Monique's body ached, but wonderfully so. The entire weekend was fantastically consumed in the erotic fantasy, as if she had fallen down Alice's rabbit hole into another world. She strangely felt as if she was losing herself in her submission to the mysterious tea master, and yet she was somehow gloriously finding herself in ways she didn't know was possible.
She did as Javier had told her, returning to her apartment covered in the cum that drenched her all weekend. It was impossible to hide as she walked in. Candace was drinking a cup of coffee in the kitchen, wearing only a t-shirt, too tight to conceal the outline of her beautiful tits and too short to cover her pussy. Monique couldn't deny the ache of seeing her standing there, instantly flooding her mind with the vivid images of Carl fucking her beautiful bound body behind her back.
"Damn, where have you been all weekend?" she asked, stunned by the sight of Monique's cum-covered body, concealed only partially by the dress she wore to work the previous Friday.
"Heaven," Monique answered, "rather than this hell-hole with you," she quipped as she walked straight into her room to shower.
"Damn," Candace repeated, stunned at the look of deep pleasured contentment on Monique's face and the sight of her painted body. Monique looked like she had taken a bath in cum.
Candace's curiosity grew with every passing hour through the day as she watched Monique interact with customers and guests at work. She had never seen Monique look so happy, even when she was at the peak of her relationship with Carl. It was still awkward and uncomfortable for the two to interact at work. Monique continued to make a point to avoid Candace, as she had since the moment she walked in on her betrayal with her beloved Carl. While it grieved Candace that her betrayal cost her friendship with Monique, she saw it as worthwhile to have bagged the prize of having Carl for herself - and the amazing sex with him that Monique used to brag about. Everything she said about him was true. And yet, how could Monique be so happy and seemingly unaffected so soon? Where had she been all weekend? Candace's irrepressible nosy curiosity and envy was driving her crazy. She knew Monique too well; she knew something was different. None of it made any sense.
Monique could read Candace as well, and could tell her sudden unexplainable happiness in the aftermath of the seismic betrayal was bothering Candace. Monique savored her secret. Time passed quickly for her at work. Monique broke from her usual routine of having lunch with Candace, or grabbing something quick at the sandwich shop two doors down, to satisfy her longing to see Javier, if only briefly.
Monique hurried to the teashop and pushed open the large ornate wooden door to step into her new magical world. Her eyes quickly darted around the room, eagerly looking for her master. Her face lit up and eyes widened as they locked in on her prize. Javier smiled back at her from behind the large wooden counter with the backdrop of the dozens of exotic teas behind him. She wondered what new experiences they would summon for her, and what new worlds they would transport her to.
Javier's mind connected with hers and directed her to unbutton the top three buttons of her blouse. As if her idea, and despite her keen social awareness of its indecency, Monique immediately unfastened the top three buttons of her white blouse. She instantly smiled with satisfaction, as if his penetrating thought had been something she was dying to do. Every act of obedience to her master's mind deepened her submissive connection to him, as well as the inner-contentment it brought. "Sit at the back table," he thought, focusing his mind on hers. Monique walked to the back table and sat in the large overstuffed chair where it all began a few nights before.
"Oh gawd, I am so desperate for you," Monique said as Javier walked toward her with two cups of tea in his hands. "I couldn't wait to come back."
"I've missed you too," he answered. "How was work this morning?"
"I've never felt better, thanks to you," she said. "I'm a little sore, but in the best ways," she added.
"Hmmm, good," he said. "And Candace?"
"I can't look at her," Monique confessed. "I can tell my happiness today is bothering her though. She just about shit a brick with envy when she saw me walk into our apartment covered in your cum. She's too competitive to let it go. She wants to gloat that she got Carl, but not knowing where I was all weekend and why I am so happy is driving her crazy."
"Sounds like you're enjoying it," Javier said.
"I want to rub her face in it," Monique answered honestly. "As much as I am lost in this amazing magic, I can't get over the picture of seeing Candace blindfolded and bound, while Carl was having his way with her. What bothered me even more was how she didn't care what it did to me," she added.
"Then make your justice fit her crime," Javier said.
"What do you mean?" Monique asked.
"Invite her here. Tell her you want to talk and make things right. When she comes, put her under the spell of a tea and use her mind to bring your justice.
"Damn, we can do that?" realizing she had a lot to learn from him. "That's awesome. It's wonderfully evil."
"Its not evil," Javier answered softly. "It's justice. There is a difference."
"We can really do that?" she asked admiringly.
"You can do that, and more," he answered.
"What about Carl?" Monique asked.
"What about Carl?" Javier replied. "Bring him in, offer him some tea, and then let him also reap the consequences of his actions. Karma."
Monique smiled devilishly. "Damn, you are good at this," she said.
"I am. I am only harnessing the power of teas that has been used for centuries. They answer many secrets of antiquity."
"Seriously?"
"How did Cleopatra come to such power as a woman in ancient Egypt, even seducing and having her way with the most powerful men in the world like Marc Antony? Many think it was just her beauty and political prowess. Honest historians know that makes no sense. One cup at a time, she brought leaders to their knees under her spell. Soon, the power of the teas will be yours to wield," he said.
Monique smiled slyly as she leaned in closer to her Master, imagining the ways she would use it.
"Shall I call you my Cleopatra?" he asked.
"You can call me anything you wish," she said, "or tell me to do anything that pleases you. I will do exactly as you say," she added, repeating the covenant planted deep in her soul.
"Use the teas," he said. "You are ready. It is time to exact your justice and set yourself free for me."
Monique smiled devilishly. "What do I do?" she asked.
