yasmin is a good girl

She was woken as the dawn started to break, yasmin shaking her gently awake with a smile.
“Wake up sleepy girl, go & make coffee while yasmin wakes Master.”
The blonde yawned & whispered “Ok, yasmin”
“Oh and fetch a wet cloth, soaked in cool water”
She obeyed quite pleased that yasmin had taken charge, knew what was expected, how to please master. Nonetheless she became quite distraught as she fumbled with the wood & kindling, Yasmin came over to help, eventually helping her in teasing a flame out of the tinder. Yasmin went back to the master as the blonde heated the coffee jug. She fetched a soft silk cloth & soaked it in the cool spring, watching over her shoulder the pot boiling. Steam started flowing out of the jug, she poured in ground coffee beans & stirred, carefully. The aroma was strong & delicious, no ersatz decaff here. Then she returned to masters bedding half hidden behind the mules unloaded baggage, sheltering his eyes from the morning sun. Yasmin was kneeling over Master’s hips performing fellatio. The blonde nearly squealed with hot embarrassment, flushing bright red. Recovering her composure she knelt to one side holding the coffee cup on its tray in both hands.
Marcus woke just as the blonde knelt down, enjoying yasmin's warm lips on his erection, he held her firmly by the hair, & came strongly in her mouth & face. Finished he took his coffee from the blonde, reaching out for the proffered wet cloth, groaning as he pressed the cloth to the huge bruise on his head. Yasmin rushed & fetched another wet cloth & mopped his brow. The blonde was sent to prepare his breakfast, cooked skewers of meat & vegetables served in flat bread. His food smelt delicious, after he had eaten & drank plenty of coffee he permitted the slaves a bowl of water each.
He took his time getting ready this morning, the next stop was only half a days ride. The mules were loaded, & some of the load dispersed into the wagon. He strung the 3 extra horses, he had now behind the wagon, the last horse had the unpleasant load of the leather bag, containing the bandits severed heads, fortunately it was well sealed.
He took a last cup full of coffee & lighting a cigarette, he had the two girls kneel before him, he was rifling through a red leather bag. The blonde was forlorn & wistful, she had enjoyed coffee & the occasional smoke on earth, especially in the morning. She would be permitted neither here, nor the leisure of the free.
“I think its time you had a name girl.”
She looked up hopefully, desperately wanting a pretty name.
“Tilly will suit you for now”
“Yes Master…tilly thanks you Master.” It was a lovely, name for a slavegirl.
“It sounds even prettier with your barbarian lilt girl.”
She blushed, flustered “Tilly thanks you Master”
He rooted through the leather bag, pulled out a yellow veil identical to yasmin's garment, fringed with cheap worthless coins.
“Some suitable clothing for you as well girl.”
“Oh thank you Master.” She gushed.
“Give tilly your veil yasmin.”
“Yes Master.”
The dark haired girl quickly removed her mouth covering & handed it to the blonde, helping her to fasten the slippery silk across the bridge of her nose. Her eyes if anything were even bluer & more startled looking framed by the yellow veil & her golden hair. Tilly was desperately embarrassed, the veil was still sticky, slimy & redolent with Masters pleasure. She tasted him on her lips. Tears sprung into her eyes as she realised he had intended this & was amused by her reaction.
“Very pretty.” He told her “Especially when you blush girl.”
“Thank you Master” she whispered, nude except for her soiled veil, trying to hide her growing humiliated arousal.
She wasn’t permitted any more clothing. Yasmin was given the clean veil.
“Thank you Master” yasmin said softly.
He took a slave whip from the bag
“On all fours, both of you now !”
The girls hurriedly obeyed, they knelt before him fearfully. Tilly had never felt so vulnerable, so powerless. Terribly self conscious of the fact that her weakness & his dominance was agonisingly arousing her. She could smell the dampness between her legs & yasmin's arousal, utterly ashamed.
He removed some steel devices from the bag, laying out a collar, wrist & ankle bracelets & 2 steel belts, in front of the kneeling pair. Yasmin of course was already collared & braceleted, the new set matched perfectly. The collar & fetters were plain & but elegant, a thin steel band oval in shape, no wider than a finger, very graceful & strong, with attached rings were arranged in strategic positions. He put the collar on tilly without ceremony, simply snapped it on her neck, locking it & removing the key. It fitted snugly on her slender neck like a choker. She gasped at the touch of the cold steel, the sudden implacable symbol of ownership. Knowing she would not be removing the collar, men decided her fate now.
He went behind her fettered & locked her ankles together, doing the same to yasmin. Then expertly taking her wrists behind her he braceleted both tilly & yasmin, locking the belly ring around each girls waist, securing wrists behind them, both girls now face down at his feet. He took a short chain, no longer than 30 inches in length from the bag & attached it between the two girls collars securing them together. The final touch a largish bell swinging loosely on the chain, a coffle bell. He stood behind them, softly swinging the whip, caressing both girls upturned buttocks with the leather tab. Yasmin's slip was so short she was fully exposed in this position. He allowed the tab to stray near both girls wet lips, watching them quiver vulnerable & aroused.
“Yasmin you will pierce & bell tilly when we stop tonight.”
“Yes Master.”
“Thank you Master” whispered tilly, quite huskily.
“Get up both of you, before I change my mind & whip you”
They both struggled to their feet, tilly taking her cues from yasmin, trying to rise gracefully, pleasingly. They were hefted into the wagon, kneeling prettily amongst the packages. He closed the wagons coarse cotton covering. They looked tearfully, into each other eyes, both girls knowing that the other knew how desperately aroused the other was. Knowing that He knew also, helplessly longing for his touch, his penetration. Knowing he could enjoy her as & when he pleased, it was perfectly acceptable & desirable for her to lie alone, miserable, tormented by her needs, waiting his touch.
They listened intently to him as he finished his cigarette & urinated, before mounting his horse, setting off again.