REUNITED- DOMINA AND GLADIATOR by mhutch0461

The Lady of the noble Quintus’ Lotus lounges on her bed of furs, extravagant gifts given by her husband to celebrate a glorious occasion. “Wine! More wine for everyone. My wife is with child; a son that will one day rule this whole fucking city!” But held within our Domina’s heart: a dark secret, fore no son of her virtue is to be born. A quick lie that day did pass her lips to pacify her savage lord. ‘He would have left me to the gutter otherwise.’

“Lucrecia,” the same apocryphal smile graces her face, “I present you with more gifts. Surely you will need help once our son is born. Behold . . . I present the finest of Greeks for the purpose.”

They follow their chains out to be displayed, unaware of the legend among them. “Remove them”, the chains fall, releasing the pressure on all but one dark-woman’s sorrowful heart, “Which of these is to be the crimsoned?”

Lucrecia picks the strongest, “Her”, Xena: Warrior Princess, looks up at her choosing, “I choose her to be primary.”

For weeks Xena has been absorbing every detail of her confinement. The warrior can’t help but notice the fine creature, mysterious as she is, for whom she serviced. The pain had ceased at the mind numbing indulgences of sight, and those glorious touches, at every opportunity, especially bath-time, “Get in”. Broken out of thought she bares attention to Domina, wading in the bath’s waters, “Yes Domina”. The same circular motions take shape across her lady’s shoulders and back, gently massaging hands and up arms. The body molds beneath her hands, warm, soft and as always so inviting; like all other temptations having to be resisted, a feat easy and habitual, until now. Lucrecia grabs hold of the warrior’s wrist, stopping her from pulling away from her completed work, “Have I not satisfied you?”

“No, you’ve done great. I didn’t mean to startle you. I just didn’t want it to stop. Everywhere you touch feels so good.” The truth and nothing more, yet exciting for our hero to hear any such approvals from her mistress, “Like . . . here?” Xena massages her shoulders again, “Mmm, yess.” The warrior lets her hands glide over the dream before her. Domina moans in gratitude as Xena comes closer to that forbidden edge. But she resists, “Domina, please forgive me, I must stop.”