Slave Girl 2: Chapter 55

Rosa flips me over and has me lay still as she finds our special little vial of lubricating oil.  I lay there horny and wanting and awaiting a promise to be delivered, the pink haze of Morpheus draining from my mind.  As my wits cleared there came a niggling sense that something was off.  Not with Rosa or the situation, but with me.  This was all so wonderful…but something wasn’t right.  I felt loved.  I felt cared for.  I felt owned.  But…I didn’t feel safe.  I’d almost slipped away into my submissive bliss, easier than ever before perhaps because I was so desperate for it, and my Lady hadn’t even realized it.  Just as she worried might happen.  Even with her magic she could not peer into my eyes to read the truth within.

With that growing awareness comes a tension.  On the one side the urge to obey my Lady at all costs, my faith in her authority, not wanting to undermine her reemerging confidence, and the erotic spirit of Cupid filling me with the desire to be fucked.  On the other only my duty to be open and honest with my Mistress, the woman I loved.

‘A Lady cannot be afraid or have doubts when she’s got her boy in hand.’  ‘My boy needs a Lady who can be there for him and protect him.’  Rosa’s words echo in my mind.  ‘Until I learn to manage on my own you will have to be my eyes my boy.’

My irrepressible lover was adapting so well and, aided by her magic, her dominance was returning swiftly.  I knew that she was as impatient to place her collar on me again as I was to receive it.  But she was still in a vulnerable time with her blindness.  And she was trusting me to pick up the slack that she could not manage right now.  If I slipped away again and something happened how could Rosa ever trust me or her dominance again?

And as I struggle with the knowledge of what I must do another realization follows.  A more selfish realization.  This day had been a lot.  Being with another woman for the first time.  The hard ‘breeding’ session, fun as it had been, had taxed my emerging sexuality.  The tough decision to go stand by Aristocles’ side despite the risks.  The stress of the wait.  The hard battle that had so humbled me, its bruises still fresh on my body and mind.  And finally, seeing that little figurine of my mother which conjured feelings of homesick.  It had been a lot.  As I reflect on my day I realize that the best part of it, the very best part, was Rosa’s gentle hands, warm embrace, supportive words and soft breast.

Rosa’s hand touches my calf as she crawls up between my spread legs, vial in hand.  “I’m gonna fuck you so good baby.”  Her warm hand grips my ass cheek and spreads it open, the slick touch of oil coats my entrance.  “You deserve it.”

I take a breath and swallow, then whisper.  “Rosa.”

The distressed tone of my soft voice stops her in an instant.  “What’s wrong?”

“Um…”

“It’s okay.”  Her hand glides up to rub my back.  “Go on.”

“I…I almost slipped away.”  I say, apology laced through my words.  “Morpheus…is here.  He is close.”

“Oh!  I…didn’t know.”  I could hear the sharp disappointment and the pain in her voice.  The disappointment was in herself for not living up to her own high standards of looking after her submissive.  The pain was for me as if she had let me down or failed me in some way.  “I didn’t know.”

“I know.”  I say.  “That’s why I’m telling you.”

“Thank you my boy.”  She whispers.

“Did I…do wrong?”

“What?  No.  No baby, no.”  She crawls up alongside of me and sits near my head.  Pulling me closer she has me rest my cheek on her thigh.  Just wanting to be held I curl up into a little ball beside her, and held I am.  Bending down over me she puts her arms around my shoulders and holds me close.  Stroking me tenderly she sighs.  “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry.”  I say back.  “I ruined the mood.”

“You didn’t ruin anything baby.”  She kisses my head.  “You did good.  You did so good.”  I look up at her loving face just as I feel the cooling magic return so that she could see my features again.  Her fingers find and stroke down my cheek.  “You had a tough day, huh?”

“Yeah.”  I sigh.

“It must have been so scary.”  Her fingers twirl at my chin and stroke softly back up again.  “All these new things, new people, new expectations.”

“Yeah.”  Curling up tighter I confess to her things I would never confess to anybody else.  “I was…a little scared.  Not enough to stop me, but there was fear in me.”

“Of course there was.”  She soothes.  “Anybody would be scared.”

“Even you my Lady?”

“Especially me.”  She smiles.  Her hands roam my body and find the sore area at my side to caress it.  “That rough north man hurt you.”

“A little.”

“And here I am wrestling with you.  What a silly Lady I am sometimes.”  She hugs my head to her breast.  “He can’t get you here my boy.  I won’t let him.  Nobody can hurt you here.”

“Mmmm.”  I hum contentedly as my whole body relaxes again.

Cradling me close Rosa begins to hum a tuneless tune, her voice as pure and sweet as a robin at dawn.  It would have been so easy to just drift off to sleep right then, but my needy bum and her still stiff erection had other ideas.

“We don’t have to stop if you don’t want my Lady.”  I say in my small voice.  “I still want to be with you tonight, I want to serve you, just…”

The lullaby stops.  “Just?”

“Just…I’m not feeling so hard right now, my Lady.”  I take a breath.  “Would it be okay…if we do it gentle this time?”

Her heart melts.  A smile blossoms as tears well up in her big magenta eyes.  “Of course baby.  Of course it’s okay.”

I smile back.  “I guess I’m not such a rough boy after all.”

A quiet laugh escapes her.  “Not tonight you’re not.”  Another kiss.  “And that is wonderful.  I love my soft boy.”

I nuzzle her cock and give it a long worshipful kiss.  “Breed me my Lady?  Please?”

“Yes my love.”  She coos, her fingers dancing across my shoulder.  As she guides me she touches me differently now, soft and gentle and supportive.  Pulling me up she has me straddle her legs.  Passing me the vial she settles back into some pillows, hands behind her head.  “You will ride me.”

“Yes my Lady.”

“Oil my penis.”  She commands.  “As well as your entrance.”

“Yes my Lady.”  I breath, my heart soaring.  While the heady haze of bondage and helplessness would be denied me this night I felt so much better now, and I was still going to get fucked!  I laugh excitedly as I pull the stopper from the vial.  Carefully I drizzle the golden liquid, sparkling in the lamplight, up and down my Lady’s big, hard cock.  Closing the bottle I tuck it to the side then rub my hands together to warm them before taking a hold.  My hands grip and twist as they run up and down the great phallus that made my man-sized member look like a mere boy’s.

“Mmmm.”  My Lady smiles, her eyes half closed.  “That’s nice.”

“Thank you my Lady.”

“Mmmm.”  She stretches and settles deeper into the cushions.  “Praise me my boy.”

“Praise…?  Of course my Lady.”  I say as I spread the lubricant all over her cock.  “Your beauty is beyond compare.  Your smile gives me life.  Your kindness and patience humbles this lowly boy.”  Taking the oil I pour some into the cupped fingers of my left hand.  Rising to my knees I reach between my legs and begin to work the lube around and into my ass.  As I do so my dick rubs along her gleaming shaft.  How I lust after her soft, lithe body stretched out beneath me.  “Your mercy makes Clementia envy.  Mighty Jupiter trembles at your power.  Wise Minerva admires your intellect.  Fair Venus hides her face so as not to be compared to you.  And old Silvanus…”

She raises a brow.  “Careful now.”

I chuckle.  “Old Silvanus is one lucky god to have found a follower so special.”

“Hmmm.”  She sighs.  “Your Lady is pleased.  You may mount me my boy.”

“Yes my Lady.”

Chapter 56