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The Queen and her Slave (Closed to saedo and myself)

Character Profile: Queen Anii'kai of the Sapphire Coast, Alexandria Egypt - Age 23, Tan Skin, Amber Eyes, Dark Hair, Large Bust.


The sun rose earlier than usual this morning. I arose to the sounds of my maids scuffling about my room. I looked to the eastern sun and yawned. I sat up in bed and all the maids bowed before me. "Rise onto your feet. I'm in need of refreshment," I commanded in a soft tone. The youngest of my maids brought forth a golden tray, pouring wine into the jewel encrusted goblet. I nodded my head in approval, taking the cup to drink. They bowed until I was finished. I stood up and they scurried to help undress me for my morning soak in the tub. I walked to the bathing room, stepping into the warm water. I laid my head back for them to wash my hair through combing.

"What is my agenda for this day?" I asked one of the maids.

"Your highness, you have a meeting with slave traders from the Roman Empire. They are bringing men for your approval before they are set to the fields."

I nodded my head in approval. "Good. Bring me my golden armbands as well as my ivory garb. I will greet them looking my best today." I finished bathing and stood, allowing them to dry me off. I got dressed in the clothing that I had requested. By the midday sun, I was ready to greet the travelers. They arrived and bowed before me, I nodded my head in approval. They brought in the men, many bound by chains and dressed in clean cloths.

"Your Highness," one of the traders announced. "These are the men that have been chosen to be traded to you for grains and textiles from your country. Choose which you want and we'll commence the trade."

I stood and walked over to them. Raising their chins to get a better look at them. I used my short staff to examine their hands. "This one to the grain fields. He's a hard worker. And this one, send him to the docks for repairing ships." I continued my examination of the specimens set before me. That's when I noticed one of the men. Dark hair, emerald eyes, strong stature; his hands were soft and he looked like he had never worked a day in his life. I smirked as I looked him over. "This one. He will aid me in my daily duties here in the palace. Speak to my generals and adversaries to complete the trade. They will finish the formalities."

The trader nodded and turned away. Some of the royal guards took the men to begin their duties for the day. I motioned for one of the traders to remove the one man's shackles. He stood before me. "Take this one to be prepped for being my servant. What is your name?" I asked of him.

{OOC: Closed for me and saedo.}
 
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I shuffled along in line with the other slaves. The bindings on our ankles restricted us to a slow walk lest any of us be tempted to run.

Not that there would be much point in fleeing. I certainly bore little resemblance to the locals, so I'd be easy to find. Even if I made it out of the city, I was also separated from my homeland by countless miles of desert and sea. I would not likely survive the journey on foot and alone.

I could only blame myself for my predicament. Everyone in villa knew the patrician favored the his wife's blonde handmaid. I'd have been wiser to ignore her appeal. But as I too often do, I let my libido govern my head. We managed neatly a month of secret interludes before he caught us.

I suppose I was on the whole lucky. For my transgression of cuckolding my master, he sold me to a trader bound for Egypt. If the patrician had discovered that I'd also been having similar trysts with his lovely daughter, he might have made me a eunuch.

The line of slaves was brought to a halt and we were instructed to kneel. Moments later, a coterie of servants swept into the hall. Given their number and the quality of their clothing, they clearly served someone important.

Just who followed soon thereafter. Like the other women, this one wore a linen dress so white that it almost gleamed. She wore more jewelry than the others, though, signalling her wealth and rank. Even without such accessories, her very posture and expression exuded authority. She was unquestionably a noble of some sort.

She was also stunningly beautiful. Long hair as dark as a raven's wing cascaded past her shoulders. Her skin was darker than my own olive hue, but smooth as marble. Her dress suggested a lithe frame that swelled into impressive curves below and especially above the waist. Her bust alone extended considerably beyond her torso.

I turned my eyes away immediately. I knew not whether Egyptian custom would allow a slave to look so directly upon one of her rank. I also felt a dangerous tingle in my nether regions. It had been a long time since I'd even laid eyes on a beautiful woman and my libido wanted for exercise, but this was certainly the wrong place to let such feelings manifest.

I'd picked up enough of the language to understand as she inspected her new slaves. I grimaced as the first few were assigned hard labor. I had only ever served indoors and I didn't relish the prospect of bring assigned to more onerous duties. She fortunately directed that I would join her collection of house slaves.

"Take this one to be prepped for being my servant. What is your name?"

I bowed my head slightly. "Marcus, my lady." I was feeling all the more conspicuous at this distance. Her skin gleamed with oils and she smelled faintly of jasmine, whereas I felt ragged and unclean with my dirty tunic and unkempt beard.

Her amber eyes bore into me for a few seconds, then she moved on. The tingling in my groin intensified; she was even more sensual at close range.

A pair of hands urged me to my feet. A slave girl directed me our of the room and through the myriad of passageways to the servants' quarters. She shoved me into a room containing a wash basin and a bucket of water. Under her watchful eye, I undressed and began to clean myself.
 
"Marcus? You will now be taken to be cleansed before being brought to my study. Al'kandra, take him to the servants' wash quarters." I turned to go to the study, sitting at my cypress wood desk inlaid with ivory and gold as I began to write the work schedules for all the new slaves. I would have to provide this by the end of the day to the Task Overseer so they could prepare the tasks for the new slaves. "The work is so tedious here," I said as I looked to the messenger so they could make copies of the work orders.

*~*In the Servants' Quarters*~*

Al'kandra continued to watch the man that the Queen had chosen to be her servant. There weren't many male slaves that were allowed to be in the royal palace. She gasped quietly as she watched him turn, his manhood hanging in a non-erect state between his legs. She pulled out some brown linen and handed it to him. "You are to be dressed in this," she explained.

*~*Back in the Study*~*

One of the handmaidens brought me a goblet of wine as I took it from them. I sighed as I looked out over the reflection pools awaiting the slave. I wondered how he would react here. That's when I heard the scuffling of a servant's feet. "Bring him in," I commanded.
 
I washed myself as the slave girl observed. After several days of transport, it felt good to clean the dust off.

I was provided a small bronze razor as well. It was far too small to provide an adequate weapon against the guards I'd seen in the hall, but it was sufficiently sharp to shave with.

The slave girl seemed to pay particular interest in that aspect. Romans of wealth like my former owner prized cleanliness even amongst the slaves, so I was clean-shaven below my eyebrows.

Of course, her attention truly focused on me below the waist. I do not know exactly what she said in her language, but the facial expression was one I was quite familiar with. Ever since I'd hit my teens, females had been shocked at my size.

The appreciation made me wonder if perhaps the girl would be amenable for more than a mere visual inspection. I'd not had opportunity for relief in weeks and my scrotum hung heavy with desire. While this slip of a girl was no comparison to her luscious mistress, she was pretty enough.

I stopped myself before I let my lustful thoughts begin to take physical form. I'd landed in my present circumstance precisely because I had satiated my lust with someone else's female. Perhaps this girl was similarly off limits. I decided I'd best wait till I had a better famiarity with my new environment.

When I'd finished cleaning, the girl handed me a linen cloth several feet in length. It was a naturally tan color, which suggested a lower status than those who wore bleached white garments. With some help from the girl, I wrapped the garment around my waist, forming a kilt that draped just shy of my knees.

There was no corresponding cloth for my torso, but there was hardly need of one. Nearly all the native men I'd seen were likewise bare-chested. Given the heat of this sun-baked country, it made sense to wear as little as possible.

I followed the slave girl once more as she led me through hallways to another room. I once again beheld the aristocratic beauty from earlier. Though her back was to us, her curvaceous form was impossible to mistake. Even from behind, the swells of her bosom could be seen straining against the fabric of her dress.

The slave girl escorted me to within a few yards of the woman and then knelt. I followed suit, making sure to keep my eyes downcast as I bent my knee.

"He has been prepared, Mistress," the girl said.

I kept my eyes down and waited. What did this woman want of me?

 
I stood and made my way over to him. He stood there in the doorway and appeared to be completely clean at this point. He was wearing the traditional garb that was required of slaves to wear. There was a level to the garments that slaves wore. Lower level slaves that would be working in the pens with the animals wore grey garments. As the levels went on, Marcus was wearing the tanned hue which was for slaves of the Royal House. "I see. You may go back to your other duties, Al'kandra." I waved her away and she did just that.

As the drapes closed over the doorway, I walked around him and took in his physique. I looked at his arms and realized he seemed strong, very toned. I smiled as I looked to him. I came back around and stood in front of him. "I know you have not been told what you are here for. Allow me to elaborate. You will serve me great delicacies. You will taste them before hand to check for poisons. You will gather me anything that I might need at any time, no matter the size or weight of it. You will also serve me when I am in need of sexual relief."

I watched his reaction before I continued. "You will be perfect for my own uses. I understand that your history includes being intimate with your previous slavemaster's woman. There will not be a chance that you will be with anyone other than me at any time. You will be housed in the servants quarters, but here every day at dawn until dusk, even after nightfall. If you are caught fondling any of the other women, I will eliminate you. You are my slave and mine alone. Is any of this clear to you?" I stood back and awaited his response.
 
I raised a questioning eyebrow at her words. "Sexual relief?" She'd hardly met me and she planned to fuck me?

I waited for her to finish before responding. "I understand, but if I may speak more directly, there are things you should know."

Her amber eyes gazed down at me. She at last nodded slightly, giving me permission to proceed.

"I might not be appropriate for the relief duties you require. Though you have not yet seen, I am quite large below the waist." I glanced over at the slave girl who had escorted me. "Exceptionally so, really."

The slave girl raised her head and nodded emphatically. Her tan cheeks blushed as confirmed my words.

"You are an extremely slender woman, my lady," I continued, permitting myself a glance at her frame. Indeed, while her bust was incredibly round, her waistline narrowed to a remarkable degree before flaring back out into a delightful set of hips. "I have never lain with a woman possessed of such a delicate frame. I fear my size could be too much - that I might harm you."

I disliked refusing her, but I thought that better than the alternative. If I said nothing and this noble woman injured her most delicate flower trying to impale herself upon me, I'd undoubtedly be punished. Maybe even killed. Best to be impudent now.
 
I looked to his eyes as he spoke out of terms with me. I was not one to be taken kindly when people think they can speak in such a manner to me without being allowed. "Who do you think I am? I am no delicate flower of the Nile. I am the Queen of this region and you will respect me as such. I want you for what I wish to use you for. Do you not wish to lay with me? Do you consider me not worthy of your manhood?"

I walked over to him and slapped a small whip against his back. "You are under my control, for my use alone. I do not care how large you are. I will judge you for myself. Be prepared to be in my chambers tonight. No exceptions. I will make my judgement for myself. No one will make it for me. Is that understood?" I questioned him.

I motioned for a guard to walk with the young handmaiden to transport Marcus. "Take him to be nourished. I will have him in my chambers at the time of dusk. I will be waiting, Marcus," I said with a bat of my eyelashes, before turning to continue what I was doing.
 

I clamped my mouth shut, wishing I'd never opened it. She was Queen? I'd thought her some rich merchant's wife, not a ruling noble. I could not readily afford to displease her. Her authority here was absolute.

I was grateful when she did nothing more than strike me herself. Each guard was armed with a long curving sword and I didn't doubt that any of them would hack me in two if their Queen so requested. I preferred a light bruise to death.

Once dismissed, I was taken to another room and fed. The meal was simply, but it did contain fresh meat. It was far better than the hard bread and water I'd received from the slave trader.

I was then taken to another room where three additional maidens joined us. I was stripped naked and made to lie down. My body was massaged with warm oils till my skin was smooth and pliable.

While on my back, the apparent leader of the maidens knelt beside me holding a small pot. She poured a creamy salve into her hands, then promptly grabbed my scrotum.

I gave a start, but the other maidens held me down. "Do not struggle, Roman," the head maiden instructed. "You will soon grow used to the sensation."

Indeed, a peculiar prickling crept over the area as she worked the salve into my balls and cock. It didn't exactly hurt, but nor was it particularly pleasant. But something was clearly happening. "What is that?" I asked.

The head maiden smiled mysteriously. "Her Majesty is like the sun in the noon sky - filled with fiery heat. But mere mortals cannot withstand such blazing attention for long without assistance. As such, the priestesses prepare this for use on Her Majesty's consorts. With it, you will find your manhood will not wither in the heat, but shall remain tall and strong."

The Egyptians were known to worship strange deities. Who knew what powers such creatures might bestow upon their followers? "Is it dangerous?" I asked cautiously.

The maiden shrugged. "The other consorts often complained that they ached for release more frequently." She cast an appraising eye on my endowment . "Their manhoods also grew thicker and heavier with repeated treatment, but I do not recall one ever being as large as you. If the same increase occurs to you....." The head maiden shrugged and let the thought trail off. "But since the greater danger is in displeasing Her Majesty, you are on balance taking the less risky path."

I swallowed uncomfortably. She was right, of course. I'd heard tales that the current Queen of Egypt was a great beauty who was regarded as fair and kind by her people. But even nice monarchs could become angry. Best to strive to please her.

Once the salve had been applied, the maidens dressed me in a short kilt of white linen much like their own dresses. This signaled that I was a valued property. However, as a mere slave, I was only afforded sufficient clothing to conceal my nakedness; my kilt hung little lower than a loincloth. Only free men and their betters could wear true garments.

After I was dressed, I was escorted to a new section of the palace. The walls here were covered with ornate carvings and fine materials. The head maiden soon confirmed that I was in the royal domicile.

"Beyond is the Queen's bedchamber. You will brought to wait here every sunset. If the Queen has use for you before she retires, you will serve her. If she does not, you will be sent back to sleep with the other house slaves until the next night. Now kneel."

I bent my knee as directed. The maiden left. I was alone, waiting to discover my fate for tonight.
 
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I was taken to the royal baths as I was prepared for my night alone with my new acquisition. I smiled as the royal several handmaidens prepared the bath with numerous incense and oils. I dipped into the water, my body becoming encased in the scented water. They began to run ivory combs through my hair as I laid my head back into the water basin.

One handmaiden began to take cloth and wash my nether region, washing under my tits as well. I then stood only to be completely washed down with clean warm water poured over my head, it cascading down my nude form, washing away a majority of the oils, but leaving the scents.

I stepped out of the bath to be quickly dried off by two women. They wrapped a rose colored silk around me. As it laid against my skin, they tied it off with golden thread at the shoulders, wrapping a sash of the same color around my waist. I was dressed in the silken thread as it was draped perfectly on my form.

The head handmaiden came into the room and bowed before me. "The servant is prepared for you, your majesty.."

I nodded my approval and waved her off. She quickly scurried off out of the room. The women pulled my raven black hair back into a small bun, silver trimmings weaved through my locks. I was spritzed with numerous scents as I walked out of the bathing room. I walked down to my bedchamber and walked into the room.

I saw him kneeling on the floor. "I see you have been nourished and taken care of," I said as I walked to in front of him. The bed was draped with silks and thin materials, cascading down the side of the large canopy. I took his hand and guided him to the bed. I pushed him backwards onto the bed. I picked up a peacock feather and guided it along his body, teasing him.

"Let us see if you are as large as my handmaidens have been murmuring about. Remove your bottom garments," I said looking to him.
 

I found it difficult not to stare at the Queen as she approached. Her current dress had plunging neckline that revealed perhaps a quarter of each magnificent breast. Though just a hint of her orbs' actual size, it was a stunningly seductive outfit.

She backed me up towards the cushions and bedding, teasing me with a peacock feather. I felt slightly uneasy by this atypical power dynamic. All of my previous lovers had been women I'd seduced - sometimes gently, sometimes not. Even when I began coupling with my owner's daughter in secret, she still deferred to me in private.

The Queen had no such timidity. Just her walk towards me showed utter confidence that she was in charge of what was soon to happen. It was she who would be sexually conquering me.

"Let us see if you are as large as my handmaidens have been murmuring about." Her feather dipped below the short kilt and brushed along my inner thigh. I inhaled and my nostrils filled with the delicate spice of her perfume. I could feel the tingling begin almost immediately in my groin.

The Queen made a low, throaty purr as my cock swung into view. The short kilt barely concealed it as it was. The loosening of my inhibition caused the head to drop fully into view.

"Remove your bottom garments. "

I did as directed. The kilt-like garment dropped away, revealing my dangling manhood. The thick, flaccid shaft drooped over my plump scrotum and hung several inches down my thigh. Even in its soft slumber, it was easily superior to most.

The Queen's amber eyes seemed to widen slightly - or was that my imagination? Her handmaid had suggested that the Queen had considerable experience with a variety of consorts. Perhaps it was foolish to hope that I might impress her.

The Queen returned her gaze to mine. Without her eyes leaving mine, she placed her hand around my cock. The casual confidence of her gesture needed no words of explanation. I belonged to her. Therefore, my cock belonged to her. She was touching her cock.

I'd never been in presence of such a powerful, sexual being. I found intimidating - yet arousing.

My cock responded in kind. Blood began to pool inside, warming the soft flesh. The shaft began to thicken and distended. Her thumb and forefinger were forced apart as its girth expanded.

She kept her hand on my cock, stroking it slightly as it began to stiffen and rise. I began to breathe more deeply as my heart thudded in my chest. With each beat, the shaft would twitch as it tilted from downward to horizontal. The color shifted from a slight pink to a increasingly deep crimson.

By the time it began to tilt slightly upward, it was considerably thicker than my wrist. The Queen now needed both hands to contain it. Thick veins were now bulging across its length, creating ridges and valleys along the surface. I looked to the Queen's eyes. Was my - or perhaps more accurately, her - cock pleasing to her?
 
The sight of his cock was enough to make me groan out. His manhood was quite large as I looked at it. I eyed it from all angles that I could until I took it into my hand. "Oh my," I gasped as I felt it come to life. I was sizing him up as I did so, it surprised me a lot.

I straddled the bed and watched his face. He seemed to be enjoying it. I then smirked. "Larger than many of my previous consorts. You are truly unique. I believe I made a correct choice," I said to him as I then removed my clothing.

I stood over him and spread my legs. I rubbed his cock as I then lowered myself down onto him. "Ohh mm.." I groaned out. It felt as if he would break me in half with his large rod. His cock bottomed out inside of me as I pressed down further, feeling him curl up inside of my tight cunt.

I looked to him. "Does this not please you?" I was curious. I wanted to know. If he spoke correctly, then he'd stay as my slave. But if he did not, I'd have him and then do away with him.

"What is your answer?" I cringed as I began to bounce up and down on his thick long rod.
 

The Queen pushed me back against the bed. As I watched from my prone position, she removed her garments. Her breasts surged forth, the two orbs nearly spherical with nipples thicker than my thumbs. Her sex was already moist and tinged pink with arousal.

The Queen apparently eschewed ceremony in the bedchamber. She straddled my frame and parted her nether lips with one hand as she guided my cock with the other.

She winced as the heavy glans plowed into her. Her pussy seemed ridiculously narrow compared its bulk, but her tender flesh stretched miraculously as she rested her weight atop the fleshy pillar. Gradually, the massive shaft slipped inside.

The Queen proved remarkably snug for one of her experience. Or perhaps I truly was larger than any of her previous conquests. I saw in her eyes what appeared to be true anxiety as to whether she could handle my excessive girth. But bit by bit, her pussy gorged itself on my member till she rested her lips against my lower belly.

"Does this not please you?" she inquired as she began to rock her hips against me.

In truth, I did. I had always enjoyed my lovers. I adored the warm wet of a woman's pussy. But I hesitated to say. I was here not by request, but by command of my owner. I had known masters both cruel and kind in my short lifetime. Some wanted their servants to have a small measure of happiness. Others enjoyed tormenting
their slaves, ever ready to see them suffer. Which was the Queen?

"I am pleased if it pleases you, Your Majesty," I replied.

I'm not sure she heard me. Her head was thrown back and she was moaning with increasing frequency. I could feel her hardened clit brush against my abdomen as she ground herself against me. Her orgasm appeared imminent.

Unfortunately, my own appeared less so. Already my balls ached, but no explosion came. I recalled that the head maiden had told me that my manhood would not wither quickly thanks to the mystical salve. I gathered now that I would remain hard far longer than normal, ensuring the Queen multiple chances to pleasure herself. I hoped my will could withstand the aching need as long.
 
His cock was pressing so far within my cunt as I looked to him. His response was enough for me, but I really couldn't focus as my body was close to experiencing the strong impending orgasm that I was craving. I kept grinding my clit against his groin as I rode him nice and hard. His balls were hitting against my ass as I felt him grow tense. He wasn't close, but gods, I sure was!

My voluptuous orbs were bouncing around as I continued to ride to my hearts content. "Ahh, yes! I'm...ohh..I'm almost there!" I said as I looked to him, holding onto his chest. My pussy began to clench around him as I felt him throb. I wanted to cum so bad and it was almost there.

"Ohh yes! Yes!!!" I cried out as my voice echoed against the room. I looked up to the ceiling as my cunt gushed my juices around him. I continued to ride him hard as I rode through my orgasmic bliss. "Oh yes..." I was now covered in a thin sheen of sweat as I looked to him.

"Mount me," I said as I moved off of him. I spread my legs motioning for him to enter me from this angle.
 

The Queen rode atop me for several minutes before her torso shook. Her head tilted skyward as she cried with pleasure. Her already moist interior flooded, eventually leaking out from her pussy as she continued to grind away. Soon my belly and scrotum were slick with her juices.

When she had recovered, the Queen rolled off me. My cock popped free wit an audible squelch. She flopped on her back, her bosom heaving with each inhalation. "Mount me," she directed.

I did as instructed. I existed but to serve. Soon I was sending long, smooth strokes into her fiery depths.

Oddly, I found myself eager to cum, but seemingly unable. Pride myself as I did on my endurance, but her vagina milked my cock too delightfully to withstand this long. Yet despite my aching desire, I seemed unable to push myself over the edge.

The mystical salve. I assumed it might dull my sensation to let me last longer, but it seemed to even enhance it. My manhood was fully engorged and I felt close to the precipice, but there I stayed - rock hard for Her Majesty's enjoyment. I could only hope that I could withstand this sweet torture before it drove me mad.
 
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I continued to ride out my orgasmic bliss as he pressed into me. His body was so hard as he forced his dick into my slick cunt. I sniffed the air and could smell a familiar scent. "She put the salve on you... That's not a normal erection you have. It must be painful," I said as I moved my hands up and down his side, teasing his body to make his pleasure more unbearable. I hooked my legs around his waist as I pulled him closer to my body. His cock was so large as it stretched my insides, causing a bulge on my lower abdomen. The night air curled through the drapes as my moans echoed into the darkness.

I continued to rub his side and looked into his eyes. He was stiff as I looked to him. "Relax...I know this is not what you were expecting." I smirked as I began to push my hips up against his body. "If you wish...take control...just for now." I was panting as I looked up to the ceiling. My body was reacting to the salve that was on him, causing me to grow hotter in my cunt. I looked to him.

"If you wish, cum within me. Your pleasure shouldn't be prolonged much further now.." I was nearing another orgasm as I laid under him.
 

I lost all track of time as I plowed away. I'd never so actively plunged myself into a welcoming woman for so long without climaxing. The Queen writhed with yet another orgasm, yet I remained as hard as ever.

Still, the salve could not permanently reduce me to stone. After an agonizing delay, I felt the familiar sensations in my loins presaging my release. "Oh gods," I groaned. "I'm to cum!"

The Queen gazed at me with her amber eyes. ""If you wish...take control...just for now," she said between gasps of her own.

I was immediately confused. I was but a slave. The control was hers to have and hers to wield. I was only to obey.

"If you wish, cum within me, " she continued.

Her words frightened me. Why was the Queen suggesting such a reckless course? If I spilled my seed within her and if her flower was fertile, she might become pregnant. What queen would want to bear the child of a slave? Indeed, what queen would even want their noble womb even tainted by the seed of a slave?

I knew it must be yet another test. The Queen must know she was not yet in the proper phase of the moon for my seed to find purchase. She would then test me to see if I was so foolhardy to expend myself inside her. If I proved a fool, I'd be beaten - or worse. I must not be a fool.

"I would not spill my seed inside your noble womb,Your Majesty, " I gasped as I withdrew. I had barely exited her when my explosion hit. I bent double, the impact hitting me in the gut like a kick from a goat. I almost screamed as jism fountained out of me.

Unfortunately, I was slow. While I avoided spilling my seed within the Queen, my cock was still aimed at her. Jets of sticky white gushed out with sufficient force to leave splatters on her face and in her hair. The bulk landed on her torso, drenching her breasts and abdomen. Thanks to the priests' salve, the sheer volume vastly exceeded any previous experience.

When I at last finished and my cock sagged into softness, I sank to my knees. "My apologies, Majesty," I croaked, my throat now dry with exhaustion. With that I collapsed to the pillows, all but unconscious from exertion and orgasmic bliss.
 
As he withdrew his cock from my overly wet cunt, I groaned at the loss and looked to him. His manhood shot his seed forth like an elephant's trunk shoots water. The hot sticky mess sprayed all over me as I felt it completely cover my torso. I gasped as I felt some of the stream hit my face and hair, slowly falling as I moved around to get a better sight of him. For a slave, he sure did cum a lot. It was more than usual at least more than I had seen. It was quite the sight to see.

As he collapsed on the other side of the room and uttered his apologies, I just stared at him. His cock was quite long even after a climax such as he had. "There is no apologies. I don't normally show concern for my slaves, let alone consorts. But are you doing alright?" I looked to him as I stood up. His seed slipping down my body. I sought out a linen cloth to begin cleaning up by body.

I looked to him for the longest. "You have pleased me. Bringing me to pleasure more than once is notable. If you wish, you may go to your quarters. I will call upon you tomorrow at dawn.. No salve will be required tomorrow night.. Head handmaiden! He's in need of bed. Take him to get cleaned up. I will retire to my bed for now." I turned around and continued wiping his seed away from me.
 

For the briefest moment, the Queen seemed taken aback by being doused in my seed. For the briefest moment, she seemed like any other woman.

But her regal composure asserted itself swiftly. She rose from the cushions and I was immediately struck by her beauty and nobility. Even naked and dripping with both her juices and mine, she radiated authority.

Her Majesty called for her maids to take me away. Exhausted after my sexual ordeal, I leaned heavily on one as I was escorted from the room. I was bathed and put to bed.

The following morning, I was awoken by another trio of maids. In what would soon become a daily routine, two of them made sure my nails were clean, my face shaven, and my hair trimmed. The third tossed aside my kilt and began applying the mystical salve to my genitals.

I was then dressed according to my station. As a house slave who worked for Her Majesty, I wore a white linen kilt. Like other male slaves, I remained bare-chested.

One additional item was added to my attire. After applying the salve, a soft linen strap was used to bind my cock to my thigh. Since the light fabric of the kilt would poorly conceal a rising erection, the strap ensured that I would not embarrass Her Majesty in public.

I spent my day serving Her Majesty as any other slave. I carried her things, tasted her food for poison, and generally standing ready to fulfill whatever request she might make.

Then in the evening, the maids cleaned and dressed me as they had the first night. I was therefore made ready should Her Majesty desire my services. Would she want me again so soon? Or would she make me wait till the next night? Or the night after? I was subject to her desires.
 
The next day it was quiet. There was nary a problem in the royal court. It was running perfectly. I continued to look out to the fields and saw rain clouds approaching. I ordered one of the guards to come over. "Go tell the foremen out in the fields to take the rest of the day off. It is going to rain soon." The guard nodded and made a hasty retreat to go do what I had ordered him.

I was followed by Marcus all day. It was good for the slave that I had acquired to learn the ways of the palace, to know that he was not only for sexual needs. He had a place here now and that was all that mattered.

The day was waning into dusk as I made my way into my chambers. I wandered into the chambers and was expecting him to be there. I was not wanting to experience sexual activity this night. It would be one more day before that were to happen. I was dressed by the maids in a cobalt blue dress as I went into the chamber.

He was sitting there once again, but I made my way over to the desk in the corner. "Are you literate? If so, I have a job for you," I explained as I sat down on the corner of the ornate desk. I looked to him as I continued to explain. "You are to write out my dinner speech as I dictate it for tomorrow. There are delegates from Rome that are arriving."
 

I felt an unexpected surge of delight when Her Majesty summoned me. Though the previous night's experience had been tiring and even somewhat painful, I'd never experienced such an intense climax before. I hoped to soon repeat it.

Unfortunately, my hopes looked to be in vain. The Queen directed me to ink and papyrus and instructed me to take notes. I nodded my acquiescence. "Yes, Your Majesty."

The Queen proceeded to compose aloud while I recorded her thoughts. She'd periodically stop and have me read back her efforts, deciding to approve or rewrite as she saw fit. Well over an hour passed before she was satisfied.

" Will there be anything else, Your Majesty?" I tried to keep the plaintive note out of my voice. Her attitude certainly suggested that she would not be taking me to bed that night, but the warm ache beneath my kilt hoped otherwise.
 
I could sense that his attention was waning, that he was wanting to take me to the bed once more. We were here, why shouldn't we? I continued dictating the papers to him, hoping that everything would turn out just fine the next day during the meeting with the court officials from Rome.

I kept glancing at him every now and again. I knew that his cock must be aching. The head handmaiden must have put that salve on him again even after I commanded her not to. I sighed as he asked me if there would be anything else. I was imagining his cock once more as he asked me that. I looked to him.

"Oh, of course there will be," I nodded. I moved over to him and removed his kilt. His cock was throbbing but being held against his leg by silk. "That's a shame. You shouldn't be in this type of pain.." Was I falling in love with him? I couldn't tell really but it was feeling odd after all.

I removed the silk strap and made it where he was released. "Do you wish to bed me once more? I do not mind.." I moved around and stretched out on the bed. "Take control of me this time. I want you to feel aroused in a state that you are comfortable with." I wondered what he would do. Would he take the chance to bed me in this manner?
 
"Oh, of course there will be," the Queen replied.

She reached clothes and tugged the bindings free. I was left naked but for
my collar and the strap around my manhood. She unfastened the latter, letting my shaft swing upright.

"Do you wish to bed me once more? I do not mind.." The Queen moved to her bed and laid back on the cushions. Her magnificent breasts strained at her dress. I longed to touch them. I hoped she would let me.

"Take control of me this time. I want you to feel aroused in a state that you are comfortable with."

I stood still. What she said made no sense. A slave control a master? What did she mean? Was this some other test? Was she playing some sort of game? Was she toying with me - like a cat with a mouse?

"I . . . I do not understand, Your Majesty," I confessed. "I am but your humble servant. I am yours to control. How may I serve you?"
 
He seemed too hesitant as I continued to try and get him to pleasure me. His body was reacting to my looks perfectly. It must have seemed too odd for him. A woman of such political stature like myself offering her body to him, it must be strange for him.

I looked to him as he asked me what it was he must do. I just shook my head. "I offer my acquisitions to have one night per two weeks to which they take control of me. This is your first time being in the presence of such a woman of my stature, so I am certain you are uncomfortable."

I took him by the hand and led him over to the bed. His erection was standing proudly as he walked. I proceeded to lay down on the bed after removing my dress. I revealed my bare pussy as I spread my legs out before him and looked to him with my amber eyes.

"Do you not wish to bed me?" I asked of him. I was wanting to see how he would react.

"Please, do not fear me... This is completely normal. It is not a trick," I tried to reassure him.
 

I thought for a moment. This truly struck me as out of tune. I was the slave, she the master. Yet now I was not? But only for tonight? It made no sense.

"If I am to be in charge, then you are to serve me?" I ventured. "Then should not you be bound as I would be?"

" Send for the your handmaid," I directed. "Tell her to bind your wrists and shackle your ankles as I was when we first met."
 
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