Senior Domiani poured the almost purple fruity scented wine into his crystal goblet. It was a new wine from Padua, very rare and expensive. But he was a merchant banker and very well off. He could and would get what he wanted.
A servant entered the Master's Studio, "Master, she has been found. She awaits your pleasure in the wine vault like you asked."
The servant departs, leaving Domiani to muse about his adventurous morning.
Senior Domiani entered the wine merchant's shop, the room was stacked high with wine filled kegs both great and small. There were even several earthen amphora marked in Greek. He had come here, for he had helped make this the finest wine merchant in Mantua. His new house needed new wine. Domiani began to look around when a young woman stumbled into him. She fell into his arms and then on top of him. She was very firm and comely beneath all her wretched clothes. She even had an attractive face.
"Villain, beast, how dare you molest me!" the girl exploded adding buffets to her words.
Domiani grew angry as the owner of the shop came out to see what was going on.
"This young woman," Domiani began, then was cut off.
"This old devil dragged me to the floor!"
"How dare you!" the wine merchant shouted, "This man is my banker and my good friend, I do not believe he would be ruining such a fine set of clothes on purpose! Now, get up and see to your washing!" he added a sharp smack on her head. The wine merchant helped Domiani up off the dirty floor, "I am so very sorry."
"She seems to not know her place my friend."
"Yes, again I am sorry, she is washer maid I inherited from my brother who died of plague in Naples." the wine merchant helped Domiani off the floor, "The fool ran his like some sort of communal family. There is no respect for their betters." This last was said with a raised voice over his shoulder.
"I have means of mending this misfit." Domiani said confidently.
"Oh, my Lord could you?" the wine merchant looked so lost, "I would be in your debt if you could."
"I shall send for later, now to my wine.
Senior Domiani had dressed himself in ruff rustic clothes. He knew ruff work was to follow. As he opened the heavy wooden door he could see the very same woman who had accosted him and called him names. She wore a simple under shift which was rent with holes, dirty with both soil and blood stains. She was tied hand and foot, suspended vertically between the vault and the floor.
At her first sight of the door opening she let fly with curses so vile the devil would blush.
"Carla," Senior Domiani said, "I am not sure this is a wise course." his manner was deliberate, "Your wild behavior and lack of respect for your betters, could get you branded a child of the devil. Oh, I do mean branded." Carla quieted down; Domiani drew nearer, "Now, let us be reasonable. You do not want to endure any more pain, do you?" she shook her head, "Good." Domiani reached out to touch her thigh.
"What are you doing?!" Carla screamed.
"Simple, my girl," Domiani stated, "I, your master, am touching something of his he desires. Do you object?"
"One, I am not a thing and I am not YOUR thing!"
"On the contrary my dear, your former master, the wine merchant, gave you to me instead of buying me new clothes.
"I have no master; Lord Paulo called us part of his family. We all worked as one for the profit of us all."
"He was a fool who told you thus. You are, by law, considered chattel, hence you were given to the wine merchant at Lord Paulo's death. He in turn is free to do with you as he wills."
He took firm hold of her full breast which was at eye level. They were firm and weighty with a hard large nipple on each. Domiani pulled a slender boot knife. He parted her shift so her naked body was exposed. He motioned and a boy with a bucket approached. The boy using a course rag scrubbed Carla's naked body clean of dirt and blood. The boy had to admit Carla was very pleasing to look upon. And truth be told the master did notice the boy cleaning the scutt especially well and deep. Domiani did also notice Carla had tried not to like the rough cleaning but she really did.
Carla was shorter than her new master. She had a rustic build, but she was fit and firm in tone. Her skin was not silken but it was not hard. She had a kindly face, slightly round, eyes fierce in wrath but expressive. Her womanly parts were ample and comely. Domiani approached caressed her breasts kissing them and nibbling on her nipple. She began to curse again.
"Now my dear," Domiani said, "this could be easy or hard, I find you comely. I can easy your burdens. I could make you a concubine, my concubine. What say you, I have been told it is pleasing to be bedded by me?" Domiani slid his hand into her sex, she was moist and slick, "So this pleases you?" she had fallen silent. He let his first two fingers find her deep insides. He moved his fingers and a wet sound rose from her as she stifled a moan. He pulled his fingers out, they were sticky with juice. Domiani showed her how her body was betraying her. With gusto he sucked her liquor off his fingers, "Oh my God, you are wonderful. You realize your body wants me as your lover and master? I want to be your lover, but I did come prepared." He motioned to several stout canes. Again he returned to her sex, this time adding a third finger. Between the stimulation and stretching her body betrayed her and released, her sex flooded with liquor and pleasure filled her senesces.
"Master," Carla whispered, "fill me?" her voice was weak but edged with desire.
Domiani smiled, he told the boy to bring him the box. The boy brought a short wooden box and placed it on the floor before her. When he stepped up on it his cock was level with her scutt. He unfasten the ties holding his codpiece in place, it dropped down, out of the way. A quick adjustment to his small clothes and his thickening cock emerged. Domiani took hold of Carla's hips and pressed his full cock deep into her in one fluid motion. She gasped and shivered. Her body took hold of his cock, she kissed him, and she came again on his cock. Domiani the whole time was driving his cock into her warm wet insides. His pace increased as he let his seed inside her. He pulled back letting his dripping wet flaccid cock slid out of her scutt. Her juices and his seed poured out of her sex down her thighs.
"What say you now my dear, will you be my concubine?"
She lowered her head and merely said in a small voice, "Master."