As she moved beneath the pillared colonnade, the shade immediately cooled her heated body. She wound her way through a myriad of rooms, finally arriving at the marbled baths. The large oblong-shaped bath had been specially built for Marcus and he'd spared no expense. The statues, the decoration and the frescos could rival any baths in Rome. The water appeared inviting with its scattered rose petals floating seductively on the surface. Handmaidens helped Flavia disrobe and she slipped gratefully into the scented water. Pillared statues gazed enviously at their mistress as she played happily in the water. Her delight echoed joyously around the marbled walls. The sun rose beyond the small window and as it did, the water began to heat up. By midday Flavia had to get out. A slave wrapped a cool cotton sheet around her and led her to a marble massage table. The room seemed empty without Marcus and his lascivious cronies, and she intended to take advantage as she gazed wistfully at the erotic paintings around the room.
Petrus stood waiting with his tray of oils and scents, flexing his fingers in readiness. Flavia walked slowly towards him and slipped the sheet from her shoulders. She lay naked before him on the large marble slab.
The slave moved forward to tend his mistress. Flavia's golden white hair hung in a thick sheet flicking across his thighs, distracting him from the job at hand. His hands trembled even more as he spread his fingertips across her pretty shoulders.
"Do your job well, slave, and I shall reward you."
"Thank you, My Lady. Is there anything special My Lady requires?" the young man questioned.
Flavia could not have failed to notice the handsome slave. He could have been no older than her, but she doubted he'd received as much abuse as she had. "What would you offer me, slave?" she asked, her voice low.
"I have jasmine oils and a wax that cleanses the body and is removed with a strigil." He spoke nervously, desperate to please his mistress.
"Thank you, but I don't think Greek bathing rituals are fit for Roman ladies. They might have benefited the men of Sparta, but I don't need my skin toughened." Flavia smiled at his lack of knowledge, but he was a willing soul and she must not chastise him.
Petrus continued to massage her back, pummelling the sensuous oils into her soft skin. He felt her body relax beneath his touch which was fine for her, but he was not relaxed, and he prayed his Lady would not notice. Taking deep breaths, he watched her turn over and lay naked before him. Flavia was nothing like the whores he knew. Her body was as nature intended and he'd never seen pure white pubic hair before. His knees weakened as he massaged her arms and shoulders, his semi-naked body hovering above hers.
Flavia watched his face. She could see her body affecting him, and she delighted in her sexuality. It was pure pleasure after Marcus and his loathsome, aged body. She had been his object to use and abuse as he saw fit. Now she was her own mistress.
"Is there something special you can offer your Mistress?" the lady breathed the words and watched him shiver. Her deep blue eyes enticed him with every flicker of her thick blonde lashes.
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