The girl was awoken from her sleep by two guards. One issued a sharp command, "Up!" and she immediately obeyed. The other guard hastily attached a chain to her slave collar and jerked it sharply so she immediately followed.
She was naked save for her slave collar, padding barefoot behind the guards as they entered the hallway and approached the stairs. The girl had never been up these stairs and knew not what was awaiting her, she anxiously followed, not daring to speak, as her feet touched the cool stairs. The two guards led her along a corridor, occasionally jerking the leash so she followed dutifully.
They stopped. One guard opened the door and flung her into the room. She was greeted by a lavish bedroom, obviously the Masters bed chamber, she looked around at the fine things in the room, the sweet smells, her attention was drawn to a black satin futon bed on the floor, a single rope hanging over its centre.
One guard snapped his fingers and issued another short command. "kneel" pointing at the futon bed.
She knelt feeling the crisp satin sheet on her knees, the guard gripped her wrists and pulled them up as the other bound her wrists with the rope, she was left stretched but on her knees, her nipples rising as she felt the subtle joy as her wrists were bound, humiliated by being naked in the presence of these simple soldiers. She could smell the leather of their uniforms, her slave heat began to build.
The two guards unclipped slave whips from their belts, she looked up at both of them, half pleading and half lustful, knowing she would secretly enjoy being whipped by these men. But why had she been brought here to be whipped, normally a girl was flogged at the whipping post in the courtyard. She was puzzled, panting already as she knew that she must have been brought here to be punished.
She gulped surprise as the two guards retreated behind her. She was left there kneeling, prickling with anticipation, feeling the guards eyes on her. She closed her eyes and waited for the lashes.
Her eyes flicked open as she heard the door open, the master strode through it, she saw his black leather boots and trousers stride past and walk over to a small bath room. She tried to see what the master was doing; she could not but could hear him undressing. She heard the items of his uniform slip off and fall on the floor. Moments later the Master appeared. She risked daring to look up and was greeted by the sight of the Master, wearing a wrap around Kimono, his powerful body clothed by the sheer cloth. She felt her heart begin to pound, becoming moist and gasping softly as the Master slowly strode towards her.
He stood in front of her now, Tall, powerful, she felt the excitement of her submission as she knelt bound before him. Her erect nipples brushed against the coolness of his kimono, she could smell his sweet musk, and she felt like she was becoming drunk on his presence. He stood for a time, looking down at her, she peered up, excited and fearful, wondering what would happen next...... Without a word, the Master slipped away his belt, the Kimono opened revealing his solid masculine form. She gazed at his smooth shaft, partially erect, the head glistening, his smooth balls beckoning her. She licked her lips briefly, wanting so much to kiss the Master.
He folded his arms and hissed a simple command, "pleasure me." A flood of joy came over the girl as she leaned forward, slowly beginning to lap his rounded balls, she was panting hard now, lustful, each time her tongue touched his soft flesh she could feel the shaft rise and stiffen. She licked quicker now, enjoying the movement of his shaft, she dared to look up, seeing the Master was pleased with her performance. He stiffened further as she swirled her tongue up from his balls to the base of his throbbing shaft. Licking up it with long strokes of her tongue, all the time looking up to see the pleasure on the Masters face. Each time her tongue travelled the length of his shaft, his manhood became ever harder. She began to tingle with desire, losing herself in her joy to please the Master.
She made several long licks from the base of his balls all the way to the tip of his shaft, totally devoted to pleasuring him. She reached the end off his shaft, now fully erect and began to slowly circle with her tongue, hearing the Masters low snarl of approval. He leaned forward, and as the soft skin of his legs brushed against her nipples his hand gripped her hair and he pushed her mouth over the hard head of his cock.
