Slave of Passion

SugarDeSpice

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-just need the master BUT this is NOT a bdsm thread

this is about an actual master and sex slave from some tropical island.

the master is some sort of royalty (I'll leave that up to him) and the slave cannot do anything sexually without his permission or instruction. If he tells her to undress she has to, if he wants to touch her he can, etc.

ic-

Monica Maltese
long black hair
green eyes
tan skin
long legs
34 31 36d

Monica sat on the bed in her master's quarters, he was not there yet but she had been summoned, for the first time.

She had not been here long, having been sold by her mother to this man who was now her master.

She ran a hand through her dark hair and her green eyes looked down at her attire.

Dark purple, the color of royalty, she thought, colored pengior covered her body. Hugging the curves of her breasts and hips and giving glimpses of her legs.

She heard the door open and closed and looked up
 
OOC

name: Argos
Master and ruler of the greek island of Agora.
age: 42
hair: black
a big muscular man, bear breasted


Argos returned from a war campaign. He lead his army and took it up against some thugs. Now he wanted some female attention to relax him.

IC

Argos opened the door and came in. His new slave laid in a bed.
She looked great. Long black hair, green eyes, nice curved body.
He closed the door and entered the room. The girl moved her body on the bed. She looked at him and he could see the anticipation in her eyes.

His servants told him her name was Monica.

"Stand up, Monica." He said in a calm voice. "I've been battling for a couple of days, and I would like you to serve me, as I served my king the last days." As he spoke he glimpsed at her young body. He raised his hands and stroked her cheak. Her skin was soft and warm. Then he went to the bed and sat down.

He pointed at a table and said:"Pour in some wine for me, Monica, and then sit down next to me." The young woman went to the table and turned her back on him. He enjoyed the curves of her body.
 
Monica

ooc- sorry, I went to vegas for the weekend and got extremely ill

ic-

Monica poured the wine, her hands surprisingly steady.

She turned and carefully walked over to where he was sitting at the edge of the bed.

She held the jewel encrusted goblet out to him, he took it and she sat as was instructed.

She had yet to be spoken to in a manner that befit an answer so she waited for another command
 
Argos

OCC no problem, hope you are feeling better

IC
Argos took the goblet as his eyes dwelled over Monica's body.
He slowly drank some wine. The wine and the looks of Monica chased away the events of the last days. His muscles still felt somewhat painfull, but he was happy to be in his palace.

Argos became curious about Monica. The priestess devoted to Afrodite, the godess of love, took every new slave girl to a shrine. During a short ceremony, the girl was submitted to a chastity test, performed by the priestess.

"I trust you have been with the priestess, Monica. Did she took you to the shrine to check your chastity? I want you to tell me about that ceremony?" Argos inquired the slavegirl.
 
Monica took the now empty goblet and walked over to the tankard of wine to refill it.

She brought it back to him, the dark violet lace and satin of the pegnoir fluttering around her tan shapely leg.

"We are told not to speak of the ceremony for it is sacred, trust my master in knowing that if I were found not to be chased I would not be here now before you...may not have been standing before anyone that bleeds or breathes in the air of this earth." She said keeping her eyes downcast as she presented him with a filled goblet
 
Argos

IC
Argos smiled when he heared Monica's answer to his question.
"Very well, Monica, I see you are loyal to the tradition, and you
are very right in not sharing this secret with me. For I can be master of this island, my power is restricted by the gods and their priests on this island."

Monica handed Argos another goblet filled with wine, but Argos made a hand gesture indicating he refused it.

The rustling of the violet satin clothes thrilled Argos and filled his body with fantastic emotions. Argos had other things playing in his mind. He kept his eyes focused for a brief second on the calves of her leg.

"Tell me, Monica, what other skills do you have, besides loyalty?" Argos asked his new slave girl.
 
Monica

Monica placed the goblet next to the tankard.

Keeping her eyes downcast, "I have been trained in a few arts of pleasure that would not effect my chastity master."

She walked back to the bed and stood beside him, shaking softly.
 
Argos

Argos stood up and turned towards Monica. His hand touched the face of the maiden. He noticed she tilted her head back the moment his hand touched her cheek. Monica kept her eyes downcast and her well-formed body shaked somewhat.

Argos' face neared her face. She could feel the warmth of his breath spreading out over her skin.

"Your skin is as soft as satin." Argos whispered the maiden in her ear.

"I wonder, though, what pleasures you are hiding from me, what kind of magic could you perform with your hands, or what kind of sweet words could enchant me?" Argos said in a low voice.

His hand followed the shape of Monica's face, ... it followed her neck line then his hand caressed her chin. Slowly but steady he lifted her face, so she could look at him.

"Surely, you don't think of me as if I were hideous. Why would you cast your eyes down to the earth, when they can behold the sun?" Argos said.

His thumb ran up her lovely chin and stroked her sweet lips.
"Speak up and open your mouth, Monica and allow the entry of my thumb in your warm mouth." Argos requested.
 
Monica

"Surely, you don't think of me as if I were hideous. Why would you cast your eyes down to the earth, when they can behold the sun?"

Monica raised her green eyes to his face, "I had yet to be given permission to gaze directly at you master." She answered.

She had felt his eyes take in her whole body and had felt a flush spread across her body.

"Speak up and open your mouth, Monica and allow the entry of my thumb in your warm mouth."

Monica let her jaw go slack and his caressnig thumb slip between her petal soft pouty lips. She kept her gaze locked with his and srapped the pad of his thumb softly with her teeth and then soothingly lapped her tongue across it.
 
Argos

Argos softly pressed his thumb in Monica's mouth. Monica found his left hand on her tight buttocks. Argos lowered his head, coming closer to her face, ...
his lips touched her left cheek and he kissed her.

His tongue slid out his mouth and he licked the soft, warm skin of her cheek. His thumb probed her mouth, thrusting it deeper between her parted lips.

His strong left arm pulled her closer to his hot body. His left hand dared to explore the softness of her buttocks, making circular movements and lifting her tight cheeks. He felt the thrill of anticipation spreading across her body.

"You have beautifull eyes, Monica. They contrast nice with your black hair." Argos whispered. The young woman had a blush on her face.

His tongue reached for her ear lobe. Argos moaned softly when his lips sucked the soft part of her ear.
"Mmh, it seems to me I have found a soft spot, Monica." Argos moaned. Argos retreated his thumb out of her mouth and released the girl out of his grip.

He walked to a wooden cupboard, in which was displayed a carafe, containing a white oily substance. Argos took the carafe and poured some oil in his hands. He adressed Monica, saying:
"Come closer and unveil to me your shoulders, Monica."
 
Monica

Monica found her body relaxing under his practiced caresses.

She liked her lips, tasting the residue of his salty skin.

He walked away from her and she watched him as he opened a cupboard and poured an oily substance in his somewhat calloused hands.

"Come closer and unveil to me your shoulders, Monica."

She walked slowly over to him, her hips swaying, the violet fabric swishing around her legs and feet. She lifted her hands and pulled the straps of her pegnoir down her shoulders.
 
Argos

Argos gently placed his hands on her shoulders and rubbed the oil in. A sweet scent of roses and honey filled the air.

His powerfull hands made circular gestures, rubbing the oil in, caressing her shoulders.


His hands dwelled along her shoulders, down to her arms. The caresssing became more explicit. Argos performed more pressure on Monica's shoulders and arms. Argos gave her a sensual massage, slow but passionate.

'I want you to allow me to touch your breasts, Monica. Pull down your attire, so I can rub in your breasts." Argos argumented.
 
Monica

'I want you to allow me to touch your breasts, Monica. Pull down your attire, so I can rub in your breasts."

Monica bit her lip but did not hesitate to do as she was told, "Yes my master." She replied pulling the pegnoir down to her waist.

She watched the desirefilled gleam in his eyes asit took in her exposed breasts, bits of the oil falling between the cleft of her breassts
 
Argos

The oil ran over her soft, yet firm bosom. Argos cupped Monica's breasts with his warm hands. His strong hands made circular movements spreading the oil over her bosom. Argos enjoyed the touch of his hands with the soft flesh. He placed his hands
just beneath the natural roundings of her breasts,
then he moved his hands clockwise and rubbed the oil in.

From time to time Argos changed directions and placed his hands
on her shoulders and spread the oil by lowering his hands.
"You have nice breasts, Monica." Argos praised his slave girl.
His arms enveloped her waist and he lifted the girl. Argos
moved her till she reached the edge of a table.

"Put your arms on the table, Monica." He told her.
One hand searched to touch the softness of her buttocks, while
his other hand continued fondling her oiled breasts.
Once again Argos face came closer to her lips and as he
fondled her, he gave her passionate kisses on her face.

His hand got a grip on the cloth of her pegnoir and lifted it
up, higher and higher,.... Argos pulled it up over the roundings
of her buttocks. The cloth just hid her vagina from his eyes.

By now, Argos was excited and his penis was fully erected.
He was dressed in a white gladiator skirt, with a leather belt.
The belt had a golden clip with inscriptions on it.

Argos stopped fondling Monica's breasts and unclipped his belt.
The white gladiator skirt fell on the floor. He stood naked before
Monica, with his manhood fully arisen. Argos stepped back
to give her some room. He took her hand and laid it on his
broad chest.

"I want you to touch my penis and soflty squeeze it." He whispered in her ear.
 
Monica

Monica stood steady as his hands worked the oil into her soft flesh, her nipples puckering slightly.

"Put your arms on the table, Monica."

She felt the table hit her bottom and placed her hands atop it as instructed.

She felt his hands on her bottom and her breast, she took a soft calming breath as her body became warm.

I want you to touch my penis and soflty squeeze it."

"Yes my master of course." Monica whispered, reaching out and wrapping her fingers softly around the thick shaft standing at attention from his body.

She ran her fingers softly up and down it, pausing to graze her thumb arcoss the tip before squeezing it as instructed
 
Argos

Argos hands sofltly kneaded Monica's breasts. Her skin was all lubricated and his hands swiflty ran over her bosom. Monica's hand enclosed his shaft and with her thumb and finger she stimulated his penis head.

Argos kissed her breasts and his tongue softly sucked her nipple.
His mouth came over her nipple, his tongue made circles around it, as his hand cupped her breast. He moved his head up, kissing the cleavage of her breasts. His head moved up, kissing and licking her neck and her face. Argos noticed the warmth spreading around her body.

Argos felt the release of some pre-cum and Monica spread the liquid over the tip of his penis.

Argos took her hand and moved it to her mouth.
"Open your mouth and lick your finger, Monica." he ordered.
 
Monica

Monica parted her full lips and inserted her finger, licking his jices from it, as her green eyes returned his steady gaze

The taste was slightly saltier then that of her finger.

She brought her hand back down to her side and waited.
 
Argos

Monica dipped her finger in her mouth and pouted her lips.

Then she brought her hand back down to her side and she waited.

Argos gave her a smile when he lowered his hands. They got hold of the pegnoir resting on the soft roundings of her hips.

He opened it and watched as it fell on the table.
Argos moved to her left, took some oil in hands and placed one hand on her back. His other hand made circles on her belly. The pressure on her belly varied. Sometimes his hand was just touching her skin, then he pressed deeper on her belly.
He yet, didn't touch the patch of hair crowning her vagina. Nor did he touch her vulva. He kissed her face and neckline and with a lustful gaze in his eyes he murmered:"Lay down on the bed and part your legs."
 
Monica

Monica could feel her body begin to tingle as Argos massaged the oil at various pressures into her belly as his lips grazed her neck.

He must have something in that oil, she thought with dizziness.

"Lay down on the bed and part your legs."

It's time she thought, as she said, "yes master", it's time that he will have his own proof of my chastity, she thought as she lay down on the bed, her glistening voluptousness settling back on the silks as she opened her shapely legs
 
Argos

Argos grabbed a plate filled with sugared fruits and placed it next to Monica's head on the bed.

Argos climbed the bed and kneeled down between Monica's long tanned legs. His hands stroked her thighs, feeling soft as satin.

His big penis wobbled up and down. Argos hand encircled Monica's left leg, lifted it up and he placed it on his shoulder.
Argos licked her stretched leg, the calves and her knee. His hands kneaded the soft flesh of her thigh. Then he lifted her other leg and placed in on his other shoulder.

Argos lowered his hand, touching for the first time her cunt.
His warm hand stroked her lips. He noticed her lips were enflamed and as he rubbed her lips, the glistering sight of some
juices became visible between her lips. He could hardly wait to fuck this lovely maiden. With his dumb and finger he spread her lips, showing the pink flesh that was hidden beneath her cleft.
His finger probed her vagina, feeling her hymen. Gently Argos rubbed her cunt. Her vagina became wetter and wetter because of the firm stimulation of his finger.

"I'm very pleased with your chastity, Monica." Argos said as he touched her intimately.
"Listen, Monica, I want you to rubb your breasts, squeeze them together with your hand." Argos instructed her.

Argos took hold of his penis and softly pushed the tip of his penis between her warm moist folds.
 
Monica

One of the priestesses had told the young slaves that they might even enjoy the touch of their masters. Monica hadn't believed it, not then, but now her body tingled delicously as Argos massaged her most private place.

Listen, Monica, I want you to rubb your breasts, squeeze them together with your hand

Monica took both of her hands and pushed her naked, oil slicked breasts together as instructed as she felt the tip of his shaft against her and gasped out, "Yes master"
 
Argos

Argos pushed the tip of his penis between her folds.
Slowly he pushed further in, stretching her hymen. Argos placed his hands on Monica's thighs and lifted her body a little bit. Slowly Argos increased the pressure on her hymen. It didn't took long before his penis gained entrance in her warm and moist tunnel.

Argos waited for a moment, and then pushed his cock inch by inch in her pussy. Her muscles enclosed his shaft.
"That feels real good, Monica. Good, keep rubbing your breasts, real nice, Monica" Argos said. He now had his cock completely in her. His hands stroked her legs and her belly. Argos started to fuck Monica with small strokes. He fucked her as he kneeled down between her parted legs, which he had placed on his shoulders. One leg on each shoulder.
 
Monica

Monica bit her lip as she felt the tip of him enter her. She had not been given permisson to make a sound unless spoken to.

The she felt a sharp pain and winced as she rubbed and pushed her slick breasts together as instructed.

Her feet were positioned over his shoulders and she felt him begin to move inside her, in and out, in and out. It hurt but it was beginning to fade and a soft tingling sensation grew.
 
Argos

Argos burried his big shaft deep inside Monica. He fucked her slow so she was able to adjust to the feeling of his cock working inside her. He felt she was getting wetter and increased the pace of his fucking.

"I kind of like girls making sounds when I fuck them, so don't hold back, Monica." Argos said.

His strong arms kept her legs over his shoulders. Each time he thrusted his penis in, he pushed her thighs against his pelvis.
"I want you to look in my eyes." he said.

His firm dick rubbed her clitoris over and over as he entered her. Monica's little rosebut was swollen and stood up. Her wet inner walls were pressed aside by the pounding of Argos dick. Her tight pussy was stretched to the limit.
 
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Monica

"I kind of like girls making sounds when I fuck them, so don't hold back, Monica."

Monica let her lower lips loose and little whimpering sounds escaped her lips, "Yes master." She gasped as his dick move inside her wet tunnel over and over again, the pain almost entirely gone and the pleasure beginning to build.

"I want you to look in my eyes."

"Ye...ye..yes...mmmaasstter" She moaned softly as she looked up and held his gaze, her face beginning to show the pleasure that was beginning to envoke her body. "Ahh master"
 
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