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pleasure in
watching the young man in front of her being bathed. She found
devilish delight as she watched him struggle with the attention—the
warmth of the water and the nomadic hands of his chambermaid. The
chambermaid pressed her body against the captive as she washed his
neck and shoulders, she then moved to his chest. She knelt to his
side, dragged the sponge over his washboard stomach, and cleansed
his erect member and scrota.
    The young man struggled against the cuff. He
couldn’t take the attention. His pelvis began thrusting into an
invisible partner. The chambermaid didn’t stop, she ran her wet
hands along his erect cock, and he thrust himself through her
fingers. Then his body shuddered and he ejaculated. His knees gave
way and his body fell limp and heavy from the cuff above. His
ejaculation, his inability to control himself, displeased the
chambermaid and she shook her head back and forth in
disappointment. She stood and motioned for the male caretaker. The
caretaker removed the captive’s wrist from its cuff and forcefully
escorted the young man from the room.
    “What will happen to him?” Crimson asked in
the direction of Sena.
    Sena parsed her lips, forcing a shhhh sound as she exhaled, making it obvious that discussions were not
allowed, that they should whisper. Sena whispered back to Crimson,
“The men are only allowed to orgasm at the direction of their
countess, or their keeper. He will most likely be muted and placed
in serfdom to her court.”
    Sena motioned with a nod of her head to the
man in front of her. “This one has done well. He’s been here for at
least an hour and has a remarkable level of self-control. He will
be a prized possession by the countess that acquired him.”
    Sena leaned her naked body toward Crimson.
The cuff pulled taut on her wrist and creaked under her weight.
“Notice the power of his thighs, the length of his member? He will
do well. His passion knows no limit, and will weaken the knees of
many women. He will leave them tingling with an exploding warmth
that dissolves away the real world. The other one, the young boy,
is cute and if he’s lucky, he will become the play thing of a
countess’s daughter.”
    Crimson eyed the young man in front of Sena;
he was dark and tall, lean at the waist, his broad shoulders
completed the shape of an imagined “v”. Everything about his body
paled in comparison to his thick thighs and his long, rigid member.
He didn’t say a word. He just looked straight ahead. Her thoughts
went back to the young boy. “What if he’s, the young boy I
mean—what if he is not lucky?”
    Sena turned her attention back to the man in
front of her and responded under her breath. “He will become a
eunuch. Sad though, he’s young and it will change him forever. It’s
not our concern. His path was set the moment he lost control.”
    Crimson felt sorry for the young man and
wondered. Does desire have the power to mislead its very owner?
He only did what came natural, how could he be faulted for
that? Should I fault myself for what I just did? What I just
felt?
    Crimson’s eyes traveled back to the young man
in front of Sena. His chambermaid was now stroking him, the water
from the sponge formed rivulets that streamed down his thighs. She
rinsed him, and then dipped her hands into the nearby bowl of rose
oil. She guided her silky-smooth hands along his butt and thighs
and his body shined in the firelight. She massaged the length of
his shaft to the tip, rotated the grip of her fingers and slid back
down its base. The captive closed his eyes.
    Crimson wanted to peak under his eyelids to
see to where he was escaping. Wondered if it was the same silken
lushness of the world she visited when the stud was behind her.
Just the thought made her knees weak.
    Crimson’s chambermaid began washing her. The
warm scented water saturated her hair, cascaded down her back and
swept over her buttocks. Her body tingled, melted and grew even
heavier in the cuff