The rituals are exacting and absolute.

And this tavern adds complexity.

It makes my head swim.

A free person comes in.

They select a serving slave or slaves and are brought to a table.

The slave then walks to the table

The walk itself must be seductive.

(I have already been corrected several times for not walking seductively.)

The slave kneels in Nadu by the first free at the table.

“Master/Mistress how may this slave please you?”

The free make their orders.

No notes can be taken.

(Yes I’ve been corrected for getting orders wrong as well.)

If they order paga then included in the price of the drink is the slaves use.

A table of five , three men and two women, all ordered paga. As I said exhausting.

(Since the festival is GE (Gorean Evolved) women can use slaves in the tavern too)

An added feature in this tavern is selecting your cup.

You may have a dragon or a serpent.

The cups are stored in full view of the customers.

Dragon cups are kept on very high shelves.

Serpent cups on the bottom.

“Paga in a dragon, beast.”

“Paga in a dragon, yes Mistress.”

“Paga in a serpent.”

“Paga in a serpent, yes Master.”

I walk to the cup area and bend at the waist, my back to the free . The tunic I wear rides up revealing everything.

I stand on tip toe, straining. My body stretching to get a dragon cup from the top shelf.

No cups are stored in easy reach.

After I get the drinks I return to the table for the exacting serve.

I pick up the dragon cup in two hands.

I hold it before my belly and then press it in, then raise the cup to my chest. I then raise it to my mouth and brush the tip with my lips. I turn the cup so where I brushed my lips is the opposite side and raise both arms and lower my head.

“Mistress, may this bring you pleasure as this slave hopes to please you.”

Then I must wait. Some free like to make you wait until my arms are trembling.

Serving a single table can take hours.

Especially if they all buy paga.

(Most do.)

One Master scandalized his table because he didn’t want to wait for an alcove to be available and he fucked me right there.

The tavern Master wasn’t pleased and corrected me in the center of the room with his whip as a lesson to the other slaves to not let that happen again.

In the early morning after the customers have gone the slaves are brought to a troth with head and hand stocks attached. The leftovers and peels and roots are poured into the troth. We are given a few minutes to eat. Then each slave is locked in a kennel to sleep for a few hours.

Breakfast is the same.

Then back to serving.

Walking one foot directly in front of the other makes the hips swing. The more the hips move the more free consider your walk seductive.

As soon as I learned this more customers wanted my services. I become busy all day and .night.

Many enjoyed my under the table services.

The tavern master did not whip me for that.

Free men and women enjoyed how red my face gets as they talk to their friends as I orally please them.

“How much to whip you?” The man asks. He is a short bald man with glasses

“Master,” I say smiling, I touch his cheek gently and look into his eyes, “why would you want to whip this slave when this slave can bring you so much pleasure? Come Master.”

I take him to an alcove and serve him for free.

Later the Tavern Master grabs me. The little man is with him. He doesn’t say a word and binds me to a large wooden X on the stage.

The small man pays him. A lot of bills change hands. The Tavern Master hands the little man a large whip. The poor free barely knows how to use it.

The whip hurts but it is not mind altering.

When the small man is done he walks up to me and says “I wanted to watch you writhe in pain.”

“Yes Master.” I say thinking that’s it.

Another man pays. The way he looks at me.

He knows how to use a whip.

I writhe under his lashes.

Each hit clears my head of any thought but pain.

Before he is done I need to be gagged.

I sag in my bonds.

Then a woman pays and is handed the whip.

Several customers enjoy watching me twist as they lash my body.

When there are no more customers I’m still left bound to the X.

Later I’m told that on the board whipping me is listed as a special.

That night my Master is paid a lot of money.

I forget myself and ask how much.

“Curiosity is not becoming in a kijarus.” Is the answer.

He doesn’t ask.

He sets a price and the English man accepts.

He unlocks the collar and the English man immediately places a thick collar on my neck. He removes a shiny black piece of metal and the collar get smaller and clicks. Magnets?

He locks another band around the base of my balls. It has a leash . He leads me out of the tavern by that leash.

He has salt and pepper hair and a bushy mustache and a thick beard. He wears a tweed suit. He is almost as tall as me and since he is wearing shoes , right now taller. I guess late fifties but he is so handsome. Age has given him a small gut but he carries it well.

The tavern manager pauses so tweed suit quotes a ridiculous fee.

He wants privacy and walks me on the leash two rows over to where there are tents for rent.

He binds me and whips me first. His brown eyes savoring every bit of pain he gives me.

Then his cane to the soles of my feet. I cry and he smiles.

He holds me and comforts me and shows me how excited he is. I take him in my mouth and he pulls away and flips me on my belly. He enters me hard and slow. One hand on the leash the other on my hip. He moves so hard and slow that I’m barely breathing.

Without warning he painfully bites my neck. His teeth sinking into me causing ripples of pain… and pleasure.

I feel helpless and lost in his arms.

I don’t struggle.

I surrender.

I feel him swell.

He speeds up

Drops the leash

And grabs my nipples and twists as he pulls on them.

I say over and over

“Yes Master

Yes Master

Yes Master.”

After he holds me.

My head is on his chest

I can hear his heart beat.

I belong to another

She starts squirming and trying to pull away from the overstimulation.

My Master pulls out of her with a wet ‘pop’ and chuckles.

He pushes my head into her and says ‘Make the pony cum again.”

I suck hard and fast on her clit and feel a breeze just above my head.

“Quickly, slave. Make the beast cum again.”

“5”

He slashes the air above my head again.

“4”

I feel wind from what must be a whippy cane by my right side.

“3”

Left side, so close I pause, scared.

“2”

The cane strikes my back at my shoulders.

The pain makes me cry out and let go of the clit.

“1”

My Master uses the whippy cane all over me.

Hitting fresh cane marks and making me scream in pain.

People pause to look.

I see lots of eyes on me and despite being beaten.

Despite the pain.

My cock gets hard at the humiliation.

Being whipped so all can see.

My face burns as red as my back.

The blush spreading to my neck and chest.

He walks in front of me and smiles at my hard cock.

“Poor beast,” he says condescendingly “so excited. I know just the thing.”

He pulls me close and thrusts out his cock for me to lick clean.

I taste Onyx on his cock and keep licking. He half heartedly fucks my mouth and throat occasionally as I clean him and then pushes me back.

Pulling up his pants he reattached Onyx to the traces of his cart next to the other pony of the same name.

He yanks my leash and attaches it to the back of the cart.

His cock pokes at me and finally pushes against my inner right thigh.

He moves in closer pressing his sweaty body into mine so I can’t move.

His cock feels gigantic as it rubs against my leg.

I can feel him shudder as he rubs against me over and over.

My own cock grows hard as the other not quite as helpless pony takes his pleasure any way he can.

In the distance I can hear my Master chuckling and another saying to him. “”Isn’t funny. Stop pony stop.

I hear the slash of the whip and feel the cock rubbing against me harder.

Each noise of the whip followed by a harder thrust.

The other pony makes a muted moan and I feel his hot cum spurt on my leg and belly.

I hear him sigh as he moves away.

“No! “I hear another Masters voice. “Both ponies should be corrected.”

I’m yanked by the reigns and I struggle.

“It’s unfair.” I try to speak “ I was practically raped.”

The bit and the brank holding down my tongue turn any sound I make into incoherent noise followed by spit pouring from my lips.

The reigns are pulled up high in the air so I must shift my weight to stand up straighter.

The whip whistlesin the air.

The sound of it striking me.

The weird pause as pain radiates from the strike a second after the sound.

The whip is merciless.

I cry and struggle.

Each lash bringing unbearable pain.

The worst.

Until the next.

I don’t know how many.

More than 10.

More than 20.

Finally it stops.

My head is pulled down by the reigns and I’m back against the wall.

The soft gong sounds and water is squirted into my mouth.

I’m lead back and despite how destroyed I feel, I high step again.

Every muscle screaming.

The whip marks covering my body burning.

A pause

More water

More high stepping.

Another pause.

My cock in someone’s hand.

Being stroked until I shudder and then…

Back to high stepping.

Then tied to the wall.

I can’t think straight.

Just react.

More water

High steps.

Stroking my thighs

My face

Cock

Round and around

I feel a hand on my nipples

Teasing the bells and then

They’re gone

The pony boots are removed.

The bag holding my arms

Wrists untied from elbows

The blinders opened

Light blinding.

Bit and brank and bridle removed.

A slave girl leads me to a large set of showers where she clips my leash to a ring.

Other slaves are washing.

All naked

One is gagged.

I wash. The cold water shocking but feeling good.

I’m careful around all the marks on my body.

She comes back and cuffs my wrists behind me.

Leads me by the leash back to my Master.

He is fucking the female half of Onxy in the ass.

He takes my leash in hand and points to her cunt.

I kneel and quickly start licking at her clit.

I trap it in my mouth and start sucking on it hard.

I can feel her shift as I suck harder.

I scrape the side of my tooth on her clit and she moans around her bit gag.

A little pain (tooth)

A little pleasure (sucking)

Over and over

My Master must feel her getting excited.

He starts pounding her harder.

She cries out.

The free woman snaps her fingers and the three slaves stop hitting me with their quirts and drop to their knees by her boots.

She walks over and examines my body.

“You want that surrender to happen sooner.

It should understand that it is property, an extension of its owner. Does it know the slave paces?”

“It has read the books but the slave paces are more for kajiras.”my Master replies.

“We shall see.” She says and undoes the bindings holding the block of wood in my mouth and takes it out,”What are you boy?”

“Mistress this boy is a slave Mistress, Kijarus.”

“What does being a slave mean?”

“Mistress it means this boy is property and owned Mistress.”

“What are your duties beast?”

“Mistress, this beast duties are to be perfectly pleasing and absolute obedience.”

“How do you fulfill those duties, beast?”

“Mistress this beast is to serve, please, and be pleasing to all free, Mistress.”

My Master chimes in, “When may a slave say the name of a free person?”

“Master, a slave may never say the name of a free person, Master.”

“What does a slave call all free people?”

“Master a slave calls a free people Master or Mistress.”

He stands and walks over to me and slaps me hard across the face.

He pauses and backhands me.

Then smacks me again and backhands me again.

Over and over until my head is reeling.

He leans in and says “How does a slave distinguish its owner from other free people?”

“Mmmmy Master by referring to the slaves owner as my Master… my Master.”

He grunts and sits back down.

The free woman continues, “When may a slave refuse a command or say ‘no’.”

“Mistress, never Mistress.”

“A slave always has the last words. What are they?”

“Mistress a slaves ends every interaction with a free by saying “Yes Master… or yes Mistress.”

“Who may punish a slave and why?”

“Mistress any free may punish this slave for any reason Mistress”

“Or…?” my Master adds.

“My Master or … ummm for no reason at all, my Master.”

“And how must a slave serve?”

“My Master a slave must serve and please as if its very life depends on it, because it does, my Master.”

He sees the man in the tweed suit.

Sees the way I look at him.

Gets the money from the tavern manager and calls the man over.

“This slave is new to the collar.”

My former classmate now Master says.

“I can tell.” The man in the tweed suit says he has a posh English accent like an aristocratic gentleman, “is it , the slave I mean, for sale?”

My Master smiles and then frowns “ It is the first slave I have taken…”

“A simple matter. I transfer funds to you. You take off that collar. I lock on my own collar. Take the leash and it is mine.”

“Simple.”