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Chapter Four- Lady Vox

The King was not the only one in his kingdom with an exotic appetite. Many of the royal families had long histories of being progressive when it came to the pleasures of the flesh. Some more exotic than others, there were few secrets between them and they cooperated in all ways where debauchery was concerned. One of the few exceptions to that rule was the Lady Vox

Lady Vox was notorious for her appetite and was known far and wide as a gourmand…of flesh, and of men’s in particular. Here sexual prowess was legendary and her skills with men in tease, denial, use and abuse made her a maven on the subject. She was constantly called upon to dispense advise to the other ladies of the Kings court.

She even wrote a secret daily blog, ConquerHimKingdom.com, on the subject that no man was allowed to read. It was subscription only to ladies of noble heritage worldwide. They had to prove their royal claim and were legally sworn in writing to secrecy. The price of betrayal was a month of sexual slavery to Lady Vox culminating in public humiliation before all the ladies of the Kingdom in a video-conference format; or forfeiture of all of their wealth to charity and a vow of poverty for life. No one had betrayed Lady Vox.

She was rather demure in height, big boned and attractive of face. A small waist divided her ample breasts and hips and her long black hair cascaded over her perfect bum when she choose to release it. It was her eyes that transfixed and told anyone without words that this was not a woman to play with, without her express permission. She carried a riding crop with her at all times and had no hesitancy to use it when she felt the need. She referred to it as “Sindy” and she was her constant companion.

On this day she was preparing to do her blog writing for the day and as usual had summoned John. She was seated in a low upholstered chair without arms in a bright sun lit room. Her feet raised on a hassock in front of her, a tiny tea table next to her shoulder. It was early and she was still dressed in her long white cotton nightgown with silk ribbons for ties that kept it closed in front. Her feet were naked.

Slowly into the room John entered walking on his elbows and knees. His arms and legs were tightly bound to themselves with quarter inch hemp rope died black that dug into his skin as he moved. He had a black leather hood with blinders on his head so that he could only see what was directly in front of him. There were holes for his nostrils to breath, but through the hole where his mouth should have been, there protruded an 8-inch long thick clear silicon dildo that replicated a real cock. In the center was a thin metal straw that added to its solidity and also made it possible for liquids to pass through to the mouth. It ended as a ball gag tightly in his mouth. His drool dripped a little around the gag, which only further objectified him as the “thing” he had become.

To further his humiliation, he had been debilitated so that his body was totally hairless and he had a large dildo inserted in his rectum with a ruby jewel at the end that glistened as sunlight streaming in the window hit it. His testicles were drawn back between his legs and secured with a stainless steel humbler that forced him to keep his knees apart as he walked. His cock was tightly inside a chastity devise and he sported bright red clamps on his nipples. His torso and ass were naked except for crisscrossed red lines healing across his ass from previous encounters with his Lady’s switch. Tied to his back like a saddle was a brown leather writing box,

John “walked’ over to his Lady and, with difficulty positioned himself across her lap and became perfectly still. “Good morning John”, she said without any expectation of a reply. She looked at the site before her and before she reached for paper and pen, she took her crop and gave him five smart smacks across his ass. “That’s for being slow”, she said.

She wrote for an hour. John didn’t move a muscle. He dare not.
When she was done there was a lust in her from the writing that needed quenching before she could continue her day. So she un-tied the writing box from Johns body and placed it on the tea table. “Role over”, Lady Vox commanded. John rolled over onto his back with difficulty, his bound arms and legs popping up in the air. He quietly let out a sigh through his nose as his back and head rested against the gaily-printed green and pink rug beneath him. His belly was exposed, his testicles still held tightly behind his thighs.

Lady Vox stood up and surveyed the site of John below her. She smiled wickedly and taking a small key from a box on a shelf nearby, she bent down, unlocked and removed the cage around Johns cock. Then she undid the silk ties in the front of her nightgown and stood over him. She was naked beneath and parted the gown so that her breasts and naked pussy were exposed for Johns gaze.

He looked at her and his cock began to become erect. When it was fully so, Lady Vox positioned herself over the dildo and slowly impaled herself till her swollen clit was resting on Johns face. She reached out to begin to stroke his cock as she lifted herself and began to ride him. “Don’t even think of cuming this morning”, she growled at him. “If you don’t fuck up, I may let you cum tonight at the party as long as everyone can watch you make a mess. Then they can enjoy watching you clean it up”.

John held still as the Lady edged his cock and road his face. The humbler pulled his balls away from them as she pulled his cock towards her. She didn’t hold back. She was verbal and primal and rode him hard for a good half hour. All the while holding fast to his cock and edging him physically and verbally beyond a normal mans endurance. John moaned in pain, lust and ecstasy. He was torn. Enjoying her physically while mentally having to focus and not allow his body to override his good sense.

Finally with a cry she had her orgasm all over him, drenching John. She pushed down hard taking all of the dildo inside her, forcing her cum and squirt down the straw in the center of the dildo to deliver her taste into his mouth, making his red aching rigid shaft even more so. She grabbed his cock tightly like a door handle pulling it away from his bound testicles as she came with a guttural scream. John’s head spun as he used all of his will power not to have an orgasm of his own.

When she had recovered her composure, Lady Vox summoned her lady in waiting, Marie, and had her force Johns swollen member back into its chastity cage. Then Marie rolled him over and back onto his elbows and knees. She collar and leashed him and pulled him quickly from the room.

“Make sure he is ready for the party tonight Marie”, Lady Vox called after them. as she threw off her now soiled nightgown and headed for the shower.