surplus baggage

He woke in her mouth, nearly coming, he seized her hair & held her firmly as he erupted in her mouth, in her face. It was quite early still cool, he gave the dark haired girl a moment to swallow then dismissed her, stepping into the stone wash room. The tiled room contained a large stone tank, filled with cool clean water. He used the toilet then splashed himself with the first panful of water, a shock to wake him, then threw panful after panful of water onto himself. He went downstairs for breakfast, bacon steaks & eggs, while he ate the dark haired girl polished his sandals. A timid whisper from his feet he looked down. The doe eyed girl from the previous night knelt there a little frightened to be so forward. Timorously she begged to be permitted to help polish his leathers. He looked down on her for a couple of seconds watching her tremble prettily, then granted her wish, these desert girls are so lovely so naturally submissive. After He had finished breakfast both girls knelt before him fastened a sandal each.
Soft lips pressed lovingly as they kissed his feet.
“Thank you Master” both girls whispered in unison.
He felt a soft tear drop from the lashes of doe eyed slave.
He sent them back to their chores & paid his account with the tavern owner.
Outside he drew back the leather curtain & unlocked the gate calling the blonde girl, with a snap of his fingers. She hurried nervously, anxious to be released from the cage. The previous night had been awful, there had been two fights outside the cage. One slave had been pushed into the cage, very new to her slavery, had become quite distraught sobbing & weeping. She had been pulled from the cage again & again that night, until the early hours. The girl literally stank of her multiple rapes, covered in sticky use. To make matters worse the tavern had been especially busy that night so the cage was crammed full, 20 girls in a space designed to be cramped for 10. The transport cage had been busy too, at least 4 shipments had been whipped into that enclosure.
Marcus released her from the chastity belt & gag, the crotch bar was sticky & slick with her fearful excitement, both devices were simply tossed back into a chest, waiting to be used again. She was permitted to toilet quickly, she hadn’t relieved herself for 2 days, her urine was syrupy & stung. She was given a bowlful of stale water, to gulp down. Her wrists were bound behind her again, his instructions were brief, curt. He didn’t bind her ankles close together today but spaced them 12 inches apart, leaving a long leather lead. She was put back into the chador, he took the end of the leather leash & led her to the stables.
In actual fact she should have been grateful for the inference of his binding. Generally slaves are bound, tethered by the neck, wives are normally tethered by the ankle. Similarly when a slave is branded, it is done at the smithies, when branding a wife there is a small ceremony as he accepts her as his property. Slaves are beaten whenever & wherever, wives are usually whipped in private. Collars & chains multiple slave fetters usually have a single key, whereas those of a wife are individual keys. All these distinctions are blurred by a particular Masters whim, she has no rights as wife or slave, merely his property. Similarly he meant nothing by her tethering, just more convenient to lead her by the ankle under the chador.
His mules & horses were already prepared, watered & loaded, the mules even more laden now after his business in the town. He took her ankle lead & attached it to the rearmost mule, she would walk behind the mules, tethered like them. Mounting his horse he slapped the first mule leading them out of the town. She followed behind last, & feeling the least, on his train.