“Get up, Wyvvs, we have to be going,” he calls as I absently close my eyes in the morning sunlight and shyly cover my chest with my arm.
“Going where, what are you talking about Rick?” I slide my bare legs to the edge of the mattress and sit there for a moment in nothing but my black panties. He walks back over to me, fully dressed and prepared already, slides his hand around the back of my neck, tilts my head back, and kisses me caringly on my soft red lips.
“It’s a surprise, Wyvvs, I can’t tell you yet.” He kisses me again and places his other palm against my ribs. I feel it sliding smoothly up towards my breasts, before he abruptly stops and pulls it away.
I lower my arms, subtly offering my naked breasts to him. “Something wrong?”
“Nothing, I’m just not allowed to…” he laughs. “Nevermind, come on we have to go!” I stand up as he motions to the dresser, where he had already laid out an elaborate array of clothing for me. My gold and black laced panties and bra, a black garter belt and stockings, my sleeveless amber dress, jewelery, and bright yellow heels. “Come on, babe, hurry up and get dressed.”
“Wow, this must be something spectacular you have planned.” I pull my bedtime panties down over my wide hips, past my thighs, down to my ankles, and step out of them, letting him stare at me naked for a moment. After he makes no obvious attempt to touch me, I shrug and commence adorning myself with the attire he had selected for me.
He puts me into his car and we drive for several hours into another town. He doesn’t say very much throughout the trip, but looks strangely more and more nervous the further we continue. Finally, we stop at a very elegant house, a manor, actually. He stops the car and we get out, where a butler takes the keys from my boyfriend and proceeds to park the car in another large building further along the private driveway. It seems very luxurious, and I’m a little excited as we approach the front door and are allowed to enter by another polite servant.
From the main hall I can see four staircases; two ascending and two descending. I wonder where they may lead, but Rick hurriedly grasps my bare shoulder and pulls me to our left. We enter a smaller room with dark red carpeting and walls. A tall, imposing man is standing there patiently there in a black suit. He motions to the corner of the room, where I see a large pleated chair, much like a throne, situated in front of two small red pillows laid on the floor before it.
“Silence,” the man speaks sharply. “We will discuss your tardiness momentarily. Assume your place, Ricky.”
Confused and embarrassed by my boyfriend’s pathetic submissiveness, I scowl as I watch him obey and quickly move toward the throne and pillows. To add to my shock and disgust, he then kneels upon one of the pillows.
Clearly satisfied with his established dominance, the man finally turns to me. He’s exquisitely dressed and matches the elegance of the rest of the room and mansion. He’s also very calm and composed, as if he knowingly commands a spell capable of commandeering anyone’s obedience.
Finally, the man speaks again, glancing towards Rick. “You didn’t tell her? I’m not surprised.” He turns patiently back to me, but clearly reaching the limits of his so far hospitable nature. “Woman, since you’re sadly unprepared, I’ll say this once as a courtesy; move to your boyfriend and kneel beside him. Now.”
Rick looks back to me, “Wyvvs, please, just do as he says. Please.”
I look to Rick and then back to the man, somehow knowing that every instant I delay is wasted at my own peril.
He speaks again, as if to allow me this moment of hesitation. “At least you dressed her up as I had instructed. Good job, Ricky.”
“Dressed me up?! You dressed me up for another man?!” I feel humiliated already, thinking about how this stranger already knows exactly what underwear I have on.
The man laughs, clearly enjoying how much control he has. “Well, answer your girlfriend, Ricky.”
“..Yes.”
I shake my head and lower it, putting my hand over my face in embarrassment at this situation, feeling like a toy standing there in this gorgeous yellow outfit with this strange man starring right through it. Feeling so weak, I finally make my way to the second pillow and reluctantly get down onto my knees. The man takes plenty of time to come over to us, keeping us in submission and discomfort for maybe ten or fifteen minutes before finally sitting down in his throne in front of us like a god in comparison.
He smiles and looks down at us. “Very well. Let us begin the negotiation for my… utilization… of this female.”
END OF PART ONE
