Allowances Pt 1 [FDom, msub, BDSM, oral]

Despite all the rumours and intrigue that swirled about his adoptive father, Richard Adrimar emerged on the political scene untarnished. By the time he was appointed Royal Magus at the age of 24, he had earned an exemplary reputation and the worst that could be said about him- that he was a staid man- was still a compliment in the right company.

 

Outwardly, Archmage Adrimar bore the burden of his reputation with humble pride and a shy smile, keeping hidden the internal struggle he faced when it came to matters of the heart. For all his careful manners and steady judgment, Richard had deposited his heart into the hands of a-

 

 

“*Harlot.*”

 

Ziru looked to Richard, her green eyes snapping up and down as she studied him, fuming as he was in the bathroom’s doorway.

 

“You’re home early.” She lifted a hand from the enamelled tub and gestured at the naked man crouched beside it, his arms still hidden beneath the suds. “Richard, this is… Ferance?”

 

“Ferdinand.” The man had gone stiff with anxiety but hazard a glance over his shoulder paired with an ashen grimace. “She didn’t tell me-“

 

“-tell you to stop.” Ziru’s hand dipped back into the water, seeking to guide Ferdinand back between her legs.

 

Richard had never been a muscular man but he cut an impressive figure as he strode to the tub’s edge. An elemental hand of marble drawn from the chamber’s walls reached forth and grabbed the enveloper by his neck.

 

“Out,” Richard ordered coolly, as if the squirming man had any choice. From the tub, Ziru gave a singular scoff and fixed her eyes on Richard in a glare. Together the couple listened as Ferdinand scrambled about collecting his clothing. When the bedroom door slammed shut, Ziru stretched her head back and sighed.

 

“You’ve ruined my bath,” she groaned, rising from the suds like a goddess from the foam. Soap trailed down along her body, sliding over her curves. Despite his anger, Richard’s eyes were drawn to his woman’s glistening features.

 

“What, no apology?” Still standing in the tub, Ziru turned and flashed a coy smile. “Rinse me.”

 

Richard stood firm and silent but Ziru paid no heed. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, causing her ass to sway. “With your hands.”

 

Bewitched, Richard found himself moving to comply. He turned the spigot on and cupped his hands then drew the water up, pouring it over his Mistress’ body. “You don’t deserve this,” he chastised. “You don’t deserve any of this- not me, not the house, not-“

 

Ziru purred with a low giggle. “Oh, but I do. I do deserve all of this.” She turned to face Richard and motioned for him to continue rinsing her. “You haven’t forgotten have you?”

 

Richard’s jaw clinched. “..No.”

 

It didn’t matter to Ziru; she was eager to remind him. “Your gods gave you magic; your lord gave you wealth, but who was it that taught you to be a man..?”

 

Agitated and insolent, Richard held off any response as he continued to his task.

 

For her part, the green-eyed vixen didn’t seem to mind and allowed the silence to stretch. With the conversation seemingly ended, Richard finished and then took up a towel in one hand as he extended his other to help Ziru from the tub.

 

“Get out and get dressed,” he demanded in a feeble attempt to wrest back control.

 

Ziru took his hand and stepped from the bath but knocked the proffered linen aside as she closed in. With each step she took, Richard backed away, only for the distance to immediately be closed again. In three steps, Ziru had her husband sandwiched between the cold marble wall and her naked body. Having cornered her prey, she snaked one hand up to the nape of his neck while the other slid down the front of his robes, deftly unfastening the sash to slide inside.

 

“Who?” She repeated, her eyes locked to Richard’s as her fingers crept down, across his pubes and along his shaft before coming to a rest against the soft flesh where his balls should’ve been. “Must I remind you?”

 

Richard’s cock was already hardening but the implication of her question brought him to full-mast and elicited an audible groan. Pleased by the change, Ziru slid her hand out of the robe and pulled the fabric away from his body as she stepped closer. For a moment she peered down the gap, inspecting what little she could see of his naked form as though deciding if it was worth her time. When she’d made up her mind, she released her grasp and took a small step back.

 

“Mmm… I believe I asked you a question,” she reminded him, causally sweeping her hair back.

 

Richard exhaled the breath he had been holding, preparing to carefully respond, but Ziru stopped him by pressing a slim index finger to his lips.

 

“Oh no… no no,” she simpered, lightly digging her fingernail into the soft skin. “You didn’t want to speak before, so now you don’t get to.”

 

Her hand dropped to grab him by his sleeve and she turned sharply away, dragging the younger man along behind her as she flounced out of the bathroom and to a plush chair that sat in a corner of the bedroom.

 

“Undress,” she ordered, releasing his robes so that she could flop into the chair. “When you’ve finished, hand me your belt.”

 

Even as the cerebral part of his mind protested, Richard began to comply. Despite being a powerful and stubborn mage, Ziru possessed a power that would forever be his weakness- she alone could overcome the effects of his castration and bring him to orgasm. His pride could protest if it wanted but his body craved to earn his Mistress’ rewards and so, in stoic silence, Richard stripped himself.

 

Always one to enjoy a disrobing, Ziru took her time to drink in Richard’s form, ignoring entirely the fabric belt he offered to her as ordered. It was only when she grew tired of eye-fucking his turgid cock that she flicked a hand up to gesture at his neck. “Tie it to be a leash, as I’ve shown you.”

 

As her toy looped the belt around his neck, Ziru reclined further into the plush seat, allowing her legs to fall lewdly open. When the knot was secure, she motioned to be handed the lead, which she promptly used to yank Richard off balance so that he fell forward, needing to support himself on the chair’s armrests to keep from crashing into her. Ziru began to wind the fabric around her hand, forcing his head lower and lower until he was made by necessity to kneel. Even then, she continued to take away the slack until her hand was nearly resting against his neck, at which point she pulled him lower still, guiding his head down between her legs. Her free hand idly stroked at her pussy, pulling the silky lips apart to fully expose herself to him.

 

“I know you want to cum, Richard, but do you think you deserve to cum?”

 

“…N-”

 

As soon as the sound passed his lips, the hand which had been stroking her nethers flew up to strike him across the face.

 

“No, you don’t get to speak, you limp-dick sissy; you’re going to have to earn that back. You understand?” Without allowing him to indicate he did, Ziru used her tight leash to force the mage to nod.

 

“Oh, goood boooy,” she purred mockingly as Richard’s face flushed with humiliation. “Now, be a better boy and show me you understand what your mouth is really for.”

 

Knowing what his Mistress expected, Richard strained against the leash even as Ziru tried to keep a firm grasp on it. After struggling like an eager dog, his perseverance brought him close enough to stretch his tongue forward and take a light lick at her slit. Satisfied he’d displayed enough anticipation, involuntary or otherwise, Ziru slackened her grip.

 

The young man fell forward, lapping at her cunt as he had been trained to, his tongue first twisting around her clit before moving aside to allow his fingers a turn while he delved into her hole. He was nothing if not an apt pupil; he knew precisely where to probe his Mistress to maximize her pleasure and, for it, he was rewarded straightway with a fluttery gasp.

 

“Yes, just … just like that~!” Ziru encouraged, spreading her legs even wider as her hand came to rest on the back of his head.

 

Invigorated, Richard moved closer, wrapping his arms around his lover’s thighs to lift her hips and allow him greater leverage. Enjoying her toy’s willingness to innovate, Ziru hummed her approval and pushed against his head til his nose rubbed her manicured mound and his tongue reached its maximum depth.

 

“Oh, you are lucky, my little love,” she mumbled after a particularly stirring thrust of his tongue. “If you were any better at this, I’d never let your dick inside of me.”

 

Challenged by Ziru’s mocking words, Richard began to flick his thumb over her swollen clit knowing it was a move that often set her over the edge. As he’d hoped, her thighs soon tightened around his head and her hands twisted through his hair. Even as her feet beat against his back and her hands clawed distractingly at his scalp, Richard was relentless, sucking and licking and rubbing all for his Mistress’ pleasure.

 

With a great, lusty groan, Ziru gave in and let her arousal blossom into an orgasm. She rode her toy’s face mercilessly, bucking against him until her satisfaction was spent. Then, as a lecherous smile split across her face, she fell back into the chair, releasing Richard’s leash as she did. For a moment it seemed as if she was pleased with him but the smile soon faded and she pushed him away dismissively with her foot. Her attention turned to massaging the last throes of pleasure from her soaking pussy and it was only once her spasms ended that she rose from her seat to crouch in front of Richard.

 

“I suppose your mouth’s only mostly worthless,” Ziru said, wiping her wet fingers on his cheek for emphasis. She watched as his olive skin darkened with a blush before giving him a condescending pat on the head. “Thank me for my compliment.”

 

“Thank you for the compliment, ma’am.”

 

Ziru nodded approvingly as she took the leash up. With one hand she pulled on Richard’s jaw; with the other, she placed the end of the belt into his mouth. “Now, my little pet, I want you to walk yourself to the mirror.” 

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