Slaves Desires

“Master Nicolas my Master has only yet begun to know the true me, so let me answer the question about my knowledge. A submissive is one that is passive, docile, and compliant to the wishes of the more dominant; a master. A slave whose every breath, thought, need, want, everything is what their dominant breathes, thinks, needs, wants, everything. But don’t think it’s only the slave who gives, because to be a good Master you must also think of your slaves wants, needs, thinks, and yearns. If you don’t you are not a good Master and should have your slaves taken from you.”

Master Nicolas went to open his mouth and I did something that I probably shouldn’t have done. I cut him off.

“Don’t get offended. I’m not saying you don’t or aren’t a good Master. I’m just saying don’t question MY Master. He knows what he’s doing. He knows what he wants. It offends me to hear you question him about his girl. Not because I am his girl, but because you think he does not know what he has gotten himself into.”

Master Arik smiled broadly. He wraps his arm around me and nods. He waves good bye and escorts me out of the home. We walk a few blocks to what looks like another large home, but what is called a Mess Hall. He opens the door and ushers me inside first, because he lead me in first this was permitted. I scanned the room and saw that everyone ate more or less on small tables that were near the floor and sat on huge pillows.

Out of the blue a man grabs my Master and is immediately surrounded by three other men. “Gregory, what are you doing here,” Master Arik yells.

“I should be asking you the same. What do we have here?” Master Gregory looks at me. “You have your own chocolate slave. Brothers don’t let him get away.”

“No, Gregory, don’t!” I hear the panic in his voice.

I look at my Master trying to figure out what’s going on when Gregory touches me. I jerk my hand away and glare at him. “You cannot touch me without my Master’s permission.”

“Is that right? I’m going to take that collar off you and give you mine. What do you have to say to that?”

I looked at Arik. I didn’t know the rules here. “I don’t wish that.”

“I don’t care.”

Master Arik sighed. He didn’t even look concerned and that bothered me. Was he truly not that concerned on if this brute gets me? “Come now, Gregory. You know I won’t allow you to touch her.”

Gregory stops and smiles at Master Arik. Gregory had a good 200 pounds and 3 inches on my Master and he was slowly balling up his fists.

“No!”

“Shh, this doesn’t concern you slave,” Gregory said to me.

“This does concern me, Gregory.”

Gregory stops and stares at me. “You will be punished.”

“By a Master and you are not one. You’re just some bully who needs his three brothers to hold my Master back.”

Gregory holds up his hand high in the air and then slams it down across my face. The force was so much that I fall down to the ground. Not one of those side falls, but one of those fell down straight.

I hear my Master yell and then all hell breaks loose. For the moment I can’t see anything, but I can feel a brick near the wall. Probably something cheap to keep the door open. I heft it into my hand and slowly stand. Gregory is turned to me, but his head is turned to my Master who is throwing one brother over his shoulder, the other is being punched in the face, and one is on the ground unconscious.

Master Arik has reached my side and is looking at me. I can feel the bruise forming on one side of my face. Master Arik’s eyes turn the black that I remember seeing before except there’s no passion in his eyes. He turns to Gregory and sneers.

“My slave is right, you aren’t a Master.”

“Master Arik, can I do…”

But Master Arik isn’t listening. He’s still talking to Gregory. “But because you hit my girl. I have to…”

“THIS!” I yelled as I swung my fist forward with the brick in it.

“…teach you respect!” He swings his fist forward and because he has a longer reach his fist was side by side with mine. Both our fists reach Gregory’s chin at the same time and he actually was lifted into the air and flies to the wall before he falls. The brick crumbles in my hand and I let the dirt fall to the ground.

“Here this, as you have just witness, I permit no man or woman to touch my girl without my permission. She has my full authority, as you have just seen, to attack anyone who tries to touch her that includes punishing her. I will be the only one who touches what is Mine.”

Master Arik grabs me above the arm and sits at a vacant table. He pulls me down and pulls me literally into his lap. He moves my hair to the side and whispers into my ear.

“What you just did was a punishable offense. My declaration should ease that and no one should touch you now. Don’t ever question my motives towards you. You are my slave. I protect you.”

I pulled back and look into his eyes. “And you are my Master. I protect you. Besides you didn’t tell me to shut up or stand still.” I smiled slowly.

“You’re right,” he agreed with me and snuggled me closer.

“Master Arik I brought you and … your girl food and drink.”

“Thank you Solila, this is Severen.”

“Hi,” she smiled at me.

“Hi.”

Solila stood up and walked behind the bar. Suddenly, I heard drum beats and everyone grew quiet. Almost as if in a trance Solila walked to the right where there was a pit with a long pole. There was all kind of things in that pit and you instantly knew that not only was the pit a thing for pleasure, but also to punish a slave.

Solila walked straight to the sand and as the beat thumped twice she stuck out a hip while slowly spinning her arms above her head. Transfixed the whole mess hall watched Solila dance. She swayed her hips and you felt that the music didn’t control her, but she controlled the music.

You could hear her story through her movements. It was beautiful. The story of a young girl just trying to survive and hopes of finding her one true Master.

Unexpectedly, the story changed and Solila was now a wanton woman. Her hands cupped her breasts and she pinched her nipples. She moaned in delight before she pulled her pink nipples from her breasts stretching them.

Solila then ran her hands over her smooth small tummy and then between her legs. She shivered and then pulled her fingers from her wet pussy and licked her glistening fingers clean.

Unconsciously, I was grinding my body into my Master’s. Solila turned her head towards me and dropped down to all fours. She crawled with a seductive cat crawl, her bum high in the air and her hair slowly swaying with every motion she approached me. As soon as she was within touching distance, with a nod from my Master, she pulled me to her and kissed me with such fever that I instantly started kissing her back.

She pulled me towards the center and spread my legs so she could slide her fingers down my pussy. She grazed over my pussy lips, teasing me, when what I wanted was another finger or cock deep inside of my aching loins.

She pulled me to my knees and came behind me. At first all I could feel was her tongue in my cunt licking and sucking my juices. I pushed against her and felt her hands on the plump globes of my ass as she spread them to get closer to my pussy.

I locked eyes with my Master and watched him stroke himself outside of his clothes. That brought more heat into my body and I started thrusting against Solila’s mouth. I jumped when I felt Solila’s tongue in my ass. At first I didn’t think I liked it, but she rolled her tongue and I was in heaven. It felt so good to feel her soft slightly hard tongue deep in ass thrusting in and out like a tiny cock.

My Master stared at me for a moment before he walked over to me and dropped his pants. I hungrily grabbed his cock and licked his head like a kitty licking at a delicious bowl of milk.

“That’s it slave, suck your Master’s cock.”

With those words and her tongue in my ass I was in pure bliss. I felt my Master’s hands tangle in my hair as he literally started to fuck my mouth. His hips thrust until I can feel his cock pushing at the back of my throat.

With my hands still on the ground, my ass high in the air, and my neck angled to get him in my throat I could feel my orgasm building. With one grunt my Master pushed his cock down my throat and I could feel his balls slapping my chin. I rolled my eyes to look at my Master as I felt my body tightening and tightening.

“Cum, slut!”

Solila shoved 3 fingers into my cunt and I instantly came. I came so hard that I felt Solila and my Master shaking. With a loud groan my Master came down my throat and I eagerly swallowed everything he gave me.

Solila pulled from behind me and to my surprise I heard clapping. I forgot we were still in the Mess Hall. With a shy smile Solila kissed me and I could taste myself on her lips.

“Now my turn,” I said more than eager to return the favor. I’m not one to just take and take without giving pleasure in return.

Solila shook her head and sashayed back to her spot behind the bar as my Master pulled me to my feet and guided me back to our lukewarm meal.

I kept staring after her when I realized that jerk Gregory was being handed Solila and he drags her to the back. I look at my Master with so many questions in my eyes.

“She is not owned, Severen. She has a band on her arm that tells people that she works for this kitchen, but anyone can have her. There’s nothing she can do about.”

“That’s horrible!” I look back at where Solila has disappeared to. I picked up my spoon and began to eat the soup.

Later after I’m well fed and My Master has escorted me back to his home I look at the three girls and wander to them.

“You have already met us. Again to reiterate I am 1st girl. I give orders you listen. On this wall,” Alison said and led me over to a wall with a small sign on it. I couldn’t believe she was already taking charge. No niceties with this one. “This is our schedule. You will work with Azya most of the time and as such you two will have more work.”

Azya nodded her head where as I was furious. Unfortunately, I knew my role in this and at the bottom of the totem pole I didn’t need to create problems. “Yes 1st girl.”

Alison smiled. “Then tonight we go to bed. Tomorrow is a big day for us all.”

If only she really knew.