The next morning, he called me over as he was drinking his coffee. I rose from my knees gracefully & padded over to him nude & barefoot. Leaving the scrubbing brush on the tiles.
“Yes Master, how may candi please you Master.” I whispered obediently, I was already wet.
He opened his knees and patted my bottom invitingly, inviting me in.
“Yes Master.” I was quite breathless.
“Are you enjoying your chores girl?”
“Yes Master.”
“Do you miss your former life girl?”
“Master candi doesn’t think about it at all Master.”
It was true. I have barely thought about Earth at all, since I have been here. & since I have been his, I never think about it at all. My whole focus is on him, pleasing him, and being found pleasing by him. If I did think about my former life it seemed so aimless, shallow and meaningless. Compared to my life here. I felt so alive here, so richly emotional and connected. & my life so purposeful, so firmly controlled, taken in hand by my Masters. So much more a woman here, than before, with these men who were so truly masculine.
“Not at all girl?, don’t you miss anything slave?”
“Oh Master, just sometimes the aroma of your coffee and when you are smoking.”
He smiled.
“Yes girl I know, I can see that with a lot of the barbarian girls. It makes the taste of the coffee that much more delicious, served by you.”
“Yes Master.” I whimpered.
“It is pleasant to deny barbarian slavegirls their former little pleasures and gratifications, to remind them of their slavery.”
“Oh Master how could we forget, nude kneeling before you.”
“& to remind them that those little pleasures and gratifications were never really theirs to enjoy.”
“Yes Master.”
In truth, it was so bitter sweet to serve him coffee, to smell the outrageously delicious aroma of the coffee here, and to be denied even the tiniest sip of it. How I loved him for that too, & his firm control over me.
He patted my bottom again.
“I have been watching the little bell between your legs slave.”
“Yes Master thank you Master.”
“It is quite pretty, & quite distracting girl.”
“Yes Master, sorry Master.”
“Sometimes it is pleasurable to be distracted girl, & it rings out quite sweetly slave.”
“Yes Master, thank you Master.”
He brushed my hair behind my ears, looking into my eyes. I was totally lost in his gaze. He began to fondle my breasts, kneading them softly in his strong hands. Rubbing my very erect nipples back and forth, strongly. They ached so under his touch. My breasts felt so sensitive and so large & heavy in his hands. I could come and come so strongly just from this, if he chose to permit it.
“It is pleasing to see you naked at your chores girl.”
“Yes Master, thank you Master.”
“Very feminine and innately pleasurable.”
“Yes Master, thank you Master.” I whispered breathlessly, flattered, feeling myself very red and flushed.
He then abruptly yanked me over his knees. I squealed in surprise and delight. He patted my bottom again.
“Such a lovely well rounded bottom.”
“Yes Master, thank you Master.”
“So pleasurable to part those well rounded cheeks with my erection, so inviting.”
“Yes Master, thank you Master.”
“But very distracting & we must deal with that girl.”
“Yes Master.” I whispered barely able to speak, I was so excited.
Then he spanked me with his open palm. Hard and loud, holding me down struggling prettily. Holding me down easily, easily with one hand. Squealing in pain and delight as he spanked me soundly.
He permitted me to swallow, after leaving me between his knees for a short while. I looked up lovingly, my face and veil absolutely inundated and spattered with his thick lust.
How deliciously humiliating and helpless it felt to be so incredibly wet on my knees before him. How so utterly vulnerable to be so needy & hot. While he sat there enjoying the afterglow of his orgasm.
“Fetch me another coffee, then you may clean me candi.”
“Yes Master, thank you Master.”
I had struggled to rise from my knees and walk to fetch his coffee I was so helplessly aroused. He helped me, the brute by patting my bare bottom as I went.
I licked him clean lovingly then began to clean & cool him, with the scented water. As I was drying him with the soft silk hand towel the visitor arrived. I didn’t dare look round from my knees between Masters legs.
The two men exchanged greetings, over my head as if I wasn’t there. I continued to clean Master obediently.
“Greet & serve my guest candi.”
“Yes Master.”
I didn’t look up, not having been given permission to do so. But to my shame I knew that the guest could plainly see my veil and face so splattered with Masters pleasure.
I crawled over to the other chair & knelt before him. pressing my lips to the tiles besides his feet. Waiting permission to kiss them.
“You may girl.” He said after a short delay.
“Thank you Master, this girl hopes your day is going well Master, and that she may serve and give you pleasure today.”
I said kissing his feet. Careful not to allow any of my Masters use to touch him. a girl learn this skill very quickly, lest she be beaten for sullying Master. His toes through the sandals were slightly hot and dusty. I was envious of his freedom to go outside in the sun and dust. But he was a man & I was merely a slavegirl.
“Master may candi fetch you a drink & wash your feet, & polish your sandals, while you are refreshed?”
“Not just now girl, but coffee, no wait, black wine with brandy.”
“Yes Master, thank you Master.”
I knelt before him & kissed the rim of his glass before holding up the chilled coffee.
“Your black wine Master, this girl hopes her service & it pleases you Master.”
“Offer yourself to my guest candi.”
I felt my body abruptly flush with stinging, smarting hot humiliation, I looked round startled, embarrassed, utterly mortified
“Master?” I nearly blurted, when I saw his hand go to the whip hanging from the side of his chair.
“Yes Master, thank you Master.” I whispered meekly terrified.
“Master candi brings you your wine, she hopes you may enjoy her soft lips as you drink Master.”
“Do you beg to please me, little blow job blonde?”
I didn’t look round but I didn’t need to. Behind me in my minds eye I could see the fearsome black pleasure whip.
“Yes Master, candi begs you to part her lips, with your firmness and to taste & swallow your come, please Master.”
“What sweet little cock slaves these pretty Earth bimbos make.” The visitor remarked to my Master.
“Are you a good little cock slave candi?” He asked me.
The translation isn’t quite exact, rather the phrase cock slave is more like ‘girl who strives to excel at fellatio’ Like blow job blonde which means ‘slave that is delightful to see your blonde hair flayed around my lap as you pleasure me’. & when referring to earth girls in general ‘girl who is exceptionally submissive during fellatio’. Naturally all slave girls a very fervent kissing Master intimately, there just seems to be something about Earth girls & the desires they have hidden and stifled, that is released by this act, and incidentally also by anal sex. Incidentally many Gorean born tavern girls have their hair dyed in unusual colours like pink, blues or red, this seems to make them feel as self conscious and shamed, but intensely thrilled like imbonded Earth girls & generally improves the fellatio experience.
Gorean men despite their sexual openness are rarely coarse or vulgar, rather they are quite gentlemanly but frank in their desires. There is no need to cheapen or demean a slave, she is already submissive and for his sexual pleasure.
“Yes Master candi tries to be a good cock slave Master.”
“Good girl.”
“Yes Master Thank you Master.”
He took the black wine and parted his knees.
He was already hard. He was the only other man I had kissed like this, so far. He was slightly longer than Master, & slightly thinner, with more prominent veins. They throbbed as I kissed them. While I knelt between his legs sucking him, both men continued chatting & drinking. Until I tasted the hot spurt of his precum & felt his hand tighten in my hair and he pulled himself deeply inside me. Both men were quiet then till he exploded in my mouth.
“Superb.” I heard him exclaim as he pulled free of my lips and covered my face in his cum.
I felt so ashamed & vulnerable then. But so happy to have pleased him so much.
After I had licked him clean I dared to whisper, through my sticky veil. “Master did candi please you?.”
He didn’t reply. Instead Master tossed the whip to the tiles behind me.
“Fetch the whip slave.”
“Yes Master.” I whimpered frightened.
I brought it to him on all fours holding the whip in my mouth.
He took it from me & braceleted my wrists behind me, then tossed the whip to the floor again.
“Fetch the whip.”
“Yes Master.” I was terrified now, bringing the whip to him again.
“Now crawl down to the kennels and wait for me there, slut.”
“Yes Master.” I mumbled fearfully through the whip held in my lips. Struggling awkwardly to crawl away like this.
He left me to wait fearfully down in the kennels for the rest of the morning, only coming down after his lunch. He didn’t say anything to me, just took the whip from my mouth and went behind me.
“Master?” I sobbed.
The first lash struck my legs like fire. Then a second expertly timed lash.
“What are you ?” He demanded angrily
“A slavegirl Master” I sobbed in pain
“Who owns you slave?” He said lashing me again.
“You Master, you Master.” I was struck again.
“& who owns the wet pleasure between your legs.”
“You Master.” I sobbed as another stroke bit into my flesh
“& the hot pleasure of your soft glossy lips?.”
“You do Master.” My voice was pleading.
“& who chooses whom you serve girl?.” Another stinging lash.
“You Master, you do Master.” The whip cracked on my buttocks.
I would have done or said absolutely anything to avoid another blow. Had anyone receive the whip rather than me. I was so frantically frightened and in agony. Anything not to be beaten. I felt so utterly pathetic and vulnerable. He was implacable. I was to be punished, for my disobedience, like the inferior to him I truly was.
“See that this reminds you of that slut.” He then started my whipping proper.
After 20 lashes he stopped and parted my legs, giving me two more between my legs, across the crack of my bottom and my labia. As I squealed in agony. Then he gave me one more lash across my throbbing smarting bottom, that seemed to cut through the puffy inflamed pain like a blade. One more to remind me that I was a slave and that I had been punished.
He pressed the whip to my sobbing lips.
“Thank you Master I sobbed.”
“Thank you Master for correcting this girls disobedience.”
“Thank you Master, candi loves you Master, she will be obedient and pleasing, please don’t whip candi any more Master, please Master.”
He said nothing. I was locked in one of the cages still sobbing and the curtain closed on me. Leaving me to sob in the pitch blackness. Sob in humiliation and pain.
That evening I was not to be released from the cage. Not fed nor permitted to toilet.
After the steward had left one of the girls whispered to me.
“Candi has been whipped?.” It was leasha the other blonde Earth girl.
“Yes.” I whimpered still crying.
“Candi will be a good girl in the future wont you?.”
“Yes candi will be a good girl in the future.”
“The whip is a good teacher?.”
“Yes it is.” I sobbed.
“Shush now & learn your lesson well, disgraced slave.” I heard lana say.
“Yes Mistress.”
There was an air of satisfaction and envy about the reproaching tone of the conversation. The other girls seemed pleased that I had been punished & not they. We were all rivals in our desire to serve & please Master. Our, my world revolved round him and my desire to love and please him. & tonight I felt very small and inferior to even the other girls. I had been found displeasing. And I had deserved my punishment. I thought to myself as I cried myself quietly to sleep.
Very erotic!
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