“Strip.”
My soft, stern voice seemed to echo in the large bedroom.

She stared into my eyes shyly as she unbuttoned her blouse. It was a light breezy thing, light blue with a simple print. She slid it down off her shoulders and held it in place for a moment.

“What is your name?” I asked as she reached her arms back and allowed the blouse to fall to the floor. Her straight, blonde hair barely moved as she continued her task.

“Grace,” she said quickly.

“From now until your training is complete, you will be Daisy.”

I always named them after flowers to show that they can grow into beautiful specimens.

“Yes, Bran,” she answered nervously.

“There are only two things you may call me when you are in here.” I said sternly.
I raised my hand towards my chest and closed it into a fist.

“Master…”
My thumb went up, gesturing towards her.

“…and Sir.”
My index finger extended.

“Yes, Master,” She corrected.
Her hands went to the hem of her long, gray skirt and unfastened it. She moved her hips side to side to help it fall off her.

“Shoes also..”

She looked down at her flats and slid her feet out and stared back at me only to look back down quickly. Her small frame started to shiver as the cold air circulating through the room swept across her body. One hand went across to grip the bicep of the other as she tried to cover her body which was now only covered by a small bra and panties. I looked her up and down; she had small breasts and a slender frame with a gentle curve into her hips. A very proper, conservative look about her.

“You will warm up as soon as we begin.”

“Layna, come here.”
I leaned to the right and look towards the back of the room. A wonderful figure walks towards Daisy and I. Despite her short stature, her energy is always felt in a room. Her gait is confident and sexy. Her hips sway in tangent with her breasts rising and falling in rhythm with inaudible music. Every step she takes, her heels hit a catwalk. She is stunning, hypnotic.

Daisy looks over her shoulder and witnesses a goddess. Her skin is gently tanned, with steel blue eyes, and long, dark brown hair. She was wearing a dark corset that seemed to shimmer purple as she passed through the dim light, and garters reaching down to matching stockings with black pumps. A necklace hung down with a large heart shaped pendant made of emerald. She had large breasts which complimented her very wide hips almost looking pear-shaped. She was my first student, my best student, my second in command, my queen. The only one that has my heart. She is a rare breed of woman, a cuckquean. She enjoyed seeing me with other women, in fact, she derived pleasure from it.

“This is Helena. ”
I reached for Layna’s hand and lightly pulled it towards my lips, kissing it.

“You will call her Mistress. She will be here to help you through your training.”
Layna, looked towards her and smiled.

“Pick up your clothes…,” Layna pointed down at the floor by Daisy’s feet. “…fold them and place them on the dresser.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Daisy picked up her clothes and started to fold them nicely. She walked over to the dresser and placed her clothes down.

“She is a small one, try not to hurt her too bad,” she whispered into my ear, initiating a smirk from me.

Daisy walked slowly back towards us, her eyes not leaving Layna. I could tell she was admiring her, intoxicated by her presence.

“You like what you see,” Layna said as she turned around 360 degrees.

I could tell Daisy had noticed Layna’s heels as she turned around. The backs of them where a velvety red that stood out from the rest of the black pumps

“Yes, Mistress,” she answered.

“Only good girls who complete their training earn their heels,” I explained.

Layna pointed to the floor. “On your knees,” Layna exclaimed.

Daisy dropped to the floor faster than her clothes did previously. Layna grabbed her hair and spun it around her hand twisting Daisy’s head to the side.

“Your mouth should be wet and warmed up before you can have Sir.” Layna pushed her knees outward to show off her glistening plump, shaved lips and pulled Daisy between her thighs.

This was a ritual for Layna. She asserts her dominance as the queen of this establishment, as the one that has my heart, and that she will never be replaced. Every woman that comes and goes has tasted her. I did not mind, I loved to watch her force a girl to eat her, suck on her clit and consume her juices. She looked more beautiful as her facial expressions changed with every lick and suck. I loved how she gazed into my eyes as she rode another woman’s face, moaning, screaming, and demanding her pleasure. She never climaxed from the skill of these women, Layna climaxed from the power.

I watched her grab Daisy’s head with both hands and shoved her deeper into her thighs, grinding her face.

She was about to cum.

Layna looked into my eyes, and mouthed, “Watch me cum,” before she let out a loud moan and coated Daisy’s lips and tongue with her cream. She calmly came down from her high of pleasure keeping Daisy’s head firmly between her thighs. Layna bent over from the waist and gave me a kiss. As she straightened back up she released Daisy from her clutches.

Layna looked down, at Daisy who was now a mess. “As you might have guessed, your first lesson is how to please a man with a blowjob.” Layna fixed Daisy’s hair into a pony tail and then regained her own composure. She bent down exposing her round, firm ass to me and slowly fixed her garters and stockings.

I always loved garters. It’s been decades since a woman actually needed them to hold up their stockings, before technology came up with elastic, but there is something inherently sexual about them. They are always a turn on.

“When you are done with this little one here, come to the bedroom. I will be waiting.” She said with a smirk on her face.

“Remember, Daisy, his pleasure empowers you, which gives you pleasure,” Layna explained.

Daisy nodded as Layna walked out of the room and closed the door. I listened to her heels trail off as she walked away and closed the door to our bedroom.

I knew she was going to be thinking about Daisy and I while playing with herself. She will imagine her mouth on me, cumming at the thought of ‘That bitch,’ sucking her man and giving him pleasure while she is in the other room. She will join as in time, after a few more lessons.

I placed Daisy’s chin between my thumb and forefinger and guided her up, making her stand before me. She nervously looked up at me awaiting for what will happen. I leaned forward and pause, almost kissing her. Her eyes closed and I could feel her breathe quicken. Daisy released a quiet whimper.

“Please kiss me.”
Her lips pouted and pursed as she begged.

“Please kiss me, what?”
I pushed her lips further away and waited.

“Master” she answered.

“Good girl”

I leaned in and slowly kissed her, making her heart pound faster. I could taste my Queen on her lips, as sweet as she could be. Daisy’s mouth, wet from her snack, allowed her tongue and mine slip easily around each other. I pulled away and watched her pause, wanting more.

I walked towards a chair at the corner of the room and sat down.

“Come here, Daisy.” I ordered.

Her hips barely swayed and her steps had no rhythm as she walked towards me. She lacked the confidence that I will soon teach her.