The Vision

A soft knock at the door alerted the Queen that her summoned slave had finally arrived. A devilish smile graced her lips as she called out for the slave to enter her room. In walked a slender yet muscular man, his head bowed and his hands clasped behind his back. Like all slaves, he lacked clothing, yet what he lacked he made up in respect and reverence.

"You summoned for me, my Queen?" the slave uttered softly, his head still bowed as he stared at the floor below him.

"Mmm... yes..." the Queen replied, her voice a soft lilt, reminiscent of the finest of music. "You may approach." The slave nodded, his eyes still on the floor, as he slowly walked over to her. When he was within arms length, the slave dropped to his knees so he was kneeling at the Queen's feet, his hands behind his back.

"How would you have me service you this evening, my Queen?"

The Queen paused to look over her slave. "I feel another dream coming to me, so I am in need of your special... services..." the Queen almost purred as she addressed her waiting slave. "But first..." she continued as she spread her legs to reveal a glistening pussy.

"Of course, my Queen," the slave replied, not even trying to hide his bright smile. On his hands and knees, he crawled closer until his breath could be felt upon her waiting vagina. With careful movements, the slave lifted his hands and placed them on her thighs as he leaned forward to leave a single, tempting lick right up her open slit. The Queen shivered in anticipation, wanting desperately to pull his head right into her pussy. Yet she stayed perfectly still, knowing the little game that she and her favourite slave engaged in.

"Does my Queen need something?" coyly asked the slave, again a smile on his handsome face. This was one of the few times when he - and he alone - was allowed to have a small amount of freedom in what he wanted to do.

The Queen moaned, trying hard to resist and play her part in their little game. "You know what you must do..." the Queen half moaned, her fingers curling into a fist as she struggled to remain still.

The slave took one of his hands and slowly inserted two fingers into her open vagina. "Do I? I am but a slave..." The slave for the first time raised his head to look directly into the Queen's brilliantly brown eyes. "Tell me, my Queen..." the slave stated, his voice deeper and holding more strength than before.

The Queen scowled, knowing that she would end up losing this round to her slave. Mentally she made a note to make sure she punished him for it later... However, instead of answering, the Queen reached down to tightly grab a fistful of hair on his head, then almost smashing the slave's face straight into her pussy. The slave waited a short moment, his breath alone teasing the now super sensitive vagina. He then lifted his head again to meet his Queen in her eyes.

His voice was hard, yet filled his own desire. "Tell me." And there it was, his one act of freedom to disobey her. Allowed only in this instance, and only from him.

"Fuck! You stupid, worthless slave!" she nearly shouted at him. Yet both of them remained still, silent for a moment as they each stared the other down. The Queen growled as her eyes narrowed down on her slave. "Service my pussy, you worthless slut!" she finally admitted in defeat.

The slave's smile widened as he took hold of the Queen's hips and gently pulled her ass forward enough for him to more easily access his prize. He then lowered his head and began by kissing all over her vagina, teasing his Queen even further. When he felt his Queen shiver again, he knew she was close to losing control. Only then did he dive in and began ravenously licking and sucking on her pussy and clit. Feeling her other hand come to the back of his head, he chuckled softly before going back to licking her pussy.

It was a simple game, however, it was well relished by this slave. Not that he would truly disobey her; it was a game the Queen allowed because like all else, it gave his Queen pleasure. And her pleasure was the only thing on the slave's mind as he continued to service her pussy.

When he could tell his Queen was close, the slave inserted two fingers gently into her vagina, causing the Queen to moan out deeply. She let out another long moan before pulling her slave's face tight against her pussy as she orgasmed hard. As her spasms began to lessen, the slave removed his fingers and began reverently licking her pussy again. Her glorious juices ran down his face as the slave smiled broadly again.

The Queen then straightened in her seat and pushed the slave away hard enough to set him back on his heels. Before the slave could respond, the Queen then stood and with one finger took hold of the metal ring on the collar that he wore. Standing, she pulled her slave to stand with her. Then piercing him with a desire filled look in her eyes, the Queen then led her slave over to the bed a few feet away.

The Queen then pushed the slave down on the bed, where he quickly moved so he was more in the centre of the lavish cushions that the Queen had on her bed. The Queen crawled onto the bed, her eyes still piercing her slave with the same look as before. "Your turn,,," the Queen half laughed with an evil tint to her voice. When she got to his waist, she ignored for now the erect cock waiting eagerly for her.

Instead she began kissing and lightly biting up the slave's torso from his navel to his collarbone. The slave moaned as her breasts swept across his own chest. The Queen then lowered her head to his ear and whispered in a harsh tone "Tell me..."

The slave instead smiled, and whispered "No..." in the same harsh tone that she gave to him.

The Queen quickly sat up on his chest and smacked the slave across the face. "You worthless slave!" She hit him again, this time on the other side. "You stupid slut!" She then leaned down and began kissing him fiercely. The slave kissed her back, but otherwise remained still. "Touch me..." the Queen softly stated against the slave's lips. Only then did the slave raise his hands and let them roam across her sensitive skin. From her hips to her shoulder blades, he ran his fingers gently along her spine.

His hands then found their way to her plump and perfectly sized breasts. The Queen let out a moan as her sharp nails dug into either side of his chest as she braced herself against him. Then for no reason she smacked her slave across the face again before placing her hand on his throat. Squeezing only slightly, she gave him a hard stare. "Tell me..." she ordered this time, her voice full of authority.

The slave, knowing this game, showed no fear as he shook his head, again refusing her demand. The Queen used her free hand to smack him against the face once more. "You stubborn bitch!" She then reached behind her and took hold of his testicles. "You will submit to me!" she demanded again. When he shook his head again, the Queen squeezed... hard.

The slave groaned in pain, squinting his eyes as he fought against the sensations. The Queen squeezed the other testicle hard as well. And while the slave groaned loudly again in pain, he remained silent. This time the Queen grabbed hold of his cock in her hand; the nails of her fingers digging into the sensitive flesh. Then with one swift move, both squeezed and twisted his cock, nearly doubling him over.

"F-fuck m-me... my Queen..." the slave groaned out through near teary eyes.

The Queen repeated the same motion as before, causing actual tears to cloud the slaves eyes. "What did you say? I didn't hear that." The Queen replied with a malicious yet beautiful smile on her face.

Once the main part of the pain passed, the slave tried to clear his throat as he looked up at her. His eyes teary and pleading, he paused before stating softly "Will you fuck me, my Queen? P-please, I beg of you. Please fuck me..."

The Queen smiled broadly in success, her features lighting up to be even more beautiful than before. She then repositioned herself to where her pussy was hovering just over his still erect cock. "Tell me..." she whispered in his ear as she held his cock in her hand, just an inch away from her pussy.

"Please, I b-beg.." the slave finished his sentence with a deep moan as intense pleasure overtook him.

The Queen moaned along with her slave as she took his whole seven inch cock into her pussy. Bracing herself again against his chest, her nails once more digging into his skin as she slowly began to ride her slave's thick cock. The pain from her nails only enhanced his own pleasure as his own fingers gently drifted up and down her back.

The Queen's motions began to get more intense, with her slamming her pussy down on the slave's cock over and over again. Her breath began to get short, and her moans got louder and louder. The slave's hands moved to her hips to help guide her up and down his hard cock. "Yes, my Queen... Let your sight come to you..." the slave whispered through his own short breaths, hoping that she would hear him.

Just then, the Queen's back straightened and her eyes clouded over. With an empty stare, she looked off into the distance, as if seeing something that wasn't there. She was still for only a moment before she collapsed down into her slaves waiting arms. His body ached to find his own peace, yet he knew he wasn't given permission to orgasm that day. And so he just held his Queen close to his chest, running his fingers softly along her back.

The slave's service was still incomplete, as it would only be fully completed when his Queen awoke and sent him away once more.

He never asked to be the Muse to his Queen. It was a talent that they stumbled upon quite by accident. And so, whenever she felt a vision approaching, he would help bring her to a place of pleasure before her vision, instead of the pain that she normally felt during such a time.

The game that they played - his small freedom to refuse or command his Queen - was her idea. It gave her a reason to punish him, which the slave knew his Queen also loved to do. His own pain was a small price to pay to see the beautiful yet dark smile on her face as she punished him.

As with everything else, he existed solely to give his Queen pleasure in any which way that she may desire.