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Slave Girl: Chapter 52
🕑 Added 2021-07-08 17:08:30 +0000 UTC“Very well.” I say.
Setting the right one on the ground she holds the left one up and reaches through it with her hand. Coming up from the earth through the other half Rosa’s slender hand sprouts like a flower. She waves it in my direction.
“Aren’t you afraid you’ll lose your hand?” I say with concern. Leaning forward I look end of her stump of an arm. I expect to see bone and flesh but thankfully the hoop is filled with a gray haze instead. “It could be dangerous.”
“It seems safe enough. We’ll have to test it out when we’re not so tired and we have better light.” Her hand on the ground reaches around to feel the grass and soil around the bracelet. “This is so weird.” She pulls it back through as another letter glows then dims. She takes a good look at her hand, it seemed fine. Bringing both the halves back together she studies them. “If I can’t put this back together again it might drain completely.”
“Just do what you did before.”
She nods and a look of concentration comes over her. Bring the hoops together between her hands and lining up the clasps she closes her eyes and her brows furrow. After a moment she opens her eyes again and the twin bracelets were now one again. She swallows and closes her eyes again. A few seconds later the bracelets magic is activated and they part once more only to be fused back into one again. Watching it happen was less spectacular than one might think. Even though I stared right at it I could never see how the hoops parted. It happened subtly and suddenly. One moment they were together, the next moment they were apart.
“Ha! This thing is incredible.” Rosa says. “What a treasure.”
“Yes it is, but so are you! Rosa…you just did magic! I saw it, the first time you did it. Just like Ignatius I saw a light in your eyes. Not from the bracelet, from you!”
“Yeah. Yeah I did.”
“That’s amazing!”
“Yeah.” She says uneasily as she looks back toward the cypress. “I didn’t do it on my own though. Silvanus, he helped me.”
“He did?”
“Yeah.” She reflects on her experience. “Yeah, it was him. I looked at the tree. I reached out and…he answered. He showed me the connection.” She looks around at the trees and bushes then back to the huge central evergreen. “In this place and in that vale I can sense a presence. Close by but not within sight.” She says. “You know that feeling of having experienced something before even though you know you haven’t? Like you saw it in a forgotten dream or something?”
“Yeah. Of course.”
“It’s sort of like that but in reverse.”
“Reverse?”
“It’s hard to describe.” She shakes her head. “That doesn’t make any sense. I don’t know how to put it. I just…feel like he’s close. Like he’s been waiting for me. Like he was expecting me.”
“You should explore this Rosa.” I lay my hand on her arm. “You have the gift.”
“Papa did say it was possible that we might have it.” She takes a big breath through her nose and shakes her head. “It doesn’t matter. Slaves aren’t allowed to practice magic.”
“Nobody else ever has to know.”
“And how would I find a teacher?”
“The hedgewitch back home was self taught, or so she claimed. She was a bit cracked admittedly.”
“I don’t know Quin.” She says in a low voice. “I…have to think about this. It could spell a lot of trouble for us. Besides…why me? And even more, why Silvanus? Doesn’t it seem odd to you? I’ve lived in the cities all of my life. Most of my years inside the courtesan house. We didn’t even keep a garden.”
“Maybe he likes your singing.”
“Master, you’re teasing me.”
“No I’m not. Maybe he heard your story just now. Maybe he saw how you stood up to defend me against the cultists back at the vale. Maybe he sees something in you he likes. Maybe it’s just your fate.” I say. “Like you said, he’s been waiting for you.” I point toward the big tree. “What is thirty nine years to this elder? It would be like a minute for you or me. To it we would be like the nymphs flitting by. Here one moment to glow brightly and gone the next.”
“Hecate is the mistress of magic.” She says. “Papa said she held the secrets to wizardry.”
“Not all of the secrets. Otherwise Ignatius never could have never become an enchanter.”
“True. There are magic users of many faiths, some with no faith at all.”
“There you go.”
“I don’t even know if I want that power Quin.” Setting down the bracelet on her lap she runs a thumb over her rose shaped brand. “I just…I want a simple life. I want peace. I want a place to really call home. A real home. With my boy. That’s all I want now.”
“You shall have it.” I rest my hand over hers. “But think about it. You have my support either way.”
She nods and leans her head into my shoulder. “You’re awfully wise…for a boy.”
I lean my head onto hers. “And you are often very silly…for a Lady.” We share a chuckle.
“Speaking of being your Lady, I know we’re tired and it's been a big night already but I think we have a little time for some training before going down.” She says. “Consistency is key.”
“You don’t wish to play with your new bracelet instead?”
“This is more important.” She says. “Now obey me boy.”
My smile grows. Just hearing those words I can feel some of my stress melt away. I was fully in her hands again. I whisper. “Yes my Lady.”
“Kneel.”
I turn toward her and enter into the position. Ohhh it felt so good to obey her again. I wait eagerly for my next instruction. Rosa sets the bracelet to the side and rises to her feet. Immediately my eyes focus on her feet.
“You wish to worship your Lady?”
“Yes please.”
“Not yet. If you’re a good boy I will let you kiss my foot.”
“Thank you my Lady.” I bow my head in submission.
She backs away. “Rise, just to your knees.” I stand straight on my knees. “Arms behind your back, hands gripping the opposite forearm.” I do as she commands. “This is Kneel Up.”
“Yes my Lady.”
Stepping toward me she bring my elbows a bit higher. She tilts my head slightly up. She shifts to the side and, with one hand on my chest and one on my lower back, she has me straighten up just so. When done she has me hold the position for a time as she circles and watches closely. I drank up her attention, her eyes on me bringing me both pride and bravery. I hold the position just as she put me.
“Good.” She says. “Kneel.”
I return to the Kneel position. When here she again makes a series of small adjustments, helping me perfect my technique. From here she runs through each of the positions I had been taught thus far and does the same. For Wall we move to the trunk of the cypress. Her hands on me, correcting me, were a joy to feel. She made me feel so good. I loved her so much that it ached inside of me. She then brings me back to the fire to teach me another position.
“Now, on your hands and knees.” I get down onto all fours. Moving around me Rosa makes adjustments with just the slightest touch of her fingers. “Knees apart. Top of the feet flat along the ground. Good. Let me see your strength my boy. Strong chest, strong shoulders, tilt your ass up a little. Good boy.” She says proudly. “This is Table.”
“Yes my Lady.”
She begins to walk. “Follow.”
Without orders to get up I follow my Lady on my hands and knees. She leads me around the fire. I note that she is careful to lead me around some of the stones and roots that poked up through the earth. My Lady always looked after her boy. We circle the fire five times before coming to a stop back at our original spot.
“Good boy.” She says as she comes around to my side to sit down on my back. I easily manage her slight weight. Running her fingers through my hair she says. “One more time around.”
“Yes my Lady.”
With Rosa riding me side-saddle I take one more lap around the fire as she strokes my hair and whispers encouragement. “You’re so strong. You’re so obedient. You are so pretty. You are such a good boy.”
I come to a stop where I began and stand like a prize stallion.
“How are your knees?”
“They are fine my Lady.”
“Let me see.” She slips off of my back. “Inspection. Eyes forward.”
I get to me feet, part my legs to shoulder width, and put my hands up behind my head. I stare straight ahead into the bushes. Rosa walks slowly around me, looking me up and down, before stopping in front. Leaning down she brushes my knees clean and checks on them. Satisfied with what she saw she proceeds to inspect the rest of me, and not simply with her eyes. She squeezes the muscles of my calves and thighs. She rubs her hands up my hamstrings then grips and spreads my ass. As casually as anything she sticks her hand down my pants to fondle and grip my family jewels.
“Nngh!” I grunt and look down at her.
“Quiet.” She says firmly without even looking up. “Eyes forward.”
The inspection continues. Rosa looking me over and pawing at me like one might judging a mule for purchase. She removes my tunic and feels the muscles of my stomach and sides. She gropes my chest, her fingers sinking into the thick meat, then traces her hands down my shoulders then arms.
“I may shave you someday.” She says. “Your body hair that is.”
“Yes my Lady.”
“I may oil you up just to watch you glisten.”
“Yes my Lady. I am yours to use.”
“You are mine to cherish.”
“Yes my Lady.”
Reaching up she runs a hand across my stubbly cheek. I push my cheek into her hand just a little. “Kneel Up.” She says. “Eyes closed.” I do as she says, making extra sure to incorporate all of her guidance from earlier. The inspection continues. She touches my lips, my nose, my chin. She runs her fingers over my eyebrows then down my temples to my ears. Between finger and thumb she rubs and feels around the outside of my ear to my lobe. She even goes so far as to feel around the little ridges. Her hands move to my forehead and she soon finds the little scar I had at my hairline. “How did you get this?” She asks directly.
“I fell off of a roof.” I answer in my soft submissive voice. “I hit my head on a fence.”
I feel Rosa’s soft lips press against it. She holds the kiss for a long time before letting it go. She finishes her inspection by going through my hair the checking the back of my neck. Once done…she then starts to caress me. Her soft hands run back over the the areas she had just groped and squeezed making my skin tingle with life. I felt so dearly treasured. Even Mom couldn’t make me feel this cared for.
Once more she runs me through the positions while keeping my eyes closed this time. I do my very best. During the kneeling positions I sit so pretty for my Lady. On the standing ones I hold firm and resolute. When my Lady leads me back to the tree for Wall I maintain my bent over position with attention to every detail. And when back on all fours I show my strength and pride.
“Open your eyes.”
I open them to see my Lady’s pale delicate foot on the ground beneath me.
“Bow.” She says. “Bow and worship your Lady.”
I lower myself into Bow position, arms stretched out in front and head down low. I kiss my Lady’s foot and worship her with all of my heart.
“One last thing my boy.”
“Anything my Lady.” I say between long loving kisses to her toes.
“I think it is time we reveal ourselves to the world. Just a little a bit.”
“Yes my Lady.” If she asked I would walk naked through the streets of Rome for her.
“When you introduce us in the future always introduce me first and then yourself.”
“Yes my Lady.”
“You will say: This is my slave Rosa. You will pause for a moment then say: I am her Master Quintus.”
“Yes my Lady.”
“The pause is important.”
“Yes my Lady.”
“Let me hear you say it.”
“This is my slave Rosa.” I pause for a slow three count then continue. “I am her Master Quintus.”
“Very good.” She says. “Once introduced in this way it will be important that you never interrupt me or show disrespect to me.”
“Of course my Lady.”
“You will still be Master and I your slave, but we will be more than that as well.” She explains. “Some people may understand those signals. They may understand what it really means. Especially once I have my symbol of ownership on you. Are you prepared for that?”
Prepared for it? I yearned for it! “Yes my Lady.” I kiss her foot hard. “Lady? The special rope color, these signals, these people who understand, is this some sort of…secret society?”
“Mmm, of a sort.” She says as she bends down to pet my hair. “More of a shared lifestyle really.”
“I will try to make you proud.”
“I already have. You are my boy. My special boy. I am so proud to have you.” She says as she wiggles her toes then adds more softly. “I wish the world could know you are mine.”
I shudder as I hold back a tear of joy. “Yes my Lady.”
