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"No, next time," I said as I overpowered her and flipped her around to clip her wrists behind her back, "You are mine to do with as I please!" I growled as I gave her bottom a spank.
"I'll hold you to that, Master," she replied, beaming back at me, "But we need to shower...you smell," she continued cheekily, finishing with a scrunched-up face."
Faking offence, I took the opportunity to exert some control as I led her by the elbow and walked from the room as she hurried to keep up with me while cuffed. I found the door I was looking for to the most ornate bathroom I'd ever seen, which said something given that I'd grown up in a Palace.
A gigantic bathtub in the centre of the room shimmered as if made of solid gold and could easily fit a group of people with a long line of taps running along one side. I made my way over to the left side wall, where there was an open tiled area with shower heads.
Testing the taps, I soon worked out the hot and cold controls for the showers as the water and steam cascaded everywhere. I went to help Scarlett into the shower as she backed away.
"Master, my bra, I need to take it off first," she stated. I released her wrists, and she quickly removed them. Before she had the chance to protest, I clipped her wrists together at her front.
Finding a soap dispenser on the side of the wall, I started washing as Scarlett, without complaint, awkwardly tried to help me using her bound hands. I then turned my attention to her and lathered her with soap as I enjoyed feeling my hands all over her body. She jerked a little as I ran my hand over her pussy but even more so when I paid more attention to her puckered hole as I thoroughly cleaned it. Once we stepped out of the shower, I relented and released her hands with a thought as she came up behind me for a small embrace.
"Master, I need to dry my hair properly, or I'll look like a crazed witch," she said, trying to be light-hearted, before giving me a peck on the mouth. Leaving droplets of water on the floor as she left. I realised our mistake of not looking for towels beforehand, as she quickly returned with two and handed one to me before she began to wrap her hair.
I dried myself and dressed while Scarlett sorted herself out.
While I was lounging on a sofa, a young bellhop appeared with the hotel menu. I ordered one of my favourites for dinner hoping Scarlett would enjoy it as well. When she finally came to join me, she had dressed in a revealing dark green slave dress which barely covered her breasts.
"Scarlett, you know you don't need to dress like that," I stated as she moved to kneel by my side.
"What are you doing?" I asked as she looked away.
"Master, I realised you were trying to reassert your control, so I thought you'd prefer me like this."
I did indeed find her stunningly beautiful in her dress and submissive position but realised I might have been a little too assertive, considering I'd just let Scarlett be in control.
"I'm sorry," I said as I guided her to sit beside me, "I was feeling a little strange after our fun earlier. I could have been more considerate."
"But Master, I felt how much you enjoyed it!" she replied more alertly.
"Exactly, it worried me," I replied, feeling guilty.
"I told you you'd enjoy it, and there is nothing that you should find shameful. You don't need to make me submit to reassert yourself. I am and will always be your slave."
I smiled back at her, somewhat reassured, as there was a small chime from the door.
Before I could get up, she lithely climbed to her feet and rushed to the door to the suite.
She returned moments, leading a couple of porters carrying trays as she directed them to place the food and drinks on a table beside one of the armchairs in the central area of the suite.
I baulked at the sheer amount of food, feeling guilty that I hadn't been more specific in my request. Making my way over to the table as the porters left, I admired the assorted raw and cured fish with rice filling the entire platter.
What did you order for us?" Scarlett asked as she came to look down over the platter.
"A delicacy from the Kingdoms in the Far East," I said, excited to share this with her. A larger table by one of the windows showed the setting sun in the distance as I picked up the platter to relocate.
"Wait, Master," Scarlett said as I turned and saw her holding a sizeable silken pillow she had collected from the bed.
She proceeded to place it beside the armchair before slipping down to kneel.
"There is no need, and we can sit by the window!" I said, worried at how her kneeling on the pillow, in her ever-so-revealing dress, had on me.
"No, Master, it will be good practice for a time when we have company."
"You know I have no intention of having you serve me like this when we have company."
"Don't be silly, Master. As a pleasure slave, this is how I should sit at a banquet," she said.
"To be clear, you will only ever sit beside me and not below me if we are ever at a banquet together," I replied sternly before giving her a little smile that she reciprocated.
I nervously sat down on the armchair as she looked at me expectantly. I reached for a set of wooden sticks and expertly used them to lift a piece of raw fish that was placed neatly on rice and dipped it into a bowl of thin brown sauce before popping it in my mouth. It was as good as I remembered, and I drooled in appreciation. I then repeated the steps but held out the following piece for Scarlett, who allowed me to feed her.
"Wow, that is amazing!" she exclaimed, beaming back at me.
I found it intensely erotic to feed her like this, and she was more than willing to try everything on the plate at least once. In no time, we'd decimated the feast, discovering that we shared similar tastes in food.
After our dinner, one of the porters returned and collected the now primarily empty platter leaving behind the jugs of water, wine and juices.
We finally began fully exploring the suite as Scarlett led the way, although I didn't pay all that much attention as I secretly admired her tight bottom from behind as I couldn't get the thoughts of playing with her other hole out of my head. Scarlett quickly backtracked as we entered one of the rooms, pushing herself into me as it became all too apparent that a combination of her lithe form and my rampant imagination had my cock ready for action.
"Master, let's try a different room," she said with a look of concern on her face.
I was intrigued, so I stepped past her and adjusted the nodule on the wall, sliding the connection mechanism as it drew the reactive crystals in the light sconce together to illuminate the room better. In doing so, it revealed an intricate leather bench of a sort I'd not seen before.
"What is that?" I asked with a strange fascination at what looked like leather cuffs at the four corners.
"That's a Font bench, Master," Scarlett replied coldly.
"What is it for?" I asked while trying to work it out myself.