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Seeking Inspiration... and Blackwine!
DIR By: High Captain Song
Date: July 27, 2023, 12:57 am
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The Setting
The Caravanserai Market - The Garden and The Café
The Players
High Captain Song, Frode of Kassau
caranda, Property of Niles
Frode
I've sought the sanctuary of the garden near the cafe. Partly
because it's a fine place to seek inspiration. Partly because I
have little desire to watch my Mate training her new boy toy.
(Eager thralls disgust me as a freedom loving Skald.) So I'm
sitting alone, plucking idly on my cittern, trying to work on a
new song about my most recent adventure. Of course there's
already a poem going around about that incident, but it is not
that complementary of me. And while I care little about what
others think of me, I do care about the truth. What value have
Skalds id not to record the true history and news?
"The Panther Queen she did entice.
And though her charms were awfully nice.
Somehow the Skald, he did resist!
Although she. le-de-da persist!"
Frode
I stretch my mind but can't seem to think of any words that fit
the rhythm and rhyme I have. Thinking on it, I realize I haven't
eaten since breakfast and some blackwine might be just the thing
I need to get the creative juices flowing. I shoulder my cittern
and make my way to the cafe. If nothing else, the change of
scenery might help
cara
~nervously fussing about in the kitchen to the popular market
cafe, staring at my reflection in the mirror, touching up my
makeup, then doing a little pirouette before the mirror, not
overdressed wearing, beside my collar and belled anklets, only a
string tied around my waist, into which is thrust a narrow
rectangle of blue silk that hangs between my thighs when I
stand, offering a most precarious and limited modesty,
straightening up before the mirror, shoulders back, bare breasts
thrust out, my collar gleaming in the torchlight, the picture of
the slavegirl preparing to serve Masters and Mistresses~
Frode
Within a span of ehn, I am passing through the café entrance. It
is a slow night, as noted, and my favorite table just happens to
be free. I grab a seat there and hang my cittern across the back
of the chair - a subtle sing this singer is off-duty and not to
be engaged for a song just now. With that done, I glance around
to see which of the available slaves might be the first to come
try and tend to my needs.
cara
~sashays into the cafe itself with a swing of my womanly hips,
head up, shoulders back, boobs thrust out, the dangling strip of
blue silk swinging between my legs, my every step marked by the
jangle of the slave bells on my anklets...seeing there are
Masters and Mistresses present I sink to my knees to show proper
respect, curvy thighs pressed shut so as to not accidentally
offend any Mistress, I bend over, placing my forehead and palms
to the floor, blonde hair worn loose spilling about me, keeping
my head humbly down I offer a quiet~ greetings Masters and
Mistresses
Frode
I watch the grand display as you enter the room, prostrating
yourself before everyone. Well, apparently you get a show with
dinner tonight! I hold the witticism back, for the girl is
clearly trying to please and probably under orders to take it up
to 11, as it were. I merely nod to the nearly naked girl and
appreciate the aesthetics of the view. Yes, we'll go with that.
cara
~looking up in time to catch your eyes on me, smiles a little
nervously as I get to my feet and hurrying across to your table,
acutely aware that I am almost nude in my collar and anklets,
the strip of blue silk hanging between my thighs a tiny
concession to my modesty, cheeks hot as I feel your eyes roam
freely over my enslaved curves...slipping to my knees before
you, knees spread wide of course, the strip of blue silk pooling
on the floor between my thighs, sucking in my tummy and pulling
my shoulders back, lifting my small breasts and showing them off
to my best advantage, my treacherous nipples already swollen
long and thick, wrists crossed in the small of my back, the
sturdy steel collar locked on my neck gleams in the torchligh~
may cara be of service to Master this evening?
Frode
I can't help but chuckle at the girl's clear excitement as she
kneels before me. I wonder for a moment if it is my natural
charm inspiring such feelings or if she's a natural slut who
would be just as eager to display herself to any man? I suppose
it matters little, save my curiosity as to how famous (or
infamous) I may still be in the market after the incident with
the Physician throwing off her robes and swearing to be my slave
and the current troubles with the Panther girl.
"Oh, I am sure you might be, cara. But for now I merely require
a cup of black wine, sweetened with honey, and a bosk meat
patsy, if such a thing is freshly made. I believe Chubb the
Baker usually has them made to order."
cara
--: ~holding my slave position before you, very aware that
opening my thighs like this leaves me exposed and opened to you,
thank the Priest King I was allowed the strip of blue silk for
my modesty, slender shoulders back, breasts thrust out blatantly
offered to you, the flush of excitement spreading from my cheeks
over my throat and chest, brown nipples standing up nicely, I
couldn't help that being dresssed like this and serving excited
me in my collar, confirming the rightness of my
enslavement...nods listening~ black wine sweetened with
honey....and a patty of bosk meat, served in bread Master?
Frode
I nod to the girl. "That is it exactly. You may see to the other
patrons once you deliver my order. I won't require company while
I eat, though you are quite pleasing to look at."
cara
~nods acknowledging the qualified compliment, I would have been
quite distraught if you had said otherwise, after all the whole
point of my training was to try and make me as pleasing as
possible to the Free, why else did slaves exist?~ yes Master
~rising to my feet, brushing down the silk strip, I take a
backward step or two and then turn on my heel and saunter away,
walking as I have been trained, swining my hips and placing one
foot in front of the other, showing off my curvy thighs and
thick bottom, big and dimpled with a deep cleft, marked with the
dina brand burned into my left buttock, I knew girls with thick
asses were often selected for slavery, the ability to take
harder whippings and to more acutely pleasure Master's
cocks...resisting the temptation to look back over my shoulder
as I head into the kitchen, my big ass wobbling and bouncing
with each step~
Frode
I do watch that rounded ass as it vanishes in the distance,
thinking it's a shame you are waiting tables. A body like that
was meant to be displayed in a tavern and with the bells my mind
can't help but turn to thoughts of how well you might dance.
(That sis not a metaphor, for the record.)
cara
~passing on your food order to the kitchen slaves who get busy
frying a meat patty for you while I prepare the black wine,
setting the water to boil and then adding the precious ground
black beans, stirring them in and adding a generous dollop of
honey that I also stir in, the black wine steaming hot, by the
time I have finished the girls have grilled the patty and placed
it between two thick slices of this morning's bread, placing it
all on a small tray for me~
Frode
I look toward the kitchen, eager to see how the full-figured
girl returns with my meal. Well, I am hungry too, but given the
display she put on earlier, I suspect this will be one to watch.
cara
~reappears in the doorway from the kitchen, the tray clutched in
my hands, keeping my eyes humbly down I step between the tables
to yours, keeping my shouldes back to lift my breasts, my little
breasts jiggling, blonde hair trailing behind me, very conscious
of the weight and close clasp of the collar on my neck, my
narrow waist emphasising the wide sweep of my hips, my thighs
rubbing together with each step as I am way too curvy below the
waist to have a thigh gap, my thighs damp as I can't help but
juice like a slut under the eyes of a Free Man while serving in
such an abjectly submissive way...kneeling again to you, legs
trembling a little nervously, I place the tray with your food on
the table before you, then taking the cup of steaming black wine
in both hands I settle back on my heels to serve it properly to
you with the full ritual of the pleasure slave~
Frode
I nod approvingly as I take the offered cup and take a slow sip
from it. I nod approvingly. Just sweet enough to offset the
bitter edge of the rich drink, as I like it. "Well done, cara. I
have changed my mind, however. You may stay here, if no other
requires your service."
cara
~holding the cup in both hands I stay on my knees but bend
forward at the waist, feeling the slight weight of my small
breasts as they hang free from my chest, my slave clit tingling
in anticipating, keeping my blonde head down I push the cup
between my widely splayed thighs, pressing the strip of blue
silk hard against my smoothly shaven belly, a little gasp of
excitement at the touch...swallows, breathing faster...lifting
the cup I press it against the gentle swell of my belly and then
in turn to each thick swollen nipple, worshipping your cup with
my body...then finally to my plush lip, kissing the side of the
cup with the abandoned full open mouthed kiss of a collared
slut, eyes still down on the floor...then lifting the cup in
both hands to you blo9nde head down between my extended arms~
your blackwine Master..~releasing the cup to your hands then
settling back into my slave position, thighs wide, tummy sucked
in, breasts out, wrists crossed behind my back, my helpless slut
arousal plain from the state of my body...ashamed that I can be
so easily aroused but utterly unable to do anything about
it..glancing around seeing no other Free present I smile~
thankyou Master
Frode
I nod at the display and then motion to the blue silk that is
the only thing keeping you even modestly clothed. "But remove
that first. Unless your owner specifically forbid it?" A wicked
grin. I have no intention of making use of this girl as the gods
intended. But it is clear she needs some relief from her heat
and the scrap of silk seems to be hindering her circulation.
cara
~blushes hotter, no doubt Free women would have regarded the
slave strip as a disgusting garment but to me it was precious,
it was all I had to cover myself, but like any clothing I was
given whether or not I got to wear it was up to the Free, not
me...biting my lip I reach down at tug at the slip knot that
holds the string about my waist, when it comes loose I pull it
and the slave strip away, leavintg myself completely nude...a
little shiver as I adjust my pose, opening my knees as wide as I
can for Master, till the tendons inside my thighs go taught, the
pose not only displaying my pretty shaved labia to Master but
ensuring they part, exposing the pinker folds inside and the
swollen bump of my slave clit to his gaze, feeling the cool
night air on my exposed and opened private parts, I can't help
but clench inside at being exposed and opened like this in a
public place, my condition of slut arousal obvious from the
state of my clit and the dampness between my legs, looking up at
you, the collar heavy on my neck, my wrists crossed behind my
back, utterly defenseless, squirming on my knees berfore you~
Frode
I smile down at you, sipping my blackwine as I enjoy the sight
of your jiggling and squirming in place. "Much better, don't you
think?" I grin. Of course you can hardly disagree with me, but
still I ask the question.
cara
~swallows, my lips dry, unable to form a coherent sentence in
response, I was kneeling in a full Thentis nadu and there were
few positions better calculated to both expose a woman to the
Free and reinforce her slavery....licking my lips....very very
conscious that I am spread and opened for you, the slut juice
leaking from my opened slit onto my thighs, my breasts pushed
out, nipples achingly full...finally I find my voice~ yes...yes
Master....Master is very kind to let cara undress and kneel for
him....~biting my lip hard~
Frode
I nod, letting my eyes wander over you. "Indeed. And your owner
seems very cruel to leave a slut like you unused and waiting
tables when one like you would be better off dancing in a
tavern. Or luring patrons into the auctions on the platforms
over the entrance." A pause for another sip of the blackwine.
"Do you dance at all, girl? I think you have the legs and ass of
a fine dancer."
cara
~keeping my voice low~ cara's Master has her serve in a variety
of fashions Master, not wanting her to be idle when she could be
pleasing Masters and Mistresses.....~ seeing your eyes roam over
my blatantly exposed and prsented body, of course that was your
right, you were Free and as a slave every hort of my body was
now public, modesty not being a virtue for slaves....shakes my
head ruefully~ honestly cara is not a very good dancer Master
~but smiles gratefully at the compliment to my rump, I was very
self conscious about the size of my behind and compliments were
gratefully accepted~ cara has been trained to display and
perform floor movements for the Free though
Frode
I nod. "I think that may be because cara has not been given the
chance to try and dance. It is my experience that any woman can
dance with the proper motivation and it is clear you know how to
move your body already." I smile sadly. "Another night, I might
ask you to accompany me to the tavern and we could put you
through the paces. Alas, I haven't eaten all day. But perhaps
another time....?" I finally tuck into that patsy as I am
reminded of the meaty dish I had yet to touch while inspecting
the other meaty dish.
cara
~pouts in disappointment, kneeling opened like this of course
left me anxious to be pleasing, very pleasing, and of course i
had my own selfish interest in achieving some sort of release or
resolution of the terrible aching need my slavery, posing and
serving you creasted in my body...but as a slave I knew that all
decisions concerning my sexual relief were for Masters and
Mistresses, my superiors, to decide, squirming on my knees, my
breasts feel heavy and warm, my nipples and clit centres of
sensation, tingling and aching, completely out of bounds to my
fingers of course, my hips moving as i literally can't hold
myself still, little waves of excitement flowing through my
body, making me clench slave holes as I leak helplessly before
you....the scent of my wet belly strong in the air...the Free
had done this to me...stripped me of my clothes and freedome,
turning me into just another helpless slut, biting my lip again,
not looking forward to another night locked in my kennel
squirming in frustration~ cara would be delighted to accompany
Master to the tavern and show her how she has been trained to
please....
Frode
I raise an eyebrow at that. "And your Master will not object to
that?"
cara
~shakes my head~ no, provided cara is not taken out of the city
and provided her use fee is paid if Master puts her to use that
is....
Frode
I nod, marveling again at who could let a beast like this go
unused. "Another night then, pretty cara. Please get me a refill
on my black wine and dress yourself.... after you reach the
kitchen." I grin wickedly, thinking you will relish the chance
to walk across the room naked, displaying your slave flesh. I
suspect the other men in the room will enjoy it as well.
cara
yes Master ~holding the string and slave strip loosely in one
hand I stand before you, posing for a moment, feet shoulder
width apart, knees slightly flexed to open my thighs, showing
off my plump labia and the pretty shaved slave slit nestled
between my thighs, the dampness inside my thighs obvious,
breasts rising and falling with my excited breathing...I suppose
not being allowed my slave strip made only a little difference
to my exposure to the Free but it meant a lot to me....turning
and sauntering away, arching my back to thrust my big bottom
out, swinging my hips, I knew my big ass with its deep cleft was
a standing invitation to Masters to either punish me for my
sluttiness or to take ruthless advantage of the availability of
my slave holes....disappearing into the kitchen~
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