will report to
the Dominus that I was well pleased.”
“Oh
thank you, thank you Gladiatrix.”
“Relax
girl, we’re just sleeping.”
“Of
course Gladiatrix.” At that the young girl undid the clasp of her tunic and let
the thin fabric fall in a heap around her feet.
Petronia
did not intend to look but her eyes were automatically drawn to the slave’s
body. She was a stunning specimen to gaze upon. Without meaning to, Petronia
let her gaze slide down the girl’s svelte figure to the black tufts of hair
covering her sex. The girl took Petronia’s gaze as an invitation and she knelt
down on her pallet and made to lay down, but seeing a burst of fire leap into
her eyes, she jumped back apologizing.
“I’m
so sorry Gladiatrix I thought you mean-“
Petronia’s
face softened. “It’s okay. I don’t expect you to sleep on the floor.” Then
seeing a disappointed look on the girl’s face; “It’s not that you’re not
pretty…you’re stunning…it’s just...this is just a day I’d rather forget, not
mark it as a day I’ll always remember by the charms of a slave girl.”
“You
over estimate my charms, Gladiatrix.”
Petronia
lay down on her pallet and patted her hand next to her, indicating that the
other girl should lie down. “Never the less…What do they call you?”
“Flora.”
“Well
Flora, I hope you don’t snore, because I really have to get some sleep before
training tomorrow.”
“I
won’t wake you Gladiatrix.”
Petronia
was very nearly asleep when she felt a hand resting on her tummy just above her
navel. She forced herself to breath regularly, but when the hand moved up and
cupped a breast, she caught her breath. She cursed to herself. Now the girl was
going to know she was awake. The hand on her breast squeezed ever so slightly,
then she found a nipple with her thumb and forefinger. She gave a tentative
squeeze, before withdrawing entirely. When the hand returned well below her
belly button and just above her sex, she froze. Was the girl actually going to
do this, after all she said? She felt fingertips brush the wisps of hair
between her legs, caressing the softness of her hair. Without even knowing why,
when the girl’s hand slid down between her legs, she opened her moist thighs,
giving the girl free access.
She
felt the girl’s expert fingers on her velvety lips, then on her sacred button.
Each touch, each tender caress sent little sparks of delicious energy shooting
through her body and she wondered how the sensation on such a little thing
could make her entire body feel so good. The slave girl began to kiss her neck,
and each little peck sent little shivers up and down her spine. She felt the
girl’s lips work their way up to her jaw line, then her cheek before caressing
the corners of her mouth. Without quite knowing why, Petronia turned her head
just enough so the girls mouth was pressed to hers.
She
couldn’t believe how soft and warm they were. Just when she thought that’s all
there was to kissing she felt the girl’s lips part and her tongue was tracing
the outline of Petronia’s lips. Petronia sighed and her lips parted ever so
slightly, but it was like an invitation to the slave girl’s tongue. The girl
ran her tongue over teeth, and when Petronia opened her mouth to give voice to
pleasure, she found the girls tongue had slipped in was tangling with her own
in some sensual, erotic wresting match. She had no idea what a pleasure kissing
could be. It’s no wonder mothers tell their girls not to kiss the boys. If she
had known this five years ago…
Without
even intending to do so, Petronia was grinding her pussy into the girls palm as
she fingered her sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. She opened her
mouth even more and inhaled the girl’s sweet breath and the taste of her
delicate tongue and she wondered absentmindedly if she was a good kisser or
not. Gradually the girl withdrew her delicate mouth, and watched as the girl
made tracks of
the Dominus that I was well pleased.”
“Oh
thank you, thank you Gladiatrix.”
“Relax
girl, we’re just sleeping.”
“Of
course Gladiatrix.” At that the young girl undid the clasp of her tunic and let
the thin fabric fall in a heap around her feet.
Petronia
did not intend to look but her eyes were automatically drawn to the slave’s
body. She was a stunning specimen to gaze upon. Without meaning to, Petronia
let her gaze slide down the girl’s svelte figure to the black tufts of hair
covering her sex. The girl took Petronia’s gaze as an invitation and she knelt
down on her pallet and made to lay down, but seeing a burst of fire leap into
her eyes, she jumped back apologizing.
“I’m
so sorry Gladiatrix I thought you mean-“
Petronia’s
face softened. “It’s okay. I don’t expect you to sleep on the floor.” Then
seeing a disappointed look on the girl’s face; “It’s not that you’re not
pretty…you’re stunning…it’s just...this is just a day I’d rather forget, not
mark it as a day I’ll always remember by the charms of a slave girl.”
“You
over estimate my charms, Gladiatrix.”
Petronia
lay down on her pallet and patted her hand next to her, indicating that the
other girl should lie down. “Never the less…What do they call you?”
“Flora.”
“Well
Flora, I hope you don’t snore, because I really have to get some sleep before
training tomorrow.”
“I
won’t wake you Gladiatrix.”
Petronia
was very nearly asleep when she felt a hand resting on her tummy just above her
navel. She forced herself to breath regularly, but when the hand moved up and
cupped a breast, she caught her breath. She cursed to herself. Now the girl was
going to know she was awake. The hand on her breast squeezed ever so slightly,
then she found a nipple with her thumb and forefinger. She gave a tentative
squeeze, before withdrawing entirely. When the hand returned well below her
belly button and just above her sex, she froze. Was the girl actually going to
do this, after all she said? She felt fingertips brush the wisps of hair
between her legs, caressing the softness of her hair. Without even knowing why,
when the girl’s hand slid down between her legs, she opened her moist thighs,
giving the girl free access.
She
felt the girl’s expert fingers on her velvety lips, then on her sacred button.
Each touch, each tender caress sent little sparks of delicious energy shooting
through her body and she wondered how the sensation on such a little thing
could make her entire body feel so good. The slave girl began to kiss her neck,
and each little peck sent little shivers up and down her spine. She felt the
girl’s lips work their way up to her jaw line, then her cheek before caressing
the corners of her mouth. Without quite knowing why, Petronia turned her head
just enough so the girls mouth was pressed to hers.
She
couldn’t believe how soft and warm they were. Just when she thought that’s all
there was to kissing she felt the girl’s lips part and her tongue was tracing
the outline of Petronia’s lips. Petronia sighed and her lips parted ever so
slightly, but it was like an invitation to the slave girl’s tongue. The girl
ran her tongue over teeth, and when Petronia opened her mouth to give voice to
pleasure, she found the girls tongue had slipped in was tangling with her own
in some sensual, erotic wresting match. She had no idea what a pleasure kissing
could be. It’s no wonder mothers tell their girls not to kiss the boys. If she
had known this five years ago…
Without
even intending to do so, Petronia was grinding her pussy into the girls palm as
she fingered her sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. She opened her
mouth even more and inhaled the girl’s sweet breath and the taste of her
delicate tongue and she wondered absentmindedly if she was a good kisser or
not. Gradually the girl withdrew her delicate mouth, and watched as the girl
made tracks of
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