Esme's Gift

(closed for Rocket1010)


“This way, Daddy. Hurry. I want seats in the front.”

Esme’s wide eyes eagerly scanned the room as she tugged impatiently on her father’s hand. Lucan allowed Esme to pull him through the gathering crowd. Without saying a word, his dark gaze and imposing stature easily cleared a path for them and Esme led her father to a pair of velvet chairs in the first row. At the foot of the stage and to the left of the auctioneer’s podium, Esme sat down directly in front of the auction block.

It wasn’t Esme first slave auction but it was the first time she’d be able to choose the one she wanted and have it for her own – the traditional 18th birthday present and symbol of adulthood.

Lucan watched his beautiful daughter as she tried to contain her excitement and maintain an air of mature nonchalance. Her deep blue eyes danced with anticipation and her long golden curls rearranged themselves down her back each time she raised her chin for a better look at the stage. Her fair skin was tinted pink at her cheeks but she finally managed to compose her lovely face into a mask of composure – except for the smile on her soft pink lips. Lucan watched her chest rise and fall quickly beneath the silk of her delicate blue gown, he could see her pulse beat rapidly at her throat and he smiled, he knew her excitement and how she was looking forward to this day.

He leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Have you given any thought to what you want?”

His handsome face was smiling as he asked – he knew Esme had thought and dreamed of little else for months, ever since her older friends had started turning 18. He was a little concerned about what she would decide she required, he and his wife had always given their only daughter everything she wanted, and now he expected her choice would be exotic and expensive.

“I know I don’t want one like Helene’s. She let me try him and although she seems very happy with him, I was disappointed. He was very obedient and did everything as I commanded – hands, tongue and cock – but there was no fire, almost no life in him. He is very pretty, has a beautiful voice, can play several instruments…” She shrugged her shoulders… “But so do most eunuchs. I don’t want one like that, a lap dog. I want big and strong, handsome not pretty, something with muscles… something like a gladiator.”

Her face was blushing pink as she anticipated all the fun she could have with her new toy.


I know it is a bit unusual, but I’d like to try a roleplay a story where a young girl gets her first personal slave as her 18th birthday present. She wants a manly man, not a fancy boy like all her friends are getting for their birthdays. I see him as not a particularly willing slave, obedience may not come easily to him and he wasn’t always a slave. Maybe he sold himself to pay a debt or save his family’s honor. A prisoner taken in battle or criminal is possible, but I’d wonder why he didn’t just kill her and escape.

If you are interested in becoming little Esme’s living breathing sex toy, pm me with your input and ideas. Please discuss it with me before posting.

Thanks.

Wanted - one male slave

I was asked about the setting (as I see it) -

The story takes place in a fantasy world similar to the Byzantine Empire in style and architecture. The Emperor, and his family, at the top of society rule the empire assisted by a small number of noble and wealthy families, slaves, at the bottom serve them.

The place of women in this society is different from historical Byzantium. Women are not cloistered, they move freely in social circles and around the city; however they are expected to marry and then devotedly produce children for their husband. Both young men and young woman are encouraged to sew their oats before marriage and be faithful afterwards. Young men visit brothels and take on courtesans, young women are given their first personal slave and frequently trade them with friends to increase their premarital samplings.

As for the slaves, an individual can be born into slavery; a free man can sell himself into slavery, a prisoner of war can be put up for sale if her can't or won’t pay a ransom and a criminal can be condemned to slavery.

I hope this is helpful.

Cheers, Angel

Arius stood off to the side of the makeshift platform watching men and women being auctioned off. He looked down at this bound wrists, the rope cutting into his skin as one by one the auctioneer tried to bid up the price for them. He winced as the man behind him poked him with a steel rod. "You are going to get your just reward Arius. I hope the person who gets you knows how to handle and break a stallion like you." Arius glared at the short fat man who acted so tough when he knew Arius could not strike back at him.

He glanced up and down the short fat man and then smiled as he said, "if you were going up on the block next fat man, you wouldn't fetch the price of the pig that you are." The man raised his hand and brought the metal rod down hard on his back. Arius felt the sting of the rod on his strong muscles but he knew better than to show the man that he was in pain. "I'll never show my pain to anyone," he whispered to himself.

The fat man spat at him and yelled. "The next time you mess with one of the King's court you won't be sold into slavery Arius. You'll have your head served on a platter to the King himself." Arius knew had been wronged and framed for something that he did not do. He had pleaded his case to the archbishop but to no avail. Since he couldn't produce any witnesses to the crime, he found himself bound as a slave unable to be free to clear his name.

The auctioneer called his name and the fat man pushed him hard in the back. "Get up those steps you son of coat maker and let's just see how much you are worth." Arius jerked his head around at the words about his father. Looking the fat man square in the eyes, he opened his mouth to speak but felt the rope around his neck being pulled hard causing him to stumble up the steps to the platform. He wanted to strike out at the arrogant fat man but that was impossible as another man pulled hard on the rope, causing him to lose his breath for a moment.

He stood on the stage, catching his breath, looking out into the audience. He saw the young girl in the front row, her face flush with excitement. A older man sat next her gesturing to the last man that was being lead away by another young ladies servants. "I don't belong here," he thought to himself." Just then the auctioneer yelled at the crowd. "Well ladies look what we have here. A young strong man who is ready to do your bidding."

The man ran his fingers over Arius's strong shoulders pulling his shirt open to show the audience his well developed chest and stomach. I bet you young ladies would love to try and tame this young stallion." There was that word again and Arius glared at the auctioneer. There was no doubt that Arius's body was well developed from his labor in the fields at a young age. When Arius turned his head back to the crowd, his long blonde shoulder length hair swirled back and forth. He knew the look on his face was one of anger and disgust as the auctioneer began the bidding for his soul.

Esme

“I want big and strong, handsome not pretty, something with muscles… something like a gladiator.”

Her face was blushing pink as she anticipated all the fun she could have with her new toy.

Lucan watched his daughter’s face turn a lovely pink as she talked about what she wanted in her slave. He wondered if he should be concerned about her taste in toys. He wanted to buy her what she wanted but he didn’t want to get her something she could hurt herself with, something she couldn’t control.

He knew she wasn’t a virgin, it wasn’t expected that she be one but she was still rather innocent. He feared her headstrong ways would lead her into trouble if she picked a slave she couldn’t handle.

Esme watched the first group of slaves enter the stage at the prodding of the auctioneer. Her eyes quickly scanned the group and then went back and slowly perused each offering thoroughly. Slow she shook her head. Not one of them was what she wanted. Too old or too young, too effeminate or too coarse, too small…

The next few slaves were brought on to the stage individually, so the audience could appreciate their value. The talents of a few pretty young men were extolled by the auctioneer – they could sing, write poetry, or play an instrument- and were quickly snapped up by other girls eager for their own first slave. To Esme’s eyes, it looked like they had never spent an hour outside or lifted anything heavier than a book. A slave like that would never be able to ride with her, row her boat on the lake, or provide the sexual services she expected. Esme was beginning to feel she would never find the perfect slave.

She heard the auctioneer call out, "Well ladies look what we have here. A young strong man who is ready to do your bidding." His tone was contemptuous and immediately drew her attention to the stage.

Oddly, the auctioneer couldn’t seem to keep his hands off the young blonde slave on the stage. The fat man moved his fingers over the slave’s skin as he pushed aside his shirt. The smooth slow action revealed the broad shoulders and muscular chest of the handsome thrall. Esme’s eyes roamed down his chest to over his hard, flat stomach and lower to…

“I bet you young ladies would love to try and tame this young stallion."

Esme could see the slave bridle at the treatment he was receiving but also noticed how he kept himself under control. He was physically fit, young but old enough to show some good judgment and restraint.

“That’s the one, Daddy. I want that one.”

His eyebrows drew together as he considered the slave on the stage, “Are you sure, darling? He doesn’t look as if he has many skills and he could be a little difficult to handle.”

“Daddy, you promised…” He made a promise to her on her birthday and was unwilling to break his word.

Esme wasn’t the only one interested in Arius. A brothel owner, a few bored wives, and a man known for breaking his slaves for the pleasure of hurting them, all bid on him. By the time the bidding was over, Esme was the pleased owner of her very first personal slave.

“Take him to the back and get him ready,” Lucan ordered. “Deliver him to my home in the morning. Just leave him in the kitchen, someone will see to him.”

Arius glared out into the crowd hearing and seeing the attention he was getting. He was surprised when fat bald man fanning himself called out a bid. "What would he want me for?" he mused as the auctioneer bantered the crowd. He heard a whisper from the side about the man being mean with new young slaves, wanting to do whatever it was to break them of their spirit. Arius bristled at the word slave.

"I'm not a slave," he said to himself. "If only I had not been at the castle that night I wouldn't be here. He remembered bits and pieces of that night when the guards came and grabbed him as he stood over the body of one of the Queen's court. I have to get free and clear my good name." He tugged hard on the rope much to the delight of the crowd.

"You can't get away," called the fat man standing at the edge of the steps ready to pounce on him if he tried to run away. Arius glared back at the man and then heard two female voices calling out bids. He looked at the older women, knowing they had only sex on their minds. After they were through with him they would probably throw him to the wolves.

He looked down to the front row, watching the older man talk to the young girl next to him. He couldn't make out what they were saying but he heard her yell at him, “Daddy, you promised…" The man looked him up and down shaking his head but then raised the last bid so great that there was a murmur throughout the crowd that the bidding was all but over.. He saw the young girl looking him over from top to bottom. Her eyes always seemed to return to his thighs ans stay transfixed for the longest time. The auctioneer tried to get the crowd interested again but it was useless. Arius stood staring at the young girl as the crowd like they did for all purchases, roared their approval.

Arius heard the man tell the fat man, “Take him to the back and get him ready. Deliver him to my home in the morning. Just leave him in the kitchen, someone will see to him.”

"You're a lucky slave," the fat man hissed as he pulled Arius roughly to the back of the stage area. "If I would have been able to bid i would have sold you the brothel owner and let them feed on your young tender flesh." Arius tried to pull away but the man hit him again with the steel rod. "Yes you are lucky to have that young girl's father buy you for her personal slave. He is one of the richest men in the kingdom and that little girl of his is known to be a wildcat."

Arius was taken to a tent where women from Esme's household pulled off his clothes and bathed him, cleaning him up for the young Esme. The fat man stood by the tent opening watching as one long haired brunette washed his thighs, paying particular attention to his manhood while another lathered up his chest. Arius tried not to feel the attention of the brunette but soon his shaft began to thicken. "Mmmm it looks like our young slave here does have something of interest for the young Esme. He appears to not have any other special talents like singing or playing an instrument but maybe the young Esme will find out if this is a suitable talent for her." The brunette lathered up his shaft and slowly stroked it. "I think our young Esme will have to tame this too." The women laughed, finishing cleaning him up.

When they had finished, they gave him new clothes and then the brunette turned to the fat man. Get him some food and Master Lucan said not to harm again or he would have your head on a platter." Arius laughed at the man as he pulled him roughly from the tent. "Laugh now my young stallion but starting tomorrow you are the slave of Esme and don't you ever forget it."

Sleep came slow that night and in the morning the fat man roused him from his slumber. "Come on slave today you find out what means to be one," he said as he led him the home of Lucan and Esme. Arius could only let out a low whistle when he saw the glorious house of Esme. The fat man laughed as he shoved him into the back kitchen, turning him over to a house slave waiting for him. As Arius stood in the kitchen he wanted to run, to find the person responsible for the heinous crime and free himself from these shackles. Then he heard sounds of laughter coming from somewhere in the large spacious house.

Esme

Esme and Lucan stayed for the rest of the auction, but it passed in a hazy blur for the little blonde beauty. She had no interest the remaining slaves, her thoughts were completely on her new slave. She was only vaguely aware that her father purchased another slave, an exotic dark-haired siren for himself.

“What time will he arrive, Daddy?” Emse asked on the carriage ride back to their home.

“It depends, Esme. Sometimes they arrive with the sun and sometimes not until after breakfast. It all depends on the auction house.” His voice showed he was tolerant of her impatience, after all he was eager to get to know a new purchase of his own. “You will just have to wait and try to be patient, my dear.”

“Yes, Father. I will try.” She said while happily smiling a wide smile.

Esme’s excited anticipation kept her wake half the night. She tossed and turned in her big bed, she threw her silk pillows onto the floor, she paced restlessly. Exhausted, she finally fell asleep only to wake well after the rising of the sun, far later than her usual hour and long after her handmaids were ready for her.

Esme raised her arms and lifted them far over her head, she arched her back as she stretched and allowed her silky gown to slip off her shoulder. She sat up in bed and reached for the bell chord to call her slaves and let them know she was awake and in need of them. She tugged four times in rapid succession, as always, Esme hated waiting and wanted to be sure that they would hurry.

They were ready for her and arrived with her usual breakfast of fresh fruit and tea. Then they drew for her a bath scented with exotic oils. She relaxed in the warm water, her gold curls piled carelessly atop her head as she nibbled on her breakfast.

“Is he yet? Did you see him?” she eagerly asked her handmaid.

“Yes, Lady Esme. He just arrived and is still in the kitchen.” Replied Yala, the oldest of Esme’s maids. “I think Cook will want to feed him and then your father will inspect him or at least tell him the house rules and punishments.”

“Was he clean?” Yala nodded. Emse bounced excitedly in the big tub and sent a splash of water into the tile floor. “Then go get him. Bring him here. Hurry.”

Esme was impatient for Yala to bring Arius to her chambers but she busied herself with rose scented soap she waited. She spread the fragrant lather over her skin. Her hands lingering on the little pink nipples that capped her full breast while her thoughts drifted to the beautiful new slave. Her eyes closed and her hands moved lower, down her flat stomach to the smooth, hairless cleft between her legs. Her long fingers explored…

“Pardon, Lady Esme…” Yala delicately interrupted her mistress. “I have…”

“Arius!” Esme squealed happily despite the interruption. She sat up in the tub; exposing her breasts to the cooler air of the room and allowing Arius to watch as the firm little nibs turned rock hard.

“Ohh…. He is even prettier than I remembered. It must be finally seeing him in daylight.” She climbed out of the tub and dripped a trail of water across the room as she moved closer to him. Yala scurried behind her, carrying a thick fluffy towel and thin silky robe. Esme tried to shoo the woman away but the devoted slave managed to drape the robe over the girl’s shoulders. It did nothing to cover her nakedness - it simply clung to her wet skin.

“Hello.” She said with a smile. “I’m your new master, Lady Esme.” She reached up and took a lock of his long blonde hair between her fingers, she rolled it back and forth then let it go and sniffed her fingers. She turned to her handmaid.

“Oh, Yala. I don’t like that soap. He’ll need another bath… and maybe a haircut.”

She took another little step closer to him, her bare skin brushing against his as she ran her hand over his broad shoulders.

“I think you will be very content here. I don’t think you’ll find me to be a difficult mistress to please.” She took the pins from her hair and allowed to spill in a golden wave of curls that fell down her back and framed her angelic face.

“Do you have any questions, Atrius?”

Arius heard laughter come from within the house and then a tall man came into the kitchen with the two women from the night before. They were laughing about something and when they saw Arius the brunette smiled. "Jonas this is the young slave I was telling you about. He is Lady Esme's new slave." The other dark haired girl's gaze went up and down Arius. "I think he has all the right equipment for our wildcat Lady Esme." The women giggled at the thought of seeing his manhood the night before.

Jonas approached Arius. "So you are the young man that has my friends here all excited. When they came back last night they dragged me out to the stables and made me tame their desires. Not that I minded." He looked out the door to the entrance and nodded to Arius. "Did our fat friend treat you alright after your bath?"

Arius glanced at the fat man standing at the entrance talking to some other men. "Yes," was all he said as he pulled at the iron shackles still binding his wrists. Arius wished the rope was still attached because then he could free himself and run.

Jonas smiled. "Until we are sure you will not run my friend, the shackles will not be removed."

Arius looked at the tall man who had a scar on his cheek and across his neck. He figured he was a slave also and from his dress he knew this man couldn't be of royalty as he was dressed in the simple pants and cotton shirt but he needed to find out more about this household. "Who are you?"

"I'm the captain of all the slaves under the house of Lucan. It is my duty to make sure that everything runs smoothly. Lucindra and Catherina are my best helpers and they also see to the needs of our Lady Esme. You are a criminal and you are indebted to Lady Esme and her father Master Lucan because otherwise you might be swinging from the end of a rope."

"Criminal, condemned to slavery." The words spoken by the kings' magistrate roared through his head. He wanted to run, escape from these bonds and find the real killer.

The two girls giggled. Walking up to Jonas they put their hands on his broad shoulders, their trained hands sliding up and down his chest letting Arius know that they were very intimate with the captain of the slaves. The dark haired girl smiled as her hand moved downward until she was rubbing his manhood. "He is almost hung as well as you." This brought more giggles and laughter. "And if Lady Esme decides she is done with you I will gladly take you into the stables and show you some very delicious delights."

"Now ladies be kind to our newest slave." Jonas smiled at Arius. "He won't be too bad for you if Lady Esme likes you."

Arius was about to answer when a bell rang insistently from somewhere inside the house. "Get moving whores, Lady Esme wants her breakfast." They grabbed plates of food from the table, quickly leaving Arius and Jonas.

Jonas talked to Arius about life in the household and how Master Lucan was on of the richest men in the kingdom and that his little girl turned 18 and had wanted her own personal slave. He told her about how she was known to all her friends as a wildcat and he wondered how she would treat Arius. "The words of the fat man rang in his head, "laugh now my young stallion but starting tomorrow you are the slave of Esme and don't you ever forget it."

Arius heard footsteps and then another lovely and beautiful woman appeared. She looked at Arius and smiled. "I'm Yala, Lady Esme's personal handmadien. She wishes to see you now."

Jonas pushed Arius toward the woman. "You will get your breakfast later slave."

Arius glared at Jonas and then saw a dark dark-haired woman being led up the path. Yala laughed under her breath, " Lady Esme has you and I see Master Lucan picked a ripe one for himself."

Arius was not ready for what he saw when he entered Esme's bedchambers. The room was elegant beyond his wildest beliefs and there in a sunken tub was his new mistress lying with her head on the edge and purring like a kitten as her fingers roamed over her ripe young body. Arius couldn't help to notice the young full breasts and under different circumstances he might be inclined to jump into the tub with her. But he was a slave he reminded himself and this young girl got her father to buy him for her. When Yala interrupted her Mistress she didn't seem all that flustered that someone was watching her tease her own body. Instead she got up and walked toward him totally nude as her hand maiden tried to cover her nakedness. He saw her hairless mound and the way the two lips guarded her young womanhood and wondered what it would feel like to touch it.

Arius stood his ground and if not for the steel shackles around his wrists he might have had some thoughts about touching this girl. But the cold steel served as a reminder of the wrong against him so he stood silent as the young nubile and very desirable Esme inspected him. He felt a surge of desire in his loins when she moved closer her hard nipples gazing against his arm. "Ohh what I would give to be a free man." He knew he would never be of the same station in life as Esme but at least he would be free not a bound slave that was unsure of his future.

He cringed a little when she took his hair in her small hands and told him he needed another bath and maybe a haircut. He heard a giggle from the other two hand maidens who were quickly given a sharp look by Yala that made them stop instantly.

“I think you will be very content here. I don’t think you’ll find me to be a difficult mistress to please. Do you have any questions, Atrius?”

Arius watched as she took the pins from her hair, letting golden wave of curls spill onto her shoulders, framing her angelic face, and partially hiding her luscious full breasts.

"Yes I do," he stammered unable to take his eyes off her delicious body. He found it hard to concentrate on his words when her young body was so close and so tempting. He heard a giggle from behind him at his sudden inability to speak. He tried to ignore the others in the room and spoke slowly and hauntingly.

He knew he would probably be punished but he needed to say these thing to his new mistress. There was a strong urge inside him to be silent but if he did then he was admitting to something that he did not do. "I .... I want to know when I will be free of these shackles so that I may seek the real killer and the men who framed me for a wrong I did not commit. I want to a free man again. I know you want to use me and then probably throw me to the wolves like a rotten piece of meat. So tell me my young Esme. What are your plans for me so I know when I will be free again?"

Esme could tell by the breath he took and the way his body stiffened, that he was steeling himself to ask or reveal something that was of great importance to him.

"Yes I do," he stammered.

Esme’s eyes were on is lips as he spoke. She thought they were nice lips. They weren’t full and pouty like a woman’s or her friend Ryallia’s slave – he had a mouth like a suckling babe. Esme didn’t think it was attractive, not attractive at all, but Ryallia swore that his mouth had its uses. Esme was barely listening to what Atrius was saying but she was close paying attention to him. She noticed that he had nice white teeth, and they were even. Perhaps Atrius’ mouth and teeth would have their uses too.

“…shackles…”

While he continued to speak, she admired his handsome form. His body had all the muscles of an active and healthy young man. They looked firm and covered in smooth skin. She wanted to touch him; she really wanted to put her hand in his tunic. She was curious to see if what little it covered was manly as what it revealed. Her fingers were eager to hold his manhood but she resisted the urge and instead ran her hand over the smooth linen that covered him from narrow waist to the top of his thigh.

“…framed…”

She shivered. The air in her room was warm enough to evaporate the bathwater from her smooth skin but not warm enough to hold a chill at bay.

The ever-observant Yala saw her mistress tremble and rushed to her side with a warmer robe. Esme let the light robe fall to the floor without taking her eyes from Atrius. She let Yala help her into a long robe of heavy green velvet lined with matching silk. The smooth silk was soft against her bountiful breasts and the delicate material excited her nipples into hard little buds.

“…wolves…”

She pulled her hair out from the collar of the robe and then belted it at her waist. Acknowledging Yala with a nod of thanks, she waved the woman away with a graceful. The dark-haired slave bent to the floor and retrieved the first robe Esme had let fall and then calmly walked to the other side of the luxurious suite to get Esme’s clothing.

Esme once again moved closer to Atrius. This time instead of running her hand down from his waist, her fingers fiddled across the bare skin of his flat stomach… Her brows drew together, and for a moment, her beautiful face wore a puzzled expression.

“What are your plans for me so I know when I will be free?”

The bewilderment cleared from her face and a little smile that danced across her lips replaced it. Oh… she slowly shook her head as she looked at him.

“Atrius,” quietly she said his name. “You are beautiful. You are mine.”

Still smiling, she takes his hands in hers and leads him to a low sofa covered with satin pillows of white lace. She sits down among the pillows but he remains standing. Looking up at him, she continues to smile as she loosens her robe and opens the neckline. With no sign of shyness or embarrassment, she blatantly uncovers her chest.

“My plan for you, is that you please me. We will have sex, we will make love, and we will fuck.” Esme heard a shocked cough come from Yala, but ignored her. “If you keep me happy, I will keep you happy. If I grow fond of you, I will free you when I tire of you.”

This was true of Esme. She hated the thought of someone else playing with her toys, and would rather free a slave than let someone else have him.

“If I grow to trust you, you will have all the freedom of the other slaves. You will be unshackled and at liberty to leave the compound when I do not require you to serve me. If I come to respect you, I will use my resources, which as you can see are considerable, to clear your name.”

“From now on, in my suite you, will be free of your shackles. If you harm anyone in the household your will be killed. If you try to escape, Jonas will choose your punishment. Keep in mind, he takes his job very seriously – it makes him look bad when the slaves misbehave.”

Esme leaned back on the sofa. Raising her hands over her head, she stretched out on the sofa, and robe opened to reveal the smooth white skin of her flat belly.

“Have you any more questions before I start showing you your duties?”

Arius felt a surge of desire race through his body when Esme sat back and nonchalantly pulled open her robe revealing her young succulent breasts as she outlines her plan. He glanced over to Esme’s handmaiden who coughed as she stood on the far side of the room watching her lady and him closely. She looked away but it was evident to Arius that she had seen this type of behavior before from Esme. When she glanced back to Arius, she seemed interested in his reaction.

He looked back at the young woman and thought, “not more than two nights ago I was in a dark dank dungeon cell waiting for the auction. Here I am now standing in the bedroom of a rich aristocrat’s daughter who is practically inviting me to take her in front of her handmaiden.” He listened to this very desirable and beautiful girl tell him her plan that they were going to have sex whenever it suited her. "Was she that experienced?" he thought.

Looking down at her young ripe breasts, he faintly heard her talk about trust, and freedom as a slave. He didn’t want freedom as a slave, he wanted to be free to roam the countryside as he saw fit. Her breasts looked so inviting and he wondered what it would taste like to nibble on the tip of her hard nub and listen to her moan with pleasure for more. He felt his manhood begin to thicken under his tunic and when her eyes gazed down his body he knew she could tell he was becoming more excited.

“If you keep me happy, I will keep you happy. If I grow fond of you, I will free you when I tire of you.”

Her words angered him. “Am I just a piece of meat?” he thought as she talked so arrogantly like he was not really a human but just a play thing that she could discard at her whim. She was talking as if he had no mind at all but was there to simply please her whenever she wished. Arius found himself getting angry at the thought of being looked down on as if he were a lower life form.

He knew he was treading on thin ice having thoughts like this but he could not get the thought of being falsely accused of a murder he did not commit. He remembered overhearing her own father tell her during the bidding that he wondered if she could handle a man like him.

“If I come to respect you, I will use my resources, which as you can see are considerable, to clear your name.”

“What if she is simply lying and plans to turn me over to Jonas?” he thought at the sound of Jonas’ name and the word “punishment.” He felt he was trapped with no where to run. And run is what he wanted to do.

When Esme leaned back on the sofa, Arius saw the robe slip open wider revealing more of her smooth white skin. He looked down at the shackles still on his wrists and wondered how she would react to have them on her wrists, her arms pushed over her head as he devoured her body with his lips and hands and his manhood. He felt a jolt of lust course through his veins as the young woman spoke and his manhood thickened more and he wondered if she knew how to take a man his size into her mouth and shower him with lustful kisses.

“Have you any more questions before I start showing you your duties?”

Arius wanted to drop to his knees and kiss the inside of her thighs, moving upward to the apex of her thighs. He wondered if she had ever allowed a man to show her the true delights of sexual pleasures. She was young and probably had some boys in the past but did she really have a man who knew his way around a woman’s body. Her arrogant aristocrat manner made him angry that she could simply order him around. No one had ever ordered him around until that fateful night. The thought of the Queen's maid lying on the ground crossed his mind. He smiled at Esme and then spoke knowing he probably would get into trouble and regret his words.

“My lady Esme you act as though you are so experienced in these matters. I personally think you are too young to have any experience in the ways of sexual gratification to know what the real duties of a slave lover should be. Do you know how to take a man's cock into your mouth and pleasure him? Instead of you showing me what you desire why don’t you get up and let your handmaiden Yala take your place. I'm sure she is experienced in the ways of making love and wanton sex." He hesitated only slightly and then added, "we can show you how it’s done.”

Arius knew he had crossed a line and there was no way she would stand for his arrogance. The words were out. He never was one to be obedient and now that the words were said there was no taking them back. He stood still watching, waiting for her response.

“My lady Esme you act as though you are so experienced in these matters. I personally think you are too young to have any experience in the ways of sexual gratification to know what the real duties of a slave lover should be. Do you know how to take a man's cock into your mouth and pleasure him? Instead of you showing me what you desire why don’t you get up and let your handmaiden Yala take your place. I'm sure she is experienced in the ways of making love and wanton sex." He hesitated only slightly and then added, "we can show you how it’s done.”

A look of mild surprise dashed across Esme’s face as Arius spoke. Esme couldn’t decide whether the young slave was recklessly foolish or incredibly brave. He wasn’t the first slave to speak his mind to her but he was the one with the most to lose. Ultimately, she thought to herself it didn’t really matter, they were characteristic that could make him interesting or get him killed. Only time could tell which path he would follow.

“It is true, I am not as experienced as some of my friends but that is simply because I am more discerning than they are. I have better taste then them; just because it has a cock doesn’t mean I have to fuck it.” She ran a finger over the fine silk of her robe; imported from far away it had cost her father more than most slaves. “I am very picky about what I put on my body, why would I be less so about what I allow in it?” She shrugged a pale shoulder, “Besides, I don’t have any brothers.”

Esme waved her hand at one of the female slaves; who then quickly brought her mistress a glass filled with exotic fruit juice. Sipping slowly while she watched Arius over the rim of her glass, Esme realized her new slave was proving to be quite entertaining in an unexpected way.

“As for taking a man’s cock in my mouth to pleasure him, why would I want to do that?” She paused to brush a curly lock of hair her off her cheek but didn’t give him time to respond. “I have slaves to pleasure me, what pleases them is of no interest to me.” A slow secret smile was on her lips, “I have no doubt that one day someone will ignite in me a fire so hot I will do anything to reciprocate. Great passions are best shared, are they not?”

“Yala, come here please.” The beautiful dark-haired slaved wasted no time in obeying her mistress, she ceased what she was going and moved quickly to Esme’s side.

“You wish to explore the ways of wanton sex with my Yala?” As she asked Arius Esme’s brows drew together and her beautiful faces was frowning. For a momment, she looked back forth between her two slaves, one small and dark, the other tall and blonde.

“Lady Esme?” Yala’s tone was questioning but there was a smile on her face. Esme returned the smile and held out her hand. Yala took it in hers and Esme guided her to the sofa to sit beside her mistress.

“But Arius, I hate to share what it mine.” Esme pulled the unresisting slave to her and the two young women kissed.

Pink lips pressed against pink lips, until they parted and tongues of a deeper pink danced between them. Their bodies leaned together. Yala’s chest, barely covered by her flimsy gown pressed against Esme’s naked breasts. Yala’s fingers were in Esme’s hair, controlling the younger girl’s head while Esme’s hand moved to take hold of Yala’s breast in a gentle teasing grasp.

As Arius watched, the kiss between mistress and slave deepened as their breathing quickened and their hands continued to explore. After an age, Esme moaned into Yala’s mouth and then control shifted back to the young mistress. The little blonde leaned back on her sofa. Reclining, her robe now open and her body completely available for viewing, she took Yala’s head in her hands and brought Yala’s mouth to her pink nipple. The mistress moaned as the slave sucked the little pink bud into her mouth.

Her eyes were aglow with passion as she turned to her other slave, “Perhaps, one day I will share her with you, Arius” She drew a sharp breath and followed it with another soft moan, as Yala’s tongue dancingly teased her nipples, “but you most first prove you are deserving.”

Arius thought the young woman was going to call Jonas when he spoke to her in the most arrogant way. But instead she simply explained to Arius her attitude and thoughts on what he said. He was pleasantly surprised by her demeanor and her calmness toward him. When she told him about other slaves he understood that she had probably come across types of men like him and knew they meant no harm to her. Besides Arius reasoned, he was sure that Jonas was very close nearby if she felt any danger.

He knew what he said was out of line and as if to show her power, he stood entranced when Esme and Yala kissed passionately. He watched them kiss and then their tongues licked seductively at each other. Arius felt his cock grow thicker as their kiss lingered. He shifted from foot to foot, watching their hands explore wach other and when Lady Esme groaned her approval he felt his cock throb as it filled with blood, making it grow harder.

In that instant he knew it would do no good to antaganize this woman whose father paid a pretty price for him.. He knew he was innocent of the crime but he knew this woman didn't care if he was innocent or guilty. All she cared about was using him for her pleasure. He remembered her words, “Have you any more questions before I start showing you your duties?” and now she was telling him that he had to show that he was deserving.

Arius bowed his head, looking at the shackles around his wrists. If he ever wanted to get them off he knew he had to start pleasing his new Mistress. The word stung in his brain but he would have to get use to it if he were to ever get free and clear his name.

"Lady Esme, I was wrong in what I said and I thank you for not calling Jonas to have me flogged. If you would kindly have my shackles removed I am at your service and will to have you show me what my duties are."

He stood watching her eyes stare at the lump in the tunic as he stared at ther milky white thighs waiting for his caresses and so much more.

Although Yala was a few years older than Esme, the two girls nearly grew up together, Yala had been servant and playmate for her mistress since the spoiled beauty was old enough to express her wishes. Yala lived in Esme’s room, slept at the foot of her bed and waited on her night and day. They played together, ate together and slept together; therefore no one in the household was surprised when the two girls began finding pleasure in each other’s bodies. They shared their first sexual experiences together, they shared their first man together, and Esme even considered sharing Arius with her loyal slave.

"Lady Esme, I was wrong in what I said and I thank you for not calling Jonas to have me flogged. If you would kindly have my shackles removed I am at your service and will to have you show me what my duties are."

Esme smiled at her new slaves words. She also wondered what really brought about his sudden change of tactics. His words made it clear he was aware of the danger Jonas posed to him if he continued to test her. Obviously, he wished for the removal of his shackles and was willing to adopt a conciliatory attitude to get what he wanted. This was the first step and it pleased Lady Esme.

“Ah.. yes… Yala… just like that,” Esme whispered as Yala’s teeth gently pinched her nipple. Esme’s delicate fingers pushed Yala’s gown off her shoulder and slid her hand down the bare skin of her slave’s back.

“Arius,” she said. Her voice was only a little louder, but now it was coming through parted gasping lips. Her eyes, drawn by curiosity were now nearly glued to the growing rising in his tunic.

Esme was torn. She wanted his cock. She wanted to see it – now. She wanted to hold it in her hands, feel it in her fingers, she even was curious about that mouth pleasure Arius mentioned – she wanted to try that too. However, she was reluctant to give up the pleasure of Yala’s mouth. Her gaze never wavered from his tunic but her hands busied themselves stroking the slave at her breast.

A little moan of pleasure escaped her and then she sighed.

“Someone go and return with Jonas. Tell him to bring the keys.” Her tone was sharp and exasperated. More than one of her servants jumped to do her bidding and she knew Jonas would quickly come to her quarters.

The two young women continued their sexual explorations with kisses and caresses. Even as Jonas slowly unshackled Arius they ignored their growing audience. Instead, they started to fill the room with sounds of girlish giggles, delighted whimpers and moans of growing intensity. Jonas made a speech about safety and good judgment; it failed to interrupt the embrace on the couch. Afterwards, Jonas had no reason to remain without an invitation and he left Esme’s quarters.

“Finally, I thought he’d never get tired of watching.” Esme giggled.

“Arius, step closer.” Unmindful of the fine linen of his tunic, her hand eagerly reached out to wrap her fingers around his cock.

Arius was enthralled with the two women on the couch caressing and touching different parts of their bodies. they were oblivious to the other servants in the room and Arius surmised that this was not just a first time thing between them. The way they touched each other, giggled and whispered were all too indicative of a very close and sensual relationship. He was intent on what they were doing that he barely heard her speak but when he heard the word Jonas, he winched a little at the sound of the taskmasters name. But the words, "Tell him to bring the keys" calmed his fears about being flogged.

He still had the vision of the man standing outside shirtless with whip marks on his back when he first arrived this morning. He was a little nervous when he saw Jonas come into the room staring at the women on the couch. Arius had to smile a little knowing the tough man would probably jump at the chance to take these two young beauties out into the stables the way he took Esme's servants the night before. Arius watched Jonas stare some more and then leave as he rubbed his wrists trying to remove the marks left by the shackles.

“Arius, step closer.” Her voice was a soft demand meant to be heeded. Arius didn't know if he could ever get used to the commands without emotions but he knew that if he were to ever have the chance to run away he would have to play by her rules. "I think this might fun until I get the chance to run away," he thought as he stepped closer to Esme.

He noticed she wasted no time parting the front of his tunic and letting her hand slip between the folds of the fine linen material. She had not bothered to open the front of the tunic but instead content to feel her way for now. He felt her fingers finding his semi-hard cock, wrapping around it as if finding a treasure in a box that she could not see yet. He watched her eyes stare at the front of his tunic and then up into his face. He couldn't tell if it was a smile or a smirk on her lips as her fingers traveled up and down the length of it, squeezing and rubbing it. He caresses were having the desired effect on his shaft and soon it was stiff and overfilling her small fingers. Her fingers journeyed to his swollen sac, taking each one in her hand as if to weigh them.

Pulling his tunic aside Arius looked down at her hand still exploring and then into her eyes. He saw the smile on Yala's face widen as his manhood became exposed for the first time to them. He wondered what she had in mind for him as he asked, "Is what Lady Esme feels and sees acceptable?"

Lady Esme loved the feel of him. She loved the way he throbbed in her fingers, the way he grew in her hand. As enticing as Yala could be, Esme interest was definitely turning away from the familiar girl to the unknown man. She stroked the stiffening shaft while admiring the way her fingers failed to encircle the growing member. When he pulled aside the tunic and exposed himself to her view fro the first time…

She drew a sharp breath at the sight, and her lips paused briefly in a silent “O” of wonder. She acted quickly to recover her composure and elbowed the smiling Yala to get her attention. With a wave or her hand she shoved her from the couch and sent her on her way.

"Is what Lady Esme feels and sees acceptable?"

Yala moved quickly to a small table and returned with a small jar made of green glass. Silently, she removed Arius’ tunic, this time she tried to hide her smile of admiration as the entire body of the new slave came into her view. She kept her eyes downcast as she held his hand and smoothed a soothing salve on the bruised skin of wrists. Her hands were warm and the salve was cool on his skin but her caressing touch eased ache of his wrists. Yala’s cheeks turned a blushing pink as she continued to stroke his skin long after she ceased to apply the balm. She was eager to touch him and didn’t know when Esme would be willing to share he new plaything, so took advantage of her mistress’s distraction and continued her caresses up his arms.

“Your pride is evident in your voice, even I can hear it. You know that you posses more than what is considered acceptable,” she said with a pleased smile.

Her fondling embrace with Yala had cost Esme her robe and now was as naked as the slave who stood before her. The heated exertions between the girls left Esme’s fair skin with a soft pink color. Esme’s continued and rising excitement was unmistakable. She licked her lips, her eyes eased their way over his entire body before they were again focused on the cock she still held in her hand. He was unlike any man in the household, young or old; Arius was the first male to enter the house solely on his physical attributes. Lorcan chose Jonas for his intelligence and loyalty, he just happened to have the size to back up his authority, only Arius was chosen for his masculine beauty and perceived sexual competency.

He was all hers.

“You exceed the average and are proud of it.” She drew an uneven wisp of a breath, “And since you and all you have is mine, I too am proud.”

Esme’s grip tightened slightly and she continued to stroke the subject of their discussion as she considered the uses for her new toy. She wanted him in so many ways, for so many things that she was unable to decide where or how to begin. Finally, she released him and rose from the couch.

“Yala, bring him to me.” Unashamed of her own nudity, she led the way to her huge bed.

The silk-covered platform could easily accommodate half a dozen adults were it not already covered by a dozens of silk pillows. Still, there was more than enough room for what Esme wanted. Sitting on the side of the bed, she turned to watch her two slaves follow her. Arius looked so proud, unbowed and erect, while Yala tried to give the impression of being submissive and meek. She could read Yala like a book and knew exactly how much of the slave girl’s demeanor was an act. Yala was dutiful but not meek. Only Jonas ranked higher among the slaves and Yala had authority and freedom that exceeded any female in the compound. The mistress pursed her lips and rolled her eyes before letting out a heavily dramatic sigh, Esme could see that her slave girl wanted her share of the newest member of the bedchamber.

“Come, Arius. Lie down.” She patted the center of the bed with one graceful hand and reached out to him with the other.

“Stop."

Changing her mind, Esme bounced up from the bed and quickly approached him. She didn’t stop until she stood in front of him. She looked at him closely before closing the scant distance between their bodies. Her naked flesh was pressed against his. Her soft round breasts pushed into his hard chest. Her smooth hip slowly rubbed his stiffened cock. She was smiling as she slipped her hands around his neck, and lacing her fingers together, she pulled his head down to hers. Her breath was warm on his skin and she whispered her words with her lips softly brushing his as she spoke.

“First, I want to kiss you.”

She pressed her mouth to his; she tested his lips with hers. She sucked his lower lip into her mouth and nibbled lightly on his soft flesh. It is her first taste of him and it pleased her. Her tongue darted out from between her pinks lips, searching for a way to enter his mouth as her hands moved from his neck and across his broad shoulders. She leaned her body against his.

“You may kiss me.”

Arius stared at the luscious body of Esme and was vaguely aware that Yala had left. He enjoyed the feel of the young mistress holding his cock in her small hand, lightly stroking it. And then Yala was back at his side, administrating a soothing salve to the marks on his wrists where the cuffs cut into the skin. His eyes were still cast on Esme and her nakedness but he also felt the tip of Yala's nipple pushing into his arm as she applied the salve.

He saw her lick her lips as her eyes gazed up and down his body. When her eyes saw his hardness, he smiled as she stared unabashedly at his manhood. He could tell by her stare that she was happy with what was before her eyes.

Arius felt a tingle go up his spine when she uttered, “You exceed the average and are proud of it. And since you and all you have is mine, I too am proud.”

He felt his balls tighten a little and groaned when her grip tightened around his shaft continuing to stroke his manhood. He wondered what was going through her mind as she played with her new toy. And then she let him go and rose from the couch.

Arius wondered where she was going as she turned and walked away saying, “Yala, bring him to me.” When she stopped at the bed he could only smile and think of the pleasures that must have taken place on such a huge bed. Yala pressed herself against him as she linked her arm to hers and began leading him to their mistress. He could feel her breathing quicken but he knew she would never try anything without the permission of her mistress.

When Esme whispered in a husky voice, “Come, Arius. Lie down” as she patted the bed, he started to pull away from Yala and reach for her hand. But then he held up her hand and issued a loud order. “Stop."

He and Yala watched as she bounced with glee off the bed and walked to him unashamed of her nudity. It seemed to Arius that the young siren relished in being naked and showing off her sexy body. The her naked flesh pressed up against him and he felt her soft robust breasts push into his chest.

When her hands encircled his neck he felt her hands pulling his head towards her in a most urgent manner. There was a moment as with every first kiss that seemed to hang for a long time. He sensed Yala behind him, watching their first kiss with anticipation. Her lips brushed against his as she spoke with a passion that would not be denied. “First, I want to kiss you.”

Arius was unsure on what to do. Her lips pressed against his, her tongue danced over his lips and slipped into his mouth. "Do I touch her? Will she call Jonas?" These thoughts flew through his brain as she pressed herself against him causing his yearning for her to grow each second. She seemed to sense his predicament as her husky voice was barely audible, "You may kiss me."

His arms moved to encircle her waist while his lips pressed back against her subtle and soft mouth. His tongue joined hers, darting in and out, tasting her lips for the first time, teasing her lips first and then slipping deep into her mouth, feeling her mouth suck gently at first and then hard. When he pulled his tongue out, he felt hers follow quickly, exploring his mouth. He sucked on the tip of her tongue and then drew it into his mouth, drawing it farther not letting it retreat until he had satisfied his passion for the moment.

As their kiss lingered his hands became bold, cupping her young ass cheeks, pulling her against him, letting her feel the desire of his hardness against her. One hand left the perfect pair and wondered upward until it found its destination, her supple breast. he enjoyed the feel of her nipple, getting harder under the touch of his fingers, squeezing it lightly and then pulling it before letting it rebound.

Arius thought of the man who betrayed him to the king's court and knew that some day he must flee this household and clear his name. But until then he relished in the feel of this young maiden pushing erotically against him. He then heard some sounds in the room and realized that all of Esme's handmaidens were watching. He pulled his lips from hers and smiled into her eyes. "What would my young mistress like from her most honorable slave."