Reading scrolls
As the servants leave bearing away the empty plates after my noon meal, I see Bee standing by the door. I call her in and we walk into the punishment chamber.
"Bee, how many days have you been coming to this room?"
"My lord, today is the eighth day."
"What is the first thing we have done each of those days?"
"My lord, you direct me to bend across that stool. Then you oil your finger and work it into my anus. When you feel that I am ready, you place an ivory plug in my ass."
"Very good, Bee. We are going to do something different today. You are going to plug yourself. I never get to watch your face while I am tending to your ass. It will be an enjoyable change for me.
"You will find the jar of olive oil and the plug there on the floor. Lay down over the stool. Get a good coating of oil on your finger. Now, take a deep breath and keep breathing. At first, barely touch the tip of your finger to your anus. Let it linger there a moment and then slide it just inside. Take your time. Relax. When you feel ready, slide it deeper and then withdraw it slowly. Oh, Bee, you could not imagine how your face moves around while you are playing with your ass. Your eyebrows are going up and down. Your pretty little mouth gets all twisted to the side. Keep breathing. Slow down. Let your anus relax as your finger goes in and out."
The slave girl continues to massage her own ass as I watch. Soon, I direct her to use two fingers. I can see beads of sweat starting to form on her brow as she works. She is breathing slowly and deeply. I can hear a faint moan as she drops her head.
"I believe you are ready for the plug now. Be gentle with yourself, Bee."
Her hand is trembling as she picks up the plug and dips it into the oil. I command her to look at me while she penetrates herself. Her eyes are bright with passion as she thrusts the plug part way into her ass and then withdraws it. After she has done that several times, I tell her to finish her job. She takes a deep breath and pushes the plug in until her anus tightens on the plug's narrow neck.
"That was a most interesting display, Bee.
"I am afraid I have set myself a boring task for today, but you are going to entertain me while I work. Come over here to the couch. The scrolls on this table are the texts of some speeches that were given in the senate recently. My friends in Rome have told me I should read them, but I find that very tedious.
"Kneel down here on the floor while I remove my tunic and settle on the couch. I shall tell you what I want you to do. While I read, you are going to use your talented mouth and soft hands to pleasure my cock. I shall position my leg here so you can easily play with my testicles. I should not have to tell you to be gentle now. Your job is to keep my phallus hard without taking me into a climax. I heard the bell of the water clock just a moment ago. If you manage to keep my cock happy until that bell rings again, I shall be very pleased with you. Set that cup of water on the floor, you may need to take a sip now and then. Are you ready, little Bee? Let us begin."
The naked girl leans forward and softly kisses the head of my cock as I pick up the first scroll and start to read. The fingers of her right hand encircle my phallus and she milks me as my cock grows fatter and harder. Soon, her tongue darts out to lick all around my cock. She has sucked me often enough that she knows exactly what I like. As I try to concentrate on the written words, I feel her lightly caressing my scrotum. Her head moves closer as she draws me into her mouth. Bee's lips slide all the way down my cock. She slowly pulls back until only my cock's head is inside her mouth. Her tongue is doing a dance as her hand continues to stroke my phallus. I have to think only of the scroll now. It would be very pleasant to simply take her hair in my hand and fuck her mouth until I climaxed. That is not what I have planned.
As I set the first scroll aside, I see Bee lean back for a moment and take a drink of water. I pick up another scroll as I feel her warm mouth capture my cock again. I lose track of time as the words swim on the page. She is keeping me right on a knife's edge of stimulation. Any more sensation and I would be filling her mouth with my seed. Eventually, from across the chamber, I hear the tiny bell of the water clock.