S is for Submit

Seven months had passed since the day Arlinus brought Giulia home from the slave market. She was no longer a slave but a free Roman woman and his concubine. Arlinus freed her legally and asked whether she would stay or leave. He offered Giulia enough money to live on her own or even safely return to her native Gaul. For the first time in the former general’s life, he wished for someone not to blindly follow his orders but to choose a life with him, under his orders, out of their free will.

Arlinus settled the matter with Claudia shortly after Giulia’s arrival. After a vigorous whipping, a conniving tactic, he persuaded Claudia that she was well worth her nickname, Culibonia, by fucking her in the ass. He already knew that Giulia’s tight hole was not suitable for that, and Arlinus didn’t plan on giving up his anal pleasures. With such separation of duties and no rivalry between the two, sassy Claudia and timid Giulia became friends, and Arlinus often brought both women to his bed.

These days Giulia could speak a bit of Latin and understood him well, but Arlinus summoned Sergius to translate. The day before Arlinus threatened the servant to rip his tongue out and make him cook it for dinner, after beating the living hell out of him, if he as much as would breathe about his master’s conversations with Giulia. Arlinus ran a tight ship and never tolerated rumors or intrigues. But what he was about to discuss with Giulia, freeing a sex slave in such a manner and giving them a choice, was unheard of. So, an extra threat was in order for the translator to keep his tongue out of danger and behind his tight lips.

“Giulia, will you submit to my orders, to my hand and my cock, as a free woman?” With Jupiter as his witness and blindfolded Sergius as his translator, Arlinus waited for his sweet Giulia to decide her fate and his.

Without a word, she disrobed. Naked and kneeling, she sat at his feet, the way he had taught her. She tied her hair up, displaying her long neck, from which moments ago he had removed her slave collar.

“Giulia?” Arlinus nudged her.

“Yes, master, I will submit to you. To your hand and your cock. I wish to wear a collar because I’m yours.”

They spent the summer, just the two of them, in Herculaneum, a small town to the west of Vesuvius, where Arlinus had a house next to the house of Argus. He replaced the slave collar with a silver one, with her name engraved on the outside and his on the inside.

Naked and kneeling at his feet, Julia spent most of her summer days. Arlinus trained her well, but it was her affection, not her skills, that brought him the most joy. Whether she worshipped his cock with her mouth, or submitted her ass to his rigorous whipping, she submitted to him with grace and willfully. She was his.