“Your cool wine Master, this girl hopes you find it refreshing & pleasing, the service of this slave pleasing.”
He took the cup from my fingers. Brushing His strong hands across my painted nails. Exciting me with His touch. As He lifted it from my hands I lowered my arms gracefully to my thighs. My breasts falling prettily. The chain between my nipples slackening, causing the tiny bell, on the delicate silver heart shaped links, to ring out. As it swung and settled on the chain. My eyes followed it. I bit my lip. I knew He was watching it too. I heard Him take a gulp of the wine as He reached down & flicked it idly. His finger under my chin he lifted my deep blue eyes upwards into, his lovely firm brown eyes. My pupils dilating, framed by my fluttering startled lashes. He was smiling.
“What a pretty slave you are emily.”
I blushed hotly, so pleased, by His words.
“Thank You Master.” I whispered quite breathlessly.
I felt my thighs warming liquidly at his words.
“& how prettily you smell too, at my feet, now girl”
I was blushing furiously now my thighs sticky & moist, I heard myself squelch as I squirmed prettily, inadvertently. I reached up and brushed a strand of hair from my face, smoothing it, behind my ear. I felt like my face was bathed in sunlight, as he looked down at me. My hands strayed down again to where He was holding my chin. He nodded briefly giving me permission to hold His arm. I clutched weakly at His forearm with trembling fingertips.
“Thank you Master”
He nodded again.
Reaching down He cupped my left breasts, fondling & rubbing the nipple between His fingers. Feeling it grow tight & hard between his strong fingers. Squeezing it softly. I was still clutching His forearm, quite weakly, totally distracted by my own wetness. He was smiling, watching my right nipple grow hard too.
I whimpered.
He smiled & took another sip of his wine.
“It is quite difficult to appreciate that you were once not owned girl.”
“Yes Master.”
“That a girl as pretty as you, was not immediately taken & placed into bondage for male pleasure.”
“Yes Master, thank you Master.” I was immensely thrilled & flattered by his words.
“Still now you have been taught, your femininity, your place, with a little correction.”
Nor did I want too. Despite the pain & humiliation of the whip, I had been profoundly thrilled, by His domination. By His masculine power. Utterly aroused & wetly excited by Him. I had so wanted to please Him. To placate Him. To be feminine & His. I was a woman at His feet, wanting only to obediently please Him. & to never feel the whip again. But to love Him for His uncompromising strength. I had only felt the whip twice since. Each time the pain had been even more unbearable, but each time I had loved him for it. For correcting, not tolerating my errant behaviour. Teaching me that I was to be pleasing & obedient. Lovely & submissive, obedient to His will. He desired me enough to punish me, if I failed to satisfy His desires.
Often in the night, if I am locked in the curtained cage, with some of the other girls. I will wake finding someone clutching me tightly. Or wake finding myself clutching another girl in my sleep. Wake to find ourselves sticky & in tears of need. The smell of sex, sex & fear, vulnerability. That same hot vulnerable, fearful arousal, fresh from the whip. So thick & waxy in the air. You can feel the smell, all over you, taste it on your lips. Not knowing whether the smell is you or another slave or all of us. Which it usually is. Sticky & overpowering in the blackness of the cage. So needing to be with a Master. Crying with helpless yearning we will hold each other, touching each other, between our legs. We are not permitted to orgasm without permission, but we hold each other nonetheless. So wanting at that moment to be with a man, to feel him there. So wishing that I were a man so I could take her. Or oh, so wanting that she were a man to take me. Weeping wondering how it must feel to be a man here. To have such beautiful slaves so desperate to please you, to love you, kneeling at your feet. How wonderful & fortunate it must be. But how marvellous it is to be a women for these men.
In the morning the Masters often pass comment on the thick, hot, wet smell, from inside the curtained cage. At how it shows that we crave & deserve our bondage. Not sparing our blushes, quite amused at our feminine discomfort. How can we bear the moistly sticky, smelly heat. So thick we can taste it, so heavy in the air of the cramped leather curtained cage, we feel coated in the viscous feminine aroma. & how we deserve it, moaning softly, tearful with the need to serve our Masters, in the pitch blackness of the cage.
A tavern often keeps a double ratio of girls to customers. Some keep more so, 3 or 4 girls to each customer. Giving the Masters plenty of choice.
After all we are readily available at the slave markets. My own cage was crammed full of girls all imports. & there were 2 other cages of native girls, sold that auction day. & we are cheap to feed, a bowl of unflavoured couscous type meal, shared between 4 girls. Sometimes we are permitted a few vegetable scraps in the dish, often just plain. We are never permitted to eat much, the men here keep us shapely but lithe, an overly rounded bottom is one that invites the whip, as the saying goes. Sometimes a Master will feed me a tiny piece of vegetable or bread, never meat, from His fingers. But generally our mouths are for their pleasure not our own.
So we are often left to simmer overnight in the cage. The taverns are like clubs, so regulars often have their favourite slaves. Plus most of the men here like to have a blonde girl for fellatio, if not for the night. For similar reasons that they prefer to see blondes, rather than brunettes, at menial chores, like scrubbing floors on all fours. Especially imported girls like me. They find it a pleasurable appropriate sight.
“Yes Master, thank You for opening my femininity for Your pleasure.”
“A girl like yourself is too pretty to be free.”
I melted at his feet “Oh Master.” I whimpered blushing quite hotly.
He kept my eyes in His, fondling my nipple. I was nude at his feet, only permitted a few cosmetics and the belled chain, between my nipples. Some girls here have individual nipple bells others like me the delicate chain. I love it, especially when it is taut between my erect nipples.
In some of the other taverns girls are permitted a few scraps of silk to wear, never very much. Occasionally I catch sight of them outside, running errands. Only very few slaves are permitted outside of their places of captivity, never imported girls like me. Usually to carry heavy baskets of shopping from the markets, on their heads, 4 or 5 girls heavily laden escorted by a Master. Very occasionally you see a full body veiled free women, going about her business, escorted by a male. The veils are very pretty, bright shiny metallic fabrics, gold and silver are very popular, but pinks & yellows, reds too. Very close fitting and completely closed, the eyes covered too but inside there the fabric is thinner, so she can at least partly see where she is going in the one piece shroud. The closeness of the garment also serves to limit her stride. Often in her house, or the house owned by the male members of her family, the men will receive guests, she if permitted to remain with them will be in full veil kneeling on cushions quietly to one side of the men. Her pretty curves amply displayed to the male guests. Marketing her eligibility to potential suitors. The men here can have as many wives, concubines, & slavegirls, as they please. Her feelings on the matter are unimportant. A free woman has no more rights than that of a slavegirl. The only difference is her flesh has not been marked with a white hot branding iron.
Often these women are being teased by their chaperones, taking a wrong turning so they pass through the tavern areas. I think occasionally some such women might find themselves ravished down a side street by the chaperone. Or even stripped & sold into slavery. It is a convenient way to dispose of unwanted unmarried female relatives. Or even for a jealous free woman to rid herself of a rival. Though often when this deceit is discovered the rival often finds herself sold into slavery too. Though the custom is for such girls to be taken to the next city to be auctioned. No one much cares after she has been branded a slave. I know of three such girls in this tavern. One sold by her suitor so he could marry her sister. The other two rivals, the deceiver & the tricked. They are often called upon to serve together, as they are quite similar in beauty, plus the piquancy of having them serve together is amusing. Though generally you don’t see too many free women down here, females are mostly confined to their domesticity or its gardens. I often blush seeing their furtive glances at my nudity.
“You were not in the cage last night emily”
“No Master”
“Otherwise I might have been tempted to open the cage & take you to an alcove for the night girl.”
“Oh Master” I was so wet with desire for him now.
“Can you feel me inside you slave.”
“Oh yes Master emily can feel you”
I whimpered squeezing inside, feeling Him there, so hard & insistent, grinding my muscles on Him.
“& between your buttocks deep inside you girl, I know how you girls find that so shameful & thrilling, so dominated.”
“Ooohhh Yes Master, emily can feel you.” I was squeezing and gasping with excitement, almost choking on my arousal.
“Does that please you slave.”
“Yes Master it does, very much so.”
He looked deeply into my eyes “Yet you are for my pleasure girl.”
“Yes Master, emily is for your pleasure.”
“So I might have left you in the cage, but enjoyed your lips through the bars.”
“Yes Master.”
“Then closed the curtain & left you in the darkness of the cage to think about me all night.”
“Oooohh Master.”
“I can see that pleases you too slave.”
“Yes Master.”
“Or does it thrill you.”
“It thrills emily Master, to want to please you so much.”
“Good girl emily.”
“Thank you Master.”
“You may come a little closer emily.”
“Yes Master thank you Master.”
I was already very close but I crept a little more so between his opened knees. He lifted the hem of His tunic then cupped the nape of my neck in His hand. He was already very hard.
“Master is already very strong”
“I did say you were a pretty slave emily”
“Thank you Master, emily loves you Master.” I whimpered prettily.
“Show me how much you love me with your glossy lips, rather than words slave.”
“Yes Master.”
I began to kiss and suck on His glans, softly and sweetly. Just taking Him into the softness of my pouty heart shaped lips. He was very big. The men here are very long and stout, very straight too. I am often tender and slightly bruised in the mornings, especially if I have been taken to the alcoves by several men, sometimes together, or dancing. Dancing girls are often pulled from the dance & sat, impaled on a Masters lap, riding Him while He continues to watch the other girls dance. Or to perform fellatio, before being sent back to the dance, returning sticky and soiled with lust. My first few times anally I was very sore. The men enjoyed that, especially my slight embarrassment. Even now it is still very tight, slightly painful. We girls all exercise to keep ourselves very tight for our owners too. Needless to say we keep ourselves meticulously clean down there. Douching with very hot water, then placing a small dissolving gel capsule inside to keep it smelling sweetly. That stings a little too, but I love to be perfect for my Masters.
Despite the fact that He had showered this morning I still fancied that I could taste the girl he was with last night. This was of course just my imagination. She would have licked him meticulously clean, before bathing him with soft scented water. I was ever so slightly jealous, wondering who it might have been. I kissed Him so softly & lovingly, wanting Him to enjoy only my lips at this moment. Rising up slightly I took His thick shaft between my breasts rolling Him upwards into my lips, gradually sucking Him in and out. But deeper each time. Kissing and licking Him alternately, sighing and whimpering.
“emily loves you Master” between kisses.
With His hand he slowly pulled me down onto him. Easing his full 12 inches inside my mouth, forcing me down around Him. I resisted the urge to gag sucking around Him tightly, lovingly. My face at His belly. I wanted to kiss & love Him all over. Connected so intimately to Him. I could feel the connection going from deep inside Him to deep inside me. Submitting to Him totally. Totally forgetting the chatter of His table companions, the tavern and the other girls at their chores. Completely lost in my love for him. His hand closed in my hair holding me as I sucked him lovingly. So passive and submissive for His pleasure. To be loved & desired like this so lovely so feminine and beautiful for Him. Timelessly loving him for what seemed like an eternity. From my mouth I was melting to Him, melting around Him, into His pleasure. At that moment I was totally for Him, wanted only to be for Him, wanted only to please Him. & wanted that moment to last forever.
His hand closed tighter, slightly painful His fist in my hair, holding me there as I felt Him tense. Then suddenly burst inside me, flooding my mouth with His thick cum, down my throat. Filling my mouth as He came & came. He pulled out of my chokingly full mouth, still spurting thickly all over my lips, down my breasts even onto my belly & thighs. I looked down at the thick spurt of my thighs & whimpered, wanting to feel Him inside me so much. Before He pushed back into my lips still coming, still filling me.
He was so thick & strong, like paste or thick yogurt. Feeling & tasting so thick & fibrous. So manly, I could taste & smell His vitality, His mastery, feel Him so free & strong. Often in the night in the cage I would lie there, allowing a mans use to seep around my thighs, rubbing it between my upper thighs, rubbing it around my bottom, my still throbbing clitoris. Dipping my finger into it, mixing it with my own hot juices, and tasting it. Squirming hotly in the darkness. Sometimes sharing it with the other girls, sharing theirs. Moaning and holding each other tightly. Achingly wanting to feel a master inside you. But also sapphically, wanting to fuck her or be fucked by her, or be her and fucked by a master, lost in hot helpless need.
He Lifted my eyes to His, amused watching me struggle with my mouth so creamy & so full of Him.
“You may swallow emily, slowly”
I slowly started to swallow, still looking up at His eyes.
“Let the taste remain in your mouth, on your lips”
“Yes Master” I whispered, through my sticky lips.
“Thank you Master.”
“Good girl emily.” He said softly patting my hair.
I looked up brightly, so pleased at his words. On occasion He had wiped my lips gently with a bunch of my hair. I loved it when He did that. Today I loved that He wanted to see His pleasure on my lips.
He lifted His cup to His lips, draining his wine, then handed me the cup.
“You may fetch me a fresh wine & the soft towels emily.”
“Yes Master thank you Master.”
I rose slowly, sensuously between His open knees. Taking the cup, His cup, the cup His lips had touched, lovingly in both hands, clutching it to my breasts. Keeping my eyes in His, as I slowly turned. He patted my bottom.
“Ooohh Master.” I whimpered, barely able to stand, I hurried though to the kitchens.
He took the fresh cup from my fingers, from my outstretched arms as I knelt at His feet. Then hurried off to fetch a warm bowl of scented water & the soft silk towels.
He was still quite hard as I slowly cleaned him with a moistened towel, kissing and licking Him lovingly. He sat there relaxing drinking his wine, resting His other hand in my soft hair. I felt so completely feminine like this He was the Master & I loved Him. When He was clean I towelled him dry. He was becoming softer now as I brought Him a clean freshly ironed tunic. He discarded the old garment onto the floor I took it away with the cleaning bowl. Then returned to kneel at His feet.
“May emily fetch you anything else Master, please you further Master?.”
He lifted my eyes to His.
“How pretty you are with my pleasure on your lips girl.”
I blushed, flustered. He smiled.
“Can you still feel me inside you girl?”
“Yes Master emily can Master.”
“Pushing deep & thick inside you, opening you, penetrating you”
“Yes Master so full of You Master, so owned by You Master.”
I could feel Him inside me. His head pressing deeply into me, pushing & probing insistently. Remorseless & impatient to rape & enjoy me. I squeezed and ground on Him inside me, looking into His eyes, my own wet with needful welling tears.
“& in you so sweetly from behind too, where you find it so thrilling and shameful girl.”
I nearly orgasmed at those words, almost swooning with the strong wave of arousal sweeping over me. Feeling him there, so full, smarting & throbbing in tight discomfort, taken there.
“Yes Master.” I whispered.
He lifted my chin with His fingers, holding it to stop me looking down in hot blushing shame.
“Good girl emily”
“Thank You Master, emily want only to be Your good girl, to please You Master.”
“How well it looks on you, reminding you that you for my pleasure, the wet little sounds from your thighs reminding you of your needs. Reminding you that you are to please, & that I am to be pleased.”
“Yes Master” I whimpered
His cum feeling so thick on my face & lips now. Right under my nose, in my hair, on my bare breasts, smelling so strongly of Him.
“While you are working at your chores girl, I want you to feel me inside you. I want to see you thighs clinging to me. I want to see your need & love for me. I want to see you working lovingly & emotionally feminine & biologically submissive. Your every menial chores performed with the same female devotion as your most intimate service.”
“I want to enjoy the sight of you working, so sweetly & for the other patrons of the tavern to enjoy watching you. & for you to be self-conscious & timidly aware of this male scrutiny.& to see you make every effort to enhance our pleasure”
“Yes Master”
“I also want you remember, that you are female & subject to male discipline, & punishment. I want you to remember the sting of the whip on your bottom, smarting & swelling on the backs of your inner thighs, on the sweet soft flesh there. & kissing the whip, kneeling before me, in pain & fear, but also so completely dominated & utterly thrilled.”
“Yes Master.” I whispered
“I remember, the soaked smell from your thighs, the shamed, humiliated but profound excitement in your eyes emily.”
“Yes Master.” I could barely speak, I was so aroused now.
“That’s why it pleases me to discipline you & punish you when I wish to girl. It delights me as much as it thrills & completes you to your inner core.”
“Yes Master, please keep emily under Your perfect discipline Master.”
“Oh you will be slave, your loveliness guarantees the strictness of your discipline, your service must be as delicious as your soft curves promise.
I lifted up my trembling fingers to his arm, as He held me under my chin. With a cursory nod He permitted me to hold Him.
I looked up into His eyes, so strict & demanding. My lips opened & mouthed the words but I panted rather than speaking. He smiled.
After what seemed like an hour I managed to whisper breathlessly “Thank you Master.”
“Good girl”
He lifted me up, so I was stood between his parted knees. I kept my eyes lowered below His belt line respectfully.
“You may go to your chores now emily”
“Yes Master, thank you Master”
I turned slowly between His knees, dismissed.
He reached out and slapped my bare bottom. My knees nearly failed me, as the warmth of His sound spank, suffused through my flank. I was so nearly orgasmic. I could feel the white heat spreading inside me. Naturally I am not permitted to cum unless it is for Him, with Him inside me, or at His command.
“Ooooh Master emily loves you Master.” I gasped, blushing furiously.
“Good.” He said dismissively turning away from me & back to His companions at the table beside Him.
The men were already laughing at some joke or other. I hurried away meekly feeling forgotten & humiliated.
The hard tiles of the tavern were to be scrubbed & polished. Two other girls, both blonde and both imports like me were already on all fours scrubbing hard. I knelt down with them. The first girl turned & kissed me softly.
“Oh emily are you melting, we were melting with you, you are such a lucky girl.”
“Yes adele, emily is melting, so much.”
The other girl lily, kissed me briefly.
“We love you emily.”
“emily loves you both too sweet slavegirls”
The Masters here often give us imported girls names from home. It pleases them that girls who were once free & so liberated become so submissive and content in our docility here. I had been named adele, when I first arrived in the tavern, not my original name naturally, but the Masters thought emily, fervently striving to be pleasing, suited my nature more. I loved it, I felt so pretty & happy. There are plenty of native blonde & brunette, raven & red headed girls here. But only the imported girls like me have golden, saxon, blonde hair. Fellatio blonde they call it.
We all quickly cuddled & then picked up the small scrubbing brushes. Only large enough to fit into our soft hands & tiny enough so we could give meticulous attention to detail. We held the brushes in both hands, on our knees, bottoms in the air, swinging from side to side, in unison as we scrubbed. The tiles were often filthy sticky with spilt food, wine & beer, trodden in, from breakfast. With the small soft brushes it took some considerable effort to scrub each tile and grouting, as new again. The tavern floor was a vast expanse of these tiles, to be scrubbed and polished for the afternoon, then again for the evening. Other girls were busy cleaning the alcoves. Or preparing food, in the laundry, all working hard. Or running after & serving the Masters.
My favourite chore was in the morning polishing the Masters cups. Nearly all the girls do it together & sometimes the Men let us chat. The native girls have such lovely musical voices. Over time I have striven to emulate my accent & pronunciation to become more like theirs. The inflection of my voice, softer and prettier. The native girls say my voice has become quite lovely. I am always so pleased when they say this, that I blush and become quite coy. They always laugh so happily at my reaction, teasing me friendlily. I love being able to be so open with them.
The morning was becoming increasingly hotter and warmer. And my head was still full of thoughts and desires for my Master. I could still feel Him inside me, His pleasure was still wet & sticky on my face. From my position over the brush scrubbing, all I could see was the next tile in front of me and the other two girls working beside me. I didn’t know whether He or another Master might be watching or not. This made me feel even more self conscious & vulnerable, very diligent.
After about 2 hours suddenly His sandaled feet were in front of me.
I gasped “Master?”
“Are you girls enjoying your chores today?.”
“Yes Master, thank you Master” We chorused in unison.
“So pleasant to see pretty blondes, working hard at their menial chores.”
“Thank you Master.”
“Girls who are as obedient & beautiful at their chores as they are at fellatio”
“Yes Master, thank you Master”
“& you emily, are you loving your chores?”
“Ooh Master, yes thank You Master!”
“good girl emily, good girls”
“Master, may emily ask you a question?”
He paused waiting, making me quite anxious.
“Yes girl you may.”
“Master, does it feel good to be you, to be a man here. To have ‘pretty blondes’ kneeling at Your feet, aching to please You.?”
He crouched down beside me. For a second I was quite terrified. The Men here do not often tolerate female curiosity. Then I felt His finger go between my thighs, probing into my wetness, onto my hard clitoris. Rubbing and squeezing it firmly.
I sobbed helplessly as He stroked me.
“Yes girl it does feel good to be the Master here, to have my pleasures satisfied. So much better to be the man here. Than one such as you lovely and obedient, subject to my discipline.”
He continued to stroke me firmly.
“Would you like to cum for me girl, here on the tiles?.”
“Oh yes Master, please Master.”
He withdrew His finger pressing it to my lips. I took it into my lips, sucking it deeply in. sucking it strongly and sweetly as he slowly pulled it out. I pursed my lips softly & kissed his fingertip. I knew He enjoyed that, as much as I wanted to be under His intimate command.
He wiped his finger dry in my hair.
“Does that answer your question emily?”
I whimpered, lost in welling tears.
“Yes Master, thank You, so much Master.”
“Good girl”
He slapped my bottom again. I was crying, humiliated and my rear smarting at His sound slap
“Now get on with your chores.”
“Yes Master, thank You Master”
He stood up and walked away. The other two girls huddled close for a brief moment. They were jealous, I was jealous of myself. I was so hot for Him. We looked out over the expanse of tiles.
It was nearly lunch time & the men were starting to come in, from the markets, walking all over the clean floor, discarding food & spilling drinks. Other slaves scurried about unobtrusively cleaning up here and there while we could. Often the Masters would call one of us over to serve Him, kneeling between His legs while He enjoyed a beer. Today though we were left to scrub the floors. A couple of the men had guitars & lutes, one a drum & they were playing & drinking. I saw a couple of the dark haired girls disappear under the tables. Then a girl a native blonde being taken into one of the alcoves, by three men, a few of the other girls were taken to the alcoves too. But it was an uneventful lunchtime. The men were generally interested in food & drink, possibly fellatio, but generally just drinking. The evenings were always much more lively.
Gradually the lunch time hubbub began to fade away. I could tell lily was very hot today & weepy because she hadn’t been chosen this afternoon.. She had spent the last night in the cage too I held her softly for a few seconds in between scrubbing. She shook & wept in my arms. We felt so fortunate and happy to be here & so utterly helpless too. She kissed me softly, fully on my lips, then went back to her chores. The tiles were dirty and greasy again. Some of the other girls were busy clearing and cleaning the tables. A few others were kneeling together cleaning & polishing the cups. I wanted to go over & join them but we were not permitted to do so today, rarely so in the afternoon.
The afternoon was getting really hot & sticky. A few of the remaining Masters were sitting drinking on the shaded patio outside. Occasionally the sea breeze from outside wafted in to us, but not often enough. I guessed some of the men might go swimming soon on the small beach by the harbour. How I longed for the pre evening wash, where we could clean ourselves & be given some water to drink.
Outside I glimpsed two free women passing by, one in lovely pale pink, body veil the other in a golden wrap. They looked quite young & lovely, shapely, in the garments. The one in the pink, saw my glance & stopped, the other one then looked over too, whispering. Then I saw the chaperone coming up behind them. In His hand He was holding a very short riding crop shaped goad. There was a loud crack then a second crack as He lashed both women on the backs of their thighs. Impatient contemptuous terse words of admonishment. Accompanied by a frightened muffled squeal of pain & another fearful sob, from within the body veils as the two women struggled to hurry along in the tight restrictive sheaths. The men on the patio laughed, as did the chaperone. No doubt they would be punished further back at their family house, for their immodest curiosity their indiscretion. I looked down & back to my chores quickly.
The men on the patio called for more beer. They continued sitting out there for most of the hot early afternoon. The they set of for a swim before their afternoon siesta. We scrubbed & polished lovingly obediently, listening to the sounds of the other girls elsewhere at their own chores. I must confess I am very happy in these early afternoons, working away thinking about the evenings.
I was lost in my thoughts of Master, polishing away, alongside the other girls. When He was stood over me.
“emily go to the alcoves, now!” His voice was quite firm I trembled.
I crawled away quickly on all fours to the leather curtained alcoves. Then waited frightened still on all fours. He came a short time later. Leading me inside one of the alcoves & taking my wrists behind me and binding them with leather cord, then my ankles, kneeling face down. He lay my cheek on the leather pleasure mat. While I watched He went to the pleasure whip hanging on the wall & slowly & deliberately straightened it. Then closed the curtain behind me, plunging me into darkness.
I waited frightened. Was I to be punished? Had I failed to perform my chores lovingly, pleasingly enough. Was I to be punished, like the two girls for looking at each other? Was I to be punished for my question earlier. Was I to be punished simply because it pleased Him to do so. I was hot and sticky with fear, with vulnerable excitement. Burning & choking with fright. I could smell and feel my apprehension clinging to the air around me. I strained to listen for His returning footsteps, but I could hear were the other girls at their chores. I struggled weakly at the binding cord, knowing that I would never be able to free myself, would never dare to free myself from His binding. So frightened alone & yet so wet with shameful arousal too.
Then the curtain was open & closed again. He was inside me in fluid motion. The wet squelch from my wetness loud, nearly as loud as my sob.
“Ohh Master, Master.”
His thrusts were insistent, not rough but not too gentle either. Demanding, pressing deeply further and further inside me as I ground my inner thighs backwards to Him and around Him, so hungry for His pleasure. He was groaning in pleasure with each thrust, His hands in my hair pressing my face to the mat as He pummelled me. His hard swollen glans pounding on my cervix. Then more gently as he allowed my muscles to suck him in & out slowly with his thrusts, pushing my whole body my face into the mat. His moans & groans of delight matching my hot sobs & whimpers, as He pushed deeply in & I slowly ground backwards onto Him, sucking Him back & forth, our bodies in sync. Then He quickened again, becoming even more insistent than before. I felt my whole body become hot and wet, melting around Him. Felt my whole being become almost liquid & translucent. My whole being throbbing, around Him, melting into Him. Connected totally to Him.
He exploded inside me, & I imploded and melted to Him, sobbing & crying in ecstasy, total rapturous surrender to Him, My Master. He pushed my face onto the mat, kissing me, holding me there, crying with joy till His spasms subsided. But he wasn’t finished. He withdrew the spreading my buttocks in quick motion thrust firmly into my bottom.
“Ooohh Ooohh Master” I yelped & whimpered, in slight discomfort & pain. & hot red joyful shame.
“I have been watching your sweet bottom all afternoon emily & anticipating your rape.”
“Yes Master, ohh yes Master, please make emily cum for you Master, make emily Yours Master.”
His response was to thrust even more deeply, faster & faster. He was almost roaring with pleasure when he exploded again inside me as I melted so hotly, so sweetly around Him. Till I was only part of Him, part of His fierce joy. So utterly His, my very being in total loving surrender to Him. He rolled me over lying down on His back & pulled me onto His chest, still impaled. Still pumping thickly into me. Still sobbing & crying with joy, kissing Him in His arms. Under His command. He had long since finished cumming when I subsided. Sobbing as my orgasm my connection to Him faded and ebbed away. Crying in His arms, kissing him, clinging to Him As best I could.
He brushed back the damp hair, from my face & kissed me. Then unbound my wrists & ankles.
“Go and fetch me an fresh orange juice emily.”
“Yes Master, at once my wonderful Master.”
He lay there, on His back, smiling watching me stand trying to compose myself. I hurried myself not wanting to keep Him waiting, not to be away from Him for an instant longer than was necessary.
The tavern was quiet now, all the Masters sleeping away the hottest part of the afternoon. Only the slavegirls were still busy at their chores. In the kitchens several girls were working on the evening food. I found the press & some cut oranges, squeezing them into a cup for Master. One of the girls came close and cuddled me close from behind.
“You should be careful emily, keeping the tavern awake with your surrender.”
I turned to face her. It was talia, beautiful talia with her brown hair so dark it looked black in most light, and her eyes so stunningly blue.
“Ooh talia emily is so happy she could burst.”
“We think you did already emily, we all heard you” She smiled.
I blushed and lowered my eyes.
She cuddled me again.
“How sweet and lovely you barbarian girls are, so quick to blush”
I blushed even more.
She reached down and touched herself between the thighs.
“Sometimes a girl wonders what it would be like to be a Master & rape you emily.” She smiled scandalously then withdrew her finger sucking and licking it.
“Would you come loudly for talia?” she whispered looking deeply into my eyes
“Shhh now talia, emily has heard you sobbing in the alcoves too.”
She pouted her lips, into a heart shape & kissed me, I kissed her back, clinging to her for a moment, wondering how it would be to cum with her.
“Hurry back to your Master sweet emily, love you.”
“Love you too” I said almost running off happily back to Him. The other girls in kitchen blowing kisses and waving to me. I was almost delirious with happiness
He took the orange juice.
“I am going to bind you again girl because it pleases me.”
“Yes Master, emily loves You Master,”I cleaned Him, licking & kissing Him clean and swallowing the sticky juices of our love happily as He lay there contently. When I had finished He lifted, my lips almost to His, then gave me a gulp of His orange juice.
I was so surprised & touched I exclaimed “Oh thank You Master, emily loves You Mast…”
He silenced me with His kiss.
“I am going to sleep now emily, you may lay in my arms, & wake me with your perfect kiss later.”
“Yes Master emily aches to kiss you perfectly Master.”
He smiled “Shhh now little fellatio blonde, you will have a busy night tonight.”
“Yes Master.” I whispered to myself, “emily loves you Master”
He was already asleep. I lay happily in His arms, softly clutching His muscular body. Longing for the moment when I could wake him with my heart shaped lips, kissing him perfectly.
Emily loves you My strong sweet strict Master.
