by Princess and Her treasure



  Chapter Ninteen  

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Allanah slipped in the door softly, her face neutral. A feeling of dread crept over him when he realized she was wearing a gold necklace with James' dragon insignia on it. He had to steel himself to keep from sobbing.

“If you'd care to say anything to me, now is the time, Pablo.”

His lip quivered, then he swallowed hard, eyes shutting while he composed himself. His voice was unsteady, and his heart refused to stop hurtling against the wall of his chest.

“Mistress, I-” His voice broke off and he had to take another moment.

Pablo's body stiffened, his head coming up slowly, yet defiantly, eyes staring straight ahead as he spoke, “Will you send us all to the same household, or will we be separated?”

Allanah quirked one eyebrow at him and inhaled softly, her body remaining relaxed, not betraying the typhoon of emotions whipping about her. Her voice was calm almost to the point of condescension, “I wasn't aware I was sending anyone away. Is there somewhere specifically you'd like to go?”

Pablo looked relieve, then confused and was unsure of how to ask what he wanted, no, needed to know. She saved him the trouble.

“No one is going to be sent anywhere. Yes, this is James' collar. Yes, I did request it. And no, he has not been given charge over any of you. Though you may wish that it was he who decided your punishment, as James has a tenancy toward immediate, no fuss discipline.”

Pablo winced, having tried not to think of what his punishment might be, knowing that after the way he behaved, he would be in for something very harsh. Mistress was known for her creative and especially appropriate punishments. She firmly believed in letting the punishment fit the crime. He shuddered as his stomach started to clench.

“I am sure I don't need to tell you that what you did was completely unacceptable. I am also sure that you will begin AA meetings again as of today. You will attend at least one per day for the next three months, three per week for the following three months and at least one per week for the next six months after that. At that time we will evaluate your progress together and discuss our options further. Joshua has been kind enough to find a place nearby for you to attend.

“This is not part of your punishment, but it is something that you have prove you obviously need. As for your punishment, you will not be allowed to return to the university to complete your cooking degree this semester. After your AA meeting today, you will go and withdraw from any classes you have signed up for. You have also lost any extracurricular privileges not directly related to your work here for at least one month. You will not spend the night with me for the same amount of time.”

Pablo felt a catch in his throat and tears began to stream down his face. She had never banished him for such a long period of time. He felt an immediate emptiness begin to gnaw at him as the realization of what he'd done sunk in.

“You will be responsible for the same duties around the house, as long as you believe you can make it through the day without flinging food at anyone.” She didn't wait for him to answer.

“The walls did not suffer your rampage well, you will repaint them immediately after dinner tonight. Have Andrew pick up the supplies you need right away.

“And of course, you will go to James, and apologize. You will also offer yourself to him for the rest of his time here. You will serve him in any way he requests. Is this clear?”

Pablo's humiliation had never before been so complete. To have to not only serve, but offer himself to the one man in all the world that he hated, was worse than anything he could have imagined.

“Yes, Mistress,” he forced himself to respond, and waited for her to leave the room before he sank to his knees and sobbed into the carpet.

James took the leash and gave it a gentle tug, beckoning the girl toward him.  He led her to the center of the room and dropped the chain, letting it hang down between her legs.  He watched her shiver as the chain swung and then stilled.  She was far more lovely than he had remembered her.  He remembered a girl more like a wounded sparrow that would have barely fetched an auction fee for a domestic.  But his Princess had seen past that to a hidden core.

He gave the hand gesture for her to assume the second of the presentation displays used in auctions as she was already in the first.  There was a seconds hesitation as uncertainty and fear flickered into her eyes, but she obeyed as best as she could with her arms bound.  She turned her back to him, made sure her legs were spread well and bent at the waist.

James could sense her emotions and was aroused.  So eager, so submissive, so full of passion and desire and yet with a delicious line of nervousness and fear that heightened it all to an epicurean flavor.   He stepped forward, and ran his finger gently over her wetness and felt himself harden almost painfully at the noise she made.  God, his Princess was going to pay for this torture.  He ran his hand over the smooth skin of her backside, noting that there were no lasting marks on the skin.  He ached to redden it with his hand and hear her cry out and beg and plead, squirming in hunger.

Abruptly, he stopped touching Kayli and took his seat again, making a brisk order for her to come kneel by him.  She obeyed and he could tell she was aching as she rocked a bit on her heels.  He took the leash and fixed it to the hook on the desk so that she had to kneel up very straight and still or pull on her nipples.

When Allanah came back into the study, she saw her slave girl maintaining a perfect posture and her old Master with an extremely hungry look in his eye.

Pablo pushed the serving cart down the hall slowly.  He had just gotten back from the humiliation of the AA meeting to find Andrew cooking. 

"Mistress and Master James are in her personal study.  They have requested lunch for four.  I think they have Kayli in there with them.  You should have seen her at breakfast, man.  I was so hoping that she was the breakfast danish.  I thought Josh was going to cum in his little tailored lawyer pants just looking at her." Andrew had chattered as he helped set up the cart with the place settings, linens and arranged plates.

Pablo nodded curtly, too scared of what was to happen to be able to make conversation.  And now he stood before the door.  For his Mistress he would do this, and for no one or nothing else.  He knocked.

"Enter," she called.

He opened the door and pushed the cart in and stopped, his eyes quickly catching the scene.  Kayli was bound over the coffee table with a vibrator in her.  She seemed to be working very hard not to cum while Allanah and James worked at the desk.

He knelt by the cart, waiting for instructions and listened to the pleasurable suffering of Kayli.

Allanah looked up for the paperwork and nodded to Pablo, "You may serve three of the dishes on Kayli and then present yourself."

"Yes, Mistress," Pablo stood and mechanically went about his serving duty.  Kayli lay as still as possible, concentrating on her breathing to keep the throbbing pleasure at bay.  She had been so intent on it, she hadn't heard Mistress' command and was startled when Pablo lay a cool plate between her breasts, another on her stomach and a third on her pelvis.  Next he arranged the silverware.  Her toes curled as she became more aroused.

The "table" set, Pablo walked over to James and in his best pleasure slave training knelt in front of him, touching his forehead to the floor, "Please, Sir.  This slave begs permission to speak."

James lifted an eye toward Allanah and then looked at Paco or whatever his name was. "Speak."

Pablo tried not to grind his teeth that James had not let him up.  He schooled his voice, "I beg you, Sir, to forgive me for insulting You last night, for preparing food that I knew you disliked, for being drunk in your presence, for ruining your dinner and time with Mistress, for throwing things and making a scene, for swearing.  I offer," he choked a bit on that word but plowed ahead. "I offer myself to you as your personal slave to do with as you wish for the remainder of your time here."

James gave another curious look to Allanah.  She dipped her head slightly in a single nod.  He was tempted to throw the offer back, but that would undermine the punishment, and he was not in the habit of letting misbehavior off lightly.  "Nicely worded, Slave.  I accept your offer.  Please stand and remove your outer clothing.  I wish to see what I have to work with."

Pablo could not help the soft moan of despair as he rose to his feet and began to unbutton his shirt.  In a few minutes he was standing only in his black thong.

"I can see why you have him, Princess," James admired, "He is very well built, and nicely hung.  Do I remember correctly that he is pleasure trained?"

"Yes, James, he is," Allanah got up and moved to the couch next to Kayli and chose the plate at her breasts.  She stroked the girls breasts softly, "Come and eat.  Joshua will be up here in awhile to go over his suggestions for the fund investments.  The fourth plate there on the cart is for Pablo.  I thought I would leave it up to you as to how he is fed."

James stood and walked to the cupboard and removed from it a pair of leather cuffs.  Pablo felt like he had been sold as they were put on him.  He dropped his gaze to the floor, to humiliated to look up.  He was the alpha slave, submissive only to Mistress.  This couldn't be happening.  He felt James fasten a sturdy leather collar around his neck and he made a noise of disbelief.

"Slave, so this will have to do as a reminder of your position. Since your Mistress's offer was only temporary, I'll not mark you," James said walking around Pablo.  He reached out and stroked Pablo's cock through the thin material of the thong. "You hate to admit it, don't you, but you are aroused by what I have done. Aren't you?"

Pablo looked to Mistress for help, but she was feeding Kayli bites of food and playing with her nipples, deliberately ignoring him.  He had to answer.  It was a direct question.  That hand kept moving over his cock and God, it felt good. "Y-Yes, Sir."

"Kneel by me and be fed your lunch.  Keep your legs spread and maybe we can convince Princess to let her little girl here to suck you off, if you please me."

Lunch progressed fairly quietly for the first few minutes.  Pablo held his form and took the bites of food that James offered to him with as much graciousness as he could muster.  He felt like at any moment he could be sick right there.

James put down the fork, judging the slave's emotional state.  Personally, he thought that his Princess coddled the boy, but he didn't want to make the punishment too harsh for him.  Still, he had been given his use, and he would use him as he would use a slave normally gifted to him for a few days.

"You may take me out and suck me now, slave."  He was actually quite curious about Paco's oral skills.  With such high training credentials, he should be quite something.

Pablo paled and gave another frantic glance at Allanah for deliverance. Her attention was on Kayli who was whispering luscious pleas to her Mistress.

James caught Pablo's chin firmly in his hand and forced him to look at him, "You are better trained than that or you would not hold the position you do in this house.  Fetch the crop, all fours please."

"Y-Yes, Sir." Pablo felt like he had already taken a lash.  He crawled across the room to the cabinet and retrieved Mistress' fine leather crop, carrying it back elegantly in his mouth.  Numbly, he presented it to James.

With amazing strength, James pulled Pablo up over his knee and gave him five sharp strokes across his buttocks before letting him down, "Shall we try again?"

Hot tears in his eyes, Pablo opened James black trousers and with dexterous grace pulled him out and began to suck on him.  He dredged up the skills his former Mistress had drilled into him so many years ago.  He would please James, not for his pleasure, but for Mistress.  He would do anything to know that Mistress had forgiven him.

James gave out a moan of surprise and pleasure.  This slave was incredible.  No wonder his Princess kept him around.  He was going to have to spare the expense to send one of his slaves to that pleasure trainer.  He wondered what Princess would be like if she had gone through that training.  He wrapped his fingers in Pablo's hair, and heard the slave whimper.  He could feel the slave's cock against his leg getting harder and longer.  He wondered how nicely this slave would beg.

James signaled Pablo to stop and fed him some more lunch.  He would have to send Lisette for the pleasure slave training.  She had just signed a five year contract. "Some more, slave."

Pablo blinked back the tears of shame as he leaned forward to take James in his mouth again.  He hated this man and his hold over his Mistress.  And now, even more than that, he hated him for what he was making him feel.  He could feel the strength of James dominance and the ease with which he brought him to submission.  Pablo hated that his body was so eagerly responding to the aura of power that James gave, until his cock pressed almost painfully against the thong.  It had been a long time since someone had made him feel so much like a slave.

Suddenly his mouth was full of James cum.  Now the tears did flow as he fought his gag reflex and swallowed what was given to him.  He felt like his heart was breaking, that he was miles away from his Mistress, and he knew it was no one's fault but his own.