The Countess and the Spy (Gemini_Rising x Well Spoken Silence)

[Well Spoken Silence]

When Patrick Carpenter first heard of his new assignment, the spy was almost relieved. After spending the last month sleeping in muddy ditches and eating trail rations posing as a bandit, he yearned for a chance to serve his ruler, the Baron of Morngard, in a more refined setting. So as he received orders to infiltrate the court of the Countess of Ardenvast, he accepted without question. A less experienced agent may have questioned why the Baron would send spies into his neighbor's lands, despite them both belonging to the same kingdom, but Patrick was familiar enough with how his lord worked to ask such foolish questions. It was a pretty standard tactic of Morngard's ruler: integrate agents into a rival's court, look for a reason to convince the king the local ruler was unfit to rule, and swoop in to establish a puppet to bend his way.

It wasn't hard to see why the Baron desired control of Ardenvast. The heavily forested land was dotted with ruins, making it a treasure trove for spell components and magical artifacts, something the countess was rumored to take full advantage of. Even with his power and his puppets, a ruler with nigh unlimited access to arcane resources was a threat that needed to be dealt with. And so, when word got out that Countess Harper Lockwood was in need of more servants, Patrick was shipped off to the neighboring region to begin work in her sizable castle, ready to find or create evidence that would lead to her downfall.

After several weeks of work however, he found his task would be harder than he first hoped. The countess was secretive, rarely showing herself, always working somewhere in the bowels of the castle. Even if she managed to leave out a journal or some parchment, he was never alone long enough to get a better look. Despite the size of the estate, his "master" insisted that the help worked in pairs to be more efficient. And so, he waited, playing the loyal servant, cleaning and readying rooms for the countess's use, doing his best to always appear cheerful and eager to help. He knew that those servants with the countess's blessing could be allowed to roam free without a partner, and if he was going to make any progress, he'd have to play the system.

Which is why when Patrick received a late night summons to the castle depths, he didn't hesitate. Making sure his black vest was straight, his white shite was spotless, and his black pants were without wrinkles, he followed the directions printed to a part of the castle he'd never seen before. Where those stairs always there, descending into a featureless hallway with a single wooden door? He'd served throughout the castle, making it a point to map the layout in his mind. Surely he'd know of such a feature, right? And so it was with some unease that he knocked on the door, clasped his hands behind his back, and waited for permission to enter.

 

[Gemini_Rising]

Countess of Ardenvast, Harper Lockwood was a secretive woman. Most didn't know much about her. Her power reached across the land. With most of her now adversaries seeking to gain her favor or hand at one point or another. But Harper knew exactly what she wanted out of life. Ever since she was a little girl she was brought to believe she was special. That she deserved the power. The power that men so often squandered trying to get money and women. Harper believed she was destined for more than that. And her mother could sense it too. It was why she taught her so much. Noth just in the ways of politics. But in the ways of men. How to wrap them around your finger. How to have them practically beg to make you happy if you promised them an ounce of pleasure. It was how Harper was able to maintain her power. She knew exactly what men wanted and how to dangle it in front of them.

It was no secret that when her mother and father were alive who was in charge. At least throughout the castle. Out in the world, it seemed that her father Count Blake Lockwood was in charge of the everyday affairs and ongoings of their land. But it was her mother Countess Mia Lockwood was the ruler within the castle. If something needed to happen you asked her first. Her husband knew his place and the Countess never let him forget it. Despite how large the castle was the servants in the home in exactly what went on in the bedroom and outside of it. Mia taught her daughter well and it seemed had passed along a few tricks of her own.

She put word out that she needed a new servant around the castle. Little did the people know what she was truly after. She needed a new pet. Someone to bring out all of her frustrations on. Someone to control. To bend to her will. It was time for her to take on a new boy. And she needed to see what was out there. That was how she came across Patrick. He was handsome, tall, and muscular. Everything Harper loved in a man. But most importantly he seemed to be quite and unassuming. That was exactly who she was looking for. Her hired help knew what kind of servant she was looking for she just needed to bide her time.

Well the time finally came when Harper called upon Patrick. She sent for him and waited in the dugeon where she usually liked to play. Occassionaly she'd find other places in the castle and even sometimes in the forest. But the dugeon was her favorite place. People couldn't hear what was going on. They couldn't see what was going on. It was the perfect place to conduct all of her business. Espically the ones of the sexual kind. Finally after waiting she heard the timid knock at the door. The countess couldn't contain her smile for the moment before composing herself. "Enter Patrick." Harper called out walking forward. She was dressing in a deep red dress that covered her breasts, part of her stomach and exposed her back. It was beautiful against her pale skin.

"You're probably wondering why I called you in here Patrick. Don't worry you aren't in any trouble." She said circling around him almost as if he was prey and she was the predator. "I wanted to explain your duties to you a bit more." She stated moving closer towards him. Her hungry blue eyes looking over his body. Devouring every inch her eyes could get on. "I have further and more important use for you outside of cleaning and helping around the castle...but before I explain those duties. I need something from you." She stepped back and sat down a small throne in the room against the wall. "I need you to undress for me. I need you to present your body to me. That means all of your clothes. I expect this to be done with no protest." Harper stated matter of factly. The iceness in her voice detectable.

 

[Well Spoken Silence]

With the simple command, Patrick allowed himself to step inside, pushing open the large wooden door to reveal what lay behind. Which, all told, wasn't much. No art adorned the intricate grey stonework, no fine rugs or carpets coated the smooth rock floor. The ceiling held aloof a large wrought iron chandelier, their candles leaving no darkness to hid in. Only one feature set this room apart from any other storeroom in the castle: a high-backed throne of dark wood and plush red leather. And walking from that seat of power, blue eyes watching him intently, was his target.

No sooner had he reached the center of the room was he circled by the woman he was sent to bring down, ruby dress trailing behind her as she spoke sternly to him. He paid attention, but he took the opportunity to finally get a good look at his opponent. She was gorgeous, with flawless pale skin that shown in the candlelight, her dress showing off her flat midriff and arched back. Between the way she carried herself and the manner she spoke, she was more than just a pretty face. She radiated a confident and dangerous aura, and while she assured him he was in no trouble the way she looked at him made him unsure. He may have been taller and more muscled, but there was something in the hungry way she eyed him that made him uneasy, even after she returned to her throne.

That unease was replaced with confusion as she gave the reason for her late night summons: she wanted him to strip. Despite himself, Patrick blushed slightly before complying. He might not be used to taking orders from women, especially in an intimate setting, but if sex was all she wanted he'd do it to get closer. Using servants for pleasure wasn't enough to damn her in the eyes of the king, but it might open up possibilities to collect or plant evidence if it became a regular occurrence. And so he unbuttoned his vest and shirt with little hesitation, folding them and placing them neatly on the floor, revealing his athletic frame. Next game his pants and undergarments, which were similarly discarded and placed along with his other clothes.

Patrick stood up straight, and after a moment his hands covered his flaccid, cut member, feeling vulnerable in front of the fully clothed countess and not wanting to be exposed for too long. "Is that all, Lady Lockwood?" He suppressed a shiver as he spoke, but whether it was the chill of the room or from anticipation of what was to come he could not say.

 

[Gemini_Rising]

Harper could not deny the thrill she felt watching Patrick remove all of his clothing. This would be easy. He seemed to almost be naturally submissive. Although she doubted Patrick would love everything that was about to happen to him. They usually struggled at first to accept their new position. Most men had been raised not to follow orders from women. To believe that because they had a pair of balls and a cock it somehow made them superior to her and the other women around them. Things would be different in her castle and under her rule. But for now, she would have to be satisfied with controlling the incredibly handsome and fit man in front of her. Not that she was complaining.

"That won't be all Patrick. When we are done I'll let you know." She stood up from her throne and walked over to Patrick. "You'll be coming down to this dungeon nightly. This isn't up for debate. I expect you here freshly bathed and on time. If you have me waiting longer than I should be you'll be punished. You will always knock on the door and be naked when entering the room. That is how you'll present yourself." She looked down at his hands trying to cover his cock and balls and laughed softly to herself. "In addition...you never cover up in front of me. I own your cock and your balls. And if I want to see them you'll present them to me." With a wave of her hand, a black leather collar appeared in her hand as she stepped forward towards Patrick.

"This will be the only item you'll be allowed to wear in my presence. Otherwise, you're to be fully nude." Without waiting for his permission the countess walked over and quickly placed the collar around his neck. Little did the boy know that the collar was enchanted. Only she would be able to take it off. It was one of her more genius ideas. How humiliating it would be for him to walk around the castle with a collar one. Everyone else would know what was going on and most would judge him. Which was just the cherry on top of it all. Watching him blush as all of the servants around the castle watched as he submitted his manhood. The very thing that made him a man.

Harper waited for the man to remove his hands before she started to inspect his body closely. "You'll be expected to maintain your body the way it is. I like my servants to look as handsome and fit as humanly possible. If I catch you not taking care of yourself...well you don't want to know what's going to happen." One delicate hand reached up and cupped Patrick's face slightly before trailing down his neck softly. Harper felt the man's heart beating in his chest. A sign that he was at the very least nervous. Her hand trailed towards his nipple and pinched it slightly. She watched him jump a smile dancing across her lips. Slowly her hand trailed further down his body down towards his abs and then towards his cock and balls. She gently cupped his cock and balls. Feeling their warmth and weight. "Tell me about your sexual experiences...what have you done. What have you tried?"

 

[Well Spoken Silence]

It seemed Patrick's acting skills hadn't faded, for the countess seemed pleased with compliance of his actions. As he predicted, seeing him nude wasn't all she desired. She set up several ground rules: be prompt, be clean, be naked. And most importantly, be hers. He cocked an eyebrow at that last bit. Officially, slavery was banned in the kingdom, and yet rumors persisted of royals marking out servant as their personal pleasure toys. And with the summoning of a collar, there was no mistaking Lady Lockwood's intentions. The spy's unease grew. Certainly, he owed his lord loyalty, to follow his command and deliver all of Ardenvast to him. But was this truly the best manner of doing so? Turning himself into some sort of whore?

The woman made up his mind for him, standing before him, slender fingers wrapped around the collar as she reached upwards to its new home. Slowly, he bowed his head, allowing the shorter woman to clasp the choker around his neck. He moved his hands to the side, eyes not quite meeting hers as his member lay exposed. She continued, explaining how he would maintain his appearance or suffer the consequences, ordering him to be more of a trophy than a man. In a few short commands, he felt more demeaned than he had even as a servant, a fact Lady Lockwood either didn't know or didn't care.

Patrick's breath quickened as her soft hard caressed his cheek, moving down to rest over his beating heart. With a slight motion she shifted, pinching his nipple, forcing him to stifle a yelp of surprise. The mage smiled mischievously, lowered her hand, letting her fingernails softly scratch across his abs before settling at his groin, cupping his cock and balls. Looking back at him, she asked of his experience, wondering what the manhood in her grasp was capable of.

Despite his best attempts at professionalism, Patrick couldn't help but blush as he tried to stay soft in her hand, a task all the more difficult as he was forced to recount his own sexual exploits. "I have some experience, Lady Lockwood. I've pleasured women with my fingers, tongue and manhood, as any man should." He ignored any passion in his explanation, trying not to give in, to think about how it might feel to overpower the countess as he had countless other lovers. He was doing a job, he shouldn't enjoy the way she was treating him, collared and prodded like someones pet. And yet, it was impossible to deny the way his member shifted in her hand, shaft slowly growing larger at her touch.

 

[Gemini_Rising]

Patrick's experience sexual was not surprising to Harper. He was an attractive man and no doubt had no problem bedding most women he came across. The question at hand was did he know how to use his cock to please a woman. Harper in the past had to teach her pets how to please a woman. Most men were under the belief that if they sank their cock inside a woman she would feel pleasure. But Harper was much harder to please than that. She wanted to experience multiply orgasms and would teach her pets exactly how she wanted to be pleased. Patrick would no doubt be any different. She didn't think he seemed like the kind of man who was selfish in bed but most didn't understand the intricacies of pleasing a woman. Especially a woman like Harper who knew exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it to happen.

As the man explained his past experiences Harper could feel his growing excitement. She looked into his eyes and could see the confusion about being turned on and aroused by submitting to a woman. But the countess believed that most men wished they could submit in this way. To have all of the pressure off of themselves and submit to women. Submit to the true power that inhabited this earth. Harper stepped a bit closer to Patrick her soft but powerful hand still cupping his cock and large balls. "You're right about one thing....Every man should be focused on pleasing his woman. In fact, that's the only thing you should be focused on. I want you to repeat that."

Slowly Harper started to stroke the man's cock. Up and down her soft but firm grip followed the length of his cock. Her right hand reaching back up towards his chest and started slowly teasing his nipple. The little brown numb was hard against her finger. She circled the nub and took it in between her thumb and forefinger. Then slowly applied pressure to the sensitive nub while looking at Patrick to see his reaction. She wanted to see what parts of his body were already open to sexual stimulation.

She could feel that man's cock slowly start to stiffen in her hand as she stroked up and down. The warmth of Patrick's cock radiated through her hand. The thick organ slowly growing harder and harder in her hand. Judging from the size she knew she could have fun with him. At the very least his cock would be big enough to give her an orgasm. If he proved himself a good sub tonight she'd give him the chance to show her exactly how he fucked.