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“Fetch the cleaning bowls emily”
“Yes Master, thank you Master” I gushed happily crawling to the serving area.
The tavern was quite busy now, and no one paid any attention to a pleasure spattered slave on all fours crawling by their feet. There were quite a few other slaves evidently equally as well enjoyed as me crawling back & forth as well.
Some already with sticky slightly reddened inner thighs, stinking of sex.
At the bar area there was quite a hubbub of girls waiting to fetch drinks & other like me the cleaning bowls & after fellatio liqueurs. One of the tavern masters was keeping order with liberal applications of the pleasure whip. I yelped in pain as he struck me on my now inflamed intimacies. In tears I pressed myself forward, my face pushed into the hot damp buttocks of the girl in front. She was freshly raped and
filthy, my nostrils invaded by the stink her use. Humiliated & embarrassed she started squirming all the more hotly as I was forced to press closer. The sound of another sharp lash behind me & I felt another girls face press into my own soaking wet but not as yet tonight enjoyed intimacies. I flushed with shame, in the process exciting myself even more. Another push from behind & we were forced even closer, squirming in each other heat.
Then the girl in front was tersely ordered to rise.
Then me. A tray with a covered bowl of warm scented water, silk towels and a small metal cup of liqueur, was pushed into my hands.
“Thank you Master”
He was already ordering the girl behind me up. I knew to hurry quickly away. The slightest hesitation or dalliance, no matter how unintended or master perceptual is regarded as disobedience. & females are not permitted disobedience here, vindictive leather of the whip on soft bare flesh is an excellent & harsh education, for slavegirls.
Kneeling prettily before my master again I kissed his feet lovingly.
“May emily serve you your liqueur Master?”
“Yes girl.”
I lifted the small silver cup to my breasts & kissed the rim, the scent of the strong sweet liquid made my head swim momentarily. Then I lifted the vessel over my bowed head to him.
“Master your pleasure liqueur”
The drink is designed for post fellatio enjoyment to deepen & give more warmth to his orgasm before it ebbs away. Similar to the warm orgasmic feeling in women, but for his pleasure. The orgasmic potion in the liqueur was often used to enslave women, her spiked drink causing her to orgasm
uncontrollably, publicly shamed she would find herself being bound & hooded still helplessly in the throes of orgasm & whipped to the slavers yard.
He took the drink from my
fingers, I craved the slightest warmth from the touch of his fingertips on mine.
“Master
may emily clean you?”
“Yes girl”
I knelt between his knees & began to lick him clean. He was still firm. He gulped the drink down & immediately ejaculated a small but strong spurt into my face again. I squealed bimboishly. Pleased he patted me on the back of my head appreciatively. How blissfully happy I was at that moment. I continued to lick him until every trace of his pleasure had been licked clean & swallowed. Then taking one of the soft towels dabbed it in the bowl and began to clean him further. The towels were scarlet & heart shaped. The warm scented water was designed to thoroughly clean &
cool him. I loved this aspect of my service cleaning master, especially post fellatio, while I am still sticky & needful, he is pleasured & to be cleaned.
The men are marvellously kind to permit us this after fellatio ritual. They know how much more vulnerable & loving we feel after oral sex. It is such an emotional experience for us. After all we are often dismissed back to our chores or the selection cage after fellatio, still desperately wet & needy. Blow job blonde girls like me are especially popular for fellatio. During the day I often serve 2 or 3 times & in the main serving period, can often spend the whole evening & night, kneeling between various masters knees. Regularly serving 5 to 10 masters. Frequently groups of men will come in & I am often selected to serve orally each of them in turn.
While other girls fetch them beers & food. When they are finished with me I am often dismissed, while they take one of the other serving slaves to the alcoves, to be gang raped. Part of the pleasure of my use is my dismissal in tears.
Back to the cage where I and the other girls dance & squirm suggestively, trying to attract the attention of another master. The cage is curtained & although the men can see in without restriction we cannot see out at all. In the dim light all we can see is a vague reflection of ourselves in the sensuously glossy fabric. It is an pink, orange, scarlet colour, the hot colour of sex. The cage cover also serves to contain our smells within. So we squirm in the fetid odour of slave heat & rape soil, of each other. We are kept braceleted in this tavern seraglio, wrist & ankles. If we are selected again & pulled from the cage, we are perfunctorily
wiped clean of the traces & sticky seepages of the previous rape, with tiny heart shaped silk towels. Then sprayed with cheap perfume & pushed to the feet of another tavern customer. These towels are kept in a brass bucket & are not cleaned but serve another purpose later.
At the end of the evening the girls still in the cage are gagged with the now filthy sodden towels & chained together by the ankles & left in the cage. Struggling & squirming to sleep on the cramped floor. There is no need to hood us as once the tavern is in darkness we are plunged into pitch blackness, until morning. Although some girls might be returned to the cage hooded, so she will be left until she is chosen again. Or a girl might be punished or disciplined by being made to sleep hooded. It is not uncommon for slaves to be kept hooded for
days even weeks at a time at the whim of the masters.
A well run tavern keeps a good ratio of girls to customers, so that there is always plenty of selection even late in the evening. After all the expense is low, after her initial purchase, slave feed being peelings & ground pips, seeds & other vegetable waste, no meat that is kept for the dogs, is virtually free. Even her purchase price is very low, no more than half a days manual pay, even for the most noble of origin slaves. There is a plentiful supply of earth girls, peasant girls & unmarried daughters, keeping the slavers well stocked. This ratio leaves the selection cage quite full & miserable at night.
Which incidentally has the desired effect of making its occupants even more eager to please in the morning.
We are woken well before first light to begin cleaning the tavern before even the earliest the men stir. The tavern masters take it in turns to oversee this. Drinking coffee & smoking while we begin work. He will nap once we are all working. It goes without saying that none of dares to misbehave or disturb him. When the rest of the tavern is awake he will usually have a cooked breakfast with the rest of the men before going back for a proper sleep. We girls will compete prettily, for his attention before he slips into his nap, jealously hoping to be taken to the alcove with him after his breakfast. Even if it is only for fellatio before he sleeps. While he sleeps the girl lovingly cleans the alcove, arranges for his clothes to be cleaned, polishes his sandals. And waits wistfully to wake him with her lips. We are belled intimately on our clitorises, & nipples around our ankles & wrists, also belled rings on our toes. So the chores are performed timidly & in a strained anxious silence, so as not to wake him. Quite often too we are
braceleted, so only able to use our mouths for the performance of her chores. Sometimes too we must clutch a pleasure whip or worse the dreadful punishment whip between our buttocks while we work. It amuses the men drift off to sleep watching us uneasy & fearful at our drudgery, not knowing whether or not we will be beaten after waking him.
I must confess I especially love to polish a masters sandals braceleted in this manner. Though not with the whip clutched precariously in my trembling quivering behind. Especially so if I am permitted to bring the sandals to him afterwards in my lips. This will leave me in such a state of sexual excitement, that the masters, will comment rudely & disparagingly on my smell, to my absolute self chagrin. Sometimes another slave will be instructed to masturbate me or perform cunnilingus, while we kneel at their feet. Stopped at the very brink of orgasm, crying & moaning helplessly then sent back to my normal chores. I am usually left braceleted for the rest of the day for their amusement. Totally aroused & left
unsated I might then in the evening be selected to dance on one of the poles that night, dancing my need for the tavern.
I was so gratefully happy to the kindness of the men so wonderful in allowing us to clean them, so deliciously.
While I softly patted him clean, he snapped his fingers, stopping a passing slave. I blushed in shame, but continued to dutifully clean him. I still find it very embarrassing & humiliating being reminded of my public intimate service. I and most earth girls do. Part of the pleasure in owning earth girls is watching us fluster & blush as the innate essence of our submissive femininity is drawn from us & displayed. Our pretty tears of helpless humiliation, the pathetic pique. The hurt & disbelief at the whip. Or the iron nether lock (chastity belt). Being gagged, dildoed, kissing a mans feet fearfully. Gorean girls do all these things naturally & easily. But a major part of the attraction of earth girls is forcing us to be marvellously obedient. I must admit I am thrilled to my core at this uncompromising imposition
“Yes Master, how may this girl please you?” Her voice was eager, & subservient.
How weak we are.
“Fours” she was ordered
A drink coin was stuffed into her mouth. She crawled off obediently.
I had just begun to lovingly pat him dry when she returned. I heard her kneel behind me. She kissed his cup & lifted it to him.
“Master you……..”
He snapped his fingers silencing her & took the drink. Another snap of the fingers & she was wordlessly dismissed. I thought I heard a tiny pathetic sob.
How weak we are.
I flushed with pleasure, in my small petty feminine triumph,
as I subjugated continued to lovingly dry him.
How we deserve the absolute totality of our bondage.
He was almost flaccid as I finished drying
him, I kissed his now softening glans and deferentially replaced his tunic.
Offhandedly he passed
me his liqueur goblet, I put it on the small try with the towels & bowl.
“Master may
emily kiss your feet, Master?”
“You may emily”
“Master, thank you Master.”
I kissed his feet lovingly.
“May emily speak Master?”
Above me I heard him take a slow gulp of his beer
“Yes girl”
My voice was hesitant, timorous.
“Master did
emily please you?”
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