Worlds Collide [HeavenSundered x Inwiththebooks]

Izumi's entire body tingled with excitement as her palm met those sensitive folds over and over again, Selana's squeals and wails continuing to rouse that sinful darkness that had recently been unlocked deep inside of her. Shockingly, she found the other woman's cunt to be growing wetter and wetter as she continued to pile on the abuse the to point that it was absolutely sopping wet before the halfway count of fifteen. The samurai tested Selana rigorously, putting as much power into her slaps as she could, but it only seemed to arouse the shameless slut further.

In the back of her mind, Izumi knew that she should feel dissatisfied about the Empress getting any sliver of enjoyment at all from her torture, much less this degree of pleasure, but that was where her body and mind disagreed. A wave of heat surged through her body, concentrating especially between her thighs where she was getting rather moist with excitement herself, and her nipples were already rock-hard, treating the samurai to small jolts of pleasure as they grazed against the soft fabric of her dress.

The inner walls of Izumi's womanhood clenched longingly as Selana's cries began sounding more like hysterical moans, and she caught herself slipping a hand down between her legs to rub at her own throbbing clit when the Empress reached her unlikely climax. Panting heavily, the samurai hastily delivered the final four blows which weren't quite as hard as the previous ones, already anxious to skip to what she had planned next.

The sound of the double doors bursting open behind her prompted Izumi to wrench her hand away from her womanhood as she wheeled around to face the pair of Antaran soldiers. She'd certainly been aware of the possibility that the guards might be tempted to intervene in spite of their Empress' orders to remain outside, but Selana's screams had proven to be so intoxicating that the samurai had carelessly neglected to gag her.

The different options that she had ran through Izumi's mind as she faced off against the soldiers who already had their weapons raised. If it was just the pair of them, she felt confident in her ability to defeat them, but she had no plan beyond that. She could try to take the Empress hostage, but she doubted that she'd get far. If she surrendered, Izumi had no idea whether the Empress would reward her or punish her even worse than before after the way that things had developed. In the end, she did not have to take any decision at all thanks to Selana angrily sending the guards away.

It was nothing short of impressive how the woman managed to slip back in and out of her commanding role so quickly, especially after the torment that had just been inflicted upon her. Of course, Izumi was completely stunned about what had just transpired, but as the shock slowly faded, the pieces began coming together. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to feel in this scenario, or what was right or wrong anymore, but she did know what she was craving at that particular instant.

"Good slave," she purred, gingerly cupping and caressing Selana's tender cunt. Deciding that the woman deserved at least some small reward for calling off her guards, Izumi finally pulled the candlestick away so that Selana no longer needed to worry about it. She then crawled on to the bed in front of the Empress, lifting the woman's chin up with one hand while using the bed sheets to wipe away the blood from the woman's face with the other. She like the tears, though, so she left those.

After cleaning her own face in a similar fashion, Izumi unstrapped her sandals and pulled her dress up over her head, discarding all of her clothing off of the bed so that she was left just as naked as the Empress. Turning her back to Selana, she got on all fours and backed herself up slowly until her ass was only mere inches away from Selana's face. She didn't feel like it was even necessary to tell her slave what to do, her engorged and glistening folds already speaking volumes.

Selana was pleased by how quickly Izumi fell back in stride, wincing a bit as the other woman caressed her abused folds. This act seemed to earn at least a little favor for the empress, who collapsed to her knees almost immediately after the candle was taken away. The action caused a flare of agony between her thighs but alieved the wobbling of her legs. She panted and gasped and allowed herself to try and recover for a minute as her mistress attended to her face. A bit of a reward was rather nice, Selana decided though she was still very much immersed into the act.

She swallowed hard as she watched Izumi discard her clothes, baring her delectable form for Selana to see. Staring up from where she did she almost believed the illusion created in the bedroom. Of course she could still see the brand she herself placed upon Izumi’s back. Of course she could see the whip scars. Those were pushed from her mind for the moment as she maintained her appearance as Izumi’s slave. Her mistress backed up towards her as Selana stood again and the Empress found her ass mere inches from her face with a tiny smirk. She lowered her head a bit and caught sight of her dripping folds.

No verbal command was given for indeed the order of pleasuring her went without saying. Of course, Selana was never one to simply drive right in. She enjoyed dragging things out for a little while and somehow she doubted Izumi would protest overmuch. The bound empress raised her head and planted her lips against the samurai’s ass cheeks. She kissed and provided adoration to the toned mounds of flesh, smirking into the attentions as she allowed her tongue to loll out from within her mouth and started licking at her.

Not one to just do what was standard and feeling particularly slavish Selana buried her face in Izumi’s ass, her tongue licking around between her cheeks. A wave of humiliation poured over the mighty empress, only pushing her ever onwards in her attentions. Really the rimjob she gave was not exactly the greatest as her arms were no present to spread her mistress’ cheeks but it was sufficient she felt. Usually she was on the receiving end of one anyway so this was just based off of what she’d seen- or felt- others do when in similar situations.

Finally her attentions strayed from Izumi’s ass and her head lowered and she strained forward as much as possible. Her lips awkwardly found the moist and glistening folds before her tongue emerged once more. She licked at the moisture on the outside before her tongue slowly started exploring deeper, reaching out to caress what she could in the awkward position. The empress would have possessed a much easier time of it if Izumi was in some other position but it was not her place to question her mistress. She was a slave, her place was to obey. And obey she did, continuing her attentions as long as necessary with much gusto.

Thick strands of Izumi's long hair hung down on either side of her face as she arched her back slightly and waited, anxious for what was to come next. Part of her was still incredulous about what was transpiring in in imperial bedchamber between herself and Selana. It was unbelievable enough that the Empress had risked taking her on once again, this time without any weapons, armor or tricks, but the samurai was still downright astounded that Selana had sent her guards away when they'd come to her defense. If not for the overwhelming compelling urges emanating from between her thighs, she might have remained paralyzed and dumbfounded even now.

But she wasn't. Her warm, damp flesh tingled all over as the bound Empress of Antara began kissing and licking at her ass cheeks, proving to be just as - if not more - adept at the art of sensually teasing than any of the pleasure slaves in her harem. Izumi's breath caught in her throat while her entire lower abdomen clenched with impatience, her body demanding so much more. She could have backed up further and grabbed Selana by the head, forcefully pressing the woman's lips against her throbbing nether regions, but she chose not to. At least not yet.

Digging her toes and fingers into the plush bed, Izumi planted herself for the long run, curious to discover how far the Empress would truly go to please her. The decision to let things play out was soon rewarded. Feeling her ass cheeks being spread apart by the Empress' face sent a bolt of ecstasy through the samurai, drawing a deep and approving moan from deep within her throat. A moan which was only prolonged and amplified as Selana's nimble tongue prodded at the opening of her tight anus and tickled the incredibly sensitive flesh surrounding it. Izumi had been reluctant to admit it during her training in the harem, but she'd actually discovered that having her asshole eaten out by another woman drove her absolutely wild.

Yes, she wasn't in the most convenient position, and part of her wished that she'd unbound Selana's hands so that the filthy harlot could spread her cheeks wide and tongue fuck her until she exploded, but it wasn't just about that. Izumi wanted to make the Empress struggle, to make the slave strain and crane her neck out just to get a taste of her ass or her cunt. She wanted Selana to be desperate for the privilege of giving her pleasure.

As Selana moved her attention down to Izumi's dripping folds, the samurai's fingers clawed at the luxurious sheets and her upper body dipped down until her forehead was pressed against the mattress, but she deliberately kept her moaning at a minimum. Remaining mostly silent, she allowed her slave to continue until she felt her level of arousal beginning to crest dangerously towards it peak, at which point she abruptly pulled away. Rising up to her knees, Izumi gave Selana a vicious slap across the face in guise of a reward as she turned to face her.

"Pathetic," she spat, sounding utterly disgusted. "A dog could do better." Leaning forward and reaching down, Izumi trapped both of Selana's erect nipples between her fingers, rolling the hard little nubs around briefly before mercilessly twisting and yanking them up with all of her strength, not stopping even after her slave's breasts had been pulled and stretched to their limit. A look of profound disappointment continued to permeate her countenance as she tortured the Empress' nipples for roughly five minutes without allowing her so much as a moment of respite.

When she was satisfied, Izumi would lay on her back before harshly shoving one of her feet against Selana's face. "Useless cunt!" the samurai hissed accusingly as she slipped a hand between her parted legs to play with herself, basically saying Selana was so inept that she'd need to do the job herself...while of course giving the Empress a great view of what she was missing out on. "Beg your mistress for forgiveness!" she added, slapping Selana's cheek again, this time with the sole of her foot.

Selana continued as long as she was allowed, eager to please her mistress. It had been a long time since a scenario got going like this and she was in no hurry to return to reality. Being the empress of a nation of millions had a way of weighing on her shoulders. There were meetings with the Senate, appointments to the Legion, execution forms, construction approvals, and that wasn’t even including personal audiences at the Palace. Sometimes she enjoyed just having to do something simple. It was why she had her pleasure slaves learn how to dominate as well as lie back and let her have her way. So far Izumi was proving quite the natural at domination; she had to wonder what she would be like on the receiving end.

These pleasant daydreams were shattered when her mistress pulled back and roughly slapped her across the face. She yelped from the blow while another thrill of pleasure washed over her. She whimpered at the tongue lashing she received from Izumi, lowering her head as shame washed over her. The Empress despised failure in most any regard and accusing her of it was the surest way to humiliate her. Her cheeks flushed a bit more as she murmured out an apology to Izumi for her poor job.

Her apology was apparently not good enough as the mistress gripped both of her nipples, massaging them first to lull Selana into false pleasure before twisting and yanking on them. The Empress shrieked worse than when the flame had been burning her, her eyes opening wide. She screamed her apologies to the vengeful Samurai, her mind threatening to shatter under the seemingly unending pain. Her arousal grew once more of course from the intense suffering, wondering if Izumi might just keep going until she tore the pink nubs from her breasts.

Mercifully after nearly five minutes the samurai released her, tears of pain falling from her eyes. She yelped when the displeased mistress shoved her foot in her face, watching as Izumi moved her hand down between her legs to pleasure herself. Shame once more washed over Selana as she strained forwards, the restraints digging into her wrists much more prominently. Another slap from the samurai’s foot followed along with a demand Selana couldn’t disobey. Not at this stage as she was much too far gone and caught up in this fantasy for the moment.

“Please forgive me, Mistress Sato! You gave me the privilege of trying to pleasure you and I failed! I failed as your toy and slave. Please give this unworthy slave another chance, just one more chance! Please, I beg of you, please, please, please!” Selana begged and pleaded, debasing herself verbally for the pleasure of her mistress.

Pushing her foot against Selana's throat, Izumi caressed the warm flesh rather than lashing out again, following the curve of the woman's neck up to just below her chin. Meanwhile, she ran her fingers through her slit to coat them in her own abundant juices, playing her dark and engorged inner folds open for her slave's viewing pleasure in the process. Craning her neck up, the samurai wanted to look right into the Empress' eyes while she savored the bitch's delicious begging, still barely able to believe that the woman kneeling at the foot of the bed now was the same one who'd tortured and raped her so mercilessly.

The very hint of those memories sent a fresh jolt of anger through Izumi, who reacted by harshly jamming her toes into Selana's mouth, silencing her. Izumi's fingers glided up to begin rubbing over her clit while she shoved her foot deeper into her slave's mouth, wanting to force it in as far as it could possibly go so that Selana would choke and gag on it. Raising her other foot, she gave the Empress' cheek a vicious slap on the cheek with her sole before hooking that same foot behind the woman's head, preventing her from backing away while she attempted to fuck her mouth and throat.

Izumi moaned out loud, giving her own cunt a few hearty smacks as her arousal grew very quickly from the combination of masturbating while she abused and humiliated her nemesis with her feet. It was certainly a very different perspective than the one that she'd known for the past few months, and she was loving it. The thoughts of how this whole encounter would end and what would happen next didn't even cross the samurai's mind as it became increasingly clouded by carnal desire and lust.

Recognizing that she was already on the verge of achieving her climax, Izumi gave one last merciless push with her foot before wrenching it out of Selana's mouth and springing back on to all fours. Swiftly, she crawled down from the bed and moved back behind the Empress, two fingers still circling around the throbbing little bundle of nerves standing erect at the apex of her nether lips while her free hand grabbed a fistful of her slave's hair. Using her grip and leverage, Izumi snapped her slave's neck back until the woman was forced to stare up at the breathtaking artwork painted upon the ceiling of her own bedroom.

The Empress would be granted no more than a moment to enjoy the scene depicted above before it got blacked out as Izumi moved forward to straddle her face. Leaning forward, the samurai wrapped both of her hands tightly around Selana's throat as she began grinding her sopping wet cunt all over the woman's face until it was covered in her fragrant arousal. Bending her knees, the samurai squatted sufficiently to ensure that she put enough weight down on her slave's face to keep her neck painfully strained and bent backwards.

Meanwhile, her fingers continued to tighten around the Empress' throat until it became impossible for the masochistic slut to draw breath. Unable to resist any longer, Izumi planted her womanhood right over Selana's mouth until a mind-numbing orgasm wracked her entire body only moments later. Her trembling thighs clamping down around Selana's head, Izumi's fingers would involuntarily dig even harder into her exposed throat, more than hard enough to leave the Empress with some nasty bruises - if she even survived, which seemed far from certain.

Throwing her head back, howling with absolutely wanton, unadulterated ecstasy as she clenched her eyes shut, Izumi blasted jet after jet of her orgasmic release into her slave's mouth while her inner walls spasmed rhythmically. If she could even still keep her eyes open by that point, the Empress would be treated to the sight of the samurai's tight asshole winking at her with every blissful contraction.

All in all, it would take nearly a full minute before Izumi finally released her slave's throat. Stumbling back and almost immediately falling down on her ass a couple of feet behind the Empress, her legs still shaking and her chest heaving mightily from her panting, the samurai struggled to regain her breath as she basked in the overwhelming afterglow of her climax.

Selana grunted as Izumi shoved her foot into her mouth, letting out a muffled moan of both pain and arousal as her jaw was forced open. It went in deeper and almost was at the very back of her throat, the samurai’s other foot keeping her from wrenching away. She’d never been in this particular situation either and she added it to her mental list of arousing humiliations. She did enjoy a bit of foot play in the bedroom but this was far beyond what she was used to receiving. As with many other things most of her pleasure slaves were worried about pushing her too far too fast.

With one more push Izumi finally removed her foot from her throat and Selana allowed herself to take in some great gasping breaths. Her mistress did not relent however as she gripped handfuls of her hair and wrenched her head back so she was looking at the ceiling. Her view of the mythical scene above was soon enough blackened as Izumi straddled her face. The Empress felt strong hands wrap around her throat as her vision was filled with Izumi’s folds. She ground them into her face and her juices stung into her eyes and even got up her nose.

The hands around her throat tightened and squeezed all hope of getting a solid breath out. All the while the samurai rode her face, planting her lower lips over her gaping and futilely gasping mouth. It was then that the full force of her mistress’ orgasm hit her and sent a whole new definition of pain into Selana’s world. The fingers curled against her throat, dangerously close to outright crushing her windpipe. The corners of her vision were blackening and fear rose in her heart though arousal was also there. Intense, almost orgasmic pleasure that demanded release. Death was mere moments away it seemed as her mouth, filled with more and more of Izumi’s ecstasy. Some dribbled down the sides of her mouth and down her cheeks as her eyes threatened to roll up into her skull.

When her throat was released her second orgasm of this session tore through her body and mind, the empress swallowing instinctually before gasping and coughing through the mind shattering bliss. She fell to her knees, covered in the fruits of her own labor and Izumi’s. Her limbs twitched as she spent herself and she imagined her mistress was feeling similar sensations at the moment. Her own afterglow was mostly spent recovering from her near death experience and trying to gather her scrambled brain.

That… had been the best sex she’d had in a long time. A LONG time. It had satisfied most every illicit craving she had ever felt and left her hungry for more abuse at Izumi’s hands. However she couldn’t stay draped in this pleasant scenario forever unfortunately. She did have duties to attend to still. As for her assessment of Izumi’s abilities she was more than pleased with how she had turned out. Of course there had been a bit of doubt that the samurai might try to kill her but all in all things had turned out well.

“Ha… ha… I’d say you pass with flying colors, Imperial Concubine. Once we get cleaned up I’ll arrange for you to be given the quarters here in my section of the palace. If you would be so kind to untie me? As much as I'd love for you to continue lavishing abuse on this worthless slave, I do have duties that require my attention today.” Selana said, switching back to the persona of the regal empress though the image was somewhat marred with her being naked and covered in cum.

Gazing ahead of her, Izumi watched the beads of sweat trickle down Selana's toned back, reflecting on what had just happened as the haze of euphoria gradually began to die down. She almost felt guilty about her actions as she listened to the Empress' labored wheezing, never having thought that she could be capable of that kind of sadistic streak. Mostly, though, her ego swelled with a sense of pride and accomplishment at having bested the woman who'd put her through so much suffering, dominating her not only in combat, but mentally and sexually as well.

Again, Selana managed to surprise the samurai when she spoke, not only through her words but also with how quickly she'd managed to recover. Izumi wasn't sure if she'd ever heard somebody sound so utterly satisfied, which was insanity. Her eyes dipping lower, she also noticed the Empress' arousal splattered all over her own inner thighs, even more of it pooling on the ground beneath her. She actually came again...Izumi realized, her expression going blank with disbelief. It made her wonder if everything from the very beginning had just been one elaborate manipulation meant to lead to exactly this point. It seemed absurdly implausible, but then again so did everything else about her current situation.

More importantly than trying to decide whether or not that was the case, however, Izumi needed to choose what her next move would be. She could still take the Empress' life right then and there, but did she want to? Her rage and thirst for revenge against the woman hadn't completely vanished, but it had certainly been quelled for the moment after the intense orgasm that had left her spent. Furthermore, in some warped way, Izumi had gained a good deal of respect for Selana over the past hour, and she actually sensed that it was mutual.

No, she didn't wish to kill Selana anymore, at least not at that time, and certainly not in such a dishonorable manner when the woman had already been defeated, bound and left defenseless. It was Takomoru that the samurai wanted. Even if she were to kill the Empress now, Izumi had no idea where the traitor was, and she surely wouldn't be able to fight her way through all of the guards patrolling the palace to find him.

Without a word, she got back on to her feet, approaching Selana on wobbly legs so that she could unbind her wrists. In exchange for the metal cuffs and collar that she'd been made to wear, Izumi had left the other woman with matching bruises around her neck and wrists. A slight smirk dance upon her lips at the thought of the Empress having to go out of her way to hide the shameful marks for the next week at the very least.

Once that was done, she found the Empress' private bathing chamber on her own, not ever bothering to help the battered woman up. As she went about washing herself in silence, Izumi considered Selana's words about her successfully ascending to the role of Imperial Concubine. Just a few hours earlier, the very thought of it had insulted and disgusted her, and yet now, it sounded more like an honorable title that she could take pride in. Not even she could fully understand the change of heart, but something that had been repressed deep inside of her had definitely been unleashed.

As promised, Selana had her escorted to her own private quarters after they'd both made themselves presentable. They were not quite so grandiose as the Empress' own bedchamber, but still incredibly lavish, especially compared to the cage and even the small harem cell which Izumi had called home over the past few months. For the moment, though, the only feature of the room which the samurai was interested in happened to be the massive, plush bed on the far side of the room. Slipping out of the dress and sandals that she'd put back on before being escorted to her quarters, she slid beneath the light, silky covers with an exhausted sigh, falling asleep within seconds.

She had no sense of just how many hours had gone by when she was suddenly grabbed from all sides by large, powerful hands. Every one of Izumi's limbs was restrained before she could even shake the sleep from her system, and before she could even think to scream or say anything, a gag was shoved into her mouth by one of the four soldiers manhandling her. Thinking that this was some sort of treachery on the Empress' part, she struggled with all of her might, but unfortunately only succeeded in expending her own energy while the soldiers dragged her out of bed and out of the room.

Of course there was the worry that Izumi might just kill her. The thought had certainly occurred to Selana though it was unlikely as far as she was concerned. The samurai wasn’t stupid and now that her reason for coming to Antara had presented himself she would be less inclined to do anything until he was dealt with. If she killed her now she’d have to fight her was through the palace to find him. No doubt she wanted revenge but she was intelligent enough to realize that waiting would avail her better. As it was once her wrists were released Selana almost collapsed.

Slowly, very slowly she wobbled to her feet and felt pain flare up between her legs. She had no doubt that walking straight and with her usual regal posture would be much more difficult in the days to come. As she soaked in the bath and washed herself of both of their passions the Empress noted the bruises on her wrists with a wince. Likely her neck was not much better which meant high collars and bracers would be in order. Not overly irritating but no doubt Izumi was quite pleased with herself for having caused her to need to bother concealing the bits.

Once her slave had departed and Selana was alone she changed into more suitable robes. They were much like her now ruined robes only they possessed a high collar. She hissed as she slipped a set of bracers around her wrists, the contact with the tender skin a lasting memory of Izumi’s domination. Honestly Selana was a little surprised, looking back on it, that Izumi had possessed that kind of aptitude for abuse. It was pleasing of course and something she’d have to foster. Of course she wasn’t sure she’d be up for anything that rough for a week or so.

As she exited the quarters she found a smirking Markus waiting for her. “I hear you enjoyed yourself.”

She sighed in disgust. “I should have your men castrated for blabbing to you about my personal affairs.”

He chuckled as he fell in step beside her. “They were a tad worried by all the shrieking. Must have been some damned good sex.”

Selana look out to the garden beyond the walls of her quarters. “Oh yes, it was quite lovely. I haven’t had a beating like that in a long time. Izumi is a natural.”

With that the Empress was escorted by the head of her guard to the war room, managing to walk mostly normally. The reports of the gathered generals were mostly regarding the islands to the west of Antara’s controlled land. Colonization efforts had been ground to a halt due to the tribes of the neighboring islands banding together and destroying the forces Antara had sent there. It would seem that a full three legions being committed the general consensus of the gathered war leaders. The 16th, 31st, and the 40th. All were battle hardened enough to likely handle the situation so Selana gave the plan her approval, which brought the discussion into logistics.

For a good three hours Selana had trouble sitting in one position, constantly shifting in her seat. Her irritation was directed towards Izumi at the conclusion of the meeting. The slave probably thought she had the upper hand now, making the mighty Antaran Empress squirm uncomfortably before her generals. Well, Selana intended to show freshly made Concubine that the domination with her was a two way street. Once the generals had departed the Empress turned her attention to Markus.

“I want Izumi delivered to my office. Gagged, bound, and stuffed under my desk. Make sure she’s sleeping before your men move in.” She said.

Markus lifted a greying brow but nodded at the command and moved to carry it out. Selana then departed to the throne room to handle the rest of her audiences. These were even worse with the seat not exactly being designed for comfort there. She squirmed about uncomfortably and felt a rare bit of anxiety rising in her for acting as such before subjects. Weakness was being show, just a tiny crack in her armor and though none knew what had caused it the fact that it was there was a problem. The events in the bedroom had certainly been fun but now they were causing her to look bad.

When she finally returned to her office late into the night her eyes dipped below it. The space under it was hardly roomy and her guards had tied Izumi’s wrists and feet together behind her back to stuff her in. The tall woman smirked at the sight of a bound and gagged Izumi. She was good at domination but Selana had to wonder how submissive she could be. Well there was one way to find out.

“Well, look at that, my new footstool fits perfectly. How wonderful.” The Empress purred.

The tall woman slowly made a show of unstrapping her sandals and slowly sat down before the desk. Her feet were placed upon Izumi’s stomach gently as Selana started looking through paperwork. The Empress then went about her work as though nothing unusual was happening below the desk. As it was her feet moved periodically across Izumi’s form, the toes of her right foot catching her nipples between them a number of times and pulling lightly. Her left strayed upwards towards the samurai’s face and planted itself there, resting for a good few minutes as the Empress worked.

Izumi thrashed and struggled violently against the soldiers, terrified that they were dragging her back down to the dungeons where the Empress had inflicted the most excruciating pain upon her. Just the thought of those needles sliding beneath her nails and piercing the most sensitive spots on her body sent a terrible chill up her spine. Eventually realizing that she wasn't being taken back to the main area of the palace, but rather to a different section of the Empress' private quarters, Izumi calmed down somewhat as a wave of relief washed over her.

Still, it was unnerving not knowing what was coming next, and she had no idea what to expect after the brutal treatment that she'd given Selana earlier. As crazy as it sounded, the woman had seemed rather pleased - elated, even - so that at least gave her some hope that she wasn't being lead towards some horrible fate. The samurai was still in the dark when she was brought into a palatial office which could only belong to the Empress herself, but at the very least, it didn't seem like the most appropriate location for conducting extreme torture or an execution.

Recognizing the futility of trying to struggle, Izumi remained mostly still while the soldiers brought her inside and connected the four bracelets around her wrists and ankles to a single small metal ring between them. Left helpless with all of her limbs bound behind her back, she was stuffed in the small space beneath the ornate wooden desk in the center of the room, where she would wait for some time before Selana appeared.

Izumi recognized the distinctive sounds of the woman's footsteps even before she'd come to stand behind the desk, slowly removing the sandals from her feet before sitting down. At that point, the samurai was beginning to understand that they were playing some kind of game. After allowing Izumi to be on top earlier, now Selana wanted to take her turn. She felt strangely excited, her competitive spirit having been ignited.

Under the current circumstance, there wasn't much that Izumi could do other than to get better acquainted with the Empress' feet, which - while it was somewhat humiliating - wasn't all that bad, if she were to be completely honest. Lust flared up almost immediately deep down in her core as she felt the soles of Selana's feet pressing against her stomach, and the sensation only grew stronger as one foot moved over her face while another toyed with her nipples, which hardened almost instantly from the playful pinching.

Moaning softly, Izumi settled back into her role as the slave without even thinking about it. She nuzzled her face insistently into the arch of Selana's foot, enjoying the contact from the warm, smooth flesh and breathing in the sweet scent that still lingered from the soap that the Empress had used when they'd both washed up earlier. Her entire body tingling with excitement as the first hints of moisture already began making their appearance between her legs, the samurai waited anxiously for whatever would be coming next, completely unsure as to whether it would be pain, pleasure or both.

In response to Izumi’s nuzzling against the arch of her foot, Selana pressed her foot roughly against her face. Her other foot rested on her toned stomach once more, her heel digging into the flesh for a few moments. She ground it in a manner that might very well be painful for a moment before letting up. All the while above she engrossed herself in her paper work, appearing to barely grant Izumi much attention. She scribbled away, approving this or that senatorial request. The key to power in Antara was to learn how to appease the Senate while still keeping a firm grip over them. The Senate was the key to the people, their voice. Ignoring them was a poor idea.

Her foot upon Izumi’s stomach moved up towards her breasts once more, lying to rest upon them. The harden nubs of the samurai’s nipples pressed against the bottoms of her feet in a pleasing manner. Slowly she rubbed her foot across Izumi’s breasts, a motion that was more absent minded than anything else. The statement went unspoken that Selana considered the samurai beneath her notice. Unworthy of even her slightest attention and was just a nice place for her to rest her feet.

As it was Selana teased at Izumi but went no further. It was up to Izumi to earn her attention. She shifted the foot over Izumi’s face, her toes curling around a few loose strands of hair. The tall woman then moved it down slightly so that the arch of her foot would be near the samurai’s gagged mouth. The gag was not overly secure so if the samurai worked at it she might be able to spit it out to better earn the notice of her mistress. A level of control disguised as a mercy. The empress pondered if she could get Izumi to do something similar to her. Being objectified wasn’t new to her but the samurai was likely willing to take it MUCH further than any of her other slaves might.

She dispelled the pleasant distractions for another time. The empress was willing to discuss exactly what they might do with each other later. For now she was not Izumi’s willing slave, she was the mighty Empress of Antara once again. Now Izumi was the slave once more and Selana intended to display her style of dominance. Of course the teasing wouldn’t be too terrible at first but the empress suspected between it and the lack of attention granted to her the slave would start wishing to please. At the very least she’d want to be recognized as being more than a footstool.

The door to her office opened for her appointment today and in swept Senator Adelia, the brown haired woman taking her seat only when it was indicated she could take it. “Your Divine Eminence.” The woman greeted, bowing as she took her seat.

The desk was only open on the side where Selana was sitting so the Senator would be blissfully ignorant of what was going on below. Selana granted the senator her full and undivided attention, leaning forward as she allowed the foot stroking Izumi’s breasts to come to rest between her legs. It simply sat there, not moving or stimulating the samurai as the Empress listened to her guest while she delivered a report on the status of the increased tariffs in the outer provinces.