Rolling My Eyes

I'm writing a new short story that I hope to post before midnight, but I keep rolling my eyes as I write it. It's coming across the way I intend it. It's not cheesy or corny at all, but when I think about the base of the plot, I start laughing. Shake my head. I don't want to ruin it, but I think you'll understand once you've read it, lol!

Plans for the Immediate Future

Ok, I have promised myself - and then admittedly not kept my promise, sigh! - that I was GOING to finish at least one of the unfinished stories currently on my blog before posting anything new. Those of you keeping track may have noticed that I just finished Willing Slave. Unfortunately, this doesn't count since I was actually referring to Diamond Elf or Amadea and the Divinity Blade. I REALLY want to finish both of them before moving on! Diamond Elf is SO close. I've got just one more chapter and the Epilogue to write, so I want to get it done with already, but I think Chelindra is being stubborn because she refuses to speak to me, lol!

As for Amadea, I have a vague idea how I plan to end her story, but I'm really not sure how to get there, so I don't know how much is left to write. FEAR NOT! If I do manage to get Diamond Elf finished - or even if I don't, heh heh - I have a couple other stories ready to post.

Even better, these are already finished, so there shouldn't be any excessive waiting between chapters :-) Have a happy day!
Roxanne

Willing slave - Chapter 11

This chapter has been removed, if you want to read the rest of the book, please buy it for $.99 on Amazon Willing Slave

A Strange Relationship

“Here’s that report you asked for, and I brought you some tea,” Jayson informed me.

I watched him set the tea down carefully on my desk, ensuring that it did not accidentally slosh. A moment passed as I browsed the report, but then I took a sip of the tea. It was almost perfect, but I frowned in dissatisfaction.

“Jayson, why is there not enough cream in my tea?”

Jayson looked down somberly. “We ran out.”

“Unacceptable,” I stated. “You need to be punished.”

“Yes Mistress,” Jayson murmured.

I looked to the ceiling and exhaled a long drawn out hmm as I thought about the best way to punish him. “I think… under the desk.”

“Yes Mistress.” Jayson gently rolled my chair out of the way so that he could crawl under my desk. It had been a gift from my boss when he promoted me to departmental manager about 6 months ago, and was at least 7 feet by 5 feet. Plenty big enough to accommodate my lax slave.

I ignored Jayson as he rolled my chair back into place. Thinking about the report gave me an excuse to avoid thinking about my personnel  problem for a few minutes. It was time to read the report in depth.

Jayson pulled my hips forward slightly, and slipped a firm cushion between my back and the chair. I shifted obligingly to allow him to push up my skirt and slide my panties out of the way. A moment later, he was performing his penance by pleasing me with his tongue.

I stroked his hair fondly just once before returning my attention to the report. People from my department entered my office to place paperwork on my desk, and then left again completely unaware of the situation occurring under my desk.

Jayson was very good at pleasing me, and I must admit that he made it hard for me to pretend like nothing was happening. I couldn’t stop a tiny moan from escaping me. Thankfully, no one was in my office at the moment.

The words of the report started blurring and blending together before me, but I kept the page in front of my face as a reminder that I must not give into the pleasure too soon.

“Where is Jayson?” My boss asked unexpectedly. “I was hoping to send him out on an errand for me.”

“Jayson is doing something vitally important for me at the moment,” I stated calmly, lowering the report to look my boss in the eye. “I will send him to you the moment he is done.”

“Are you okay?” My boss asked. “You look… flushed.”

I smiled reassuringly, “Yes, I’m fine.” I immediately had to hold my breath to prevent a gasp from escaping me. Jayson was obviously having fun making me squirm. His punishment was rapidly earning him an even worse punishment, the cheeky slave!

I noticed that my boss was gazing curiously at the 3 or 4 inch gap at the bottom of my desk, and I felt a moment of panic as I realized that he probably saw the bottom of Jayson’s shoes.  He shook his head lightly as if telling himself that he couldn’t actually be seeing what he was seeing.

“I see, uh… anyway,” he leaned against the frame of the door to my office. “Is that the report Jayson wrote?”

“Yes,” I confirmed. “He just handed it to me earlier, and I’m reviewing it now.”

“And what about your little problem? Have you figured out a solution?”

My brain was currently having trouble shifting gears at the moment. Going from the tedious details of streamlining the department to dealing with an incompetent employee was far too much for me, and so I decided to take evasive maneuvers.

“Uh… no, not yet.”

At this point, I had to devote a good deal of my attention to controlling my breathing. Holding back the gasps was quickly becoming impossible. Later on, I wondered why I didn’t just cuff him to get him to stop!

Covering my face with my report seemed like my only viable option. I did my absolute best to look like I was focused intently on reading the report.

My boss chuckled softly, and closed the door as he left. “Keep up the good work.” He tossed out encouragement before leaving me alone for a moment.

Unable to hold back any longer, I immediately buried my face in my crossed arms atop my desk as I cried out as softly as possible. My whole body shook like never before. It felt like the whole world exploded, and I panted as it slowly came back together again.

“Jayson…” I ground out, trying to sound angry. I was much too happy to be upset, but even so, he could have cost us both our jobs.

“Sorry Mistress, I couldn’t resist.”

I panted until I could speak more than a word at a time. “Go wash up, and then see what the boss wants.”

“Yes Mistress,” Jayson murmured obediently, kissing me lightly on the lips before he crawled out from under my desk.

“And Jayson…” I added mildly, as if I was about to discuss the weather.

“Yes?”

“You deserved to be whipped the moment we get home.”

He smiled. “Of course.”

He opened the door, and stopped short.

“Here’s a list of things I need you to pick up.” As CEO, our boss often had enough errands to keep even the best secretary hopping, but ever since he had promoted me, he had resisted hiring someone to take my place. As a result, he often borrowed Jayson when he needed something.

I held a fist to my mouth as panic coursed through my veins again. Oh Gods! We were sure to be fired after this!

Jayson accepted the list, and murmured that he would return as soon as possible. He rushed off at top speed.

I was at a complete loss for words. There was absolutely nowhere else that Jayson could have been hiding in my office, but just because he was under my desk did not mean that anything wrong was going on.

My boss entered my office and shut the door. “I can handle this in one of two ways. Since Jayson has not complained of harassment, I can ignore this, but I have to be certain of something first…”

I hesitated. My best bet would probably be to deny anything happened, because there was no proof… unless he dared to check between my legs.

“Are you using the power of your position to force Jayson to do things of a sexual nature?”

I normally have excellent self control. It takes a lot to provoke a reaction from me. Even so, I was so surprised that I completely forgot my plan to deny anything had happened.

“You have it all wrong!” I protested, and then covered my mouth as I realized that I had just ratted myself out.

“Then why don’t you tell me what is going on.”

I sighed, and took a moment to calm my nerves. We weren’t really doing anything wrong. Company policy allowed for relationships among the employees, but it drew the line at sexual antics.

“We’re together,” I confessed.

“Riiiight,” my boss drawled in a way that clearly stated he didn’t believe me. “I’ve watched you two enough to know that you delight in bossing him around. That’s not a healthy relationship, and frankly looks like harassment to me.”

“No really, we live together,” I insisted.

My boss looked confused. “Since when?”

“Since we returned from Phoenix,” I murmured.

This coincided with the beginning of our strange behavior, so I could see my boss think this over. Slowly, he nodded. “Fine, invite me over for dinner, and if it’s true, then I will overlook this indiscretion. However, if I have any reason at all to believe that something is wrong, then I will have no choice but to take appropriate action.”

“Yes sir,” I acquiesced. Looking at the clock, I realized that there was only a half an hour left before the day was over. “Do you mean tonight?”

“Of course, that way I will be able to see the truth. You won’t have time to mess with the evidence.”

I laughed. “Okay. What would you like me to make for dinner?”

“Whatever you were already planning to make is fine by me.”

I nodded.

Jayson returned from his errand just in time for us to go home. We waited for our boss next to my car.

“Are you sure about this?” Jayson asked nervously.

“What choice do we have?” I shrugged.

“Mr. Burke,” Jason greeted our boss pleasantly a moment later, and then held the front passenger door out for him.

I climbed into the driver’s seat, and waited for Jayson to get in the back.

Our boss turned to smile at Jayson. “I see the way Elena treats you; you don’t have to play along just to keep her out of trouble.”

Jayson shook his head. “I’m not. We really do live together.”

“I just don’t believe it. You two are simply not a good match. Elena needs someone who can stand up to her, and tell her no when she’s being unreasonable.”

I have worked for him for 5 years, so I guess he knew me pretty well, even so, he really had no idea what he was talking about. I saw Jayson shudder lightly, and smirked. I’m almost certain that he was imagining the delicious whipping I would give him if he ever dared to tell me no!

We walked into my house a short while later, and Jayson immediately helped me remove my Jacket. Then, he accepted Mr. Burke’s coat and hung them up in the hall closet.

“Jayson, show our boss around while I get started on dinner,” I ordered, unable to change the way I treated him. It was too much a part of our relationship.

“Yes M- Elena,” Jayson replied, also too used to the way we acted when alone to prevent a slip of the lips.

I pulled a bowl out of the refrigerator, and checked on its contents. Mmm, the marinated chicken was going to make some fabulous fajitas! All I needed to do now was slice up some onions and peppers to go with the chicken.

I could hear the men talking, but I had no idea what they were saying. I couldn’t really blame my boss for being suspicious, but I was not going to try to conform to his expectations of a normal relationship. Nor was I going to try to explain things to him.

My cell phone rang. I was tempted to ignore it, but the ringer alerted me to the VIP status of the caller.

“Elena speaking,” I answered.

“Hey there Princess!” The younger of the two King brothers greeted me cheerfully. “We want you to come over tonight.”

“I can’t,” I stated. “I have my boss over for dinner.”

“Nonsense! Unless he’s spending the night, come over after he leaves.”

“No, seriously,” I insisted.

“We need our Princess, Elena,” he informed me sternly. “You will come.”

I sighed. “Yes, my King.”

“And feel free to bring your delightful slave.”

“Yes, my King.” I hung up before the urge to shout at him for his inconsideration became too much to resist.

Mr. Burke cleared his throat, and I looked up to see him watching me from across the kitchen.

“King?” He inquired, one brow arched in confusion.

I laughed. “That’s an old friend of mine. It’s a long standing joke between us.”

“Riiiight,” my boss drawled again, and I suppressed a frustrated sigh.

Jayson was nearly silent as he moved to my side. He helped me finish preparing our dinner without needing to be told what to do. We worked together almost as if we shared one mind. In actuality, he was so used to following my orders by now that he didn’t need me to give them.

“Such a shame,” he whispered in my ear. “My whipping will have to wait.”

I moaned softly, and looked at him lustfully before remembering that my boss was watching us with interest.

“You are definitely going to be punished severely,” I promised, whispering in his ear. “Stop making me act up in front of our boss!”

Jayson smirked at me with mischief in his eyes. I felt such a powerful tugging in my groin that it was hard for me to concentrate on anything else for a long moment.

I think the way we were looking at each other finally reassured our boss that there was something real between us after all. He chuckled softly, and then cleared his throat.

“So… why it there nothing on this wall except handicapped bars… that are much too high to be of use to anyone in a wheelchair…”

Both Jayson and I blushed at that, and looked away from each other until we were able to control our expressions. I recovered first, and blankly stared at my boss as I lied.

“It’s post modern art that a friend of mine insisted I display.”

Mr. Burke’s expression made it clear that he was certain I was lying to him, and couldn’t believe that I hadn’t come up with a better story.

My cell rang again, the ringtone indicating that it was the same or another VIP. I sighed, and answered it. “Elena speaking.”

“Did the King call you yet?”

I smiled. This was the same Prince that I’ve been good friends with ever since we were in training together. We’d decided to take our tests at the same time, and have even conducted a few rituals for the society.

“Yes, I’m supposed to show up tonight no matter how late,” I replied.

“Did he tell you why?”

“No,” I shook my head even though he couldn’t see it.

“There’s a visiting Queen arriving tonight.”

“Are you serious?” I asked, purposely trying to be quiet and not shout out my sudden excitement.

“Yep, she’s from Europe, and I hear she’s really exquisite.”

“Mmm… I can’t wait,” I purred, completely forgetting that I had a good reason to be on my best behavior. “How long has she been a Queen?”

“Just 2 years, I think,” he answered.

“So this is a formal meeting then?” I stated more than asked.

“Yep.”

“I see. I’ll be there, but I don’t know when,” I promised.

“Are you bringing him?”

I laughed. “Of course, I don’t go anywhere without my sla- uh I have to go!” My face was bright red as I realized that I almost made a grave mistake.

The moment I hung up the phone, Jayson leaned over to whisper in my ear. “Did I hear that right? A new Queen?”

I nodded, grateful that Jayson had finished cooking the fajitas on a special griddle over a gas burner. “I think Sangria…” I murmured.

Jayson nodded, and disappeared to select the right bottle of wine from the cellar. I made myself busy dishing up our food, gesturing for my boss to take a seat at the bar style counter on the other side of my center island where my stove was located.

“I’m not stupid, you know. You’re hiding something from me, and lying,” he informed me unexpectedly as I handed him his plate.

I sighed. “Pardon my rudeness, sir, but you are now officially intruding on my private life. You wanted to see for yourself that Jayson and I really are in a relationship, and we are. The rest is none of your business.”

“True, but I’m concerned. A healthy relationship is based on mutual love and trust, and that seems to be missing from your relationship,” he explained.

“I disagree,” Jayson came to my rescue, startling me. I hadn’t heard him return. Man! He was far too good at walking silently!

“How so?” Our boss asked amicably as Jayson poured him a glass of wine and then sat in the empty seat on my other side. This placed me between the two of them, which made me inexplicably nervous.

“I’d trust her with my life,” Jayson replied. He sounded like he was imparting a profound truth, and I felt my heart skip a beat. I stroked his cheek and leaned over to kiss him.

Mr. Burke sighed in relief. “Now that’s what I wanted to see. I had to be sure that there was something real between you. The only thing left to talk about is how you two will not be getting all touchy feely at work.”

“Of course!” I quickly agreed, also relieved that I wasn’t going to lose my job after all.

We all ate in silence for a moment, but then my boss cleared his throat. “No seriously, I’m dying to know what’s really going on. First you call someone your King, and then you ask how long someone has been a Queen. This house is far too big and expensive for someone that earns your salary, and I can’t help but think that I’m being made fun of somehow.”

I started with what I could explain honestly. “My house was part of my inheritance. My parents had quite a bit of wealth accumulated before they died.”

“Then why become a secretary? From the look of it, you probably didn’t need to work a day in your life.”

“True…” I admitted. “But I wanted something to do, and after you hired me, I found I really liked my job.”

I prayed that he would let the rest remain unexplained. He stared at me in a way that made it obvious that he wasn’t going to let it drop. I sighed.

My doorbell rang, and then the door opened. “Change of plans Elena!”

I gasped, and nearly leapt from my chair so that I could try to control the damage. It was already too late. My unexpected guests were already stripping right inside my now closed door. We were all experts at getting undressing quickly.

“What are you doing here?” I asked in astonishment.

Both of the Kings laughed. The Prince gallantly kissed my hand, and the other Princess crossed her arms so that she could stare me down.

“Don’t be such a baby, Elena! We decided that your house was the best place to properly greet and host the visiting Queen.”

I glared at them, they were all naked at this point, and I knew that they wouldn’t leave no matter how much I protested. I tried anyway. “I told you, my boss is here!”

“Send him away if you’re so concerned,” the younger King replied.

This situation seemed so absurd that I couldn’t fight it. So, I surrendered. Laughing, I asked, “What part of secret don’t you understand? You should have called me and then given me time to –”

“There’s not enough time,” the older King informed me. “She’s already on her way here, and will probably be here in a matter of minutes.”

“I’m thirsty,” the haughty Princess announced. “I think strawberry Margaritas might be nice.”

I honestly agreed, and snapped my fingers.

“Yes Princess!” Jayson replied, addressing her respectfully. He promptly gathered the supplies, and started making the suggested drink.

“Can I get anything for you, my Kings, my Prince?” I offered as a good hostess should.

“As I recall, you have an excellent wine cellar,” the younger King mused. “Allow me to select something appropriate.”

“Of course,” I grinned, and pointed out the door to the cellar. This was an official meeting, so I had to be on my best behavior. Well, I had to behave to the Kings, I could be a bitch to the Prince and Princess if I wanted.

“Elena…” She purred, stroking my cheek with a finger.

“Jessica,” I replied, smiling at her.

“Why are you still in those itchy clothes?”

“Mmm…” I nearly purred myself as I vividly remembered how good Jessica was with her tongue.

“Save it for the Queen,” our King ordered us with an amused grin.

We both laughed guiltily. “Yes, my King.”

Jayson appeared next to us holding a small tray. On it were two enormous Margaritas that he had blended up quick using frozen strawberries, ice, and tequila. I smiled because he knew without asking that I would want one too.

“Princess,” he offered the tray to Jessica first. She took one, and rewarded him with a kiss. It was soft and held the promise of more to come.

I took my drink from Jayson, and held my other arm out to my side expectantly. It was just the three of us still standing here not too far from the entryway. My house had an open design, and there wasn’t much on the first floor that wasn’t visible from everywhere else. As a result, I could see the older King and the Prince helping themselves to the alcohol in my cupboards. It looked like they were mixing rum with an organic, real sugar version of cherry coke.

Jayson did not need me to say a word. He simply undressed me, and then hung my clothes up in the hall closet where I think he took a moment to get naked as well. I was distracted just then when the doorbell rang once more.

I opened the door to find a petite and utterly exquisite woman standing in front of a man and two other women.

“Please come in, my Queen,” I invited her, and then stood aside for her to enter.

She waited for me to shut the door, and then kissed me in greeting. “You must be Princess Elena.”

“Yes, my Queen,” I confirmed.

“Please, you must call me Genevieve! I can already tell that we are going to be the best of friends!”

Jayson stood ready to take her clothes, and I helped her undress as her companions undressed each other. Jayson helped them hang their clothes, and once they were naked, I could see that she had a Lord and two slaves with her. I found this strange because there really weren’t many slaves in our society. Maybe one in an entire region.

I fiddled with their necklaces for a moment each, curious as to why they had chosen to become slaves. They kept their eyes focused on the ground, and I smiled at them.

“They’re lovely,” I informed Genevieve.

She took a moment to squeeze Jayson’s ass before smacking it soundly. “Your plaything is rather handsome as well.”

“Thank you!” I purred happily.

“Quit hogging her Majesty!” The younger King bellowed abruptly. Apparently he had returned from my cellar. He hastily set two bottles of wine on the counter.

“Yes my King,” I agreed with a laugh as I stepped out of the way so that he could see her.

“Genevi!” He cried out happily. “It’s been too long!”

“Brae!” She gushed, and rushed into his arms so he could twirl her in a small circle.

“Braedon,” his older brother admonished. “You should take a moment to introduce everyone, since you interrupted Elena before she could.”

“Oh Andrew,” she laughed softly. “There’s no need, I can easily guess. That’s Prince Eric, and Princess Jessica.”

“At your service, my Queen,” Eric stated flirtily with a gallant bow. He then handed her a glass of wine, the same Sangria that we had served with dinner.

She accepted it with a smile, and then turned to face her companions. “This is my favorite lover Henri, and our two little love slaves, Sophie and Claire.”

Sophie and Claire had been standing in front of the door with their hands behind their head – as was Jayson since he was no longer needed – but now the girls curtseyed in unison, which was rather becoming. I stroked their heads, already anticipating playing with them later.

My boss cleared his throat, and I blushed as I realized that I had completely forgotten that he was still here.

“I’m so sorry!” I gushed, my hands now on my cheeks to hide my embarrassment. “This is my boss, and he is not part of our society. I’m surprised that he has not fainted from shock! There was no time to politely ask him to leave before everyone arrived.”

Queen Genevieve chuckled almost menacingly as she advanced on my boss. She placed a hand under his chin, and forced him to look her in the eyes.

“I cannot imagine how you must feel. You alone are dressed in a small sea of nude people, and you have no idea what is going on. There is a choice to be made. Do you wish to become part of our society, or shall we dispose of you now?”

We all bit our tongues to stop from laughing. Apparently, the visiting Queen had a wicked sense of humor. My boss paled.

“Uh… D-dis-pose?” He asked, utterly shocked by the prospect.

“Alright… if that is what you wish. Henri!” She snapped her fingers.                                                                                        

“Yes, my Queen, it shall be done!”  Henri advanced on my boss, his every pore exuding danger.

Prince Eric was the first to crack. He started laughing so hard that I thought he was going to fall to the floor. His laughter made us all laugh.

The moment I could talk without laughing, I snapped my fingers. “Jayson, bring Mr. Burke his jacket.”

“Yes Mistress,” Jayson replied as he suppressed a grin.

“Wait,” Genevieve commanded, holding up her hand to emphasize her order. “What’s your name?”

“David Burke,” he murmured.

“David…” She sighed appreciatively in her accent so it sounded like Dah-veed as opposed to Day-vid. “A good name. Are you married?”

He shook his head, still in awe of the beauty before him. “Divorced.”

“Do you have a girlfriend?” Genevieve wondered.

He shook his head again.

“Aren’t you lonely?” She inquired sadly.

“At times,” he admitted.

“Wouldn’t you like to join a society where you will always be part of something? No matter where you go, you can always find a companion to share your bed?”

I could see that the offer was tempting to my boss. He couldn’t bring himself to answer her, and I’m certain that he had no idea what he wanted. Well… I’m sure he probably wanted her.

She made another half purring hmm noise. “There’s no need to decide now. Feel free to stay and watch as we greet each other. There is a very specific ritual I am supposed to perform upon my American Brother-Kings. I’m sure that once I have finished, you’ll find that you do want to join our society.”

“If I may interrupt, my Queen,” I begged respectfully. “This is my boss, and I think my job is in jeopardy enough without you shocking him even more.”

Genevieve waved my concern away. “The choice is his, and he would be a fool to fire you over the things you do in your private life.”

I nodded, and then focused all my attention on my boss. “Sir…? You do not have to stay. I will have Jayson drive you home.”

He let his eyes roam up and down my body, and then all around the room. “No… I’ve always wondered what was different about you. Most of the time you’re… perfect… too perfect. Then occasionally, there’s this unexpected glimpse of your true self. I want to find out more.”

I held my breath for a moment to hide my dismay. “Fine, but just remember… some things are better off remaining a secret.”

Genevieve smiled at my boss, and then turned to Andrew – who was standing only a few feet away. “I greet my Brother King.” She dropped to her knees before him, and took him in her mouth.

Braedon patiently waited his turn by chatting with Henri. From what I could gather, Henri was straight, so he could refuse if my King asked for sex, and so long as he didn’t ask my King for sex, Braedon would leave him alone.

“My Queen, may I play with your slaves?” I asked Genevieve, knowing that she was constantly paying at least a little attention to them standing meekly across the room.

“Of course!” She paused her task to grant my request. “They were disobedient on the flight over here, and need to be punished.”

I smirked at Jayson; he still deserved a punishment, but was reprieved until later. He pointed to the bare wall with the handles, and then walked to a nearby cabinet. I stood contemplating the slaves as they meekly made their way to the wall.

“Lord Henri,” I gained his attention. “Do they respond best to the whip or the paddle?”

He chuckled. “They are so sweet and tender that they respond well to everything.”

“I see. The whip I think.”

Jayson selected an appropriate whip from the cabinet, and handed it to me. I kissed him as I accepted the whip, and then purringly promised, “You still deserve a whipping for your impertinence earlier. I’ll make sure to do so before tonight is over.”

“Yes Mistress,” he replied with an eager grin.

“Elena,” Jessica called out my name with a tone of sudden inspiration. “I’ve never had a chance to play with your slave before. May I?”

He was fully trained and initiated into the society at this point, and so I knew he could handle anything anyone did to him. “Of course.”

By this time, Andrew was properly greeted, and Braedon was groaning as Genevieve greeted him. Andrew stroked my back as I prepared to whip the two naughty slaves. They were facing the wall together, and I knew I’d have to whip them just right to get them both.

Andrew nuzzled on my ear, distracting me for a moment. “May I also play with your slave?”

“Of course, my King,” I replied. A moment later, I drew an enormous letter x with the whip, hitting the first slave and then the second. They moaned, and I chuckled; pleased that they appreciated my talent.

“So powerful!” Henri praised me a few exes later. “You enflame my passion.”

“Do you like to be whipped as well?” I asked him. Sophie and Claire were practically singing with pleasure as they begged me to whip them harder.

“No, but I loved to watch a woman wield a whip so expertly.” He pulled me into his arms. I could feel him poking into me, and shifted my legs so that he had clear access. He lifted me so that I could wrap my legs around him.

Braedon took the whip from me, and exchanged it for a paddle so that he could continue their punishment. Meanwhile Genevieve was stroking her lover’s back. They had obviously finished the greeting, or mutually agreed to postpone it until later.

“Is she tight, my love?” She asked.

“Yes, very,” Henri replied, making me thankful that I spent 10 minutes each day exercising my inner muscles.

“You look so good together,” Genevieve praised, and her accent made me melt. I leaned back so that I could pull her closer, and kiss her.

She paused to issue an order to her lover. “Fill her quickly, my love, so that I may taste you when I make her scream with orgasm.”

I moaned in anticipation. Henri lowered me onto a nearby divan so that he could comply. My house was full of interesting and sturdy furniture for just this reason.

I heard Jayson moan, and tried to look at him, but Braedon was between us, watching me. I think he was waiting for his turn. The way he looked at Genevieve’s ass made me think he wanted to enter her as she was pleasuring me. I shivered in anticipation.

Braedon caught my searching look, and turned to check on Jayson for me. “Your little slave seems to be enjoying himself.”

Now that I could see them, I realized that Andrew currently had Genevieve’s slaves – he must have obtained silent permission when I wasn’t paying attention – and between him, Jessica, and the slaves, Jayson was thoroughly enjoying himself.

I purred as Henri pumped me full. The heat of his cum felt divine, and I half wished that he could continue to fill me all night.

Genevieve barely gave him a moment to rest, before pushing him aside, and plunging her tongue into me.

“Ah, yes!” I gasped.

Braedon proved me right a moment later by slipping inside Genevieve. She moaned into me, and I felt like a shockwave radiated throughout my entire body.

“Great Goddess, mother of us all, bless us with your Divine presence.” Genevieve invoked.

I gasped as the Goddess immediately granted her request. I’ve hosted the Gods before, but usually only during rituals. I rather avoided invoking them for regular sex. Tonight, she possessed us both, and we shimmered with her holy light.

Braedon was not possessed, but was obviously affected by her energy. He groaned, and I could see that he was trying his best not to explode, but he could not resist the sweet energy flowing into him from the Queen.

I did not realize it at first, but all the others stopped to watch us. It had been a while since the last time this many Royals were together in the same room. Even council meetings were often conducted via conference call. As a result, it had been a while since the Gods had joined us for sex.

Genevieve and I heard a voice whisper in our ears, and we turned to look at those watching us. In unison, we spoke with the Goddess’ voice.

“My lover wishes to possess the slave, but he has never hosted a God in his body before. What say you, Jayson? Will you allow yourself to be possessed and join us?”

The part of my mind that was an impartial observer noticed that Jayson looked conflicted. He had witnessed a relatively recent ritual involving sex with the Gods, but he came from a completely different faith, and I knew he told himself that this was some trick of the lighting.

A moment later, he stepped forward, and dropped to his knees. “If my Mistress wishes it, I must obey.”

“No,” I stated, speaking for myself now. “Not in this, Jayson. You must fully and willingly accept the God into your body, or his energy will hurt you.”

He was quiet for a moment, then he looked me straight in the eye. “I want to, but Elena… I’m scared.”

“As you should be,” pretty much everyone murmured.

Andrew placed a hand on his shoulder. “That said, it is like nothing you have ever experienced. Just give in to him. He is a loving God… He will not push you farther than you can handle.”

Jayson nodded acceptance, and repeated the words that Andrew told him to invoke the God. A moment later, he was glowing. It was actually hard for Genevieve and me to see – since the Goddess’ glow slightly blinded us – but it was a dark green, and I could tell that everyone else could see his glow just fine.

“Come,” we invited, using the Goddess’ voice once more.

Jayson started praising us with the God’s voice, and the sound of it made my heart soar. I felt compelled to please him. I wanted to worship him until the day I died!

Genevieve arranged us so that Jayson was between us, and we both took turns kissing him as we stroked his body. He had one arm around each of us, and we encouraged him to lean back so that we could lick and kiss his body. Eventually, we were both licking his shaft, and he looked like he was in heaven!

I shifted to kiss him, hungrily exploring his mouth while Genevieve impaled herself on his shaft. She rode him hard, the Goddess inside her determined to drive him crazy with pleasure. He was protected by the God inside him, but even so, I could feel him quivering. Time passed strangely, as it always does when possessed by the Gods.

Genevieve started screaming, apparently overwhelmed by the Goddess’ power. She gasped and tossed her head side to side until her orgasm faded, and then she collapsed next to us. I stoked her soothingly as the Goddess faded from her body.

Now, it was my turn, and I straddled my lover eagerly. It felt like the power increased; like the Gods possessed us both just a little bit more. He thrust his hips up as I lowered myself onto his shaft.

The next thing I knew, it felt like our bodies had been fused. Every little movement was heart stopping!  I was crying out as if my life depended on it, pleased to hear his cries in return.

We paid them no attention, but while we were having the hands down best sex of our life, Genevieve was fast asleep, worn out from her possession. Meanwhile, everyone else had gathered around the center island in my kitchen to explain to my boss what was going on. He told me later that he was utterly baffled by that point, and honestly relieved that someone finally told him that this was a good thing.

He had feared that we were into devil worship, and was almost terrified. When they told him about our society and beliefs, he was so relieved that he nearly cried.

Suddenly, the Goddess whispered in my ear again. “This man was made for you… You should carry his child.”

I gasped, thinking, he doesn’t want a child!

“He does…” The Goddess assured me.

I looked into Jayson’s eyes, and they changed until I could clearly see the deep longing within him. He nodded, and I knew that the God was whispering the suggestion to him as well. I felt inexplicably touched!

Nodding, I closed my eyes for one moment. This didn’t need to be said out loud, but we both felt overcome by the desire to practically shout! He said almost exactly the same thing I did, only he used his name.

“I, Elena, hereby give my heart to you forever, and ask the Gods to gift us with a child.”

The energy of the Gods felt like it increased just a bit more, and suddenly we were both crying out in climax. The world spun, and then settled once more. There was a fullness inside me that made me place my hands on my womb in awe.

The Goddess and God had both left us, and I exchanged an incredulous look with Jayson. He slowly smiled at me, and I couldn’t stop a grin from stretching my lips.

The others started clapping. “Congratulations!”

I felt a moment of panic as I realized that our relationship would have to change once we had a child. No way would I want to confuse our child by treating his or her father like a slave. What kind of message would that send?

I calmed myself, and then leaned over to kiss Jayson. No matter how our lives changed, we were going to be great parents!

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Stroganoff

One of the things I really liked eating back when we ate tons of boxed foods was Hamburger Helper Beef Stroganoff, but I had no idea how to replicate it when I started eating real food. One day, I was making homemade Mac' n Cheese, and after adding the butter, cream, and milk, I decided to add some garlic and onion powders. Instead of cheddar, I used a blend of white cheeses such as asiago, Parmesan, and queso blanco.

After tasting it, I realized that I had just made alfredo sauce! I was totally in lust, and very reluctant to share my delicious sauce with my family, but begging prevailed, and we had alfredo Mac' n Cheese, mmm...

Later on, during an attempt to replicate the alfredo sauce - only this time I was adding ground beef to the Mac' n Cheese - I decided to try adding Mushrooms, et voila! Stroganoff!

So, tonight, an awesome friend of mine volunteered to drive me to the health food store, and I bought 5 crimini mushroom and 1 portabella. I am out of beef, so I tossed 2 pork chops in a pan of leftover chicken grease from lunch - which is nice but not necessary. :-)

As the chops cooked, I started a pot boiling of organic rotini noodles because they're pretty much all I had on hand tonight. While that was cooking, I sliced up my mushrooms. Once the chops were cooked, I removed them from the pan, and tossed the mushrooms in.

I let them self-sautee on very low as I cut the chops into chunks, and then drained the noodles. When everything else was ready, I added 1/2 stick of butter to the mushrooms and at least a cup of cream. I had enough chicken/pork drippings/grease that I had at least 2 cups of sauce.

In the pot of drained noodles, I lightly sprinkled some shredded cheese and then poured the sauce on top. Finally, I added the pork chunks and stirred until it melded.

The verdict, we all loved it!

The Conference

“I’m sending you to Phoenix, Arizona.” My boss announced. At first, I didn’t think he could possibly be talking to me.

“Sir?”

“You heard me, there’s a conference in Phoenix, and I want you to attend it… It’s training to become management.”

I still didn’t think I was hearing him right. “Sir?”

He sighed deeply, as if he didn’t want to admit this out loud. “You’re wasted as a simple secretary. I want to you to go to the conference, and when you get back, I plan to promote you to the position that’s opening next month.”

“How long is the training?” I wondered curiously.

“Two weeks,” he replied, and then his expression changed. He looked almost derisive now. “I’m also sending a young man named Jayson. The others want me to promote him to the position. He’s a complete ass kisser though, so, unless he shows more aptitude for it than I think he will, I intend for him to be your assistant.”

I wasn’t quite sure how to respond to his statement, and stroked my necklace in thought. I settled for an obedient, “Yes sir.”

“See you when you get back,” he smiled at me pleasantly, and I knew I was being dismissed to go pack.

*****

“What do you mean there’s only one room?” Jayson demanded, obviously upset.

“I’m sorry sir, but this is a large national conference, and only one room is reserved for each company that decides to send attendees. Surely your superior mentioned this?” The woman checking us into the large hotel asked sweetly.

No… He hadn’t. Oh well, I’m sure he simply forgot. Whatever. “Jayson, stop being a baby and  take the room key already.” I commanded as I pocketed mine. “You there; bell hop!” I snapped my fingers and gestured for an idle man around 19 years old to come load my luggage onto a cart. As an afterthought, I handed him my room key, which – despite being an electronic key card – still had my room number engraved on it so I couldn’t forget which one it was.

He naturally hopped to it, and soon we were being shown around our small two bed room. It had a private bathroom area, but that was the only amenity other than the standard tiny table and TV on a low wide dresser. I thanked him for his assistance and slipped him a tip as he handed me back my key.

I tossed my purse on the bed closer to the window, and enjoyed the cool air flowing from the air conditioner located just under all the sunlight that poured in. The conference didn’t start until tomorrow, and so I had nothing to do for the rest of the afternoon.

Hmm… Phoenix is a big city, surely…

I pulled out my cell phone and pressed the speed dial. A man answered, and as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t address him properly. “It’s Elena. I’m in Phoenix. Tell me where the nearest haven is.”

He chuckled, and then gave me directions, ending with, “Have fun in Phoenix.” I could hear his younger brother laughing in the background.

“Yes, my – Yes, I will.” I stated, a hint of a smile twisting my lips.

“Where are you going?” Jayson asked, and I could tell that he was upset that I didn’t plan to stay and complain about the unfairness of our situation with him.

“Out,” I responded as succinctly as possible.

“Can I come? I’ve never been to Phoenix before. What’s a haven? Is that a bar or club or something?”

I crossed my arms across my chest and stared at him coldly. “Yes, it is. Haven means a safe place to get away, and no… you can’t come.”

He grumbled under his breath, but didn’t try to follow me as I grabbed my purse and left.

*****

“Princess!” A man greeted me warmly. I returned his warm smile, and kissed him on the cheek. “Welcome to our region. Please let anyone know if you need anything at all!”

I nodded, and entered the large building. I simply could not wait to get out of these stifling clothes! Soon enough, my clothes and other belongings were in a locker in a room dedicated to storing clothes while the members walked around naked.

The only thing I still wore was my silver necklace and the charm that proclaimed my status as a Princess. It was the triad of the Secret Society – the crown, cup, and scepter.

On second thought… I reopened my locker, and grabbed out a book from my purse that I was only halfway through reading. A few minutes later, I was reclining on a sturdy, cushion-lined wooden lounge chair.

I opened my book, and ignored the multitude of people who were suddenly fascinated by my presence. I barely had time to read a page before the first man knelt on my lounge chair – it was just wide enough to allow him to do so. He showed me his beautiful cock, and I opened my mouth so I could absently suck on him as I read my book.

A woman spread my legs, and practically devoured my clitoris. I loved every moment of it, but I was a Princess after all, I could not reward her so easily. I ignored her, and kept my attention on my book.

Eventually, she gifted me with my first orgasm of the day, and I honored her gift by closing my eyes and fully savoring it until it was gone. Then, I went back to reading my book. The man I was sucking on had gotten off on watching me get off, and so he left me too.

They were soon both replaced by others, both men this time. I sucked on the one but otherwise ignored them both as the second slipped right inside me and rode me as hard as he could. This made it a bit difficult to read my book, but I wasn’t about to let him know that!

This pattern remained, men and women both flocking to me to try out the visiting Princess, until I was thoroughly satisfied. I don’t think I read more than 2 pages of my book! Even then, I’m probably going to have to reread them later. I smiled as I petted my last lover on the head.

She was an absolutely luscious woman, and I was sorely tempted to invite her to my room for the night, but I didn’t want to give Jayson the pleasure of watching us make each other scream.

*****

Three days into the conference, I knew one thing more certainly than anything else; my boss was right! Jayson really was a kiss-ass. He simply could not do anything unless told to, but what he did do was done very well with a high level of attention to detail. If he was actually placed in charge of a department, it would soon fall into chaos!

I had fallen into the habit of showering right after the conference ended for the day, which understandably puzzled Jayson when I then showered after returning from the Secret Society’s Regional Headquarters each night. He had no idea that it was necessary to shower at that point.

He gave me a probing stare when I stepped out of the bathroom ready to leave for the evening. “Will you please reconsider bringing me with you? I have nothing to do here while you’re gone, and it frustrating.”

“You could always sightsee,” I suggested.

“I wouldn’t know where to go,” he shrugged.

I studied him with mild curiosity, an idea forming that made me grin in a way I’m sure probably scared him at least a little.

“Fine, I’ll bring you. However, you have to do exactly as I say at all times. Understand?”

He hesitated, scratching the part of his jaw located under his ear nervously. “Like what?”

“Simple, everything. If I tell you to do something, you do it,” I informed him firmly. I already knew that he would agree. After all, that was what he was best at… following orders…”

“Yeah, okay, I guess I can do that,” he admitted almost shyly.

I nodded, and then gestured for him to follow me. Soon, we were stepping up to the entrance of the Regional Headquarters.

“Welcome back, Princess!” The guard at the door greeted me. He then glared at Jayson for a moment before casting me a questioning look.

“I need a suitable visitors pass. Let me see what you have.”

The guard nodded, and then held out a box of chains and charms. I sorted through it, tossing aside the majority – which were plain, underage observer charms. Finally, I located one that made me cackle in anticipation. It was made out of plain steel, but the circle – if one looked properly – was a whip, and the charm inside it was a noose. This would send a message to all that he was bound to me, and could not be touched without my permission.

I placed the necklace around Jayson’s neck with a devious grin. It was too short a chain for him to pull it off, and the clasp naturally locked so that only one who knew how to unlock it could remove it from him. He gave me a look that was half afraid, and half curious, and then followed me through the doors.

I walked straight to the room where we could undress and store our clothes. Jayson gasped as I pushed my skirt to the floor. He was deluded if he thought that I would bring him here just to have sex with him when we could easily do that in our room if that’s what I wanted.

I glared at him just as I grasped the bottom of my shirt. “Well… What are you waiting for? Strip!”

He stuttered in confusion, but then complied. I pointed out the empty locker next to mine in case he hadn’t noticed it. I naturally finished stripping before he did, and watched as he forced himself to remove his blue and white striped boxers. I think he was afraid that I would see his penis because he faced away from me as he did this.

The moment his locker was shut, I turned to walk away. “Come on!”

He made a strange sound, but then followed me. I wonder if he was thinking that there was still time to get dressed and leave. I’d let him if he wanted, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that he needed this. He needed someone to take a firm grip on his invisible reins and tell him what to do.

I nodded to others as they greeted me; calling out, “Princess!” eagerly.

I located “my” lounge chair, and stared at its occupant until he gasped – he hadn’t noticed me standing there at first – and then vacated my seat.

“Terribly sorry, Princess!”

I nodded graciously as he stepped to the side. I faced Jayson, and pointed to a spot right next to my lounge chair.

“Stand there, place your hands on the back of your head, and don’t move!” I commanded.

Jayson hopped to, but I could see that he had no idea what was going on or why he was actually following my orders. I delicately arranged myself on the lounge chair.

The man who had sat here fiddled with Jayson’s charm curiously. “Princess Elena? May I play with your slave?”

I made a great show of thinking this over. “Hmm… no. I think he needs to stand absolutely still for quite a bit longer. If he moves, you may spank him for me.”

He grinned, and Jayson gasped, looking at me in dismay and astonishment. His eager taskmaster whacked him one on the ass.

“Eyes forward!”

Jayson hastily complied, his face thoroughly red.

A woman appeared as if by magic. She was my luscious lover, and I grinned at her. She returned my grin, and chuckled suggestively as she massaged my legs, working her way up until she was teasing my moist opening with her fingers.

A man walked over to us, and presented his beautiful cock for me to suck on. I took him into my mouth eagerly, wondering if Jayson was trying to watch me out of the corner of his eyes.

“Princess?” A girl gained my attention. She looked like she had only been initiated recently. “May I play with your slave?”

I paused the falatio I was performing to answer her. “Not yet, my pet. He’s still being punished. However, you may stroke his shaft and fondle him to your heart’s content, just do not allow him to climax.”

“Yes, my Princess!” She agreed eagerly.

I glanced at the man watching over Jayson for me. “Remember to punish him harshly if he should dare ejaculate!”

“Yes, my Princess!” He grinned at me.

Jayson whimpered in fear at the potential unknown punishment, and then groaned as the girl stroked his already rock hard shaft.

By this time, my luscious lover made me cry out with orgasm, and a new man took her place, ramming into me in the most delightful way. “Ah!” I chanted.

Both he and the man I was sucking on filled me at the same time, and I sighed in content.

“Princess, may I whip you?”

I looked up at the powerfully gorgeous man. “Yes, my King!” I agreed at once. I had not yet met the King of this region, but I was extremely grateful that he was standing before me now.

He led me to the wall of punishment, and I knew without looking that my volunteer taskmaster was whacking Jayson as an incentive for him to follow me like a good slave should.

I faced the wall, and firmly gripped the bars placed at the right height in front of me. The taskmaster commanded Jayson to, “Watch closely as your mistress dutifully receives her punishment. If you displease her, it will be you there instead of her.”

Jayson paled, and I smirked at him a moment before facing the wall once more. The King whipped me quite suddenly, and I moaned. I heard him make a soft noise of pleasure, and knew that he was thrilled that I could take whatever he wanted to give me.

He lashed out again and again until I was begging him for mercy. Each lash made my hips sway, as if I was both trying to escape and begging for more. He stopped the moment he sensed that it was getting to be too much for me to handle.

He snapped his fingers, and I dropped to my hands and feet. I turned until I was staring at his feet. “Are you a good girl?”

“No… I’m so very naughty,” I purred a confession.

He laughed. “Ahhh, I thought so. Shall I punish you some more?”

“If it pleases you, my King,” I murmured, honestly hoping that he wouldn’t and that he would.

“Let me see if you can please this cock,” he gestured to indicate the beautiful length jutting straight out from his body. We were more or less following a script – a common role-playing fantasy – and yet, it seemed so real to me in that moment.

“Yes,” I replied almost breathlessly, and opened my mouth wide to accommodate him as much as possible.

He moaned and rocked his hips. A moment later, he snapped his fingers, and someone stroked my ass. I felt a solid hardness push against the tight hole between my buttocks, and purposely took a deep breath so that I could exhale all the tension from my body.

They timed their thrusts so that they were both banging into me at the same time, and I was helpless to do anything but let them. I moaned as I felt a hand seek out something interesting to play with between my legs.

The next moment, there were two hungry mouths sucking on my breasts, and I was utterly lost in the pleasure! I let it carry me away until I felt like I was almost floating near the clouds. A moment later, my body convulsed violently in climax, and I would have screamed if I could.

The King rewarded me with his hot and salty cum, and then snapped his fingers again. Everyone else instantly abandoned me.

“Shall I tie you to my bed and use you however I please until morning?” He asked.

I sighed with longing. “I wish you could, my King, but I cannot stay too long. After all, I am in Phoenix on business, and I do not wish to risk my job,” I explained.

“I understand,” he assured me pleasantly. “Perhaps another time.”

I nodded vigorously. “This weekend, probably.”

He smiled at me, and then walked away. I rolled backwards so that I could sit on my feet, and rub my mildly sore wrists. I looked up to find Jayson obediently watching me.

I held my hand out for his taskmaster, who promptly helped me up. I traced a line across Jayson’s chest. Walking a full circle around him, I leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“You liked that, didn’t you? You want that, don’t you? You want me to punish you. No…” I dropped my voice even lower. “You want him to punish you.”

Jayson whimpered, and immediately looked conflicted. Part of him clearly longed to be punished, and part of him was deeply horrified by the prospect.

“Tell me,” I commanded.

He took a deep breath, and held it.

“Tell me!” I demanded.

“Yes… Mistress… I want you to punish me.”

I thought so, I smirked. “Then brace yourself on the wall.”

He hesitated for a moment, and then did as I ordered. He grasped the bars firmly, and I watched his chest expand and contract rapidly as fear coursed through his body. Knowing that this was his first time, I purposely selected a softer whip. One that would sting plenty, but wouldn’t actually hurt him. It wouldn’t even leave welts.

He moaned and writhed as I whipped him, and after a few minutes, he even begged for me to whip him harder. I accepted the standard whip that the taskmaster held out to me, and granted Jayson’s wish.

I instinctively knew when he was close to squirting all over the wall, and stopped. I looked at the clock, and was amazed to see how much time had passed. Smiling, I handed the whip back to the taskmaster.

“You’ve done well for your very first day. I think it’s time we leave now. Come Jayson.”

The taskmaster inclined his head with an expression of sudden understanding. Now it made sense why I wouldn’t let anyone else truly touch him. He was untrained and uninitiated. It would be almost cruel to let anyone play with him until he was ready and willing.

Jayson followed me quietly, stealthily wiping tears from his face. I knew without asking that he had been feeling both pleasure and pain, and the intensity of it had moved him to tears of both joy and despair. Yes… I well knew how he felt.

We dressed in silence, and then left, hailing a cab to drive us back to the hotel. Not a single word passed either of our lips until we were back in our room, and I stripped again so that I could take a shower.

“What…?” His face crumpled in confusion as he tried to figure out how to ask me his burning questions. I’m sure there were so many that he didn’t know where to start.

I pointed to a spot in the small bathroom next to the toilet as I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. He moved to the spot I’d indicated without a moment’s thought, and I waited for him to realize this. I watched him over my shoulder as it dawned on him that he was standing perfectly still with his hands on the back of his head.

Hiding a smirk, I stepped into the shower, and gave him a soft command as I finished closing the already partially closed curtain. “A slave should be naked at all times.”

He immediately undressed, and I stealthily peaked at the expression on his face. He was incredulous that he obeyed so instantly. I knew what he did not… he had been a slave long before I met him.

“Tell me,” I said as if I were pondering an amusing anecdote. “How old were you when you first had sex. How many partners have you had, and were they male or female?”

“17, 5… 4 were female…”

“Very good,” I purred. “Tell me about the man.”

“He… he… … When I was in college, I got drunk one night at a party, and one of the guys offered to help me get back to my dorm. He then took advantage of my drunkenness and…”

I purred again. “Did you like it?”

“I didn’t think I did…” he murmured, and I could almost feel him remembering that night and wondering if perhaps he reveled in the helplessness of it after all.

By now, I was clean – thank the Gods for the detachable showerhead which made it so much easier to wash the intimate parts! I stepped out of the shower, and held my arms open in a silent demand for him to dry me off with a towel. He stared at me curiously until I glanced at the towels, and then he complied almost frantically.

Once I was dry, I walked to my bed, sitting on the edge. He frowned at me, and I smirked at him. My expression changed to expectation once more, and I wondered if he would be able to figure out what I wanted.

“What is that place?” He finally asked me. I pointed to a spot about a foot in front of me, and he instantly stood there in the correct position.

“Kneel.”

He obeyed.

“As you may have figured out by now, I am part of a secret society. We have far too many rules and beliefs to fully explain right now, but as I’m sure you noticed, the society revolves around sex.”

He nodded, and I saw a look of near enlightenment cross his face. It was almost as if having his suspicion confirmed opened something inside him. I watched him consider his next question, and waited patiently. I would only answer three tonight.

“Why did you bring me there?”

I laughed. “You asked, of course! I had a feeling that it might suit you.”

I waited for his last question, hoping for his sake that he chose well.

“Why did you stop whipping me when you did?” He almost whispered; his eyes on the floor but his hands still on the back of his head.

“Hmm…” I debated not telling him, but then softened. “Because I did not want you to cum yet.”

“You… knew?” He asked incredulously.

Technically I was only going to answer 3 questions, but I made a concession for this one. “Yes, now, prove to your Mistress that you are eager to please.”

He remained on his knees but walked forward until he was between my legs. I spread them wide in invitation, and watched him slowly press his face where I wanted it. I could see him mentally asking permission, and also wondering if this was what I referred to.

It was.

He cast his hesitation aside, and then plunged his tongue into me almost forcefully. His hands grasped my hips, and pulled me closer to him as he explored my already wet and eager hole. I cried out happily, and flopped onto my back, pushing my hips into his face even more.

He continued to worship me until I couldn’t hold back any longer. I grabbed a pillow to muffle my screams so that the attendees in the surrounding rooms didn’t hear me. I really didn’t want them to think that this cold hearted bitch was actually full of passion.

I panted as my orgasm faded; enjoying Jayson’s fingers as they curiously probed me.

“Thank you Jayson. You may go to bed now.”

He whimpered. I chuckled. “Is there something you want?”

“Yes,” he admitted.

“And what is it that you want?” I asked.

“I have been on fire with need for hours! Please…”

“Please what, Jayson?”

“Please let me cum too,” he whispered again.

“Do you think you deserve to be rewarded?” I wondered.

He thought this over very carefully. I could see him wondering if this was a trap, and then he decided that he didn’t care. He’d take a punishment if I wouldn’t reward him.

“Yes, I think I’ve been a very good slave today,” he stated.

“And so you have,” I agreed, and then patted my thigh in invitation.

He mounted me, and then stared at my lips as he clearly wondered if he should kiss me before entering me. I licked my lips slowly, and he responded my sucking on them greedily.

I sighed as he entered me, and wrapped my legs around him so that I had the leverage to clamp my inner muscles onto his shaft. He groaned heavily, and I could sense that he was fighting not to cum right then and there.

His thrusts were almost as timid as he was. They felt unsure, like he had no idea which pace would best please me. This was his reward, so technically, I was fine with whatever pace pleased him.

I rocked my hips into him encouragingly. His speed increased until I was gasping in pleasure. I wanted him to last all night, but I knew he couldn’t hold out any longer. He started pulsing inside me, and I clamped my muscles tight around him once more.

“Oh God!” He gasped, and I could feel his body shake from the unexpected intensity of his climax.

I waited for him to recover a bit and withdraw, then I shifted until I was lying properly in the bed with the covers over me.

“Jayson… do you wish to sleep in your own bed, or with your Mistress?” I asked, giving him a rare choice.

“With you, my Mistress,” he murmured. I held open the covers, and let him crawl in bed with me.

The next morning, I woke before him, and watched his face as he slowly became aware of where he was and what had happened. He blushed, and then took a few deep breaths to calm his suddenly erratic heartbeat. Once he had himself under control, he dared to crack one eye open so that he could steal a peek at me.

“Good morning Jayson,” I greeted him with a warm smile, and then a quick kiss.

“Good morning… Mistress?”

I could tell he was wondering how long I planned to make him play this role. The answer – which I did not tell him – was however long he let me.

“Call room service, and order us something for breakfast. I expect you to remember what I ordered the last few mornings, and get me the same.”

Jayson looked disappointed that I wasn’t already suggesting that we have sex again, but I could also see him beam with pride that he actually did remember what I’d ordered. He got out of bed to comply, and I decided that a visit to the bathroom was in order.

That day passed agonizingly slowly, but finally I was in the shower of our room once more. Jayson waited at the spot, and was in position. I made him remain dressed since he had already had a shower this morning, and didn’t really need another.

I did not order him to follow me, nor did I ask or pay any attention him at all. Nevertheless, he remained right behind me as I left the room to go to the Headquarters. Mentally, I was grinning at his eagerness.

The very moment that I reclined on my lounge chair – which, incidentally, was not the only one here, but I had claimed it, and considered it my territory – a handful of people showed up. They all begged to play with my slave. I looked to Jayson, studying him for a moment as he kept his gaze firmly forward and his hands on the back of his head.

I could see him mildly panic, but there was something akin to excitement coloring his expression. I faced my eager posse, and smiled.

“He may please you all with his mouth and hands, but no one may please him or enter him in any other way. Understand?” I demanded.

“Yes Princess!” They all agreed without the slightest hesitation. I could see that it was the volunteer taskmaster, the eager initiate from yesterday, 2 other women, and one other man. They forced Jayson to stand a few feet away from me so that they had room to stand around him.

He whimpered, but instinctively knew that he better not dare protest or speak in any way. The initiate dragged a relatively high chair over to Jayson, and ordered him to kneel. The chair placed her at the perfect height to wrap her legs around his face, and she clearly relished every moment of his tonguing.

Meanwhile, the two men each firmly forced him to grasp them with a hand and pump their shafts vigorously. The initiate had not yet cultivated true stamina, so she soon vacated the chair so that an older woman could take her place.

This woman knew exactly what she liked, and used a hand in Jayson’s hair to guide him as necessary. She watched him pump the men’s shafts, and her excitement grew. Even so, she still took her time climaxing.

The third woman obligingly performed the trick to stop the men from cumming too soon, and they groaned in disappointment even as they thanked her for her assistance. When it was her turn to sit in the chair, one of the men asked her to wait a moment.

He gently thrust his cock in Jayson’s face and silently dared the slave to suck him off. Jayson hesitated for only a moment, and then opened his mouth.

I was busy enjoying a few lovers of my own – of course – but it amused me to keep an eye on him. I could tell by his expression that he had never once imagined himself sucking on a thick and beautiful cock before, but now that he was, he rather liked it.

The man he sucked gave him plenty of advice and tips on how to do a good job. I already knew that Jayson made it point of personal pride to always do as he was told exceedingly well. As a result, it didn’t take long for the man to fill his mouth. From the look of it, there was quite a bit pumping into Jayson; his throat moving oh so sensually as he swallowed.

He turned his attention to the third woman, his hand still stroking the taskmaster’s shaft. Now, his strokes were almost eager, as if he was just waiting to suck on the long thin shaft. I think the taskmaster was planning out a few other things to teach my unexpectedly acquired little love slave.

The third woman gushed all over Jayson’s face just as I cried out from my own pleasure. I immediately rolled over and adjusted my chair so that I could lie on my stomach as I watched him. I paid no attention to the man who entered me from behind.

Jayson was so beautiful as he opened his mouth for his taskmaster. I smiled fondly as I watched his head bob vigorously back and forth. The taskmaster had a hand on his head, gently encouraging Jayson.

He asked Jayson to lick and then suck on his balls. Jayson complied, and I could see him wondering why he hadn’t thought of this before. A small drop of fluid eventually emerged from the tip of the taskmaster’s shaft, and I saw a matching drop fall from Jayson’s fully erect and interestingly throbbing shaft.

Jayson didn’t even need to be told. He licked up the drop and then covered as much of the shaft as he could with his mouth. The taskmaster’s balls seemed to clench, and then his shaft began to pulse in a way that made me wish I was licking it too.

As I describe these events, it sounds like mere minutes have passed, but it’s been hours. I decide that we have just enough time for one more thing before we have to go, and this time, I’m leaving us enough time to eat dinner before we go to bed!

I wave away a pair of lovers who are only mildly interested in me. They haven’t asked me for sex yet, so I am allowed to tell them no thanks. Getting to my feet, I stand over Jayson and the still pulsing taskmaster.

“Jayson, you’ve been such a good little slave today, but even so, I feel like punishing you. Up against the wall please.”

Jayson waited only long enough for his taskmaster to stop coming, and then silently complied. I touched the taskmaster’s arm in quiet permission. He immediately grinned, and selected an instrument of punishment.

I smiled with amused interest as the taskmaster decided that his hand is the only thing he needs. He stood in the perfect spot to spank Jayson, and I suddenly felt like I haven’t had sex in days! Not even my hand on my chest can calm my thundering heartbeat!

I gestured for a man to kneel before me, holding my lower set of lips open so that he could lick me clean and suck on my clitoris. He was skilled enough to make me nearly swoon, but I determinedly keep my eyes open and on Jayson. His whimpering cries are like music to my ears.

All too soon, I am crying out from the strongest orgasm I’ve had today, and I can’t help but notice that Jayson reacted to my cry by shuddering. He’s obviously close to cumming himself, so I cry out, “That’s enough!”

His taskmaster reluctantly complied, but he’s so worked up himself by this point that he gave Jayson no choice but to suck on him for the 20 or so seconds before he exploded. Jayson seemed pleased, as if this was proof that he did a good job.

I answered Jayson’s many questions during dinner, and then we returned to our room. I desperately wanted to be a good Mistress and order him about as I showered, but I simply could not wait to have him inside me.

Stripping as quickly as I possibly could, I jumped into bed, and then granted him permission to claim his reward. Tonight, he was excited beyond belief, and did not hesitate in the slightest. He rode me hard, and made me shudder from the divine pleasure.

The two weeks passed far too quickly. Jayson quietly brooded all during the flight home. To be honest, I think I was brooding as well.

“You’re the Princess of the Society in our Region, right?” Jayson asked.

I nodded. “If you’d like, I can have you initiated. You won’t need to take all the training – since I’ve trained you a good deal already – but some additional training is necessary. What do you think?”

Jayson silently looked at the seat in front of him, and then turned to me so he could whisper. “I want whatever my Mistress wishes.”

I was so happy to hear that! Grinning, I leaned forward to kiss him. “In that case, you shall move into my house the moment we return. I shall have your training completed, and then you will be initiated into my society.”

Jayson smiled, and I knew he simply couldn’t wait.

By the time we returned to work on Monday, he was more or less living with me. He still had a few things to unpack, but surprisingly, there wasn’t much he wanted to bring with him.

Our boss – the CEO of the company we worked for – took one look at us after we arrived, and a confused expression settled on his face. “Something’s different.”

I smiled mysteriously. “The difference is that I plan to be an excellent manager, and he plans to assist me to the best of his abilities.”

The boss nodded slowly, as if this made sense, and yet, it did not explain everything.

“Jayson, I’d like some tea with cream but no sugar, and the Boss likes his coffee black. You have five minute,” I stated.

“Yes M- … Elena,” he replied obediently with a slightly embarrassed grin, and then took off to fulfill my order.

“Yes M…?” My boss questioned.

I waved away his interested with a laugh. “Yes Ma’am. I’ve been a bit overzealous.”

“I see,” my boss smirked. “I just knew you had what it took to be a good manager.”

I grinned, vibrantly happy. You have no idea!

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