I had accompanied my Master to the Arabia's. We had taken 3 long months touring with the other Knights of the Realm, the reason of the tour was to establish a route for the forth coming Holy Battles, to draw all worlds into Christianity. Where my Master went I followed as was customary.
A Sultan invited my Master James and his fellow Knight to an evening of entertainment. It was a rowdy event, with many loose women and looser men. Women of Arab persuasion openly and brazenly showing flesh and throwing themselves upon the Knights. I sat quietly at my Masters feet as was my duty, ready to serve him should that be his wish.
My eyes widened in shock as a group of veiled women began an erotic dance before the Sultan. The three women performed a dance in front of him, removing an article of clothing at each move of the routine. My gasp was audible as they were totally naked and in front of their Sultan; their brown bodies undulating before him, parted legs standing just above his face. Their sex showing to him, he was grasping at them, and grabbed one and parted her sex and tasted her there. I turned to see my Master transfixed to those golden glistening bodies, writhing in a strange sexual dance before their master. My Master's trousers showed a confirmation of his excitement. I felt his hands come down to my head and he just stroked my golden locks idly as his gaze was upon the Sultans sluts.
That night my Lord took me with fervour I had not seen before. He moaned into my ears and called me his little whore, his wench, his slut, his words thrilled me beyond comparison, and he set his Slave's body on fire.
Now though we were back in the Britain's, my Master was very busy consulting the Court of the tour of Duty and he kept the King aware of all that he needed to know. I spent the days, taking care of my Master's abode and his finery. Of a night I would be his Slut and he would love my body and treat me with his gentle love and authority as if I were a precious Angel.
One evening, my Master James, returned from court early, I had already laid his feast as always and the servants scurried to accommodate the fellow Knights that he had brought with him.
"Lady Katherine, come here." He pointed to his feet and I ran from my position in the corner and knelt at his feet.
"Yes, my Lord?" I trembled at my Master's feet, his countenance was dark, and I could not read his mood.
The Knights were busy teasing the serving wenches, and laughing and joking rowdily in our main hall. My Lord pulled me to his side and whispered in my ear.