Marcus & Lydia

[Blue Dolphin]

OOC
Marcus Marcellus, 42 year old Roman Senator in ancient Rome.
Marcus is a proud 6 foot tall Roman, with black hair and piercing eyes.
He is divorced, due to his ex-wifes lack of understanding of his sexual needs, and, he recently lost his slave/companion/bedwarmer, when she died in childbirth.
Marcus is now seeking a replacement.

IC.
"Welcome to the slave sale Marcus." said Caius, smiling at me with his toothy grin.

I just nodded, as I surveyed the collection of females before me, one of whom noticed me looking, and smiled at me, while shaking her ample bosom. Caius saw this, and touched my arm.

"Not her Marcus, the whore Ophelia, she has had more cocks than there are grapes on the vine. Indeed it is said that there is still a missing centurion inside her cunt to this day."

We both laughed at his joke, and he continued.

"Even though I know you have a liking for all orifices, and Ophelia takes it anywhere you like to stick it, I have something better to offer you my friend."

He led me along the line, and stopped in front of a smallish woman, in her twenties probably. She was shackled at the ankle, and her hands were tied behind her back, she looked defiantly at us both.

Caius ignored her look, and pulled aside her toga, exposing her breast.

"See Marcus, a lovely pointed titty, your favourite I believe. And, she is no virgin, the family she worked for have been exiled to Calabria, and her man died in the arena two weeks ago. She will be a handfull yes, but, I know that you like a challenge Marc, and her pussy will taste like honey on a wild peach Marcus, can you not just feel your tongue, opening her up eh?"

He laughed again, before naming his price.

" Twenty Cistertians, and she is yours, what do you say Marcus?"

 

[DarkEmpress]

It is funny how everything can fall apart in a matter of days. I had the perfect life. I was a slave in a household where I was treated well. I had a man who loved me. You could say I was one of the lucky few. But life has a wicked sense of humour, cruel even.

Caius, the ruler of the slave pens, yanked my arm, shoving me onto a podium. The noise in the place was deafening with girls screaming and gyrating on their little podiums trying to attract the attention of possible buyers who were milling around jeering at prospects.

I was being as obstinate as I possibly could be. I didn’t want to be here. The thought of men leering at me as if I was a show horse made me sick to my stomach. Even worse was the fact that I would soon be meeting my new Master. The realisation cut deep. I was nothing more than a commodity.

Caius had me shackled to the spot and when I protested too much, he took it one step further and tied my hands behind my back. None of the other slaves were tied and shackled, but then again, they were all excited at the prospect of being sold … whereas I dreaded it.

My tormentor appeared in front of me a good hour or two later with a tall, dark-haired man by his side, who had a set of eyes that could pierce through steel. His attire suggested that he was a man of importance. He made me feel small, even though I was standing on a podium. I watched their eyes drift up and down my body which only made me more vehement in my resolve. I stood my ground and stared them both down, stopping short of snarling at the two of them like a caged feline.

Caius reached out a callous hand and unceremoniously pushed my toga aside, exposing his ‘guest’ to a tantalising glimpse of naked flesh. I immediately flushed and took a small step back, trying to shake his hand away. Moving my head to the side, I swung my raven hair over my shoulder to fall across my exposed breast in a feeble attempt at modesty.

An amused little smile flitted across my face at fate’s twisted sense of humour. Here I was, in a slave house, flinching as I was exposed to a possible buyer.

The irony of it…

My violet blue eyes were spitting fire at Caius as I had to be subjected to a summary of my life in one sentence, followed by a rudimentary description of my sexual offerings. I looked away, not able to bare the lascivious tone that was dripping from Caius’ words. God, I could have killed him with my bare hands … it was probably a good thing he had me tied up … because if I wasn’t…

 

[Blue Dolphin]

I looked at Caius, and wrinkled my eyebrows.

"I may be a Roman Senator Caius, I may be a rich man with estates, but I will tell you this Caius, I am not a fool.
Do you seriously think that I would pay twenty? For used goods? Do you not realise that I could get two prime virgins from greek Draco for that?"

I waited for the response, a response that I knew would surely come, the protestations, and the excuses. What I did not yet want Caius to realise was that I did want this slave, I had seen the fire in her eyes, fire that I would transform into deep sexual passion. I had also seen her breast, soft, and pointed, perfect for two lips and a set of grasping teeth, or fingers.

"But Marcus, she is prime, she is trained, she will do whatever you wish."

"And so will a whore Caius, so will a whore, and for less than twenty cistertians too."

"I am sorry marcus, maybe I was wrong, but you know how it is, I have a wife, and two mistresses, that is expensive for me."

"Then control your cock Caius, and live a better life."

I started to laugh, as did Caius too, now we were getting somewhere.

Caius lifted the slaves toga, and called me closer, he slipped a finger into her sex, and spoke again.

"Give me your hand Marcus, come, see how tight she is, she will be perfect for your legendary cock surely?"

"No, I only touch when I own, and then, only when I, Marcus wishes it to happen. I will pay you twelve, and if she performs well, I will pay another three one month from today. That is the deal, no discussion Caius, yes or no. If it is no, then I will go see Corolanus to see if he has a virgin for me."

He sighed loudly, and wrung his hands also, but we both knew it was all a sham, 15 was a fair price for the slave.

"As much as it hurts me, and only because you are a man of honour Marcus, then fifteen it is."

The deal done I approached the slave, moving the long black hair out of the way, to allow me to take hold of her nipple, and to twist it a little, and pull.
Again I saw the fire in her eyes, and I smiled to myself.

"What is her name Caius?"

"She is called Lydia, although you may rename her, as many do."

"No, Lydia is fine."

I looked at her, knowing that she would no doubt be defiant, and try to ignore my words, but that was of no consequence.

"Lydia, I now own you, I hold your fate, indeed, your life in my hands. From this moment on you do whatever I desire, without question. Do so, and life will be good, transgress, and I will punish you. Transgress often, and I will give you to the arab whoremasters, for their amusement, and that Lydia, you would not want.
You will look after my house, and you will keep it in order.
You will warm my bed, and you will be available for me to use, at any time that I so desire.
When we arrive at my home, you will remove your toga, and be naked, until such time that I, Marcus, is satisfied with your devotion.
And you will only speak when spoken to, until I say otherwise."

I turned back to Caius, and paid him for my new slave.

"Release the shackles, and tie her hands in front of her, with a rope that I may use to lead her to my home, my business here is done."

 

[DarkEmpress]

His name was Marcus and he was a Roman Senator.

I had no doubt that he could be quite intimidating if he wanted to be. He was also an astute business man from the negotiations that ensued and for a moment I considered my worth in this world. According to Caius I was worth 20 Cistertians, but to Marcus I was used goods. At that point I was not too sure what was more mortifying: The fact that my value seemed so little to him; or, the fact that my destiny laid in the hands of someone who thought so little of me.

Caius was however right. I was a trained slave. I had served my former Master well and as I thought of him I could feel my chest constrict. All I was told was that he had perished in the arena and from there my entire world had fallen apart...

I was thrown back into reality when Caius stepped up to me. He pulled my toga up, exposing me completely before he sank a crooked finger into my depths. I did not dare flinch. This was my life, this was my role, this was what I was trained to do. My body was not my own.

"No, I only touch when I own, and then, only when I, Marcus wishes it to happen.”

His words shocked me. It was not the way that most men approached the matter, much less someone of Marcus’ stature. I had seen men insist on taking the proposed goods for a proverbial test-run before paying a single Cistertian. I couldn’t help but stare at him curiously, carefully schooling my expression to hide my surprise.

They quickly finalised the deal from there and I watched as Marcus approached me. As if in slow motion, he moved my hair aside and grazed the tip of my nipple with his fingers. He twisted it ... pulled it, no doubt trying to get a reaction from me. I defiantly kept my eyes locked with his, not even moving, trying to ignore the crackling electricity that his simple move evoked in me.

Marcus was now my Master and I listened intently as he described my duties. He made it emphatically clear that he would not tolerate any transgressions and that I was not to speak unless spoken to. I simply nodded in answer to his list of requirements, knowing that I had no choice in the matter. I would perform my duties as required, but more than that, Marcus would never get from me.

I waited as the staff unshackled me and released my hands. I had a few brief moments to run my fingers across my wrists before they were tied again in front of me. The rope was attached and given to Marcus and my fate was sealed. My thoughts were on the first task he had given me...

 

[Blue Dolphin]

The slave Lydia, had been shackled for quite a while, so I did not hurry home, a liesurely stroll seemed more in keeping at this moment, and I glanced behind occasionally, just checking on my purchase.

I was pleased with the transaction, for she was indeed a fine woman, with a beauty that appealed to my senses. I had been without my own slave for a few months, ever since Helena, my slave from Gaul had died in childbirth, as did the child, who would have been my daughter of course.

It was a sad time, but my old friend Flavius Augustus insisted on helping me out. He offered, well, he insisted, that I use one of his slaves, from the North, a dark skinned girl called Lavinia. She had warmed my bed, and taken care of my needs very well indeed, but, it was only a loan, and she must return soon.
At last I could send her back, with my most grateful thanks to Flavius, I knew of course, that it would probably cost me at some time in the future, but that was life, the way it always was, and is.

We reached my home, and soon I was back in my familiar room, with the couches and the tables. Lavinia welcomed me back, while taking sideways glances at the new girl, but said nothing about her.

"I will take some wine Lavinia, now."

Lavinia left the room, and I took a sharp knife from the table, holding it in my hand as I approached Lydia slowly , I moved to stand behind her, and slit her toga from the neck, to the base. Moving to the front, I cut the bonds around her wrists, and then pulled the toga free. I stepped back, and I admired her, standing naked but for her sandals, her breasts firm and full, a dark triangle of hair at her secret place, I was pleased, very pleased indeed, she just stared back at me. There was something though, she was curious, I could sense it, and I also wondered, was she afraid of me, or was it bravado?

"Do not turn away slave, you must watch everything that happens."

I settled back on the couch, as Lavinia arrived with my wine, taing the goblet from her,I took a sip, before speaking.

"You do well Lavinia, as you have these past few weeks, but as you see, I now have a slave of my own. But before I return you to your Master, I need something from you."

Pulling aside my toga, I revealed my hardening shaft, not quite its full length yet, but getting there.

Lavinia smiled, before shrugging off her tunic, and falling to her knees, and, licking her lips, she took hold of my manhood with both hands, I glanced at Lydia, to make sure that she was watching.....

 

[DarkEmpress]

Marcus led the way and I followed. My eyes surreptitiously meandered up and down his body, appraising him, still trying to gauge him. He seemed to be walking slowly, which I did not mind, at least it gave me a chance to stretch my legs. He would occasionally glance across his shoulder and my eyes would immediately fall to the ground. I did not want him to know that I was watching him, but then again, what else could I do?

We finally arrived at his residence and I was amazed with the opulence of it. My former Master had lived a very simple life, whereas Marcus clearly did not. He led me through the doorway and into one of the main rooms. It was adorned with exquisitely carved wooden furniture and decorated with warm colours of red, terra cotta and a deep blue.

An exotic beauty awaited us. Her skin was the colour of mocha with dark eyes that reminded me of shimmering, melted chocolate. From the way that Marcus addressed her, I gathered that Lavinia was a slave, like me, which made me feel uneasy. There was no comparison between us. I had dark, almost raven hair, my eyes were a deep blue and my skin was fair. I stole a glance at Marcus and I am sure there must have been a confused frown on my brow, but I said nothing. Lavinia seemed just as curious about me, stealing glances, but also remaining silent.

I watched as she left the room to fetch a glass of wine for Marcus, her hips swaying elegantly. Lavinia was a goddess of beauty, poised and confident, and it made me wonder why Marcus had chosen me?

I could feel his piercing eyes on me and was just in time to see Marcus take a dagger from one of the tables. I froze as the blade glinted in the sunlight. I know that some Masters take to branding their slaves in some way and I tried to quell my rising fear as a barrage of frightening images flitted through my mind.

Marcus was moving with purpose and came to a standstill behind me. For an excruciating few seconds, he left me hanging as my heart rate went through the roof. I felt the cool touch of steel against my neck and tensed up, before I heard the material of my toga tearing ... followed by an overwhelming sense of relief. Painstakingly aware of his proximity, he stepped around me and freed my bonds, pulling the toga from my body. The tattered piece of material fluttered to the floor, the remnants of my only wordly belongings.

There was however something to be said for being put on display for a man’s viewing pleasure. I could almost feel his eyes move across me like a caress and I straightened my shoulders, which lifted my breasts proudly.

"Do not turn away slave, you must watch everything that happens."

His request was puzzling, and I watched him sink down into a comfortable couch, shortly followed by Lavinia and his goblet of wine. His request to Lavinia startled me and I watched as she gracefully sunk to her knees before Marcus and wrapped both her hands around his engorged member.

Something inside me quaked. It was possibly one of the most erotic tableaus that I had ever witnessed and I could feel desire in me stir, despite my best efforts to keep it at bay. Lavinia slowly lowered her head, her tongue playing across his shaft, the sounds echoing in the room. But more peculiarly was the fact that Marcus was glancing at me, a stone statue staring disbelievingly.

Was this a lesson? Was he trying to make me jealous? Or, was he trying to arouse me? I could not tell, but as I stood watching I could feel heat slowly seep through my veins, my lips parting slightly to allow more air into my lungs. My new Master, was a wicked man ... of that, I was certain.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

As Lavinia worke don my cock, I watched Lydia, intently.
She seemed mesmerised by what was happening, which in a way was not surprising, most new slaves would by now be getting fucked hard and long, but,that was most slaveowners, and I, I was different.

Lavinia now had me completely in her mouth, as I held her hair in my hand, forcing he rhead down, deeper into her throat I went, but she took it well, she was well versed in this practise.

I could hear Lydia breathing now, a little faster maybe, heavier? I was not sure, but there had been a change. I whispered to Lavinia, and she moved aside, allowing me to stand, and dispense with my toga, before stretching my arms, and flexing them.

I smiled at Lavinia, and nodded, she then lay back on the couch, and spread he rlegs, letting me see her fingers as she played with her velvet cave.

Crossing the room, I again took up a position behind Lydia, my naked skin against hers, and my wet shaft grazing her ass cheeks.

"Taste the grapes Lavinia, as I taught you."

I reached around Lydia, and cupped both of her breasts in my hands, and started to roll her nipples gently. Lavinia took a grape from the bunch on the table, and slowly stroked it along her wet slit, before popping it into her mouth, and smiling lasciviously as she ate it.

Letting one of Lydia`s breasts free, I manouvered my cock, into position between Lydia`s legs from behind, as Lavinia continued to eat the wet slick grapes, one by one..

"Lavinina, bring a grape over here, a large one, I wish to taste my new acquisition."

She almost jumped up from the couch, and came to stand before us, holding the grape, I nodded once, and she started to slide the grape back and forth, between Lydia`s now shiny wet lips.

"Now you may speak slave, have you anything to say to me?"

 

[DarkEmpress]

I watched as Lavinia performed the perfect fellatio on my new Master. Her head bobbed up and down and Marcus wrapped his hand in her dark hair, forcing Lavinia down harder, his shaft sliding into her throat. I could feel my heart rate increasing systematically, with every second I spent, privy to Lavinia's ministrations.

Marcus spoke softly and the next moment he rose to his feet, stretching out and dropping his toga to the floor. I must have stopped breathing for a moment. He was a magnificent man. Marcus was tall, strong, broad-shouldered with an athletic tone to his body. My imagination was working over-time with images of that gorgeous man slamming into me in a series of mind-blowing positions.

All my attention was focused on him as he approached me once again, the predator circling around its prey. Standing behind me, he pressed his body up against me and I closed my eyes, gooseflesh erupting across the length of me. He was warm, the scent of him – up close and personal – was addictive. I could feel his hard member against me, which made the butterflies in my tummy bounce around wildly.

"Taste the grapes Lavinia, as I taught you," he said next to my ear, his breath playing across my neck, letting the little hairs raise in response.

For the first time, I opened my eyes and was welcomed by another erotic scene. Lavinia was sitting on the couch that had been occupied by Marcus, her legs spread, her fingers dragging delectable grapes between the weeping lips of her needy cunt before she lifted the fruit to her lips, sinfully biting into it to let little droplets of the forbidden dew explode from her mouth while she chewed ... her eyes on Marcus.

Marcus reached around and cupped my breasts in his hands, gently rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefingers. My heart rate escalated another notch as he nestled his engorged member between my legs, his body even closer than before, the touch of him against my naked flesh scorching my skin like a raging fire.

"Lavinia, bring a grape over here, a large one, I wish to taste my new acquisition."

I watched as if in slow motion as Lavinia obeyed his command, lightly jumping to her feet and walking straight to me. Armed with a grape, she held my eyes captive as she lowered her hands. The first parting my depths for her onslaught while the other trailed the grape teasingly along the length of me. I could feel my body quiver in response as I threw my head back against Marcus, raven hair dripping from his shoulder as I moaned.

"Now you may speak slave, have you anything to say to me?"

My mind was trapped somewhere in an euphoric haze and for all the questions I had, not one single thought crystallised. All I knew, was that my body was on fire with need, screaming for Marcus to impale me with the length of him and to fuck me like a wanton harlot.

“Make me yours, Master,” I blurted out breathlessly, my cheeks staining immediately. I sounded desperate, even to myself.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

“Make me yours, Master,”

"Rest assured Lydia, I certainly will, but, all in good time, for now you must watch, and enjoy. Be warned though, you must not touch yourself, not your nipples, and certainly not what will soon be My cunt."
deep
I nodded to Lavinia, and she reached upwards, holding out the grape, a grape now coated in Lydia`s sexual nectar. I licked it slowly, and sucked the flavours into my throat. I opened my mouth, and received the grape gladly, chewing slowly, and then swallowing.

"Another grape Lavinia, a big one, but this time, put it inside, and swirl it around a little, before I taste.

Within seconds Lavinia was pushing a large grape up between Lydia`s wet lips. Her eyes almost begging me.

"No Lavinia, you may not lick her, she is mine, and only I will have that pleasure, unless I choose otherwise. Now let me eat it, at once."

Again I chewed and swallowed, before moving around to stand in front of Lydia, about two feet away from her, and holding my hard cock.

"This cock Lydia, this hard throbbing rampant piece of meat, will tonight take you, and make you mine.
It will take your mouth, and fill it with joy.
It will take your cunt, and spread it wide.
ANd then, finally, it will take your ass, and you will be mine, all mine, to do with as I please."

I paused for a moment.

"But first you will watch your Master fuck another, He does this to let you know that He will fuck whosever he wants to, for He is your Lord.
And you?
You will only be touched by Him, or whoever He allows to touch and maybe even, fuck you."

I did not await a response, instead I pushed Lavinia over to the couch, and bent her over, before driving my now rampant cock deep inside her. Spreading her lips wide, and feeling the sides of her inner walls as I powered into her.
I slapped her cheeks, hard, before grabbing a handful of he rhair, and pulling her head back, as I shouted at her.

"Come you dirty whore, come now for me, I demand it!"!

 

[DarkEmpress]

Lavinia delicately handed Marcus the grape and I listened as he chewed, a fresh sheen of gooseflesh erupting on my skin. God, he was teasing me mercilessly, my body aching with need.

Lavinia obeyed his second command and I gasped as her fingers pushed the devilish morsel deep inside of me. My body moved of its own accord as if it was begging Lavinia to linger a little longer, but she pulled the forbidden fruit from me and offered it to Marcus. She must have been lost in the moment as much as I was, because the need in her eyes reflected mine.

"No Lavinia, you may not lick her, she is mine, and only I will have that pleasure, unless I choose otherwise. Now let me eat it, at once."

She nodded in answer and I watched as she offered the grape to our Master, her eyes on me though. I melted once again, having to control the urge to reach out and touch Lavinia. I listened as Marcus described how he was planning to take me and make me his, and I could feel how my earlier resolve to distance myself from him moved onto very shaky ground. Marcus was intoxicating … I could however not help but wonder whether lust alone would be strong enough to build a bond between us?

He was using the power of lust and the primal need for sex to mould my subservience to him and I must admit, he was orchestrating it masterfully. He had broken down my defences and had managed to turn my unwillingness to co-operate into an overwhelming need to throw myself at him, willing to do anything he desires … if he just touched me.

I watched as Marcus pushed Lavinia to the couch, bent her over and did to her what I desperately needed. I was horribly envious and I stared as the scene played out in front of me with longing eyes. My heart rate was racing as I imagined my Master taking me like that with unbridled lust, taking what he wanted and demanding to have what is his.

"Come you dirty whore, come now for me, I demand it!"

It was as if he was directing the command at me and without thinking, my fingers found their way to the core of me. Lavinia cried out, her body shuddering with the force of it … and I, I followed her there. My own moan echoed from my lips, my eyes fluttering shut, my body trembling as an orgasm rippled through me.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

Whilst I was entangled in the throes of passion and orgasm, I still heard, making a mental note to react later, but for now I had other matters to attend to.

As Lavinia came, I could feel her cunt contracting, gripping my hot shaft, almost willing me to come, and give her my cream. I grabbed her by the shoulders, before ramming my cock in, as far, and as deep as I could, before spurting into her.. Panting, and sweating at my tumultuos exertions, while slowly emptying myself into this hot passionate creature.

Eventually I slipped free of her pussy, and sat on the couch, while Lavinia dutifully knelt beforeme, and cleaned my cock and balls, with her hot and hungry mouth. When finished, she sat at my feet, looking at the floor.

"You may go now Lavinia, and return to your Master, tell him from me, that Marcus was most pleased with you, and, if my new slave proves worthy, I may indeed one day return the favour."

She left without a word, as indeed she was trained to do, and I picked up my toga, and put it on, before walking across to this new girl, this Lydia, and I stopped in front of her. Placing a finger under her chin, I lifted her head and looked directly into her eyes.

"That, slave Lydia, was the first, and the last time that you will ecer come without my permission, and go unpunished. If it happens again, you will feel pain, and shame"

I had not moved my finger from her chin, and I held her gaze, as my free hand cupped her breast, squeezing it, I rolled my thumb across her nipple, hard and firm, as it should be.
Still holding her gaze, my hand moved, to her waist, and then over her hip, before covering her wet pussy. It was, as I had already been aware, soaked. I slipped two fingers inside, feeling he rinner heat, and her passion too, as he rlips tried to suck upon me. Extricating both fingers, I licked them, and sucked, all the time staring at her.

"You will do, follow me."

Turning I walked away, and led her out of the room, across a patio, and into my Roman bathhouse. Dropping my toga to the floor, I slipped into the bath, and sat, with water up to my knees.

"You wil washand dry your Master Lydia, and then yourself, as I watch. After which, we will return to my main room, where you will use sandalwood oil, to prepare your body for My pleasure."

 

[DarkEmpress]

Alone with Marcus for the first time, he rose to his feet and carelessly threw his toga across his shoulders before coming to a halt before me. He was imposing, and when he lifted my head to look at him, I felt small.

His dark eyes kept mine captive as he said, "That, slave Lydia, was the first, and the last time that you will ever come without my permission, and go unpunished. If it happens again, you will feel pain, and shame."

In the heat of the moment I had not even realised that I had transgressed and I widened my eyes at the realisation. “Yes Master,” I said quickly, vowing to be more careful. Marcus could have been a lot less lenient.

Master held my head in place with his finger as the other drifted down my body. Cupping my breast, he smoothed a thumb across the taught nub of my nipple, so tight and sensitive to his touch that I instinctively moved forward slightly, leaning into his hand.

There was something in his eyes that shimmered there for a moment before he moved his hand further down the plains of my body, descending on the most sensitive part of me. Keeping my eyes chained to his, two of his fingers delved into the depths of me. I sucked in a breath, my body quaking at this - most welcome - intrusion. His fingers slipped from me and I watched as he plunged them into his mouth, the scent of my own arousal lingering in the air. He was so goddamn sexy.

"You will do, follow me."

He spoke those few words so casually, as if I had just been subjected to a taste test to win his approval. The thought was so foreign that I had to bite down on my lip to hide the smile that was threatening to creep onto my lips. If he wasn’t my Master, I would have teased him about it.

I followed him to a roman bath and watched as he unrobed and took a seat with his feet in the water. Following his command I gingerly stepped into the water, his eyes on me … those eyes. Always analysing, expecting more. I started with his feet, gently smoothing a lathered sponge across his skin. My fingers meandered across his legs, feeling the muscles ripple beneath my fingertips as I made my way up his body.

I kept my eyes trained to his as I finally reached his manhood. Soap glistened fingers fluttered across him, swirling around his balls, up his shaft and around, only to start the slow journey down to the base of him. I did that a few times, before I stepped closer to stand between his legs, pressing my belly against his manhood as I smoothed my hands up his chest and around his shoulders. Marcus had a magnificent body. Hard as steel to the touch, but I could feel the muscles flex beneath my fingers as I moved my hands across him and around his nipples.

Dipping the sponge in the water I lifted it and let the water stream across him. Glistening rivulets of water raced across his body to the water below, before I took a small liberty and pressed a soft kiss to the middle of his chest … I couldn’t help myself. Taking a soft towel, I traced the lines of his body once more, letting my fingers linger across his chest ... his mahood ... to catch the little droplets from his skin.

Once finished, I took a few steps back and proceeded to bathe myself. Lathering the fragrant soap between my fingers I turned and bent over, starting with my feet, giving Marcus a provocative view as I slowly worked my way up my legs. Reaching the epicentre of my femininity, I let my fingers toil and play across the sexual playground as I sucked in another laborious breath.

Slowly turning around I let the glistening bubbles play across my abdomen, smoothing up and across my breasts to swirl around the soft mounds on my chest … my eyes on Marcus. My fingers flitted across my neck as I threw my head back, raven hair dripping down to my derriere as I traced my hands across my shoulders, the one falling to my side to let the other glide across it to the very tips of my fingers. I did the same with the other before I slowly submerged myself in the water. Kneeling down, legs wide apart, I arched back to drench my hair in the water, muscles pulled tight across my abdomen.

I slowly rose to my feet, water streaming from my hair and down my body, smouldering eyes staring at my Master. I felt like a woman enshrined in all the intimacy of sharing something so sensual with him. I stood quietly, waiting for my Master to lead me to his main room where I could prepare myself for him.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

As she washed, and dried my body, and then began to wash herself, a realisation hit me.

Caius had been correct, she was indeed worth the 20 coins that he had first asked for, not that I would tell him that, but I would now gladly send to him the remaining three coins of my purchase. This slave was not only well trained, but she had about about her, a sensuality, and a sexuality, that were both now coming to the fore in abundance. I looked at her, standing up in the bath, water dripping from her long dark hair, the tight almost ringlet curls of her secret triangle, and that alone was enough to trigger my arousal.

I stood, holding my hand out, to take hers and help her from the bath, with my cock now waving slowly at her, but that was fine, for my pleasure, was now her purpose in life, and nothing else. Leaning against the wall, I watched as she dried herself, first her body, and then as best she could, her hair.

I spoke, not loudly, and certainly not harshly, for we were alone, in an empty house, she would hear very well what I had to say.

"Sir is pleased with you Lydia, you accept instruction well, you stay silent as required, and you only gaze upon Sir when directed to do so. And the time is now here, for me to make you mine, all of you. You will walk in front of me, back to the room with the couches, this will be the only time that you will ever formally waklk ahead of me."

I followed behind, marvelling at her body, and the sensual way that she moved, maybe she was accentuating the sway a little, but it did not mater, it was pleasureable to watch, which was all I needed.

In the room I told her to stand by the couch, before retrieving a small bottle from a table, that I handed to her.

"This is the sweetest smelling oil in all of the Roman Empire Lydia, oil that will now spread on My body. You will oil Sir`s shoulders, front and back, and his back down to his waist.
Also his arms down to the elbows, then Lydia, you will oil Sir`s cock, and his balls.
When this is completed, you will lie on the couch, and Sir will watch you oil your tits, and your sex."

 

[DarkEmpress]

Master offered me his hand and he led me from the roman bath from where he lounged against a wall, casually watching as I dried myself. I took my time, enjoying the comfortable silence between us. When he spoke his words were filled with praise, which made my cheeks stain. I was definitely not used to it.

Leading the way into the main room, all my senses were painstakingly aware of his presence. I could feel his eyes move across me and it made the little hairs on the back of my neck rise in anticipation. I had to fight the urge to steal a glimpse from across my shoulder.

Once there, he handed me a small, fragrant bottle of massage oil. I carefully opened the elaborate glass bottle and inhaled the sweet scent of its contents. It reminded me of a different time – long ago – and I could already imagine what it would smell like … taste like … mingled with the scent of my Master.

Following his wishes, I pulled an armless and backless stool closer and gently touched his arm, urging him to take a seat. I wanted to be able to reach all of him, without any obstructions. Standing behind him, I dripped some of the oil onto my hands and smoothed it across my fingers to warm it. I then touched his shoulders, gently at first, letting my fingers play across the curve of his neck down to his shoulders. I slowly increased the pressure, massaging his shoulders until I found the niggly parts that were tightened from strain.

“Relax Master,” I whispered close to his ear as I continued to smooth my hands down his biceps to his elbows, letting my fingers swirl around before I made my way back up to his shoulders and neck, only to make my way back down again.

I took a step back and used my weight to smooth my hands down his back. Adding more oil, I let my fingers play across his skin, feeling the strained muscles ripple beneath my fingertips. Bending down slightly, I used my thumbs and pushed my hands back up to his neck, smoothing his body into a state of relaxation.

Once done I stepped closer, pressing my body up against him as I leaned over his shoulder. For a moment I just stood there, soaking up the feel of him against me. My breasts and hair gently swayed around me as I smoothed my hands down his torso, across the curves of his body. Adding more oil, I continued to ply his strained muscles until they yielded to my touch.

Stepping around Marcus, I knelt before him, my knees apart as was expected of a slave and I applied my attention to my Master’s cock at eye level. I dripped some of the oil directly onto him, the cold liquid hopefully giving him a pleasant sensation. The sticky substance oozed from him like honey. Slowly working my hands around his balls, rolling them gently between my fingers, I worked my way up his shaft to the tip and down again. I finally looked up into his eyes as I continued, wanting to see his expression as I pleasured my Master, feeling him harden beneath my fingertips.

I lingered as long as I could before I slowly rose to my feet. Taking a step or two back, I sat down on the couch and leaned back, splaying my body across the rich fabric. Arching my back, I dripped some of the oil onto my breasts, closing my eyes as I sucked in a breath. It was cold … titillating. Placing the bottle beside me on the floor I smoothed my hands up my abdomen and cupped them both, letting my fingers splay across the soft flesh, my nipples grating across my palms. Swirling my fingers around, I caught my hardening nipples between them and twisted them hard, while I gasped. Gripping them hard, I opened my eyes and stared at Marcus, desire burning in their depths.

Letting go, my fingertips trailed down to the core of me. I lifted the bottle from the floor and oozed some of its fragrant content onto me, once again gasping at the sensory coldness it brought. Placing the bottle on the ground, I let my fingers toil and play, starting on the surface and slowly working my way down deeper … deeper, my legs apart, giving my Master a ringside seat of my sweet spot. I was not going to stop until my Master commanded me to - and I hoped he would soon - otherwise I may need to ask him for permission to…

 

[Blue Dolphin]

Temptation can be a fierce Mistress, if, that is, you let her be.

I sat with my eyes closed, while the slave administered to my back, her touch was exquisite, the deft way that she covered my skin, relaxing, and then kneading the muscles. I felt her breasts brush against me, the hardening nipples sending shocks of needful lust, coursing through me. Her soft hair, caressed, and teased, my will power had to stay in control, and it did.

She moved away, and then appeared before me, legs apart as she knelt, sex open, and available, should I so desire. I did desire, for one moment I wanted to take hold of her, and lift her above my legs, before lowering her sweet wet cunt onto my hardening shaft.

To do so would be a weakness, and weakness I did not show, especially to a slave. Instead I retained my composure, watching as she covered me in the oil, stroking, and almost adoring my hardness, and my balls. For one moment, I thought that she was going to give in, and kiss my cock, but she too showed self control, a pleasing thing to see.

At last she moved, and lay back, coating her breasts, and her pussy in the necter of my choice. I watched intently as she touched her sex, her finger entering, and opening, showing me her most secret spot, almost willing me to react and take it as mine. Now I knelt down on the floor, and I spoke to her,

"Stop what you are doing, and move your hands to the side"

I just looked, at the sleekness of her wet and shiny lips, beautiful in the light of my room. Lifting my hand, I used my thumb to expose her little nub, the secret spot, that always delivers a sensuous delight. Raising up a little, I kissed it

Then, I moved my head higher, and gently squeezed on her right tit with my hand, forcing it upward, as the now nearly purple nipple looked about to explode. Covering her peak, I sucked on it, and swirled my tongue over it, then, I bit gently and tugged. I could feel the tension inside her, it was tangible, if ever a woman was on the edge, Lydia was at that moment.
She would not come yet though, it was too early, there was much to acheive before her orgasm, much indeed.

I stood again, stepping away a little,

"It is time, kneel before, and surrender your mouth to Sir, you will take Sir to orgasm, and you will take Sir`s seed into your mouth, every single drop, and then Lydia the slave, you will thank Sir for being allowed to do so."

 

[DarkEmpress]

"Stop what you are doing, and move your hands to the side,” I heard him say and I obeyed. Master was kneeling on the floor, between my legs, and I watched as his eyes focused on my slick depths. My heart skipped a beat when he lifted his hand, his thumb brushing across me to expose my clit before he pressed a soft kiss there. It was a tender gesture and I softly moaned in response.

He lifted his hand further and cupped my breast, squeezing it. My body was still trying to decide on a response when I felt his tongue play across the very tip of my soft mound. I sucked in a breath and arched my back when his teeth took the little nub hostage and tugged at it.

My entire body was on fire. I wanted Marcus so desperately that I was aching with need.

Master released me, rose to his full length and took a step back and I lay watching ... pining for him. His command was clear and I slowly pulled myself up from the couch, crawling to his feet before I knelt before him, knees apart, looking up at him for a moment.

His engorged and needy member filled my view and I gently set about my task with soft fingers fluttering up his legs until I reached him. Fingertips smoothed across his balls, the one hand lingering while the other slowly travelled up his shaft. I kept my thumb running along the pronounced vein, lingering at the top where I knew it would give him the most pleasure before my fingers travelled down to the base of him.

Once there, my lips joined the assault on his senses as I wrapped them around the tip of him. The taste of the massage oil, mingled with the scent of Marcus tantalised my taste-buds and I hummed my approval. I let my tongue swirl around to savour the taste of him before I slowly took him deeper into my mouth, my fingertips moving with my mouth to cover his entire shaft.

Caressing him, teasing him ... pleasuring him. My tongue zigzagged across his column as my lips made their way back up his shaft. I was taking small little steps, pacing myself, taking a little more of him every time I ventured down while my fingers gently rolled his balls, toiled and tugged at them.

I looked up at Marcus and I hoped my eyes spoke of the lust and need he evoked in me. Sleek juices of need were seeping from my depths and trickling down my thighs as I pushed my lips down further around him, the tip of him teasing my throat. The only thing that existed in this world was my Master and his beautiful cock. I wanted to push him deeper, past the threshold, but images of Marcus’ hand entwined in Lavinia’s hair as he fucked her throat played through my mind.

I held back, hoping Master would wrap his hands in my hair and push his manhood deeper down my throat ... steal my breath ... leave his cum seeping down my throat.

A shiver ran down my spine and I moaned as the image crystallised in my mind, the little vibrations hopefully adding another pleasurable dimension to my artillery.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

I marvelled silently at the skill of my new slave, this Lydia, never had I felt so charged up by a womans hand her mouth, she licked, she sucked, she played my cock, as a Goddess plays a lyre. Drawing music from deep within my soul.

I had to steel myself to stay upright at times, and I lay my hand upon her head, to steady myself, as she took me deeper, into her throat, and I felt the power within my body begin to rise. The ultimate strength of impending orgasm, and I wrapped her long hair in my fingers. I pushed he rhead closed, driving deeper, forcing the head of my throbbing needfull cock into the pening of her thraot. This was my so far supreme moment, and I cried out.

"Yes whore, yes my dirty slave. SUCK IT, TAKE IT, DRINK IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT, YESSSSSSSSSS."

I came then, releasing my seed, into her orifice, while holding her head against my groin, pulsing, and jerking, as all of my pent up passion was delivered into her. Slowly I, and my shaft subsided, and I let her go, easing my self free, before lying down on the couch, and looking at her.

Her skin glistened from the oil, and her nipples stood proud, swollen, and granite like, perfection personified in a moment of beauty.

I would allow her to rest for a short time, before she would arouse me once more, although, the thought of sliding my hardness, between her two beautiful mounds, was already having some effect.

A few minutes later I stood, and told her to stand also, then I walked behind her once again. With my left hand I took hold of her hair, and pulled her head backwards, bending her neck, my right hand slipped down, across her mpund of curls, giving two fingers access to here love cave. I slipped them inside, between her swolled and slick lips. moving my fingers, bending, flexing, searching for the small spongy area. The place that few Romans were aware of, the place that could turn a slve into a dithering sexual maniac.

As I fingered Lydia, I whispered softly.

"Sir will soon take you Lydia, in both of your remaining orifices, but first, you must make an oath to Sir, accepting him as your Lord, and vowing total obedience. Do that, and you may once more kneel, and succour Sir with your tits and mouth, until I am ready to proceed."

I moved to stand in front of her.

"Lower your eyes slave, forever, unless I say so, and then begin."

 

[DarkEmpress]

Master wrapped his hands in my hair pushing himself deeper down my throat, completely cutting my air supply. I heard his words as he talked dirty to me and I relished in it, being completely at his mercy … pleasing him. I felt him explode, his engorged member throbbing as he expelled his needy lust into me.

Finally letting me go, I gasped, breathing in a deep gulp of air as I swallowed the last of him down. He took a step back and reclined on the couch, his eyes roaming across me. I remained kneeling, slight colour touching my cheeks as I felt his gaze burn across my flesh. I took a finger and trailed it across my lips, dipping it into my mouth with the last droplets of his cum that I caught there.

Standing, Master commanded me to rise to my feet, and I obeyed. He circled around me once more - a predator approaching its prey – coming to a standstill behind me. The thrill of it was always exciting, not knowing what to expect.

Marcus plunged his hand into my hair and pulled my head back, his body burning against my naked flesh as his other hand smoothed across my thigh, two fingers penetrating me. I gasped, clenching my eyes shut as he moved his fingers inside me, stroking across my g-spot. I arched … moaned … my entire body shuddering in response.

His whispered words were spoken so close to my ear, I could feel his breath play across my neck. A sheen of gooseflesh erupted on my skin as he promised to sweetly violate me and take me as his. Every cell in my body was screaming for an earthshattering release as his fingers worked me into a frenzy.

He released me and I moaned at the sudden loss of his touch, his closeness. He came to a standstill in front of me, his gaze holding me captive, wanting my obedience … wanting my total surrender. I lowered my eyes, the motion thankfully hiding the emotions that were swirling in their blue depths. David entered my mind for the first time today and I felt incredibly guilty. He had been my Master - my world - for so long. He was gone. He had been plucked from my life a short few days ago, leaving a gaping hole in my soul. The thought was almost suffocating.

Marcus wanted obedience … he wanted me to devote myself to him. That, I could do. I really had no other choice and if this was what it would be like to be his slave, I would do it in a heartbeat.

My voice was trembling with emotion when I finally spoke, keeping my eyes nailed to the floor so he couldn’t see the tears brimming there. “I vow to be your slave in every sense of the word, Master. My body is yours and I lay it down before you,” I said as I knelt in submission. “My Lord and Master.”

… my heart, however, belonged to another.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

“I vow to be your slave in every sense of the word, Master. My body is yours and I lay it down before you,My Lord, and Master.”

Her words came through loud and clear, in the silent stillness of my home. Their content was important, but also, of no consequence, for it was the act of submission, of giving herself to me, that was of paramount importance.

Taking hold of Lydia`s hands, I helped her to her feet, and kissed each of her nipples, as I caressed her full breasts.
Then, as my hardness twitched yet again, I stroked my fingers over her sex, feeling the heat, and the dampness that now oozed from her cunt.

"Sir will taste his slave."

I pushe dher back, onto the couch, and spread her legs wide, before kneeling to admire her, and, to taste My pussy. I used one finger, tracing the line of her lips, barely touching her skin, I thought that I heard a moan, through my sexual euphoria, and I guessed that by now she was getting a little desperate. But, not yet, I was not finished.

I opened the lips wide, looking deep into her beautiful pink crevice, noting how it almost seemed to pulse under my gaze, to call me in, and to offer me the ultimate prize. I kissed her wet lips, softly, gently, letting my tongue roam over them, before kissing her bud once more, and sucking, biting gently, pulling, sucking and licking. Pulling back slightly, I slid my finger back inside of her, coating it in her juices, and then, I started to circle it around her anal opening, teasing it, pressing, then pulling back.

Finally, I pushed the finger in, at the same time saying to her.

"Now you may cum slave, NOW while Sir drinks from His cunt."

And I buried my face in her,licking, and slurping, as my finger fucked her asshole.

 

[DarkEmpress]

Master extended his hands and I placed mine in his. Marcus effortlessly lifted me to my feet, his hands and lips caressing my breasts. I closed my eyes and felt his fingers smooth across me.

"Sir will taste his slave."

Gooseflesh

Pushing me back onto the couch, Master spread my legs apart before he knelt down between them. I stole a glance and it caught my breath when I found him staring at my silky depths before he slowly lifted a hand to let his fingers ghost across kitten, barely touching me. I clenched the pillows on the couch as a soft moan escaped my lips.

My heart rate escalated as he pressed a gentle kiss there before unleashing his tongue to trace along my needy flesh. Finding the pinnacle of ecstasy, he sucked it into his mouth, toying and playing until I arched off the couch, gasping for air. I felt a finger penetrate me, swirling around before Master let it circle around his next target. All my senses were prickling with anticipation as he teased and toyed before finally plunging his finger into my dark flower, wrenching another moan from me.

His permission for me to cum was like precious water to a desert.

The full onslaught of Master’s talented tongue, coupled with the sweet violation of his finger on my tight bud pushed me ever higher. My breath was rasping past my lips, desperately trying to fuel the fire he was artfully stoking in my veins. I mewled feverishly; my body trembling as the tension grew, rushing me headlong to the edge of the precipice.

I felt like I was on fire as a sheen of perspiration glistened on my skin. Every muscle in my body tightened and I stopped breathing for a moment as the world grinded to an earthshattering halt … silence … and then the first orgasm exploded through my body. I cried out as I shuddered, multiple charges searing through my nervous system.

The release was overwhelming and as I lay panting, trying to catch my breath, only three words crystallised in my mind: “Thank you, Master.”

 

[Blue Dolphin]

She shook beneath my mouth, as her body trembled in the throes of her climax. as I suckled her hole, licking, and drinking in all that she could offer.

“Thank you, Master.”

I pulled back, upon hearning her words, I did not speak, there was no need, we both understood that. I slipped two fingers inside her, gathering up her nectar, which I smeared upon my now pulsing cock, before sliding up her body. I kissed each nipple again, both now hard tight nubs, and suckled them in turn. Then I straddled the slave`s waist, and lay my cock between her tits, before pushing them together, and fucking her tits slowly, leaving her juices, upon her body. Grabbing her hair, I lifted her head, so that she could again lick the head of my cock, thereby submitting to my desire, which would now be her life, forever.

Letting her go, I repositioned myself, holding my cock against her entrance, rubbing it up and down her wet slick lips. I spread her lips, and rubbed the head of my cock on her little rosebud, wiggling it back and forth. Then, slowly, I pushed myself home, watching, as her lips spread, to accomodate my girth. There was no rush, for there is no finer sight for a man, that to see his cock disappear into a hot, wet, and willing woman. I lifted Lydia`s legs, holding her by the ankles, as I fucked her, slowly at first, but all the time building both the tempo, and the pressure.

As my passion rose, I released her legs, and with my hands on the floor, I looked down into her face,and, while fully immersed, I spoke.

"You are mine now Lydia, forever, and no other will ever touch you."

Then I lowered my head, and kissed her lips, licking them softly, and then sucking on them, just the once. I raised my head again, withut speaking, and started to speed up my thrusts again, powering into her, faster and harder, until I could wait no longer.

"Now Lydia, you may cum, now, now, NOOOWWWWW."

I exploded, filling her, pulsing hard as my lifeblood almost shot forth into her wonderful cave of desire.


Then I collapsed, on top of her.