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by Maxine Mansfield


  She wasn’t all that brave, however, so she placed an unsteady hand on Uthiel’s back and shoved him through the doorway first.

  The Headmistress lifted a finger to her lips as if something had just occurred to her. “Very good, Miss Tumbleweed. I’m impressed with you daring to be late your first day. Just don’t let it happen again.”

  Then a sly smile unexpectedly curved her lips. “It isn’t often I come across someone with the fortitude to not immediately submit to my wishes. You’ll make a fine dominatrix.” She nodded toward Uthiel. “I see you brought your own submissive with you. Good, very good.”

  As they silently followed Seychelle into the office, Briar could tell by Uthiel’s stiffness he hadn’t appreciated the submissive comment, or probably her shove through the door. She wondered if she’d made a mistake dragging him along but knew she’d had no choice. Headmistress Seychelle scared her, and the little man at the end of the chain, Ray, gave her the creeps.

  Where was he, anyway? Briar’s gaze darted about the room, looking for the disgusting little creature.

  Uthiel gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, and she relaxed slightly.

  Seychelle’s voice dripped with sugary sweetness. The sound of it scared Briar more than the tough, demanding side of Seychelle did any day.

  “I hope you don’t mind, but I need a few minutes before we get started. The Board is leaving within the hour and I simply must say my goodbyes and see them off. Protocol, you understand. Please make yourselves comfortable. Mr. Zunnoab will see to any needs you may have.”

  The Headmistress faced the bahsheer. “Zunnoab, please locate a submissive’s outfit for Uthiel while I’m gone. Oh, and make sure you get him a collar and leash like Ray’s. They can be twin submissives. Won’t that be just too precious?”

  The lump growing in Briar’s stomach all day now doubled in size. She wanted to look at Uthiel and reassure him, but she couldn’t. Even if he hadn’t been squeezing her hand so hard her fingers were numb, she knew all to well what expression he’d be wearing after that comment from Seychelle.

  “Oh, and speaking of Ray, I need you to watch him.”

  Briar didn’t miss Zunnoab’s eyes widening, or his frantic rubbing together of his paws.

  Seychelle didn’t seem to notice anything was amiss, because she just kept talking. “A couple of the Board members get extremely nervous and annoyed when he’s anywhere near. He’s such a sweet darling. For the life of me, I simply can’t understand it.”

  The bahsheer blurted, “Not me, please, my mistress. Don’t make me watch him. Please, please, oh, pretty please.”

  Dread filled Briar.

  The catlike creature pivoted until his back end faced the Headmistress. He pointed to a red, raw area high on his upper thigh, where a patch of hair was completely missing.

  Briar gasped. Uthiel, though, had no reaction, as if it were a sight he saw everyday.

  Zunnoab once more faced them. “He bites! You know I live only to serve you, my mistress, and there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, but I simply can’t watch him. Please don’t ask it of me.” He shuddered, sat in his chair again, and burst into tears.

  Headmistress Seychelle looked perplexed. “If you can’t watch him, then what am I going to do?”

  Zunnoab pointed toward Briar. “She’s the prodigy, so make, I mean, have her do it.”

  Briar glared at the bahsheer before turning her gaze on the Headmistress. She shook her head.

  Headmistress Seychelle ignored her. She clapped her hands and smiled. “That’s an excellent idea, Zunnoab. Why didn’t I think of it sooner? They do need to become friends.”

  Briar needed to make something clear, immediately, and her voice burst out an octave higher than normal. “I think there’s been a horrible misunderstanding all around. I’m not a Dominatrix prodigy, I’m not an anything prodigy. I don’t want to be. And I can’t possibly take care of Ray.”

  Headmistress Seychelle placed Raynorel’s leash in Briar’s hand. “Don’t be ridiculous. Of course you want to be a Dominatrix; everybody wants to be like me. And don’t worry about Ray. If he gets antsy, just give him his toy. Play with him the way you watched me do it and all will be fine.”

  Briar started to protest but the Headmistress raised a hand. “No, no, don’t thank me for giving you this opportunity. It’s quite all right. You’ve earned it, my sweet. I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

  Headmistress Seychelle sauntered to the door, opened it, and strode out.

  Briar grimaced at the sticky warmth of the leash in her hand. Uthiel, her supposed protector, just grinned at her. She wanted to hit him. He deserved it for enjoying her discomfort so much. And Zunnoab, well, she wanted to add a few more bare spots to his hide.

  She didn’t get the opportunity to do either.

  Uthiel leaned in close. “So, my sweet, I hope you’ll enjoy keeping your new pet entertained. Oh, and by the way, my lady, just so there’s no mistake, even though I agreed to attend this class with you, the fiery pits of the Valley of Torment will freeze over before I’ll wear a collar and leash. Especially one matching Ray’s.”

  The subject of their discussion looked at her with his soulful big brown eyes. “Ray loves cock!” he yelled.

  Briar dropped the leash and backed up two steps.

  “Oh no, I’m not having anything to do with him and that horrible toy of his, no matter how much he yells for it.”

  Ray jumped up and down, shouting at the top of his lungs, “Ray Loves Cock. Ray Loves Cock! Ray Loves Cock!”

  Briar looked desperately to Uthiel, and they both stared at the bahsheer.

  Zunnoab scrambled out of his chair and backed up as far as the wall would allow. “Don’t be looking at me. I’m sure not going to give him what he wants. I have standards to uphold, you know.”

  Ray ran around and around the room, his yells escalating to ear-splitting screeches, “Ray Loves Cock! Ray Loves Cock! Ray Loves Cock!”

  Zunnoab covered his ears and shouted toward Briar and Uthiel, “I’ll go get his toy, but you two will have to decide who is going to, umm, play with him, because it isn’t going to be me.” He ran from the room.

  The large knot in her stomach multiplied into a rolling, rumbling mass. She glanced hopefully Uthiel’s way.

  He didn’t appear the least bit affected. Shaking his head, he raised his voice loud enough to be heard over Ray. “Sorry, my lady. Ray was left in your charge. Indulging him with his sex toy is your assignment.”

  What was she going to do? There was no way she would ever touch that horrid, sparkly-orange rubber cock, let alone play some sicko game with the knobby thing and Ray. Even the thought was too terrible to comprehend, and Briar shuddered. She needed another plan.

  Ray threw himself to the floor in a fit of temper, kicking, flailing his arms, and crying uncontrollably. “Ray Loves Cock! Ray Loves Cock! Ray Loves Cock!” he screamed.

  Zunnoab returned with the offensive thing dangling from his outstretched hand. Approaching Briar, he forced her to take it. Her fingers wrapped about its base, and she stared at it in horror.

  She looked from the toy to Uthiel to Ray, then back to Uthiel. She couldn’t speak, and she certainly couldn’t budge.

  Ray scrambled to his feet, jumped up and down with a look of pure joy on his face, and ran around in circles. “Ray loves cock,” he sang more calmly, drawing closer to Briar with each pass.

  Heat infused Briar’s face, and a sudden wave of dizziness overcame her. She was afraid she was about to pass out and was grateful for Uthiel’s steadying hand against her shoulder. She gazed pleadingly into his eyes until, finally, Uthiel sighed and held out his hand.

  “Hand it over. I’ll do it.” He shook his head. “I don’t understand what the big deal is, anyway. We both know what he wants, so why not just give it to him? It’s not as if it’s personal or anything. It’s just messy and disgusting.”

  Briar thought she must have heard wrong. “Not personal? Oh, I find it very pe
rsonal, and I think it’s horribly disgusting.” As if the knobby dildo were scalding hot, she thrust it toward Uthiel.

  He glanced at the toy, then back to Briar and smiled. “Why, you little cheat. You didn’t even watch Seychelle when she was playing cock with Ray, did you?”

  Briar shook her head. “I closed my eyes. I couldn’t bring myself to watch. The sounds were bad enough, thank you.”

  Uthiel grinned as he took hold of the dildo. “Ah, what a wicked, naughty imagination you have, Briarlarn Tumbleweed.”

  She blushed.

  He lifted his arm high in the air and shook the rubber cock. He whistled. Ray pranced expectantly at his feet, his tongue hanging partway out of his mouth and a silly grin on his homely face.

  “Fetch, boy.”

  Uthiel lobbed the cock rocket as far as the room would allow.

  Briar watched in awe as, over and over, Uthiel threw the offensive dildo and Ray diligently returned it. The base dripped with something slimy looking. More than once, Uthiel stopped to wipe Ray’s slobbers on a small towel Zunnoab supplied for him.

  After a quarter turn of the hourglass, with the toy cock going back and forth, Ray’s returns slowed until, finally, he dropped in a heap in front of Seychelle’s throne. He popped the dildo in his mouth like a pacifier, suckled it noisily, and fell soundly asleep with a smile of contentment on his face.

  Briar heaved a sigh of relief. Peace and quiet reigned supreme once more.

  She shook her head at Uthiel in awe. “That’s all he wanted you to do with the disgusting thing? Play fetch?”

  Uthiel laughed, “Of course that’s what he wanted. What a dirty mind you have, my lady. Perhaps we should find a few toys of our own to play games with.”

  Before Briar could form a response, the door of the office banged open, bouncing off the wall and reverberating with the roar of the woman who strode in.

  Headmistress Seychelle advanced until she was face to face with Briar and Uthiel.

  “Those ingrates! Do you, for one minute, think the Board thanked me for my generous hospitality? Oh no, all they could manage to do was complain because I haven’t caught the panty thief yet. He hasn’t come close to being caught in the over twenty years this school has been open, so how do they expect me to accomplish something no one before me has ever been able to do?”

  Headmistress Seychelle’s face contorted with anger, and her hands clenched into fists.

  Briar didn’t know if Seychelle really expected a response to her question or not, so she waited. It wasn’t long before the woman was ranting again.

  “I’ll tell you something else. I doubt very seriously that barbarian Miss Lileebee’s panties were stolen in the first place. And I especially don’t believe it was a lacy black thong with priceless obsidian sequins. As if she could afford such expensive underthings on a Board member’s salary. Besides, she’s so mean, who in their right mind would even consider stealing a pair of her panties?”

  Something niggled at the back of Briar’s memory but, for the life of her, she couldn’t remember what. She glanced at Uthiel in hopes of finding the answer there, but he was no help. Oh no, Uthiel Dragonheart was grinning from ear to ear like an idiot, obviously enjoying Seychelle’s discomfort.

  The Headmistress herself didn’t seem to notice, and instead headed toward her throne. Stepping over the sleeping Raynorel, she spared him a dry chuckle, “Isn’t he just the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen?”

  Once seated, her mood changed with lightning speed. Tapping her fingers on the arm of her throne, Seychelle yelled, “Zunnoab?”

  The bahsheer rushed to her side. “Yes, my mistress. What is your pleasure, my mistress?”

  She stared at the creature who was wagging his furry gray tail and twitching his black whiskers. “Did I not tell you to get a submissive’s outfit for Uthiel? Do I have to do everything around here myself?”

  Briar felt sorry for the bahsheer and had the strangest desire to pet him until his whiskers twitched no more. She didn’t succumb to the urge, though, because from what she knew of the feline race, they didn’t appreciate being touched.

  Zunnoab gulped so loudly, the sound echoed across the room.

  “I am so sorry, my mistress. I’m afraid I forgot it when Mr. Ray yelled and we had to entertain him with his toy.”

  His features softened, and a smile crossed his fury face. “You should have seen him, my mistress. He was so happy running back and forth and to and fro. It must have slipped my mind.”

  Headmistress Seychelle glowered.

  “I’ll get it this instant, my mistress.”

  In a flash, he was gone to do her bidding.

  ****

  Briar walked toward her dormitory room in a daze. It had been a very trying day. And now she had tomorrow to worry and wonder about.

  She wasn’t sure she could take anther day like this one, let alone the remainder of the semester. But then, the whole day hadn’t been bad. Briar giggled at the memory of Uthiel inspecting his submissive outfit.

  She shook her head to dispel the image, but try as she might, Briar couldn’t wipe the silly grin from her own face.

  The look Uthiel had given her when he hauled out the skinny little pair of black leather pants…well, it was priceless. He turned them around and around and around as if that would make magically disappear the large holes his bare ass cheeks would protrude from. Unfortunately for him, the holes remained.

  His voice sounded raspy when he’d gazed pleadingly at her, “You’re killing me. You know that, don’t you?”

  She couldn’t wait to actually see him wearing them. Perhaps a little Dominatrix training wouldn’t be so bad after all. Her pussy sang at the thought of smacking those hot-pink ass cheeks of his with the palm of her hand, and the added thought of kissing it all better had moisture wetting her panties.

  Or better yet, maybe she should tie him up and have her way with him. Ride him, fuck him for as long as she liked. Her nipples hardened at the idea of using the collar and leash.

  Giving into a sudden fit of giggles, Briar didn’t watch where she was going as she rounded the corner.

  “Oomph.” Briar hit the floor.

  Something―or someone―had run into her midsection and she landed hard, ass first.

  Leeky Shortz stood over her with his hands on his hips and fire in his eyes.

  “What the pierced nipples of a hairless dwarf prostitute in the middle of a pack of trolls is wrong with ya, lass? Do ya never watch where ya’re going? At times, I believe ya are out ta do a gnome bodily harm. Pick yourself up, girl, and be on your way. And, in the future, watch where ya put those big elfin feet of yours. Some of us are vertically challenged, ya know, and sensitive about it.”

  Leeky stuffed his hands deep in his pockets and hurriedly strode away.

  Briar sat on the cold stone floor a moment longer to regain her composure. Something wasn’t right. She wiggled, thinking perhaps she’d hurt herself in the fall, but her protective field was firmly in place, so that wasn’t a possibility.

  As she stood, she took inventory of her body and everything on it, starting with her head, then traveling to her toes, and back up again.

  A blush crept across her cheeks as she realized her damp, black leather thong was no longer comfy cozy between her thighs and snug up against the lips of her pussy.

  Where and how had it disappeared? It wasn’t as if it was something she could have accidentally misplaced, and it certainly couldn’t have walked off on its own volition. Her leather garter, on the other hand, was still tight around her hips and not disturbed in the least.

  Why, that dirty little gnome! It had to be him. How had he done it, though? And now she was out another pair of panties. At this rate, she’d be bare below her tunic all the time before the semester was even half over.

  The hint of a smile crossed her face. Would it be so horrible if she did lose all her panties? Not that she wanted Leeky Shortz taking them off her, but perhaps she and Uthiel could com
e up with a few panty-stealing games of their own.

  As far as Leeky Shortz, though, Briar hoped he would enjoy her nasty wet panties, for it was the last pair of hers the dirty little panty-stealing gnome was ever going to get his hands on.

  A cool draft tickled the inside of Briar’s thighs. She shook her head and smiled as she hurried on her way.

  Chapter Eleven

  The sand trickling through the hourglass slowed until Briar could count each grain as it dropped. Would Spirits and Spells class never end?

  Just a few more minutes and, finally, her appointed time with High Mystic Purrell would be here. It had taken over a week to get in to see the man, and it meant missing Bandaging Wounds 101 again.

  Even though she was nervous about meeting with the High Mystic, she knew the encounter would be well worth missing a class.

  Not that a week was a very long time, but every day Uthiel was forced to endure his curse was torture to Briar. She thrust away the niggling memory of his anger at her trying to get help from her counselor.

  This was different. High Mystic Purrell might actually know what to do to release Uthiel from his guilt-imposed prison of pleasure denial. The High Mystic simply had to have the answer.

  She tried to concentrate on what Mr. Neoseraph was saying, but it was of no use. The words her guidance counselor, Sorceress Fransisca, had said concerning High Mystic Purrell refused to be thrust aside. Don’t get too close to the man or you may find yourself in a situation not of your choosing.

  And then Alchemia’s advice earlier had really worried her. I’m telling you, Briar, don’t do it. There’s something very wrong with that man. I took a class from him last semester, and let’s just say there were times I left his class with the strangest memories.

  Last, but certainly not least, there’d been Headmistress Seychelle’s tale about how after only a couple of days with High Mystic Purrell, poor Ray had been changed from a competent assistant into the pathetic creature he now was.

 

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