(This story was written for a friend to show her how cruel Masters can be. An effort to express that at times some may be abusive and disrespectful. This tale is purely fictional, any similarity to people living or dead is coincidental. Feel free to leave comments not only about the content, but also about the style and flow of the story.)
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He sat quietly in his oversized chair, talking with his guests at the dinner he was having for the other Master's and their slaves. The feast was set on the table and all his slave had to do was make sure the drinks for each of the Master's were filled, at all times.
Master had his hands in the raised steeple position, as he watched her. Her naked body floated, from one guest to the next, as she tried to avoid tripping over their personal slaves, all of which knelt at the back of their Owner's chairs.
The new collar made of silver and adorned with small emeralds, sparkled beautifully on her neck as the lighting caught each facet. Every turn she made, her breasts jiggled and a flush would cover her lovely face when ever a Master made a comment to her or about her.
As she rounded the end of the table, her foot caught on a slave girl, tripping her and making her spill wine onto the floor. Looking up quickly, she saw the fire burning in his green eyes. A look of disapproval and disgust etched across his brow and the firm set of his mouth show her she is going to be punished.
With a new found urgency, she kneels and uses her long black hair to wipe up the red wine from the hard wood floor. Her long black tresses do more to splash it around than clean it up. As she rises to continue performing her duties, her hair soaked with red wine and dripping down her back and down between her breasts where the strands were plastered to her flesh, she finds herself standing directly in front of her Master. The look of fear, in her dark brown eyes denotes her understanding of what is to come next.
Quickly, he reached out and grabbed her collar.. yanking her towards him and forcing her to spill more wine. In a low cruel voice, he whispers into her ear, "Get the rag from the kitchen and a bucket, slut and clean this shit up. Then wash your hair. You have 20 minutes." "Return to my side when you are finished."
Shoving her aside, he apologized for his slut's clumsy behavior and ensures she didn't spill any wine on any of his guests. As he later checked his watch, watching the final seconds tick away, he watched her scurry back into the room. A fresh pitcher of room temperature red wine is in her hand.
Pointing to the floor, he commands in a low menacing voice.. "Here, now... slut." Her eyes downcast and her body trembling, she moved forward and kneels by his chair. He took the wine bottle and sat it on the table.
His hand then reached out, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back to examine her face as he latches a leash onto her new collar.
Clearing his throat, he gains the attention of all of the Master's seated at the table.... "Well now, many of you have longed to know what I give for punishments to my slaves, that do not do as they where instructed. For each the punishment is different. For each it is based upon what they fear the most. In this case..."
...his voice trailed off as he yanked on the chain and pulled her roughly against his thigh.
"This slut fears others watching as she is being raped and used. So, for your enjoyment this evening... we'll begin with any or all of you touching and fondling this little slut's body. Keep your cocks in your trousers, however... The pleasure of breaking this slut in is all Mine."
