Jaros stood alone in the Arena, with heavy leather cuffs strapped around his wrists and ankles. The cuffs were chained to two thick posts, stretching him out, displaying all his glossy hairlessness. He had been ordered to have his entire body shaved, all but his shoulder-length dark blonde hair. His newly smooth body was then oiled with a rich mixture smelling of vanilla and honey and laced with other spices and scents which jaros could not identify. There was moderate slack in the chains such that he was not in any discomfort, other than being vulnerably exposed and viewable by all who passed while they did their daily chores in the Dungeon. He suffered this indignity mostly in his imagination though, for he was blindfolded as well as bound.

When Lady Arianda descended to the Dungeon and into the Arena, her soft black thigh high boots made very little sound. She paused to admire the heavily muscled masculine body, clean shaven, oiled, stretched out on her orders and for her pleasure. Arianda's eyes took in all of him, especially the naked flesh dangling between his open thighs. His head was lowered, body slack in the chains.

"Straighten up. Show off that body. It is my property."

Jaros jerked up in his chains, straightening as commanded. His chest filled with a quick gasp as he recognized Lady Arianda's voice. He held his head up and softly offered. "Yes, M'Lady." He had assumed he'd been prepared to serve a guest but now he was tense with the presence of Arianda herself.

Lady Arianda's hair was drawn up in a loose bun and tied with a thin strip of leather. She slipped off her short black satin robe to hang it on a post hook, leaving her pale softness in nothing but the black leather boots caressing up to her thighs. She grinned at her bound subject. She knew all that was going through his mind. She could read it on his face and in the twitch of his shaved member.

A small iron stand near them held a warming pot of the same aromatic oil that glossed jaros' skin. He tilted his head slightly as he heard shifting and sounds he couldn't quite discern. Arianda was coating her hands in the oils, savoring the scent, while admiring the view.

Upon the touch of her hands to his arm, jaros felt the warmth there and at his crotch. Her hands stroked slowly along his forearm as she stepped closer to him. Her fingers kneaded his skin and played in the dip of his elbow then flowed over the curves of his powerful biceps. At his shoulder, only one finger traced across his neck with a warm oily trail then she moved outward from him, along his other arm toward his wrist.

"I do so love skin, bare skin especially." Her eyes gleamed at him, though he could not see it. He was working at breathing steadily as her hands smoothed over him. He was also entertaining thoughts of how marvelous it would be to oil his own hands and be allowed to touch every smooth swell and curve of the lady's body. The effect of these thoughts caused more tightened twitches at his groin.

Back to the oils and a fresh coating for her hands, Arianda then stepped around behind jaros, dipping beneath his outstretched arm. He took a deep breath as her fingers first teased then began to caress along his shoulders and into the nape of his neck. The warmth between his thighs became unnerving as he felt Lady Arianda's hot mouth sucking against his shoulder blade. Her fingers followed the contour of his back, every crest and valley. Her hands pressed open and thumbs ran firmly down his spine as she bit hard at his shoulder. Arianda laughed low and wickedly against his skin when she heard the chains rattle.

"You know I own more than just your work, do you not, jaros?" Arianda's kneaded into the small of his back.

"Yes, M'Lady.", he said quietly. He knew she meant his work to help supply the castle's hearths with wood. It was his primary duty and kept his skin tanned, his muscles scultpured.

Her palms slid down and outward to press into the hollows at the sides of his taut cheeks. "You know your body is mine as well. Have we not lent you out for services?" Twisting her wrists, she gripped his ass. His skin was slippery with the oil applied previously and that which she added to it.

"Yes, M-M'Lady." He stuttered as he felt her fingers slide between his cheeks and lightly brush his tensed hole. His stutter was followed by a soft grunt when Lady Arianda shoved her oiled knuckle up against his tightness, threatening to enter.

He was relieved momentarily as she left him again for more oil, even more so when he felt her step around to stand in front of him. He had for a moment thought she would do more than threaten entry. He still feared that possibility.

Arianda was caught up in the feel of jaros' skin and nothing more, not seeing him, or so he assumed. Even so, it felt good to have her hands on him. Her fingers traced the hard ridge of his collarbone. They dipped and circled in the hollow of his throat. Her hands pressed open over his shaved chest, cupped him, thumbs brushing across his nipples. The twitching at his crotch became a warmer tightening. He was stiffening and could only guess whether this would please the mistress or make her angry with him.

Arianda curled to bite along his ribs and felt his sharp intake of breath. He released it in a soft moan as her hands smoothed over the ridges of his hard stomach then her thumb dipped to play in his navel. She looked up to see that his jaws were tight. Was he trying to maintain some measure of control beneath her hands? She whispered as her hands began to descend further. "You know that I give only as it suits me."

Jaros felt her fingers across the sensitive skin usually protected by dark curly hair, but bare since this morning. He pulled hard at the chains and sucked in a deep breath as her hand slipped around his budding erection. "And you know that I take… as I have wish to."

He could not answer. He could only nod, releasing his breath in a soft moan, for now her fingers were exploring, teasing his ridgedness and tightening knots of smooth bare flesh between his parted thighs.

It took a moment for him to realize when she left him to fetch more oil for her hands. This time she crouched before him and applied it starting at his ankles, up and around his calves, then let her hands follow the thick hard crests of his muscular thighs. She slid her hands around his thighs and up against his cheeks. Again jaros had a nervous moment as he felt fingers trying to invade his ass, but they didn't. They only threatened.

Gliding down and inward once more, Arianda's hands pressed to the inside of his knees then drew very slowly up. The warmth at his crotch became searing heat as he felt her approach along his inner thighs. When her fingers finally pressed up into his tight knots, he flinched. As one hand moved to stroke his stiff length, he moaned from deep within his chest. Arianda stroked in precise rhythm, letting her fingers round his tip on each pass, letting her thumb press more firmly across the sensitive meeting of tip and shaft.

She pulled at him and pushed, until she could feel his body tense, working toward release. His breathing became harsh. His stomach sucked in with his panting. Then… her touch was gone.

Jaros gasped at the sharp reversal, from mounting pleasure to no touch at all. His fevered mind heard metal grinding on metal. He felt the chains slacken as the mistress untethered him from the posts. Please! He thought, Don't release me like this! The ache in his loins was maddening. His member stood out hard from his hairless body. The tension of his drawn sack was pressing, urgent. He reluctantly let his arms rest at his sides while Arianda warned him not to touch himself. His head dropped, eyes blinded, hands flexing against his outer thighs. He was trying to will his body to stand down, but it wasn't working.

"Lay upon the floor." Arianda commanded.

Jaros raised his head, flexing his tight jaws. Would she bind him once more and leave him? Or would she relieve him of this ache she had so artfully created? He found it very uncomfortable to descend to the floor, even though he tried not to bend too much against his own stiffness. When he was stretched out upon his back, he took a long deep breath but the image he knew he presented was troubling to him… prone, except for the length of his stiffness standing at attention. He stretched his arms out again when she commanded it. He was not surprised when she chained his wrist cuffs to the posts, this time at their base. Now he waited to see what she might do… and feared what she might not do.

One booted foot was planted against his right hip and then the other at his left. Jaros surprised himself when he sighed aloud, grateful that she did not yet leave him. He heard the distinct sound of flexing leather as Lady Arianda's boots took the weight of her descent over him. She shifted to press one knee to the stone floor and then the other. She bent over him, propping herself on one locked arm, while the other hand slid between their hips. When her hand grasped his manhood, it pulsed within her fingers.

Jaros' hissed breathlessly as he turned his head aside. "Thank you, M'Lady."

Arianda's eyes flashed and she hissed back, "Do you think I do this for your benefit?" Her hand gripped more tightly and again he rattled his chains. He was so close to the brink that he feared he would release in her hand and suffer greatly for it. She soon guided him though, as she lowered her own hips. He turned his face up and let out a quiet moan as she descended to press her soft moist flesh against his hard tip then pressed further to slip him inside.

"You are but an instrument… of MY pleasure." Arianda stroked his length with agile movement of her own hips, allowing him to press into the core of her. "Isn't this how you see it?" Still supported on one hand, she reached up with the other and stripped off his blindfold.

Jaros' eyes flew open as he looked up into Arianda's face hovering so close. He swallowed hard and licked his dry lips. His hips worked with her motion, not missing a single deep stroke as the lady's gaze searched his face for an answer. In his now panting rhythm, jaros replied a hoarse, "Yesss… Yes, M-M'Lady."

Arianda could feel him swelling within her, pressing her limits, causing her own body's reaction. She never let her gaze slip from jaros' face as her hips continued to grind against his, making them pound together more urgently. She slid her fingers around the side of jaros' neck and let her thumb apply pressure at his throat. It was not enough to inhibit his breathing entirely but made his gasping more desperate, his hip movement more dire. He so feared he would explode within her before she gave him leave, but his body was unconcerned with such protocol. The force building within his plunging member was about to take over any sense of control jaros might attempt. But the lady, was in full control of that.

As the tightening within Arianda gripped at jaros, her breathing became labored. Her stomach flexed with precursors to her own relief of the burning ache his stiffness teased. Jaros' only coherent thought was perhaps he should say something, warn her, that he was about to peak. But she knew. Just as his body began to shudder from trying to delay the inevitable, he heard her honeyed voice, "Jaros…" She curled over as her hips taunted. Her mouth whispered pantingly to his fevered mind. "Now… I shall release us both." With this warning, he felt her tight muscles grip and suck at his swollen torment.

The low growling cry from him echoed against the rough-hewn walls in the deep belly of the castle. His hips drove his member in one hard upward thrust, giving Arianda what her body had demanded. They stiffened and held a moment then jerked against each other erratically as each became lost in their separate and joined pleasure. Jaros' pulsing within Arianda began to subside but she slipped her hand away from his neck to place her mouth there and take a hard taste of him. It forced one more pounding jerk from jaros and allowed Arianda to suck the last drop of him into her depths, before she lay panting over his muscular, smoothly shaven, oiled body.