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.