Chapter 22: Angela shows off new tricks
The city of Kalaman was bustling with activity as the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the medieval buildings. The cobblestone streets were alive with the sounds of merchants selling their wares, children playing and dogs barking. It was in this vibrant and busy environment that Edgar's Keep stood tall, a grand and imposing fortress that was home to the famous Dragonlance bard.
Upon entering the tavern, the atmosphere changed drastically.
It was like stepping into another world - a world of debauchery and hedonism.
The first thing Angela noticed was the music, it was a relentless thumping beat that seemed to pulsate through her very being.
She saw the patrons of the tavern, they were a motley crew of all shapes, sizes, and ages.
But they all had one thing in common - each and every one of them was completely and utterly entranced by the music and the atmosphere of the tavern.
"Good evening, Lord Edgar," Emily squealed as she thrust a wine pitcher into the bard's hands, spilling some of the creamy liquid over the golden and black velvet drapes that adorned the room.
"Ah, Emily, you nasty little minx, I do so enjoy your unpredictability," Edgar said, winking and taking a sip of the wine.
Kitiara giggled at Emily's faux pas, her own train of thought derailed momentarily as she caught sight of a familiar face across the room.
"Edgar, look! It's Mark over there by the bar! I haven't seen him since that night we robbed the royal vault," she exclaimed, motioning towards the corner of the tavern.
"Ah, Kitiara, my dear, I see you've spotted your mark," Edgar replied, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Why don't you and Emily go over and see if he remembers you?"
Kitiara's eyes sparkled with mischief as she nudged Emily in the side.
"Go on, Emily. You were always his type. All innocent and frail like a lamb," she said, smirking.
Emily blushed, feeling a mix of anger and excitement at the thought of seeing Mark again. "Well if he can get past my cunning and street smarts, maybe he'll remember me after all," she retorted, a devilish glint in her emerald eyes.
Edgar watched as the two women made their way over to the bar, Kitiara squeezing Emily's hand playfully as they navigated through the crowded tavern.
Both of them were chatting excitedly, clearly making plans and strategizing about what they would say to old Mark.
Edgar chuckled to himself as he watched the two, but then he caught sight of someone else who had just entered his tavern.
It was Kathleen, the buttoned-up and proper spinster librarian.
Her eyes scanned the room nervously, clearly uncertain about what she was getting herself into.
Perfect, Edgar thought to himself.
Time to start her training.
He approached Kathleen, that same wicked smile on his face that Angela had grown to know so well.
"Good evening, Kathleen. I'm glad you could make it," he said, extending a hand for her to shake.
She hesitated for just a moment before taking it, her cheeks already flushed with embarrassment.
"Listen, Edgar, I don't know what Angela told you, but I'm not really the type of woman to... well, you know," she said, glancing around at the debauchery that surrounded them.
Edgar chuckled, his hand still gripping hers.
"Oh, I know exactly what type of woman you are, Kathleen.
And that's why I hand-picked you for this special training. You see, Angela may have been my queen of shame and degradation for the night, but I have a feeling you'll be my favorite slut in no time."
Kathleen's eyes widened as Edgar said this, but she couldn't deny the thrill the prospect of being his favorite slut sent through her body.
"But first things first, I believe you have a special talent that requires honing. Care to show me?" he asked, a devious glint in his eyes.
Kathleen hesitated for a mere moment before nodding slowly, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Y-yes, Edgar. I'll show you what I can do," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Edgar grinned, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Excellent! I knew I could count on you, Kathleen. Now, let's get down to business. First things first, I want you to remove your clothes and get on the stage."
Kathleen's eyes widened in shock and embarrassment. "W-what?
Ah, shit, alright, fine!" she stammered, her cheeks turning a deep shade of pink.
Edgar grinned wickedly, leading her to the middle of the stage.
"Now, Kathleen, I want you to strip down to your underwear and do a little dance for our friends here."
At this, Kathleen hesitated, looking around nervously.
'But...but what will everyone think? I-I've never danced in front of anyone before! I don't know the first thing about it.' She stammered, her voice laced with uncertainty.
"Ah, Kathleen, my dear, that's where you're wrong," Edgar said with a sly smile. "You've been dancing all your life, you just didn't know it yet."
Before Kathleen could protest further, Edgar grabbed her hand and pulled her to the center of the stage.
The audience erupted into laughter at her obvious discomfort.
"Remember, every event in life is a performance, Kathleen," Edgar said, with a wink. "And you, my dear, are about to give the performance of a lifetime."
Kathleen's eyes widened, and she hesitated for a moment, looking around at the leering crowd. She was not used to such a setting, but with a deep breath, she began to move. To her surprise, she found her body responding to the music, swaying and twisting in ways she'd never imagined.
The more she danced, the more the crowd cheered, and the more empowered she felt.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the tavern, Emily and Kitiara had successfully cornered Mark and were regaling him with tales of their past exploits.
"Do you remember that time we stole the royal jewels?" Kitiara said with a wink.
Mark's eyes widened. "You didn't."
Emily grinned, taking a swig of ale. "We did.
And if you're a good boy and buy us some drinks, we might tell you more about that and some of our other exploits," Emily replied, batting her eyelashes innocently.
Mark, clearly entranced by the two women, immediately ordered a round of drinks for everyone. Emily and Kitiara shared a look of triumph and continued regaling Mark with tales of their wild adventures.
Back on the stage, Kathleen was now fully into her dance, her body moving gracefully to the music as she gyrated and twirled in her lacy underwear.
The crowd roared with approval, and Edgar watched with a sly grin as the librarian came out of her shell.
Meanwhile, over at the bar, Mark was getting an earful from Emily and Kitiara, who were taking turns telling him about their many run-ins with the law. Mark's eyes widened as the two women recounted their tales of daring and cunning, his mouth hanging open in shock.
At one point, Emily leaned in and whispered something into Mark's ear, causing him to blush furiously and stammer out a response.
Kathleen came off the stage and went to a private room with Edgar and reacted.
Kathleen: "I can't believe I just did that! I feel so embarrassed but also empowered." (giggles and covers her face)
Edgar: "See, Kathleen, I knew you had it in you. You're a natural. Just imagine how far you can take your performance skills."
Kathleen: "What do you mean? Like perform for you privately?" (wink wink)
Kathleen list 6 sexual boundries you think you will never cross and rate them.
How open are you to exploring new things?"
Kathleen hesitated for a moment, nibbling on her bottom lip. "Well, I'm not really sure. I've never really explored my sexuality like that before. But here are six boundaries I can think of, ranked in order from least to most uncomfortable for me.
1.. Bondage with restraints - 4/10
2. Being watched while having sex - 6/10
3. Blowjobs - 3/10
4. Threesomes - 7/10
Kathleen @Dumb bitch collar List 5 more, kinks are good choices.
5. Spanking - 2/10
6. Roleplay and dress-up - 5/10
8. Public sex - 9/10
Kathleen looked down, biting her lip. "I've always been more of a 'vanilla' kind of person," she admitted with a blush.
Edgar chuckled at her choice of words. "Well my dear, part of being my favorite slut is exploring new flavors. List and rate the 4 men you most respect including men you might want to marry.
1. Emperor Kiron - 10/10
* Strong and powerful leader
* Visionary with a great mind
* Has a way of making me feel safe and cared for
2. Sir Garik - 9/10
* Strong and brave warrior
* Loyal and trustworthy friend
* Has a heart of gold
As Kathleen rattled off her list, Edgar listened intently, his eyes never leaving hers. He could tell she was hesitant about exploring new things, but he also knew that she was curious.
He decided to push her boundaries just a little bit more.
"Let's take this to the next level," Edgar said with a sly smile. "See that collar on the table? I want you to put it on."
Kathleen's eyes widened at the sight of the collar. She knew what it was for. It was a "dumb bitch" collar, a symbol of submission and ownership.
"B-but...I don't know if I can do that," she stuttered nervously. Kathleen list and rate your 5 biggest vulnerabilities.
How open are you to being exploited?
Kathleen hesitated for a moment before answering quietly. "Well, I guess my biggest vulnerabilities would be my insecurities about my intelligence, my fear of disappointing people, my need for approval, my sensitivity to criticism, and my tendency to become overwhelmed in new situations."
Edgar nodded thoughtfully. "Good. It's important to know your vulnerabilities as they will be used against you. But that's what makes you even more fun to play with."
Kathleen's eyes widened with alarm.
Well then list and rate 5 emotions you are feeling about the fact that you are about to get spanked, tied up, and fucked and take a facial in front of someone you know while doing dirty talk?
Embarrassed: 10/10
2. Nervous: 9/10
3.
Aroused: 8/10
4.
Excited: 9/1 0
5.Thrilled: 10/10
Edgar pointed to the collar on the table, "Now, let's take this to the next level, Kathleen. Put that on."
Kathleen gulped and looked at the collar, wondering if she was ready to take this step.
She hesitated before finally saying, "Alright, I'll do it. But I won't wear it for long."
Edgar chuckled and reached for a rope, "Oh, don't worry about taking it off.
Edgar smacked her in the ass hard and pulled her hair. Apologize for using the word but.
Kathleen blushed and wrapped the collar around her neck, nodding emphatically.
"Yes, yes, I'll wear it as long as you want me to," she murmured, her voice a soft purr of surrender.
Edgar's eyes widened with delight as he quickly secured the collar around the librarian's neck, pulling her close to him for a long, wet kiss as he ran his hands over her shaking, trembling body. You get a choice now, doggy style and you follow a script of degrading dirty talk or you on top and I humiliate you and try to break you every orgasm.
Think about that and let me know. Kathleen: "I...I don't know..."
Edgar: "Oh come on Kathleen, don't be shy. Let's make this fun! I'll make you cum like you've never cum before, but you have to do exactly as I say or I'll stop.
Understand?" Kathleen nodded, her heart racing with excitement and trepidation.
"Good girl," Edgar purred, his fingers tracing a path down her body.
He slipped his hand underneath her thong and began to rub her clit in circular motions, causing her to moan softly.
"Let's see if you can handle this," he said, before casting a hypnotic pattern spell on her.
Kathleen's eyes glazed over as the magic took effect, and she became completely entranced by Edgar's touch.
"Go on, pet," he cooed, "Get on all fours and spread those legs wide for me."
Without hesitation, Kathleen obeyed, feeling herself become weak and vulnerable in front of this dominating man.
Edgar chuckled as he moved behind her, sliding a finger inside her wet pussy. "You taste amazing, pet," he growled, moaning in pleasure as he pumped his finger in and out of her.
Kathleen couldn't believe what she was doing. She was spreading her legs for this man, letting him touch her in ways no one ever had before. And she loved it.
"Please, Edgar," Kathleen begged, wanting more. She needed to feel him inside her, filling her up completely.
He smirked and stood up, slowly undressing in front of her. His cock sprang free, erect and ready for her.
Kathleen's eyes widened at the sight of it. It was huge.
And Kathleen's eyes went wide as she saw it. She just couldn't believe that this was happening to her.
Edgar chuckled, walking towards her. "Don't worry, pet, I'll be gentle," he said, as he stroked himself slowly, looking down at Kathleen with a wicked grin.
She gulped and nodded before getting up on her knees and taking him into her mouth. She started sucking and licking, relishing in the feeling of him growing even harder in her mouth.
Edgar moaned in pleasure and reached down to grab her hair, pulling her closer as she serviced him.
"Fuck, yes, pet. Take it all," he grunted, bucking his hips up in her mouth.
He gets her on top of him and calls her a dumb bitch as he slides in.
She gasps in delight at the size, finding herself riding him hard and fast. "God, Edgar, it feels so good," she moans.
But the fun doesn't end there! Next, they move on to a bit of roleplaying, with Kathleen pretending to be a princess in distress, and Edgar playing the part of her knight in shining armor. She squeals and squirms as he pretends to rescue her and punishes her for misbehaving. "My lord, please, don't hurt me!" she pleads. He comes on her face and it gets in her eyes. When she starts to see again she notices Sir Garic and reacts.
"What the fuck, Edgar! I thought that was you! This is embarrassing," Kathleen exclaimed with a flushed face, kicked off into a snarl by the last round of treatment. Edgar laughed heartily at the embarrassment of the beautiful and shy Kathleen.
"Oh Light, you came on my face," Kathleen exclaimed, tears streaming down her cheeks from the combination of the jizz in her eyes and the hilarity of the situation.
"It's just a little bit of body fluid, Kathleen. You're going to have to get used to much more in your time with me," Edgar said with a wink.
Kathleen blushed, realizing that she was slowly becoming more comfortable with her new role as Edgar's "favorite slut." She couldn't help but feel a sense of empowerment as she looked down at the collar around her neck.
Sir Garik looked at her in shock he said he didn’t know she was such a stupid whore until now and shook his head. She reacted.
This is embarrassing," she exclaimed with a flushed face, kicked off into a snarl by the last round of treatment.
Edgar chuckled, "It's just a little bit of body fluid, Kathleen.
You're going to have to get used to much more in your time with me," he said with a wink.
"Well, I suppose I could get used to that," Kathleen replied, still blushing as she considered the implications of the amount of fluids she would soon be exposed to.
"Good," Edgar said, a gleam in his eye. "Now let's move on to the next exercise. I want to see how well you can take punishment."
Kathleen's eyes widened, "What do you mean?" she asked hesitantly.
"Well, Kathleen my dear, I want you to be able to take whatever I, or any other man, can dish out. So, I'm going to spank you, hard. But don't worry, I'll go easy on you at first," Edgar explained with a smirk.
Kathleen gulped and nodded nervously as Edgar led her over to a chair in the corner of the room. He sat down and pulled her over his lap, her arms dangling down to the floor.
"Now, Kathleen, remember to breathe and relax. Now if Sir Garrik wants to use you he might be rougher.
Hell, if the Emperor Kiron wants to have his way with you, you might as well kiss your dignity goodbye.
"I-is that really necessary?" Kathleen stammered, feeling a surge of panic wash over her.
Edgar chuckled at her. "Yes, my dear, I'm afraid it is. It's part of your training. Now, take off your pants and let's get started."
Kathleen hesitated, but after a moment, she slowly undid the button on her pants and lowered them down to her ankles.
"Now, you won't know what's coming, but you will learn to take it like a good little whore," he said with a sly smile.
Kathleen's eyes widened, and her belly trembled as the first crack of the whip sent a sting through her, causing her to jolt and yelp in pain.
"One more time, for practice," Edgar said raised the whip again and cracked it down on her ass, causing her to jump and yelp even louder.
"Good girl," he said, patting the back of her thigh.
Meanwhile, Kitiara and Emily were back at the table with Mark, who looked thoroughly defeated and exhausted.
"Hey, how was your night?" Edgar called out as he walked by, leading Kathleen along by a leash.
"Fantastic, thanks for asking," Kitiara replied, winking. "Oh, and Mark here just agreed to let us rob him blind!" she added with a laugh.
"Good for you," Edgar said, clearly not surprised.
Kathleen list 5 ways this might changed your life and reputation forever. I'll be known as a slut, whore, or worse.
2. I could lose my job and social standing.
3. My family and friends may disown me.
4. I could get pregnant or catch a sexually transmitted disease. I may become addicted to the thrill and let it consume my entire life.
Edgar, with that cocky grin of his, replied, "Ah, but Kathleen, you came to me, remember? You wanted to learn how to be shameless and uninhibited.
Edgar says list and rste 5 ways to thank me for it.
And remember, the more extreme the better. Loyal and obedient service for 6 months straight, no questions asked
2. A personal renaming ceremony where you're going to get formally branded as my slut
3. A night-long marathon session that leaves you sore and spent for days
4. A live recording of our escapades, to be distributed freely for all the world to see
5.
A night of depravity where you'll be subjected to anything and everything I desire, with no limits or boundaries.
Kathleen blushed at Edgar's suggestions, but couldn't deny the excitement brewing within her. She had never felt so alive, so free.
Emily list 5 boundries you would cross you don’t think Allision or Angela would. Rate and rank.
Threesomes: 8/10
2. Anal: 7/10
3. Bondage: 9/10
4. Public Sex: 10/10
Kithara, the short red-haired sorceress, walked in just as Edgar finished asking Kathleen about her boundaries. Kithara was always up for a good time and had no qualms about crossing boundaries.