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I lay on his chest listening to his breathing & to the sounds of the other alcoves The tavern now winding down. It had been an ordinary evening. I had been taken to the alcoves 3 times before this master had selected me, one time by a group of four who wanted to gang bang me. In addition to being raped by them they had all of course wanted fellatio. & in addition to those men I had fetched wine or beer & pleasured the men orally while they drank 3 times.
As well as running back & forth serving drinks. There is something about us earth girls, our golden blonde hair that men find appealing in kneeling serving drinks, or kneeling head in his lap. Something they find appealingly menial & subservient. & I must confess to liking both the serving drinks & fellatio, feeling menial.
I could hear another girl in orgasm in another alcove & another sobbing as she kissed the whip. Her master was lenient, she was not beaten. Then the dancers being pushed into one of the alcoves. I drifted off contentedly listening to their multiple
rape.
My dreams as usual titillated & tormented my subconscious. Vivid dreams usually set on earth, in darkened streets or darkened public buildings. Me dressed in much more sexy underwear or saucy clothing, than I would ever have dared to wear. Or in varying states of undress or disarray. Being chased, the dream shifting focus just as I am trapped. Or being bound, the dream changing just as my captor cracks the whip in the air, or peels my panties away, I feel his glans pushing at my labial lips, or my mouth. Or my
skin starting to singe, just before the hot iron touches my flesh. Or bound & humiliated just as I realise I am about to be found. I would often wake, extremely excited but also frightened & vulnerable. Flooded with relief, realizing it was just a dream, before I remember where & what I am.
Tonight I was woken by the soft cries of a girls yielding. It must have been late as the tavern was very still & quiet. The air was refreshingly cool, about the only time of the day it was, for the likes of me. I listened in growing excitement, squirming softly. Then I felt master stir.
“Slave is that smell your wet little thighs?”
“Yes Master.”
“Has the noise of that slut excited you?”
“Yes Master.”
“As well as woken me?”
“Yes Master.”
“Hey you, gag that hottie will you.” He laughed his voice very loud in the darkness
I heard coarse male laughter from the other alcove & then there was a muffled
whimper she had been gagged.
“Now that I’m awake girl.” I could feel him hard pressing up underneath my breasts.
“Yes Master.” I whispered eagerly, so wanted to be raped again now.
He took a swig of wine from his cup. It would be stale & warm now. I
wanted to fetch him a fresh one, but the tavern was now closed. At least it would satisfy his thirst.
He pushed my head down to his erection.
“You may please me slave.”
“Yes Master, thank you Master.”
He was asleep again before I finished licking & sucking him clean.
I lay in the darkness listening to his breathing in the silence & listening to the silence.
Listening to my bells & my own slippery thighs wistfully.
Master had told me earlier about his own household. His private seraglio. Some masters like to keep their own harem strictly for themselves. Some share with any guests they may have. Master was one of the former. If he entertained, which he rarely did a few girls could be rented from one of the taverns or hotels, for a few coins. Or even bought straight from the slave market & sold again afterwards. Slave flesh was cheap & disposable. Some masters kept two private cages, one strictly for himself. The other for entertainment. That in addition, usually to the third strictly private harem of wives & the mothers of his children. These women are not permitted to mix. Master again was one of the former, preferring to rent. Being a little older his children were all grown up now. His boys now in the army, his daughters now married or sold into slavery. He had disposed of that purdah
now.
He kept his pleasure seraglio in extremely strict bondage. He had selected them carefully. Each was a Gorean girl of absolute privilege. Who had expected to be married, but unexpectedly, as punishment or change in circumstance had ended up in the slave cages. Each had been white silk when bought. & each
was white blonde, with her hair down to her ankles. The girls were expected to dye the tips of their hair to match the colour of the silks they were permitted. All chores were performed while braceleted, where practical. If they weren’t at their chores or serving him they were kept caged.
The cages deserve some special mention as they are similar to the punishment cages. A girl is confined inside folded up, legs folded, knees pressed tightly to her
breasts. Her hooded face pressed to the bars as are here buttocks & the palms of her feet behind her & her arms, braceleted behind her pressed to the bars. She is kept dildo gagged, & dildoed, hooded. Wrists braceleted behind her ankles shackled together. The cage locked & leather curtained, keeping her basking in her own smells & juices. Alone in her own cage all she can hear are the heavily muffled sounds of miserable captivity from the other cages.
Master is away quite frequently so the girls are often left confined in the cages. This naturally involves some toilet discomfort. Master is often away for up to two weeks at a time. Also Master like tonight likes to frequent the taverns leaving them alone in the cages. His twenty girls squirming desperately hoping that he might come home that evening & select her. I had told him that I would love to be one of his girls on the one night she is selected, despite the long lonely nights & weeks of squirming & discomfort.
Coming to him in utter delight.
His reply had been a wordless sound of disapproval at my pathetic worthlessness.
Especially at my need to open my inner feelings to him, my inability to hold back my emotional response to him.
He was right. Although I did feel sympathy for his private slaves squirming alone in their misery tonight, I did long to be one of them. How right they were to treat us as below contempt & to brand us their property.
I drifted back to sleep, loving the cool air on my back,
thinking about how lovely it would be to for him to wake now. In one of the other alcoves I could the soft crying of another girl miserable with her needs, not realising I too was crying & that she could hear mine.
Then it was morning again, I was woken by the quiet sounds of the girls starting to prepare for the men to awake. A whisper at my curtain told me it was time to wake master. I was still braceleted so could only use my tongue and lips to manipulate his now flaccid penis into my mouth. He was soon hard but still asleep in my mouth. Behind me I heard the curtain open & a slave enter with
masters coffee. Even though I had been a slave for some time now I still found it humiliating & exciting to be found like this, even by another slave. I felt my body redden & heard myself squirm wetly. A slight squidging sound behind me told me she did too. The small alcove was soon permeated by the smell of fresh female arousal. At that point I felt his hand tighten to a fist in my hair & he started to come violently in my mouth. I found myself spluttering & choking as he filled my mouth.
As his coming began to subside
the girl behind me lifted up his coffee & whispered sweetly “Good Morning Master.”
He looked down at the pretty brunette, taking the proffered coffee.
“What have we here a wet slut with my coffee, from the looks of her belled nipples.”
“Yes Master, lita is thrilled by you Master.” She gasped coquettishly.
“
emily you may swallow.”
I did so gratefully
“Yes Master thank you Master.”
“
emily go to the kitchens & tell them lita has been otherwise detained.”
“Yes Master.” My eyes were stinging with tears.
“Then you may go to your chores.”
“Yes Master, thank you Master.” I was crying now as I crawled out of the alcove, dismissed.
At the kitchens the early morning master, had one of the girls strip me of my apron and wipe me with it. I had to lick it clean of any excess staining. My sticky veil was reversed & I was sprayed with perfume & sent to my chores.
Scrubbing the tavern floor on all fours with the other blondes.
As I crawled past the alcoves I thought I heard lita coming. In any case I saw that she was selected to serve breakfast with some of the other girls. The closest I ever came to this was occasionally being permitted to polish a masters sandals, kneeling to one side of the dining tables.
While he ate.
But not today, today I hurriedly scrubbed the floors, trying not to impair my pretty obedient service,
blinded by my tears.
Unnoticed & disregarded, as is proper. By him as he left. As was normally the case I had not been permitted to even see his face. Let alone sully him by knowing his name.
as he left the tavern me already forgotten, like the morning meal he had already digested & forgotten about.
How glad he was to be the Master & not the slave.
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