You decide to get some coffee as you waddle out of your mistress's bedroom, your bottom still burning from her brand. You wince in pain as you make your way down the stairs once again to the kitchen. Your pour yourself a cup of coffee and begin looking inside the strange refrigerator. Otherworldly spices fill your nose as you look through the fridge filled with strange meats and various jars containing strange condiments. You find what looks like salami cuts and a creamy cheese and note their location for when you were to serve her sandwiches in a few hours. You then locate the bread box and find she has a dark hearty bread then search for plates . You find an eloquent silver platter and place it on the kitchen table to use as a serving tray later. Your eyes were still wet with tears from your continuing pain the burn still bothering you as you decided to take your coffee to the downstairs living room.
You find a soft fashionably modern sofa by a coffee table with various magazines and paperbacks arranged for easy reading. You place your mug down and sift through your mistress's reading materials. You shy away from what looks like a skin bound book with a wailing face and a black leather tome with glowing green runes and instead find a girly teen romance novel. You continue looking around and find a magazine of the latest human fashions, one written in demonic script with an extremely lewd cover, and find another unusual item for a demon's coffee table: a trashy magazine for women. You notice wear marks from where it was placed down and notice she had been reading an article titled "How to tell if he's really into you!" and find a dogeared page with various points on its list circled and underlined and notice its a list titled "100 secrets of finding true love!" You notice she had written a few notes and were surprised to find she had a tidy elegant handwriting style. She had sketched a horned little devil face sticking out its tongue next to "#6 Drive him wild in bed with surprises!" You wondered why your mistress was reading a magazine like this as you sipped your coffee. You slowly finished the coffee wincing in pain even as the soft couch hurt your bottom. You passed a few hours waiting until your next task. The you stood up and returned to the kitchen, washing out your mug and drying it before putting it up.
You noticed a ticking from your pocket and noticed a gold pocket watch had appeared. Instead of regular numbers it simply had "30" at the top center and the only hand ticked once to the right. You realized that your mistress was giving you her ETA on when she expected you to serve her lunch. You decided to start early and thought it better to have more than less and prepared four sandwiches using the salami and cheese on the dark bread. You scoured over her condiments and find some mayonnaise and what looked like a spicy mustard. You carefully assemble the sandwiches trying to make them look as fancy as possible. You cut the sandwiches diagonally making triangles that you arrange in a circle around the tray. You look at your watch and notice you have only 10 minutes left as you realized you still needed to serve something to drink. You hastily find a glass pitcher in a cabinet and fill it with ice cubes from the freezer, ignoring a howl when you opened it. You pour some water in and grab a glass for her, carefully picking up all three as you make your way back to your mistresses room.
You make it to her room with a few minutes to spare eagerly standing where she last disappeared holding your tray like servers in ballroom scenes in movies. You begin to get nervous hoping it wasn't stupid to serve her sandwiches in her bedroom but realizing she hadn't told you were to be. Your bottom sears with pain again as her brand becomes a scar on your flesh.
Suddenly she appears again in a column of smoke, tossing her human clothes on the bed, back in her true 12 foot nude demonic form. She seems annoyed and a bit angry until she sees you, shaking slightly holding and your tray of sandwiches. Her face softens as she laughs.
"Such a good servant! You're doing a great job but silly boy, you don't serve food in the bedroom! But I suppose you wouldn't know that....you're so cute!" She giggled as your heart raced. "You won't be punished, I can tell you're trying your best ,those sandwiches look yummy. I'll take my food in the library but from now on you can expect me to take finger foods in the living room downstairs and more substantial meals in the dining room okay?" She informs you pleased with your efforts. "I need to wash up and I'll be down soon."
"Yes mistress!" You say hurriedly walking with your platter of sandwiches to her 2nd floor library. You walk through the door and find a circular room with enormous bookshelves with a large flaming chandelier illuminating the room from a great height. You see some arm chairs complete with ottomans as well as a desk on one side and a couch and round table with few chairs on the other. You panic slightly unsure if you should put the pitcher on the table or not when the Succubus suddenly appears behind you her dark shadow cast over you as she eagerly grabs a sandwich from your platter and the glass from your other hand. She playfully strokes the hair of the back of your head as she walks past and sits on the small couch laying propped up as she eats her sandwich.
"Mmm excellent." She says between bites. She drinks her glass of water and offhandedly extends the empty glass to you and you quickly refill it. "What a well trained gentleman I own! Stand to the left of my couch and refill my glass when I need it while I work, you can set that platter down on the table next to you but keep the pitcher off the wood please." She instructs you as stretches herself laying down her arms and wings above her head before she gets up to search for her reading material.
"Unfortunately I have to do some research on a teleportation spell I need to brush up on...I have more work to do tonight which I'll likely need your assistance with....ah here's the grimoire I'm looking for..." your demonic master says as she plucks the book from the middle of one shelf. She returns to her position on the sofa, grabbing another sandwich as she lays seductively on the couch propping the book on top of her bosom as she lays and flicks through its pages. She grabs her glass from the end table on the opposite side of the couch from you with her tail as she finishes her sandwich, thoughtlessly placing it into her now free hand and extending it you to refill as she continued reading. You refill the glass silently standing in attention.
"Work was so dreadful today, I have to wait until the next full moon now to fulfill some stupid curse some jealous witch placed on another...and I can't even betray the crone until I absorb the lover of her rival it's all so tedious and boring...." She moaned venting her frustrations to you as she continued her research. She continued talking as you knew she wanted you to only listen and refill her glass.
"Then I got assigned to haunt the dreams of some school teacher....as if I didn't have enough to do now I have to pop in and out of this dull goody-do shoes dreams and haunt them with dark images of seduction before I have to tempt him as part of some silly bet between two gods....I wish it was at least someone exciting..." She pouted at her luck missing the days when she had seduced questing knights, leading to their downfall and destruction. "They could at least give me something exciting....then I have to my charity work tonight....that's what you'll have to be away from me for until I ring my bell....its nice helping a woman's sexual awakening and all but I'd rather just relax with you..." She said trailing off. "Ah here it is, I should be able to transport her directly here given the alignment of the stars and the current flow of magical winds....yeah no need to physically abduct her from her bedroom, what a relief." She said closing the book and pushing the empty glass to you as you refill it, the pitcher now empty.
Your mistress sat herself up and stared at you smiling somewhat cruelly. "Well I have a bit more free time then I thought and I think you deserve a little reward....and I need to alleviate my own boredom....does your little butt still hurt from my brand this morning? Is that why you've been radiating such delicious pain?" She said hungrily but also as if she was somewhat worried.
"Yes, ma'am it's been hurting all day..." You admit.
"Place the pitcher on the platter and come here my faithful servant...." Your dark mistress beckons you to come to her with her long and cruelly elegant finger.
You quickly comply almost as if she had cast a spell on you. She straightens her lap and embraces you pulling you down on top of her and stroking your hair. "I'm sorry it smarts little guy, but I can make it feel a little better....." Her sultry voice dripping with lust as she once again bent you over her knee and pulled down your pants. "A kiss will make it all better..." She says as she bends down and kisses the brand on your butt, her soft evil lips sending ripples of pleasure through your skin as they pucker around her mark. You sign in relief. She suddenly flicks her wicked forked tongue between your cheeks exploring your behind with surprising speed and flourish. You moan with pleasure, your pain forgotten as she pulls up your pants and sits you her lap giving you a kiss on your forehead.
"That's your reward for trying so hard today, now take everything back to the kitchen and clean up please...you can take the remaining sandwich and a glass of water to your room. I want you to wait there until you hear my bell again, I have to work from home again." She instructed and you rushed to comply as she smiled after you crossing her legs and waiting until you left to sigh with contentment.
You wait in your room until you hear her bell....
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