The day after Marc and his slave girl came to my house, they had to leave to go off up the Nile to visit some temple Marc had heard about. It is now twelve days later. Marc is my guest again. He is sails for home tomorrow.
To reward Bee for her performance, Marc has asked my permission to give her a present. While we are eating our noon meal, he shows it to me. When I see it, I laugh so hard that I almost choke on a fig. I tell him to put it back into its leather pouch and surprise Bee with it when she arrives.
After the dishes have been removed, my guest and I recline and sip wine while discussing the latest scandals in Rome. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Bee standing just outside the door and call her in. The naked girl walks in and stands at the end of the table.
"Bee, Marc enjoyed your body so much when he was here before that he wants to fuck you again before he goes back to Rome. He has a gift for you. You have my leave to accept it. Hold out our hand. Look at my friend when you thank him."
The girl raises her right hand, palm up, before her. Her eyes find Marc's face. He slides the present out of its bag and places it on her hand. Its weight causes her hand to dip for a moment. Bee looks down and gasps. For an instant, she looks as if she is going to turn and flee.
She is holding a silver anal plug. It is larger in diameter than the ivory plugs I have been using on her. The plug's head is engraved with smooth ripples. Her anus will be highly stimulated when it is tickled by the gentle undulations. The plug is heavy in her hand. It is nearly as long as my phallus. Below the narrow neck, the base of the plug is engraved with the words "Open Wide!"
Bee stands stock still for a moment. Then she takes a deep breath.
"I thank you, sir. You are too kind to this poor slave."
"Well said, girl. I think we should give out guest the honor of being the first to use this new toy on you. Come along."
Silently, Bee follows us into the play room. I start to tell her to get some olive oil and go to the stool, but she is already doing that. She bends over the stool. Marc oils a finger and teases Bee's anus. Once he feels her muscles loosen, he takes the silver plug and dips it into the oil. When the plug's head touches her ass, Bee shivers violently.
"Girl, is something wrong? Do you not want your gift?"
"My lord, I am sorry. The plug is cold. It surprised me. Please let him continue. I will do better."
I step up to Bee and hold her shoulders while Marc presses the plug against her anus again. This time she relaxes. The gleaming, rounded plug slowly stretches her ass open. Marc rotates the plug. The girl moans. Goose flesh appears on her back as the coldness of the silver penetrates her. I release her and tell her to stand. Bee squirms for a moment while the plug warms up.
"You did well, Bee. Go over to that rug and get on your back. Raise your legs straight up."
The girl obeys. I fasten leather cuffs on her ankles and then attach the cuffs to the ends of a wooden pole. It is the span of my arms. Bee's legs have to be widely spread. Once she is secure, I hook ropes to the pole and draw her up toward the ceiling. When she is suspended at just the right height, I tie the ropes off. Her wrists are then bound together and attached to a ring set in the floor. I have not played her upside down before.
Being a gracious host, I offer my guest his choice of instruments. He selects a wooden paddle that is about as broad as my hand. Marc moves beside Bee. He taps the paddle once against her ass to let her know what is coming. He then pulls his arm back and delivers a stinging blow. Bee's legs jerk. She fights the ropes for a moment and then hangs still and waits.
