Slave Girl Ch. 20-32

"Rosa."

"Shhhh. We're almost there." She says. "Keep your eyes closed."

The next thing I knew she was stepping away from me leaving me to stand nearly nude in the center of the room. I felt so...exposed. "Rosa!"

"It's okay Quin. I'm right here. Everything is okay." There is a sound of a little snip from near the pack. A tense moment later I let out a gasp of relief as I feel her palm come to touch my chest. "I'm right here." Her hand slides up to rest along the side of my neck. "Lean down." I do so and feel her soft cheek touch mine. "Give me a kiss." I turn to kiss her cheek. "Good boy. Okay, stand up straight." Feeling better with her there I stand tall.

The next thing I feel is something very thin and a bit scratchy get wrapped around my left wrist. It was the hemp twine! My dick lurches to life, surely visible through my underwear.

In a calm patient voice she explains to me. "This is too thin for proper bondage. It might cut you if you struggle to hard. You'll have to control yourself."

I nod.

It is wrapped a couple of times before a knot is tied. The twine was snug but not tight. She pulls the loose end across my belt line and does the same with the other wrist. Some part of me wanted to say something, to have her promise me she'd let me go if I asked her, yet I stay silent. My true desire was for her to finish this. With my right wrist secured she then takes the remaining length around the base of my back to tie it back to the knot on the other wrist then back again all the way around and tied off at the small of my back. The result was that I now had a belt made of twine with my wrists both held tight against my hips.

"Can you get out?" She asks.

I pull and twist to feel myself firmly bound. "Ohhhh." Already my dick was rock hard but flexes harder even as my body relaxes. When I feel the twine bind my movements all the fear and tension just drains from me, body and mind. "I can't get out."

"Kneel down." She whispers.

Going down one leg at a time I obey without hesitation. Stepping forward Rosa embraces my head into her soft tummy. Her fat cock nestles between my pecs. I rest the side of my face against her as she tenderly runs her fingers through my damp hair. The internal battle had gone quiet. The storm raged outside but in here all was calm. The strange peace I'd gotten a taste of the other night fills my soul once more. The fact I could truly feel the ropes this time make it all the more glorious.

"Feel better?" She asks.

"Yes! Oh yes!" I beam. "I've never felt so good."

"That's good Quin. I want you to feel good." I could hear the proud joy in her lovely voice. "It makes me happy to hear that."

Again I tug just to feel the bite of hemp against my skin. "Ohhhh gods."

"Now that you are calm." She croons. "I'll ask you again. Are you my boy?"

Chapter 22

"I...want to." My eyes squeezed shut I lean my weight forward into Rosa, she holds me up as she continues stroking my hair. "I want to say yes. You make me so...so happy!"

"Then say it." She whispers. "Be my boy Quin. Let me be your Lady."

I reach out to hug her but the twine keeps my arms right where they were. "Ohhh!" I never knew feeling so helplessness could be so good! Had it not been Rosa here I might have been afraid. But in her soft embrace I had never felt safer. Nothing could touch me here. I press my cheek into her tummy and she instinctively cradles my head tighter. "I'm not worthy of a woman like you."

"You don't get to decide that."

"I have nothing to give you."

"Except yourself."

"I don't deserve you!"

"Deserve me?" She leans down to kiss the top of my head. "To be deserving of a Lady isn't something you just are or are not. It's a process. A commitment. It is work. Something earned each and every day through obedience and kindness and worship. It is about having faith in yourself to live up to her expectations. It is about being strong enough to give yourself to a woman. It is about being brave enough to let your Lady see that special side of you that is only for her to see." She strokes my cheek then traces the tip of her finger around the edge of my ear to make the hairs down my neck stand on end. "It is a journey, together. A Lady too must earn her beautiful boy. A good boy is so fragile, so easily spoiled in this hard cruel world. She must protect him and mold him, care for him and hold him precious."

"What if...what if I fall short?"

"You will. When that happens you will be disciplined then forgiven." She replies. "And we will learn and move forward." Again she combs her fingers through my hair. "Don't be afraid my dear, I will never let you fall too far. I will always be there to catch you."

"Ohhh." Her words were a cool salve on a fresh burn. Weeks of fear and stress about my big move away from home, about life on my own, given succor by Rosa's smooth sure tone and caressing touch. "But...how can this work? How can we...be together? We cannot be married."

"Married?" She chuckles softly. "Oh sweet boy. This has nothing to do with marriage or even being lovers. You will eventually have to find a proper wife and you will sire children with her. You will be the man your parents wanted you to be, it is the way of things." Her voice is soft, wistful, wise. "But what you and I will share, if things work out, goes so much deeper than that. To be my boy you don't have to love me Quin, but you do have to need me."

"Need you?"

"Like air and water and sunshine." She croons, her petting hand cupping along my jaw. "What is a Lady without her boy? What is a boy without his Lady? It is something you either understand or you don't. Most do not. But I suspect you do. Do you understand Quin?"

"I think so. I think I do."

"If you do not wish to be my boy, if it is simply sex you want..."

"No!" I gasp. Again I try to reach out for her and end up instead feeling the thrill of my bondage stopping me. The rope holding me firm feeling like another different type of hug from this incredible woman. "No, I want more. I want more! Yes. YES! I will be your boy. Please, let me be your boy."

The moment felt even more monumental than that decision back at the crossroads. I had crossed the Rubicon to change the course of future history. I didn't know how long this thing might last between us but I knew I would never be the same afterward. No other woman had made me feel like this. No other woman could speak words that seemed to be plucked from my own heart. No other understood me like Rosa.

"Mmmm." She hums happily, not unlike a mother cooing a lullaby to her babe. "Good boy." Leaning down she kisses the tender flesh of my neck. "You've made your Lady very happy tonight." I feel her cheek brush against my nose. "Give me a kiss."

Obediently I kiss her cheek.

"Good boy." She says as she stands straight. "You are my boy now. I am your Lady. It is done until we say it isn't."

A flood of joy rushes through me. The joy of connection. The joy of giving up control. The joy of finding my true self. This wasn't simply Cupid's sting any longer. Sure I was horny but this went SO much deeper. If the gods were watching and judging...so be it. As far as I was concerned there was only one goddess that reigned in this room.

"Thank you! Oh thank you Lady." I sigh. "May I...kiss...your..."

"Foot?" She says as if reading my mind. "Yes, you may." She steps back from me.

Without the use of my arms it is not easy lowering myself to the floor but I manage it. Getting all the way down I lay face down like a snake, my hard arousal squeezed uncomfortably beneath me. I open my eyes to see her slender foot before me. I press my lips hard into it, just above the toes, to give it a long lingering kiss. The bliss was better than any orgasm. I worship her foot and lavish it with kisses. It smelled of leather and sweat and muddy rain but I couldn't care less.

"You are doing such a good job." She whispers, to which I lavish her perfect foot with even more kisses. Open mouthed sucking kisses, even licking it now. "Good boy."

"Mmmm!"

"That's enough for now." She orders. I do as she tells me, after a moment of quiet I start to rise before she stops me by placing her foot on my shoulder and carefully pushing me back down. It is a gentle reminder for me to await her commands before acting. I settle into my supplication and relax, my nose hovering just above the wood floor. Her foot rubs down over my spine. "You look so good down there."

"Thank you Lady."

Her big toe snakes back over my shoulder, down around my neck to under my chin. With the back of her foot she applies just a hint of upward pressure before pulling it away. Now I had permission to get off the ground. Following her cue I start to rise, first struggling to get one knee and then the other under me as my arms pull and twist but remain bound at my sides. I come to sit my butt between my feet.

Rosa stands in front of me, towering over me like a titan. The dim light from the stove back lights her, casting shadows over her face and body. From my low angle the silhouette of her pointed horns and ears accentuates her demonic features. Her hair glows a lovely purple. She was fully nude, as she had been on the slave platform, but now she glowed with a confident energy. She stood, hands on hips, proud of her body. And by the gods she had a lot to be proud of! Bound and under her control I, for the first time, find the courage to gaze at her body without embarrassment. I drink in her soft curving feminine shape from head to toe. Smooth fair skin. Willowy shapely limbs. Small ripe pouting breasts with slightly upturned jutting nipples. Womanly perfection, Helen of Troy had nothing on Rosa. Having looked all around it I finally turn my gaze toward her most Amazon feature.

I thought it would look out of place. I thought it would stand apart like some ungainly extraneous extension. Perhaps it was my inexperience with the opposite sex but...it was beautiful. Natural. It belonged. It was a part of her as surely as any other. The same pale skin, the same violet hair fading to pink, it could only belong to her. I am struck and deeply humbled by the size of it. At the slave market I noticed package hung a bit low but I'd been so flustered I refused to give it more than the briefest of glances. Given Rosa's petite frame, I made certain assumptions. Very bad assumptions. I knew from feeling it against me that she was bigger, but actually seeing her half aroused and already longer and fatter than my currently raging hard-on really drove the reality home.

"Well?"

"You're...beautiful!" I say with hushed awe.

"Thank you." She says brightly. "I was worried I might scare you."

"You don't scare me."

"Mmm, I'm glad."

I keep my head respectfully bowed, still avoiding that overwhelming direct eye contact.

"May I pleasure you Lady?" The words come from my mouth as if on their own. Virgin that I was I hadn't a clue what I might do to her but I sure wanted to try.

She smiles and tilts her head. "No."

"I beg you. Please. I want to make you feel good."

"Oh sweet child, you already are." Her smile grows. "Tonight I want to spoil my good boy. You don't know how long I've waited for my very own boy. Tonight, I want to play."

I bow my head lower as I accept the fact that tonight I would be her plaything. "Yes Lady."

Chapter 23

A roar of thunder shakes the earth, the wind howls, and rain pelts against roof and North wall of the shack as if Jupiter himself were trying to erase it from the Earth. Outside the storm raged but in Rosa and I's private little sanctum it was warm and calm.

"Get up." She says. "Just to your knees."

I rise from my sitting position to stand on me knees.

"Mmm." She hums approvingly as her eyes slowly scan up and down my body. "Your body is gorgeous. Such a lovely shape."

I lower my head a little, blushing from the random compliment. "Thank you." I say in a small voice.

"You would look good in silk."

"I...we have no silk."

"No. Perhaps someday though. I can make you garments that will highlight and accentuate. If you're comfortable with it." She says, her magenta eyes continuing to drink in every part of me. "Clothes to make you feel beautiful and sexy."

"I'm just a farmer."

"You are a beautiful boy and you deserve to feel beautiful." She says. "Do you feel beautiful Quin?"

I hesitate.

"Well you are." She insists. Holding her arms out she turns in a circle, doing a few steps of a dance very slowly. "And I would like a gown. A long lovely gown befitting a Lady. Something nice for when we're alone." She giggles, a bit of the cute daytime Rosa peeking through. "Something a slave has no right to wear. A private little act of defiance, hm?"

I could so easily picture her in a luxurious gown fit for a Queen. Jewelry glittering from her wrists and ears and horns. I could see her lounging in an opulent villa, being attended to hand and foot. A woman of her beauty deserved such things.

"I will get you a gown." I swear to her.

"Shhh. We'll see what happens. For now...it's fun to think about." Patting her thigh she says. "Come my side." I nod then go to step up but she stops me. "I didn't say to get up."

"Yes Lady."

Walking on my knees I move up to her left side where she indicated. I am rewarded with a pet through my hair. "Stay with me."

Rosa turns and moves to the stove. Kneeling down she holds her arms out over it just feel the heat for a time. Her smile is so pretty. She then feeds more wood into the fire. Pulling the open pack a bit closer she brings out a spoon and our vial of oil which we'd gotten refilled back in Capua. She sets the spoon on the flat top of the stove and pours a bit of oil into it. I watch but I don't question. The oil is put away. Standing up she pulls my head close and strokes my cheek before moving onto her next task.

Doing my best to keep up I walk on my knees beside her as she takes my wet clothes from where they landed to bring them to the clothes line I had put up. Shifting her clothes to the side she hangs mine out to dry as well. Next she brings the pot and the bucket of water to near the stove and moves the bowl off into a corner. Finally she checks the door to make sure it is secure before leading me back to the center of the room.

"You stay at my side so well. Are you sure you haven't been leash trained?"

"Leash trained?"

She pats my head. "Well you're doing great."

"Thank you."

"How are your knees?"

"They're fine."

"Have the ropes tightened?"

I shake my head. "They're fine."

"Good." Leaning down she offers me her cheek. I smile as I knew what was coming next. "Give me a kiss."

I kiss her cheek.

"Good boy."

Gods I loved that.

"Stay still now." She commands. I straighten up tall and obey.

Walking slowly around me she checks me out from every angle. Eventually she comes to stand right behind me, her feet stood just on either sides of my calves. She comes right up against me. The back of my head touches her chest between her breasts, her stomach makes contact between my shoulder blades, her legs touch along my hips, and her low heavy hanging dick finds a space along my spine. From there she just starts to...touch me.

With a delicate touch her fingers stroke along my shoulders and up my neck. Her tracing touch following the contours of my body. Her left hand strokes along my collarbone then down between my pecs. Her right hand glides up my neck to find my ear. She massages the velvety lobe between her finger and thumb. Her index finger moves along the outer ridge of my ear, gradually working around and in as she feels along every little groove. The fingers of her other hand spread wide to splay downward toward my abdomen, before turning to drape her arm across my chest to take the meat of one pec into a firm grasp.

I am frozen, completely at the mercy of Rosa's gentle pleasures.

From my ear her right moves along to my forehead, with just a light touch she has me tilt my head back. The fingers come down over my eyelids. With my eyes closed she feels my cheek bones then rubs my temples. She runs her fingertips over one brow and then the other. She feels my nose, down the center then along both sides. She touches around my mouth before circling inward to caress my tender lips. Nothing is hurried and no detail missed. She strokes and feels and caresses my face as if I were the most rare and precious thing in the world.

"Ohhhh." I sigh softly.

"Mmmm."

Her other hand, with a grip firm but not hard, fondles and massages my chest muscle. At my face she moves to my chin and strokes back along my jawline then back down my neck. Another light guiding touch and she has me tilt my head to the left. Her hand never leaving my skin she rubs it down over my chest to take the place of the other hand while that hand crosses over to grip my other pec. She gives both pecs a slow squeeze.

"Hahhhh." Her hot breath washes over my neck.

Bending down she kisses my shoulder. She kisses again a bit closer to the neck. And then closer still.

"Ah!" I gasp as what I expect to be another kiss ends up being a nip of her teeth. "Ohhhh."

She immediate soothes the little bite with another gentle kiss. The kisses continue up my neck before ending with long slow suckle of my earlobe.

A deafening thunderclap booms so loudly as to rattle the walls of the shack but neither of us even flinch. We were too lost in each other to take any notice of the outside world.

First the left, then the right, Rosa's index fingers and thumbs take hold of the nubs of my erect nipples. Continuing to suckle and tongue my lobe she gradually squeezes my nipples harder.

"Ohhhhh!" Overwhelmed by pleasure I briefly swoon back into her before catching myself and returning to my position. "HAH!" I suck a breath in as the slow squeeze of my nipples turns suddenly into a stiff pinch.

"Stay still." She tells me again.

"Yes Lady." I whisper through panting breaths.

Like the bite she quickly soothes my sore nip by rubbing them softly. She moves back down my neck again. This time however instead of kisses she treats me to careful nibbles. Nibbling all the way back to my shoulder. Each nipping bite sends tingling waves through my flesh. She then switches to the other side. Nuzzling deep into the crook of my neck locks her lips on the tender area to suck and lick and...bite! Her sharp fangs press against my skin, not enough to draw blood but enough to feel their sting.

"HAAHHH!"

"Mmmm!" She nuzzles up under my ear then takes the soft lobe between her teeth. Somewhere along the way her chubby half aroused cock had become as hard as my own. She nibbles and sucks at my ear. Pulling back she extends her long demon tongue to flick and lick around and into my ear. Her left arm pulls me tight, her right takes a handful of my ass and squeezes hard.

I whimper and writhe, pulling against my bonds, not from any want of escaping but simply from the overwhelming passion coursing through me.

With the grace of a dancer Rosa weaves around to the front, never letting her lips or hands leave me even for an instant. She comes to kneel in front of me. Wrapping her arms around my waist she smooches and licks my stomach, her kisses are wet and sucking. She bites me again...bliss! Up across my chest and up into the front of my neck she pecks and sucks. Every so often giving me sharp nip followed by a healing kiss. My whole body is glowing like an ember. I felt as if I was being...carried away...like a feather on a warm summer breeze. By the time she had worked her way to my nipples I am trembling putty in her arms.

"Let me hear you." She whispers.

"Ohhhhhh!" My voice is high...mewling...submissive. A most unmanly sound. I hear it as if at a distance. "Ohhhhh!"

"Oh gods!" She moans, her hands reach down to claw into my ass cheeks. "That's my boy!"