"You sure you don't have any questions?" David asked the much younger man. They were both nervous, although neither one of them could admit it.
"No, unless, um... should I have questions?" Cameron was stalling, he wanted David to open the door but also didn't.
"Just remember, she's totally in charge. We do what she says."
"Right. She's in charge."
David gripped the doorknob and pushed the door open. The two men stepped inside and were greeted with a sight that was glorious.
Marion lounged on the edge of the bed, wearing the kind of smile that gets painted into world renown... or maybe it was the smile of a hungry predator about to pounce. She was wearing a tight black bodystocking that was somehow concealing and revealing her sexuality at the same time. It went down to her toes and out to her wrists, but was semi-seethrough, giving away just enough to be alluring. It was low-cut, allowing her perfect cleavage to be seen, although a keen eye would see her hard nipples as well. Her cheeks were flushed - she was excited for tonight.
In other words, she was breathtaking.
In other other words, she was Marion.
The guys' eyes were wide and they stood like deer in the headlights. "Hi there," she said, standing up. At this point the guys could see that her bodystocking was crotchless, and, against all biological possibility, their eyes got wider.
"Close the door behind you, take all your clothes off, and kneel before your Queen," Marion said. Mere seconds before, David and Cameron probably would have hesitated at the idea of just stripping down in front of each other. But in the presence of a Goddess like Marion, they complied as quickly as they could and in moments they were naked, kneeling, and staring at the floor.
From this vantage point her amazing feet were her most prominent feature, clad in sexy open-toed heels. David had the immediate urge to kiss those perfect feet and wondered if Cameron felt the same way. He resisted the idea, though, as he had learned the hard way what would happen if he did so without permission.
"You've done well, bitch." Marion addressed David in the usual manner. "I should probably reward you for following my command so perfectly and bringing him to me." Marion leaned down as if to whisper in David's ear. "But I won't." She stood back up and gave him a kick in her heels.
The command itself had come a little over a week before. David was rubbing Marion's feet, sitting under her desk while she used her computer. "I want to be someone's first."
"What's that?" David asked.
"Excuse me??" came the swift reply.
"I'm so sorry, what did you say, my Queen?"
"I want to be someone's first, I want to take a man's virginity."
David thought a brief moment before responding. "You were my first, my Queen. You took mine."