Cleopatra takes ownership of me

[gerardo]

One day I'm sitting on a big boulder that I'm cutting for one of the pyramids, sipping a nice papya drink, and sunning myself. Having been just shipped over from Rome as a captive slave, I'm having some adjustment problems, trying to fit in with the gang, and learning the job.
Anyway, I'm sitting there enjoying the warm sunshine, and along comes this caravan. I notice that a woman, borne aloft by her slaves, and escorted by a host of armed guards, is headed in my direction. As she approaches, I can see that it is the most beautiful woman I have ever beheld. She is Eygyptian, very dark complected, with huge brown eyes, full sensual lips, and lustrous black hair, very long and worn in braids. Her clothes are of the finest, very thin, very cool cotton, and magnifent gold and precious stone jewelry adorn her ears, fingers, neck, waist, and toes, and she wears a nose peircing featuring a lovely green stone . Her hand and toe nails are painted a similar shade of deep green.
I jump to me feet as she approaches ...and bow to show deference (I quickly learned to show respect to anyone of royal bearing). Well, the lovely woman points a shapely finger at me, and motions me to her. I approach her caravan with a great deal of nervousness, since I really don't know what to expect next. Now I have to look up to the lovely dark woman, as she is borne shoulder high by her slaves. When I am close enough, she extends her right foot out and toward me. For some reason which I cannot explain, I succumb to my inner urge, and press my lips to her lovely foot and kiss it devoutly.
Fearfully, I raise my gaze to observe her reaction ...the dark Goddess reveals the faintest hint of a smile in her eyes. SHe motion to one of her guard with her hand. ..they quickly seize me...cuff my hands and lead me to the back of the caravan. Apparently I'm going with them !

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

*nice idea*

Do you have a Cleopatra?

If not I'd be interested in this story.

Please let me know here or via PM.

Thanks
DM x

 

[gerardo]

Re: *nice idea*

Do you have a Cleopatra?

God even when she teased me like this I found her so incredibly desirable; or maybe more accurately, because she teased me like this.
I stood there, feeling foolish, not knowing how to reply. She had taken me from my labors as a stone cutter to this magnificent palace. She had assiged me the humiliating, and yet somehow deliciously arousing and throughly frustrating task of washing and massaging her feet upon our arrival, and now she teased me with this question.
"No" I gambled, a bit nervously, "you have me my Queen.. I am yours".

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

God even when she teased me like this I found her so incredibly desirable; or maybe more accurately, because she teased me like this.
I stood there, feeling foolish, not knowing how to reply. She had taken me from my labors as a stone cutter to this magnificent palace. She had assiged me the humiliating, and yet somehow deliciously arousing and throughly frustrating task of washing and massaging her feet upon our arrival, and now she teased me with this question.
"No" I gambled, a bit nervously, "you have me my Queen.. I am yours".

It was an out of character question Gerado.

If I were to play your Queen then it would be for ME to decide what task I'd set you on arrival ... if any ... perhaps I might regret my decision and not think you worthy of my attention?

*Eyes you stood amongst the dusty stones, cuffed and helpless*

Noo... I'm not sure if I can be bothered to have you or not ....

DM

 

[gerardo]

Apologies

It was an out of character question Gerado.
If I were to play your Queen then it would be for ME to decide what task I'd set you on arrival ... if any DM

Of course you are right. My Apologies. Please let me start over ?
G


*Eyes you stood amongst the dusty stones, cuffed and helpless*

Noo... I'm not sure if I can be bothered to have you or not ....
DM [/QUOTE]

If I may speak, Your Majesty, my only desire is to serve you, and be a perfect slave for you. I have a lot to offer. As you probably guessed I come from across the seas, from another culture. And honestly, your Royal Highness, we have pretty much perfected the art of sensual pleasure.

***Awed by your commanding presence. I move toward you hesitantly, and drop to my knees. The smell of your perfume is intoxicating, I feel weak, but continue with great sincerity***

I can cook ....we have a fruit in my land called the "love apple", I'm sure I could grow them here. Believe it or not, with this fruit, and the juice pressed from olives, and some old goat's milk, I can make you a dish like you won't believe. And wait till you taste the drink I make with grape juice ! And ...besides being skilled in sports myself, I also have training as a massuer, and with my hands I can knead the aches and strains from sore tired muscles. I have many other talents, Your Worship, but I didn't mean to go on about myself.

***The gaze of your intense liquid brown eyes is both intimidating and erotic. I cannot hold you gaze - I drop my eyes to look at your well formed feet with the green painted toenails***

I hope I'm not exceeding my bounds, Mistress Queen, but please let me say that in addition to your great beauty you have the unmistakable bearing of a Goddess. Having seen you, I live to serve you. Plus I don't want to go back to that other job. It's really hard and requires a lot of heavy lifting. Plus our supervisor is really mean, and makes us work a lot of OT, and hits us really hard. None of us like him.

*I suppress an urge to lean forward and kiss your feet as I ask*

I just ask that please Your Most Royal Highness, give me a chance ? I know I need training, but I'm really eager to please. And also Your Worship, how do you wish to be addressed ?

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

*listens to the long self-promoting speech with amusement*

You make great assumptions slave.

You make all these extravagant offers and petitions purely to escape an arduous life in this quarry.

*sighs and eyes you slowly from head to foot*

You are a foreigner ... a slave ... to be set to work for Our pleasure.
Your desires do not interest Me.
Nor do your boasts.

*with an unspoken instruction the guards pull you to your feet and bind a rope about your cuffed hands*

Here you are nothing, slave.
Even life itself is a daily gift to you.
Whether you remain here in the dirt, or are to be summoned to My palace, I AM your Queen, your Mistress, the One to Whom you owe obedience and respect.

*My eyes bore into yours, searching, reading the extent of your offered submission ...*

I choose to take you because you amuse Me.
I will keep you only as long as you prove to be useful.
You will grow to crave my instruction and be eager to carry out ANY service I demand of you, no matter how menial...
But as yet ... you have not earned any such privilege.

*The stern expression leaves my face, to be replaced by a speculative and preditory smile*

But in time ... If you mind your tongue and your manners ...
Then perhaps ... you may find favour with Me... but if not ....

*I turn away with an imperceptible nod, an indication to the guards to yank the rope and draw you along with the royal cortege, back to the palace where you are led to a solitary cell*

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On My return to the palace, I take a well needed bath ... My thoughts straying back to my new ... acquisition ... knowing that much training is needed ... and yet ... thrilled at the potential ...

I call an advisor and order that you be freed from your bonds, stripped, given water and oils in which to bathe ... with the orders that you be instructed to make yourself respectable for your Queen ...

I instruct that you be left in a locked room, seemingly left to bathe alone ... but that you be secretly observed ... and a full report of every action or word be related to me before I decide just what use to make of you ...

I smile .... as I imagine you attired in a loin cloth .... awaiting my summons ... wondering just what it will take to give you the appropriate humility to be worthy of the service of a Queen.

 

[gerardo]

humbled

I AM your Queen, your Mistress, the One to Whom you owe obedience and respect.
You will grow to crave my instruction and be eager to carry out ANY service I demand of you. . .

Alone ....my ears burning and face flush with humiliation...and yet my heart pounds with excitement.

****As I disrobe, the years of activity in sport and stone work are evident on my well-muscled frame. Sprinting and sword play shaped the legs, while lifting and cutting stones developed a broad chest, and muscular arms****

SHE had treated me with such indifference ..and yet I longed to be in her presence.

***My eyes close as I sink into the cool water of the freshly drawn bath. I gently wash my wrists where the cuffs have left their mark. Then brush my dark hair back with my wet hands****

I hardly notice how wonderful it is to be clean and cool; I can think only think of HER. I was stunned at how SHE seemed to look right through me - somehow - SHE knew. I had always done my best to hide my submissive nature, through sport and drink and, of course, women, but now this magnificently dark and beautiful woman....saw it all. SHE KNEW !

***I douse the cool water over the smooth muscles of my tanned shoulders, and scub them with the aromatic soap.***

Oh and that voice ... she spoke softly ..and yet commandingly. And when she said I'd learn to crave her instruction . . . oh man it almost sent me over the edge.

***I spontaneously emit a low groan as I lather the soap over my chest and dark nipples****

OH my God ....the reality of my situation sinks in ..and I tremble with excitment. In the past I had always been able to win women over with charm and looks... oh yea, I toyed with submitting to women sexually before. But always before I ultimately was in control This was very different. SHE held total power over me ....like she said ...over my very life....and yet somehow ..I had never been so intensely turned on in my entire life. ..and my God SHE was so beautiful. I was in heaven on my knees before HER

***Now my cock, purple and veined, pokes out from the glassy surface of the water. ... I moan, quite loudly this time, and then glance furtively around the locked room. ***

OH when I saw the flash of her thigh...and smelled that perfume..and she looked down at me....and those feet with the long toes ....with the green painted nails.

***I touch my nipple with one hand, and grab my cock with the other. ..my white teeth show as I grimace in pleasure ...visions of HER brown eyes, HER toned, dark legs, HER bejeweled feet...the long braided hair ....a few furious strokes is all it takes ..with a loud groan...aaahhhhhhhhh I cum in gobs ...now the creamy jism floats in the bath****

Whew ....wow.

*** relaxed and calm, I rise from the bath, quickly dry, and don the white cotton loincloth. It contrasts sharply with my dark tan***

Would I be allowed in her presence again ???

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Cleopatra

My hands moved over My dusky smooth skin, the water rippling and cascading as the words were whispered in My ear: words that told of his body, the way his hands had roamed lathered with the soap washing his own body until his cock had stood up angry and proud, much like the spirit of the slave himself … and of his moan, his grunt as he had cumm hard in the depths of the bath.

With a wave I dismissed my informant, My own hands moving to stroke between my legs at the thought of his presumptuous masturbation. Soo… My treatment had stimulated him … being banished from my sight had driven on his imagination … so much the better … such a virile specimen would be a joy to train, to bend to My will.

Rising from My own bathing I stood as My skin was patted dry and anointed with fine oils. Such pampering, though enjoyable was My due, but right now, My head was filled with plans, plans on how to ignite that spark of submission I had seen burning low, hidden in the depths of this slave’s being.

Barefooted, I made My way through to My quarters, reclining gracefully upon the “chaise”, My body bolstered by fine cushions, My legs outstretched upon the finely padded fabric, My fine white robe cascading downwards. I toyed with the golden tasselled belt that showed My slim waist making the whiteness splay outwards to accentuate My curvaceous hips.

”Have the foreign slave sent for. I wish to inspect My property.
Do not cuff him … yet … but instruct him that he may not lay hand, nor mouth upon his Queen until he earns that privilege…”

The guards moved swift, although theIr quick obedience was barely rapid enough for My curiosity. My face remained impassive as he was brought before Me. I dismissed them with a wave of My hand and was left alone with this … toy …

I watched his uncertainly, his hesitation … saw that his natural instinct was to fall to his knees … an impulse worthy of praise and yet …

”Well … stand up slave … present yourself, … “

My voice was soft, almost bored.
I ensured that My anticipation and previous knowledge of his masculine torso did not show in My manner.
My eyes raked over him in detached assessment, My growing excitement at the potential I saw before Me carefully masked.

”... let us see what uses you may be put to ...”

My voice was a low suggestive purr now.
His eyes locked on Mine and I eyes gazed deeply into his.
It was all there; the turmoil as his thoughts and inclinations conflicted.
His impulses may have gone unspoken, but could not remain hidden from his Queen.

His spirit, the fine physical attributes of this slave appealed to Me more and more.
I reached out a lazy hand to drink from the goblet set beside Me.

"And now the loin cloth ... remove it ..."

I remarked casually taking another sip and letting the order to disrobe hang between U/us.

 

[gerardo]

Waking Dream

The cooling bath, and sorely needed sexual release left me totally relaxed for the first time since I had come to this exotic land. I sat for some time on the edge of the granite bath, enjoying the coolness of the stone, and the peaceful stillness of my magnificent surroundings.
My little respite was short lived as the guard abruptly entered and ordered me to my feet ....I was, they told me, to be presented to the Queen herself.
The Queen !

My heart leapt into my throat. My blood ran hot through my veins.

As they led me to her chambers, I envisaged her full lips, and those liquid brown eyes. I saw again the impossibly curvaceous frame, and the smooth, inviting skin. I thought of her imperious glance, and the way she coldly dismissed me. In an instant I was just as rigid as I had been just moments ago. A very clearly visable "tent" now preceeded me as we walked the stone corridor to the Queen's chamber.

I swallowed hard as the Queen came into view. STUNNING.
SHE lay there, totally composed and relaxed.....both her lips and her legs slightly and enticingly parted. I felt my knees go weak ...everything slowed down.....I spaced out ..........


As I approached closer, the guards must have left my side. I was totally unaware of anything but this magnificent Goddess who lay before me. Her erotic perfume drifted to my nostrils, but it was mixed with another scent, that unmistakeably womanly aroma, which sent me over to what could only be described as an altered state. My cock stood fully erect, and waves of desire swept through me.

My impulse was to kneel ...kneel and worship this incredibly commanding, sexy, Queen/Woman/Goddess, but I remained standing .... it dawned on me that I was responding to her orders. At some point I became aware that SHE was instructing me to take off my loin cloth.

I felt humiliation at this deman, and yet it increased my already intense state of arousal. As I obediently whisked off the soft white garment, just the cloth against the head of my stiff cock caused me to leak a drop of clear pre-cum, further adding to my embaressment.

"Please let me kneel and and worship you" I thought ...or maybe I said it out loud. But I know I stood ....fully erect and whimpering with desire .... and awaited HER instruction.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Cleopatra

I was careful not to react as the cloth was moved clear of the throbbing shaft My slave sported before him. I lowered My eyes and looked closely, inspecting his rampant manhood, keeping My face impassive and detached as he whimpered helplessly beneath My gaze.

”Well done slave … “

I praised softly and caught his eye as I deliberately licked My lips, lips that turned upwards in amusement at the sight of the resultant throb and twitch as his cock jumped in response to My attention.
I could almost feel the tightening of his balls and the aching of his cock as precum seeped copiously out of its tip.

”Cover yourself!”

My voice was soft, yet curt and dismissive.

”Take care not to soil My floor … If you do you will be cleaning up your juices with your own tongue … “

I watched him quake in humiliation as he tried to encase his hardon.
Seeing his discomfort I chuckled softly and stretched languorously on the chaise.

”My drink … “

I held out My goblet to be refilled and watched as understanding dawned and he moved to take the goblet from My jewelled hands. His hands seemed to shake as he took up the carafe and concentrated on pouring the ruby liquid carefully. Wordlessly I took the goblet, eyed it assessingly and gave a curt nod of approval. Clicking My fingers I gestured to the floor before Me.

”Kneel slave!”

I sipped at My wine pretending not to notice how instantly he sank to his knees to obey that command.

”Now tell Me … is it customary in your country to sully your bathing water with ejaculate?”

I watched as realisation dawned, realisation that he had been watched and that I knew of his actions.

”It seems your cock lacks any self discipline, slave.
Has this always been so …?”

I place the goblet on the side table and look down in amusement as I toy with him already knowing the reason for his constant state of arousal.

”Is it our climate perhaps …?”

I casually smooth My hands over the crisp white fabric cascading from my body knowing his eyes are following their path.

”It is indeed … hot … here … “

I part My legs slightly, watching his eyes drop their gaze to My legs and upwards.
I reach out My hand and pull his chin directing him firmly to turn his gaze upwards, forcing him to meet My eyes, rather than continue his fascinated focus between My legs.

”Tell me slave!
What is it that makes your cock harden and leak so?
What is it you thought of as you bathed? ….
As you made your cum spurt so hard? …
So quickly ….?”

A low chuckle escapes Me as I let a nail trail down his cheek, neck and chest before easing back lazily to listen to his response.