My name is Magnus, I am a slave. This is the story of how I came to be in the personal (very personal) service of my mistress Antonia.
It was the year 350 AD. The Roman Empire was at the height of its decadence. As had happened continuously throughout the history of the Empire, the frontiers were again being pushed forward. In the wake of the advancing armies lay the village where I was born. I was then a youth of twenty.
The invasion came unexpectedly one morning during the early spring. The one moment the villagers were still busy at their usual leisurely pace and the next all was chaos as the alarm was sounded. Within seconds the legionaries were overrunning the marketplace. We tried to defend ourselves as best we could – we fought bravely and many Romans fell to our swords that day, but alas, we were taken by surprise and vastly outnumbered.
Many of the younger villagers were captured as slaves, I being one of them. We were tied together in files and marched away towards Rome. For weeks we marched – through rain and scorching sun. At last we arrived in the capital, where we were taken to a slave market – we had been bought from the army by a slave dealer, whose name was Theseus.
We were lodged in barracks where we were kept for some weeks. During this time we were properly fed and exercised – mind you, not because Theseus was a humanitarian, but because a healthy slave fetches a higher price than a sick, skinny one.
After a few weeks we were taken to a slave market. Here we were paraded in loincloths and sold to the highest bidder. Myself and five others were bought by a burly looking man named Cais. We were taken away and proceeded to the suburbs of Rome in a cart drawn by two oxen. Cais, we soon discovered, was in the employ of a rich general’s widow, the mistress Antonia. We were to work the gardens of her new villa, and for two weeks I did indeed plant shrubs, prune trees and rake leaves. Then one afternoon I was summoned and told that the mistress Antonia wished to see me.
I had never seen the mistress, and from the information I had about her, I expected to meet a an old ,or at least middle aged, women. After waiting a few moments in an antechamber I was admitted into the presence of the mistress.
I found myself in a lofty, cool room. The air was filled with the delicious fragrance of exotic perfumes wafted toward me by the fans with which two servant girls were cooling Antonia. The mistress was reclining an a sofa at the other end of the room. To my confusion I discovered that the mistress Antonia was not by any means old.
“Come closer, slave”, she murmured.
As I approached her I realized that she was wearing nothing but a shawl of exquisite silk through which the curves of her body and the dark areas of her nipples an pubic hair were clearly visible. My heart rate quickened – Antonia was very beautiful indeed.
I stood before her. The languid gaze of her soft, dark eyes rested upon my body. I was wearing only the loincloth which the slaves wear whilst working in the garden.
“I saw you through my window – you work well”, she said, raising herself on one arm. The movements of her body had a feline liquidity.
“I do my best for you, my mistress”, I answered.
“Hmm,” she sighed, “but I think your talents are wasted on the garden.” She rose, and came and stood before me. I looked to floor. My heart was pounding – she was very desirable woman. She plucked at the clasp of my loincloth which presently fell about my feet – I stood naked before her. The servant girls giggled.
“Yes, yes. Cais knows what I look for in a slave.” Her long, red nails were softly teasing my balls. I couldn’t help it. My cock gave a few jerks and I had a full, hard erection.
“Yes, that is what I look for in a slave,” the mistress smiled, taking a firmer hold on my balls. “I think I’m going to make you my personal salve.”
“What a big boy!” she said, now caressing my cock. “But this big boy will have to be tamed first, I don’t want you or anyone but me playing with him. You and he are mine, I bought you, remember?”
She spoke further to me, and questioned me about my past and how I came to be a slave. During the conversation I lost my erection. Antonia noticed this and signaled to one of the servant girls, who went to a cabinet and took out a carved box which she brought to Antonia.
Antonia opened the box, and took out of it a mettle and leather device, the purpose of which I was to become intimately familiar with in a moment. She fastened the belt around my waist and inserted my penis in a tube. The whole device was securely locked in place with a lock. I was startled and confuses.
“What, is this mistress…,” I began. She smiled ironically and assured me -
“Don’t worry. I’ll keep the key to your little bodyguard, he will keep you safe until I want you. You will have you own room now, so that you fellow slaves will not become curious. You may return to the garden now.”
That is how I become mistress Antonia ’s personal slave. In the next chapters I will tell you of my life with her and the first time she decided to release me from my “little bodyguard.”
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