Heat rose from the packed soil of the garden path, but the noblewoman did not notice with her fine sandals and silky garments. Her heat was of a different sort. Her chamber slave had laid out a colorful simple wrap that cradled her breasts and two panels of silk that hung low from a waist-chain, barely covering her sex and buttocks. She smelled of the finest fragranced oils generously applied by another slave and of her sexual excitement at the evening's activities to which she was headed.
Babylon was a hub of trade, politics, and pleasure, often intertwined. Sessna had made it her home after the death of her young nomadic husband. The slave trade had made him wealthy, and she bought into a neighborhood of large walled compounds. She surrounded herself with beautiful things and slaves easily available in the city markets.
"Are these two boys new?" she asked as she and her body slaves came across slaves tending a garden bed.
"Yes, Mistress," answered the female slave. "They came from the Egyptian trader."
Sessna paused to enjoy the slaves and the flowering shrubs they were planting. The slaves were naked as was the custom in her compound with new collars, wrist cuffs, and ankle bands. Every inch of their dark skin was freshly oiled. The attention was not lost on them, and they preened to display as they worked.
"They are fine ones. The Egyptian boys are always pretty and primal, are they not, Sacha?"
"Yes, Mistress," the male body slave answered, stifling a giggle since he himself was Egyptian and had been sold into slavery as a young boy.
"Let's have a taste to see if my money was well spent."
Sacha motioned for the boys to stand and display, with their legs shoulder width. Sylvia, the female slave held a goblet beneath their hard cocks.
"Milk yourselves for your mistress," Sacha ordered.