Continues from 14. A Gift
There is an ancient temple near the house. It’s set on a cliff top and the views from it are spectacular. You can see the whole island on a clear day and the sea can be viewed encircling us from all directions. The island is just a little dot – a small dish – set on a shimmering sheet of blue.
It’s built of white stone and on the walls there are faded frescos. Some are quite erotic – one features a naked man, possibly a slave, kneeling before a woman who is holding a long rod or whip. In others some of the women are clothed but all the men are naked and have very large genitals. They are usually drawn in poses which show them to be passive or subservient to the women.
Like all ancient artifacts, the millennia have infused the temple with mystery. Time has given it dignity and bestowed upon it a superiority over we who are transient and mortal.
At night, under the stars, its mystery is patent and almost tangible. The domed roof has a large round opening in the center and, if you lie on the floor and look up through it, you can see the clear star-filled sky and you feel you are on a space ship travelling to the stars or about to enter a portal to another time.
Local legend has it that it was built for the Greek Goddess Gaia.
Gaia, Wikipedia informs me, “was the personification of the Earth and one of the Greek primordial deities. Gaia was the great mother of all: the primal Greek Mother Goddess; creator and giver of birth to the Earth and all the Universe; the heavenly gods, the Titans, and the Giants were born to her. The gods reigning over their classical pantheon were born from her union with Uranus (the sky), while the sea-gods were born from her union with Pontus (the sea).”
In other words Gaia is the mother of you, me and everyone. She is the giver of life. The sky, the sea and the land all came from her. She is the origin of everything.
God is a woman.
It was now an hour since Madame and Silvie had made a present of the slave Leandros to me. Having him kneel naked before me with his hard upturned cock beckoning to me – seemingly begging me for release – had aroused me to boiling point. I had wanted him right there and then but Madame had sent me to my room and ordered me to wait.
Waiting was a kind of torment and I had a strong urge to masturbate which I somehow managed to resist. Of course I realized this was probably why I had been made to wait. It was yet another one of Madame’s tests.
I also wondered what Madame had meant when she said they were going to “prepare” Leandros for me. They had been impressed by my fantasy story of whipping the boy on the island and my thoughts raced with the promise of erotic fulfillment. I stroked my bare arms and gently caressed myself. My fingers plucked lightly at my nipples… How much longer now?
Was I going to have to prove myself too? Would Silvie also take the whip to me? I imagined both of us tied together, his firm cock inside me, Silvie’s upraised arm ready to strike…
God was I hot and ready. By now I was prepared to do just about anything if it meant I got some cock in me before bed time.
About a half an hour before midnight Silvie came up to my room. We kissed and she patted my ass. “Who’s a lucky princess then?” She handed me a black cape and a mask. “Here, put these on. We may do some filming and a little theatricality is in order.”
Silvie was already wearing hers so I put it on. It tied around my neck but left my breasts bare.
From a small box she took a gold leaf Greek crown which she placed on my head.
“Wow! What a ravishing Greek Goddess you make!.”
“So, what’s going on?”
“Oh you’ll see. We’re going up to the temple. Just a little ceremony and a test or two. He’s going to get his bottom spanked of course. Just go with the flow. Tonight is really all about you. He is your… toy boy. So, cock is definitely on the menu, baby. If you want it, of course, and if he…” She paused and laughed, “Behaves well enough or you.”
“Hmmmm… So I get to do what I want with him?”
“Yes. Tease him a little. There is a safe word but he knows that if he uses it he loses you. He won’t do that it so… test him. I mean it. Make him work for it. Warm him up till you get him just right!”
She grinned. “He wants that. It’s why he’s here, you know. We are the sadistic Godesses sent to test his manhood.”
We both burst out laughing.
We went downstairs. Madame was waiting for us outside the front door. She was sitting on a small pony cart to which Leandros had been attached by a leather harness. He was kneeling and quite naked. He was our pony boy and would pull us to the temple.
I climbed into the seat with Madame. She flicked the horse whip at Leandros who stood up, gripped the shafts and started to pull the cart.
Madame put her hand on my thigh and flicked the whip at his back. I watched captivated as his rounded ass clenched and his straining naked body heaved us up the hill. His back was hard and straight and, as it was a warm night, his skin was already starting to glisten with sweat.
He looked truly beautiful.
Silvie walked alongside him. She was carrying an electric cattle prod. I knew that she would use it when we reached the steep incline that led to the temple.
I welcomed the cool breeze that caressed my naked body and seemed to deposit the lightest of kisses over my arms and breasts. It was a beautiful warm moonlit night. The sky was clear with a full moon and the bejeweled heavens stretched infinitely above us with stars shimmering like diamonds on black velvet. The sea lay still like languid mercury under a full moon.
I sensed magic and mystery. It felt like a night for sacrifice. Old life for new.
The temple stood ahead of us silhouetted in the moonlight. The hill became steeper as we approached it. It seemed almost as if the temple had been deliberately placed there as a challenge to its ancient worshipers.
Silvie used the cattle prod on the boy’s ass and he yelped and strained ever harder. “Faster!” She shouted at him and there was another spark as she shocked him again and I saw the muscles in his arms swell and tighten as he drew strength from them. His back bore the heavy weight and I loved watching the rhythm of naked ass as he heaved us up the hill.
Madame cracked the whip at his back and as she did so her fingers sought out my pussy.
“Open your legs a little wider,” she said and I obeyed readily. Her fingers slid down to my clit and I experienced a sudden charge of pleasure so strong it made me cry out.
The whole scene was now charged with an eroticism I found almost overwhelming. I thought I would probably come right there and then. I tried to resist Madame’s probing fingers but when she turned to me and kissed me, her tongue entered me and I surrendered to her at once.
The seat under me was now soaked with my own desire.
Madame released me. She had been making a point of course. I lusted after the boy’s ass but I would always surrender to her.
We arrived at the temple. Silvie ordered Leandros to kneel and he dropped panting to the ground. He was soaked in sweat and his chest and torso flexed as he gasped for air.
Silvie unharnessed him and I followed as she led him on his hands and knees to the center of the temple floor. She idly shocked him every now and then as if she were testing the prod’s strength. The boy cried out but to no avail, she seemed deaf to him.
Uncaring, cold and remote, the blonde ice queen – but I knew she was loving every minute of it.
The prod fascinated me. I knew how much it could hurt from my own experience but I had found that the wait, the anticipation of the next shock, was where the real torment lay. Silvie was quite gratuitous with it but I preferred to see it used more sparingly. I wanted to use it to tease him and make him beg.
Just the idea of it was making me slightly dizzy. I was really excited now. I wanted him. I was going to have him, use him, devour him…
I told Silvie I was dying to use the prod and she smiled and said, “Wait a few moments more, my dear. All in good time.”
Thanks to Blacksmith for the use of his drawing. His tumblr page is here
Continues The Temple (II)