[Jendri 03] - The Shaming of Jendri Page 9

  Jendri brought a goblet to the foot of the dais, where she knelt.

  K'Endarra smiled. “Approach, Slut."

  Jendri rose again and brought the wine all the way to the foot of the throne, where she knelt again and kissed her wife's boots. K'Endarra took the wine from her and said, “After I let you ride my boot, I will need pleasure again, and I will go to V'Anekka."

  “Yes, you just told her you would,” Jendri pointed out.

  “You love it when I take her, don't you?” K'Endarra mused. “You don't merely accept or tolerate it, or understand it, or love me in spite of it. You enjoy it."

  “I do, my lord. It reinforces my submission, my lack of choice, your ownership of me. To hear or see you come, or even know you must be coming, excites me and keeps me in readiness for you all the time. There is no time of the day or night that I do not long for your touch,” Jendri smiled, stroking K'Endarra's boot where it rested in her lap.

  “Because you cannot always have me? Because you must share?” K'Endarra sipped her wine, then handed the goblet to Jendri. “Share this, wife."

  Jendri tasted the deep ruby liquid, then handed the goblet back. “Waiting for you while you have other women is an exciting aspect of being your wife, like pleasuring you myself, or feeling the touch of your boot leather, even a little. I am your slave, my lord, because it excites me. I want my only choice to be whether or not I am a slave. Everything else rests in your hands."

  “Hump my boot, slut,” K'Endarra ordered, pleased with Jendri as she almost always was. Now that she understood, life would be simpler.

  Jendri put the footstool in place, rose and straddled the shiny leather, tossing back her head with a little yelp.

  K'Endarra felt the warmth of her wife's soft heat immediately. “Oh, yes, Jendri, I love seeing you there, to feel you at my mercy. I love knowing you will stop instantly, and delay your own pleasure indefinitely for me. I could leave you here on your knees and find you still here in the morning, could I not?"

  “Of course, lord K'Endarra. Where else would I go?"

  “Indeed. Slowly, slut. Prepare me for V'Anekka. Make me want her. Think of how I will take her after I leave you,” K'Endarra teased in a voice smooth as silk.

  “Enjoy her, my lord. You deserve every possible pleasure,” Jendri groaned, sliding her hand behind K'Endarra's knee, where she could feel the top of her wife's boot through her trousers.

  “I do, don't I? Never fear, I shall have it, and more,” K'Endarra said, bouncing Jendri gently on her foot.

  “Do you find her ... sweet, my lord? Do you enjoy eating her?"

  “So you know about that, do you?” K'Endarra hadn't indulged in giving V'Anekka oral sex until they were engaged. It was a pleasure she reserved for her wives.

  “I can hear her screaming, and I know why. Besides, I have already tasted her,” Jendri smiled. “I know she is sweet."

  “And how can you have tasted her, wife? You have had no access to her womanhood,” K'Endarra grunted as she drove her boot upward into her wife's vagina.

  Jendri groaned at the delicious sensation. “You had us exchange dildoes in the harem. How you must enjoy pleasuring her with your tongue,” Jendri guessed.

  “Perhaps I will make you her slave as well,” K'Endarra mused.

  “I am entirely at your disposal, K'Endarra,” Jendri gasped. “Ooooh!

  Uuuuhhhh ... my lord, I am approaching climax."

  “Approach more slowly, then,” K'Endarra ordered, holding her boot still. “Rub yourself on my leather, and wait for permission."

  Jendri whimpered as she squeezed and released K'Endarra's boot deep within her cleft. Once having felt the initial spasms, it was very hard to delay the ultimate release she would receive. She shuddered and bit her lip, looking up into K'Endarra's eyes. “Mercy, please, please, I cannot hold back."

  “Shall I remove my boot, then?” K'Endarra inquired.

  “Oh, no! Oh, please, no!” Jendri cried, melting against the warm leather, “I beg you not to leave me this way."

  “Hold still,” K'Endarra commanded sharply. “Do not move at all, and I will keep you under my control."

  Almost imperceptibly, K'Endarra moved her boot within the confines of Jendri's thighs. Jendri trembled and shuddered as spasms shot through her. She gripped K'Endarra's leg tightly and bowed her head to K'Endarra's knee.

  “Oh! Oh, please, my lord, it's so good, I burn so terribly. I need you to let me come for you,” Jendri whimpered.

  “Shhhhh, lover. I will release you when I am ready,” K'Endarra assured her. She sipped her wine thoughtfully and wiggled her toes, causing Jendri to inhale sharply. “Don't move,” she warned. “Look at me. Look into my eyes. Can you feel how completely I control you?"

  “Oh, yes! Yes! And I need to be your slave so very much,” Jendri affirmed.

  “As do I,” K'Endarra concurred. Then she brought her foot up sharply, once, twice, three times.

  With a scream of surprise, Jendri made her offering of pleasure to her lord. Hanging on as if for life itself, she bounced and writhed on the warm, wet leather she had so diligently polished with lips, tongue and sex.

  “Oh!” she shrieked. “I am dyingggggggggggggg!"

  K'Endarra grabbed her with one hand and held her in place, holding Jendri upright until her legs gave way and she collapsed in aftershock before her Queen. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she lay still.

  K'Endarra dropped to one knee beside her wife. “Are you all right, love?” she inquired tenderly, once again a wife herself, and not a demanding Queen.

  “Yes, yes, that was lovely, so good, my lord,” Jendri sighed, content.

  K'Endarra helped her up. “Come into the bedroom. I have an idea."

  The two women walked through the suite hand in hand.

  “Bring me some other boots,” K'Endarra said, dropping into a chair, “and you can clean these up for me at your leisure."

  “You're so thoughtful,” Jendri smiled, finding some similar military dress boots for K'Endarra to wear.

  “Yes, and I also don't want V'Anekka to find your essence on my boots when she removes them, nor do I want to explain why I'm not wearing any.” K'Endarra looked down at Jendri as she knelt to change the Queen's footwear. “I love you, my darling. You are the perfect spouse for me. Have I ever told you that?"

  “Many times, and you for me, my dear love.” She finished and looked up. “Enjoy yourself, my lord,” Jendri said, kissing K'Endarra's hand.

  K'Endarra bent to kiss her wife on the lips. “Depend upon it."

  * * *

  CHAPTER 12

  One of V'Anekka's many pleasures in the process of becoming K'Endarra's wife was the opportunity to see the Queen in her many uniforms, a sight that never failed to arouse the young woman.

  When K'Endarra entered V'Anekka's bedroom after knocking once, the former concubine swallowed audibly at the sight of her wife-to-be. The dark, trim, high-waisted uniform pants hugged K'Endarra's hips and contrasted sharply with the gleaming white shirt, open at the collar to bare the Queen's lovely, kissable throat. Her glistening boots caught the light of the fire and seemed to give off sparks as she strode into the room.

  K'Endarra stopped and looked at her fiance, who was lying in the bed with her legs wide apart, slowly stroking herself with the handle of the swagger stick she had been given to play with.

  “So, you've started without me?"

  V'Anekka shook her head, “No, my lord. I merely wanted to stay warm for you. Have you been with your wife?"

  K'Endarra crossed to the bed and sat down. “I have. Her mouth was on me all the way home in the coach.” She leaned down and took V'Anekka's lips with her own. The stick dropped from the young woman's hand and she reached up to run her fingers through the Queen's luxuriant dark mane.

  “And ... just now?” V'Anekka gasped.

  “I have returned the favor. My pleasure is yours for the rest of the night,” K'Endarra promised, grabbing V'Anekka's wrists.

>   “Then give it to me, and my own as well,” the beautiful aristocrat demanded.

  “Not so fast. You must earn it,” K'Endarra told her.

  “You are cruel and demanding, my lord,” V'Anekka grumbled.

  “You must burn for me as she does. You must learn to wait and pleasure me until I am ready to touch you,” K'Endarra whispered, holding V'Anekka's wrists in her steely grip, and kissing her roughly.

  “I burn for you all day. I long for you,” V'Anekka protested. “And I have devoted five years to your pleasure."

  “Yet you are still greedy for your own,” K'Endarra grinned. “How does that come to pass, pray tell? By now you should want nothing but to lie under me and suck me until my come fills your ears."

  “Your pleasure is so strong that it makes my entire body cry out for you, as it has always done,” V'Anekka groaned, pressing against her lover. “I want your pleasure, but it maddens me at the same time. I cannot come enough with you."

  “You never will, I promise. You will always be left wanting. You know I like to keep my women that way.” K'Endarra chided, but gently.

  “I do love being your woman,” V'Anekka sighed. “Please take me now, my lord. We have been apart since last night, and you have been with your wife."

  “Repeatedly,” K'Endarra agreed. “And I still want you, despite my earlier pleasures. I know you can wait longer. My needs are strong, and I must have you. Get up on your knees, and face the head of the bed.” She let go V'Anekka's wrists so that she could comply with the command. V'Anekka spread her legs to steady herself and K'Endarra's was pleased to see rivulets of honey running down the insides of V'Anekka's thighs. She rummaged in a drawer of the nightstand and came up with wrist restraints, which she used to fasten V'Anekka in place. Further searching produced the toy she wanted, a double headed strap-on. Opening her pants, she slipped it into herself and fastened it, then moved behind V'Anekka and easily entered her, making her arch and gasp.

  “Move,” the Queen commanded. “I am bursting to come."

  “As am I,” V'Anekka reminded her.

  “Not now,” K'Endarra said. “Your need will strengthen my own pleasure. Later you may feel pleasure as well. Now move your hips."

  With her wrists in the shackles, V'Anekka could not touch her own clitoris and K'Endarra deliberately ignored it. V'Anekka thrust back and arched against K'Endarra at a pace guaranteed to satisfy the demanding woman who would soon be her spouse. K'Endarra's erect nipples against her back, and the grip of K'Endarra's hands on her breasts further stimulated V'Anekka, so that even though she could not gain release, she was inspired to work for K'Endarra's. Her own burning need increased while K'Endarra climaxed to her heart's content. The Queen had been right; V'Anekka could wait, and she would wait, until it pleased the Queen to release her.

  In the harem, K'Endarra had always let V'Anekka come, usually several times, and without waiting, because K'Endarra herself was usually already satisfied, or could take the others once she was done with V'Anekka. Being alone with K'Endarra required greater patience and expenditure of energy before being rewarded. V'Anekka was unused to such discipline, but she found that sulking and complaining brought nothing but greater discipline, and occasional punishment. She was learning to please the Queen in different ways, but the road wasn't always smooth and straight.

  “Are you this demanding with your wife, the Queen Consort?” V'Anekka asked petulantly.

  “Hush, woman! You interfere with my pleasure,” K'Endarra snarled, twisting V'Anekka's nipples sharply.

  “Forgive me ... aaaaaaaggggghhhh!” V'Anekka cried as the merciless Queen bit her deeply enough to draw blood.

  “More demanding,” K'Endarra grunted. “And so it shall be with you, wench! Now shut up while I fuck you!"

  Groaning, V'Anekka snapped her hips back and forth until she felt K'Endarra go still for a split second, and then she was knocked nearly flat as the Queen's climax erupted against her rounded backside and drove the dildo further into her cunt. “Godddddsssss! K'Endarraaaaaaaaaa!” V'Anekka cried in agony as the Queen punished her with orgasms that threatened to tear her apart.

  Finally K'Endarra fell away, pulling the dildo free and releasing a flood of their combined juices into the sheets. She rolled over onto her back and panted, leaving V'Anekka twisting in her restraints.

  “By the gods, why must you resist and argue with me?” she demanded, giving V'Anekka's bottom a swat. It felt so good, she followed it with several more, until both globes were red and warm. With a twinge of regret, K'Endarra caressed them gently and kissed them soothingly.

  V'Anekka gasped and hissed at K'Endarra's gentle touch. “Because you love to conquer me, darling,” V'Anekka said sweetly, waving her freshly paddled backside in K'Endarra's face. “Release me and I will feast on you, sweet lord."

  “I should wipe my boots with you,” K'Endarra grumbled. “I despair of teaching you your place."

  “But my place is between your legs,” V'Anekka said. “Let me go, love, and I will please you even more."

  “Yes, get down,” K'Endarra agreed, undoing the shackles. “If I keep you under me all night, might you learn your lesson?"

  “I will learn to love you even more,” V'Anekka promised, beaten. She removed the rest of K'Endarra's clothing and humbly crept under her thighs, where she spent the rest of the evening licking K'Endarra's clit to one explosion after another, without coming but also without complaining.

  “I will reward you in the morning,” K'Endarra yawned, pulling V'Anekka's head deep between her thighs. “Sleep well, my love."

  Spread-eagled under the Queen's hips, V'Anekka had no choice but to obey. She nuzzled K'Endarra's pussy one last time and lay still. She was beginning to understand what it was to be a Consort Royal; what it was to be like Jendri.

  * * * *

  In the morning, V'Anekka woke to the extraordinary sensation of the Queen's mouth upon her womanhood, greedily devouring her, jerking her long-neglected clit to attention. Looking up, V'Anekka saw, and then felt, the Queen's own sex, dripping honey onto her face, and she reached eagerly for K'Endarra's hips, to draw her down into her mouth.

  V'Anekka began to moan with the pressure in her groin, the heat of the build-up. Her needs were almost as strong as the Queen's, the demands of her body almost as insistent. In the harem she had access to the other concubines. In K'Endarra's apartments, it was K'Endarra or her own hand, and V'Anekka well knew that K'Endarra preferred her women to wait for her. V'Anekka believed it was an easier matter for Jendri, who had only one clitoris and rather a small one at that. For V'Anekka, waiting was torture.

  “Oh, K'Endarra, K'Endarra my love,” V'Anekka begged. “Please make me come, please, please, don't stop!” She writhed as if possessed, which she was, by her lord the Queen.

  “It pleases me to hear you beg, my love,” K'Endarra said through a mouthful of hot sweetness. “It indicates a willingness to learn your place."

  “Oh, please, K'Endarra, let me come. I'm learning, I promise. I beg you, my lord,” V'Anekka all but sobbed.

  “We shall see,” the Queen murmured. To forestall further discussion, she covered V'Anekka's mouth completely and made her eat royal flesh until both of them achieved intense orgasms together. K'Endarra then pulled back, letting V'Anekka pleasure her until she was emptied of all response. She rolled away from V'Anekka, leaving her still in want, satisfied but not satiated.

  “My lord is an exacting teacher,” V'Anekka observed ruefully.

  “You would do well to observe my wife carefully. She pleases me with no personal expectations, content to wait for my touch, content with whatever I give her. And the more she needs me, the more I want her. It would work as well for you,” K'Endarra lectured her Consort-elect.

  “My lord, your wife is not an Asperian. You know yourself the depths with which I burn. It cannot be the same for Her Majestyer Majestyher,” V'Anekka objected.

  “While I cannot contest that, there has been many an Asperian consor
t before, and every one of them has understood that the pleasure of the Queen supercedes all other considerations. I suggest you read the Royal Histories, as Jendri does. You can gather much useful information with some diligent work,” K'Endarra suggested.

  “As my lord commands,” V'Anekka bowed her head. This was an argument she could not win, and to pursue it would be folly.

  “Good,” K'Endarra nodded, getting up. She found one of her dressing gowns in V'Anekka's closet, and belted it around her waist. “You have engagements today, I expect. Will you be joining us for lunch?” This was K'Endarra's way of saying she would breakfast alone with her wife.

  “Yes, my lord. I will see you at midday,” V'Anekka said quietly.

  “Very good. Until later, my love.” K'Endarra bent to kiss her lover goodbye and left, closing the door quietly behind her.

  * * * *

  “Good morning, sweetheart,” K'Endarra said, sliding into bed behind Jendri. She began to kiss the back of Jendri's neck and stroke her backside at the same time.

  Jendri laughed. “You smell wonderful, darling! Essence of V'Anekka?"

  “Without a doubt, my love. Do you like it?” K'Endarra reached over Jendri's hip and began to caress her nipples.

  Almost immediately, Jendri began to undulate in her spouse's grasp. “Oh, yes, my lord. Mmmmm, please, my lord,” she whispered, opening her legs as far as she could.

  “'Oh, yes, please’ what?” K'Endarra demanded.

  “Please touch me. Please,” Jendri squeaked, writhing.

  “I shouldn't. I prefer to have you longing for me,” K'Endarra remarked.

  “As you wish, of course,” Jendri gasped, shuddering as K'Endarra's fingers slipped deep inside her from behind.

  K'Endarra sighed. “I love you, Jendri. I love you so. I love to feel you like this, to hold you and love you softly. You don't want me to stop, do you?"

  “No, never, my love ... ah ... ah ... aaaaahhhhhhhhh!” Jendri moaned as she came gently, but completely, for her beloved. “Oh, K'Endarra, how lovely! I didn't expect that at all!"