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It was only three days later, and David was already used to waking up at dawn. No longer confined to the general slaves quarters, he was given a special bunk in the main tower of the palace, shared by five other slaves, two men and three women. Those slaves were Cleopatra’s most personal ones, though he soon realized that he himself was the closest to her.
As soon as word was given that the Queen was awake, David and two of the women, both pure Egyptian, were escorted to the Queen’s chambers. It was a shock on his first day that Queen Cleopatra slept nude, and truth be told, every time he saw her naked was just as shocking. She truly was something of perfection, and it was obvious that the little clothing she wore was made to control her raw sexual image, instead, turning it into a far more deadly, seductive tease. David long since stopped trying to quell his erections. Most of the time, if not all of the time, his cock was stiff straight before her.
When David arrived, she was sitting upright amidst the golden silk and pillows, waiting expectantly. While the two female slaves helped her out of bed, David ran the bath. The Queen’s bath was something complex, and getting the mixture of hot water and fermented soaps and oils was very difficult. He was lashed properly in the Queen’s private dungeon after failing the first time. Now, he was sure to get it right every time.
Once the large, three person tub was full of steaming water, the air thick with incense and mist, the Queen entered. Gallantly, David held her hand as she dipped a foot in to test the water, then lowered herself slowly, then reclined until her body was submerged completely.
The Queen’s baths were slow and relaxing. As she lay in the part molded comfortably for her body, David kneeled beside her in the hot water, washing each limb on request with a cloth and soap. First her arms, then each leg individually. Each part was carefully caressed and massaged until perfectly clean.
As David washed her body, the two slave girls carefully washed her hair, pampering it with exotic treatments to make it shine and glimmer, then combed it straight.
When her limbs were clean, David helped her to rise to her feet so she stood in the knee deep water, then began to wash her torso with the cloth. It was the best part of the bath, seeing her wet, soapy body and breasts, and he had the pleasure of touching her anywhere. Across her belly, then over, beneath, and in between her bosom, finally finishing down her back and buttocks.
David finished her wash, then quickly dried himself while the slave girls attended to the more delicate drying of the Queen’s body. It was his job to ready her outfit and dress Cleopatra. She possessed the most extravagant wardrobe David thought possible. What he glimpsed from his first visit to her chambers was merely a fraction of the true thing. The entire wardrobe spanned an entire room. Inside were exotic clothes from all over the world: silk skirts of varying opacity, corsets and waist cinchers, the tiniest thongs of lace and silk, and rows of plush robes of varying length.
Today the Queen was to wear a small corset. The first time it was requested of him, David was unable to lace it properly. He was lashed, then spent the remainder of the day practicing on a slave until it was proper.
Cleopatra was escorted from the washroom, then removed the towels around her, letting them fall to the floor where they were collected and discarded by the slave girls. David kneeled before her, a shiny golden thong in his hands. The garment was so small and light that it didn’t way more than a feather. He held it near her feet, allowing her to step into it, then drew it up her legs, making sure not to pull the glimmering floss uncomfortably between her buttocks, and not letting the elastic snap at her waist.
Then came the corset. The Queen gracefully held her arms up while David laced it around her waist. He worked quickly, lacing it snugly up the back until it was tied all the way up. At the top of the waist cincher, her breasts sat in grooves, properly lifted for the world to see.
One of the slave girls took a necklace from one of Cleopatra’s jewelry boxes. It was solid gold, and at regular intervals were diamonds as large as eggs. This was draped across her bosom high on her chest, the lowest diamond fitting warmly between her cleavage. The other girl carefully applied traces of makeup.
Their tasks being finished, the slave girls left. David waited obediently on his knees for the Queen to finish. All that was left was her personal touches.
From her large vanity, she delicately sprayed a fine mist of perfume from a crystal bottle over her body. Then, from a small damp patch of cloth, she dabbed her breasts and hips. David guessed it was the substance that aroused all around her; almost like some kind of pheromone.
“Rise slave,” she said. “There is much to do today.”
“Yes my Queen,” David obediently said and rose to his feet, enjoying the rewarding view of her sculpted rear wagging in front of him as they left.
Cleopatra did several things during each day. On some, she inspected her gardens and harvest. Others, she held audiences with foreign diplomats about the expansion of her kingdom. Still others were devoted to herself with massages and other beauty enhancements.
As they headed to the throne room, a guard approached them.
“My Queen,” said the muscular woman. “Something has arrived for you.”
The Queen’s interest perked. “Oh? And what would that be?”
“A new slave, from Lord Chaka of Africa.”
The Queen chuckled to herself. “Still trying to win my affection, I see. Very well.” She eyed David. “Come with me.”
The slave was waiting for them in one of the antechambers of the palace. It was a beautiful African woman, one not young, but sculpted with experience, perhaps even noble background. Her mid-length black hair was neatly combed and washed. Her body was full of curves, with ample breasts and smooth skin. She wore a thick collar of diamonds, a strange thing to see on a lowly slave.
True to the Queen’s desires and fetishes, she was restrained. A metal pillory shackled her hands to her neck, crushing the necklace of precious stones. A large rubber ball was strapped in her mouth, silencing her pleads and cries, which were more than evident from the worried look in her dark eyes.
“What a marvelous girl,” the Queen marveled as she slowly circled the trembling woman. The slave let out a small squeak as she ran her hands over her hips, then gasped as the Queen’s hands reached to her breast. First she squeezed, feeling the supple skin, then lifted it slightly, as if she was testing the weight of a slab of meat. “Don’t you think so, slave?”
David nodded. “Yes, my Queen. She is a very beautiful woman.”
“I think she would perform quite well in my pleasure gallery,” she mused softly to herself as she continued to play with the slave’s breasts. Then she beckoned to David. “Closer slave.” David did as he was told and walked closer to her. “Kneel and pleasure her with your mouth. I wish to see her orgasm.”
“As you wish, my Queen.”
David dropped to his knees, then gently reached up and took hold of each of the slave’s buttocks, pressing his mouth to her pussy. She was carefully shaved, void of all hair. He slid his tongue between the lips of her pussy and began to bob it in and out.
The slave gave out a guttural moan of pleasure and reluctance. But there was nothing she could do with bound wrists. David held her waist, and Cleopatra held her gently by the hair, feeling the smoothness while she continued to play with her breasts. He continued probing with his tongue, alternating between licks and pokes. Before long, the slave was writhing in her restraints, not wanting to orgasm, but unable to stop it from happening.
Her pussy exploded, sending a squirt of juice into David’s face, startling him.
“Oh, she squirts!” the Queen said excitedly. “This is most fortunate.” She clapped her hands, and two guards entered the chamber. “Take this slave to the gallery reserved for royalty,” she told them, and the guards hustled the whimpering girl off.
David hadn’t moved from his knees, let alone cleaned his face of the slave’s juice. Cleopatra bent over, smiling teasingly.
“Go wash your face, slave, then join me in my throne room.”
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