So Annikka
said she'd like to learn more about Greta and I started writing a
little prequel to Vala's Story. I'm having fun. Remember that Greta
had been collared a year before The Queen finally collared Vala. I'll
leave his history with Greta to the brief introduction in "Out
of the Night: Book One" (yes, the re-release is coming!) and
finally to "The Book of Meeting" (working title for a
spin-off planned for afer the completion of Vala's Story). I can't say at the outset how many weeks of Greta you may get :D
Scene set up-
Greta, a Domme friend of The Queen's, finally begged his collar. First she had her collaring
ceremony then came the excitement of Iona's promotion and her pairing
ceremony with Iona. We join the women waking up in Iona's bedroom the
next morning.
Back story tidbit- The Queen and Iona
have an unplanned child together, Erik, who's about 1.5 years at this
point in story-time.
.....
Greta opened her eyes and glanced around
her. She hadn't thought to look around much yesterday after her
collaring ceremony. The pale yellow walls. The smooth deep brown of
the various pieces of furniture. She continued taking inventory of
the things in Iona's room that she could see from the sleeping board.
She lifted her head to look at the lavender throw blanket that the
beautiful domme had covered her with at bedtime last night.
Domme? So I'm no longer the domme,
but Iona has been promoted to that rank within The Queen's stable.
But was does that mean? Iona, the preciously submissive girl that
I've known for years now. She's my domme? Does the d need to be
capped? Breathe. I knew this, begging his collar, his stable, the
system of authority. I even wanted to submit to Iona as well. My
Lady.
Greta
startled out her thoughts when Iona climbed under the blanket and
cuddled up.
"Morning."
Iona kissed Greta's cheek and then settled back down, her head
resting on Greta's shoulder.
"Morning,
my Lady." Greta tried to lift her left hand, as if to cuddle
Iona, only to be held by the cuff to the board.
"Been
awake long?"
"Not
very long, maybe a few minutes, my Lady."
Iona dragged
her fingers down Greta's shoulder, over the upper chest, before
caressing one breast.
Greta moaned.
Her fingers are so soft.
"Have
you ever noticed what mornings are like for the fourth class when
you've spent the night?"
Greta's moans
turned to whimpers when Iona pinched one nipple. "Uh... some of
it, my Lady."
Iona held her
upper body up to kiss Greta on the lips. She traced them with her
tongue. "Did you notice how breakfast happens?"
"The
Queen makes some sort of decision, but I'm not exactly sure what, my
Lady." How did I not notice more?
Iona giggled.
"You'll need to pay attention and learn quick." She started
undoing the cuffs. "One of the first things we need to find out
The Queen's pleasure on is breakfast, casual or formal." She
threw the blanket aside and simply looked over Greta's naked body.
Greta pushed
her lips together, lest she start biting them in anxiety of what Iona
was looking for, at.
"Are you
grateful I covered you up last night?"
Is that expression innocence? Or
merely attentiveness? "Very
grateful, thank you, my Lady."
Iona
moved to Greta's feet and undid those buckles.
Greta
stretched her feet, her toes pointed. I'll get used to
this?
Iona
giggled again. "Earn your way into sleeping with me."
"Yes,
my Lady." Something tells me that's your preference,
my Lady. Greta marveled at the
smile she found on her lips. I'm already learning.
"That's
my girl." Iona tapped her fingers against Greta's lips. "Now
the thing about The Queen making his decision, he'll let us know in a
variety of ways what he's decided. This morning I happened to go
visit Simon and Tommy's room and I found out from Simon that we're
having a casual breakfast this morning."
Happened? Whatever do you mean, my
Lady?
"Because
this is my first day as dom and you as The Queen's slave, we agreed
to have Brenna keep Erik at the loft." Iona cupped each of
Greta's breasts with one small hand. "So we'll get the uniform
on you and that's it. I'm ready for breakfast now and 'casual' means
we'll just go get breakfast."
"Yes,
my Lady." Where did the fourth class eat the last time
I visited during a formal dinner? And we have breakfast and lunch
sometimes as formal affairs too? Shit!
"Sit on
the foot of my bed."
Greta looked
up to Iona's face even as she hopped to her feet- Iona's tone in
ordering caught her unsuspecting. She watched the soft white dress
float around Iona's body as she moved to the pile of her sub's
uniform.
"Gather
all that lovely hair up on your head."
"Yes, my
Lady." Greta grabbed her braid and piled it in one hand.
The bed
shifted as Iona knelt on the bed behind Greta.
Greta
squeaked in surprise, although the sound morphed into a moan with
Iona' s teasing kisses against the nape of her neck.
"Such a
good girl." Iona wrapped the heavy posture collar around Greta's
neck.
Will each uniform piece be its own
tease? Greta cried out when Iona
nipped playfully at her earlobe with those tiny teeth.
"We'll
have breakfast then go join The Queen in the playroom for your first
lesson."
"Yes,
my Lady." I didn't expect him to get moving this fast.
"Be
a good girl and cooperate while I put your harness on you."
"Yes,
my Lady." Greta sighed happily. Years ago, but then my
Lady mightn't have been ready for me.
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