thank you master

She was woken in the morning at dawn. The slaves were already awake & waiting for the cage to be unlocked. One of the men still half asleep unlocked them, and went back to his bed, leaving the slaves to be supervised by the wives. They quickly went to work, quietly cleaning & tidying the camp, cleaning & polishing to perfection all plates, cutlery & goblets. Some slaves were sent to the kitchens, others to the serving areas & laundry tents.
Karen & two other girls were yoked & sent to fetch load after load of water to the kitchen, laundry, & other tents. One of the girls with her had slipped, crying out. She had a bunch of her long dark hair stuffed into her mouth, bent over & her legs whipped for nearly waking the Masters. The girl in tears hurried back to her chores. Karen didn’t dare stop or falter.
She was surprised to find herself able to understand the girls language now, picking up each words meaning as it was spoken to her. Somehow she wasn’t surprised to find that kajira meant slavegirl.
Breakfast slowly began to make itself known by aroma, as fresh bread, meat eggs were cooked, the smell of fresh coffee roasting & brewing. Gradually the men emerged from their tents, pushing dishevelled slaves out before them, back to their chores.
Karen & a couple of other slaves were set polishing the masters leathers while the men ate. She had to polish his sandals & leather breastplate, while he enjoyed breakfast. Other slaves cleaned & tidied the masters tents. While Karen polished furiously Marcus’s mules were loaded by his hosts sons. He went for a final cooling swim in the pool after breakfast.
She had her wrists & ankles bound tightly again, & she was put in the yashmak. It had been sprayed with a thick smelling perfume, but still felt ever so sticky & soiled.
She was set on one of the mules again amongst the crates, & other merchandise. He smoked a last water pipe with his hosts before setting off into the desert again.
His only words to her this morning, curt instructions as she was bound. That word again kajira, slave, possession, worthless, fucktoy, kajira. The words danced in her head kajira, fucktoy, fucktoy, fucktoy. A kajira to be beaten for falling and nearly waking the men. Owned by men.
They kept going all day, he seemed to be in a hurry today, eager to make progress, only stopping to piss & jump of his horse to stretch his legs. He ignored her all day, lost in the solitude of the desert, not interested in her, or listening to her babbling.
That night they stopped by a very small deserted pool. He made a fire with scrub wood & bathed while she cooked skewers of meat & vegetables over the flames. It was already growing dark. She struggled with the meal never having cooked like this before, never having really cooked before. She was permitted to toilet in the sand & bathe in the pool while the meal finished cooking. The cool water was glorious, she was almost ecstatic. A snap of his fingers, interrupted her, he shouted her.
“Here kajira, serve my food.”
“Yes Master”
He had made camp earlier, instructing her to prepare food & the lamps, his bed, while he kindled the fire. She had obeyed him meekly. He had stopped her & pushed her to her knees at his feet, pushing her head down so that she was forced to look at his feet.
“When I give you instructions girl, I expect you to obey me quickly & eagerly, the correct response is ‘yes Master’ or ‘Yes Master, thank you Master!’, grateful to be given the opportunity to serve.” His voice was firm but not harsh
She knelt bewildered unsure what to do or say, for a second or so.
“Yes Master, thank you Master.” She had whispered.
“Learn well the meaning of your words girl.”
“Yes Master”
Indeed there were no other words in her new vocabulary, gorean feminine vocabulary for addressing men. Somehow it appalled yet thrilled her to say Master.
She got out of the water & came running, surprising herself by her eager obedience. Running to her Masters bidding.
He sat down cross-legged by the fire, he had her kneel to one side of him. She was naked now, denuded of her chador, grateful to be free of the stifling garment. Indeed more grateful to be free from her crimson sheath than to be free of the leather binding cord.
She knelt before him while he ate the meal, she was given a lump of hard bread & cup of water. She didn’t care she was so hungry & thirsty & the pool had been so nice.
He opened a bota of wine & looked at the naked blonde kneeling before him.
“If you ever cook me a meal as bad as that again, I will take you back to those men & sell you to them” He told her drinking his wine.
Stifling a laugh as she reddened.
“After I have whipped you raw!”
Tears sprung into her eyes “Yes Master”
He took another swig of wine to hide his smile and stop himself laughing, how easy earth girls are to tease.
He handed her a brush & small towel.
“Dry your pretty hair girl”
“Yes Master, thank you Master”
He watched her enjoying her nervousness, the flicker of her eyes, every so often upwards, no daring to look directly at him, brushing her hair. It was long & straight, down to her bottom, quite fetching. Every so often her lips would part pensively then she would bite her lip prettily then look down.
She knelt in front of him, agonizingly aware of his eyes on her. Struggling to keep what little composure she had left. Wanting to cry, how helpless & afraid she felt. How she wished she had pleased him with her cooking. Questions trembled on her lips, not daring to speak.
He lifted her chin with his fingers, looking into her eyes.
“Speak girl”
“Master where are you taking this girl ?” There was no word for me in her vocabulary.
“Back to where you belong girl.”
“That isn’t Earth is it Master ?”
“No it isn’t, there is no way back” There was no way back through the gateways.
“Where then Master ?”
“To your owner girl.” Actually to the slave traders.
She had tears in her eyes, as he confirmed what she already knew.
“You haven’t even asked this girls name, Master ?” She said slightly reproachfully, he ignored her impertinence.
“I haven’t named you yet kajira”
“Do you think this girl will be a good slave Master ?” Tearful now.
He indicated his whip hanging from his pack
“You will be a good, pleasing slave, girl” He told her matter of factly.
“Yes Master.”
He unrolled his pack & stretched out on the makeshift bed, she curled up on her silk chador by the fire. The desert night was very cold.
“Come here girl.”
“Yes Master” She whispered frightened.
He had her curl up on his arm and permitted her to sleep, in his blankets. He was tempted to open her legs there & then, but preferred to wait enjoy her opening as a slave slowly. She snuggled up to his strong arm, grateful for his warmth, his kindness, hoping he couldn’t smell the slight wetness between her thighs. His domination thrilled her. As the fire turned to embers she could just make out his whip, she closed her eyes frightened & thrilled.
“Master….” He nodded “Thank you Master”
He grunted half asleep.
She drifted off to sleep wondering to herself what she was thanking the beast for.