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I knelt on the rough stone tiles at his feet. Tiles that I and the other girls meticulously scrub & polish to a marble sheen every day. Naked on all fours, or in humiliating punishment, with wrists braceleted, behind our backs holding the scrubbing brush in our teeth.

Every day and all day, so that the men are pleased. Our menial labours did nothing to mitigate the hardness of the stone on our bare feet, or bodies. This did not concern the masters, why would it.

?What is your use name girl?? He asked me.

Use or rape name, a convenience for him rather than me. I have been renamed several times on the tavern owners whim. I liked emily, it retained its original earth meaning, of? someone who constantly tries hard. Most Gorean names have stories attached. For example emily is the name of a wife who tried to please her husband so much, that he enslaved her as a reward for her feminine diligence. My last name

adele, reversed its earth meaning. The daughter of a rich merchant spurns her suitor an officer, angered by this he simply enslaves her, and leads her away. Choosing not even to rape her but gives her to his men to enjoy, before selling it. I and the other girls love the names we have imposed on us & the romance of the stories.

We frequently fantasise on the narrative of our names. Embroidering the tale with rich sensuous? minutiae. Sometimes the masters will expect to hear these most secret fantasies for their entertainment. Amused at our extreme discomfort & obvious sexual excitement. These tales take on an extra dimension when we are renamed & another girl has your former name. the fantasy is now attached to the other girl, & you begin to have fantasise about her too, as well as yourself & your new name. This element of sapphic eroticism becoming increasingly intense as we slaves are expected to comport ourselves in a sexually pleasing way, at all times. For the mens pleasure, but quite impossible to resist the sexual allure of your fellow slavegirls.

Going about our chores naked, or in skimpy diaphanous clothing.

??emily Master, for your pleasure Master?

??

?Your breasts are pretty in your apron, emily?

My breasts pressing pleasingly, straining at the pink diaphanous fabric. Belled nipples taut & sore they were so hard. I squirmed helpless, giddy with delight at his words. The apron fabric was lustrously shiny, plasticky? & metallic in appearance. Thin and slippery to wear. It felt demeaning to wear, inferior & menial. Only fit for a dependant bimbo who was there to submissively provide pleasure, on demand. A female who is? rightfully & deservingly, sternly & painfully punished if she fails to please her male superiors. The apron was tiny just barely covering my clean smooth pubic mound & my breasts. It had no back at all. Just a thin tie that fastened in a bow under my breasts, capturing & lifting them sweetly in the fabric pressing them upwards to Him. The glossy fabric completely sheer where it pressed against my curves. Wearing it you felt cheap, worthless. Which I was. A bought & branded slavegirl. But wearing it you felt utterly sensuous? & sexual, I loved it.

?

?You are a pretty slut

emily?

?

emily thanks you Master? I gushed.

I flushed with pleasure, my thighs suddenly feeling very warm.

?You smell pretty now too girl?

?

I blushed furiously as I heard myself squelch wetly.

?Yes, Master thank you Master?

I was very hot & liquid between my legs now.

He snapped his fingers indicating his sandaled feet.

?Kiss my feet

emily?

?Yes Master?

Going on to all fours I knelt over him kissing his warm, slightly odorous, sandaled

? feet lovingly & softly through my tiny mouth veil.

?Speak slut, you may beg to please me?

In actual fact slut isn?t strictly a true translation. Gorean?s seem to have an exhaustive list of pejorative words for female pleasure slaves. Most of which are very? humiliating and most are simple varied inflections of words. To the recipient they are felt emotionally as well as understood.? From? him? they are delivered dismissively, we are below the mens

? contempt. This particular ?slut? meant slave who stinks of her arousal, quite mild & affectionate. I was welling up with pleasure to be addressed by him in this manner, & blushing with embarrassment.

?Master may this girl fetch you refreshment, and she begs to pleasure you with her lips Master.?

?Touch yourself girl?

?Yes Master?

Still kissing his feet I lifted my right hand between my legs. My upper thighs were soaked incredibly hot & slippery. I opened my labia with my index finger, freeing access to my belled clitoris. I shivered helplessly as my finger found it soaked and hard. I was moaning kissing his feet.

?And your anus girl, penetrate yourself?

?Yes Master? I sobbed with humiliation, so shamefully delightful.

With my other hand I opened and began to probe my anal opening. It too was wet and scandalously slippery.

Slave girls here naturally lube their anal passage too, this feature has been bred into them. Genetic alteration? drugs are used for barbarians like me. Obviously this means we have to be scrupulous about our cleaning regimen. Petite slave girls are preferred here so we are not fed very much. Although we are fed peelings & discarded bits of spoiled vegetables. No meat, milk, or undiscarded food at all, animals get 2nd choice before us. These are mixed with cheap formulated nutrient that carefully designed & controlled to have little or no wastage. The resultant slave porridge is a quite revolting slop a tepid room temperature lumpy sloppy gruel that has a faint? odour of vomit. Nonetheless we gratefully eat the tiny portions? we are given.? While delicious smells of roasting meats, vegetables and baking bread emanate from the kitchens. An animal bowl is shared between 4 girls at a time, we have to eat on all fours, reminding us of our status. All of which is expressed as urine. This tends to be thick & syrupy, hot & stingy, but perfectly healthy.

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Another trait bred into us girls is the inability to sweat freely, despite the tropical temperatures, this too is expressed into the urinary?? tract, but also into the erogenous area. Our sexual juice is also genetically modified to be quite sweet smelling, as opposed to our urine. Men find the smell pleasant & arousing, & only notice it faintly. We find the nearly constant dampness & lingering smell, quite overpowering, & demeaning. But also very arousing & spirally so. The more aroused we get the we are extremely self conscious, about our damp smell. The more self conscious we become the more aroused we become. It is not uncommon to find yourself quite wretched weeping with helpless frustrated arousal & shame. For quite palpable? reasons we don?t allow our misery to hamper our chores or the mens pleasure, in any way. The whip is very painful.

?

??Who begs to please me??

?

emily begs to please you Master?

?& who is

emily??

?

emily is a slavegirl for your pleasure Master?

?& what is that liquid sound from your legs & that smell

emily?

?

emily?s desperate need to please you Master.?

The tabbed blade of a pleasure

whip, was pressed to my veiled lips. I gasped in fright. Covering the well worn leather implement with fearful kisses. It tasted & reeked of sex & fear. Needless to say it wasn?t for my pleasure, but to ensure his is served perfectly.

He allowed me to kiss the whip for a few seconds, still masturbating myself. Sobbing & choking on my own fear & helpless sexual excitement.

?Your sexual needs are unimportant to me slut!? His tone was firm.

?Yes Master, this girls need is to give you pleasure Master & only for your pleasure Master? I was kissing the whip desperately now.

?Do you seek to please me to avoid punishment

emily?? His voice was inquisitorial as he pressed the whip firmly into my silk veiled lips

?No Master, never Master,

emily begs to be punished if she fails to please you Master? I was crying, almost blubbering

I would be severely caned or whipped if it was suspected I was being pleasing merely to avoid penalty. Moreover I would be beaten if he was in anyway dissatisfied with? my service.

Or beaten if he pleased, to enhance my service or just because he chose to enjoy whipping me.

?So why do you beg to please me girl?

?

emily begs to please you Master, because you chose her, Master?

?Explain girl?

?Master emily knows she is just one of many pretty tavern girls you could have chosen Master.?

?Continue?

?Yes

? Master, emily knows you may have just clicked your fingers at the first girl you saw Master?

I was still kissing lovingly & submissively at the whip, but I sensed him enjoying, watching me touching myself.

?True, continue, slut.?

?But Master, it this slave hope that you chose her, because you found her attractive, & sexually enjoyable.?

?Perhaps?

My heart nearly leaped into my mouth, with happiness.

?Perhaps not, slut.? His words stung.

It was not uncommon to be chosen then summarily dismissed on a whim.

?Continue, emily.?

I was pathetically happy, & relieved.

?Master, emily is so happy that you chose her. That you found her attractive, & sexually pleasing, thrilled to her core to be found desirable by you, Master. She begs to serve you Master.?

?Female slaves are easily flattered.? His tone was derisory.

?Yes Master, but Master, this girl hopes that even if you do dismiss her now, you will nonetheless take pleasure in her miserable squirming, whilst you enjoy another girl.?

?But Master,

emily hopes very much for your pleasure.?

?Master

emily, begs you punish her severely if she fails to please you, if her intimate service is more disappointing than her allure Master.?

He lifted the whip away from my lips. & I lowered my mouth to his feet again. Kissing them hotly as he watched me touch myself. I was panting & gasping with my slave heat, my body awash with sexual arousal, kissing his feet. My eyes closed, clouded with a red haze of need, as I moaned helplessly.

Until I was on the very edge of orgasm. Then he stopped me.

Slave girls are never permitted to masturbate till? climax. I was so ashamed & humiliated now. Before my capture on Earth, I had never masturbated. Many earth girls don?t before the first time they have sex. I had always been excited & a little bit uneasy at barely contained? excitement I felt around boys & hence by sex. I was very shy & quick to blush. One of my school friends had told me about performing fellatio with her boyfriend & I nearly fainted, I was so excited & embarrassed. The Gorean slavers look out for girls like me. I was nineteen at my capture, the typical age, no younger than eighteen & no older than 23. Very few slave girls of earth origin or Gorean girls have ever masturbated freely. Men like to watch us arouse ourselves. We find it deeply shameful. Touching ourselves in public.

But also humiliating that this most intimate of things is only for their pleasure. It brings it home deeply that our sex is for them to enjoy, even this doesn?t belong to us.

He pushed a rough brass token into my mouth.

I was to fetch him a drink.

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