Chapter 5: Defending my Mistress

My daily routine is moreorless the same for the next week. During the day I perform general cleaning and serving duties inside the main building. The evening entertainments vary as caravans leave and new ones arrive. Mia adjusts the entertainment provided to suit the specific tastes of the audience. However, in my case, my duties vary only in the type of drink and food that I’m serving. My bruises and cuts from the nightly mauling I receive are tended before bed, but it’s impossible to hide them completely.

Despite being subjected to boisterous treatment, I find myself enjoying life at Wadi Halaf. While I’m still denied the opportunity for a man to fuck or sodomise me, the other slave women have no qualms about helping me achieve an orgasm after the entertainment is over. What I find particularly satisfying is that I don’t need to keep my orgasms secret. None of the caravanserai slave women have any inhibition about having an orgasm in front of others. Far from it, it’s almost a badge of honour to have cum leaking from your cunt. Phoebe makes sure that my sexual experience is rewarding, and she makes no secret about grooming me for more perverted forms of sex. So far my mistress has refused to allow Phoebe unrestricted control over my training, and the chastity belt looks as though it’s going to be a regular feature during the evening entertainments.

An embarrassing neardisaster occurs a week or so later. I’m tasked with delivering mistress’s lunch tray to her chambers. I have only done this once before, and it was a simple matter of placing the tray on a table while mistress was busy working at her desk. Her chambers are quite large, and include both her working and sleeping area, both opening out onto a large balcony overlooking the city. The room’s décor is a strange mix of masculine and feminine styles.

I enter the room with the tray as required. I’m taken by surprise when I see that mistress is lying on her bed with Ramiro, the local warlord, forcing his attentions on her. I act on instinct. Since my capture, I’ve had limited opportunity to keep up my selfdefence practise. But I’ve not forgotten what Brak taught me all those years ago. I quietly place the tray on the table and leap onto the man’s back. My fingernails can easily penetrate his thin shirt and I dig them into his chest.

“What the fuck!” cries Ramiro.

“Wait! Wait! Meghr! Wait!” shouts my mistress.

Only then do I realise that this sexual scene is entirely consensual. I’ve made a terrible mistake. I promptly drop to my knees and raise my arms together in supplication as I was taught when Aafiq and I stayed in Bulaq towns. My mistress seems reluctant to accept my apology, but Ramiro binds my wrists to signify forgiveness. It’s clear that Mistress Rachael is unfamiliar with this Bulaq custom. She unbinds my wrists later when I’ve only served half of the generally accepted duration of my punishment. Fortunately she seems more puzzled than angry at my assault on Ramiro. Neither she nor Ramiro mention the incident again.

Over the next few weeks, my duties during the day remain unchanged. However, those in the evening gradually change into something more sexually provocative than before. Far from being angry with me, Ramiro starts to show much more interest in me. Phoebe continues to train me in the art and skills of more extreme forms of sexual games. Tight restraints, and games involving whips and chains are carefully introduced into my lessons. Therefore, it comes as no surprise to me that some of those lessons are put into practise during my evening duty. Although the wrist shackles and waist chain make it harder for me to defend myself against the roaming hands assaulting my body while I serve food and drink, I find the whole experience exciting and arousing. I just wish Mia would remove my chastity belt and allow me to be fucked.

The start of winter can’t be many weeks away. Even though I’m rarely allowed outside of the caravanserai’s main building, I can tell that some form of festival is being prepared. One afternoon I’m given instructions to take refreshments to the visitors that mistress is meeting in her chambers. As usual I quietly open her door without knocking. Fortunately my silent entry gives me a few precious seconds to comprehend the scene before me. A merchant has arrived with two of his guards, one of whom is holding a knife to Farai’s throat. When the second guard makes a grab for me, I react instinctively.