Chrusodae needs a bath

After Probataphilos left Chrusodae called her **** in and instructed the Persian girl to draw a bath. She worked for an hour or so while the girl fetched the water and ensured it was heated to the perfect temperature. When all was ready Chrusodae allowed the servant to strip her and help her into the basin. The Persian girl then dutifully climbed in behind her and used a sponge from the sea to caress her mistress's back.

"Girl, I have been touched by a man I do not approve of. Clean me appropriately."

The servant moved the sponge to the spot between her mistress's legs where the unwanted touching had occurred. Soon Chrusodae was purring in luxury. She didn't even object when the ****-girl raised the sponge to massage her mistress's breasts while the other stayed and gently caressed her most sensitive spot. The girl's kisses on her mistress's back were more relaxing than any firm-handed rubbing.

Eros stood in the doorway looking disgusted. He was unseen and unheard by both humans, which was appropriate as his comment was intended for the goddess leaning on his shoulder and teasing his manhood.

"This woman wastes the gift of the gods on a ****? That is worse than a sheep!"

"She is not using the gift; this **** is hers to take whenever she wishes. Patience, young god."

Eventually Chrusodae let out a long sigh and relaxed against the servant's soft but lean body. Her **** knew that this was the sign to help her mistress out of the bath. She used a cloth to lightly dry Chrusodae and then herself, then led her mistress by the hand to the house's courtyard. There the **** rubbed fragrant oil into her mistress's skin, first down the entirety of the woman's back and then up the woman's front, placing extra care into kneading Chrusodae's breasts.

"Dance for me, girl."

The young woman stood and began the slow hip-swaying dance of her native land which was designed to rouse even the most effeminate of men.

"The other one."

The **** nodded and shimmied down to her tanned olive knees. She began squirming and shimmying like a snake as her nimble hands traced and caressed her curvacious body. She stroked her behind, her hips, her chest, her back, her arms. Her raven hair rippled over her left shoulder, rising and falling upon her breast with the motions of her head. Nipples already pert from rubbing her mistress stood strong and firm, and her swelling clit peeked from under its hood like a curious worm. Her roving fingers made sure to touch these frequently, provoking sighs from the ****'s deeply breathing lips. Chrusodae licked her lips as she watched and stroked her own clit in time with the ****'s sighs.

The **** sated her lust first, but continued her dance until she saw the squirt of heavenly liquid from her mistress. When that had happened she approached Chrusodae on hands and knees and licked up the spilled fluid, continuing the tongue-massage until another spasm of ambrosia landed upon her eager tongue.

Finally Chrusodae stood.

"It is time to dress, girl; fetch me a tight breast band and a man's tunic and kilt, as well as the belt I crafted this morning."

The **** bowed and ran to do her mistress's bidding. A few moments later she returned with the items requested. She placed the breast band on her mistress such that it held her chest firm and flat, then took up the belt.

The supple leather straps fit perfectly around her mistress's hips and held the device firmly over her mons. The golden phallus was a over a handspan in length and so thick that she could only barely close her hand around it. Once it was in place the ****-girl eyed it hungrily.

"This is not for you, girl; at least not now. My tunic and kilt."

The **** reluctantly dressed her mistress, repeatedly stealing glances at the golden rod as she did. Eventually Chrusodae was ready.

"I am away to the temple to convince Markos to grant me the blessing of Hephaestos. I will sup when I return; if you are naughty I shall use my invention to punish you when I return."

The ****-girl watched her mistress, now poorly disguised as a man, leave the house. She was already thinking of ways to be sufficiently naughty.