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actaeon toils under Lady Nyah's command I
DIR By: slave_ranen
Date: January 3, 2017, 8:09 pm
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[ The Lady Nyah - Dock Area ]
-- The sea going beauty named after the famous merchant who owns
her, The Lady Nyah graces the Port's docks. --
says to ALL: the weather is at least pleasantly warm as the
slave heads for Lady Nyah's building and the toil that awaits
rented to Lady Nyah
[ The Lady Nyah - Dock Area ]
-- The sea going beauty named after the famous merchant who owns
her, The Lady Nyah graces the Port's docks. --
says to ALL: he steps up onto the ship by the rear
gangplank...the one that is wide and without a railing, used for
loading and unloading cargo. not attending a Free and not under
a specific command, it would be insolent of him to use the entry
set aside for Free. one of Nyah's slave sits by a makeshift
table, writing something in an account book. she rises as he
steps onto the ship and offers her a slight bow, due one the
Free choose to make a high girl. her switch flicks against naked
slave flesh a couple of times as she snaps, "you are late,
slave." he is not but of course has been too long in the collar
to say anything. in any event, the girl has switch rights over
him and Free would not bother to question why she chooses to
exercise them. "this one begs forgiveness, mistress," is all he
says and the girl points with the butt end of the switch. "those
crates over there need to be moved into the shed," she tells
him. he glances towards a cart and the girl again switches him.
"lazy slave," she barks. "put your strength to the Mistress's
service." again he bows and steps down the deck to where six
crates await, in two stacks of three.
[ The Lady Nyah - Dock Area ]
-- The sea going beauty named after the famous merchant who owns
her, The Lady Nyah graces the Port's docks. --
says to creole: he steps to the nearer stack and rocks the top
crate back a bit, getting his hands under it, feeling its
weight. it is not too heavy...not at all beyond a slave whose
owners regularly put him to heavy labor to keep his slave's
strength up and serve them better. he rocks it a bit more but it
does not rattle. not that he would toss the crate around but
nothing breakable, he hopes. the slave sets himself, muscles
bunch and ripple under bronzed, naked slave flesh, and with one
movement the crate is picked up and placed on the slave's broad
shoulders. he takes one or two tentative steps, feeling the
weight and the center of gravity and then, bowing to the girl,
he steps to the stern of the ship and down the cargo gangplank.
his feet hitting dry land he steps a few paces over to the shed
where another slave barely looks up from her work. "stall 4,
boy," she says and he enters the shed, enjoying the cool
sensation for a moment, finds the proper stall and places the
crate in it, towards the back.
The Lady Nyah - Dock Area ]
-- The sea going beauty named after the famous merchant who owns
her, The Lady Nyah graces the Port's docks. --
says to ALL: the girl on the ship doesn't even bother to look up
as she hears the padding of bare slave feet on the gangplank and
deck. the slave has shown he will obey commands although she
will check occasionally. if the slave does not perform
pleasingly Lady Nyah will likely punish the slave girl who
supervises him. the slave steps back to the crates and again
pushes back the box...it seems to be the same weight as the
other and again, the contents do not move or rattle as he does
this. but the slave will check every crate; just one needs to
have contents a slave's careless breaks and...he has already
learned that Lady Nyah wields the slave whip expertly and not
sparingly. once more a swift, powerful movement and the crate is
on the slave's shoulder and he moves off the ship and back into
the shed.
[ The Lady Nyah - Dock Area ]
-- The sea going beauty named after the famous merchant who owns
her, The Lady Nyah graces the Port's docks. --
says to .The Lady Scribbler.: as the morning wears on the sun
grows hotter and as the slave squats down to take the third
crate, leg and butt muscles flexing as he rises and again puts
the crate to one shoulder, a trickle of sweat begins to run down
his naked slave flesh. his only garment is a brief loincloth
with an "I" stenciled on it; not embroidered and the material is
cheap and rough...he is toiling and no need to spend much on any
garment for him. not rarely he is commanded to strip and work
naked. many FW enjoy the sight of a male slave unclothed,
working at the command of a woman. the girl on the deck does
look up from time to time but is satisfied that the slave is
doing as commanded, and soon the third crate is in the stall,
stacked on the other two, and he returns to the ship.
[ The Lady Nyah - Dock Area ]
-- The sea going beauty named after the famous merchant who owns
her, The Lady Nyah graces the Port's docks. --
says to ALL: the other crates likewise seem to contain the same
thing, whatever it is...the slave, of course, dares not show any
curiosity about the contents. if Free wish him to know that,
they will tell him. still, he is careful...one never knows what
may be inside and should he drop a crate...even if he damages
the crate and not the contents...well, the welts are just
recently faded from Lady Nyah's demonstration of how she deals
with slaves who do not serve her as she wishes. the sweat begins
to stream down his body as finally he has moved all six crates
to the shed. he returns to the ship and again bows to the
girl...by now, being for a short time a slave of a slave is no
longer quite as humiliating. "does the mistress wish anything
else of this slave?" he asks and the girl, making a point of not
look up, waves her switch and says, "no, boy, you may go." he
bows to her and heads off.
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