most of the men are still sleeping
The slavegirls are already busy
Rushing here & there in near total silence
The men are still sleeping
The tavern is being scrubbed clean
Coffee & other morning beverages are being prepared
Meat is being grilled
Eggs fried
Salads prepared
Fresh bread baked
The masters tunic are being cleaned, dried & pressed
Leather sandals & belts polished
All in hushed & hurried silence
The only sounds tiny intimate bells
Soft bare feet on the hard tiles
One of the Tavern Masters is awake overseeing the slaves
He is drinking coffee leaning on one of the tables
Bleary eyed still, idly holding a whip in one hand, his coffee in the other
All the pretty slaves quietly whisper good morning master, sweetly to him
He ignores them, but notes that all greet him with ardour & enthusiasm
He is a man & they are females
They are naked now except for their tiny mouth veils
The pleasure aprons, now soiled with their intimate service, taken from them
He puts down his coffee and slaps one of the girls across the buttocks
A loud resounding spank
She whimpers in pain mindful not to wake the sleeping men.
Her whole rump reddens from the blow
“Hurry up girl” she is ordered
“Yes Master” She is in tears
Her mascara making her startled eyes wide & fearful above her veil
If it can be believed that it was possible to seem more frightened than she was
She is pretty in her fright as are the other alarmed girls
Her lips trembling under the tiny square of glossy silk
All the slaves hurry themselves as much as they can
He drinks his coffee & idly lights a cigarette
His breakfast is being prepared
It will be cooked to perfection
And served in keen attentiveness to his total satisfaction but effacingly
As women should serve lovingly & obediently but unobtrusively
Another girl almost runs past
With a loud crack he lets loose the whip across the backs of her pretty legs
She sobs in miserable pain
It has only just begun to sting
“I said hurry up, you worthless sluts”
“Yes Master” she is crying now
The other slaves whisper “Yes Master” fearfully
He returns to his coffee satisfied now
They will work feverishly now
The barbarian earth girls are particularly beautiful in their anxiousness
Their eyes so disbelieving, so hurt, so powerless now
Unfortunately for them this is extremely pleasing to their new owners
They are usually strictly kept under exacting discipline
So they are often punished very severely
This can lead to some jealousness from the other slaves
The more beautiful a women the harsher her stern discipline
The men know & exploit these feelings quite pitilessly
Wherever they originate slavegirls are quite deliciously pathetic
On some mornings a girl might be slapped
On other mornings the whip or both
On other mornings a girl might be told to take the whip in her teeth
To crawl to an alcove & wait
She will be put in the stocks, hooded and braceleted
Be instructed to hold the whip between her trembling buttocks
& wait to be punished
With every tiny sound she will become more anxious & apprehensive
Her imagination running wild she will tremble hearing the curtain open
Hearing him behind her
She will sob choking in the tight leather hood
Sob fearfully asking if he has come to punish her
Often to be met only with silence
He is not there, or is just checking on her, silently
The curtain closes or did it open ? is he there?
The whip increasingly slimy & difficult to hold
The other slaves working in breathlessly in frenetic agitation now
It could just as easily be them as well
On other morning the Tavern Master just watches
The menace of his disciplinary presence enough to terrify them
The uncertainty of the taskmasters treatment piquant
They are powerless, have no recourse, his decision is final
The girl in the alcove will wait at least till after breakfast is done
Into the sticky heat of early morning
He may or may not detail her arbitrary offences
Mostly she will have done nothing amiss except perhaps for her pert bottom catching his eye
She will not be informed of this
She will be made to sob & weep blind in the darkness of the tight leather hood
Her shortcomings, her worthlessness, how deserving she is of punishment
To beg for his firm and painful correction
Then when she sobbing nearly uncontrollably
When the fear of her beating overwhelms her,
Almost seems to overshadow the pain
Then she will be beaten
Without mercy
Until the whip leaves her buttocks & legs red raw
Then she will be sent back to her chores
Or sometime she will not be beaten
She has been sent here because she caught his eye
To be raped in the stocks
Her fear of impending punishment adding to her helplessness
Adding to his pleasure
Or perhaps she will be whipped then raped
Or raped then whipped
Often if she is raped he will not permit her to cum
Increasing her vulnerability
Heightening her desire for the evening serving in the tavern
Also it augments the pleasure of her fellatio, enhancing her helpless performance
Whatever he chooses the choice is his alone
Going back to the early morning as she crawls to the alcove she smells her own fear,
The helpless fear of the other slaves
He is eating his breakfast now
From the alcoves girls are being dismissed
His pleasure still on their veils
Sticky on their bodies
Thick on their lips
They are immediately put to chores
Scrubbing the tavern stones
Other slaves are fetching the waking masters coffee & fresh juice
The men relaxed, confident in their manly nakedness, heading for the showers
There naked girls will soap & sponge them lovingly
Ladling small buckets of warm then refreshingly cold water on them