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Kat wondered to herself, "Could I really have someone this strong at my beck and call?"
Gaven stood still, waiting to see what she would do next.
Kat circled the gladiator, noting his broad shoulders and strong backside.
Oh yes,
0she thought,
he'll do nicely.
"What is your name?" she purred, running her fingernails along his back and around to his chest as she circled.
Gaven knew he had found the right girl; she was definitely a novice. Why else would she ask his name instead of giving him one? So few of his girls had even been worthy enough to earn names.
"It's Gaven, ma'am." He stole a glance at her lips, noting the smile and quickly looked away.
"Gaven, hmm...I guess that will do for now. I am Mistress Kat. I prefer to be addressed as ma'am or Mistress," she informed him.
She prepared for her first move. Up until now her experiences had been limited to a few pornos, mind-blowing stories off the website Literotica, and a little bit of online roleplay. This was her first attempt at dominance.
Kat grabbed Gaven by the shoulder and pushed him firmly down to one knee. She stood in front of him, straddling the raised knee. "Tell me, Gaven, how would you like the opportunity to pleasure me with your tongue?" She smashed his face in between her legs and smiled when she heard a deep inhale of breath.
Gaven's senses roared to life, shocked that such a meek looking creature would do something so bold! Now that he found his face so close to the prize he sought, he brought his hands around her womanly hips to cup her ass cheeks. "Mine," he growled as he started to nuzzle her crotch with the bridge of his nose.
Kat jumped back in a squeal of delight when he rammed his nose into her clit.
"Gaven, behave!" she scolded in mock disapproval. "Now, I asked a question and I expect an answer."
"Mistress, please forgive me!" Gaven lowered his eyes, feigning remorse. "I was so caught up in your delicious aroma that I forgot to answer."
Gaven looked Kat directly in the eye. "Mistress, I desire nothing more than to pleasure you. I would hold you on the edge of release for as long as you allow and then bring you crashing down." Gaven returned his gaze to the floor.
Kat's heart raced beneath her perky breasts. From the searing heat in his eyes, Kat believed every word he'd just said. She steadied her breathing and moved onto the next step in her plan. She wanted to bring him down a notch. He seemed pretty cocky compared to the boot-licking jellyfish she expected a sub to be.
"Well, Gaven, I'm not sure if you're what I'm looking for. I was expecting to find someone more muscular and frankly, better looking."
It was a good thing Gaven was looking down. He had never been so insulted in his life. How dare she! How many other 38-year-old men could bench press 385 pounds or run two miles at a sprint and barely break a sweat? And better looking? Christ! What the hell was wrong with her?
He decided then and there that he would play this game until he could turn the tables. He would have her panting beneath him like a bitch in heat. She would witness his strength as he held her up against a wall and pounded into her. His riding crop would exact revenge on her cunt...oh yes, it would be glorious.
Kat was oblivious to the turmoil in Gaven's mind. Instead, she wondered what his first errand should be. Nothing too demanding, of course. Wouldn't want him to buckle under the pressure.
"Well, I've decided to give you a try. I'm a little impressed with how you employed your nose. Perhaps you'll be worth my time after all." Kat hoped he would accept. Her nipples hardened imagining what else he could do with that wicked body of his.
"Mistress, you are too generous to even allow one such as myself to be near you. I will not disappoint!" Gaven kept his face low imagining all the ways he "wouldn't disappoint".
"Gaven, I find I am in need of a drink. Fetch me a glass of red wine...something sweet, like your cute little ass."
"Of course, ma'am. As you wish." Gaven stood and gave a low bow. He turned toward the bar, knowing just what vintage would do.
Along the way he passed many sights and sounds that normally would have intrigued him. Not tonight. He strode to the bar, secured the wine and headed straight back toward his intended conquest.
As he drew closer, he saw that she was sandwiched between two thugs dressed as demons. One was stroking the outside of her thigh with his clawed hand. The other was apparently whispering naughty things in her ear, as a deep blush spread across her beautiful face.
Gaven was furious. How dare they touch her! Then he calmed himself, remembering that she wasn't marked. Without a collar, she had the free will to do as she pleased. He fumed to himself.
Then he realized that he knew these two dirtbags. They were the kind of trash who gave this lifestyle a bad name. A couple of years ago, Gaven had released one of his girls from his service, feeling she would be more suitable for a Mistress instead of a Master. The girl had later attended a party like this one, but unattached. Gaven hadn't been there, but he had heard what these two hyenas had done to her. How they had knocked her out and ravaged her while no one was the wiser. Her recovery from the incident had been lengthy and painful. At least she was now in the care of a very affectionate Mistress who truly cherished her.
Gaven had railed at the cruelty and demanded the men be punished. Sure, there had been an inquiry by the committee, but since she never said the safe word and no one had witnessed whether the lack of consciousness was voluntary, the two were not stripped of their membership. Gaven remembered how they had laughed when they were handed a membership suspension of two years. What a joke. He couldn't remember their names, but at the moment "Dead" and "Deader" were the top choices.
Kat started to wiggle away from between the two, noticeably uncomfortable with their ministrations.
