Continues from 13. Sisters of Belos
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The house was a renovated 18th century fort. It had three floors was set half way up a steep hill facing south towards the sea. There was a basement with a gym and various erotic accessories including a rack(!) The living and dining rooms and kitchen were on the ground floor and the bedrooms upstairs. It came with swimming pool, tennis court and a patio which was accessed from the living room.
The views were truly breath-taking. From the patio I stood watching the sunset. The evening was humid and I gazed transfixed at the ocean, enraptured by the cool breezes which caressed my naked body and gifted soft kisses on my bare skin.
Day was giving way to night. The sun bowed and succumbed to the ocean’s embrace. A fiery consummation, the long crimson kiss of surrender, and the diamond studded nightfall admitted us to its velvet mystery.
Tonight we were dining under the stars. We were on the patio and Leandros, our new slave, was waiting on us. He was naked apart from a collar and small loin cloth which covered his caged cock but left is ass bare. He really did have a cute ass and after a glass of wine I was starting to find him more distracting than the views or the conversation.
Madame insisted that dinner was “formal” in the sense that we should “dress” for it. That meant wearing jewellery or accessories – but nothing else. Tonight I was wearing a golden neck chain which attached to my nipples and a matching thong with diamonds suspended on gold chains. Silvie had given them to me. Nipple brooches and erotic jewellery fascinate me and I love wearing them.
Silvie was wearing a gold chain g-string and some stunning ruby nipple pendants. She had her hair tied up and looked ravishing.
Madame looked like an ancient Greek Goddess in a golden headband, a white transparent mini gown and leather sandals.
The meal, prepared by Leandros, was delicious and we congratulated Madame on finding him. We tried quizzing her about him but she refused to elucidate on his past.
Finally, Silvie mentioned, with her usual bluntness, that, “Amaia definitely has the hots for him. She wants him uncorked. And soon.”
They laughed and I blushed – Leandros was standing to next to Madame staring at the floor. He remained impassive, like a statue. Every inch the perfect slave.
Silvie had been “training” him every morning – this included a daily whipping and making sure he was shaved and bathed. After a morning swim and a run on the beach, he exercised in the gym and Silvie often whipped him as he worked out.
I realized then, of course, that Silvie must have had access to the key in the mornings so she could remove the cock cage and let him shave.
So she was obviously having all kinds of fun on her own while I was off taking my morning run around the island.
Madame asked if he was responsive and “a good slave.”
“He’s a darling. I only ever whip him for pleasure.”
“So, do you think he deserves having the cock cage off for an hour or two?”
“Oh Yes. Why not? Especially if it’s to please Amaia,” she grinned again, “Maybe he should prove himself though.”
“One or two tests of worthiness?”
“Yes. And Amaia too.” More laughter. “Or we put it back on again.”
They continued and I watched him while they talked. He remained immobile, at attention, as if he wasn’t listening. But when I looked down at his cock I could see he was dripping. He liked what he was hearing.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him now. He was fit and lean and his skin was so smooth and tanned. Being shaved all over made him look a statue or an idol.
God, I really wanted him.
The wine was going to my head now and my heart raced knowing that tonight he would be mine to use, savor and explore.
Madame called him to kneel before her. She cuffed him behind his back and then removed the cage. His cock bounced out like a playful young puppy ready to please. She hung the cage and key on his collar and took his now erect cock in her hands and then surprised me by, very gently, kissing it.
“Now go and kneel before mistress Silvie.”
Silvie slowly attached a red ribbon to his cock and balls, pulled it tight and tied it in the form of a bow. She was making a gift of him for me. He was my reward. They were repaying me for all the whippings and humiliations I had endured in Paris. I felt elated. It had all been worth it. Here I was living it up on a gorgeous island with two of the most extraordinary and beautiful women and now I had my own personal cutest looking sex slave toy-boy to use and do whatever I wanted with.
God. I was ready. I was purring…
Silvie reached into her bag and took out some nipple clamps and a chain. It was the same one she had used on me – with the heavy bronze handle. She attached them to his nipples and then let the handle fall heavily, exactly as she had done to me. She pulled hard on it as if to test it and then she also took his cock in her hands and kissed it.
“Go to your new mistress Amaia and kiss her feet. Obey and adore her… Or I will whip your fucking balls off.”
He knelt before me and slowly kissed each foot three times. When he’d finished I raised him by the nipple chain and ran my fingers through his golden hair and softly caressed his cheek.
I took his erect cock and gently stroked it. It was beautiful and hard and perfect. I put my lips to it and savored its succulent potency.
His hair lay over his forehead and I brushed it away and looked into in his dark eyes.
He wanted to meet my gaze but kept looking down.
I slapped his cheek. Hard. “Look at me!”
“Speak. Will you prove yourself to me?”
He looked directly at me and said, “Oh yes. I beg you mistress, please…”
There was a short silence. Madame broke it.
“Amaia, go upstairs and wait. We will prepare him.”
Continues 15. The Temple