He pointed at them with his cane. "Layal and Gina. You're both on buffing duties. I want to be able to see my face in this marble floor!" He tapped the floor with his cane. "Tamara, you do the windows, mirrors and picture frames. Yamina, the table, shelves and vacuum the floor. I will look in at fifteen minute intervals and anyone slacking will be beaten."

Layal took my arm and led me over to the equipment. "It's a bum job but the only way to handle it is to get on with it."

"I shouldn't be here, Layal."

The youngster studied me with her big brown eyes. "Gina, we have a chance to impress our Master and a very important guest. For now, you belong here, by my side..." She gave me a smile. "...and remember, Damien is watching. Be in no doubt that he will thrash you once you're in the gear, if you hesitate any longer."

She lifted her top off and handed it to Tamara who had come over to help us. Damian was indeed watching what I was doing and must have seen me dithering. I lifted my tunic off and as Layal dropped to her knees, I reluctantly followed.

Tamara buckled the knee pads below and above my knees, then she untangled the worst piece of equipment, showing that the leather cuffs were indeed for my ankles. The ten-inch stainless-steel bar was already attached to the cuffs, so all Tamara had to do was buckle the cuffs around my ankles.

Then, as I lifted my feet, she connected the strong wire to the back of my collar. The restraint consigned me to a crawling position until someone released the tether. For the second time that morning I found myself on my hands and knees with my sex lewdly exposed. The embarrassing posture focused my mind on my clamped nipples, tugged by the pendants; and my aching clitoral flesh, clamped into submission.

The leather gloves, which buckled at the wrists, had metal flanges sewn on them so various attachments could be added. Tamara selected one with fine bristles and screwed it to my left hand; then, she chose a furry one which she attached to my right.

"The bristles will loosen the dirt and then the fluffy one polishes the marble. Yamina will vacuum after you, to pick up any dust left by your pads. You start at the far end on this side and Layal will start at this end and do the other side. One more thing..." She pushed a couple of fingers into my succulent quim, felt around, then withdrew them. "...always clean your pussy after you've had sex..." She showed me her slimy fingers. "This would have gotten you three strikes."

I cringed. "Thanks, Tamara." I had forgotten about being speared from behind by the sheik in the guest room.

"We look out for each other, cos Damien or the Masters could pick on anyone of us. Go and work hard."

As I crawled to the far end, I felt like a Puppy dog, complete with cushioned paws. It really was the most bizarre sensation I had ever experienced, even stranger than crawling to fetch a cane on Sheik Husni's plane.

I went to the doorway, turned and was surprised to see the house manager bearing down on me. With my ass and knees in the corridor, I immediately started to buff the rose-coloured marble tiles just inside the dining room. It was probably a mistake, but to impress him and avoid a strike, I went at it with unbridled gusto.

He nudged me with his foot. "Girl, left hand first, then buff!" He spoke aggressively and tapped the floor with the cane.

I scrubbed an area about a square yard with the brush, then buffed it as energetically as I could manage. Then, after a few minutes flogging my guts out, I had to move sideways onto the tiles in the corner. It was an opportunity for Damien to step beside me and have a clear view of my bobbing ass.

The end of the room looked a mile away while the house manager continued to stand over me. I had only just started and was beginning to sweat, not just from the energy I was expending, but also from the grossly shameful exhibition I was providing the moody Arab behind me.

He flicked the side of my thigh. "This room is fifty feet long, so pace yourself girl."

"Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir."

"I'll return in fifteen minutes. You should be a quarter of the way through the task." After a painful flick on the top of my ass, he strode across the room to check up on what the others were doing.

Anger welled in my chest when he started shouting at Layal. I could see her working hard through the legs of the table and chairs, so there was no reason to pick on her. He raised his arm. Switt! The youngster's face screwed up, but she didn't pause her polishing for one second.

Thankfully, the house manager then left us to get on with our work. I followed his advice and paced myself. It was just after Damien's second inspection that a lad wandered into the dining room with a tray of cutlery. Yamina had finished polishing the table, so it was ready to lay. He went to the other side first to lay out the cutlery, then came and stood beside me.

"What's your name, girl?"

I was hot and sweaty, while my hair was damp and dishevelled - not an attractive look, I would have thought. I looked up into his serious face, only for the lad to slowly lift the front of his white thawb until his erect cock was revealed. He was well-endowed and clearly turned on by naked perspiring thralls. He had his back to the others so only I could see what he was doing.

"My name is Gina, Sir." I thought I ought to be polite because he might be a relation of the Halabi family.

He shuffled around so he was facing me, then squatted, taking care to keep his cock and balls in full view of my staring eyes. "Where are you from?"

"I belong to Sheik Husni, Sir. I will be going to his palace this afternoon."

"Huh! Well thrall, his wife is coming here. Is that something to do with you?"

"Yes, Sir. I think it is. Sheik Husni said I would be meeting his wife."

"A smelly thrall like you! I think you're lying. I think my Master is in the process of buying you and Husni's wife is coming here to sign your papers over."