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    A Morning Diversion
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    Author: * Messalina Terentius - 34 Posts on this thread out of 729 Posts sitewide.
    Date: Jan 21, 2005 - 22:28

    A modest Bath
    Macro entered Messalina’s bath with a frown on his face. Pomponia who was pouring perfume into the steaming water noticed his dark mood and nudged Messalina.
    She looked up at her favorite pleasure slave and smiled.
    “Why Macro, why the sour look, has one of your boys run off with the baker?” Macro stood before her. “No my lady.”
    Messalina played with the toy boats that held her sponges and perfume bottles.
    Macro Major Domo of Messalina


    “Well then, why do you interrupt my bath. I am in no mood for companionship at the moment.”
    Macro bowed. “Batiatus has sent you a present from the gladiator barracks.”
    Her brows arched. “A present from old Batiatus, how charming, show it to me.”
    Macro bowed and turned to lumber to the door. He swung it wide and called out. “My Lady Messalina will see you now.”
    Messalina looked up to Pomponia. “Oh, it is a who, not a what, how intriguing.”
    A tall dark form filled the door. Macro stepped aside to let the present enter.
    Messalina’s eyes widened in delight at the sight of him.
    A huge man with strange tattoos walked to the pool and stopped at it’s edge to stand before her. He was all muscle and magnificence.
    He did not look down at her.
    “Oh Batiatus is thoughtful. What is your name gladiator?”
    The man spoke with a deep voice in the accent of the barbarian Britains. “I am called Salanus Lady.”
    “Salanus is it. Is that your given name at birth?”
    “No that is the name I was given at the school lady.”
    Salanus, Gladiator and Slave

    “I see, most likely your true name is unpronounceable.” Her eye ran down over his bulging form.” Remove your tunic.”
    The butternut cloth, barely enough for modesty fell to the floor.
    “Magnificent.” Messalina whispered. Pomponia rolled her eyes to the heavens.
    “Pomponia, Macro, you are excused.
    When they were gone Messalina reached up and grabbed his nearest appendage and pulled him into the pool. “You my dear Salanus are a master of the arena. I am a master of the bed. Shall we have a matched completion and see who comes out on top.”
    At last Salanus looked at her and smiled. “Yes.” He said as he sank into the water.


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