THE MISTRESS' FEAST

[loveskulls]

With the return of the winner of the Fuckfest, the Mistress has formally announced an important and exclusive feast--and decreed that all of her extra-dimensional pets (that means you) are to attend. This news is delivered by the guards, both native to this world and otherwise, who are also tasked with distributing butt-plugs that have the words "Congratulations on not dying of exposure" engraved in their bases.

If you try not to attend, you will be forced into it anyway. It is compulsory on pain of death. Sorry. However, upon being escorted/invited into the great hall of the castle, you are welcomed by a fantastic and bustling scene. Music plays, performers dance, and the smell of food hangs in the air as platters are carried around by servants who take the time to offer portions to each guest. Not to mention the wine! The ambassadors and other guests in attendance are in varying states of undress, but no one is completely naked—and at least those who come close are not sitting on top of the table or anything. There is almost a sense of decorum to this particular event.

At the very head of the table, clad in an extraordinarily expensive-looking set of BDSM lingerie and her horned crown, sits the Mistress. Flanked by two of her highest ranking guards, she laughs and smirks at the chatter of the ambassadors sitting nearby, paying no attention to anyone else except those who have already earned her good graces.

Regardless of your job, you will all be seated all together at the very end of the table, furthest away from the Mistress. Yenh, the fuckfest winner, gets the honor of being at the end, but there’s a lot flowers and statues blocking the view anyway. She's out of earshot for whatever dinner discussions you'd like to have—but her loyal guards, servants, and the less-well-received ambassadors are not.

Once the feasting winds down, the Mistress rises and climbs the steps to the throne at the end of the room. She settles in and only now lays her eyes upon the Kingdom's special arrivals.

"Come and claim your rewards. Don't be shy."

She turns her gaze toward Estinien, the sole person who did not participate in the Fuckfest while it was ongoing, and grins. "You, too."

Once the dinner is over, nothing stops you from milling about to socialize, get caught up in an ambassador's after-dinner sex party, or to just leave with your shiny new prizes.

Comments

[crimsonlight]

[This was suddenly turning dangerous, and she knows it. It was their culture to be open about this, yet... she was having a hard time reconciling the earnest, happy openness she encountered among the villagers with this. It's not the hill she wants to die on, per say, but she isn't going to just fold about this.]

[She frowns and shakes her head.]

No. I know our peoples don't share the same traditions, but in mine, it would be in poor taste to speak of it.

And moreover, it wasn't part of the offer.

[hornymistress]

Then I'll make myself clearer. [Dangerous indeed. The Mistress regards Yenh.]

Kneel.

[The guards move quickly. One grabs her arms by the elbows, and the other knocks the balance out from her knees. As Yenh crumples to the floor, the Mistress crosses the space between the throne and the top step. She slams her foot down onto Yenh's head. Her voice remains perfectly in control, commanding, and sharp.]

You will be a good little heroic slut and do as I say, or you won't get your prize. And, we will spend the rest of this evening teaching you all of my "traditions."

[She grinds down.] Do you understand?

[crimsonlight]

[Yenh's only response first is a series of increasingly perplexed grunts. Her pince-nez go skittering across the dais from the force of the initial step, and her packaged up underpants go hopping down the steps. There is nothing she can do in her own defense that won't get her killed, and she very, very much doesn't want to partake in that kind of cultural exchange.]

[She squeezes her eyes shut in dismay. It was story time after all.]

I understand.

[hornymistress]

Good. [She returns to her seat, settling back as the guards right Yenh to her feet once more. They even dust her off and gather her glasses and package up and return them to her.]

[The Mistress gestures.]

After you're done, you can tell me what you want.

[crimsonlight]

[As she steadies herself and puts her glasses back on, Yenh clenches her jaw. It felt like she was being challenged by a lot of sadistic assholes lately, and it wasn't a trend she felt particularly fond of. She takes a calming breath.]

[Okay, so, it's time to tell a story. That doesn't mean she has to recount it like a bawdy bar tale, though. She turns slightly so that she can address more of the audience.]

The Snow Queen is a goddess possessing a kind and gentle heart. She welcomed me with open arms, offered me a drink, and allowed me to ease us into our night.

[She purses her lips as one ambassador yells out a question about the Queen's breast size.]

Sizeable. Moving on. [Yenh launches into a flowery tale of bedding the Snow Queen, of whom she speaks with gentleness and kindness. She attempts to use as many metaphors as she can, but finds herself having to clarify multiple times with increasingly more explicit language exactly what acts and body parts and sex toys were used and when.]

[She's glad for how much of a nuisance they're being, actually. The frustration is much easier to handle than embarrassment.]

[Through the long and winding path of her tale, she reaches the end.]

... and then I left her to rest.

[hornymistress]

[There is scattered applause, some of it sarcastic and some of it not, along with some equally mixed words of encouragement and boos. The Mistress is placated enough, at least.]

That was... uninspiring. My bards will make it into a proper fuckballad.

Name your prize.

[crimsonlight]

[By now, the surge of adrenaline has worn off, and Yenh's head is starting to ache and, she suspects, bruise. The phrase "fuckballad" throws her off that all she can do briefly is blink and stare at the Mistress.]

[She closes her eyes, re-gathers her wits, and reopens them again.]

The restoration of my Goddess' blessing.

[hornymistress]

Fine.

[With no fanfare, the Mistress points her finger at Yenh and zaps her. There may or may not be an almost cartoony skeleton x-ray effect with the zap. It isn't an enormously pleasant feeling...]

[... but her chosen power set is restored. ]

Enjoy your mind-reading powers.

[crimsonlight]

[ Yenh staggers, feeling worse for the wear as her muscles uncoil from electric (??) shock. ]

[ But she can feel it. The rising of her aether, the return of the feeling in her core flowing into her limbs of Light. A cloudy glow envelops her for a fleeting moment, and then she returns to normal. ]

[ Yenh nods- she starts to turn, but a guard slightly shakes her head. Yenh turns back and inclines her head... loath as she is to do so. ]

Thank you, Mistress.

[hornymistress]

[ The Mistress shrugs. ]

I look forward to punishing you for all the trouble you'll cause, hero.

[crimsonlight]

[Drawing her lips back in something approximating a smile, albeit from a place of violence rather than kindness, Yenh bows properly and turns to leave. The heels of her boots clack along the stone as she melts back into the crowd of revelers.]

[Her solution, as it always is, arises in her mind: Become stronger. Rally allies. Defeat the tyrant.]

[For now, all she can do is aid those who suffer. But that is important, too.]