Mr. Prince's Greenhouse

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While the Penthouse was the Owner's domain, sharing the roof with the penthouse was Mr. Prince's greenhouse. It was a magical place, quite literally. When he wasn't roaming the Luxury Perks, Mr. Prince could be found up here, relaxing and tending to his plants, exotic flowers from all over the world. Were one versed in botany or especially knowledgeable about flowers, they'd probably note that the plants growing in this place didn't belong here. They were native to all different biomes and clients. They were all blooming, even though most weren't in season. These flowers were Prince's adopted children, and he loved them dearly.

The greenhouse was elegantly decorated and artfully designed, with marble tile walkways amidst all the color. Toward the middle of the greenhouse was a seating area with pair of cushioned wicker chairs and a round steel table, inlaid with the same marble as was on the floor. In the arched ceiling above were elaborate riggings and along one wall of the greenhouse were worktables and gardening tools, along with a deep well sink. The greenhouse was warmer and more humid than anywhere other than the Sauna in Luxury Perks, and Mr. Prince liked it that way, it reminded him of home.

 

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Today was going to be a good day. It had been several days since he'd last seen Charlotte, but before she'd left, he'd given her his card and told her to call him if she wanted more.

Last night, she called. Given that today was a Saturday, he invited her to see his garden for an afternoon tea and she accepted, even if there's been a bit of concern and apprehension in his voice. Fair, he admitted. She could likely sense he'd, at one point, intended to sacrifice her to use as fertilizer. He'd decided otherwise since, but once a person suspects you intend to kill them, it will always flavor your interactions.

Drawing a cellphone from his pocket, he called down to the slave staff. "Send Samantha to my greenhouse. I have need of her services."

And that's all he gave her to go on. A cryptic summons to his private sanctum, for something. How would she dress? How would she prepare? It was only 1 o'clock in the afternoon. She may very well still be asleep. How long would it take her to arrive?

He could have told her his plans, of course, but where would be the fun in that?
 

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Samantha had been roaming the halls of The Brothel, making sure things were in place, being maintained, up to par. things had to look good for the patrons of course, and part of her chores entailed making sure The Brothel was up to snuff. She was wearing a very simple, tight fitting playboy shirt she had in her closet and some black shorts. Nothing too fancy for the head slave at the moment, the ever present 'LP' dangling from her neck.

It was long until one of the bodyguards had informed her that Mr. Prince requested her presence. That was rather odd, considering it was simply her 'services' he required. Course, that could mean anything coming from that man, that God as it were. Exhaling a bit as she finished adjusting a frame, she turned and headed towards the elevator. It was rare she went to the penthouse, most of the time it was for something special with The Owner, perhaps entertainment for a party, so as the doors parted and she stepped inside, looking out towards the Garden area, she made her way over.

Poking her head outside, she looked around. "Master Prince. It's Samantha, you summoned me?" She asked out, stepping onto the marble and gazing at the insanely beautiful flower garden Master Prince had.
 

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When she entered, Mr. Prince was tending to a flowering bush with violet blossoms. He had a pair of gardening sheers in one hand and a spray bottle in the other. Despite her announcing her presence, he didn't respond immediately, instead carefully snipping away a bit of dead leaves first. Then, he looked back at her, gaze sliding over her attractive form.

Like her, he was more casually dressed than normal, not even wearing a dress shirt, but rather a pale, earthy green top with buttons down to the mid chest, left mostly open, along with a pair of khakis and dock shoes. The casual attire seemed almost incongruous on the enigmatic individual, but this was a comfortable place for him and he seemed to 'fit' here. "Ahh, good. You're here. We don't have that long until my guest arrives."

He carried the spray bottle, sheers and clippings over to his work bench. The tools were replaced where they belonged and the clippings were tossed in the sink. "Tell me, Samantha." He began to wash his hands, "Have you ever served a proper English tea? Tiered platter of different pastries, hot tea, milk, sugar?" After turning off the water, he gave his hands a shake, then dried them on a pristine hand towel and began walking back to the slave, looking her up and down, lips twisting with disapproval. "Regardless, you can't serve in that. It's fetching, but you look to be on your way to the gym. Take all of that off. I'll have an apron delivered with the tea." Pulling out his phone, he turned away, texting just that down to the kitchen.

 
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Samantha was shocked when she saw the Master in such an... ordinary attire. It was rather odd to see him so, at home it seemed. She was a bit flustered that he'd ignored her, or so it seemed, but before long he was turning and talking to her. "You mean like, tea time in England, proper tea? Well, no Master, I've never served something like that, but I mean, unless you're looking for a proper ceremony or something, I doubt it would be very difficult to setup tea, pastries, milk, sugar and biscuits, as the Brits call it."

Watching him eye her up and down, she was a bit flattered at his compliment, but tilted her head. "Master, I was under the impression you desired... well sex, or something of the sort when you mentioned my services. Wouldn't another of the slaves be more..." And suddenly he was back on his phone ordering what he'd just inquired about and once again, she was flustered. He wanted her to serve him and a guest a proper English tea? What sort of guest was coming that needed to have such a showing.

It wasn't long before things were delivered, and the apron was brought with everything needed, as she quickly peeled off her top and her shorts, revealing her nude form underneath, freshly groomed as she folded her clothes and placed them on the countertop. It didn't take her long to tie the apron off, her back and ass fully on display, as she was sure was the reason for the apron, short as it was. She did look rather stunning in just an apron. "Master Prince, did you have a preference on the type of tea?" She asked in a bit of a light huff.
 

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Mr. Prince looked her over again after she changed and nodded, a pleased smile on his lips. "Yes, that is much better." He picked up a length of leather cord off the work table and walked around behind her, gathering her hair back away from her neck and binding it into a thick ponytail. "You began to ask a question earlier before I ordered up your apron. Something along the lines of asking if another slave might be better suited to my needs. After all, you are the very best of slaves. Surely, your time is far too valuable to tend to my whims."

Still holding her ponytail, he pulled her over to his marble table before pushing her down onto it's cold, stone surface. "Your pride is going to get you in trouble one of these days, my dear. I wanted you for this, so I summoned you and you came. That is how this is supposed to work. At what point did you decide you could question the natural order of things?" Rather than spank her, which would seem to be the natural method of discipline in this moment, as he held her down on the table, his free hand slipped between her thighs, adroit fingers beginning to play with her bare sex with the grace of a professional musician. He strummed her clit, dipped into her moistening sex, stirred her boldly.

"I've already ordered my tea from the kitchen. It'll be Darjeeling. You will serve my guest and I. That will include pouring tea. That could involve serving other needs. Given it is your place to serve, I think that's only appropriate." His fingers were making lewd noises as he toyed with her, but rather than continue pushing her toward an orgasm, he drew back his hand and gave her a sharp, strong slap right to her sex.

"Now. Since you seem to have forgotten the nature of our relationship, I think you need a reminder. I understand that mortals tie strings around their fingers for memory enhancement, but I think we can do better." He pulled her up by the ponytail he still hadn't released and walked her over to a discreet cabinet by the worktable. Opening it, he revealed a healthy assortment of BDSM toys. "Nipple clamps, I believe. Choose the clamps, connected by a chain. Apply them, then hang the heaviest weight you can bear while walking from the chain." There were two options really. One set of clamps was the safer, gentler rubber coated clamps. The others were more classic alligator clips. He would almost certainly allow a lighter weight with the alligator clips.

He helped her, by lifting the apron up over her head and baring her breasts for ease of access.
 

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Samantha was again shocked as Master Prince put her hair up, but then ultimately realized why as he pulled her with him, causing her to step quickly as he was taller than she was before she was shoved down onto the marble table. "No! Master, your time is of the utmost importance to me! I was simply suggesting..." She stopped suddenly as she moaned out loudly, his fingers like that of grace and expert maneuvering, her back arched almost immediately. "I wasn't... oh, ahhhhh... Questioning..." She cried out as he pushed into her, stirring her insides as she gripped the sides of the table, moaning loudly again, her body shuddering at his expert touch. "Please forgive me Master!" She cried out as he continued, showing no signs of stopping as he spoke, before he suddenly retreated and came down hard, slapping her pussy as she screamed out.

Her body jerked, but his grip was tight, her legs quivering from the pleasureable sensations as well as the pain but suddenly she was pulled up again, yelping slightly from the rough treatment and hauled over towards his cabinet. "Yes Master Prince, of course." She quickly responded, her body completely wild at the moment with pleasure, wanting more of the treatment he'd just given her, but she knew it was more of a punishment what he'd just done to her, so she wasn't as ignorant to bring it up. Looking at the two options, she knew the alligator clamps would hurt, but likely be the more correct choice, so she reached for them as he lifted her apron. Tugging on her own nipples for a few seconds, she would exhale as she clamped one, gasping before she clamped the other and lightly cried out from the sudden painful sensation.

As she reached for a rather heavy weight, certainly not the heaviest, she would take the hook on it and connect it to the chain hanging between her breasts. "Ahhhhh.... fuck...." She groaned out as she felt how painful it was, but pleasureable in a sense because she enjoyed her nipples being tormented, but as she turned to wlak, she knew it was going to be a bitch later on. "Will the Master please forgive me and allow, OW... Allow me to setup the tea for he and his guest?" Samantha was irritated, to say the least, but she knew her place, especially given that this man was a God and could likely crush her if he wanted to.
 

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The deity watched quietly as she disciplined herself, his face giving little indication of his true feelings regarding her choices. It was at times like this that his inhumanity was more apparent. His mask didn't slip, exactly, but he didn't put the effort into maintaining it, growing still with a cold affect. He didn't radiate anger, so much as disappointment. While Samantha had never seen him truly angry, would it be worse than this?

When she turned to face her, the weight tugging down on her tortured nipples, he reached out to tap the weight with a single finger, just hard enough to send a fresh jolt through her. "Nicely done." His gaze rose back to her face, "The tea should be delivered soon. You may set up the table when it arrives, but first." He brought his hand up near her lips, fingers gleaming and smelling of her natural aroma. He didn't give her the order, trusting she'd know what was expected. She was, after all, the best of the slaves.

Of course, he held the hand forward and down from her mouth, so in order to properly clean his fingers, she'd need to lean forward, which would cause the weight to swing and sway, changing the way it pulled on her nipples. She applied the clips properly, so they shouldn't slip off, unless she were very, very unlucky.

The tea would be delivered soon after. There was a classic silver tea service with porcelain cups, and a multi tiered stand laden with different pastries and small finger sandwiches.
 

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Samantha gasped loudly as he tapped the weight, her nipples starting to hurt, but she knew from experience it would eventually go away, however when they were taken off, it would be incredibly painful fir a moment. She nodded as he spoke, and then watched his fingers come up near her face, but at an awkward angle. She wasn't stupid, she knew what he was doing and it was incredibly coy of him. As she leaned forward, she gasped out as she took his fingers into her mouth and started to suckle on them, licking them as she pushed them down deeply to make sure she could fully clean them before she coughed a bit and groaned as the weight shook.

"Thank you Master." She said softly, as the tea was finally delivered with everything that was needed for them. She would quickly step away from the Master, gritting her teeth each time the weight moved, and having to move her upper body, bending over to set things up, she would consistently groan and gasp as the weight certainly did it's job. She was swift in setting everything up to look nicely, the cups angled correctly, pastries and sandwiches laid out for easier access as well as sugar or honey, if it was needed with access to smaller spoons.

"May I ask who you're entertaining Master Prince to warrant such... service?" Samantha was curious as she'd not heard of anyone of great importance coming today, but of course, Prince had his own life. Perhaps there were people in it that weren't visitors of the club.
 

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While Samantha was setting up the tea, Mr. Prince had gone back to tending his plants, trimming and watering the vibrant flowers as he awaited his guest. The slight groans of discomfort didn't seem to bother him at all, but at the same time, he didn't seem to be reveling in them either. She was just another bit of decoration in his garden, albeit a beautiful bit.

At her question, a smile crooked his lips. "The hopeless drinker. The one whom you indicated had a moral failing. The idea has intrigued me and I'm curious to see how she develops with a bit of patronage."

And just then, his phone chimed. He checked it and nodded, "What luck, she's here." He put up his tools and walked over to look over the tea service, before nodding agreeably and leaving the greenhouse altogether, needing to walk over to the elevator to meet her.

Charlotte stepped off the elevator, looking around. She was wearing a black cocktail dress, heels, and holding a clutch. Frankly, she looked dressed for a night out or a date. She saw Mr. Prince and nodded, "I was wondering what the price for your gifts would be."

Mr. Prince laughed, "Dear Charlotte. They aren't gifts if I make you pay."

"I know." Charlotte seemed skeptical, but took his offered hand, blinking as he leaned forward to kiss it.

"Come, come. Tea's ready for us." He led her into the greenhouse.

As Charlotte laid eyes on Samantha, said eyes went wide. "What the hell?"

"Oh, don't worry about her. She works here and is going to serve our needs." Mr. Prince kept leading her toward the table.

"Hey, if this is some sort of sex thin..."

Mr. Prince cut her off, "Right now, it's tea. It may well turn into some sort of sex thing, which is why you came. Try not to be so shocked that there's more than just me in the room. I assure you, Samantha here is very skilled at pleasuring women. She might be better with women than men. That said, she's a bit of a brat. You'll want to use a firm hand with her, else she'll use a firm hand on you. Isn't that right, Samantha?"
 

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Wait, really? Master Prince was... curious about her? Why? She seemed so... bland. As he exited to go see about the elevator and bring his guest to the greenhouse, Samantha finished on a few of the finer details, as she then smoothed out her apron, the weight behind it still dangling as she winced every so slightly as it was finally starting to get... better, for lack of better terminology. As Charlotte came into view, Samantha was actually stunned. She looked gorgeous. All things considered, Samantha was actually pleased with this development, however she knew Master Prince had some ulterior motive.

Once Charlotte noticed her, and started protesting it seemed, Samantha would bow, giving a low 'ah' when she felt the weight before righting herself as charlotte made mention of it being some sort of sex thing, once Master Prince cut her off and explained things. "While my skills for both men and women are certainly exquisite, I can assure you Master, and Ma'am, that I would never take preference in the patrons." Samantha was stung a bit when she was called a brat, but she knew it was true. She took pride in being head slave, and occasionally it got to her. "I would only use a firm hand provided it was needed or asked Master Prince." Samantha smiled, as she stood next to the tea and tray of sandwiches and pastries. "It's a pleasure to have you here Ma'am. If Master Prince has brought you to his garden, you must be quite... intriguing."
 

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“I don’t know about intriguing,” Charlotte replied lightly as she walked around, looking in awe at the garden. “Holy shit, this is beautiful.”

“Thank you, although I don’t use manure for fertilizer.” Mr. Prince pulled a chair out for Charlotte. “I do know it’s a figure of speech.”

“There’s no telling with you,” Charlotte has been about to explain. She walked over and had a seat, “Honestly, I thought ‘showing me your flowers’ was just a version of ‘Would you like to come up for coffee?’”

He scooted her forward, “And you still came.”

Cheeks flushed, she ducked her head, “Yes, well. After the other night I felt I owed you.”

“Don’t lie, it’s unbecoming.” He took his own seat and motioned for Samantha to pour the tea.

As Sam moved, Charlotte asked, “I hope this isn’t rude, but what’s going on under that apron?” It wasn’t a medallion if some sort. No chain.

“Show her, Samantha.”
 

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Samantha watched them both as they entered the garden, and couldn't help but have to stifle a chuckle at Master Prince's play at humor. This woman had no idea who he really was. Samantha saw the motion and quickly nodded and poured the tea, gasping lightly again as she'd forgotten, while standing there and listening to them, about the weight. Finishing with the tea, she quickly made her way to both of them, handing them the small plate with the beautiful cup atop it.

She moved to grab the tray of foods, but was stopped as Charlotte asked about what was under the apron. Samantha quickly turned on her heel, nodding as she lifted her apron enough to show the dangling weight attached to the chain of the alligator nipple clamps pulling on her tortured nipples. "Master Prince has punished me due to my arrogance about my position here." She spoke, her entirely nude form now on display for Charlotte as well as her shaven pussy was emaculate, her skin soft and almost glowing it seemed. Samantha wasn't shy in the slightest sense, but she usually considered her body to be shown to those worthwhile.
 

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Charlotte swallowed slightly at the sight of Samantha's body, the nudity doing little to ease the flush of the woman's cheeks. "Doesn't that hurt?"

"It does." Mr. Prince answered. "But Samantha enjoys a bit of pain. Take a closer look at her thighs and the sheen there. She is being on her very best behavior right now, because she knows if she misbehaves in front of a client, her punishment will be much worse indeed."

Charlotte actually leaned closer, noting the arousal on Samantha thighs. "Seems a strange thing to be turned on by."

"Don't knock it until you try it, my dear. Pain, properly applied, is a delight. Surely you've enjoyed a spanking. Same principle applies, just writ large. Before you leave, I'm going to have you remove the clamps from Samantha's nipples. You might think that a blessing, but it's the worse moment in the torture." Mr. Prince took a sip of his tea.

"And why would I do that?"

"The same reason you came today. You're curious about this world, its rules, its delights, its horrors. You, after losing that promotion, were facing a gray corporate existence of soul numbing mundanity, just waiting to die as the unworthy were exalted over you. Here, you've gotten a glimpse of a different world, an intriguing world, full of wonder and sensation." He paused, looking Charlotte in the eye, "And you want it. I'm just not sure if you're more fitting as a slave or a patron."

"I'm not going to be your slave." Charlotte replied immediately.

"We'll see." He replied with a smile. "Samantha, our guest looks hungry. Please ensure she's fed."
 

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Samantha would offer a smile as Charlotte asked if it hurt and Master Prince explained everything. She was in fact quite turned on, her arousal very evident as Charlotte leaned closer, inspecting her like an animal. The only thing keeping Samantha from saying anything to Charlotte was the fact that she was Master Prince's guest, so she was to be treated as a patron, otherwise Samantha would have nothing to do with the woman, but then again, Master Prince did send her to Brayden in The Common Room, so maybe he was onto something with Charlotte now as well.

When he mentioned she would remove them Samantha eyed Charlotte closely. This woman was going to see her in such agony, Samantha had to bite her lip as the two continued to speak. As Samantha stood idle, she would then quickly nod before lifting the tray with the finger sandwiches and pastries. "I've heard that the cookies, or biscuits as it were, are the typical choice of food to go with tea Ma'am." Samantha said, as she leaned down, gasping lightly once more as the weight sway under her apron, waiting to see what Charlotte decided before moving to offer Master Prince something. She was hoping he didn't take offense, she was taught guests were always to be served first. Treat them better than those hosting.

Looking back to Charlotte, she would smile. "Do you desire anything else Ma'am? Do you need sugar, honey, milk for your tea?"
 

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Charlotte would accept a cookie, finding this all very surreal. She couldn't help but smile as Samantha explained the concept of 'biscuits' to her, but didn't really comment on it. The cookie was shortbread, dipped in dark chocolate at one end. After taking a bite, she nodded, having to admit that was a damn good cookie... err, biscuit.

Mr. Prince, who seemed not the least bit cross that she's served his guest first, took a watercress sandwich for himself. Little bigger than her cookie, the crustless sandwich was cream cheese and watercress. Better than one might guess.

"Suga…"

"Try the honey," Mr. Prince suggested, largely because he genuinely thought it was better than sugar, but also because it would be a bit harder for Samantha to dispense.

"Alright... honey then." Charlotte allowed.

"I'll have milk and honey, and when you're done with our tea, kneel between us with the finger food." Mr. Prince took a bite of his sandwich.

"Do you really need me here for this?" Charlotte asked, a bit uncomfortable with the naked slave.

"Need, no. Want, yes. You see, Ms. Collins, that night I met you, it was because Samantha here pointed you out to me. Specifically, she pointed to you as an example of a sad, hopeless drunk who was unworthy of consideration." Mr. Prince crossed his legs, resting a hand on his upraised knee. "Samantha, who is the most exalted of our sex slaves, decided that you were beneath her interests or concern. Can you imagine that? A slave looking down on a free woman, because that woman had endured a bad day and was trying to numb her frustration with drink?"

Charlotte looked to Samantha, "Is... is that true?"
 

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Samantha had started to reach for the sugar when Master Prince made her change her mind, stifling a groan as she reached for the honey. It was indeed much more of a hassle, considering it was in a very nice, very fine dispenser. Stepping over towards Charlotte, she bent down, once more wincing as she dispensed the honey, as quickly as she was able, before finally making her way over towards Master Prince himself. She would replace the honey, and just as quickly lift the milk and add it to his tea.

Quickly she placed the milk down and lifted the tray with the sandwiches and pastries on it, kneeling between them on the marble as she groaned as silently as she could due to kneeling on the hard surface and the weight. As she looked at Charlotte then back at Master Prince, her eyes wide as he started explaining his reasoning, Samantha then finally put two and two together. This was one elaborate punishment, compounded with how he was treating her in terms of the nudity, weight, kneeling. Damn he was good...

Granted, he spoke highly of her, but she'd earned that, and as he turned Charlotte's attention to her, Samantha sighed and nodded. "It is true Ma'am. I was trying to show Master Prince how to read people to find out who was worthwhile. It sort of comes with my position, considering I'm expected to have high numbers Ma'am. With how you were, it was evident you'd dealt with a terrible day and thus you weren't worth trying to coax into something more because chances were you woudln't be inviting, you'd be crying." Samantha answered before looking down now as she knelt.
 

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"Huh..." Charlotte's spoon made a soft scraping noise as she stirred her tea, considering what was said. "When you put it that way, it's understandable."

"And misleading." Mr. Prince commented with a smile, reaching over to take one of the shortbread biscuits. "She's not being punished because she didn't think you were a good mark, Charlotte. She's being punished because she felt you were considered herself better than you, because she is a walking, talking nexus of desire and lust, and you were a sad, single woman sitting alone at the bar."

"Don't mistake me, Samantha is aesthetically more attractive than you are." He gestured to Charlotte with his cookie, "You are a beautiful woman, but Sam here is uniquely gifted. She's also a slave. And a slave prone to forgetting that while she might be the very best of our slaves, she exists to serve our patrons, all of our patrons. And, the next time I catch her disrespecting a patron, or a potential patron, we will see just how many patrons she can service in say, a 24 hour period with no breaks and no bathing." The shortbread crumbled in a satisfying fashion as he bit into it, his eyebrows arching upwards, "Mmm, this is a fine cookie." He offered the remaining half down to Samantha, as if he hadn't just threatened her with prolonged gang rape.

"So, I'm only here as some sort of perverse object lesson for a slave?" Charlotte didn't sound happy.

Mr. Prince blinked, "Oh... oh no. Not at all. I don't need you to punish Samantha. I just like to multitask. I'm interested in you. You are very interesting to me, largely because this is all new to you. I am jaded in ways you cannot imagine. But with you, with you I can experience some wonder, some uncertainty. I want to see how you develop when given unfettered access to this world of debauchery and pleasure."

"So, this is some sort of perverse My Fair Lady?"

"Mmm, that's not a bad analogy at all, really." He nodded, "I like it. So, let's talk about your first lesson. How would you punish Samantha for disrespecting you."

"I didn't know she disrespected me until you said something."

"Regardless, you know now. You must discipline her for this exercise. How would you do it?"

"I'm... I'm not sure. She seems to like pain. She might like humiliation. Your gang bang plan might just be something she'd use to prove she could do it. I think... I think based on what you said about being a 'nexus of desire and lust' she probably wouldn't like being ignored. Not being the center of attention. I'd make her uncomfortable, then put her in a situation where people should be paying attention to her, but don't."

"Like having tea while she kneels naked between us?" He asked with a smile and a sip of his tea.

"Yeah... I guess so. But you said I'm taking the clips off, so she will be the center of attention at some point."

"Perhaps, perhaps not. That really depends on you, and what you want."
 

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Samantha actually finally blushed now. She was being completely judged and for some reason... she loathed it. she didn't really know why, but then Master Prince spoke of her punishment, and she actually gasped, eyes going wide once more as she yelped, forgetting about the weight during her moment of surprise. "Forgive me for the noise Master, Ma'am." She said, as she looked at the cookie and leaned over and up to take it in her mouth, not using her hands at all, munching on it. Damn, that is an amazing cookie.

Master Prince did in fact enjoy multi-tasking. He was punishing her, quite severely she felt all things considered as he spoke of his interest in Charlotte and being able to see and experience things through her. When he asked her how she would dish out the punishment, Samantha looked at Charlotte, knowing this woman had no experience in this area whatsoever, but she was nailing every point, every detail. Pain, humiliation, the gang bang. She was immensely intelligent, and then she said it.

Ignored.

Prince was essentially ignoring her in all aspects just about as well as distracting Charlotte enough to have her ignoring Samantha as well for several moments. Son of a bitch... Samantha started blushing again. This is why she was loathing what was happening, it was an insanely clever punishment ploy from Master Prince. As he spoke of what Charlotte wanted, Samantha was once again looking at her and then she realized she'd tried to get attention numerous times already, though small, and she cursed herself for being so readable.
 

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"What I want?" Charlotte blinked, looking down to Samantha, then taking another cookie from the tray. "I'm not sure how my wants are going to play into this. I sort of feel like you're using me as a pawn to punish this woman. And that isn't the best of feelings."

"I am." He admitted shamelessly, offering a simple shrug by way of apology. "I'm afraid that playing games is a rather fundamental part of my nature and psyche. That said, I don't like to be the only player, which is why I'm giving you a choice for how our tea ends. It is going to end with sex. I think we're all a bit too primed for that not to happen. You, my dear Charlotte, will decide who participates in the sex. You and I could spend some quality time together, either dismissing Samantha outright or having her watch. You could decide that my own arrogance needs punishment and choose to have fun with Samantha, again either with dismissing me or having me watch. Or, all three of us could come together in various and sundry ways."

Charlotte took a sip of her tea as she thought, commenting lightly, "I think the honey is better." After licking her lips, she looked to Samantha, "What d..."

"No." Mr. Prince interjected firmly. He shook his head and repeated, "No. Samantha is a slave who is being punished. What she wants or desires shouldn't factor into your decision. I know you are unused to dealing with slaves, but given what she's being punished for, I will not allow you to weigh her feelings, beyond whatever empathetic information you naturally glean."

"And if I decide to just leave and not be a part of this?"

"I'll fuck Samantha. It's what she expected when she came up here. If I had to guess, she'd consider that a victory. I wouldn't get what I really want, which is to see you use power, and she'd be used, which is something she enjoys." He sat his empty cup on the tray.

"I want her to say what she wants. You claim to be giving me the power, but to fully understand the decision, I want to know the full impact of it." Charlotte's gaze was firm as she held Mr. Prince's eyes.

"She'll lie. She'll say what she's supposed to say, and you'll have no way to know if it's the truth."

"I want to hear it."

Mr. Prince shrugged with a sigh. "As you wish."

Turning her attention to Samantha, Charlotte reached down to hook a finger under the woman's chin, lifting her gaze. "What do you want?"
 
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