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kingdomcomes2017-07-17 02:28 pm
loveskulls) wrote in kingdomcomes2017-07-17 02:28 pm
THE MISTRESS' FEAST
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.
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.
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You will lick my boots, Lord Commander.
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[Well, he wouldn't find out if he was dead or exiled. He knows better to looks back at his friends. He knows they are there and that it would do no good to call attention to them.]
As you wish, Mistress.
[He shuffles forward on his knees, taking the heel of the boot in his palm. He wasn't about the lick the bottoms of the things. He eyes her boot just a moment longer before realizing hesitation would be poison. He licks the toe of her boot, thankful that it didn't see the sort of soot, snow, and mud that his own would accumulate daily. His lips trail to the front of her ankle, his eyes focused on hers.]
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[Once he has licked to her liking, she reaches out and cups his chin in her hand so that they absolutely, positively can't not make eye contact.]
[And no, she doesn't lower her voice so only the two of them can hear her. Of course not.]
Good boy.
You could make good extra wages from the ambassadors in this room. I give you permission.
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[By some small miracle he manages to keep the ire out of his voice. He maintains eye contact, cool and composed.]
Will you be paying my wages, or them?
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[She pats his cheek, and leans back. It seems like she might suggest he return to licking, but no—that raised boot is planted into his shoulder. The Mistress shoves him back and away.]
What's your request?
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[he would ordinarily not given an inch, except that he was caught so off guard. he gains his footing quickly enough— only flailing a little bit. He stands, offering a little elezen curtsy as if she hadn't just kicked him down a handful of stairs.]
I request my cat, Lord Byron. I imagine he misses me terribly.
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But fine.
[The Mistress beckons the sack over again, and slips her hand inside, deeper than the bag appears to be. Licking her lips and grasping around, she tries to get a good grip. It is probably no surprise that a cat doesn't like being grabbed by a mysterious hand from another dimension, but the Mistress at least manages to grab Lord Byron by the scruff. She is a lot of things, but she isn't unduly cruel to animals.]
[And out comes the cat.]
[The Mistress immediately passes him off to the guard with the bag.]
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He places the upset cat over his shoulder, holding it much like a toddler. He speaks softly to the mass of white fur, giving it gentle pets.]
Thank you, Mistress. [he bows his head in deference. If there was one thing he had learned growing up was how to put up with mistreatment. He steps away from the dais, back to his friends who just had to watch that humiliating display. ]
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