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The Ownership Society
Uther Pendragon
nogardnePrethU@gmail.com
Mf 1st hist oral anal


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"I don't like that tunica," Mutter said. "I can see your breechclout even
when you're standing still."
"The winter tunica is too hot for work in this weather," Gretchen replied
"and Decennia hasn't given me her tunica from last year yet." Decennia was
shooting up. She was up to Mutter's chin now, and wearing a young woman's
tunica. Gretchen was nearly as tall as Mutter now, though, and this tunica
had been Decennia's as a girl. It was too short for Gretchen and too tight
across her breasts.
But there was nothing for them to do. Mutter didn't have a second tunica.
They had no access to cloth, they even had to borrow a needle when either of
them had a rip.
Being Decennia's pet slave had many advantages. She would get the tunica
when Decennia realized she would never wear it again. When Decennia could
escape to play, she would demand that Gretchen play with her. That happened
less often now, Decennia had many family responsibilities and participated
in some social events of her age group. Then,  Gretchen had to work. Even
so, Gretchen enjoyed the last year more than the previous one. Octavian,
Decennia's older brother, had been a pest for years. The last year before he
went away, he had taken to chasing Gretchen into corners and pawing her.
So, Decennia being with her mother, Gretchen was set to work scrubbing the
floor of the atrium on her hands and knees. At least, they were at the
summer residence. The house in Rome had an atrium four times as large. She
was scrubbing busily when the Dominus passed through.
"Dominus," she said. She moved aside, although she hadn't really been in his
way.
"Serva," he replied. "Hmm." A few minutes later, he was back with the head
housekeeper. "I'm going to the western farm for a few weeks. I think they
haven't sufficient household slaves there for my visit. What would they be
doing there without the family anyway? I'd like to take this one as well as
my valet."
"She's not well trained, Dominus."
"I'm certain that she will do."
"As you say, Dominus. You leave at dawn tomorrow?" At the Dominus's nod, she
continued, "Gretchen, be ready to leave at dawn."
"Decennia. . . " Gretchen began.
"Decennia," the Dominus decreed, "will have to get along without her
playmate. She's a woman now, and should be learning woman things." He didn't
seem to know Gretchen's name, but he did know her position.
When she told Mutter that she was being sent to the western farm, Mutter
brought up escape again. "Your Latin is as good as Decennia's. Away from
places that know you, mobody could tell that you are a slave." Mutter never
took into consideration that there were Italian slaves -- even though she
knew some of them. Not all blondes were German, and not quite all Germans
were slaves; but any blonde who claimed to be free should be prepared to
prove it. The argument went around the usual tracks, and she never even got
around to telling Mutter that she was going with the Dominus.
The chariot was crowded, with the Dominus, his secretary -- a Greek who
considered himself superior to other slaves, especially Germans, his valet,
and the driver as well as Gretchen. They jounced first south toward Rome,
then in a circle, then back west towards the farm. Some of the trip was on
stone roads, but much of it was on rutted dirt tracks. It was nearly noon
before they arrived; still, Gretchen couldn't have walked the distance in
anywhere near that time.
The house staff came out to meet their Dominus at the arrival, and Gretchen
was turned over to the cook. After that woman had served the Dominus, she
faced Gretchen.
"What is your name, girl, and what can you do?"
"My name is Gretchen."
"Phyllis."
"I don't know much about cooking. I've washed the dirt off vegetables and
peeled them. One thing you should know."
"I know all about cooking."
"I'm close to my period. I think the jolting of the chariot might have
brought it on." Women who were bleeding were generally not used to prepare
food. Mutter thought it a superstition, but Mutter had not learned much more
than language in her time in Italy.
"Well, we don't want you in the kitchen, then. Do you know anything about
the garden?"
So Gretchen spent the next several days gardening. She ate with the other
slaves and slept in Phyllis's room. Phyllis remembered her from when she was
a baby. "Dominus bought your mother because she was nursing you. When Domina
delivered, he sent you here; and your mother nursed the baby. We put you on
goat's milk and mashed turnips. You had trouble at first, but you were
stomping around and getting into everything before we sent you back. Dominus
ws pleased that you survived."
"That was good of him." He hadn't seemed to notice her until the last week.
"It was to encourage your mother. Wetnurses can be careless. They have
control of their charges, without anyone seeing how they act. If baby
Decennia had died, so would you."
"You'd have killed me?"
"Not me. Dominus would have sent a charioteer out here with a cord. He would
have strangled you. It had happened before. Not all Domina's babies have
lived."
When her bleeding stopped, Gretchen told Phyllis. The kitchen was hot, but
it was better work than the garden. Instead of teaching her how too cook or
bake, however, Phyllis supervised her in packig a fancy basket of food and
wine. Gretchen carried it after Dominus, who walked to a grassy plot in a
grove of trees.
While she served him there, he began to caress her, especially her nipples
where they were pressed against the tight tunica. She was reminded of his
son's groping. When she moved back, however, Dominus didn't chase her.
"Serva," he said instead. "Whose property are you?"
"Your property, Dominus."
"Then I may do anything I want with you. May I not? I could have you killed
on a whim."
"Yes, Dominus." She shivered, remembering Phyllis's mention of the
charioteer with a strangling cord.
"Don't shiver. I was only giving you an example. I don't want to slay you,
but to give you pleasure. But enough of that. Food first. Bring me a
raisin."
She fed him raisins, putting thme in his mouth one at a time. He ate all the
raisins; but, when he had enough of the bread and cheese, he let her eat the
rest.
"Thirsty?" he asked.
"Yes, Dominus."
"Come here." He sat up and patted the space in front of him. He gave her the
cup which he had used during the meal. "Pour yourself some wine and drink."
It was heady stuff, unwatered. When Gretchen and the other slaves drank, it
was more water than wine. "Have more," he said when she had finished the
cup. His hands covered her breasts while she drank. She couldn't escape;
this was the Dominus, her owner. And, with the wine flowing through her, it
started to feel good.
He told her to strip and to spread out her breechclout on the ground as a
pad. After she had removed his tunica, he had her lie down with her hips on
that pad. He knelt between her legs and kissed her breasts. Frightened as
she was, that felt exciting. So did his hands on the lips between her legs.
He stopped kissing her breasts and rose above her. She felt something else
at her lower lips -- something that felt warmer than his hand had felt..
"Serva," he said, "look me in the eye." That was a violation of protocal,
but she did so. "Watch my face, as I will be watching yours." Then she felt
a stabbing pain. She screamed. When she could see Dominus's face again, he
was smiling.
"Now you are mine in another way," he said. "Relax. the worst part is over.
Had not your mother told you anything?"
"About this? Nothing, Dominus."
"Relax. The rest is pleasure." The rest wasn't pleasure, although he held
her breasts in the way that she had enjoyed earlier. Neither was it the
first searing pain. He moved back and forth above her, in and out of the
space where her legs met. She felt as though she were being rubbed or
scraped somewhere she had had never felt before. Also, his weight pressed
her into the ground. Finally, he grunted. He fell heavily upon her and lay
there.
"You are a woman, now," he said when he finally pushed himself off her. She
had been a woman since she first bled. But there was blood on her leg now --
blood out of season. Some of it had dripped onto her folded breechclout.
"Dress your Dominus before you dress yourself," he said when she reached for
the breechclout. His was off, as well. She saw his genitals, the first she
had seen of an adult man. There was blood on his phallus as well. "That is
your blood on me," Dominus said when he saw her looking at his genitals.
"That is the instrument that made you a woman. Look at it." She looked. She
could not wrap it in a breechclout without looking, anyway. After helping
him on with his tunica, she dressed herself. She packed the remains of the
meal and followed Dominus back to the farmhouse.
"Tell the cook I shall not need you until tomorrow," he said. "She should
find work for you until then." Gretchen relayed the message. Phyllis put her
to work preparing dinner. She did kitchen work all the next day until it was
time to seve dinner to Dominus. As there were no other family members at the
farm, he ate alone. Gretchen was told to serve his meal. He told her when
she did something wrong, but he seemed in good humor even when correcting
her.
"Well, Serva," he said when he had finished eating, "you seem to be
learning. You must have a name, what is it.?"
"Gretchen, Dominus."
"Gretchen? What sort of name is Gretchen?"
"A German name, Dominus."
"A German name? Serva, Gretchen, are you always so literal?"
"Dominus?" She had not the least idea what she had done wrong -- or done
right, for that matter. He seemed to be amused.
"Never mind. I like you literal. Have you eaten?"
"No, Dominus." No slaves ate before the family left the table. "Something
will be in the kitchen." the cooks always ate well, much better than the
other slaves.
"Anything I have left, you may eat before you bring it back to the kitchen.
When it is fully dark, see me in my room." She had served him a whole
chicken; he had eaten not all that much more than half. She feasted on that
until she was afraid of being sick. Then she ate all the bread and turnips
she wanted. When she brought the remains back to the kitchen, nobody
complained about the amount left for the rest of them. It was still more
chicken than the field hands would get this month.
At full dark, she found his room empty. She waited there until the Dominus
came in. She removed his tunica and breechclout and put them where he
directed. Then he told her to strip and the peg to hold her clothes.
"Next time you are here before me, wait for me naked. Now come to bed." She
did so, shivering in fear of the searing pain. "I have told you, that pain
comes but once. Lie still." As she did so, he petted her. He began with her
breasts, then suckled them while caressing between her legs. Whatever her
fears, the sensations were exciting. When he rose above her, the fears
returned; but his entrance was smooth and painless. "Raise your knees more,"
he said. When she did, he slid a little more deeply inside her. "Put your
hands on my hips. When I come down on you, raise yourself against me. When I
rise, you should sink down." She tried to follow his directions. Following
them became easier as she went along. She was beginning to feel real
excitement when he grunted. She could feel him throbbing within her befreo
he fell onto her again. She held him until he rolled off. "Sleep here
tonight," he said. "This is your place to sleep."
In the morning, he gave her a new tunica. It had a bit of blue embroidery at
the neckline. It fit comforatbly across her breasts and fell nearly to her
knees. On the other hand, it was sleeveless and the armholes were large
enough to reveal the outsides of her breasts. The neckline was low enough to
show the tops of the breasts, as well. It was so sheer that what of the
breasts were covered could be glimpsed through the thin cloth. Dominus had a
polished silver plate for a mirror, and he showed her herself in it. She
thanked him sincerely. It was the first piece of new clothing she had ever
worn.
Gretchen found that beig the Dominus's bed mate had some of the advantaes of
being Deciminna's play mate. She had to serve him lunch and supper, be in
his room when he returned to it. She was expected to work in the kitchen
when he had no need of his services. But none of the other slaves dared ask
whether their Dominus really had need of her. So she could eat her fill
after serving him meals and even take a little rest before returning the
dishes and the food remains to the kitchen. When she awaited him in his
bedroom, nobody was authoized to tell her that she was too early. She might
be on her feet, but she was not carrying anything -- nor wearing anything --
and was not obliged to mind any task. After the first day, Dominus ordered
her to serve lunch and dinner in her new tunica but without her breechclout.
He could see the hair on her mound throgh the cloth. So could the other
house servants as she went to and fro, but none of them dared touch her --
none of the male servants even dared leer suggestively.
The second night, after she had waited naked for Dominus and removed his
clothes as well,  he stood petting her instead of going to bed. By the time
he lay down, she was eager to join him. He kissed her breasts some more and
sucked her nipples while stroking between her legs. When he finally entered
her, she was quite excited. His strokes within her fanned the flames.
Something was drawing tight within her. Then it broke.
"Ah!" she called out as her belly throbbed.
"Ugh!" he echoed her. This time, when he lay on her, she could hear him
gasping in her ear. Surprisingly, she noticed that she was breathing just as
hard. She was raising the considerable weight of his torso on each breath.
"That was it!" he said. "Did I not promise you pleasure?"
"You did, Dominus." And, she realized, that surge she had felt had been
quite pleasant. When he rolled off her body, she turned on her side to go to
sleep. He cupped her breast in his hand and cuddled against her.
She found that the Dominus acted differently on different nights. Sometimes,
after carressiing her breasts and thighs during two meals, his phallus was
already nearly erect by the time she unwrapped his breechclout. Some of
those nights, he worked to draw out her response and expressed pleasure and
pride that he had done so. He would stroke her lower lips and carress and
kiss her breasts before and after going to bed. He would reach between them
to put his finger where her lips met to add those rubbings to the ones his
phallus was giiving her. Once, he even withdrew so that his thumb was her
only stimulation.
"Gretchen," he said, "sweet Gretchen come for me."
"I'm trying." Aside from pleasing him, the climax was a great pleasure for
her.
"Don't try. Relax; feel." His phallus entered her again. "Feel me in you. Do
you feel me fill you up for all your length?" She felt, but did not answer.
"Now do you feel me just at your entranceway?"
"Yes, Dominus."
"Feel that. Feel my motion. Feel that I'm in you and moving in you." She
felt his motion, felt his finger tickling her entrance, felt the tension
growing tighter.
"Oh," she said as the spasms hit.
"And," Dominus said as he began moving faster, "I feel you clutch around me.
So sweet, You are so sweet. . . . Ah!" And she felt him pulse with her.
"Sweet Gretchen," he repeated quietly into her ear as he lay on her. "Soft
Gretchen. I love everything about you." That night, when he rolled off her,
he pulled her against him, She fell asleep hugged in his arms.
At other times, the erect phallus would seem to take control of his actions.
He would order her into bed and fall onto her immediately. His entrance
would hurt -- if much less than the first time -- and before his strokes
could arouse her, he would finish with a groan. Twice he made her bend over
with her hands on the bed and her legs straight together. He would drive
into her from behind. He gripped the sides of her hips and moved her to his
pleasure before collapsing on her back. Times like those, he either didn't
use any name for her -- they were alone in the room after all -- or he
called her "serva" -- as if any slave woman would do.
He was not always ready when she undressed him. He might demand the
attention of her hands or -- more often -- her mouth. Usually, when her
kisses and sucking had aroused him, he would lay her down and enter her
immediately. Once, he had her continue sucking until he discharged in her
mouth.
"Swallow it, Serva. It is the essence of your Dominus. It is the most
important food you will ever receive."
The next night, however, he stroked her until she was ready -- even eager --
for his entrance. He enjoyed her climax and praised her for it.
"My sweet Gretchen. You enjoy this don't you. If only you knew how good it
feels to be appreciated."
For weeks, Gretchen was a kitchen slave by day and a bed companion by night.
Then her blood came around again. She warned Phyllis, who handed her over to
the housekeeper for cleaning duty. As Phyllis suggested, she warned the
Dominus that night. He responded by lying down.
"Come, Gretchen. Your lower mouth is no longer available to me. Use your
proper mouth." She did, sucking his phallus until it was hard. "Use your
tongue," he said. "Lick all around the head of my phallus." She did that
until he stiffened. Then he grasped her head and moved her mouth back and
forth on his phallus until he pulled her tight against his groin and
erupted. She was choking when he let her go. "Remember to swallow it all,"
he said.  She tried. She felt a little leak out onto her chin, but he made
no objection. He told her the chest which held extra sheets, and she rolled
herself into one of them on the floor. It was a harder bed, if a cooler one,
than she had slept in since she first came into that room to serve him.
The next night, she met him naked as always. She suspected that he would
tell her to resume her breechclout, but followed orders until they were
revoked. Instead, he pointed out a small flask of oil to her.
"Use that to annoint my phallus." She did until he was hard, and then kept
on until he told her to stop. "Now," he said, "lean over on the bed like you
did before. Spread your legs." From right behind her, he repeated, "Spread
your legs more." She felt him touch her on the anus., and tensed. "Relax,
Serva. The first pain was necessary. Pain now is not. Relax and this will
feel pleasantt." It felt, if less painful than the fiery invasion of their
picnic, decidedly unpleasant. He gripped her hips in his hands and pulled
her back as he pressed inward. When he had filled her, she felt as though
she had to visit the outhouse immediately. She resisted that feeling while
he stroked within her. "So tight," he said. "You are clasping me so
tightly." She was clasping the dung she would otherwise have sprayed over
him. When he finally pulsed within her, she grabbed her tunica and struggled
into at as she ran to the door. She barely reached the outhouse in time, and
she felt as if she were bleeding there. When she returned and rolled herself
in the shet again, he was already asleep.
She learned a few nights later that he was going to return to the summer
house the next day.
"Do you want me t be ready at first light?" she asked.
"You will stay here."
"But Decinna. . . ."
"My daughter is a pure young noblewoman. I don't thinik a bedslave is a
proper companion for her. Look, Gretchen, this is in your interest. Your
Domina is no longer appreciative of my attentions. She knows I use other
women; she doesn't necessarily like those other women. At the house, you
would be in her power. I so much enjoy being appreciated, that I don't want
her to have you lashed."
So Gretchen stayed behind. The housekeeper, the cook, and the cook's two
helpers were really more slaves than the farmhouse required in the absence
of the family. On the other hand, nobody was going to assign the Dominus's
favorite to field work. Gretchen and the housekeeper cleaned the entire
family and guest quarters over two days. After that, Gretchen handled the
garden for Phyllis. When her bleeding stopped, Phyllis taught her how to
cook the food that they were serving now. With the Dominus gone, that was
mostly porridge and turnips with salt and the occasional onion for
seasoning. There wasn't a great deal to learn.
Finally, the Dominus sent orders for Gretchen to report to the house in
Rome. A burly field hand walked along with her. Even so, her revealing
tunica attracted some male attention. The field hand was threat enough for
slaves and freedmen; Gretchen had to dance out of the grasp of soldiers. The
journey was both toil and danger, but she gloried in the feeling that her
Dominus cared about her. He had sent for her. She wasn't only a serva; she
was his Gretchen.
When she reached the house, Domincus told her to bathe. She hadn't eaten,
but the bath was a great comfort. She was stretched out in the bath when
Octavian walked in. She covered herself with her hands.
"Don't bother," said the lad. "Owners are entitled to see what they own."
"I am your father's slave. If you touch me, I shall tell him."
"I am your Dominus's son. As one of his heirs, I am entitled to touch his
property. We shall see." And with that threat, he walked out. Gretchen
exited the bath as soon as she could. She dried herself and donned her
breechclout and revealing tunica. She sought food and shelter in the
kitchen. On the summer afternoon, it was too hot in there for family to be
likely to wander in. The food available, however, was quite sparse.
She served supper again in her tunica without the breechclout. Octavian ate
with the Dominus, making Gretchen grateful that the oil lamps gave so little
light. In the heat, they took seperate couches.  In the presence of his son,
Dominus kept his hands off her, but his eyes were appreciative. Ocatvian's
eyes were oppressive. When the meal was over, Gretchen ate her fill. Then
she returned the dishes and the few remains of the food to the kitchen. She
proceded immediately to Dominus's room. She stood naked for some time --
worrying that Octavian might trespass -- before Dominus entered.
"Gretchen," he said, "so good to see you. I have somethig for you to do, but
first. . . . " He held her tight and petted her all over before she could
remove his clothes. When they were down on the bed together, he sucked on
her nipple and stroked the entry to her tunnel until she reached for his
pahallus. His first strokes within her started her on the upward spiral.
When she spasmed, he followed.
"Oh, Gretchen," he said. "It means so much to be appreciated. It means so
much that you enjoy this too." He began to kiss her breasts again. Then
broke away. "But I have something serious to discuss."
"I enjoy being appreciated. I enjoy your body. However, I have duties. My
son, Octavian, your 'Dominus Octavian,' has not had the pleasure that I have
had. And, being a young man, he needs it even more. I think you have learned
much this last month. Octavian is in his room just down the hall. Go to him.
First give him what he wants. Then, gently, without ever taking the lead,
teach him some of what you have learned. He'll be ready every night; I can
remember being that age. But your mouth can make him ready a second time in
the night. some nights, you'll come here first. I'll tell you when. Those
nights, like tonight, you'll wash yourself off and go on to his room.  Other
nights, you'll go to him only.
"I trust you to both satisfy him and educate him."
The end
The Ownership Society
Uther Pendragon
nogardnePrethU@gmail.com

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