Bee's lord, Tiberius, owns a fleet of ships that bring wine to Alexandria. Some days ago, one of his captains got caught in a storm. The ship was driven aground west of here. The ship's cargo was scattered along the shore. Tiberius has had to go and sort out the mess. Before he left, Tiberius asked me to go to his house while he is away. He has a young slave girl that he plans to use to train other pleasure slaves. Tiberius finds her intelligent and obedient, but she does not yet have the all the skills required for her new responsibilities. I gladly agreed to assist her.
I ride to the home of Tiberius in the late morning. His guards know me from previous visits. As arranged, they conduct me to his punishment chamber. The kitchen slaves bring me food and wine. As I eat, I tell them to send me the girl they call Bee. When she arrives, she pauses at the door and waits for me to call her in.
"Come to me, child. Let me take a look at you. You are the lovely Bee that Tiberius seems to think so highly of?"
"Yes, my lady." The naked girl keeps her eyes cast down. Her shoulders are trembling.
"Why do you quake? Do you have a fever?"
"No, my lady"
"What is the matter then? Speak plainly."
"My lady, I am afraid."
"Of what, girl?"
"Of you, my lady.
"Little Bee, do you know who I am?"
"My lady, I was told that you are the Lady Kiya. Every slave in Alexandria knows of you."
"Do they now? Tell me more," I am actually rather amused. I enjoy hearing about what horrors I am supposed to have committed.
"Yes, my lady. I heard the cooks whispering that She-Who-Can-Devour-A-Man-In-One-Night was coming to visit our house. Some of the male slaves wanted to run away and hide until you had left."
"Girl, there are men who have faced death many times on the battlefield who would not have dared to speak so frankly to me. Your innocence is your salvation. You have no guile. I shall enjoy our time together.
"Your lord and I have known each other for many years. He asked me to come here to give you some assistance while you are training this new slave boy.
"In the beginning, I shall be giving you strict instructions that you must follow exactly. As you become more skilled in the art of training a man, I shall allow you more freedom.
"Can you do that, darling Bee?
"I want you to look at me when I speak to you. I like to see your eyes when you answer."
The girl raises her head and meets my gaze. I give her a smile to help her relax.
"My lady, I will do my best."
"Very well, my child. Shall we begin? Go and fetch the boy."
She bows and leaves the chamber. In a few moments, she returns with the new slave walking behind her. He is also naked. Tiberius does not allow his pleasure slaves to wear clothing. I look them over carefully. The girl is very fair and slender. She has small breasts that bounce a bit when she walks. She may be about twenty-five years old. The boy is just a little younger. He is tall and well-muscled. Like the girl, all the hair below his neck has been removed. It is easier to keep slaves clean that way.
I tell them to stand still while I walk behind them. I wait there to see which one will be the first to grow nervous and look around. I have found this to be an excellent exercise when I meet new slaves.
It is the boy who eventually looks over his shoulder.
"I did not tell you to move, my pretty boy. I shall give you a light punishment now so that you will learn the importance of doing exactly what I say and nothing more."
I direct him to stand underneath one of the ceiling rings. I tie his wrists behind him. Then I take a thong and tie it around his cock just below its head. I tie the thong to a rope that passes through the ring above us. At my command Bee slowly pulls on the rope's other end. The slave's cock is drawn upwards. When the boy has to stand on the balls of his feet to ease the pain, I have Bee secure the rope.
"Girl, take another thong and tie it around his testicles. Pull the knot snug so they will not slip free. Now attach the free end to that clay jug and adjust the cord so that the jug hangs just above the floor. I want you to pour water into the jug until I tell you to stop."
Bee takes a pitcher and begins to fill the jug. As it grows heavier, the pull on the boy's scrotum increases. I have her pause for a moment.
"You have a choice here, my willful child. If you put your heels down, the pull on your balls will be eased. However, your cock will pay a price for that. Do whatever you think is best."
I blindfold him and we watch as he strains and sweats. Several times, he starts to let his heels down. Each time the sharp pain of his phallus makes him rise up again. I tell Bee to add more water to the jug.
"Do you think that you will be able to obey me now, my boy? Answer me when I ask you a question."
His voice is hardly more than a whisper, "Yes, my lady. Gods above, please release me. My phallus is going to be torn from my body."
"I do not believe I told you to beg. Bee, does this slave have a name?"
"Not yet, my lady. My lord gave me leave to name him. Would my lady care to hear my choice?"
"Certainly, girl."
"My lady, since the boy seems to not listen very well, I would like to call him Donkey."
I laugh at that and nod my agreement to her.
"Very well, Donkey. You have a name. To make sure that you remember this lesson, Bee is going to whip you now. You should do your best to stand still. You may scream if you wish. Do not beg. You may be doing that later.
"Bee, get a switch from that jar. Come over here. Has your lord ever used a switch on your tender little bottom, girl?"
"Yes, my lady."