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Chapter 28
Entering one of the guest bedrooms my Roman slave laid me gently down on the edge of the king size four poster bed and then dropped to his knees.
‘Please Mistress may I speak?’
Feeling a little flustered at being swept off my feet, just as I had imagined in my daydreams I answer with a slightly shaky ‘yes, you may speak’.
‘Thank you Ma’am. Mistress Maritje has commanded that I am to be yours for the rest of the night. Please use me as you wish. If I displease you in any way Mistress Maritje has given her consent that you may punish me as if I were your own property. But I sincerely hope Ma’am that you will be more than satisfied with me.’
Knowing full well that he can’t fail to satisfy me physically I lift his head so that our eyes meet and reply ‘I’m sure you will be more than satisfactory, my roman slave.’
His first task is to gently remove my red satin peep toe shoes and bathe my hot and aching feet with his tongue. I feel a shiver of pleasure run down my spine as I perch on the edge of the bed and watch him; head bent over my raised foot intent on gliding his tongue over the soles of my feet, stopping every so often to push his tongue between my toes. Even though I know my feet must smell and taste of sweat from being imprisoned in shoes all evening it doesn’t seem to put Dennis off at all. From the smile on his face each time he glances up at me it appears that Dennis is enjoying the menial task given to him. It takes an hour before I finally tell him to stop. His tongue must be aching like hell but he doesn’t utter a single word of complaint, but then he would be well aware of the dangers of doing so.
Sitting back on his haunches he links his hands behind his head and looks to the floor to wait for my next command. I’m impressed that he seems so subservient, remembering the conversations he has had with you previously about using any opportunity to escape from his enslavement, but I suppose that he has spent enough time in slavery now to know the consequences of either disobedience or an escape attempt.
I take my time before giving him his next command, wanting to make the most of the opportunity to ‘drink in’ the sight of this gorgeous slave kneeling before me. I don’t think of him as a man, I’ve learnt the hard way the trouble that causes. From now on I intend that any slave I own will be considered by me to be merely property. I will never again make the mistake of treating slaves as human beings because they aren’t. But that doesn’t stop me from appreciating the fine specimen that is mine for the night, and hopefully for the next few months.
Knowing that he must be hot and uncomfortable wearing the Roman uniform I contemplate letting him remove it, but fuck it I think to myself, it turns me on to see him wearing it so he can keep it on all night, hot or not. I don’t bother to restrain him in any way; that would just restrict his movements and mean that I will have to do more work and tonight I don’t intend to do anything more strenuous than lie on the bed while my slave for the night pleasures me in every way possible. And pleasure me he does! For the first time since I lost you I am able to forget my pain and misery as Dennis takes me to the dizzy highs of orgasm again and again.
The feel of the ring piercing his cock inside me as he thrusts himself in and out with powerful movements is like nothing I’ve experienced before. The things he does with his tongue prove that he is a lover of women. Not for him the mechanical movements of a man forced to pleasure his Mistress. He really does enjoy making love to women, and it shows in everything he does. Perhaps, I muse to myself, foreign men are just better lovers than British men. He certainly succeeds where all those free men have failed; he makes me forget about you, if only for a brief time.
When I’m completely satiated, feeling exhausted from continuous orgasms I order Dennis to lie across the foot of the bed where I secure his hands to one post and his feet to the other. Then slipping under the silk covers of the huge four-poster I fall asleep with a smile on my face, leaving Dennis to lie awake, uncomfortable from the awkward way I have bound him to the pillars, and cold as his body starts cooling down after his strenuous exertions of the evening.
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The following morning I wake to a gentle knock at the door.
‘Come in’ I call in answer to the knock.
A male slave naked except for a metal cage imprisoning his cock enters bearing a tray with breakfast. He waits patiently while I sit up and make myself comfortable and then places the tray on the bed.
‘What time is it slave?’
‘It’s quarter to eight Ma’am.’
‘Oh, nearly time for you to spend some free time Dennis’ I say to him then turning back to the domestic slave I order him to remove the rope binding Dennis’ hands and feet before he leaves.
Dennis is relieved to be freed early from his uncomfortable position, as not only do his muscles feel cramped from being unable to move all night; his bladder is bursting, as I never gave him the opportunity to relieve himself the night before. However, his relief is short lived as I add that the slave must not release him until 8 o’clock on the dot. Both slaves are forced to remain motionless while I recline in bed enjoying my breakfast. At precisely 8 o’clock the domestic slave loosens the rope to allow Dennis his freedom.
Dennis slowly climbs off the bed stretching his arms and legs to relieve the cramp in them before asking permission to use the bathroom.
‘You don’t need to ask me to use the bathroom Dennis, you are a free man for the next 24 hours remember?’
‘Yes Ma’am I realise that I am free but it would still be rude of me to just use your personal bathroom without asking permission’.
‘Oh okay, of course you may use it and you may take a shower too if you wish.’
When he’s finished he returns to the bedroom wrapped only in a small towel that barely covers his manhood. Sitting on the edge of the bed he asks if he may speak frankly to me without fear of punishment once his freedom is over.
‘Dennis you are at this moment a free man. Whatever you do or say can’t be used against you later on, unless of course you break the law. What is it you want to say?’
‘As you know Ma’am your slave Roy is a good friend to me and I am curious to know why you have not brought him with you. Mistress Maritje has told me that I am to be your slave for the next six months. Has something happened to him? Do you still own him?’
Seeing the fleeting look of pain cross my face at the mention of your name, he hastily apologises for asking such a personal question and says that I do not have to answer him.
‘It’s okay Dennis, I don’t mind answering your question. Yes I do still own him, well sort of. I’m afraid that things went badly wrong. He forced himself on my best friend one evening, when I made the mistake of giving him some freedom. To cut a long story short his punishment, for which he should be extremely grateful, is to spend the next two years serving the woman he tried to rape. After that he will return to me, and I intend to sell him immediately.’
Stunned Dennis can’t believe that you would ever betray me like that, or attack a woman in such a horrendous way. Even though he knows about the horrific events that took you to the auction house in the first place he knows it was completely out of character for you and at that time you were under tremendous strain. He is absolutely certain that you would not rape one of my friends.
‘I can’t believe that he would do that Ma’am. I know Roy and, please forgive me for speaking of it, but I know what he did to you, and I know that what he did was because he couldn’t cope with the trauma of being captured and forced into slavery. I know that is no excuse for what he put you through but we spent many hours talking when we were here together and I know how much he loves you, and how much he hated himself for what he did to you. I think he will be tormented by the horror of his actions for the rest of his life. He would never again choose to hurt you. Please believe me he would never do anything to harm you or any of your friends. There must be some mistake.’
Giving a bitter laugh I reply ‘There’s no mistake. He was caught with his head between her legs, forcing himself on her. I saw how traumatised my friend was by the whole thing. There is no way he could ever deny that he forced himself on her. If he hadn’t been caught when he was I have no doubt he would actually have raped her.’
‘Can I ask who your friend was? Was it Miss Chrissie?’
Surprised and puzzled that you know of her I reply ‘yes it was her. How do you know her name, and why would you think it was her?’
‘Roy has spoken to me about her.’
‘Why would he talk to you about her? He hadn’t seen her for years, before the night he tried to rape her.’
Hesitantly he replies ‘I’m not sure if I should tell you what he told me. I don’t want to get him into any more trouble, but please believe me she is not the person you think she is.’
My curiosity aroused I ask him to explain what he means, promising that anything he tells me will not be used against you later on. Of course I don’t intend to keep that promise. I will use the information he gives me as I see fit. If it means you must receive further punishment then so be it.
Slowly he recounts the details of how you met Chrissie in a pub when you escaped and how upon finding out you were a slave she forced you to give her oral sex in her car before throwing you out and driving off. As I listen to the details I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Chrissie is my best friend; there is no way she would do that to me. But Dennis is adamant that you were not lying.
I lie there stunned at what I’ve just been told. My mind is in turmoil. Who do I believe? I don’t know, and I don’t know what to do about it. Do I ask Chrissie? But if I do and it was true, she would deny it and how could I ever prove it? I feel sick; my life is falling apart. I really wish I hadn’t asked him to explain what he meant. I had just about got over your betrayal and was ready to start afresh but now….??’
‘I’m sorry Ma’am to tell you what I have, but I would not have told you if I didn’t believe in my friend’s innocence. I think you are doing him a huge injustice. He loves you with all his heart and would never willingly do anything to hurt you, physically or emotionally. He told me that he accepted his fate and that he would willingly be your slave just to be with you. He was devastated that you were selling him. All he wanted was to be given another chance to show you how devoted to you he was, and you gave him that chance. I am certain he would not betray you this way, and risk losing you for good. I believe that your friend took an opportunity that arose and used him like she did the first time.’
Losing control I start sobbing ‘She’s my best friend; we’ve known each other for years. She wouldn’t do that to me! It’s Roy I don’t trust. He left me before without a backward glance. I was pregnant with his child and he left me! I hate him!’
Surprised at the news of a baby, you hadn’t told him about that he wraps his arms around me stroking and kissing my hair to calm me.
When I finally compose myself he gently asks if I am okay. When I confirm that I am he says ‘Please let me ask you a question. If Roy was forcing himself on her why was he the one performing oral sex on her rather than her being the one forced to suck his cock?’
It takes a while for his question to sink in, but realising that he’s right, when has a guy ever forced a woman into sex by giving her pleasure instead of forcing her to pleasure him? Why didn’t that one simple fact occur to me? Was I so shocked and traumatised by what I believed he had done that I failed to really listen to what I was being told. Shaken by the realisation that maybe after all Roy is innocent and my best friend is really a twisted woman I stutter ‘ I-I-I don’t know’ as my whole world starts to fall apart again.
Rising from the bed Dennis says ‘please trust in him. He would die for you, don’t let a false friendship blind you to what really happened. When I come to you as your slave tomorrow, please let me help you find the truth.’
Without waiting for a reply he walks towards the door leaving me deep in thought.
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