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Et Servit Domina (Rania Lark x Broomhandle45)

Priscilla's mind was clouded within her pleasure as the woman kissed her way up Priscilla's spent body to find her way up to the slaves hardened nipples. Priscilla groaned in pleasure as her back arched slightly from the delicate attention. The slave couldn't think straight as her Madam began to ask her questions as her back collapsed back into the plush bed.

"Mmmmm, well behaved...." Her voice trailed off towards sleep as her exhaustion began to take over.
 
She would see, wouldn't she? She kissed her breast one last time to let her rest, her own fingers finding her wet pussy with a pleased little sigh as she reclined back, biting her lip. She'd let her sleep, this was her first day after all...but watching her squirm and moan, and the scent of her orgasm still heavy in the air, it was impossible for Aurelia to sleep until her fingers satisfied the burn between her legs. Aurelia's fingers didn't stop running over her swollen clit, her breath hitching in her throat as she felt her eyes close.

It had been so, so very long since she could cum by her fingers alone...but this adorable little human was just the fuel she needed.

What would be more interesting would be to see if she could wake up quick enough to actually make breakfast...she wasn't going to wake her up.
 
Priscilla almost immediately fell into an exhausted, dreamless sleep. her legs still spread wide on the bed as her body lay completely exposed. She had never experienced such touch before and the overwhelming sensations robbed her of all energy. She did not move save for the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed while her Madam pleasured herself alongside her newly acquired pet.

Priscilla did not awake the next morning on time. She slept soundly until mid morning, her body remaining in its splayed state on the bed as she found her relaxation more enticing than her orders for her Mistress. When the sun was nearly at its highest in the sky did Priscilla begin to stir. Turning her head, she took in a deep breath as she struggled to wake up.
 
Aurelia didn't wake her up, instead she was perfectly content to lay in bed for a time herself to stare up at the wall and let out a light sigh. The difference, however...was that she didn't need to get up. It was somewhat satisfying in a way, to see her new servant girl so out of sorts with what they had done that she was more concerned with rest...but the other half of her, however...well, she did need to remember her duties, didn't she?

"Priscilla," Aurelia said, her voice low and firm. "It is almost lunch, and I have not yet had breakfast."
 
Priscilla opened her eyes slowly, squinting against the bright sunlight streaming into the room. She saw a woman lying next to her but for a moment, she didn't remember where she was or who the woman was lying next to her. Sitting up straight in the bed, Priscilla became aware of her nudity and exposure. Moving her hands over her body to cover herself as a deep red flush came to her cheeks as she began to recall what had happened the night before, her body being taken by her new Madam.

It was then she remembered the order. The order to make breakfast and the sun was nearly at the noon day! Priscilla's eyes widened at her disobedience as she immediately slid off the bed, standing next to it with her head bowed.

"A thousand apologies, Madam," she sputtered out in apology, terrified of the punishment for her slumber, "I did not mean to sleep for so long."
 
"So I see," Aurelia purred in amusement. "Then be a good girl and fetch me some breakfast, so I can consider your punishment for a later time," she said, shifting out of the bed with a content stretch. Mmn, maybe she wouldn't punish her today...she felt quite happy this morning...the wonderful afterglow of an orgasm would do that for just about anyone. "I will be preparing a bath, Priscilla, do be quick about my food."
 
Priscilla shook with nervousness at the mention of punishment. This wa wall so new to her as her Madam slid from the bed ordering her to prepare breakfast while she prepared a bath for herself.

"Yes Madam, right away," Priscilla stammered as she took a few steps back from the elf, before turning to leave the room. She then stopped abruptly in the threshold and turned back around, a look of nervousness splashing across her face.

"Where is the kitchen Madam?" She asked, biting her lip slightly at being more of a nuisance.
 
Aurelia grinned at her, although it was hard to say why. She was rather endearing, wasn't it? She was so prim and proper, but one moment of intimacy and she was shaking. "Calm yourself, girl...you're fine," she soothed. "Follow the path down, it's the building to your left, the main building...they know you are mine, they will help you."

She supposed she really was in a good mood today, for the time being.
 
Priscilla nodded at the directions, committing them to her memory as she repeated them to herself before turning and leaving the bedroom. She moved quickly down the hallway, gathering up her linen dress as she walked towards the outdoors. Slipping the garment over her head, she left the wing of the villa to make her way to the main house. She walked up the stairs and into the large building situated in the centre of the villa, her eyes searching for signs of life.

"Hello?" She called down the hallway, "Is anyone there?"
 
"The little mouse is out of her cage, it seems," The ever present voice of Cassius filling the air, a frown clear on his face as he appeared from the steps. This was his wife's new plaything, wasn't it? He could tell, because she stank of sex and sweat. She wasn't subtle, was she? Was she so quick to discard him for anything and rely on some chattel to please her? It was almost as insulting as the cost it took for her to get this stupid girl.

And yet, he could not ignore that she was, in fact, a beautiful woman. But he couldn't ignore just how much it cost to get her here.
 
Priscilla nearly jumped out of her skin at the seemingly disembodied voice as it echoed throughout the large entrance to the main villa. She turned to see the man who had accompanied her Madam when she purchased her at the auction; the one her Madam had said not to worry about. But he didn't seem happy and Priscilla knew exactly why from their argument the day before. She moved one arm over her dress to grasp the opposite elbow as she shifted her weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other.

"I'm looking for the kitchen," she responded, unsure of how to address the man, "Could you point me in the right direction?"
 
"I see you were used before you were taught anything useful," Cassius said dryly, but motioned down the hallway. "Take a left, and you'd better impress my wife, because I am looking very closely to see if you are worth the money we spent," he muttered in irritation. "Go, girl, I have more important things to do than speaking to some high priced harlot."

What did Aurelia see in this foolish girl that was worth that money? Did she hate him that much that she wanted to drain their coffers dry for her personal entertainment? A late breakfast was worth this? she reeked of sex and sweat, Aurelia had wasted no time in sampling her, clearly.

Hmph, no matter. If it kept his wife satisfied, he supposed it was worth it.
 
Priscilla didn't know how to respond to his chiding of her Madam's actions. Although the slave hadn't expected what had happened, she didn't ask for it and really had no choice in the matter. But she decided it was better to remain silent amongst the insults rather than begin an argument. So she nodded at his directions. She didn't want to be watched by him and his statement sent a shiver down her spine as he asserted his careful watch over her.

Once she had the directions, Priscilla scurried away from him, clearly nervous around him as he spoke in threats and insults towards her use by his wife. Walking quickly, she wanted nothing more than to be out of his line of sight. And within seconds, she was. Entering the kitchen, Priscilla quickly gathered up a sampling of fruits along with some bread that had been laid out, organizing them on a large tray. She picked up the tray and made her way back to the Madam's villa. She crossed over the threshold, the tray held carefully within her hands as she entered, the side of it pressed up against her linen dress.

"Madam?" she called out through the corridors, "I have your breakfast."
 
"In here," she called faintly as she emerged from the bath, her ivory skin glistening with water as she dried her hair, her body exposed to the cool air of a spring morning. "What took you so long, Priscilla?" she said, sauntering to her dining room to sit her naked body in a chair, on leg crossed over the other as she leaned back with a content sigh. She had work to do today, she knew...but she wished to savor her pet a little longer. She hadn't recalled a time where she had slept so soundly.
 
Priscilla heard the faint voice within the villa and followed it as quickly as she could with the large tray in her arms. She emerged into the dining room to see her Madam completely naked and sitting on a chair. Laying the tray down on the table, the slave began to explain herself and why she was so long in completing her task as she stepped back away from the table and folded her arms before her, pressing the linen dress close to her body.

"I was lost, Madam," she admitted, keeping her head raised as she had been commanded, "Your husband provided me directions..." Her voice trailed off into nothing as she shuddered slightly in memory of the unpleasant encounter between them in the main house.
 
"I see," Aurelia sighed. "I trust he was pleasant to you, at least?" she murmured, plucking a fresh cantaloupe slice with a hungry little purr, biting down on the sweet fruit with a lick of her lips. After last night, she was ravenously hungry and made no shame in hiding that as she worked through the tray like a rabid woman.
 
Priscilla took another step back away from the table as her Madam dug into the prepared food, the slave's belly growling slightly at the sight of so many delicious morsels. But she was not given permission to eat any of it and would have to wait until she was given word that she could partake. And then a question that made the slave cringe slightly; about how she had been treated by the Master of the house. An uncomfortable silence filled the room as Priscilla's mind raced with what she should say and what would happen if she said the wrong words.

"Umm," she began, biting her lip slightly as her gaze moved off towards the corner of the room, "He was....nice." She finally blurted out, her voice clearly showing her uncertainty, her lack of commitment to her own words.
 
"That sounds about right," Aurelia snorted faintly, looking her over. "Are you hungry?" she said faintly. "You didn't get breakfast, did you?" She looked fine, and Cassius knew better than to touch her afterwards, but since last night...she did deserve something for her good service already, and what was breakfast for that?
 
Priscilla nodded at her hunger. Her fingers intertwining between her hands as she looked back to her Madam.

"Yes Madam, I am hungry," she replied, licking her lips slightly at the sight of the juicy array of fruit scattered about on the large tray. Taking another step forward, Priscilla bowed her head, "No I did not eat breakfast. I wanted to ensure your needs were met Madam."

She had been well trained to please her owner first and foremost. Her old owner had never allowed the slaves to eat with him or his family or guests. Even those that were used during the night had to return to the kitchen for their meals. This experience was completely new to Priscilla at being asked if she had eaten.
 
"Take your pick," Aurelia said, hand waving over her tray. "You spent the time to prepare this for me, and you satisfied me last night...so my food is your food," she purred. "I trust you slept well, if you slept in?" She was well behaved, polite...and somewhat shy. It was rather endearing in it's own odd way.
 
Priscilla nodded and took few quick steps to land beside the large table. Not sitting down as her Madam was, Priscilla instead leaned over the wooden slab and reached for the strawberry that was at the edge of the tray. Slipping the red berry into her mouth, the slave chewed slowly, savouring the juicy, sweet fruit while standing across from her Madam. When she swallowed the fruit, she immediately reached out to take another, quelling her hunger as her stomach eagerly demanded more.

"Thank you Madam," she exclaimed excitedly as she shoved another piece of the fruit into her mouth.
 
"You're welcome," Aurelia chuckled faintly, watching her eat with an amused little smile as she inched the tray forward. "Go on, don't be shy...eat until you're full, you deserve it." She was adorable, wasn't she? All proper and shy in one little combination, so afraid to misstep...
 
Priscilla looked up to the elf as she spoke of having her fill. The slave nodded and dove into the fruit even more, eating and savouring every bite as she ate. She continued in silence until her stomach was completely full. Standing up once again, she took a step back from the table, a slight smile of satisfaction on her face as she nodded to her Madam.

"Thank you Madam," she exclaimed, "That was delicious. Is there anything you require now?"
 
"Yes, I do." Aurelia smiled, rising up easily. "Fetch my bow and quiver in my room, Priscilla. It seems like a fine day to practice." And vent off some excess frustration, as much as she wished that she could simply lock her newfound pet down and make her squeal all day, she knew the unfortunate reality was that she had tasks to tend to for the people, but soon...she hoped. Soon she would force herself on Priscilla and make her sing those beautiful songs again...
 
Priscilla nodded and turned around, leaving the dining room to retreat back to the bedroom. Once inside the bedroom, Priscilla scanned the walls for the bow and arrows her Mistress wanted. Approaching a bow hanging on the wall, Priscilla pulled it from the wall before turning to leave. Taking hold of the quiver leaning up against the door, Priscilla walked silently through the hallways, her bare feet padding over the stone floors as she returned to her Mistress. Holding the weapon in her left hand and the quiver of arrows in her right, she stopped next to the table where the Elven woman remained, presenting the weaponry to her for approval.

"Is this what you requested Mistress," Priscilla asked, her eyes scanning her Mistress's face to ensure she had done as was requested.
 
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