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Oscar was a very busy man. The main reason was that he was probably working for one of the most powerful woman on this planet. In fact, he was doing more than working for her, he owned.
To say it simply, if you'd climb on top of the tallest building of this land, wherver you'd be looking at, you'd be looking at her Empire, her Queendom.
And this Empire was always growing through her many conquest.
That was who he was working for. That ws the woman he called Your Highness or Mistress. She, however, could call him howerver she wished.
Like most of her servant, Oscar learned to respect her and serve her to the best of his abilities. Either out of love, admiration or fear.
So, at 5PM, he just stepped out of the elevator that brought him to the 66th and last floor of the high tech sky crapper she was currently calling her palace.
In his hands, a silver tray with a beautiful porcelain tea cup, teakettle of the same fabric, the peliminary print of tomorow newspapers, for she owned the press, freshly baked cakes and a dildo, just in case she wished to do some exercises on Oscar.
Carefully holding the silver plate, he opened stood in front of he door and a laser scanned his retina before letting him walk into one of ehr many offices.
This one was a large room that could easily be considered a huge flat. It had column, paintings, a few sculptures, carpeted floor and a large trensparent desk on which she could work and see through.
The wall, could be turned into a gigantic window giving her a nice view all over the capital of her empire.
Oscar enter, simply saying, "your five o'clock tea Mistress" and bowed as he set the plate at her arm's reach on her desk, showing her his stylished black spider tatoo on his shaved cranium.
Once he had poored some tea into her cup and made sure she could easily grab anything on the plate, he knelt at her feet, under her desk, knowing she could still see him due to it transparent property, it being made of glass, pressed his lips once against the tip of her designer heels (I guess she is wearing heeled shoes but you can change this of course) and waited for an order, whether it be massaging her feet, being used as a footstool, telling her about her schedule, the news, the rumors... all of those options together.
From the most casual to the most singular, when it came to his Mistress, there was nothing humiliating, only wishes he had to turn into reality.
((his urrent suit : http://images.nymag.com/fashion/fashions...ges/11.jpg ))
((otherwise, he has black eyes, looks athletic, healthy but not overly muscular, not feminine in anyway though. Has a shaved cranium with an ink black spider tatoo on it. Wear her collar too. A thin black leather collar with the first letters of her name and first name in gold on it.))
((hope you liked it, change anything you wish)
To say it simply, if you'd climb on top of the tallest building of this land, wherver you'd be looking at, you'd be looking at her Empire, her Queendom.
And this Empire was always growing through her many conquest.
That was who he was working for. That ws the woman he called Your Highness or Mistress. She, however, could call him howerver she wished.
Like most of her servant, Oscar learned to respect her and serve her to the best of his abilities. Either out of love, admiration or fear.
So, at 5PM, he just stepped out of the elevator that brought him to the 66th and last floor of the high tech sky crapper she was currently calling her palace.
In his hands, a silver tray with a beautiful porcelain tea cup, teakettle of the same fabric, the peliminary print of tomorow newspapers, for she owned the press, freshly baked cakes and a dildo, just in case she wished to do some exercises on Oscar.
Carefully holding the silver plate, he opened stood in front of he door and a laser scanned his retina before letting him walk into one of ehr many offices.
This one was a large room that could easily be considered a huge flat. It had column, paintings, a few sculptures, carpeted floor and a large trensparent desk on which she could work and see through.
The wall, could be turned into a gigantic window giving her a nice view all over the capital of her empire.
Oscar enter, simply saying, "your five o'clock tea Mistress" and bowed as he set the plate at her arm's reach on her desk, showing her his stylished black spider tatoo on his shaved cranium.
Once he had poored some tea into her cup and made sure she could easily grab anything on the plate, he knelt at her feet, under her desk, knowing she could still see him due to it transparent property, it being made of glass, pressed his lips once against the tip of her designer heels (I guess she is wearing heeled shoes but you can change this of course) and waited for an order, whether it be massaging her feet, being used as a footstool, telling her about her schedule, the news, the rumors... all of those options together.
From the most casual to the most singular, when it came to his Mistress, there was nothing humiliating, only wishes he had to turn into reality.
((his urrent suit : http://images.nymag.com/fashion/fashions...ges/11.jpg ))
((otherwise, he has black eyes, looks athletic, healthy but not overly muscular, not feminine in anyway though. Has a shaved cranium with an ink black spider tatoo on it. Wear her collar too. A thin black leather collar with the first letters of her name and first name in gold on it.))
((hope you liked it, change anything you wish)