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Hotel Chaldea Ep. Master
🕑 Added 2021-07-20 14:58:53 +0000 UTCThere was a mysterious organization that only hushed whispers talk about, a sort of paradise on Earth, exclusive to all but the most elite and great amongst men. CEOs of multinational companies, billionaires, heads of state, influential politicians, the highest strata of military leadership...
Indeed, the most powerful, influential and affluential people in the world, were the only ones allowed to even truly know about the existence of such a place.
Its name was Finis Chaldea, and through a twist of fate, you, a normal man, had been made aware of the nature, and existence, of Paradise on Earth.
She bowed to you, giving a deceptively demure appearance, hands clasped together.
The Master. The most influential and powerful person in Chaldea. She who was in command above all others. You had been made aware of this, this was the big boss, the person in charge, the grand poobah, or whatever you wanted to call her. Everything about her was a secret, and you were told to only ever refer to her as "Master".
She was a girl of asian features, vaguely. Her hair was a striking reddish, almost orange color, and her light brown eyes almost glittered gold when the light struck them. Her outfit was immaculate, and particularly fetching. A white long sleeved shirt, belts looping around her torso and waist to ensure it remained flush to her skin, and a black miniskirt, that showed off her quite nice legs, encased in dark, but not quite opaque, stockings.
There was a tattoo on the back of her right hand, and a peculiar, somewhat intimidating smirk on her face.
"Welcome to Finis Chaldea," she said. giving you a smile. "You are not our usual clientele, but we respect talent and dedication," she said.
You gulped. The methods you had needed to utilize to discover their existence, let alone their location... you'd burned quite a few bridges and spent your savings.
She paced around the featureless office, ignoring the small glass desk and comfortable chair between the two of you that you expected she was supposed to use. She tapped a slim finger against the corner of her lip as she did, and then looked upon you. "The question is, what to do? Surely, you understand we keep our secrets," she said.
Your eyes widened. "S-Secrecy, yes, I've- I've let no one trail or tail me!" you rapidly said.
"We know," she said with a small smile. "We know because we've been tracking you. Truth be told, I was amused by the attempts, and let them happen..." she said. "But you have exceeded my expectations, and even succesfully deduced our location. Bravo," she said, clapping her hands. She then walked around the desk and in front of you. You found yourself suddenly feeling smaller in your seat.
"Uhm... I, uh..." you gulped again, as she sat on her desk, crossing her legs, and you got an almost tantalizing glimpse of her underwear under her skirt. White and relatively plain, but somehow enticing, perhaps even moreso because of it. There was something naughty about getting a glimpse of her, as if it was something you were not supposed to see.
She rested her elbow on her knee and her face on her hand, as she looked down upon you. "I'll take responsibility, I suppose," she said. "I will make you a deal. My girls, they are bored," she added. "But you, you surely have the dedication and determination to see things through, do you not?" she asked.
Swallowing the lump forming in the back of your throat, you looked into her face, and she looked positively delighted, with a face that spoke of smug satisfaction and amusement. "I- I do!" you replied, nodding.
"Good boy," she said, licking her lips. Then she uncrossed her legs, switching which leg was on top, and as she moved, you blinked as she openly gave you a view of the treasure between her legs. "Desperate, aren't you? You're just like a cute puppy..." she mused. Then, she stretched one of her legs, and the very tip of her white boot came close to your face. "We'll seal our deal with a kiss. I will allow you to live and work here, and to utilize the services of my girls for a small fee. In return, you are to do as I say, when I say, as I say," she explained. "If you agree, kiss my boot."
You'd come too far to stop now, and the almost hypnotic cadence of her voice was resounding through your mind, overtaking all conscious thought, as your hands reached for her foot and you planted a solid kiss on the top side of her boot, near the tip.
She giggled. "You are indeed a good boy..." she mused, as she adjusted how she sat. "You may take my boot off."
Licking your lips, you did as commanded, releasing her tight covered foot. You'd half expected it to stink, to release a horrible and strong stench, but... an oddly perfumed scent hit your senses, invading through your nostrils and feeling like it almost burned its way through to your brain, before launching like a thunderbolt all the way to your penis, electrifying it, suddenly making your pants feel uncomfortably tight.
"Do you like that?" she asked, as you took a deep sniff and another dose of that intoxicatingly lewd smell wracked through your body. "Yes you do... you like it a lot, don't you? Would you like a taste?"
"Y-Yesh," your voice was partway muffled, your words slurred, as you opened your mouth and dragged your tongue on the smooth, sliky stocking that covered her foot, tasting a multitude of tastes, each lewder and more seductive than the last, and feeling the impossibly smooth texture of her stockings.
"Such a good boy, yes you are," she said, as her hand reached forward and patted your head, lovingly, softly. "Your master will give you a reward, for being such a good boy," she said. "Lean back for me," she added, her voice firm and forceful.
Without a second's hesitation, you did as she asked, leaning your back against the chair's backrest, and almost sticking your crotch out.
"Oh, you are, yes," she licked her lips. "You are quite cramped in there, aren't you?" she asked, and it felt like she was looking and talking down upon you from a moutain, as she loomed over you.
Her second boot hit the floor almost as if by magic, and you gulped as both of her feet, her beautiful, delicate, stocking clad feet, came down on your crotch, rubbing against it, softly but forcefully, the intense contrast of your rough pants and her soft pressure a heavenly and hellish combination.
"Take off your pants," she ordered, and your hands moved like lightning. "Oh, that was fast!" she said with a giggle.
Your pants were unbuttoned and unzipped, and your penis was exposed to the air - you took the liberty to remove your underpants as well.
The arch of her foot almost matched the curve of your dick, and she smirked as she tested that. "We are quite compatible," she said with a hum.
"Y-Yes, ma'am," you replied.
She chuckled, as she began to apply presure with her right foot, while her left teased your balls. As soon as she seemed satisfied with pressing your dick against your stomach, when her foot reached that divine point where it was just enough pressure to feel incredible, but not enough to hurt, she began moving it back and forth, leaning forward and resting her face on her hands. "Such a cute boy, a good boy," she said, "who deserves a reward from his master."
You almost woofed in response as she continued handling you softly and expertly with her feet, the pleasure mounting and increasing, the feelings of humiliation and pleasure mixing together as this slip of a girl, who couldn't be much older than a schoolgirl, handled you like an absolute pro.
"That's right, feel good," she said. "Enjoy it, enjoy the taste and the smell that's engraved in your brain, enjoy the feeling of getting stepped on," she goaded, giving you a nasty, evil grin, "and let yourself go... that's right... just like that, just let it go, let your body go... Everything else, doesn't matter... all that matters is you, your dick, and me, and my feet," she said. "I want you to cum..."
Your breathing became irregular as she changed her tactics, now using both feet to stroke your shaft, and applying pressure on your balls with her heels alternating between each foot.
"I want you to stain my stockings, I want you to ruin them," she said. "Make my stockings smell of you, of your cum... your master demands it of her good boy," she spoke, her voice husky and lustful. "Cum for me, come on, cum, cum!"
There was a strange edge to her voice, almost needy, and you would be loathe to deny her of something she wanted so dearly, and as your entire world was reduced to her voice and her feet, and your sense of self melted away until you were only the penis in her grasp, everything became pleasure, and for a moment, you reached enlightment, and nirvana...
"I'm cummiiiiiing!"
And then you exploded, the biggest load you'd ever shot, and splattered semen all over her delicate feet.
And then you came again, as her stroking continued, and the stimulation became ever greater as your oversensitive dick was overstimulated, and it seemed like a chain of orgasms, as she brought you to your peak again and again, but as the high came down, you realized it'd been a single orgasm, just manipulated, extended, lengthened and empowered, by an expert handler of men.
She... she was a succubus, there was no other explanation.
"I'm just as human as you," she said with a smirk. Apparently you'd said that out loud. "Ahhh, but you," she said, chuckling. "I think you'll find yourself quite satisfied with your stay. Welcome to the team, newbie. This was just a taste of what awaits you..."
You took a deep breath and tried to steel your nerves.
"We'll have a room prepared for you," she said, then she reached behind herself, and left you with a futuristic looking pad in hand. "This, is our catalog," she said. "Browse it, become familiar with it. Choose a girl to spend the night with. Trust me, a cuddle partner makes any sleep a good night's sleep," she said with a wink.
"What if I want to choose you?" you asked, as your breathing came back under control.
She chuckled. "Perhaps there might be hope for you. Impress me, and I just might warm your bed at night."
She passed you the catalog, and your eyes were naturally drawn to it, as you took it in hand.
You must choose... but choose wisely.
The contents of this story shall be decided by my Patrons, and to this end, I ask of you- which servant would you like to see first?
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