Domini Nostri

She was taking a long bath with expensive spices and perfume. Her head was rested on a cushion, while a female slave washed her hair and gave her a facial massage. Her arms and legs also extended, a further four female slaves, one for each limb, were treating her nails. Around the waters, three male slaves played a relaxing, harmonious melody while three female ones chanted in beautiful voices. The whole room was built like a spacious spa, with roman decorations. Life was good for Domina.

When it was done, she was dressed in fine roman clothing and jewels while her hair was styled with complex patterns. The whole morning routine, from the moment music woke her up and she was carried to breakfast to the moment she was fully prepared, usually took around three hours. Afterwards, she would walk, followed by this entourage of eleven slaves, to meet her husband, our Dominus. The six musicians played and sang along; her five servers carried her stuff, sometimes the end of her dress if it was too long, and waited for any orders.

As per usual, Dominus was waiting for her at the business room. It was the biggest room in the whole mansion: it was as big as a middle-sized company office, for that was precisely its purpose; but decoration made it look more like a roman palace (which it was) than an office. Around a massive table at its center, close to fifty slaves of both sexes were busy with computers, papers and phone calls. This is were most of us spent the day. At the end of the room, climbing a few stairs, a pair of thrones stood above it all. One was empty, but in front of the other one was Dominus, standing up, with a martial attitude.

Domina approached him, smiling. The musicians stopped playing and singing, and all eleven slaves dropped to their knees and lowered their heads. Dominus smiled back.

"Oh, my dear lord", she said, "why are you always so tense? You should relax. Your business is already functioning almost on its own, that's how good a job you did. Our slaves know what they're doing, trust them a little. Just sit down and let's enjoy this beautiful day". She held his hands and kissed him on the lips, before gracefully sitting down on her throne.

"But that's precisely it, my lady. That's the difference between the victor and the vanquished, the conqueror and the conquered, the man who is naturally a master and the ones who were born to be his instruments, his slaves. The master is always thinking, always ready for a fight. He doesn't relax. That's when a man loses his freedom. If your will is not master of your being, someone else will become the master of your will".

Domina laughed, entertained. "Please, not philosophy this early in the morning!". She looked around, thinking. Then she signaled to one of the female singers. "Angela, come up here. Your Master is a little tense. Why don't you give him a little head?". The slave nodded and got up. "Yes, Domina". The slave knelt in front of the throne, made way through Dominus' robes with her mouth, and started licking his cock. She was a master, and that's why Domina picked her: she had done it way too many times, before and during her enslavement. She sucked back and forth, playing around with her tongue; Dominus was aroused, but remained stoic. Close to half an hour passed, and it seemed it would never end. This was as per usual with Dominus. He was a big, physically powerful man, built on testosterone. He fucked like an animal, and was capable of doing it for hours without coming. The privileged female slaves that had the honor of becoming the object of his desire usually had multiple orgasms before he was satisfied. He liked doing multiple women at the same time. He would go to bed with four women, fucking one while kissing another, having the other two worship his whole body; he would then switch between them as he saw fit, and all four of them knew heaven before he was done. And yet, he was so hypersexual that he usually needed to come around four times a day for the urge to go down. And so, he spent most of his day either doing business or fucking.

"Why are you so insistent today that I must relax, my lady?" he casually said to Domina, while the singing slave kept trying as hard as she could to pleasure him, "You seem a little upset".

"I just feel like we should spend the morning in a more... silent and nice environment for a change, my lord. Why don't we let them work for a couple hours, and have a nice walk through the garden? We can bring the musicians".

"You can go if you wish, my lady. That's always been your style. I wish to lead my people in the battle here". While he spoke, he rose up, lifted slave Angela with a single arm, pushed her violently on the floor and started fucking her. She moaned both at the pain and the pleasure. "But it is true that we should spend some more time with each other, more intimate time. We're so busy with running an empire and all... we've barely been able to know each other since our wedding day". He spoke calmly, but his body language was becoming more brutal. The poor slave was overwhelmed, as if she was going to break. He motioned the other two female singers to come up. "And you know what, I'm intrigued, I really am. That's why I married you. I feel like we can give each other something... different from all we've known until now". He took one of the girls by the hair, threw her down and pushed his cock all the way down her throat. With his other hand, he took the other one, pulled her to his body, and started kissing her. Angela was panting, recovering from the fucking that felt more like a beating. "Instead of the garden... how about we see each other... tonight, at the shared bedroom?", he said between kisses, and Domina agreed. A silence overcame the room. Such a proposal was a rare occasion, but an all-important one. Preparations needed to be made. It was going to be a long day for everyone.

I know all this because I was there: I am one of the male musician slaves. And this is not Rome, as you probably guessed from the modern technology: this was modern day Italy, and this is the story of the man and the woman that made us all surrender to their will, the story of two people who were born to rule. This is the story of our Owners, Domini Nostri.