Monday 21 December 2009

sex on the beach?

The slightly cooler night air woke her, yasmin was still asleep, Master Marcus was not. She had initially cuddled up into the warmth of her sleeping sister, but then with a start realized he wasn’t there. She sat up looking about her frightened. Then she saw him sitting on the shore, smoking. She got up & walked quietly over to him. When she was a few feet from him he said without turning.
“Hello tilly ?”
The belled girl couldn’t move without him knowing, her pretty decorative chimes had given her away from the moment she stirred from her sleep. But also he had heard the warm wetness between her legs, & knew from her smell of unrequited slave heat that it was the blonde. Not the well raped & redolent yasmin. Indeed even the swish of her long golden hair gave her away, with her hesitant, demure approach.
She knelt in front of him, a little frightened to have approached without permission, breathlessly excited. How lovely & submissive earth girls are when they learn to be slaves.
“Hello Master may this girl fetch you anything ?” her voice was hesitant.
He left her to kneel in apprehensive silence for a few long seconds.
“You can fetch me a black coffee, mix wine in the brew girl.”
“Yes Master, thank you Master.” The relief in her voice was evident, she nearly gushed. How pathetic & reliant on men they were, how she deserved her collar.
She went quickly to the embers of the camp fire & stoked them into life with a long stick. Careful not to smear ashes on herself, or get the stink of wood smoke on her body or hair. Even when performing the most trivial of tasks, she must do so gracefully & prettily. She boiled a small pot of water & poured it into his cup, a heavy pot mug. She carefully mixed in ground coffee, thick red, & fragrant herbs wine then brought it too him. It smelled delicious, how pleasant it is for men here, she thought to herself. How glad she was to serve him.
Returning she knelt before him began rolling the cup on her belly. He stopped her, and permitted her to simply kiss the rim lovingly, before offering it to him.
“Master may tilly kneel with you Master ?”
“Yes girl, kneel here” he indicated a spot close beside him.
“Thank you Master ?”
She was thrilled she had meant to simply kneel before him, not as she truly desired & he had now indicated, to kneel so closely, almost touching him, in the aura of his body heat.
As she knelt he permitted her to kneel even closer. Her skin tingled & burned where her thigh pressed to his leg, she felt incredibly hot & flustered. The night sea air in contrast, was quite cool, she shivered naked before him. Clutching weakly to his well muscled arm, she kissed his arm & chest. Brushing her long hair down her back, he lifted her eyes to his. Her need was very evident, in her lovely deep blue eyes, so helpless & vulnerable.
“…Master ?” her voice was trembling.
“Yes girl.”
“Master do you find tilly pleasing ?”
“If you are not pleasing do you think I would hesitate to punish you girl ?”
“No Master, this girl thinks you wouldn’t hesitate to punish her, Master.”
He was silent.
“Please keep this girl under strict & perfect discipline Master”
“There is no doubting that girl.”
She squirmed slightly, a soft wet squidging sound, they both heard it. They both could smell her arousal.
“Perhaps you should sleep in bracelets & the iron belt (nether lock/chastity belt) girl”
She was so pretty, so intensely embarrassed. He waited.
“Master…..”
“Please Master…..”
He remained silent holding her eyes with his.
“Please Master, please permit this girl to pleasure you ?” Her eyes were moist, welling with tears.
He parted her knees with his hand. Then slipped a finger into her wetness, between her slippery lips, she panted for breath nearly fainting with excitement.
“Do you want me to take your white silk away girl.”
“Yes Master.” She panted
“Stain your thighs red, make you red silk ?.”
“Yes Master !”
“Be just another blonde slut, squirming at men's feet.”
“Yes Master, this girl begs you to open her.”
“Blow job blonde bimbo, come in your face & hair, down your breasts, gag her with her own hair, or panties if permitted & rape her ?.”
“Yes Master.” She was almost whimpering now.
“A little slut to be whipped & raped.”
“Yes Master.”
“Say it, beg for it, slave”
“Master please, please rape this girl ?.”
He was silent watching her, pressing his finger between her legs as she squirmed.
“Please Master,………please Master, please rape this girl ?” She was moaning hotly now in her excitement.
He put the shamed soiled finger to her mouth, to her embarrassment it glistened wetly in the moonlight. She licked his fingers clean, it reeked of her. Not permitted to look away, girls are rarely permitted to meet masters eyes, or even look up above a masters belt, however if she is permitted to meet his gaze she may not look down again without his consent. With her eyes held in his she licked his finger clean, simulating fellatio, while he kept her eyes in his & watched her veiled lips. Her own juices were thickly spreading & seeping through the yellow veil, causing the glossy sheen to break where it stuck to her lips. She would look lovely looking up from behind another slave, arousing each other for a masters pleasure. Veils & hair plastered to their faces coated in each others juices. Before pleasuring him of course.
“There is plenty of time to split your legs & open you for male pleasure girl”
His comment was matter of fact, like a cattle trader. She was indeed nothing more than stock, & he had been on occasion a slave trader. Actually the average slave served for between 15 & 20 years before aging causes her to be naturally disposed of. If a girl is sold too frequently she may be considered too much trouble, similarly incurring a masters displeasure, can also curtail her toleration. He had no doubt though that this little blonde, kept well whipped would serve her owners well. After her first sale she would most likely be resold, on average every 18 months or so.
He permitted her to lower her eyes, she was in tears & blushing furiously. His comments & rejection stung so.
“Yes Master” She felt utterly humiliated. In her realization that her need was unimportant to him, & thusly to her. He was the Master his wishes were important, she was merely there to serve those wishes. That control & denial made her want him a thousand times more. Knowing that this was utterly irrelevant to their relationship, made her kneel before him in wonder. How magnificent men were here.
“In your new life, you will be well and frequently raped. Indeed, your life, in effect, will be one of erotic violation, subjection to physical plunder & emotional ravishment, but above all sexual rape.”
She shuddered, at his frankness & the sensuous erotic images reeling through her mind.
“Yes Master, thank you Master.”
“Would you like to be braceleted & locked like a little slut ?.”
She saw herself locked in the steel belt, its heart shaped padlock ringing out as she squirmed, reminding her of his control. The padlocks on these devices were usually quite pretty, and designed to titillate but also to fascinate her. It would be easy to incorporate the lock into the device itself. But the small highly polished lock, swinging & clanking mostly on her front, sometimes behind, sometimes both, constantly reminding her of her locked status. The rounded bar slick & hot between her thighs, soaked with her juices. Its firmness & inflexibility contrasting with the feminine softness & malleability of its captive. The masculine textures of leather, her gag & hood & steel, her collar, her bracelets, the belt, indeed the branding iron, only permitted & applied to women to control & restrain them. Her fists clenched in impotent frustration locked behind her. Often a girl will have her bracelets chained to the iron belt, rather than the separate waist manacle, or iron girdle, a simple locking steel loop with strategic rings. Her hands chained behind or sometimes in front, dependant on padlock placement, the effect was very pretty, & somehow the arrangement made her feel even more helpless. Quite often the effect is so pretty, as to invite fellatio, before she is dismissed. Or her unlocking & rape, & quite often if she is to confined again in the belt, she is not permitted orgasm, simply locked up again & dismissed.
She hesitated for a second then replied with a candour that thrilled her.
“Yes Master very much so.”
“Well then for now it will not be necessary will it girl ?”
“No Master, thank you Master.”
How he enjoyed toying with & teasing her.
He had her fetch him another coffee & wine then sent her back to lie with yasmin. Yasmin had been awake but pretending to be asleep. Tilly snuggled into her arms. Tilly knew yasmin had been awake & listening, & she was glad. Moreover she knew that yasmin knew she was glad.
She woke again in the early hours Master Marcus was asleep between the two girls, who were holding hands across his stomach. He was erect in his sleep & had rolled towards her. She pressed her breasts softly on his erection, enjoying the texture of his hardness in her soft breasts, rolling slightly as she breathed. Her head on his belly, her veiled lips inches from his swollen glans. Smelling him, smelling yasmin on him, smelling his seed, mingling with the smells of her own wetness soaked into her skimpy veil. Lying there, wishing he would wake up & see her, feel her.
Her dreams were full of him, from this angle a slavegirls perspective. Inches from his erection, from always underneath, or below, inferior. Her being, her life defined by his dominant maleness, his phallus. Yasmin woke her from her dreams, in the early light, the two girls quietly tidied the camp watering the animals & prepared for his waking.
When yasmin went to wake Master with her lips, tilly went with her & kissed the head of Masters penis softly, her mouth & lips were so moist she fully lubricated his glans with one sweet kiss, before yasmin shooed her away. In other circumstances she could & would be punished dreadfully for such impertinence.
“Slut !” she mouthed silently.
“Slave !” tilly replied before running to prepare coffee.
As she prepared breakfast & Masters coffee she listened in tears to yasmin's squeals of delight, as he came in her mouth, then pulled her down & raped her.
His head was still throbbing so after his breakfast, he lay down in the shade of the tent. The two girls were instructed to gather all the leather harnesses & equipment, & clean & polish them thoroughly. The animals were to be groomed & watered, laundry & dinner prepared.
The two girls knelt closely together, thigh to thigh. Yasmin slipped a hand then another between her legs & coated her fingers with masters use, then she wiped her hands on the interior surface of her blonde sisters veil. Tilly was so overcome with emotion, she held her sisters sticky hands in hers & both girls wept for a few brief seconds before resuming their chores. Yasmin had not been permitted the rest of her clothes again, so both were naked except for their glossy yellow veils. The contrast was quite beautiful two naked slaves kneeling before a pile of leather polishing eagerly, listening to Masters snoring.


He woke himself, and lay watching the two girls working, now at the laundry buckets, scrubbing & cleaning. Yasmin suddenly aware, over the whispered conversation, that his snoring had stopped turned with a startled look.
“Yasmin bring coffee, tilly bring massage oils.”
“Yes Master, thank you Master.” Both girls chorused happily, springing up delighted to serve him.
He noticed tilly’s veil plastered & stuck to her face immediately. Still moist from her breath & stinking of his pleasure.
“You look well with a mans use in your face girl. I hope you like the smell.”
She blushed & replied through the saturated veil, that stank of him.
“Yes Master thank you Master, tilly loves the smell of your pleasure Master.”
She felt her thighs moisten with embarrassment & arousal at her candour.
“In the taverns of the northern towns, girls like you perform fellatio all night long, your hair face & any clothing you are permitted covered in creamed bukkake.”
“Yes Master.”
“Covered in the Masters pleasure that you haven’t swallowed girl”
“Yes Master”
She licked at the veil tasting the sticky glutinous seed. Wondering how it tasted how it felt spurting hotly, exploding violently in her mouth. She shivered with helpless excitement.
“You will look well then too girl.”
The blonde knelt suddenly on all fours and kissed his feet.
“Yes Master, Thank you Master”
He watched her amused, the smell of her arousal strong in his nostrils. He decided not to punish her for her impudence. Kissing his feet without permission.
He slipped a finger between her legs, wetting it with her rape soil. Then slowly traced a brand on her creamy buttocks.
“You will brand like butter girl, like a red hot knife burning through butter”
She was suddenly anxious, overawed by her fate.
“Yes Master, please Master will you brand tilly Master ?”
She wanted it to be him, and only him.
“The smithies iron will brand you as property just as well girl.”
She was silent in tears at his feet.
“Your flesh will sizzle and yield to the iron nonetheless.”
“Yes Master thank you Master”
He made a loud sizzling noise.
She sobbed.
He slapped the blonde soundly on the buttocks.
“Tilly get on with my massage.”
“Yes Master thank you Master”

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