The following chapter includes depictions of implied consensual intoxication. Reader discretion is advised.

Opening the door and beckoning her through, Elva finds herself in an open room that felt larger than any she’d seen before. Straight ahead the floor was empty save for a lush carpet leading to a door on the opposite wall. On the left side of the room, there were numerous sitting chairs and sofas, as well as tables of varying sizes. 

To the right, there was furniture she was familiar with, though they were just as numerous and most dark colored and strangely shaped. On the adjacent wall, an enormous collection of foreign implements made of wood, leather, and metal hung elegantly on display. “Pay no mind to those yet, kitten,” Mistress tells Elva as she places her hand on her slave’s back, walking her to the center of the room. 

Stopping Elva just before an armchair, Mistress takes a seat and begins to stare at Elva, as if marveling at a trophy. 

Feeling exposed, Elva averts her eyes from Mistress. ‘Oh no, I feel so naked. It’s like she’s undressing me with her mind.’

“What a wonderful idea, kitten,” Mistress teases Elva with a grin. ‘…betrayed by my thoughts, again…’

“I find they can be much more honest than words. Undress for me, my little kitten,” Mistress orders, her voice warm and alluring. Flushing heavily, Elva’s eyes dart around the room as if expecting someone else to be watching. “It’s just you and me, kitten. Let me see what my contract has bought me.”

Slowly lowering her gaze, Elva begins to undo the laces behind her dress, slowly pulling her sleeves off her shoulders until her breasts stood bare in the still air. “Stop there for a moment, kitten,” Mistress says as Elva lowers the dress past her stomach. “I rarely see such a beautiful specimen these days and I wish to savor this sight.”

‘B–beautiful? No one’s ever said that about me before…’

A moment later Mistress says, “Thank you for being such a good kitten. You may continue now.” Nervously Elva complies, gently pulling the dress over her hips, letting it fall to the floor. Shy and exposed, Elva attempts to cover her nipples and crotch. “Hands at your side, kitten. You’re far too pretty for me to allow you to hide from my sight.” Complying, Elva holds her hands at her side, fidgeting heavily at being complimented again.

Licking her lips, Mistress commands, “turn around for me, kitten.” Shyly Elva begins to turn around before being stopped while facing directly away. “Stay right there for me, kitten.” Glancing back Elva sees Mistress’ biting her bottom lip, looking intently at her rear, before averting her gaze ahead of her.

With a chuckle, Mistress stands and wraps her arms around Elva, gently caressing her petite body. Hot and flustered, Elva begins to breathe heavily as Mistress’ soft hands explore her. Holding Elva’s long, amber hair in her hand, Mistress takes a deep breath as she lifts it to her nose. A sweet sigh escapes her lips as she exhales.

“Uhm… Mistress?” Elva asks, still too shy to turn and face her.

“May I share a secret with you, kitten?” Mistress whispers into her ear. Shivering at how close her breath felt, Elva waits for her to answer.

Gently Mistress touches Elva’s cheek and turns her head to face her. Eyes locked, Elva’s mind goes quiet, lost in the soft gaze of Mistress’ red eyes. “I’ve always preferred the taste of redheads.” Mistress’ eyes close as she pulls Elva’s lips to hers, taking in the taste of her tongue. ‘How… how can she tell how I taste… over how sweet she tastes…’

Elva’s mind goes blank as Mistress’ kisses and gently caresses her. ‘I–I could get used to this…’

Pulling her lips away, a string of saliva breaking as they separate, Mistress teases, “Mmh, I could too, my kitten. But now that you’ve whetted my appetite, I’m ready to break fast. Are you ready, my kitten?” Short of breath, already missing the sweet taste of Mistress’ tongue, Elva nods yes. “Yes, Mistress. I want to hear you say it, kitten.” Seeing Elva fidgeting in place, struggling to get the words out, Mistress decides to trace Elva’s ear with her finger. “Your ears turn such a lovely shade of pink when you’re embarrassed, kitten,” she whispers.

Hands clenched at her side, Elva finally manages to whisper, “Y–yes, Mistress.”

With a wide grin, Mistress replies, “such an honest kitten you are,” before stealing a quick kiss. Circling Elva, Mistress gently takes her wrists in her hands and holds them together. “Do you trust me, kitten?” Mistress inquiries, her words soft yet eager. Feeling the warmth of Mistress’ hands, Elva nods yes.

Bringing a finger to her red lips, kissing the tip, she then circles it around Elva’s wrists. As the invisible circle closes, a translucent band, glowing in hues of pink and purple, appears around her wrists. Struggling to move, Elva finds that the band holds her wrists tightly and no matter how hard she pulled, her wrists didn’t move.

“Please, struggle more for me, kitten. It’s so cute to watch you squirm,” her words send a shiver down Elva’s spine as she continues to fidget and struggle. Seemingly satisfied with Elva’s display, Mistress grabs her wrists and pulls them above her head. Finding herself barely able to keep off her toes, Elva tries to brace herself as she pulls against the band, finding no freedom in her movement.

“Oh, such a wonderful dance you have. I could watch you struggle all day, precious kitten,” Mistress steps closer to Elva, her intoxicating aroma leaving her head dizzy. “But I regret to say I’m hungry, and I just can’t wait for my meal to ferment any longer, kitten.” Grasping her hair, Mistress pulls Elva’s lips to hers as she continues to explore her body. Reaching her breast, Mistress’ gentle gropes send goosebumps down her spine, a stifled moan escaping her lips.

‘It… it feels so… different… I… had no idea…’ Elva struggles to think, overwhelmed by these new sensations and feelings.

Pulling her lips away again, Mistress whispers, “don’t get too distracted, kitten. I haven’t even gotten to the main course.” Gently kissing her neck, Elva’s voice trembles, and moans, legs feeling weak as she rests some weight on the unmovable band above her. As Mistress’ fingertips travel down her thigh, Elva shudders as she finds herself wishing Mistress would move her hand higher.

“How eager my kitten is,” Mistress teases as she circles the inside of Elva’s thigh. Whispering in Elva’s ear, “Tell me what you want and I’ll make you purr, kitten.”

‘There is no way I can say that aloud!’ grimacing, Elva continues to stifle her moans.

Continuing to tease, Mistress whispers, “You’d be surprised what you’re capable of with a little…” her hand wanders up slightly higher, nearly reaching her hip, “…incentive, kitten.” A sharp moan finally escapes Elva’s lips. “My, my, how eager you are. I still need your voice to match your thoughts, kitten.” Elva opens her eyes and bites her lip, ears turning a new shade of red.

“P-please Mistress, I want… I need you to touch me…” she says slowly, staring desperately into Mistress’ eyes. 

Mistress grins with satisfaction before whispering, “As you wish, kitten,” before finally tracing her fingers to her soft lips, delicately exploring the folds of her labia. Unable to compose herself any longer, Elva trembles and moans as her most sensitive places are traced one after the other. 

“Mistress, I–I–,” Elva struggles to say, her vision growing dizzy as the pleasure becomes too much to bear; her head Hot and arms straining from her legs being nearly useless to support her weight. Mistress retreats her hand and raises a finger to her quivering lips.

“Not yet, kitten. This hunger I have can’t be satisfied like this,” Mistress whispers before slowly kneeling, taking the time to kiss Elva’s chest and stomach on the way down. Gently grasping Elva’s leg, Mistress lifts it over her shoulder, allowing her to rest her weight. “More comfortable, kitten?”

“Y–yes mistress,” Elva manages to say through heavy breaths, thankful for the relief her arms and legs felt. Looking down, however, Elva’s eyes widen as she squirms in embarrassment when she realizes that her legs are now forced open and Mistress’ mouth is inches away from her Sex. Licking her lips, Mistress says something in an unfamiliar language. “Uhm, what–what does that mean, Mistress?” she asks, unsure if she’ll like the answer.

Chuckling, she replies, “It’s just a little saying in demonic tongue. I’m personally quite fond of it. It means: let’s dig in,” Mistress barely finishes before closing her mouth around Elva’s crotch. Shocked by the pleasure, Elva’s voice fails to suppress her moans as her eyes close and her body tenses. 

‘Oh no, I… I can’t… ‘ “Mistress… please…” are the only words she can say before her body convulses, her thighs clenching, squeezing Mistress’ cheeks as her tongue continues to dance. Struggling to contain her voice, Elva cries out, overwhelmed by the magic of Mistress’ touch. ‘When… when does it… it stop…’ Mind blank, Elva surrenders to the pleasure, vision fading to black.

—

Elva’s eyes open slowly again, vision still hazy after her experience. ‘What happened… never has that happened when I comfort myself,’ she thinks, mind still floating.

“You had an Orgasm, kitten, quite a strong one at that,” Mistress whispers as she gently pats her hair. Focusing her vision, Elva realizes she’s laying on her side, staring directly at Mistress’ corset, head in her lap. “Don’t move, kitten, you need to rest,” Mistress whispers sweetly to her.

“Why, why am I laying in your lap,” Elva stammers, trying to avoid raising her gaze higher or lower than the corset.

“You released a great deal of your energy to me, kitten, too much for your first time. Your body needs time to rest and recover.” 

‘I suppose that is why I feel so tired.’ “How long have I been asleep, mistress?”

“A few hours, it’s almost high noon, kitten,” her voice still soft as she continues to stroke Elva’s hair. “You were sleeping so peacefully I couldn’t help but watch.”

Suddenly feeling ashamed, Elva says, “I’m sorry Mistress… I’ll try better…”

Pressing a finger on her lips, Mistress silences Elva with a shush. “Hush, kitten. Please don’t think I’m disappointed. You performed wonderfully, and I’m very proud of you.”

Elva tries to retort, “But… I slept for…”

Shushing her again, “I can’t feed off your energy if you have no energy to give, kitten. And you’ve given me so much I’ve nearly forgotten about lunch.”

Looking up to meet Mistress’ gaze, Elva nods before resting her head back in Mistress’ lap, eyes growing heavy as her hair is gently stoked.

“Rest, kitten. We still have plenty of time; the day is young,” Mistress says before Elva closes her eyes again.