It was during a friendly game of cards that I discovered him. Brian was in the room with Lady Cecilia and I that day. We sat around playing cards and chatting. I watched him move silently around the room, refilling the glasses without being asked. Lady Cecilia was his owner, but soon after she acquired him, she discovered she had more of a taste for blonde, shaven slaves, so she paid him little attention. Brian was darker skinned, his hair was thick and black, covering his chest and legs. As the game progressed, she said that she was restless and had need of some air.
She excused herself and left me alone with him. He was in a corner, sitting quietly on a cushion. He had been watching us chatter and play the game. I beckoned for him to bring more wine and he did as he was told. I took his arm and removed the glass decanter from his hand. Setting it on the table, I had him sit beside me on the floor.
“Your Mistress ignores you, I see. Perhaps you have done something to displease her.” I said this as almost a question.
He said nothing.
“You may speak to me.”
“It may be because I am not blonde, Mistress. I am not like the other playthings she has now. They are thinner where I am thick. They are shaven where I am covered with hair.”
He never once met my eyes during this confession. He stared at the tiled floor instead. I made up my mind to ask Cecilia more about him. Cecilia now breezed back into the room and dismissed Brian with a wave of her hand. She did not notice that he stole a look at me from the doorway. She was in good spirits; the air must have refreshed her some.
We chatted gaily for almost an hour when I mentioned Brian to her. She seemed not to have much interest in him when she spoke, so when we again played the card game, I made her a bet. If I won the game, I would take him from her. She laughed and readily agreed to the challenge. When I threw down the winning hand, she laughed again.
She rang a small bell and a servant appeared hastily. She instructed him to get Brian ready to leave, that he had found a new home. This task completed, she walked me outside to the waiting car.
Brian was taken quickly from his room by the servant and bathed. He was dressed in clean garments and taken to the car around back. The servant shoved him inside, much to the delight of the hovering slaves that were busy with chores in the yard. Brian could hear them snickering and laughing amongst themselves as they carried on with work. He knew what they must be saying. Maybe he had displeased Mistress Cecilia and now he was going to be sent away from her.
The driver drove the car around to the front of the house. The door was opened and I got in. I leaned against the cool leather of the car and settled in for the long ride home. He was quiet, but I could feel his eyes on me and could sense he had questions, but still he remained silent.
We arrived home about an hour later, and I bade him to follow me into the house. He did so, slowly and determined. He followed me into the study and I motioned for him to sit in front of me.
When he was sitting, I made him face me so that I could see him. I studied his face, noting the stubble on his cheeks and chin. I could see the thick black hair from under the clean white shirt and it excited me. I touched his face now. I traced his face with my fingertips. His lips were soft and full. His eyes were brown and large, his cheekbones finely structured.
When I had my fill of memorizing his face, I reached for his hand. It was so much bigger than my own. His whole being was so much bigger than my own. I wanted nothing more than to feel his weight upon me, crushing me, engulfing me. I could feel my own pulse racing at the thought. Where he thought he was lacking in looks, he was indeed breath-taking to look at.
I would allow him a night to settle in, get used to the new surroundings, and have a meal with me. I never rushed. I always liked to take my time. I found that I got better results with a little bit of kindness. The males would vie for my affections, always trying to outdo one another to win the spot in my bed.
I got up from the chair and made him follow. Together, we explored the house. I showed him his room and introduced him to Tristan and Joel, my other slaves. They studied Brian as I had, and nodded their greeting. They were told to make him welcome, as he was now a part of our home. I left him in Tristan’s care with instructions that I wanted to have dinner in my room with Brian.
Tristan was well-tanned, with flowing dirty blonde hair that hung past his shoulders. He had a tattoo of a dragon on his arm. He was my rogue, my warrior slave. Joel was smaller and faster than Tristan. He could out run him every time. He was the cook and could give wonderful massages. Tristan was bolder, sturdier in body than Joel. Now that I had Brian, it seemed I had created a wonderful mix.
Dinner was served three hours later. Brian ate with me in the room. He was quiet, well-mannered and nodded his appreciation when Joel filled his plate and glass. It was now that I wanted the time with him alone, no distractions, and no disturbances. Joel shut the door on his way out.
When the meal was over, Brian cleared the small table and stacked the dishes neatly on the tray. Then he came and sat at my feet. I stroked his hair a little, deciding that I would get Tristan to tend to it tomorrow.
“You may stay for a bit here. I wish to have some time with you before you sleep.”
“Yes, Mistress”.
“Go draw me a bath, Brian. You are going to wash my hair.”
He rose quickly and found his way into the large bathroom. I heard the water come on a moment later. I rested in the armchair. The meal was quite filling and it had been a long day. I wanted to rest a little, plan a little and give Brian a few small tasks to complete. It was still relatively early. Joel and Tristan would be busy for a while, having to clean up the kitchen after the meal and attend to several other things before returning to my room after my long bath.
I could hear Brian moving about in the other room and I closed my eyes for a moment, reflecting. Tristan and Joel had been with me six and eight months respectively now. Tristan had come first. I found him in a club in New York. He was young, new and uncollared. I approached him, bought him a plane ticket and took him home with me. I found out quickly that he could not cook very well, in fact, hardly at all. After a few mishaps in the kitchen, I set out to find another that could cook. I would find other uses for Tristan.
Joel was a birthday gift about two months later. A friend of mine gave me a set of fine cookware and sent Joel to deliver it to me. I found out the first morning that Joel was more adept with cooking than Tristan when breakfast was served to me on a silver tray. He woke me with coffee and a light meal. I fed him and Tristan tidbits of food and the three of us spent a cozy morning in bed.
Brian had now come back to the bedroom, the bath task having been completed. He helped me from the chair and led me towards the tub. He had dimmed the lights and lit some small candles that he had found on the counter. The tub was near full with warm scented water. I could see that he had laid out a towel and draped my robe over the back of a small chair.
He undressed me and helped me into the tub. He took up a small sponge and washed me gently. Then he began to wash my hair. His movements were slow and deliberate, as though he were afraid of making a mistake. When the task was done, he let out the water in the tub and dried me off. Soon, I was wrapped up in my robe with a towel around my hair.
Tristan and Joel were kneeling by the bed when we emerged. They were naked except for the gold clamps decorating their nipples. Joel had brought more wine and Tristan had brought the hairbrush.
“Help Brian with the chores, then you will attend to me.”
Tristan and Joel rose up and Brian followed them. They cleared up the table from dinner and proceeded down the hall. I took this opportunity to settle into my favorite chair while I waited for them.
When they returned, I bade Brian to sit on a small cushion halfway across the room where he could see Tristan and Joel at work. Joel brought over a small stool and propped my feet up. Tristan was to tend to the task of untangling my long hair with the brush and Joel was going to paint my toes a fiery red color.
Tristan had now set to braiding my hair and coiling it above my head. When he stood in front of me to arrange a loose curl, I took the opportunity to stroke his cock. Joel had finished his task and was kneeling by the stool. I called his name aloud and he crawled to me; his hardening cock evident.
I had Tristan stand in front of me in the chair and Joel stood at my side. I touched both of them now, pulled on their clamped nipples and stroked their backs in turn. I could see Brian on the cushion. He was not watching, not knowing if he should. He had not been told to do so. I called to him softly and he crept over to the other side of me. I did nothing more than play with his nipples a little before dismissing all three for the night.
The day passed by quickly. Joel brought me breakfast in bed and Tristan came to unwind my hair from the braid so that it hung in long waves down my back. Brian was to spend the morning in the garden and then help Joel later with the evening meal. Tristan had been instructed to tend to Brian’s unruly hair and then send him in to me for the rest of the night. I entertained for a bit after luncheon then spent the rest of the day catching up on rest and reading.
We ate the evening meal in the garden, the four of us. They ate quietly at the low table beside me, ever-attentive, and already I could see Brian was trying to fit in as best he could. Tristan and Joel were going to attend a party later while I stayed home with Brian. I often lent them to various friends for the evening. They were well-behaved and I had several offers for them during the months. I left the three of them in the garden and went to my room. The car for Tristan and Joel would be arriving soon and I wanted to see them off.
When the bell rang about an hour and a half later, Tristan and Joel were kneeling by the door. They were dressed in short black vests and clamps. They had small weights attached to their cock rings.
“Let me hear how only how splendid you performed tonight. Heed the Masters and Mistresses wishes. Now go.”
When they had been taken away, I closed the door and turned to Brian.
“You will come with me.”
