The Dominatrix Order Pt. 04 Ch. 02

Callisto charged forward with malice in her eyes, crowding Isabella, moving in so close that Isabella could feel the heat of her enraged breath. Isabella and Callisto stared each other down, all of the tension that had built up between them over the years boiling to the surface, and Isabella heatedly grabbed Callisto by the throat. Callisto froze in shock, her heart galloping at full speed, and yet she did not struggle or pull away from Isabella's grip. Isabella glared downward into Callisto's eyes as the rage within those beady pupils softened into submission. Then Isabella pulled Callisto close to her, tightening her grip on her throat. And like a flash of heat lightning, Isabella thrust her lips against Callisto's, kissing her in a nearly violent state of frenzy, and then Callisto pulled away from her.

Isabella was taken aback by how arousing it was for her kissing Callisto. She hadn't expected to enjoy it as much as she did. And Callisto could not conceal her lust as the extremely pale skin of her face blushed, turning a shade of bold crimson. Before either of them had time to speak or move or to even think, one of the Mistresses in the distance called for Isabella; and Callisto, without saying a word or looking Isabella in the eye, was hurriedly on her way.

Eighteen days before the next supply of Medication 42 was due to be manufactured, Nadia awoke in the middle of the night with the feeling that some aspect of her surroundings was unusual. As she gradually came to her senses, she realized that Slave boy had left the bed. Perturbed and alarmed, she arose from the bed and groggily called out for him.

"Slave boy?" Nadia said.

She heard no response and exited the bedroom, continuing down the hall. She came to the bathroom to find Slave boy soaking in the bathtub filled with water. He was hunched over, appearing ailing and haggard. He wearily looked up and saw Mistress Nadia scantily clad only wearing her sleeveless white sleep shirt. The thin cotton fabric of her shirt was so translucent; he could see the darkened outline of her areolas and her perky, hard nipples underneath. The ragged shirt barely clung to her short, petite frame, and as she approached, the right strap fell down her dainty shoulder, exposing her supple breast to his gaze. The shirt was so high cut that it not only displayed her tanned legs, but it flashed glimpses of her soft bush and delicate pink pussy with each step she took towards him.

"Slave boy, whatever are you doing in the bath at this hour of the night?" Nadia asked.

"I'm terribly sorry Mistress," Slave boy said. "I did not mean to worry you. My illness has gotten worse, and I thought that perhaps a bath would help."

"Oh, Slave boy, you poor thing," Nadia said.

Nadia rushed to kneel by his side. She grabbed a washcloth and soaked it in the water. She began to delicately wash his broad, toned shoulders with the washcloth. Slave boy withdrew from her.

"I'm sorry, Mistress. You really should get back to bed. It's the middle of the night," Slave boy said.

"Let me wash you off, Slave boy," Nadia responded.

"Mistress, you don't have to. I don't want to be a bother to you. I want you to be able to get enough sleep," Slave boy protested.

"Allow me to care for you, Slave boy. That is an order," Nadia said.

Slave boy's meek, ocean blue eyes watered with appreciation. He submitted, relaxing his shoulders, and the rest of his body followed. Nadia massaged his shoulders and chest with the washcloth, running her hands over every curve of every muscle with great care. She nursed her weakened Slave boy, soothing him with her graceful, womanly touch.

"Just relax, Slave boy," Nadia said.

"Sometimes that is so hard to do. I worry that we will never have enough medicine again. I worry that General Callisto will somehow find out about you being here in Femininus. I worry that I will be sent away on the ship to Mater," Slave boy said.

"You worry far too much. We both will be fine. This I believe," Nadia said.

Nadia continued washing his body. As she massaged his shoulders, a thought crept up in her mind that she had buried away. The thought persisted like a bug biting at her skin.

"You know Slave boy, the other night when Goddess Isabella said all of those things about having called you Plaything before, and how you used to give her massages; I guess I didn't realize the history the two of you had," Nadia said.

"I am sorry I never mentioned it, Mistress. For a brief time I paid tribute to Goddess Isabella and she trained me during many sessions," Slave boy said.

Nadia hesitated. She didn't want to ask the next question that lay on the tip of her tongue. And she most certainly didn't want to hear the answer she anticipated in the back of her mind. She ceased washing him and withdrew the washcloth from his body.

"And did you desire her? Did you desire to become one of her slaves?" Nadia asked.

"Mistress Nadia, I am promised to you. I adore you. And I serve you," Slave boy said.

"Answer the question," Nadia said and paused with heavy hesitation. "And answer truthfully. That is an order," Nadia said.

"Honestly Mistress, there was a time that I desired to become her personal slave. And for that I am truly sorry," Slave boy softly spoke and then he looked at her with great ardor. "Just because I have desired others before, it doesn't mean that I don't still desire you the most," Slave boy said.

Nadia smiled coyly at him, biting the side of her lower lip, and her hazel eyes softened and gleamed. She leaned in and pressed her full, lovely lips against his, kissing her Slave boy, teasing his mouth with her wet lips. His mouth delicately pulled on her lower lip, savoring her sweet, feminine taste. Nadia leaned back away from him and she playfully swirled her finger in the bathwater as she stared into his eyes.

Slave boy's desperate, ocean blue eyes wandered down her body. She looked unspeakably sexy with the strap of her shirt hanging off her rounded, glistening shoulder, showing off her supple breast; the outline of the nipple of her other breast teasing through the thin fabric; her night shirt was so revealing, it made her body all the more alluring to him. Nadia teased him further by pulling up the dangling strap of her shirt, covering her breast. She watched his cock as it hardened and stuck out straight in the air, rising above the bathwater, begging for her touch.

"Mistress, it drives me wild when you wear that shirt," Slave boy said, his voice shaky with lust. "You look so sexy in it. I can't stop wanting your body."

"I may as well be wearing nothing at all," Nadia impishly said, looking down out at the outlines of her nipples, which Slave boy could so obviously see through the fabric of the shirt.

Nadia stood and turned away from him, lifting her shirt to reveal her firm, tight ass to him. Slave boy leered at every inch of her tempting backside, all the way from her marking of the number 111 in italics on the outer part of her butt cheek, to the perky curves of the bottoms of her ass cheeks. Nadia turned back towards him and knelt beside him once again. She scrubbed his chest with the washcloth, moving down his abs towards his twitching cock.

"Would you like me to continue washing you, Slave boy?" Nadia asked.

"Yes, please," he begged.

The way he so desperately whispered that one simple word, 'please,' sent shivers through Nadia's wet pussy. She slid the washcloth down to his balls and paused a moment, leaving him dangling on the precipice of pleasure. She began scrubbing and teasing and tugging his swollen balls until his pent up frustration swelled into a deep grunt from his lips. Nadia then took the washcloth and draped it over his erect prick. She slid the washcloth down the entire length of his shaft and then back up again in a sensual, hypnotizing rhythm. She began to stroke him faster and he thrust his virile hips along with her movements, his hands and feet squeaking against the tub, the bathwater splashing all about. Nadia could feel his full, heavy balls tighten, and she loosened her grip and withdrew her hand.

"Mistress, please," Slave boy pleaded.

"Please what?" Nadia asked.

"May I please cum?" Slave boy begged.

"No. I don't think that's a good idea," Nadia purred. "You need your rest. In fact, I think once this erection of yours go down, we're going to have to lock you up in chastity. We don't want you overexerting yourself in your condition, now do we?" Nadia said.

"No, please. Do you have to?" Slave boy asked.

"Uh huh," Nadia pouted as she nodded. "And we're going to have to keep you locked up until you get all better. If you spend all of your time touching your naughty dick when you should be resting, you'll never get well."

"But Mistress, it could take months for me to get over the illness, maybe even a full year," Slave boy said.

"Well, even if it takes you a whole year to get better, you'll just have to stay in chastity for the whole year," Nadia said.

The look of utter shock and longing on his face made Nadia drip with pleasure. Nadia dried off Slave boy with the towel and they retired to bed. It took well over an hour for Slave boy's cock to become flaccid, at which point Nadia placed his chastity cage over it. Nadia blew out the candle on the nightstand, the room went dark, and Slave boy heard the lock on his chastity cage click shut. And the fate of his next orgasm held the same uncertainty as the wellbeing of Femininus.