 |
|||
|
|
“Master did
emily please you?”
He waited for a few moments while I continued to kiss his feet.
“Your intimate service is not in need of correction
emily.”
I trembled, a shiver of excitement at that word correction, even though that correction was nearly always painful & humiliating correction. When I was a new slave freshly bought from the auction block. The raw brand still hot & burning in my buttock. I and the 2 other new girls. I was part of a batch of girls bought. All blonde earth girls, although I was the only virgin, although not after the first night. My first rape was raffled off, & then the next & next. Hooded I pulled the tokens from the bag myself. I think twenty men that first night. Obviously I was neither & never will be permitted to know their names or see the face of the man & the men who first opened me.
Those first few days I and the other two girls were taken from our chores & left waiting braceleted & hooded in an alcove. A pleasure whip trembling clutched in each of our buttocks. We were beaten every morning. Then the master would ask us what lessons we had learned the previous day. How we intended to correct our techniques. How we would strive to be more pleasurable. How we should comport ourselves. Our fears fantasies would be drawn from us & exploited. We had to be completely frank, any hesitation or reticence was swiftly & painfully punished. We were their property now.
We weren’t gagged while we were waiting and the other two new slaves were quite cruel to me, calling me a keen slut & a willing whore. They would make me cry miserably but would be just as fearfully obedient compliant when the master arrived. I realize now that they were jealous, because I had become the tutors favourite. Gorean men are not fair with their slaves, they choose who to enjoy,
there are no turns.
Usually the other 2 girls would be beaten first then finally me. Then while my buttocks were still stinging he would usually enjoy my fellatio, while he questioned all three of us. If we weren’t directly serving him we had to face the wall. These sessions would last a couple of hours in the morning before we were sent back to our chores. Often at the end of the session one girl would be detained & raped. Masters found these sessions quite arousing too.
Before being sent sticky back to scrubbing the floor. Usually we are not permitted to come during the day, obviously unless master wishes to enjoy our yielding. & more often than not it was me who was detained. A girl fresh to her submission, or her true submission, or fresh to her true nature, is always popular with the men till they become bored with you & move on to another girl.
New girls including Gorean girls take a little time to blossom into bondage. At first a girl is obedient purely out of fear. But over time her submission becomes emotional & she feels curiously liberated by her slavery. She eventually breaks forth into her sexuality her submission usually in a quantum leap. Overcome with emotion she seeks out the masters & seeks to confesses her slavery. She will be braceleted & hooded & taken to an alcove. Her confession is sobbed in darkness. He doesn’t speak, she is not to recognise him in any way. He will enjoy her sexually & she will for the first time yield completely to a man, washing her self away into his pleasure. She might then be raped by the other men in the tavern. & then left sobbing helplessly in the alcove. Sobbing in misery and ecstasy.
Mine was very early. The morning after my first night I and the other 2 new girls had served breakfast to the men. This was a sport on the masters part. As earth girls are usually only given the most menial chores, typically scrubbing floors, unless a particular masters desires our service. The sport was that any of these men might have been my
first, or the other girls first. They had not been virgins but they had never before been subjected to multiple slave rape. We had all been weepy but desperate to be pleasing serving the cooked breakfasts and fetching coffee & hot bread to our despoilers.
Then later in the morning just after the customers had made their way about their business. I had nearly fainted , as I felt myself wash away with emotion. Terrified but unable to help myself I had crawled to where the tavern keepers were laughing & drinking. They knew immediately what was happening but had made me beg to confess. I had been hooded taken to an alcove & left locked in the stocks. I was so bewildered & lost I had sobbed & sobbed waiting until a master returned to the room. He had the other 2 new slaves with him. To my horror they knelt facing the wall hooded also but listening to my sobbing admission. My inferiority my utter desire to be pleasing, to be a perfect slave, to be truly feminine under male domination. & then my screaming sobbing orgasm as I was raped. The other tavern keepers had then raped me, while I was still confined in the stocks. Then I and the other two girls had been left. I was sobbing & moaning uncontrollable. The two girls weren’t sympathetic, they had been scandalised & were cruelly scornful. I didn’t
care, all I wanted was to kneel at another mans feet & give him pleasure.
After a short while they were taken away back to their chores. I had been dildoed front & rear, held in place by thick straps and similarly dildo gagged & left again. The next few days I would work stuffed like this. I had been renamed
‘lily’ my first name removed & renamed to ‘candi’.
But nearly every morning we were taken to training & I was chosen to please him. One morning he had decided that the other two girls were to fellate him together. I had sobbed enough to annoy him & was punishment whipped. Another morning one of the other two had been punished the night before. She was informed that she would be punishment whipped again that evening. & that all 3 of us would not be permitted to toilet for 3 days.
Girls are regularly disciplined by toilet denial. Subject to punishment, training, humiliation totally on the whim of the masters. Often the girl will only be told just before her turn on the bucket. Instructed to remove herself from the queue & kneel facing the wall. Sobbing with humiliation & discomfort. Typically she
wont be informed why leaving her uncertain & fearful, and eager to be pleasing again.
It has been found that we can be denied toileting for nearly a month without causing any physical damage. Apart from her extreme discomfort & distress. Girls about to go on the auction block are typically denied toileting for 2 weeks to better facilitate their display & sale squirming vulnerable in our discomfort. Desperately eager to be pleasing as we are fondled, probed and assessed.
Sobbing I had
told Master that I hadn’t been able to toilet for the last two evenings. Having been serving intimately at the allotted time. I was then icily told that I too would be punishment whipped that evening, but would receive double the punishment of the other girl. He had asked me why, I answered correctly because I had demurred. He also told me that he hadn’t intended to include me in the toilet punishment, being aware I was frequently being used at toilet & cleaning time, but now because of my temerity I now would be. I had sobbed & thanked him for his strictness, thanked him truly from my slave heart.
Nonetheless I had loved this period & these sessions, they were so exciting. Even the whipping, to be the recipient of male attention, no matter how punitive. I had been so new and lost to my submission then. Foolishly I had thought this would peak & fade. But now I know that with every day I feel more helpless & submissive, anxious to be loving & pleasing, vulnerable to the men my masters.
Lost to my emotions on my knees before my natural superiors & rightful owners, under his domination.
I was almost in tears, with submissive gratitude now.
“Thank you Master, emily thanks you Master, for choosing her & enjoying her Master”
“Continue kissing my feet slave” He told me.
“Yes Master, thank you Master”
I was almost choking in floods of tears now. Desperately cling to every last second with him. I often pity a mans private slaves. Waiting night after night locked in his seraglio (animal cage), to be chosen by him, if he is at home at all. How fraught they must be for their Masters touch. However it is said that tavern girls are equally hopelessly forlorn, & left utterly desolated by our constant use & dismissal. In earth girls the repression of our sexual submissiveness, the self denial that we truly are and truly want to be for mens pleasure, in particular leaves us emotionally sullied & abused, then vulnerable and
utterly miserable & alone by each rape & rejection of dismissal. However that is also part of the pleasure in keeping earth girls. As the Gorean saying goes, one hasn’t seen a beautiful women until you have seen her in tears at your feet with need.
“
emily would you like to kneel at my feet & watch the dancers?”
Me know only too well our sexual nature & the shameful obsessions of slavegirls. We are erotically thrilled & fascinated by the sensuous bodies of females like ourselves dancing & gyrating our curves in helpless sexual bondage. How I loved to watch the dancing for the men, & how I loved to dance for the men
“Oh yes please Master,
emily would love to watch the dancers with you Master”
He left me gushing and bubbling with excitement at his feet for a few seconds then curtly snapped his fingers. I was to kneel facing the wall.
Disappointed but hurriedly & in tears I obeyed. What brutes the men are sometimes. How wonderful they are.
“Then it especially pleases me to deny you, a share in the enjoyment of their allure girl.”
“Yes Master, thank you Master”
“Bracelets”
“Yes Master”
I put my wrists together behind my back. They were expertly snapped in cold steel but pretty slave manacles. As were my ankles. The only difference between ankle & wrist bracelets apart from the shape & diameter of the
shackle, is that ankle bracelets have a bell incorporated into the solo central link, instead of the small heart shaped padlock link.
“Master?”
“Yes girl?”
“Thank you for being so strict with
emily, Master”
I heard him tap the blade of the pleasure whip on the side of his chair.
“Do not worry girl, you have barely tasted
the strictness with which I intend to enjoy your obedience & intimate service, slut.”
I was frightened now.
“Yes Master, thank you Master.”
“Be silent now slut.”
Trembling facing the, & pressed to the wall, silently I whispered to myself, & my Master, a vulnerable & fearful ‘thank you Master’. My loins & belly were ablaze & melting now with sex & fear. I squirmed quietly, squidging in my own damp funk.
Behind me he stopped another girl & sent her to fetch him another cold beer. Then he turned his attention back to the dancers.
I waited.
What wonderful brutes the men are.
What a wonderful brute he was
How I loved them.
How I loved & ached to love him.
|
|
|