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begsuse -> A Vacation to Hell (3/15/2011 12:47:54 PM)
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[:)]I served the man placing the drink at his right hand side placing it carefully on the large round wooden table. He did not acknowledge me but petted the Doberman sitting at his feet. Stepping back I went to stand to one side until I was required. The room was dim and the four men at the table were drinking heavily. Smoke filled the air. The food they’d been served was shared with the dogs that chewed ravenously. The dogs and I wore the same brown leather collar, posture collars which kept the head looking forward and up. I had hated wearing it at first. It chafed and my neck was sore. When I had tried to remove it I was chastised with a slap and told it was not my property to touch. I quickly learned to keep my hands away and am now used to it, turning my whole body to look from side to side and bend from the waist when I am serving. It also had another purpose, a leash can be attached and i can then be secured or walked around shown of as the leash holder wishes. More often I am made to crawl on all fours and am frequently told the dogs are more valuable than me. To all of this I am to respond Yes Master, Thank you Master.
I should be alert, anticipating the men’s needs but the hour and the warm dimmed room makes me sleepy I am not allowed to lean against the wall, that would show disrespect and I would be beaten. The first time is always the worst...they had laughed as they told me this, stick in hand. I had cowered from the blows curling into a ball as small as I could crying and begging them to stop, hands covering my head and promising then I would do anything they wanted so long as the beating stopped. Remembering this I stand straighter and blink hard to try to wake myself.
A click of fingers sees me rushing to the table. Yes Master? I ask... He indicates his empty glass with a gesture from his large gnarled hands...I had often wondered how this beast of a man who had everything done for him had managed to look like a farmworker...weather beaten and uncouth...until one of the other girls told me the men we served were of the land..had worked it with their own hands until their new profession proved more lucrative, allowing them to live as they did.
I poured a drink and was about to step back when he made a sign with his hand. I knew the meaning and silently and quickly assumed the position he wanted. Legs apart bent over the table arms flat to the table and looking ahead. He said something in his native African tongue to the others and they laughed. One stood up and came around to stand at the side of the seated man directly behind me. I braced myself as I heard the man loosen his belt. The room was becoming noisy and there was much hilarity, I suspected it was at my expense.
The first blow of the Masters belt is always a shock. My body jolted and I let out a small cry of pain. The reaction was a natural response but these men wanted their slaves in total silence. A gag, a ring gag I now know them to be was placed in my mouth and tightly secured. I was patted on the cheek and the Master laughed.
Words I did not understand were being bantered about... but I was so tired I did not try to understand any of the words I had picked up from being around them. The table had a series of holes artfully crafted, it seems time and experience had taught them what was required.. and through these holes in an arrangement of leather and buckles my arms were secured. This was my first time in this position..I had seen the other girls stretched over the table and secured and then we were made to leave the room.
The man kicked at my ankles spreading them wider... and a spreader was locked in place, a few ratchet sounds widened me more exposing me to their gaze and the seated man roughly fingered me. He slapped my bottom hard a few times then equally as rough forced two fingers into my ass. I winced biting on the gag and my thoughts went back to how I had got into this predicament.
my first attempt at writing..
should the story continue?
The Argument from Intimidation is a confession of intellectual impotence.[:)]
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