Chapter 15: Self Respect endangers lives.
The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the bustling city of Calaman. The cobbled streets buzzed with activity; merchants hawking their wares, beggars gathering coins, and rogues lurking in the shadows. In the heart of it all was a merchant square, the centerpiece of the city, teeming with people from all walks of life.
Command:"Bring that maid outfit to the counter and ask if it comes with a list of rules for how to behave while wearing it. And don’t forget to curtsy when you ask."Why It Works: Involving a third party and adding a curtsy makes the act publicly humiliating and thrilling. This, added with the already sexual nature of the outfit, creates a new height of degradation and desire. Remember, it's crucial to make your slaves feel both owned and cherished in their new roles. Keep it up boss," Edgar said, giving Roxanne a pat on the head.
"Sure thing, Master!" Roxanne said, twirling her hair around her finger. "What would you like me to wear today?"
Edgar smirked and pulled her into his lap.
"Well, whore, if you're gonna act like one, you might as well look the part."
Roxanne blushed, feeling a familiar ache between her legs. Goddammit, she was such a slut for this asshole.
He pulled the outfit out from behind the counter and handed it to her. It was perfect - short, tight, and revealing. Roxanne couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to fuck him while wearing it.
She took a deep breath and curtsied. "Yes, Master.
I'll ask the counter for the maid outfit rules." Roxanne said, curtsying obsequiously.
Jessica rolled her eyes, "You better not screw this up, slut.
Make sure those assholes know who owns you."
Edgar grinned at Roxanne over a sip of his drink, "Don't worry, I've got it covered."
He took another glance around the bustling merchant square, gauging the reactions of the surrounding vendors. "No one can resist the charm of a beautiful girl who knows her place."
Roxanne hesitated but took a deep breath, grabbing the maid outfit from the table. She approached the counter, keeping her back straight and her shoulders back.
Woman #3:"So, let me get this straight—you were too shy to be blindfolded, too scared to talk dirty, and too selfish to let him record you? No wonder you’re here begging for a second chance."
Her words hit like a slap, and the sub bites her lip, struggling to hold back tears.
The Dom’s Verdict
The dom steps forward, his voice calm but firm.
Dom:"Do you agree with their assessment? That you were too shy, scared, and selfish?"
The sub nods slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, sir. I was all of those things."
Dom:"Then tell them—and the camera—what you’re going to do to make sure you’re never like that again."
She takes a shaky breath, her voice growing steadier as she speaks directly to the camera.
Sub:"I’ll give everything now. No more holding back. I’ll let myself be blindfolded, tied up, filmed—whatever pleases you. I’ll talk dirty, even if it embarrasses me, because I know it’s what I’m meant to do."
Jessica grunted in approval, a smug look on her face. "That’s more like it, whore."
Roxanne’s heart filled with determination, a burning desire to prove herself worthy of Master’s affections. "We should all start practicing our compromising positions," she declared.
Angela, the dark-haired first-level wizard, rolled her eyes, "I'll leave that to Jessica," she quipped.
"My magic is better spent on more useful things than getting you girls drunk."
Physically, Angela resembled a warrior princess, with muscles rippling underneath her ripped leather armor. Her thickPending B-cup breasts and sexy attitude screamed sexual aggression. Her sly teasing of the girls never ceased, whether it was with her minor illusion spell, or her sharp tongue that always seemed to cut deep. She had a special knack for putting a girl in her place and making them want her despite it.
Her charm spells were second to none, as Master had tested many times.
Once, she had talked her way into the private quarters of a sexist nobleman, charmed him, and fucked him on his throne before he knew what hit him. He didn't even realize he had agreed to hand over valuable information to her afterward.
She turned her attention to Edgar. "You're supposed to be leading us, boss. Shouldn't you be teaching us some fighting techniques instead of making us parade around like proud whores?" she asked, teasingly.
"You know I hate it when you call me that, slut," he grinned, unable to resist matching her tone. "And no, I've got a better idea. But first, let's get some drinks in us and really get this party started."
Edgar signaled the bar tender for a round of shots, and soon they were all feeling more than a little loose. They laughed, joked, and mingled with the drunken crowd - but Edgar couldn't help but keep one eye on Angela and her antics.
She was never one to shy away from a crowd, and her sharp tongue was already throwing out cutting remarks that had several patrons embarrassed and angry. He made a mental note to have a talk with her later, but for now, he just wanted to enjoy the night.
As the bar began to clear out, Edgar turned to his girls with a devilish grin.
"All right, my little whores, time to put your drunken antics to good use."
Angela was the first to respond, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "What do you have in mind, boss man?"
Edgar leaned in close, whispering his plan into their eager ears. The girls exchanged excited glances before erupting into laughter, the sound rich and unrestrained.
They moved quickly and quietly through the now-empty square, making their way to the tower that loomed ominously above the city.
Edgar took a moment to let his eyes adjust to the darkness, but Angela was already eagerly searching for a staircase.
"Come on, you old pervert," she called over her shoulder, smiling wickedly as she skipped up the steps. "Let's see what other embarrassing shit you can make us do!"
Jessica and Roxanne snickered behind him, their laughter bouncing off the walls like a twisted nursery rhyme.
"Come on, you heard the boss man," Jessica said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Let's get our embarrass on!"
Roxanne rolled her eyes but followed obediently, her plump bottom swaying seductively in her too-short skirt. Edgar watched appreciatively as they climbed the stairs, his mind filled with images of all the degrading acts he could make them perform once they reached the top.
"No cheating now, you cheating sluts," he called after them, grinning wickedly as Jessica stuck her tongue out at him.
They reached the top of the tower, a room shrouded in darkness and mystery. Angela immediately spun on her heels, gesturing to the space around them. "Alright, dipshits, what next? Are we gonna sacrifice a virgin or some shit?" She laughed, her voice echoing ominously through the room. Edgar ignored her for the moment, pulling out a small bag from his cloak.
"We don't need no virgin sacrifice, you dumb bitch," he said with a chuckle.
"We got my whores right here."
Edgar pulled out a long rope from the bag. The girls squealed in delight, realizing that their master had something special planned.
"What are you doing with that, boss?" Roxanne asked, her eyes wide with anticipation.
"Oh, nothing much, my little tit-fucking slut," he said, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.
"I thought we could have some fun up here and test out your blowjob skills."
Roxanne's eyes lit up, knowing all too well that Edgar's definition of 'fun' typically involved degrading acts of servitude. She eagerly took the rope from him, preparing to bind her wrists behind her back.
Angela, however, was having none of it. "Excuse me?" she spat, indignant.