Slave girl papers

(12/11/23 08:37:23 am)

Randlvar
|MpG-PoD|

-- Is in the cafe within the Market Square, a lovely little eatery with various food, drink, and baked goodies--
says to ALL: Some of his business dealings concluded he would find a seat in the cafe after having sent word for his girl to be brought to him. Ordering a drink and once delivered he would have a taste of mead while surveying those nearby. Relaxing for a time.

(12/11/23 08:58:07 am)

....La Vie En Rose....
One {Randlvar}MPG | Restricted | PoD

-- Is in the cafe within the Market Square, a lovely little eatery with various food, drink, and baked goodies--
says to Randlvar |MpG-PoD| : As the leash was tugged, the beautiful slave girl with long, flowing chocolate hair moved gracefully through the bustling market square, drawing the attention of passersby. The guard, who had been watching her for some time, led One into the cozy and bustling market cafe, a familiar destination for both of them. The guard's grip on the leash was firm but gentle as if recognizing the delicate nature of the slave girl. Despite the unusual sight, the pair moved through the market square with an air of familiarity and ease, as if they had been doing this for quite some time. This time, however, she was led inside to see her Master sitting at a table drinking mead and relaxing. One's eyes widened and powdery blue eyes danced with pleasure as she was unleashed from the guard and sent forward. The smile lifted and her cheeks glowed with a soft rosy pink. "My Master," she said, finding comfort in kneeling at your side while revealing all the intimate parts of her body to you. Her chin lifted and her arms swept behind the small of her back. This simple movement revealed her soft breasts from behind the veil of dark hair.

(12/11/23 09:03:12 am)

Randlvar
|MpG-PoD|

-- Is in the cafe within the Market Square, a lovely little eatery with various food, drink, and baked goodies--
says to ....La Vie En Rose.... : There's nothing that equate to that of a slave girl that revels in the power she wields in her collar. Especially the one that is brought to him and as you posture so wantonly there's an extension of a hand where calloused digits would turn and the back of his fingers would caress your cheek. "hello one" hooking his thumb beneath your chin and light pressure then applied so that it follows and lifts. His gaze to drink in that of the blue it counters before moving down. Exploring all that is displayed, checking to ensure that all is right with the beauty that wears his steel.

(12/11/23 09:10:02 am)

....La Vie En Rose....
One {Randlvar}MPG | Restricted | PoD

-- Is in the cafe within the Market Square, a lovely little eatery with various food, drink, and baked goodies--
says to Randlvar |MpG-PoD| : As the gentle caress of a familiar hand graced her skin, she felt her body soften and relax. The sensation was comforting, like a warm embrace that enveloped her entirely. She turned her gaze upward, following the subtle hooking of a thumb, and obediently tilted her chin in response. The movement felt almost involuntary as if her body knew exactly what to do in the presence of that touch. It was a moment of pure trust and surrender, a moment in which she was content to be completely vulnerable and open to whatever may come next. She felt you assessing her and her inner thighs tensed in response as she did her best to remain still. The curves of her heels dug into her buttocks as she remained present and revealed to you and your desires. Had you seen her backside, it had mostly healed except for a few ribbons of pink that lay across her porcelain flesh. Otherwise, she remained entirely untouched, unmarked, and untainted.

(12/11/23 09:17:56 am)

Randlvar
|MpG-PoD|

-- Is in the cafe within the Market Square, a lovely little eatery with various food, drink, and baked goodies--
says to ....La Vie En Rose.... : The crowd within the cafe boisterous with drinks being enjoyed and slave flesh as well but at his table it is silence that reigns. His thumb would leave your chin and trail downward without a word to be uttered at first, the soft flesh that warms his skin similar to silk but just above the collar his fingers would then fan. The rough of his hand to tighten around the slender of your throat, slowly it closes so that with the denial of your breaths he would feel how intense the pulse becomes beneath. But a few ihn you're denied those precious life sustaining inhales before he eases his grip but keeps his hand held , there. "Do you deserve the whip?" He would then ask suddenly.

(12/11/23 09:32:03 am)

....La Vie En Rose....
One {Randlvar}MPG | Restricted | PoD

-- Is in the cafe within the Market Square, a lovely little eatery with various food, drink, and baked goodies--
says to Randlvar |MpG-PoD| : Her throat felt the crushing of your hands, and she suddenly flushed and afraid. Delicate fingers drew upwards, wrapping around your wrist. At first, she meant to pull at your hands to remove them from her neck so she could collect the free air around her. She would shake her head repeatedly because she did not wish for the whip, but she had no way of managing if she deserved it or not. She wholeheartedly did not wish to be beaten again, not after the last time and not after the pain she experienced. She wanted to say "No, my Master," but she couldn't get out the words as you held and controlled the slave girl's breath.

(12/11/23 09:38:21 am)

Randlvar
|MpG-PoD|

-- Is in the cafe within the Market Square, a lovely little eatery with various food, drink, and baked goodies--
says to ....La Vie En Rose.... : The fear seems to permeate from your pores in the moment and his fingers would move from your throat to instead curl about the collar where he lifts you to his lap. Claiming a kiss roughly as your naught but a small and intoxicating mix of limbs and spirit but before you can get settled he would then spin you around and drop you across his lap. Letting you stare at the floor as his hands rest to the sudden exposure of your ass. " Did I mention that I missed this?" Without warning he would then run a finger along your sex while feeling the gazes of a few onlookers. But then they lose interest just as quickly, except possibly a few envious free women.

(12/11/23 09:44:57 am)

....La Vie En Rose....
One {Randlvar}MPG | Restricted | PoD

-- Is in the cafe within the Market Square, a lovely little eatery with various food, drink, and baked goodies--
says to Randlvar |MpG-PoD| : The strength of men would never cease to amaze her. She was small and susceptible to the strength of them that when her collar was hooked and the kiss was claimed, she could not help but submit to your wants. The freedom to breathe was replaced by the claiming of a kiss. Her heart raced, fear taking hold as you spun her about and dropped her to lay across your lap, her buttocks exposed and her hair dangling over the side of your leg. She wiggled momentarily, trying to find a comfortable way for her stomach to lay across the table of your thighs. Her arms were loose and flowing along the side of her hair as it waterfalled over. There was a soft moan as the finger moved against her silky sex. She could hardly handle the touch as it had been several days since you had last been in her. Being naked and vulnerable to free men was just as difficult as being touched. The soft girl would feel her toes curling as she moved her thighs apart even further, welcoming her Master's touch, knowing she would only be touched like this by him. This made her more accepting of the pressure felt gainst the moistening lips.

(12/11/23 09:50:18 am)

Randlvar
|MpG-PoD|

-- Is in the cafe within the Market Square, a lovely little eatery with various food, drink, and baked goodies--
says to ....La Vie En Rose.... : From fear to a vulnerability that calls to the more primitive of desires but he would reach with his one hand over to the table and grab his tankard. Taking a drink of his mead but even as abit spills from the corner of his lips, his other hand is still there to those folds that peek from beneath the globes of your ass. A single digit would run along your slit before pushing within that tight sheath and curl. Inward it would press to those satiny walls only to then pull back. Coaxing, stroking and demanding those inner fires to begin to rage, such a wanton slut he has found you can be. A beautiful and submissive prize worthy of his attentions.

(12/11/23 09:55:31 am)

....La Vie En Rose....
One {Randlvar}MPG | Restricted | PoD

-- Is in the cafe within the Market Square, a lovely little eatery with various food, drink, and baked goodies--
says to Randlvar |MpG-PoD| : One of her toes, pointed, would rise upwards as it bent at the knee in response to the finger probing her inner sanctum. It had been days since she had been touched like so and she could feel her mind drifting to velvet when you pushed inward, filling the space, and causing her body to move as though the heat was beginning to take over. Well, it was. She couldn't help herself, in front of all the people at the cafe, to be so relaxed with the touch of her Master. You had been gone so many days and it was possible she would never see these people ever again, or maybe she would? The breath that came was one that promised pleasure as it was a sigh of relief followed by a soft "oh" as you stroked the inner walls of her womanhood. "Please, my Master. I missed you. Please take me to your room. Kiss your slave girl. Let her pleasure you, my Master," she pleaded this because she was eager and needy of your attention.

(12/11/23 10:01:02 am)

Randlvar
|MpG-PoD|

-- Is in the cafe within the Market Square, a lovely little eatery with various food, drink, and baked goodies--
says to ....La Vie En Rose.... : The pleas of a slave girl join in with the other voices that fill the cafe and swept away with the breeze that runs thru with the arrival or departure of some. But to his ears they are musical as it is unequivical and his wrist rotates so that he can strike upon that hidden spot while introducing a second digit to your slickening sex. Enjoying the way your ass body begins to tense then relax but mostly it is the pleas of his slave that he is honed in on. Learning you , even in these most vulnerable of moments.

(12/11/23 10:09:39 am)

....La Vie En Rose....
One {Randlvar}MPG | Restricted | PoD

-- Is in the cafe within the Market Square, a lovely little eatery with various food, drink, and baked goodies--
says to Randlvar |MpG-PoD| : She gripped your leg tightly, squeezing it as if that would give her some relief; however, it reminded her that you were exactly where you wished to be while she remained folded over your lap like a doll eager to be played with. Her hips moved, pressing into your thigh, and she would turn her head to the side, pressing her face into the side of our calve muscle. Inward, you would stroke, taunting her with pleasures to come. She would push back against your invading hand until a strike came down, causing her to moan while pleasure and pain mixed into increased enjoyment. Not long ago, she had worn the blue garments of a High Caste scribe, and now she lay vulnerable to you, naked and joyously pleading with you to take her into your arms and use her for your pleasure. You'd feel the hot breath from her mouth pulse against the fabric covering your legs. Kissing, she would lay her little kisses all over your calve muscle until pleasure started to take place of any form of embarrassment.

(12/11/23 10:17:58 am)

Randlvar
|MpG-PoD|

-- Is in the cafe within the Market Square, a lovely little eatery with various food, drink, and baked goodies--
says to ....La Vie En Rose.... : So slow his fingers would plunge into the heat, stroking and enticing with each inward drive before easing back out with his knuckles to keep those inner thighs parted. Affording him a generous view of your sex while his thumb then strokes your clit. An assault of your flesh, one of which he finds your responses to be marvelous and he would then speak plainly. "Did you say something one?" Even going so far as to lean slightly as if to offer you his ear better. Of course given that you're forced to be looking at the floor it might be unseen, the smile that then appears.

(12/11/23 10:31:10 am)

....La Vie En Rose....
One {Randlvar}MPG | Restricted | PoD

-- Is in the cafe within the Market Square, a lovely little eatery with various food, drink, and baked goodies--
says to Randlvar |MpG-PoD| : She gasped while trying to coax herself into a calm, but there was no calm as she remained poised on her Master's lap, her sex and buttocks exposed to the elements and touch of her Master. It was a horrific thing to experience, being spread and shared to the world of cafe goers while her Master's fingers glided into her as though she were not more than a table topic up for discussion. One could feel the sweat on the nape of her neck as she was pushed deeper into a place where she may abandon any proclivity for what is proper. Still, her little toes curled as you questioned her words. Had she said words? She could not remember as she was floating on a cloud of pleasure yet raged with embarrassment as she sunk against you. Her firm, full breasts smashed against the side of your thigh. She gripped you tightly now, and her pleas continued to sing your praises. "My Master, please, you slave girl begs for mercy. Please take her to your room. Let One show you how much see missed you, my Master," she said, nearly weeping while the thumb pressed against her clit, sending her into a frenzy of heated desire. It was not fair that you could do this to her publicly, but she would not wish for it any other way. She, One, was a natural slave, and this was precisely what her heart desired.

(12/11/23 10:44:32 am)

Randlvar
|MpG-PoD|

-- Is in the cafe within the Market Square, a lovely little eatery with various food, drink, and baked goodies--
says to ....La Vie En Rose.... : Again your body to beg and it matches the pleas that now entertain his ears and with it he would pull his fingers from your sex and gently place you to the ground. Coming to stand he would then look down at your beautiful and needy self with a smirk visible. "Come Mine. I have something that I should see to immediatly" And before you can even consider that you might be allowed to heel of your own he then attaches the leash to your collar before turning and walking from the cafe. His footfalls are slow on purpose, as his stride is much greater than yours. Leading you not towards the Inn however but instead along one of the adjoining streets.

(12/11/23 10:50:30 am)

....La Vie En Rose....
One {Randlvar}MPG | Restricted | PoD

-- Is in the cafe within the Market Square, a lovely little eatery with various food, drink, and baked goodies--
says to Randlvar |MpG-PoD| : There was an immediate moan of yearning when your fingers moved from her, allowing the feeling of no longer feeling full to consume her. Somewhat dazed by the pleasure, she found herself shaking as she drew up to her full height of 5'2" as you leashed her and took her toward an unknown destination. She hoped with all of her being, you were taking her back to the inn where she could feel the battering ram of your cock take her to pleasured heights, but the nude, sexually alive slave girl followed you to a street she had meandered more than once while you had been absent. The chocolate-haired beauty followed with unwavering obedience behind her Master toward an undisclosed location. She was grateful you had slowed down, allowing her to keep up lest she have to run and keep up with your full stride, she imagined. "Where are we going, my Master?" she asked as she glanced toward the inn longingly as you passed by the structure.

(12/11/23 10:57:25 am)

Randlvar
|MpG-PoD|

-- Is within the slave house, adjacent to the Magistrate's office. The market slaves are housed and trained here until they are ready to be sold. --
says to ....La Vie En Rose.... : The streets are busied and during our walk he would lead you past several businesses and too the array of vendors. Every single one eager to help empty the coin pouches of those that are here to find something but the coin he will separate from today has a designated purpose and with the slack taken from the leash and his perusal of those shops he would finally spy the one that he's most interested. He would speak then while his knuckles rap against the door of the slaver that handles the Market's affairs. "I have no doubt you would bring me many coins" He doesn't turn to see the affect his words have on you. Choosing instead to wait for the Slaver to appear and he does shortly with the door swinging open and him standing there in the colors of his caste. A quick and jovial welcome and you're being led within.

(12/11/23 11:05:37 am)

....La Vie En Rose....
One {Randlvar}MPG | Restricted | PoD

-- Is within the office of the Magistrate. The room was sparsely decorated, a contrast to the normally flamboyant style of Jasper Delacroix --
says to Randlvar |MpG-PoD| : Had she not been pleasing enough? Had she not responded as you had wished? These were all concerns she had as she was led inside the slave house where she knew the market slaves were housed and trained until they were placed on the block. Of course, when you mentioned that she would bring you many coins, what little body hair she had stood on end as goosebumps spread across her body. The dark-haired beauty trembled, most definitely affected by the threat of being sold. Inward, she walked with you and the slaver who proudly boasted his colors for all to see. To One, he reminded her of a snake of sorts. He was bright and colorful, eye-catching, but one of the most dangerous beings on Gor. His business was in the bodies and pleasure of women, and One knew, by just the way he looked upon her, that he found of her some interest. She could smell the scent of leather and strew throughout the facility, but the smell was a bit more masculine within his chambers. It was a place where he did business with men like yourself. Thus, Gor's comforts would be at your fingertip, should you ask. Immediately, she would move behind you, perhaps closer than when she was in the outside world. She wanted to reach out and find comfort in your touch, but she was an obedient girl and reminded with her hands at her sides, awaiting her fate.

(12/11/23 11:11:40 am)

Randlvar
|MpG-PoD|

-- Is within the slave house, adjacent to the Magistrate's office. The market slaves are housed and trained here until they are ready to be sold. --
says to ....La Vie En Rose.... : "I've come to conduct some business" he would explain as the clean cut and clean shaven man would stand there within his domain. The cries of slave girls and a whip being branished can be heard from the back of his establishment and he chuckles while moving away only to close the door that leads elsewhere. More than likely where slaves are being readied for their up and coming auctions however as he folds his hands at his front and again is invested in perhaps the coin to be made. "This slave" still speaking it is then that the leash is pulled out and to my left to bring you around and to his attention. "I want branded" With it being simply stated the Slaver then regards you and even steps forward to take the offered handle of the leash. His inspection is of one who is accustomed to handling even the most unruly of barbarians but he is rather impressed with what he finds in you. "A dina is what I choose, make sure the mark is clean or I'll expect two slaves in return with her."

(12/11/23 11:18:19 am)

....La Vie En Rose....
One {Randlvar}MPG | Restricted | PoD

-- Is within the office of the Magistrate. The room was sparsely decorated, a contrast to the normally flamboyant style of Jasper Delacroix --
says to Randlvar |MpG-PoD| : The jerk of the leash moved her to the forefront, and the delicate woman who seemed like she wore the name Dina herself stood before you, but her buttocks pressed back against the solid frame of your body. "Branded?" she asked, quiet enough to know it was, but after a moment, she recognized that you would mark her as an animal. When she was handed over to the Slaver, she would look back over her shoulder toward you, unsure if you had made the right decision handing her off to the market's slaver, who would now see that she wore the dina. But where? Where would he mark her? Would it be the abdomen, the thigh, or even the curve of her bottom? "Will it hurt, Master?" she asked the Slaver as she became nervous and afraid. There was even a moment she pulled back on the collar as the Slaver moved forward.

(12/11/23 11:28:37 am)

Randlvar
|MpG-PoD|

-- Is within the slave house, adjacent to the Magistrate's office. The market slaves are housed and trained here until they are ready to be sold. --
says to ....La Vie En Rose.... : As you try and come back to him, he would then deliver a swift spank to your ass before thrusting you towards the man who holds the leash. That hand reeling the leash as though you're dangling on the end of a fishing line and a prized catch to be had. Something that has a grin spread to your owners features and he continues to speak to the Slaver who has now set about roughly running his hands along either of your thighs and wherever else that amuses him. In this he would be permitted so long as he follows the rules of your enslavement. " Left hip, so that it cant be concealed when I permit her to wear dancing silks." The Slaver would nod and he would lead you away but only to secure you to the branding rack before he would return to finish learning of the details that your owner has. Coin being pressed to a palm and soon enough the man would join you in the room away from where Randlvar remains.

The Slaver would test the straps that encircle your wrists and then the ones about your legs. Speaking without any sign of emotion as this is but business to him as he turns to set the branding iron within the fire. "your owner has decided you're not permitted something to bite down on. He finds it a kindness that you be allowed to scream" In it, you might possibly hear that he does in fact enjoy that he's not going to put a piece of leather or a stick between your teeth.

(12/11/23 11:46:29 am)

....La Vie En Rose....
One {Randlvar}MPG | Restricted | PoD

-- Is within the office of the Magistrate. The room was sparsely decorated, a contrast to the normally flamboyant style of Jasper Delacroix --
says to Randlvar |MpG-PoD| : Despite her reservations, she found herself succumbing to the lure of the unknown and following a path that she had previously deemed unwise. Despite her initial reluctance, she was intrigued by the possibility of what lay ahead and allowed herself to be pulled along the unfamiliar path. She had never watched a slave girl be branded before slavery. It was beneath her station as a free woman and something that she had never witnessed until she watched many branding occur in the North - other than her own. As the Slaver allowed his hands to follow here, there, or anywhere really, she would let out a soft moan. It was the moan of an aroused woman being handled much like an animal until a coin was exchanged. In a dreamlike state, she was gathered and ensnared by straps. One could not move, not even with all of her might, which was not a lot to begin with. "I am a little afraid, Master," she said as her breathing became more spastic while she tried once more to free herself. "I do not like pain," she admitted and hoped she could somehow placate the slaver to appeal to her fears and be kinder to her.

The petite girl strained against the straps yet again and she looked upwards as though she might find a solution to free herself from the slaver's hold. But, women like One were meant to be softer, smaller, and prey to men like the Slaver. The more she fought, the wider his grin grew and he found it quite pleasant that he would get to hear her scream when she was forced to wear the iron-kissed design of the dina. "Please Master, please make it pretty," she said, in her own vanity. She did not want to degrade her value if she must wear such a thing designating her the lowest of slave girls - a dina girl.

(12/11/23 11:54:21 am)

Randlvar
|MpG-PoD|

-- Is within the slave house, adjacent to the Magistrate's office. The market slaves are housed and trained here until they are ready to be sold. --
says to ....La Vie En Rose.... : An appraising gaze once more to rove over that of restrained beauty and he cups your sex only to find that you're in fact heated. Something that brings him even more enjoyment in this as he tastes of you from a finger lightly coated in your nectar. Not daring to have penetrated your heat lest he be challenged and his particular skillset isn't of swords but instead slaves. He would then turn and check on the brazier where he pulls on his gloves and grips the iron. Tapping it against the side so that ash may fall from it before seeing it is in fact white hot and then turning to press it to the unblemished skin of your left hip. Counting those few seconds internally as the scent of your burnt flesh fills the room then cleanly it is pulled away.

(12/11/23 12:03:05 pm)

....La Vie En Rose....
One {Randlvar}MPG | Restricted | PoD

-- Is within the office of the Magistrate. The room was sparsely decorated, a contrast to the normally flamboyant style of Jasper Delacroix --
says to Randlvar |MpG-PoD| : "Wait, Master, please, no, please, wait," she said, thinking she could hinder the inevitable as it was brought nearer to her left thigh. She arched forward but did not move as the heated brand pressed into her flesh, marking her as property to be bought or sold as her Master pleased. A scream poured into the air after the first hiss claimed her porcelain thigh. The left would then become its home - a dina flower, delicate and marked in an angry red no more than an inch and a half tall or wide. It was a pitiful scream, one that started with fear and ended with pain. The sobs came, and tears spilled down her cheeks, reddening the already flushed features. The pain was jolting, and the smell made her want to throw up, but nothing would come up as she heaved momentarily and panted. She had never felt so alive or afraid. The brand pulsed where it had landed, and she could feel all of her body twisting and aching to get away. Delicate fingers twisted and pulsed into fists as she tried her best to manage the pain without sedatives or salve. The scent of her burnt flesh still lingered in the air, reminding her that the pain she felt was because a branding iron had cut into her unblemished flesh that now housed a perfectly erotic dina.

(12/11/23 12:08:20 pm)

Randlvar
|MpG-PoD|

-- Is within the slave house, adjacent to the Magistrate's office. The market slaves are housed and trained here until they are ready to be sold. --
says to ....La Vie En Rose.... : The cry is like music to his ears and it draws your owner to the door of the room where he leans against the entrance and holds you within his gaze. Finding you to be even more beautiful as those tears fall and dampen your cheeks with the scent of your contribution to the Slavers establishment. But then as the Slaver returns the iron to the brazier he would then turn to Randlvar of which he would receive an approving nod and few words. "A very nice brand Slaver, please continue" And in that the Slaver would then turn for a nearby table where a few tools of implement are there for his trade. Choosing a long and thin needle where he then grabs a pair of simple steel hoops. He would return to the rack and caution you of moving as he then pierces one and then the other ear of which he then steps away so that he can show his work off proudly to your owner.