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THE DOMINATRIX ORDER: FEMDOM EROTICA 4

AFTER CARE

BY J.W. SMITH

Early one morning, roughly three miles outside the Femininus walls, Nadia’s Slave boy veered from his usual path on his morning walk, and his ocean blue eyes fixed upon the Ladorian Harbor docks where the medicines and other exports were shipped out on the boats. A unique, intimidating vessel caught his eye, sending chills through every centimeter of his taught, nude body. That particular vessel was used to ship slaves who had been sentenced to the prison labor camps in Mater. The slaves were to be sent across the vast seas, away to the mountains of Mater, never to return.

Slave boy stood frozen, his feet like lead weights, and he nearly dropped the dozen roses he held in his hands as he watched the slaves being loaded onto the ship. The slaves were all nude; each one wore a leather hood that covered his or her entire head and face. The leather hoods all had a mouth opening, and Slave boy could see that each slave had a ball gag in his mouth. The faceless, nameless slaves were whipped by the dock Mistresses as they boarded the vessel in single file with their hands bound behind their backs and their ankles bound in shackles. In that moment, Slave boy thought of how Nadia had told him that General Callisto intended to send her to Mater, and his paralyzing fear transformed into kinetic panic, and he bolted away from the sight of the docks, back to Femininus.

Slave boy entered the Femininus gates, his emotional state capable of changing rather quickly at his age of twenty, as the distress from witnessing the Mater vessel had been replaced with the elation of soon getting to see his Mistress. Nadia would be returning that day after her two Days of Absentia. Slave boy stopped in his tracks as he saw Goddess Isabella Verus speaking with General Callisto and General Suarez of the Imperium army.

Isabella stood tall, commanding and yet lovely in her early forties, dressed in her flowing white gown with a low cut deep V neck, her blonde curls flowing down to her voluminous cleavage. Her slave Worm was positioned on his stomach on the ground in front of Isabella, as Isabella dug the heel of her stiletto boot into his back. Slave boy found it quite arousing that Isabella could be so cruel, even to a mature man in his very late forties such as Worm, having him suffer underneath the heal of her boot, wearing nothing but a ball gag, collar, and chastity cage. General Suarez stood nearly as tall as Isabella, her frame appearing frail in comparison to Isabella’s curvy body. General Suarez was nearly fifty; her younger counterpart, General Callisto, being in her late twenties. General Callisto’s eerie demeanor was accentuated by her pale skin, her diminutive frame, and her beady eyes.

Slave boy feared that he may disrupt Supreme Leader Isabella and the Imperium Generals as they stood in his path to the city, and so he remained motionless with his eyes fixed to the ground, listening as General Suarez spoke.

“In accordance with Artemisian law, Imperium has control over the distribution of medications throughout the entire country. We need to speak with you in regards to Medication 42. Femininus is the sole supplier of Medication 42. We know that in the past Femininus has supplied us with fifty percent of your production of Medication 42, we now require you to supply us with ninety percent,” General Suarez said.

“Imperium is being absolutely ridiculous in this matter,” Isabella said. “If we give you ninety percent of our production, we will not have enough supply of Medication 42 to treat all of our citizens and slaves in the event of an epidemic.”

“Supreme Leader Isabella, this not up for deliberation. You must supply us with ninety percent of your production of Medication 42. You know that you have to comply. This is not some matter that you can overturn, like when you halted our search for the missing Imperium slave,” General Suarez said.

General Callisto approached Isabella, and although she had to look up into Isabella’s eyes, she was still able to stare her down as she spoke. “We are going to get those medicines. And while we are at it, we are going to get Slave 111 back as well,” General Callisto said.

“Even if your missing slave was here, how exactly do you plan on doing that? You were forced by the Supreme Leader of Imperium to cease your searches over six months ago,” Isabella said.

“I believe you and I will reach an understanding on the matter,” General Callisto said.

“General Callisto and I demand justice be served to the missing Imperium slave,” General Suarez said. “We will not give up, either one of us, until Slave 111 is sent away to Mater,” General Suarez added.

Just then, Isabella’s slave Blondie approached. An athletic young man in his late twenties, he appeared virile and fit, with broad shoulders, smooth, sturdy muscles, and that beautiful golden blonde hair of his. He was nude and his cock hung long and thick; his balls were full and tight and robust. He was Isabella’s most prized possession, and as he approached, Slave boy faintly bursa escort noticed her eyes light up like a glimmer of the full moon’s reflection on a stream. Blondie hesitated a moment, as he was still not as thoroughly broken in as most other slaves, and then he obediently knelt before Isabella.

“Goddess Isabella, the other Goddesses ordered me to inform you that the Council session was to begin already. Your presence is requested,” Blondie said.

“I must be going, Generals. I will be taking up this matter with your Supreme Leader,” Isabella said, and they all parted ways.

Slave boy continued his walk home to Nadia’s. He strolled down the dirt roads, by the clay houses and businesses, passing through the hustle and bustle of Mistresses being pulled in rickshaws by their slaves. He approached former Representative Johanna Aletheia’s home. He saw her rushing out her front door on her way to the Council session, dressed in her navy blue pantsuit and matching mid rise pants, appearing statuesque and powerful, with a voluptuous body and thick, full, dark brown hair. Johanna was stopped at the door by Pomona, who wore a white lace camisole and matching white lace bikini panties, showing off her supple, curvy young body. Pomona quickly handed Johanna her briefcase, which she had nearly forgotten. And although she was already running unusually late, Johanna took a few moments to embrace her pet.

Slave boy continued down the dirt road. He saw Mistresses Rachel and Maria approaching. They were headed off to their two Days of Absentia. Slave boy looked over to the other side of the road and saw Sissy Slut cautiously shadowing the two Mistresses. Sissy Slut kept his distance, walking several paces behind them on the other side of the road, attempting to remain inconspicuous. His feminine gait was accentuated by the French Maid’s uniform and black fishnet stockings he wore. Rachel and Maria soon noticed Sissy Slut. Maria turned and she scowled at him. She yelled at him from across the road.

“Sissy Slut, we have all told you a thousand times now, you are not to follow us on our Days of Absentia. Get over here, now,” Maria commanded.

Sissy Slut traipsed across the road to Maria. Maria brandished her riding crop. Slave boy passed by them as he continued to Nadia’s. As Slave boy walked away, he heard the sounds of the riding crop striking Sissy Slut’s bottom and Sissy Slut whining and wailing. Slave boy strolled up the path to Nadia’s house. He paused for a moment at the door, turned around and looked back at the dirt roads and clay houses of Femininus, and he smiled.

Slave boy hid the roses in the cupboard upon his arrival to Nadia’s home. A few moments later, Nadia walked down the hall and approached him. A beauty in her late twenties, she possessed a lissome, petite body with tan, bronzed skin, revealed in her turquoise floral print cotton summer dress. She greeted him with warm hazel eyes and a lascivious smile. Nadia rushed to him, resting her head against his tight chest, and they embraced.

“I missed you, Slave boy,” Nadia said.

“I missed you as well, Mistress. How were your Days of Absentia?” Slave boy asked.

Nadia withdrew from him, scowling with intimidation, and said, “You know you are to not ask me about the Days of Absentia.”

“I’m terribly sorry, Mistress. I only meant to ask how you were doing is all,” Slave boy said.

Slave boy humbly bowed his head and fixed his eyes to the ground. Nadia delighted in the fact that even though he towered over her, despite her short stature and petite frame, she possessed undeniable control over him. She glared at him for a moment longer, but she could not suppress her happiness upon seeing him, and she cracked a warm, coy smile. She took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom.

Nadia crawled onto the bed and as she did so, her summer dress hiked up, revealing her perfect bare ass to him, as well as revealing her marking of the number 111 in italics, which had been permanently branded on the outer part of her butt cheek. Nadia and Slave boy lay down in the bed facing one another, holding onto each other’s forearms. Nadia ran her fingers up and down his forearm and he did the same with hers. She mused at their differences; her forearm being dainty and delicate, his being robust and thick. She relished the sensation of touching his muscles, of teasing her fingertips along the rugged veins of his forearm. He gazed upon her and his hopeful, ocean blue eyes soon filled with worry.

“What is wrong, Slave boy? You look as though something is troubling you?” Nadia asked.

“Well Mistress, this morning I walked by the Ladorian docks where they send the slaves away to Mater. And I just got scared. I cannot help but fear that I may one day be sent away on that ship to Mater,” Slave boy said.

“I watched my brother taken away on that ship to Mater,” Nadia said and looked at him with her sorrowful, hazel eyes. Slave boy reached out and caressed her cheek.

“I’m so sorry, Mistress. I’m sorry that happened to you. It isn’t malatya escort fair, all the things you’ve been through,” Slave boy said.

“There is a cave not far from there, close to the rose garden, that I hid in after I escaped from Imperium. I hid inside that cave for weeks before I made my way to Femininus,” Nadia said and paused for a moment. “Promise me again that you won’t tell anyone about me.”

“Yes Mistress, of course. I promise,” Slave boy said. An idea came to fruition, but he hesitated from fear of seeming presumptuous. The thought struggled and strained in his mind until finally he spoke. “What about Goddess Isabella? Perhaps she can help. Perhaps she can give you some sort of a pardon or something.”

“I cannot have Isabella find out. She will feel betrayed that I have lied to her,” Nadia said.

Nadia exhaled a heavy, burdened sigh. Slave boy watched as a million worries washed over Nadia’s delicate face. He rushed out of the room and moments later he returned with the roses. He knelt on the floor beside the bed and presented the roses to her. Nadia sat up. Her wild golden brown hair cascaded down her breasts, and her full, pouty lips formed the loveliest of smiles.

“It’s been over six months since Isabella was able to halt Callisto’s searches. They can’t look for me here anymore. We haven’t any need for the roses. Why ever did you bring them?” Nadia asked.

“All for you, my Mistress,” her Slave boy said. And Nadia smiled.

Over the next several weeks, Isabella invited Nadia to her castle so that Nadia could give her oil painting lessons. Nadia was gifted in the art form and Isabella was an ardent pupil, eager to learn and to pick up a new hobby. On one day in particular, several weeks into Isabella’s lessons, the two Mistresses were joined by Slave boy, Blondie, and Worm.

The ladies were both dressed in the casual attire of summer dresses, Isabella’s was lavender and Nadia’s white. Isabella ordered Worm to bend over forward at the waist and hold himself in the awkward position of placing his palms flat on the floor as well as his feet, keeping his arms and legs extended straight. Isabella and Nadia then used Worm’s lower back as a table to place their paint palettes on. Worm was required to hold the position for hours, his aged arms and legs wobbling as he struggled, his nude body being used as human furniture. Slave boy had to serve the Mistresses wine and cheese as they worked. Isabella and Nadia decided that Blondie would make the best subject for their paintings that day. Blondie was completely nude and he was ordered to stand perfectly still as Nadia and Isabella each painted a portrait of him. All of his muscles tensed and tightened as he held his pose, from his broad shoulders to his fine pectoral muscles, down his tight abs to the V shape at the lower abdominals leading to his thick, long cock. And if Blondie so much as flinched, Isabella would swiftly whip him with her riding crop.

Isabella and Nadia spent the remainder of the afternoon drinking and painting. As Isabella worked on her painting, she regarded Nadia’s with inquisitive eyes. She noticed that in the background of Nadia’s painting, Nadia had added a surreal looking, crimson horizon behind Blondie.

“Nadia, I couldn’t help but notice the background you have added to your painting. It looks lovely,” Isabella said.

“Why, thank you Goddess Isabella. I always paint a crimson red horizon in all of my works. I have found it to be the most beautiful of all the sunsets. I put it there to remind me that there is always something else, there is always someplace else, beyond where I am at the moment,” Nadia said.

“Thank you so much for teaching me to paint. I am very appreciative,” Isabella said as she dipped her paintbrush in the paint on her palette.

“Well, thank you for training me to become the dominatrix I am today. I have always, always wished to be a dominatrix. The feeling of power and adoration, the smell of the leather, the look in my slave’s eyes,” Nadia said.

“Oh Nadia, you describe it so vividly. The look in a slave’s eyes is my absolute favorite part as well; the adoration, the fear, the lust,” Isabella said, biting her lip as she smiled.

“Thank you again for training me, thank you for all of this,” Nadia said.

“It’s nothing, really. It has been so rewarding watching you flourish. Dominatrix training is something I have always taken a liking to. I enjoy the process, as well as the company,” Isabella said as they both continued painting. Isabella sat down her brush, pensive as she turned her attention towards Nadia.

“I feel a bit self-conscious, beginning this hobby at my age,” Isabella said.

“I’ve always said, ‘It’s never too soon, and it’s never too late,'” Nadia said.

Isabella thought to herself as she turned to Slave boy, who stood nude and held a tray full of cheeses and crackers in one hand, and a tray with two glasses of wine in the other. He stood with heedful poise, warily balancing the trays in his hands. His taut, muscular arms had tensed çanakkale escort up considerably, as he had been holding the trays for an excruciating amount of time. Isabella gave him a roguish smile as she procured a piece of cheese and put it to her lovely lips, savoring it in her mouth before swallowing.

“You know Nadia, I could do this all day, painting as our slaves serve us,” Isabella said.

“I was just about to say the same thing,” Nadia said as she too playfully smiled at Slave boy and took a piece of cheese. “This cheese is delicious. It reminds me of the cheese we had on the farm that my mother worked on.”

“Your mother was a farmer? Mine was as well,” Isabella said.

“My mother expected me to follow in her trade. I was always more interested in politics and the arts,” Nadia said.

“Politics and the arts, I’ll drink to that,” Isabella said as the grabbed the glasses of wine and handed one to Nadia. The Mistresses then touched the rims of their wine glasses together.

“We have so much in common. It is almost as though we are the same person,” Nadia said.

“We have very much in common indeed,” Isabella said, looking Nadia’s Slave boy up and down with her impish, libidinous eyes.

Throughout the afternoon and into evening, the wine continued to pour and it flowed with their laughter and their hopes and the strokes of their paintbrushes, culminating in the completion of the paintings; and both Mistresses stood back to admire their finished works. They had captured Blondie’s essence in two distinct ways; Isabella’s painting was filled with lust, while Nadia’s portrait of him captured his rugged beauty. As they studied the paintings, Isabella winced and gripped her forehead with her fingertips. Blondie took notice and with great concern he approached his Goddess.

“Goddess, you’ve neglected to wear your glasses again and it’s given you a headache. Allow me to help you to bed” Blonde said.

“No, I prefer Plaything help me. He always was quite good at massaging the tension away,” Isabella said and then drunkenly turned to Nadia. “Nadia, did I ever tell you that I used to call your Slave boy ‘Plaything’? Did I ever tell you that?”

“No, I don’t believe you have,” Nadia said with apprehension.

“You wouldn’t mind if I borrowed him, would you?” Isabella asked.

“No, of course not,” Nadia said, her apprehension metamorphosing into panic.

Isabella grabbed the small handheld call bell that sat on the nearby table. She rang the bell and Sissy Slut appeared in the doorway almost instantly, dressed in his French maid’s uniform and stockings.

“Sissy Slut, fetch me my robe,” Isabella said and just as quickly as Sissy Slut dashed out of the room, he reappeared with her sheer silk black robe.

Isabella disrobed slowly, stripping down to her lavender lace bra and matching G string panties. Her breasts nearly overflowed the top of her bra, and Slave boy caught a glimpse of the tops of her large areolas and her hard nipples as they poked out from the lace fabric, taunting him, driving him wild with lust. She loosened her bra and then removed it quickly and yet with smooth finesse. Slave boy leered at her large, gorgeous, perfect breasts. She turned away from him and removed her panties as she swayed her hips from side to side, revealing her curvy, sexy bare ass to him. His eyes followed her curves from the small of her back all the way down to the curves of the bottoms of her ass cheeks. It had been a long time since Slave boy had seen Isabella’s body, and his cock reacted immediately, swelling up, with his blood pumping through its veins and adrenaline surging through it all the way from the shaft to the engorged, dark purplish head.

“Sissy Slut, take my clothing to the laundry,” Isabella ordered.

“Yes, Supreme Goddess,” Sissy Slut said and then he retrieved the clothing from the floor and carried it all away.

Slave boy helped Isabella into her sheer robe, inhaling deeply, stealing a sniff of the faint scent from her hair and her shoulder. Isabella playfully grabbed Slave boy by his throbbing cock and she led him to her bedroom, gripping his raging hard on tighter, lightly digging her nails into the underside of his cock, as they approached her bed. Isabella released him from her grip and Slave boy eased her onto the bed. She lay on her stomach and pulled up her robe. Her ass was completely exposed to his desperate gaze. She kept her left leg straight and bent her right leg, sticking her curvy, voluptuous ass cheek up in the air. He noticed as her ass cheek jiggled for the briefest fraction of time, and then it settled into the perfect display of feminine curves. He couldn’t help how he felt in that moment; he wanted her body more than he had ever wanted anything in his entire life, his desire was carnal and yet overwhelmingly emotional.

Isabella rolled over onto her back and Slave boy began massaging her forehead. Isabella soon relaxed, her voluptuous, gorgeous body melting into the mattress. Her robe was open, and Slave boy gazed at her breasts as they moved up and down with each relaxed breath she took. Isabella felt great comfort in how he took care of her in her moment of need. She trusted him to the point that she could simply just let go as he nurtured her back to health. After some time, Isabella removed her robe and rolled over onto her stomach, bending her curvaceous legs and playfully kicking them in the air.

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