Slave Girl 2: Chapter 74 (Patreon)

With the delicious dinner devoured Rosa and I clean up the kitchen, during which she finds any excuse to playfully touch me, bump into me, or ‘accidentally’ outright grope me then blame her blindness.  My Lady was in a mood tonight.  When the final dish is put away and the table wiped Rosa has me kneel down and then, in a moment that brings back so many wonderful memories, she climbs up onto my back.  During our time on the road this action had become second nature for both of us.  Those days were long, the miles many, and though her spirit was willing sometimes my soft Lady simply became too tuckered out to carry on.  Her knees tuck up along my sides and her slender arms down over my chest hug to me tightly.  Pressed to my back as she was I feel that while she wasn’t hard she wasn’t fully flaccid either.

She nuzzles and kisses my neck.  “To the river my love.”

“Yes my Lady.”

I stand with ease and she clings to me just like she used to.  I walk to the pool where we undress each other then slip into the cool water.  My Lady as naturally as day turning to night slips back into slave mode to give her Master a good scrub and an even better massage by the end of which I couldn’t even tell that I had a hard day’s work behind me.  With her Master attended to it was then time for her boy to attend to her.

“Is anybody watching?”  She asks as just her head peak up out the water.

“Nobody that I can see.”  I reply.  “Though Danae is sneaky.”

She giggles.  “Danae has seen it all before.”  She dips under the surface then rises up to stand.  The clear, clean water flows over her lithe body.  I gaze up at her admiring her pale form as rivulets race down it.  Spreading her arms and lifting her chin she commands me.  “Clean me.”

“Yes my Lady.”

I take the scented oil we’d brought with us and begin to work it into her soft flesh.  I start at the neck then move to rub her shoulders, careful to keep an eye out for any peeping eyes.  Standing in front of her as I do so meant that my dick kept rubbing across hers, both of them glistening wet and in a state of half arousal.

“I should build a privacy fence.”  I say.  “Or a screen we could set up.”

“That would be nice.”  She says.

I oil her right arm.  Gripping it in in both hands I stroke down from shoulders to fingertips then push back up again, her smooth skin sliding easily within my grasp.  I wash her left arm then move around to her back.  As my oiled palm glides down the center of her back from neck to butt something catches against the edge of my hand.

“What’s this?”  I feel along the area with my fingers and quickly find the anomaly.

“What’s what?”

Moving my fingers to the side I kneel to take a closer look.  There at the base of her spine, at the very crown of her butt crack, there was a wee bump about half the size of a thimble.

Trying her best to get a look Rosa cranes her head to look back over her shoulder.  “What is it?”

“I don’t know.  It’s like a nub.

“A nub?”  She says.  “Like a pimple or something?”

“No.”  I carefully press on it the squeeze it from either side.  “The flesh it healthy.  It’s not red or swollen or anything.”

“That wasn’t there this morning.” She says.  “I know it wasn’t.”

“Does it hurt?”  I run my thumb across it.

“No.  Not at all.”  Reaching back she feels it herself.  “Huh.”

“Should I fetch a doctor?”

“No.  I don’t think so.”  She says as she flicks and fiddles at it.  “Not yet at least.”  She stretches out her arms again.  “I’m sure it will go away on its own.  Continue my boy.”

“Yes my Lady.”

I continue her bath, cleaning every inch of her perfect body.  The boobs and balls are particularly enjoyable, for both of us.  For the latter she actually holds onto my bicep and has me fondle her huge testes a bit longer than anywhere else.  As I feel the weight of her bulky balls in my hand I knew that their contents would be either in me or on me before the night was through.  Either way what fun.  I finish with her ass and legs then turn to washing and scraping the oil from her skin.  I then go the extra mile to scrub her horns with water and brush.

“They’re getting longer.”

“I told you they would.”  She says.  “Do you miss the little nubbies?”

“Nubbies?”  I chuckle.  “I like them either way.  I cannot wait to see what they look like fully grown.  They will be regal and glorious.”

“I just hope they don’t scare people.”

“No offense my Lady, but you are not scary.”

Her ears perk up in mild offense.  “Not scary, huh?”

“Well…”

“Fangs, horns, can toss magic around as easy as walking, the blood of an Amazonian warrior flowing through my veins.”  Her titties bounce as she pops up to her full height, diminutive as it may be.  “I’m not even a little intimidating?”

“I should have said once one gets to know you.  You are very scary when you want to be my Lady.”  I assure her with a smile.  With her brow crinkles and her lips pouting she was so dang CUTE!

She lets out one of those crackling wildcat snarls and lashes her long tongue across her bared teeth.  “You do not fear your Lady?”

“Oh!”  I jump.  “I’m trembling my Lady.”

Her lips curl into a devilish grin.  “You will be, boy.”  Reaching out she finds me then gives my dick a teasing flick with her fingers.  “I think somebody needs to be reminded of the monster that lurks in his very own home.”  The words were tough but she gives herself away with a giggle.

I hold back my own laugh as I bow.  “You are fearsome my Lady.”

Pulling me by the cock she takes me to the edge of the pool.  Feeling around she finds our piles of clothes.  From hers she pulls the braided rope belt.  Turning to me she finds my hands then brings them together.  Crossing one wrist over the other she begins to bind them together.

“Ohhh my Lady.”  I gasp as the promise of bondage is made.

She smiles as she tightens the rope and whispers.  “Just your wrists my boy.  Until I have another set of eyes I need you present.”

“Yes my Lady.”

Even without seeing her loops and knots are perfection.  It was a reminder of the hard won skills my Lady had gathered in her other life.  She cinches the final knot.  I give the bonds a test and they hold with ease.  That reassurance of being bound relaxes my soul while making manhood surge to full hardness.  From the bottom she had left a short length to dangle free.  Using it as a lead she guides me out of the pool…then continues to guide me back toward the house.

“My Lady, our clothes.”

“Leave them.”

Each of us naked and wet my Lady leads her bound boy through the garden paths.  Her steps are careful but sure.  I knew silent counts were going on inside of her head.  Five steps this way, turn right, twenty steps until you smell lavender and turn left, or something along those lines.  I remain ready to aid her but it is not needed.  With unhurried grace and confidence my Rosa takes me home.

Once inside she locks the door and leads me back up to our room again.  She takes me to the center of the room.  Dropping the rope she leaves me to stand there.  She takes a step to the left and turns around exactly 180 degrees.  She walks back to the bedroom door and closes it.  She feels along the center of the door until she finds a tiny dot affixed to it and taps it with a finger.  I cock my head curiously.  She then strolls around the exterior of the room, deftly avoiding the furniture, and every so often she would stop and tap her finger against another pebble glued to the wall.  At the first window she stops, closes the shutters, then draws a heavy curtain across it.  We had curtains now?  She carries on in the same manner.  Walk a few steps, tap, another few, tap, until she gets to the balcony door.  Bending down she slides a rolled up rug across the crack along the bottom.  The already dim room becomes so much darker.  My eyes glance to remaining window and I see some curtains had been put up there as well, thanks to our friend Cassie no doubt.  Once those were closed the room would be black.

As Rosa again taps a pebble on the balcony door I take advantage of the light while I had it to squint and try to make out the significance.  But all I see is a pebble.  No…wait.  It wasn’t rounded or uneven, it was a near perfect cube.  Looking around I see the others were as well.  And as I look I see more dotted here and there all over the walls and even a few on the tables and bed.  These weren’t pebbles, they were tesserae.  It hits me in a flash.  Rosa had pried a couple dozen of the magical tesserae from our cold box and placed them around the room.  To anybody else they would not even be noticed, but to Rosa’s special sight they would glimmer like stars on a moonless night.  Just then the curtain is drawn shut and my sight is taken from me.

From the void comes the most adorable giggle, almost creepy by its innocence in such a dark place, followed by a sweet yet lustful whisper.  “Monsters are always scarier in the dark.”

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