Kallista’s time with her owners comes to an end, but not before she enjoys some final adventures
Julia’s younger brother Lucius was a regular visitor to her quarters, and I learned that his visits had become more frequent since my arrival. I noticed that he paid a lot of attention to me, trying in his youthful way to impress me, or at least interest me. One day when Julia went to the temple of Vesta, chaperoned by Flora, I was left to myself in her quarters. I had needlework to do, and I was focused on it when I realized I wasn’t alone. I looked up and saw Lucius standing in the doorway watching me.
“Oh, Dominulus. You startled me,” I said.
“I’m sorry,” he replied gently as he entered the room. “I didn’t mean to.”
“That’s alright. It’s just so quiet here today, and I thought I was alone.”
“I hoped you would be. I wanted to… talk to you.”
He sat on the couch beside me.
“Really? What about?” I asked innocently. I guessed where the conversation was heading and thought I might string it out a little.
“It’s just…” he stuttered, “most of my friends have already… become men.”
“Oh! How did they do that?”
“Well, mostly, they were helped, by their mother’s maids… or their sister’s.”
“I see...”
He looked at me expectantly.
“… and you were wondering if I could… help you?”
He nodded.
I took a breath. “Well, if you want a girl to like you, or give herself to you… there are a few things you can try.”
He listened intently.
“The first is to be very manly.” I looked at his slender, unmuscled frame and floppy hair. “But I don’t think you’re at that stage, yet.”
“No,” he confessed.
“The second is to be very witty. Even if you use your wit to tease the girl, it might make her like you more, if you’re clever about it.”
“I don’t think I could do that. Not to anyone I really liked.”
“No, you’re probably too sincere for that. Then there’s the third option.”
“What is it?”
“To love her with all your heart, and make her feel your love, so that she knows she’s special.”
“Oh!” he said with some relief. “I can do that!”
“Can you?” I asked. “How would you do it?”
“Well, I would tell her she’s beautiful.”
“What if she’s heard that a hundred times? What if everyone tells her that?”
He paused. “Then I would tell her she’s unique.”
“Alright. What would you say to convince her?”
“I would tell her that no one else makes me feel the way she does.”
“I see. So, it wouldn’t be her that’s unique – it would be your feeling?”
“Uh…”
“I mean, if you wanted to say more about her uniqueness, would you talk about her, or about your feelings?”
“Uh… I don’t know.” He hung his head.
I sat in silence to see how he handled this conundrum. And then, in a moment, he was on top of me. He fell forward and collapsed onto me, resting his head on my chest and stifling a quiet sob.
“I just know I love you,” he said plaintively.
I lay back on the couch with his slender body lying on me and held him gently, cradling his head on my breasts.
“Dominulus, you know you can’t love me. I’m a slave. What would your mother and father think if they heard you talking like this? They would probably punish you and send me away.”
“I don’t care what they think. I only know how I feel.”
“But are you sure it’s love?”
“Yes! My heart bursts when I see you. I think about you all the time. I lie awake at night thinking of you.”
“What do you think about?”
“I picture you in my mind. I think of how beautiful you are, and how it would be if we were… together.”
He rubbed his head against my tunic where it covered my breasts. Lower down, against my thigh, I could feel his young cock swelling.
“You know we can’t be together properly. So I guess you mean together… like this?”
He nodded as he continued rubbing his head on my breasts and pressing his cock against my leg.
I ran my fingers through his hair. “Do you know what to do with a girl?”
“Yes.”
“Show me.”
I was wearing an unusual tunic with ties at the shoulders. He undid them and peeled the front of the tunic down to reveal my breastband. He didn’t bother to undo it but pushed it up to expose my breasts, then he buried his face in them and kissed them repeatedly with an almost mad intensity. At the same time, he repeatedly thrust his cock against my thigh. It felt a bit bigger than I expected. I reached down, slipped my hand inside his tunic, and found it. He gasped as he felt my touch, then started rubbing his erection steadily against the palm of my hand. His cock was quite long, but slender, like the boy himself. I knew from my early experiences with boys that it wouldn’t take much for him to lose control. If this was to be his initiation, I didn’t want to spoil it for him. I withdrew my hand.
“Do you want to kiss me?” I asked.
He looked at me wide-eyed and nodded. He seemed to have lost the power of speech. He moved up and pressed his lips against mine. It was obviously his first kiss.
“Make your lips softer,” I said.
He did, and I responded, then I gently poked my tongue into his mouth. Like his sister, he backed away for a moment before returning with more confidence. Soon we were kissing sensuously. I spread my legs so that his thrusting groin met my vulva, then raised my knees, welcoming his movements. His motion became more rapid and again I was worried that he would lose control.
“Wait,” I said. Then I eased him off my body and stood up. He sat on the couch as I lifted my breastband over my head and let my tunic slip down around my ankles. I pushed it aside with my foot, then untied my loincloth and let it drop to the floor. I stood before him, naked. Immediately, he leaned forward and started kissing my belly as passionately as he had kissed my breasts. I gave him a few moments, then put my hands on his arms.
“Stand up,” I said.
He rose obediently. I took hold of his tunic and raised it over his head to expose his pale young body. He had a good shape, with wide shoulders and narrow hips, though there was no meat on his frame. I extended a hand, gently cradled his balls, and lightly stroked his erect cock with my fingers. He closed his eyes and trembled with pleasure. Then I lay on my back on the couch and extended my arms towards him, inviting him to join me.
He could hardly control his excitement. Shaking, he lowered himself onto me and brought the tip of his cock up to my vulva, pressing without finding an opening. I reached down and steered it into my vagina. His mouth opened in amazement as he felt the bliss of entering me. I spread my legs and tilted my hips, abandoning all hope of a lengthy fuck. He looked me in the eyes with a kind of reverential wonder, then began thrusting uncontrollably. I held him and waited for his rapturous cries, which soon followed. He spasmed in a frenzied paroxysm of pleasure as his body took over from his mind. I could tell that he had no control over his movements, and I took satisfaction in the transport I knew he was experiencing.
When he eventually became still, he lay there, his slender cock still inside me, panting and recovering. I ran my fingers through his hair again.
“You know we can only do this sometimes, when Julia doesn’t need me? I don’t think she would be very happy if she knew about it.”
He nodded silently. “I love you,” he murmured. It seemed to be all he could express.
“Then I hope you’ll help me keep this a secret.”
He nodded again.
I didn’t know then that it would be other secrets – the ones I kept with Julia – that would decide my fate. A few days later, I was returning to her quarters from an errand when I heard a heated conversation between the young mistress and her mother. From what I overheard, it seemed that Flora had been eavesdropping, listening to our conversations and perhaps spying on what we did in our private time. I hid myself and listened with my heart in my mouth.
“I told you she was uncivilized,” I heard the mistress saying angrily. “She’s been putting barbarian ideas in your head – trying to overturn the natural order. I knew it was a mistake to have her so close to you. I hope next time your father will listen to me. He will hear about this, and she will be gone in the morning.”
“No, Mother, please,” I heard Julia beg. “I’ll teach her to be good. She’ll change, I promise.”
The mistress scoffed in disgust. “She won’t be given the chance. I’m going to see your father now. Prepare to be separated from her.”
I stayed out of sight as the mistress strode angrily away. Then I quickly entered Julia’s room and found her sitting on her bed, sobbing. We put our arms around each other and gave vent to our grief. Sometime later, a messenger arrived from the master’s quarters to take me for an audience with him. Julia and I looked at each other for what we feared would be the last time, and I obediently followed the messenger.
The master was a scholarly man who had been a magistrate and earned a reputation for fairness. He was known for treating his slaves well. It was said that he never sought favors from female slaves.
His servant ushered me into his quarters and I stood passively, awaiting the pronouncement of my fate.
“Kallista.” He looked me over. “My younger children seem very fond of you.”
I was pleasantly surprised by this beginning. “Yes, Domine.”
“I hope you’ve been kind to Lucius.”
“I think he’s very happy with me, Domine.” I suppressed the impulse to smile.
“We know our young men often learn about life from slave girls. That’s in the normal course of things. Our young women, though, are another matter. Julia is very impressionable, and her mother fears that she’s been… adversely influenced.”
I wasn’t sure if I should respond to this.
“However, I’m a scholar, as you know. I’ve read Caesar on Gaul and Tacitus on Germania, and I understand that what you told Julia about your homeland is true.”
He settled on a couch, picked up a couple of scrolls, and opened one of them.
“It seems that women in those countries really are more equal and have more freedoms than in Rome. I’ve read some lively de***********ions of women who were fearsome warriors and strong leaders. I also understand that women can own property and conduct trade in those countries. In some cases, they can even be the head of the family.”
Again, I was unsure if I should respond.
“So I assume that you were not trying to mislead Julia when you told her those things.”
“No, Domine.”
“Our society is very different from yours, as you know, and it would be dangerous for a young woman in Julia’s position to develop a preference for… the practices of other cultures.”
“Yes, Domine,” I replied, suspecting that those practices included the ones I had taught her in the bathroom and the bedroom.
“As a scholar, I find these differences interesting, and as a husband and father, I’d like to know more about how they affect the personal lives of men and women. Relations between husbands and wives, for example…?”
He paused.
I was surprised that he seemed to be seeking knowledge from me, but he waited, so I did my best to answer him.
“Well, I think it depends. In some families, the husband dominates. In some, the wife does. In others, they seem to be equal. My own parents are farmers, and they share the work equally. My mother spends almost as much time in the fields as my father.”
“And in the home?”
“At home, my mother is usually in charge. My brothers and I were educated by my father, but my mother ran the household. She likes things done a certain way, and she’s not very tolerant of other ways.” I paused. “Even in the bedroom, she… Oh, forgive me, Domine.”
I hung my head in meek submission and waited to see how the master would respond to this deliberate indiscretion. I had noticed, while I was speaking, that he was looking at me very intently, not just listening to my words. And, to my amazement, I had seen a bulge developing under his tunic. It seemed that the sight of me, perhaps combined with our talk of women from my culture, had excited him. I waited to see if he would take our conversation in the direction I was suggesting.
“We’re alone here,” he said quietly. “You can speak freely.”
“Well, with your permission… My mother is a very passionate woman, and when I was growing up, there was not much privacy in our home, so it was hard not to notice that she… ruled in the bedroom, as in the rest of the house.”
The bulge under his tunic got bigger.
“I see,” he said, shifting a little on the couch. “How did she… take charge?”
I stepped forward. “In ways that are not as common here, from what I know.”
I walked slowly towards him and gently took the scrolls out of his hands. Meeting his eyes and holding his gaze, I climbed onto the couch and carefully straddled him, bringing my vulva to rest on the now elongated swelling under his tunic. As I approached he looked a little startled, but he made no attempt to stop me, and when he felt my body settle on his, he closed his eyes and exhaled. I took his hands and placed them on my hips, then began to ride him slowly through his tunic, moving myself along the length of his now hard but still hidden cock. He seemed to be consenting to me taking my pleasure in the way my mother took hers.
I lifted his tunic and was impressed by what I saw. If this was how Lucius was going to develop, he would be a popular young man. I stroked the solid flesh, fascinated as always by that feeling of iron in velvet. He shuddered with pleasure at my touch. Then I lifted my own tunic, removed my loincloth, steered his swollen knob between my labia, and slowly impaled myself. He shuddered again, groaning with pleasure. I thought I would struggle to take his whole length, but I steadily worked up and down till I achieved it. He filled me completely. With a final downward thrust, my clitoris met his pubis, and, for the first time since I had arrived in Rome, I was taking my pleasure inside and out at the same time with a man in me. This was my favourite thing, and for a while I was lost in the intoxication of it, almost unaware of the man’s presence. Then I felt him thrusting. His motion increased, and soon his cock contracted and his semen squirted into me. I kept up my rhythm, milking every last drop from him and working my clitoris on his pubis to bring myself to the point of climax. Then my muscles clenched, my body shook, and I was flooded with pleasure. I thrust myself down on him again and again, letting out an ecstatic cry with each blissful spasm.
When my body relaxed, I slowly raised myself and let his cock slip out of me. Then I stood up in front of him, returning to the meek, subservient slave I had been when I entered the room. But sadly, I soon discovered that nothing I did would have made any difference. My fate was already sealed. He gathered himself and told me that I was a very interesting young woman and he could understand why Julia and Lucius were so attached to me, but out of respect for his wife’s concerns, he would need to take me away from Julia and probably send me away from their home altogether. I was upset, but through my unhappiness I surmised that the mistress held the real power in their relationship, which probably explained why the master seemed so excited by the idea of dominant women.
For that night, the master told me, he would send me back to my old quarters. In the morning, he would relay his final decision about my future.
So I spent one last night with Zoe. We made love sweetly and tenderly and shed many tears, waking in the gray light of dawn to stroke each other’s faces and say farewell before her workday began.
An hour later, something astonishing happened, and I learned a new word: “manumission.” It’s the act by which a slave is freed. A servant arrived from the master’s quarters, told me that I had been manumitted, and presented me with 50 denarii – a substantial sum for a poor person, and a fortune for a slave. I was amazed and unsure what would happen next, but any doubt was removed when I was escorted from the premises. A few minutes later, a gate closed behind me and I was left standing in a crowded Roman street. The sun was shining, the air was warm, and the people of the great city were going about their business. I took one look back, then stepped forward and joined the throng.