Attending court

She is seated in a tall backed red cushioned chair, she is wearing a pale blue silk corset and a matching full skirt. Her hair is swept up leaving her neck bare, graceful lines exposed. Chase can see the crystals dangling from her ears, and he is spellbound by her classic beauty. Her pale skin is smooth and has been lavishly attended by her handmaiden. Her face is carefully made up to accentuate her delicate lips and those firey green eyes. She is watching him approach, appraising the supplicant and waiting for his request. He is suddenly nervous and he kneels pressing lips to her leather clad toes. Such tiny feet! They are encased in the softest white leather slippers. He hestitates with his lips pressed to her tiny digits. He hears her say in her low clear voice as she slides her foot away from him. "You have come to ask for something?"

He sits back on his heels, face flushed, desire apparent in his bright blue eyes. "Yes Ms."

"Then state it."

"I would like to be in your service."

"You would like to?" Her emphasis is on the word 'like' and one eyebrow has arched.

"Uh yess," stammering,"I need to serve you Ms, please."

She considers him, her eyes roaming over him slowly. Taking stock of his physique. He pulls his shoulders back a bit more.

"You understand what serving me means?"

Chase nods and swallows hard, his desires crashing inside him as looks into her eyes. He shivers, her eyes are cool emerald fire and while he sees passion in them, he also sees something else. That frightens him, and she knows it. Her lips curve in a cruel smile.

"Marina come" She calls forward her handmaiden and the girl comes to her. He did not even notice the girl from her position sitting on the stool behind the chair. She is naked and is that ultra pale blond, hair like moonbeams spilling down her back. She kneels at her Mistress' feet and turns her face up to look at her. Mistress reaches out and fondles her breast and nipple, scratching the tip with a sharp fingernail. "Stand boy, and take your clothes off."

He practically leaps to his feet, eager that he is being given this chance. Pulling off clothes and tossing them to the floor. Until he sees her hold up her hand, displeasure on her face.

"Gracefully boy, learn it now, you will be rewarded. Fail and you will be punished." She signals to Marina and the girl rises and crosses to him, "Like this" her voice is sweet and high. She smells faintly like strawberries as she comes close and slides a hand up his chest, showing him how to undo each button slowly and reveal the flesh beneath in tantilizing bits. "Flirt as you take your clothes off, this is beauty, embrace it." He understands and tries to take his control again and Marina shakes her head. "This time I will display you, every time after it is for you to remember." She steps behind him and her hands are light and teasing him, he is enflamed with her touches and by the time she removes his pants his arousal is apparent.

Penis erect he stands naked before the Domina and waits. His eyes are following Marina as she gathers his garments and returns to her stool. She is making an art out of folding his clothes.

"Isn't she lovely," The woman he wants to serve is watching him intently and he blushes at being caught.

She rises to her feet and takes the two steps to stand in front of him. "Marina, my chair." His eyes are only for her now and he looks down at her, she is so tiny, and power seems to come off her in waves. He inhales her scent and is instantly intoxicated. She walks around him, appraising him, light touches every so often here and there. A hand on his hip, a fingertip trailing over his pelvis. He shudders, how is his release so close already? She knows of course what she is doing to him and she laughs softly.

Her skirt swishing as she turns away from him and leads him to her chair. Marina has changed the cushion and placed one that has a shallower cushioning. There is a hole in the middle. He can see through the seat to a cushion headrest underneath. Seat of power, indeed. He looks to the madam and blushes. "Shall I please you Ms?"

She smiles and calls Marina forward, "How many courtiers do I have scheduled for this afternoon"

"Five Mistress, shall I read you the list?"

"No, settle my newest slave in the featured position as I ready myself for this afternoon." She turns and walks out of the hall, a guard following her closely.

Marina turns to him and tells him to lay on a small rolling cart that is very low to the ground. He lays on it and she slide him under the chair, lifting the front so his shoulders are in between the front and back legs, she has him wiggle forward so that his face is under the hole in the seat and his head is resting on the cushioned rest. He looks around and can see there is a lever connected to the headrest. Marina laughs and presses the lever, his headrest lifts up and his face is now level with the hollowed out seat. She lets his head back down, and peers through the hole at him. "I am going to lock you in place, you won't be able to roll out and she controls the lever. Your cock makes a lovely display for her court." She laughs a musical tinkle and Chase blushes.

The Mistress returns, he can hear her skirt swishing as she looks over Marina's work. "Nicely done girl, tonight you will stay with me in my chambers." Marina murmurs her thanks and he glimpses her kneeling and touching her lips to the hem of her Mistress' skirt.

She looks down at him through the hole in the seat. "Lets see how much you desire me boy, you have 4 hours."

She settles herself on the seat and as she sits he can see her garment has been designed with a slit up the back. She opens the skirt apart as she sits and there is her beautiful blessing bared for him to view. Chase licks his lips as he takes notice of her white garter and stocking, her lips are bare and smooth, they are puffy and pale. He is hungry to taste her, and he is about to raise his head to taste her when he feels her feet resting on his belly. They slide over his tummy and stop at his pelvis, he feels her flex her foot and run a leather clad toe up his shaft. He moans, unable to contain himself. He is trapped under a chair, hidden by a delicious curtain of soft silk, staring at the most beautiful pussy lips, while the woman of his dreams taps his cock with her toe. This is surely heaven.

He lifts his head and kisses her lips reverently, his tongue gliding out to part her labia and tastes the moisture beneath. Enraptured he dines on her pussy while she discusses court affairs with Marina.

A little bit of fantasy for you, this story will be continued.