[Jendri 05] - The Abasing of Jendri

by Susanna Valent

  “Oh, my! This is very formal!” Jendri observed, rising. “Quickly! We had better put on at least a gown and jewelry!"

  “What about a tiara?” V'Anekka called from across the hall.

  “Carry it with you. Hurry!"

  It took less than five minutes for both Consorts to arrive outside the double doors, where soldiers, usually not present in the Imperial apartments at this late hour, stood guard. The Queen's wives looked one another over and then Jendri nodded to the guards to knock. At once the doors were opened from the inside by two more soldiers and the Consorts entered. Jendri sensed V'Anekka trembling beside her, but she had eyes only for her wife, the Queen. She sat firmly in the center of the double throne, one boot on the stool and the other crossed elegantly, ankle on her knee, an indication she intended to occupy the Imperial seat by herself.

  Further evidence of the gravity of the situation was the two kneeling cushions at the foot of the dais. When Jendri and V'Anekka reached the cushions, they knelt silently and waited. By now both were sweating with anxiety.

  “Guards, dismissed,” K'Endarra commanded.

  When the doors had clicked shut. K'Endarra looked down at her wives. “Someone's been a naughty girl, hasn't she?"

  Immediately both were terrified, but neither made a sound.

  “Come, who wishes to confess?” K'Endarra invited. “Because while one has been naughty, the other has been helping her, hasn't she?"

  Jendri instantly realized it wasn't the kissing or K'Endarra would see them as equally guilty. But what could it be?

  “I am always guilty, Your Majesty,” V'Anekka said quietly.

  “Is that right? And of what, exactly, are you always guilty, Madame Marquess?” Queen K'Endarra asked.

  “I am guilty of constant greed, Your Majesty. I can never please you enough, or experience enough of your pleasure either with me or with others,” V'Anekka whispered.

  “I see. I will not dispute that, my Lord of Esuria, but I find you guilty of even more wrongdoing than that."

  V'Anekka turned white and swayed on her knees, so that Jendri had to catch her before she fell. Jendri looked up at K'Endarra. “My lord, charge us, sentence us and punish us if we are guilty, but please do not frighten your wife any further. I know she will accept her punishment like a woman, as will I. Please, my queen, I beg you, don't torment us any longer."

  K'Endarra nodded. “Very well. V'Anekka, did you think you could hide your sympathetic orgasms from me?"

  V'Anekka heaved a sigh. It was almost a relief. She thought a moment, then began slowly, “I ... I was not sure, my lord, but I promise you, I could not help them! I did not want to come without your permission, but when you demand my presence during your pleasures with other women, sometimes I can't help it, and ... and I did not wish to be banished,” V'Anekka sobbed. She fell forward on her face, thrust her tiara at K'Endarra's feet, and wept bitterly, but she did not make excuses or beg for mercy.

  K'Endarra turned her attention to her first wife. “And you, my Lord of Paxverdi, knew she was climaxing, and did not report it to me."

  Jendri's head was spinning. Both wives were guilty of disobedience, if not infidelity. “I am guilty, too, my lord. Punish me,” she said softly, and she lay down on her face next to V'Anekka, offering her tiara to her wife in an agony of shame.

  K'Endarra observed her wives’ remorse for a moment, then rose and stepped around her stool. She descended the steps and sat on one of the lower ones between their pretty heads. Caressing one with each hand, she soothed, “Stop crying, darlings. I would never hurt you. I might discipline you, but hurt you? Certainly not. Now, wouldn't you like to know how I found out?"

  “You aren't angry?” V'Anekka sniffled.

  “I was amazed, in fact. I figured it out because of Sharue. Here, take your tiara, love. You will need it. And you each need a handkerchief, too.” The Queen pulled out fresh linen squares from her pockets and handed them over to her weeping wives. By now each was curled around a shiny boot, caressing and kissing it, much to K'Endarra's gratification. Thanks to Jendri, she had learned the value of a firm but loving hand instead of a cruel one.

  “How?” Jendri asked, drying her tears.

  “Because when I came with Sharue, and V'Anekka was there, it was much more intense. And when I came with Sharue alone, while it was stunning, it was less intense, not as lengthy. And so I began to pay attention. You see, I can also have a sympathetic orgasm in concert with another high-born Asperian."

  “Oh,” V'Anekka said dully. “Please, my lord, forgive me.” She kissed her wife's leather again. “Please."

  K'Endarra smiled and stroked the nape of V'Anekka neck. “You are always forgiven, my love."

  “And how did you know about me?” Jendri asked, looking up from the boot she was fondling against her breast.

  “You two are as thick as thieves. You always gang up on me. One cries and the other begs for mercy. Jendri is very sensitive to V'Anekka. If she comes, you know. Don't you?"

  Jendri sighed. “I am sorry. I understand her need. I need your pleasure more than my own, but I am fortunate not to be pushed beyond my limit. V'Anekka can't help it."

  K'Endarra laughed. “See what I mean? You protect her at every turn. Oh, and there is another telltale sign."

  “Oh, dear gods,” V'Anekka groaned.

  “Your teeth leave marks on my heels, love. If I come when you are against my boots, you bite down to keep from screaming. Jendri doesn't have to struggle like that, so it has to be you."

  “Have I ruined your boots, my lord?” V'Anekka cried. “I will buy you new ones!"

  “Not at all. I like seeing the marks as a sign of your desire. Polish hides most of them anyway. Speaking of polish, if you are going to weep and slobber on them and kiss them this much, you are going to have to shine them as well."

  “Now? Can we shine them now?” V'Anekka asked eagerly.

  “You may. Pour us all some wine and you may have your way with my boots. But take off your gowns. You don't want to ruin them. In fact, leave all your jewelry on, but strip naked otherwise.” The Queen rose and resumed her high seat, kicking two stools into place to give each submissive wife enough room to work.

  Jendri approached her. “May I take your coat, my love?"

  “Yes, please, darling,” K'Endarra smiled, taking her wife into her arms for a long kiss that made Jendri tremble, but with desire this time, not fear. Then the Queen accepted a golden goblet from V'Anekka, loosened her cravat and put her feet up to enjoy the attentions of her spouses.

  “Before you begin, I'd like both of you to ride for a moment or two. You can call it foreplay, or you can call it discipline, but I want to see those breasts bounce. Get on."

  Jendri and V'Anekka couldn't believe their good fortune. A boot fucking, even a brief one, was delightfully arousing. They knelt side-by-side and pressed themselves against the Queen's fine leather.

  “Oh, my gods! Oh, my gods!” V'Anekka squealed. As she moved sensuously on the boot, her sapphires sparkled in the soft lighting.

  Jendri just moaned and pressed her head against K'Endarra's thigh, rocking dreamily. “Thank you,” she breathed. “Oh, thank you, K'Endarra."

  “Sit up straight so I can see your breasts, slut-wife. Don't thank me yet. I said I would not hurt you or punish you, but I must discipline you. And believe me when I tell you that finding a means of discipline is not easy. But you shall see soon enough."

  “You will be fair with us, I know,” Jendri groaned, leaning back to please K'Endarra. “And I am more than willing to accept your decision. I will not be able to forgive myself until I atone for my poor judgment."

  “Enjoy that while it lasts, then,” K'Endarra suggested. “Press yourself down and rock. I enjoy your need, and believe me, tonight you will feel a great deal of it."

  “Mmmmm, yes, thank you, my lord,” Jendri gasped. “Your boots are too good for a disobedient wife like me."

  “Please, K'Endarra, give me a chance to r
egain your trust, too,” V'Anekka pleaded. “Oh, this is too wonderful!"

  K'Endarra permitted another minute or so of rubbing, and then called a halt to her wives’ pleasures. “Get busy shining those boots, sluts."

  Both women were eager to regain their lord's positive regard. They started polishing vigorously, occasionally sipping from their own wine goblets but focused entirely on their work. With both women feverishly waxing and buffing, the Queen's dress boots had a glass-like finish in record time. Even so, K'Endarra was writhing on her throne, her arousal evident.

  “That's enough. To my chambers, my dears,” she announced, rising and giving each a hand. “You can hardly stroke a dominant's boots like that without evoking an intense response."

  The three women quickly made their way to K'Endarra's bedroom, where she demanded, “Undress me completely. I have had enough boot worship for today and there is something special I want to do with you.” She lay down on her bed and let her submissive spouses remove each item carefully and with respect, kissing each garment before disposing of it properly.

  “V'Anekka, I have something for you here on my nightstand,” K'Endarra said. “Aren't they pretty?"

  V'Anekka went immediately to see. “Oh! Yes, this is lovely work! What is inside, my lord?"

  “Give one pot to Jendri and I will explain. Jendri, be very careful with this. I just want you to see what it is, but don't get any on yourself."

  “What beautiful containers, but should I handle them at all?” Jendri wondered.

  “Yes, if you are careful. I ordered them from Osterland, which should come as no surprise. And they do have very skilled artisans,” K'Endarra agreed. On a silver tray rested three pots, each the size of a large grapefruit. They were of pewter with polished silver lids, and each was engraved with various fruits in a lovely texture that invited handling.

  “V'Anekka, open yours slowly and carefully,” the Queen instructed. “And Jendri, don't open yours at all. The third is mine. I want one in each bedroom."

  Jendri held hers shut but looked at V'Anekka's. Inside was a translucent golden gel. “It smells lovely!” V'Anekka cried.

  “Yes, I ordered that fragrance especially for you. Now, each of you take the tiniest dot on the tip of a pinky. Rub it on the palm of your hand."

  “Oh, it's cold!” Jendri said. “And numb."

  K'Endarra grinned. “Powerful stuff indeed. I tried it myself. Numbs everything it touches. Now, look at the little silver scraper. It has measuring marks. Do you see?"

  Each pot had a beautifully-wrought silver implement attached by a fine chain. “Yes, my lord. What are they for?” V'Anekka asked.

  “The first is for a half hour, the second for a full hour. And here is a smaller container, designed to be worn as a locket. You put as much as you need into the locket, and use as needed, for visits to the harem, perhaps? Are you getting the idea?"

  “You tried this, my lord?” Jendri asked. “How did you do it?"

  “In my harem. All of us Asperians tried it. Not other races, as you would be numb for weeks! Pay attention to how long it is before you get the feeling back on your hands where you tried it. After I put it on I had some of my concubines make love while others sucked my clit and my nipples. Useless! Even when they were licking my boots and sucking me at once. After half an hour I was ready to kill something. Fortunately it simply wears off and you can fuck your brains out. No residual effects. You put a little in your canal where you can touch the main clitoris inside, and the rest on your external clit. The master clit's a hair trigger, and unless you come in your main clit, the auxiliaries don't respond. The desire is still extreme. You can feel it in however many clits you have, but the parts you can touch are numb. You simply can't come. V'Anekka, I want you to use some now."

  The younger woman was nervous. “What if it ... what if I can't...?"

  “It wore off on all of us, my sweet. Now obey me, slut. Jendri, help her."

  “Lie down and spread, darling,” Jendri urged gently.

  Trembling with terror, V'Anekka did as she was commanded. Jendri measured the right amount, divided it between her middle finger and thumb, and entered the Second Consort's throbbing canal with the gel, massaging it onto the pulsing outer clit with her thumb. V'Anekka groaned and thrust but quickly gasped. “I can't feel anything!"

  “It works fast,” K'Endarra nodded. “Now back up to the headboard, so I can shackle you while I use Jendri. In an hour or so, you will be wild to come, I promise."

  “Do you want to shackle my nipples?” V'Anekka asked, now accepting and as always, eager to please.

  “Do you want me to?” K'Endarra grinned.

  “Well, I have noticed your recent preoccupation, my love,” V'Anekka said.

  K'Endarra laughed and began to kiss V'Anekka as she shackled her with a gold chain: wrists, collar and nipples. V'Anekka's hands were free enough so that she could caress her spouse. K'Endarra pressed her clit into her wife's mouth, thrusting gently until both were highly aroused. K'Endarra let V'Anekka clutch her ass tightly as she sucked, then pulled back and restricted V'Anekka's legs with a thigh spreader. “No cheating, love,” the Queen said, kissing V'Anekka again.

  Leaving her second wife moaning softly, she turned her attentions to Jendri. “Spread,” she ordered. Slowly, K'Endarra lowered herself onto her first wife, her thigh pressed into Jendri's crotch tight against the Jewel.

  Jendri's breath caught. “Oh! Yes, please, K'Endarra."

  “Slowly,” said the Queen. “Make it last."

  “But ... you are ready, my lord."

  “I am always ready, slut, but I want to excite you and V'Anekka. Now touch me.” She closed off further protest with her own lips, and so Jendri was still under her, barely moving, the globe of the Queen's clit heavy and pulsing in her hand.

  “Your need is strong,” K'Endarra whispered. “I like that."

  “My lord is also strong,” Jendri gasped. “No woman can resist you."

  “Hush, darling. Go inside me."

  “Let me suck you,” Jendri begged.

  “No, I will come too quickly if you do,” K'Endarra said.

  “And what is wrong with coming all night?” Jendri inquired.

  “Nothing, as long as there is sufficient foreplay. Now please me slowly, woman. No more arguments."

  The lovers rocked slowly together, alternating kissing softly and deeply, harder and faster, until both were panting.

  “I need to come,” K'Endarra finally groaned.

  “I need you to come,” Jendri whimpered. “Hard. Please."

  “Oh, gods, yes!” V'Anekka begged. “Hard enough for me to feel it, my lord."

  “What delightful wives I have. Of course, I will share my come with you, darlings. Many times, in fact. I'm ready, Jendri. Finish me."

  Jendri sped up slightly, pressing and squeezing the firm fruit of K'Endarra's clit until she erupted in screams of release. Her Majesty's hips pumped hard against her wife's thighs and crotch, making Jendri arch up, wailing with unfulfilled desire. K'Endarra held her wife down until her spasms subsided, and then rolled free.

  “You are not finished, my lord,” Jendri said eagerly, reaching for her again.

  “Of course not. I want you to lick me now, and then I wish to come with V'Anekka as well,” K'Endarra told her.

  Jendri rolled right over into her wife's crotch, face down, and did as she was told, swirling her tongue around and over the roundness of K'Endarra's womanhood. It was as hot and hard as if she had yet to orgasm, and that boded well for both her needy wives.

  K'Endarra reached over and stroked V'Anekka between her thighs. “How are you doing, darling?” she asked. “Ahhhh!” she sighed, pressing herself against Jendri's tongue.

  “My clits are on fire,” V'Anekka groaned, rolling her hips as much as the spreaders would allow. “They feel like coals burning inside me."

  “You will come with me tonight, my darling,” K'Endarra promised. “But only when I decide, from now on. Und
erstood?"

  “Oh, gods, yes, my lord. I would never willingly displease you,” V'Anekka babbled, writhing in her restraints.

  “One orgasm a day, and only with me, from now on,” K'Endarra decreed.

  “As you command,” V'Anekka said quickly. “One a day with you would be enough for anyone."

  “If I am away, you may use Jendri, but not otherwise. You need to experience more need for my arousal, and to enjoy your own pleasure more as well,” K'Endarra explained. “You do not need to keep Jendri hot for me now, because her extended denial guarantees that. I may change my mind later, but that is how I want it until further notice."

  “Yes, yes,” V'Anekka gasped. “Only promise me this numbness will not be permanent!” Her thighs trembled and shook. “I feel as though I must come inside at any second, yet I can feel nothing outside."

  “In less than an hour, you will climax, wife. Now, help me enjoy my own.” With that she relaxed further into Jendri's mouth, head turned slightly so she could look into V'Anekka's eyes, her hand still between her second wife's spread thighs. “Your need is very good for me, my love."

  V'Anekka groaned and humped frantically, still feeling nothing between her legs. Her insides were a completely different matter. “I will die,” she gasped.

  “Not at all. In fact, I predict you will learn to enjoy it,” K'Endarra said. “Jendri very much enjoys her raging need. In fact, I enjoy my own need, although it is satisfied often. Ah, Jendri, yes. Suck me, darling. Suck my come down your throat."

  Jendri worked hard to make her wife come. Although it was never difficult, there were certain things that made it better for K'Endarra: the moaning and writhing of her lover, the tender pressure of teeth in her cleft, the determined effort to maintain close contact no matter how the Queen bucked and thrust when she came. And finally, of course, the submissive pleading for more of the Queen's orgasms, never mentioning her own need. That was what K'Endarra liked best, the naked, gasping, sobbing admission that her wives preferred and enjoyed her pleasures over their own. And she was beyond willing to give them what they begged for. She was willing to come all over them, all night.