Slave Number Two Arrives (Patreon)

Jessa did her best to please her Master. That was for many reasons. The reason that she didn't have any other options was not the biggest or something she was even considering. Jessa was born in slavery, and she had learned from small that her role is to serve Masters. As a young girl, she dreamed about Master, a strong warrior with a fit body. She had always liked to watch them when they visited places, and she wanted how they were watching her naked body. But Jessa was pleased with Master Safet. He was demanding Master, but he knew how to have fun, and he shared part of the fun with Slaves. He knew what he wanted in bed, and Jessa enjoyed that a lot. She also learned fast what Master Safet liked and discovered some hidden spots from his body. She loved to see Master in ecstasy and enjoying what she did. 

The fact that Jessa liked to make love and please her Master was not the only reason. Master Safet was extremely wealthy and owned everything around his palace. He had fruit gardens, wineries, importing and exporting business, and on top of that, he had his hands in three main caravanserais in the region. But Master Safet was a strange man. He didn't have a harem of young slave girls like it was a habit to have. It was a good way to show wealth, but Master Safet didn't care about that. He had three-bed slaves who were near him. Number one was about his age, and he didn't desire her so much, but she was a mother of her sons and skilled administrator. Number two was a skilled singer and entertainer who slept with Master every night. She was well known even in far countries, and people traveled to see her. Then there was Jessa, born in slavery. She was the offspring of two foreign slaves. Master wanted to breed blond slaves because they had high demand. Jessa was already holding the place of Number three, but she could lose that. She didn't have any special skills, but her appearance was exotic, and her seduction skills were equivalent to Karabert girls. She was also young, and if she could hold Masters fame, he would educate her. She already had access to his library, but she didn't read well. 

When Number two entered, Jessa knew her place. She steps to the side to wait for the next command. The wine was blurring her mind, but she knew how to behave. Jessa was watching how Number two walked to Master. She was a beautiful local woman who knew her value. She was walking like a queen.