That evening she had helped the housekeeper serve supper to the family. That too had been a decorous affair. More than that it had been positively icy, with the Mistress twice scolding her for clumsiness. Shemba knew that she had not been to blame but meekly apologised and resolved to keep out of the free lady's way. When supper was finished she had been sent to her owner's room and told to wait.
She looked up and saw that her Master, Karrak, had entered the room. He looked slightly drunk and very young. She swallowed as she saw that he carried a 'slave whip' in his hands. A small thing of five soft thongs it none the less was painful enough to punish a slave without marking her. Many times Teacher and the guards had used one on her.
He strolled over to the foot of his bed and plonked down. Shemba bowed her head to the floor and kissed his feet.
"Master, your slave waits anxiously to serve you. Command me and I obey."
There was silence for a full minute and Shemba looked up to see her Master regarding her quizzically.
"Master? Is something wrong?"
"Dunno." He was drunk. "M' father gave me this. Said I might need it. Do you think I need it?"
"It is the right of any Master to punish his Slave. You may use it if I displease you. Or at any time you wish. You are my Master. You own me."
"That's the problem. I think that's the problem. Never owned anyone before. Don't know if I can be a Master and Owner."
"Please Master. Let me worry about that. If I can be a Slave, you can be a Master. Have you never..."
"Oh, I've used slaves before. Never my own, that's all. I was too young when my mother was alive. And Aliciana, that's my stepmother hasn't allowed father to keep slaves in the house. So I've only used slaves of my friends. And tavern-girls."
"Did Master not enjoy using those other Slaves?"
"Oh, yes. Oh yes indeed." He seemed almost to lick his lips at the thought.
"Well then, treat me no differently from them. I am your Slave and if I do not please you, you may punish me, sell me or even give me away! But I will struggle to please you in all the ways I have been taught. May I have your permission to show you what my trainers taught me?"
He nodded, unable to speak as his throat went suddenly dry. Shemba took the whip from his hand and kissed it, slowly and lovingly, and then put it in the small alcove reserved for it above the double bed. She then knelt and bowing her head to his feet began to unbuckle his sandals with her teeth. Once that was done she crawled away to an alcove, the sandals held in her teeth, and placed them there.
Returning she arose and undressed her Master, unbuckling his armour and removing his tunic. She pressed her body up against his as much as she could in the process and was pleased to find it not only young and healthy but firm and well-muscled. As the tunic came off she could feel his cock, already hardening and lengthening as it rubbed up against her.
She returned to the alcove and neatly stacked his armour and clothes there and also removed her tunic. She gathered up various items into her arms that she had noticed there earlier. When she emerged from the alcove, she posed for a moment to display her nakedness to her Master and was rewarded to hear a sharp intake of breath from him. She went forward and knelt at his feet again, with her legs spread wide and her sex on display. She spread out her finds in front of her.
"See Master, your rooms are well equipped for the taming of slave girls. Look what I've found."
"Left over from when my father was single. What are they?"
"These go round my wrists and these my ankles. They lock together. So that I can't move my hands or feet."
"Why would I want to lock your legs together?"
"I can't think Master. To keep me from running away, perhaps. But I am a magically-bound pleasure slave. I would never run away from my Master. Perhaps this is more to your taste. This is a leg spreader, see?"
"I can see advantages with that."
"Yes, Master. And this is a slave-hood to keep me blindfolded. And this..." She held up a huge dildo, " is for me when you get tired."
"You won't be needing that tonight." His voice was husky and he grasped her upper arms so hard it hurt as he pulled her towards him.
"No, Master?"
"You won't need any of it. Please me, my slave."
"Yes, my Master." She lay him back on the huge bed and began to use her mouth. From a deep kiss she worked her way down his body, first kissing his chin where a slight beard was forming and then licking and biting his nipples. She planted a kiss on his navel (which made him laugh) and then came to his cock.
Uncircumcised (as were all the men she had met on this world) and half hard already, it was a good but not monstrous sized cock. She and the other slaves in her class had learned to dread serving men with enourmous cocks who bent them out of shape for days sometimes and could ruin all the hard training Teacher had given them in controlling cunt muscles. This one looked just her size!
She spread his legs and kneeled between them so that when she raised his prick she could start her oral ministrations by licking around his arsehole. He groaned aloud at that and, well satisfied, she moved on to kiss his balls and lick his prick all over getting it well lubricated and hard at the same time. As she bent to swallow his cock, she jumped with surprise as she felt his tongue begin licking around and into her cunt licking along the length and around her clitoris! She became wetter and wetter as this went on for a good ten minutes.
Then suddenly she felt him grab her once more by the arms and pull her off his cock. He threw her down on her back on the bed and pinned her in place. He studied her, a strange fierce expression on his face.
"Master? Have I displeased you?"
"You are a cunning little bitch. So cool and practised. Think you're in control do you? Think you can dangle me like a puppet with your slave's tricks?"
"I would never think that, Master. You are in charge. I am yours to command."
"Don't you forget it"
Without another word he forced her legs apart and mounted her. His hard, throbbing cock filled her and she whispered her submission in his ear.
"Yes! Take me! God, use me, show who's in charge. You are, you are, you are my Master! Fill me, fill me up with your cock, your lovely prick! Fuck me, fuck my cunt, it's yours, use it, fuck it! It feels so fucking goooooood! I'm hot, I'm juicing, oh God, I'm coming. Fuck your slut, fuck your Slave, fuck your Shemba, oh fuck me, fuck me, MASTERRRRRR!"
As she lay by her Master's side, as he fell into a deep sleep, Shemba knew that for the first time since she came to this strange world, she had found contentment.
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