Slave Market Visit
I couldn’t sleep last night. Tossing and turning, my mind inevitably turned to my favourite subject: Sex! I reached down and felt the thrill of pleasure as my fingers settled on my cunt and rubbed gently around my clit. As my body responded, my mind raced and launched into one of my recurring fantasies – a slave market visit.
It’s 1821. Emily is a spoiled English aristocrat whose husband is taking her on a European tour. He has interests in North Africa and we make a detour to the Barbary Coast. I remain alone as a guest in a merchant’s house while my husband goes inland to conduct business.
Exploring The Souk… Slave Market Visit
I have most of our cash money and a small retinue of servants. My host invites me to see the local city under his protection. We visit the souk. It’s fascinating – full of winding streets, noise, bustle, and exotic smells, but there is one street that he refuses to take me down.
“That leads to the slave market, my Lady. It’s not a place you should visit.” I insist and pay him generously. We enter a dungeon-like building. “This is where rich women can buy men, my Lady…” I choose from a line of shackled slaves and take him into a private room. It’s important to dominate slaves from the very first moment. I walk straight up to him and slap him hard across the face. “GET ON YOUR KNEES!” He drops immediately to his knees, shackles clinking. I grab him by the hair, pulling his head from side to side while studying him in the flickering lamplight.
Paying For Cock
“You filthy heathen, how DARE you look at me?” I slap him again and then spit directly into his face. Happy that I’m in control, I order my slave to stand. “Show me your cock, you maggot”. Completely humiliated, he pulls out his penis and looks shamefacedly at the stone floor. His dick is bigger than I hoped for and – despite his shame – is already half erect.
Slaves aren’t allowed erections unless I say so. I suddenly slash down with my riding crop, hard enough to hurt him, but not hard enough to put him out of action completely… The slave yelps and cringes, so I order him to kneel again. This time the crop strikes his back and shoulders as I hit him at least twenty times. I ponder whether he should be fisted for fun but decide against it – for now.
High On Power
Certain that he’s utterly broken and compliant, I stand in front of him, lifting my skirt and petticoats. I thrust my pussy towards his face. “I want you to push your tongue deep inside and keep it there. Don’t try to lick me and don’t even try to breathe!” The slave is shocked, but clearly aroused, as am I – and I’m so thankful for my slave market visit today.
His lips press against mine and I feel his tongue go all the way into my wet cunt. The stubble on his chin rubs against my soft skin as I grasp him by the back of his head and crudely order him to go deeper and fuck me with his tongue. He jerks his head backwards and forwards, straining and trying to breathe through his nose. My juices cover his face.
As he tongue fucks me, I lash his back with my crop and smother him aggressively with my pussy. Despite my skill with the whip, I can feel the slave tiring. I kick him away and order him to lie on his back as he collapses on the cold flagstones and gasps for air.
I quickly lower myself onto his hard cock and straddle him like a horse. All I care about is my own pleasure, of course and I slap, scratch and curse him as I ride him to orgasm! He was good, but not good enough to keep. I’ll certainly be making another slave market visit. After all, there are plenty more where he came from…
EMILY
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