Master calls you over. Often with a click of his fingers, or perhaps he will stop you while you are passing. Patting your bottom firmly. Sometimes lifting back of your slip with his hand and probing your wet thighs with his finger. We are always hot & wet for our Masters, but being stopped & examined like this we feel immeasurably wetter and hotter. Often this is done from behind, as it increases your vulnerability. Commonly we wont be permitted to look up into his eyes while he does this. His finger will be coated with your arousal while he opens your labial lips and probes your very hard erect clitoris. Then he will lift the soiled finger to your lips to suck it clean. He might put you on all fours at his feet for this. & he might if interested, but not necessarily so, lift your eyes to his as you suck his finger. The choice is his. Sometimes as he probes you he will permit you to clutch at his arm, possibly kissing his muscles, while you moan helplessly penetrated by his finger. . Then he will decide whether to detain you further or to dismiss you, to squelch wetly back to your chores. & you will squelch back to your chores, so hot and distracted you will yelp loudly as he slaps your bottom. 
If he is interested he will then usually send you to fetch him a drink with a coin in your lips, or in your cleavage, and sometimes held, or rather clutched tightly between your buttocks. Never in your hands, slavegirls are not permitted to hold & sully money. You must then make your way to the servery. The Master there in charge of the drinks will be aware of your state of excitement. He will casually have you wait anxiously before he sees fit to even notice your presence. There is a certain skill in handling tavern slaves. Making us wait anxious and increasingly fearful of keeping the seated Master waiting. Whilst naturally the drink keeper will not keep the customer waiting. Just long enough to increase our breathless excitement & vulnerability. When he finally takes the coin and gives you your Masters drink. For you to carry deferentially in both hands clutched to your heaving bosom. He will slap your bottom firmly & loudly instructing you not to dally and hurry back to the waiting Master. ‘Yes Master thank you Master.’ You whimper, to the brute, submissively, gratefully.
Then he pulls me down across his knees. He is going to spank me. I can already feel his erection under his tunic hard on my body, near my belly. He holds me down one strong hand holding both my wrists behind me, at the small of my back. Pinning me down, as he draws his other hand back. The men seemingly love to spank me and the other blondes. They find it enjoyable and quite appropriate. More so than the girls with darker hair. The other girls giggle at us, teasingly calling us spanking bimbos, but I know they are secretly & sometimes not so secretly jealous. I’ve seen the looks they give us when we are squealing under a Masters firm hands. And on more than one occasion have lain in the overnight cage with other girls squirming hotly with need, not being chosen that night. Whispered, tearful confessions. Generally he will spank me about 10 times, or till he is sated or till I am squealing and sobbing with arousal and the heated smarting of my rear. This most intimate of discipline, is so lovely and submissive. I feel so wonderfully vulnerable. So ready to loving & obedient. It also reminds us wonderfully that we are subject to his sterner disciplines and uncompromising punishments. He wont hesitate to whip us if we are not as pleasing as he thinks we should be.
If it’s the evening I will be wearing my pleasure slip, a glossy and utterly diaphanous baby doll slip. During the day if we are serving, running fetching drink and food for the men, we are clad in silk aprons. Equally glossy and transparent, completely open backed and very short. Its general purpose is to lift the breasts so they bounce prettily as we run fetching and carrying. But also because it looks so sexually submissive and menial. If we are performing our normal chores. For the blondes like me these are the more menial chores scrubbing the floors on all fours. We are kept naked, apart from the tiny silken mouth veils we always wear.
& if it the evening & am wearing the pleasure slip it feels so incredibly arousing to be spanked through the slippery silk. It stings and smarts so much. Then after the first few slaps to have it lifted exposing our bare bottoms to his hand. Sometimes we are given tiny slave panties as & when it pleases the men. These get so wet and sticky, containing & amplifying our heat. & the men like to gag us with them, if they spank us or rape us, our muffled distressed cries so pretty and helpless for their pleasures.
Tonight though my bottom is bare and he spanks me soundly, holding me down firmly as I squeal and struggle helplessly. One of the men at another table laughing at my cries. He finishes and puts me down on the floor between his knees. He lifts my tearful eyes to his. I am so hot now, I can hear myself squelching between his knees and he can too & smell my arousal. My bottom is stinging hotly as I thank him for disciplining me. He lifts his hand to my lips & I lick my sticky wetness from his fingers lovingly and obediently.
His eyes are smiling indulgently as he tells me, the pleasure was all his. ‘Yes Master, thank you Master.’ I whimper. Sometimes at this point he will take the whip hanging from beside his chair and press the fearfully well worn blade to my lips to kiss. On this occasion though he simply let his hand stray to the top of handle. He watched my eyes as they followed his hand, noting my tiny gasp of fright, the obedient fear in my eyes. At this most horrid & feared implement of bondage. Unfortunately blondes are not it seems just spanked more but are disciplined more frequently, more strictly and painfully too. But again we secretly and shamefully are excited and flattered by this too. He is strict with us because he expects perfect service from the girl he desires.
He took another draught of his beer. Then casually lifted back his tunic, His massive erection was already swollen and red. The men here are so very big, he was at least 10 inches & very thick and straight, naturally circumcised in shape, crowned with his swollen, glans and meatus. Kneeling as I was I was looking up at the head of his phallus and into his eyes. I wanted him inside me so helplessly. I could feel the front on my pink slip was already sticky.
“Master is so hard? “ I whispered.
He didn’t reply as such but reached down and with his hand in my hair at the nape lifting me slightly and pressed my lips to him. Pushing the veil inside my glossy lips with his glans. I sucked him sweetly lovingly. Fellatio through slave silk is deliciously arousing for the Master. Another reason we are kept mouth veiled. Already he was shifting in his chair.
“Yes Master thank you Master. This girl loves you Master” I whispered as I kissed around the sulcus and licked up the frenulum. Tasting & inhaling him lovingly, almost losing myself in worshiping & adoring him. Till he was totally slippery & wet from my mouth. Then I pressed the veil down with my lips and continued to suck him through it, applying a little more gentle force now. I could hear him groaning with pleasure in between gulping his beer. I was so happy I so wanted, more than anything to please him. To give him the best & most loving fellatio I had ever given, to be his best ever blow job. I rose on my knees a little bit more lifting my breasts to his shaft, soaking my slip with the slippery shaft and massaging him up into my eager obedient lips as I sucked & loved him. I could hear him moaning softly as he shifted and stirred in the chair above me. So happy to feel him so distracted by my lips, my thighs so wet and slick for him. Then suddenly he tensed & stiffened and then the hot sticky liquid burst of precum in my mouth. He lifted my lips from him & looked into my eyes. My eyes begging him to enter me to take me, to rape me, make me submit to him totally.‘Oh Master, Master.’ I whimpered helplessly as he took my wrists behind my back and locked then helplessly in the love bracelets. Pretty little steel cuffs with heart shaped links between them, they were very pretty and delicate but more than implacably strong enough to hold a slavegirls wrists.
“Nice and slowly now slave” He told me.
Matching his rhythm as he pressed back into my mouth I sucked him back then slightly out, so that his hand in the nape of my neck would press him deeply back inside me. As he pushed back strongly the massive bulge of his engorged glans, at the back of my mouth would gag and threaten to nearly choke me. But I loved him and him holding me like this. Totally losing myself in sucking and loving him utterly rapturous, pleasing him. My thighs were squelching so loudly now, anybody nearby would hear and smell me as I squirmed between his knees. I felt so connected to him, rooted inside me with his massive powerful erection as it throbbed alive in my mouth. Totally obedient & loving for my complete Master. Then feeling myself melt and my body swim around him, like a stick stirring in thick paint. In heated fervent rapturous worship. Burning and melting till I was absorbed somehow through his manhood & inside him. I was with him, was his pleasure as it throbbed and grew, more & more powerfully overwhelming and urgent, unstoppable. As I felt his climax mounting I felt I was coming too, coming as his pleasure, for his pleasure.
Then after what felt like an eternity he looked down and lifted my eyes to his.
“You may swallow emily.”
I gulped slowly, so he could enjoy watching me swallow lovingly.
“Thank you Master,”
“This girl loves you Master”
“Did emily please you Master ?.”
I whispered in between thick sticky gulps through my equally sticky lips.
He didn’t reply just watched me as he drank his beer.
He reached down and unlocked my bracelets.
“You may fetch a liqueur & clean me girl.”
If Master is feeling indulgent and kindly he will permit a girl to fetch him the post fellatio liqueur and cleaning towels. The little short drink enhances his warm post orgasm afterglow. Magnifying his enjoyment and relaxation. He will drink it while you lick him clean and often it makes him ejaculate briefly again into your face as you clean him. I loved to clean Master after fellatio. Feeling so vulnerable and helpless, so emotional, wanting to kneel before him obediently, for ever. & then wanting him to send me to the alcoves and rape me.
To my absolute & totally glorious shame I wanted him to take me to the alcove and rape me front and rear. Anally rape without mercy, even though it was always uncomfortable and often painful I would cum and surrender so utterly helplessly to him, sobbing, yielding, my face pushed down into the rape mat. Before I was captured and sold into bondage I could barely imagine fellatio as so gloriously submissive and lovingly adoring, let alone swallowing him so gratefully. Likewise him forcing me so demandingly as he pushed inside my bottom, something I would never have considered doing or enjoying with such abandon. We are such emotional creatures and enslaved by our emotions as much as we are by the bondage our strong uncompromising Masters.
He came suddenly in my face again as he swallowed the liqueur. A thick sticky violent involuntary spurt of pleasure. Not just surprised I squealed happily. But also because I knew it would please him. He patted the top of my head indulgently. I looked up at him lovingly, his loving bimbo. Still covered in his sticky lust. Then after I had licked him clean, I moistened the towels and cleaned him again, with the scented cooling oils. He was softening now as I kissed him lovingly, one more time before replacing his tunic.
Then after I had tidied away the cleaning bowl & towels he sent me for another beer. As he took the drink from my fingers I so wanted to stay at his feet. For him to bracelet me again, to take me to the alcoves. But he lifted me to my feet between his open knees and patted my bottom.
“Run along now emily.”
I looked up at him tearfully
“Yes Master, thank you Master, emily loves you Master.”
“Good girl.”
“Yes Master thank you Master.”
He slapped my bottom firmly, loudly, startling me, I squealed. He laughed, as did a man at a nearby table. I blushed hotly.
“Yes Master thank you Master.”
In tears I hurried back to the slave area. One of the tavern Masters hurrying me along with another firm slap, I jiggled my breasts prettily as I hurried to the tiny area at the back of the tavern, with the mirrors for kneeling at and the cosmetics. One of the tavern Masters, sat there drinking beer & smoking watching me. There I removed my slip & veil licked them clean. And running my hands on my body then licking my fingers clean. I suppose I should have been grateful for the opportunity to clean myself. At the end of the evening if we haven’t been taken to the alcoves for the night we are simply braceleted & ankleted and pushed into the small leather curtained cage with the other squirming slaves. Still sticky & in tears, not chosen. But I wasn’t I wanted to have him on my body, on my face, on my clothes, loving the smell, the taste the memory of him. But grateful or not I quickly & obediently tidied my make up and hair. My gaze frequently straying to the long and viciously supple slave whip hanging from the wall, as if to hasten me, which it did. I was quite breathless when I had done. Then sprayed myself liberally with the cheap but sensuous tavern perfume.
The tavern Master who had been watching me said as I was finishing.
“Hurry up slut, lots more customers tonight.”
My heart leaping into my throat, a sudden pang of choking fear. Had I dallied to long? Would I be punished?.
“Yes Master thank you Master.” I said anxiously, quite weakly.
But he didn’t punish me, or admonish me an further. He simply took my arms and pushed me back out into the busy tavern, with a slap for good measure. Furtively glancing back to where my Master had been seated before. I noted the table was now vacant. He had already finished his beer & left the tavern, or taken another girl to the alcoves. Or more likely gone to another tavern or home to his quarters & his own personal slaves. My eyes stung for a moment welling with jealous humiliated tears. Then remembering the slave whip I hurried on with my duties.
Jiggling and bouncing my breasts and bottom about trying to look pretty as I cleaned tables and carried away empty glasses & plates. Leaning over them, lifting my skirt about my bottom, And showing my cleavage to anyone who wanted to see. Whilst still being unobtrusive & effacing as I served.
Then as I leaned over another table, my breasts nearly spilling out of the thin glossy slip, eagerly polishing the table. I felt a stinging slap across the backs of my exposed thighs & an amused chuckle at my squealing yelp. “Come here little bimbo. “
“Yes Master, thank you Master.”
I whispered hotly, already feeling myself squelch wetly as I hurried to obey another tavern customer.
