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The Schism

Part 11

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"So, Hylda, what is it, exactly, that you think I can do for you?"

We were in my love's office. My owner, dressed in a smart green pantsuit, was sitting across from the Hollywood agent, behind her desk. The pleasantries had been observed, but now my love was getting down to business. I knew her to be delighted to have enticed the agent into her office, but she was hiding it well.

"That's a bit of a story. Would you mind if I spoke plainly?"

"Please do, I adore honesty and am very hard to offend."

"A colleague of mine... No, a competitor, but a friend nonetheless, recommended you to me. I had been lamenting my lack of action between the bedsheets. He said you were very exclusive, extremely demanding and very discreet."

"I am not a Madame or a whore, Hylda," my owner was still smiling. Perhaps, at this point, I should add that I'm standing behind the agent at the back of the room. I'm wearing a black leather underbust corset, black seamed stockings, patent black heels, my owner's collar and a smile.

Hylda looked flustered at my owner's statement, "But Geoff said you would make me..." The agent looked over her shoulder, at me, and then back at my love. "Umm, perhaps you should tell me what you are?"

"Hopefully, I'm your new best friend," Mistress leant back in her seat. "Hylda, I can do you a lot of good, help you make a name for yourself. You think you are successful now? I can make you legendary." My love stood and walked around the desk before sitting on it to loom over the seated agent, "I can keep your talent looking young. Hell, you too, if you like. I can keep your girls in line, and have new talent beating a path to your door. I can do that, and I'll not charge you a cent, either. Plus, I can scratch that itch that brought you to me in the first place. All you have to do is be my friend."

"Be your friend?"

"You came here for sex. Yes?"

"Well, I'd hoped..."

"Sydney here is my love, my life and my slave. She does as I ask because she loves me and because I own her. The collar around her throat will never be removed. Her body is mine to use as I see fit. Follow her to my playroom. I'll join you shortly, and the three of us can see about fulfilling that need you have."

A bemused Hylda stood and turned to face me. I offered my hand. Hylda, nervously, accepted. I noted the perfect manicure along with a moist betrayal of sweat upon her palm. Maintaining a light grip, I led the potential thrall to the playroom. I did not rush as I was expecting questions. Hylda did not disappoint.

"You're a slave?"

"I belong to Mistress, yes, Miss."

"As her slave?"

"As her slave. I've been in bondage for many years now Miss. I was gifted to Mistress by her Mother, Mistress Vanda, my first owner."

"You realise slavery is a crime? You could walk away anytime you like."

"I love my Mistress, Miss. Why would I want to hurt her so? Plus, I doubt your last statement is correct, Miss. My owner guards her property jealously."

"This isn't role play? You're serious?"

I stopped and turned, taking her other hand in mine. I looked deep into her emerald green eyes, "Miss, I begged Mistress Vanda to enslave me after meeting her in Germany, on a break following University. Since that day I have been locked in a collar, kept in bondage, used and worked as a slave. I am older than I look. I have spent many years in chains, naked and sleeping in my owner's cages. On a plus note for you; I am a sex slave. Without boasting I can assure you I am very good. Even better, I'm not as good as my owner. Mistress will ruin you for anybody after tonight. You will never want to fuck anyone else but her. Once she has shown you her art, you will be jealous of my collar. Now, let us get you ready for her. I promise you, this is going to be a momentous day for you. A day you will never regret."

I continued on, still holding her hand. A small involuntary gasp escaped her as we entered the playroom. Doubtless, the furniture and the racks of toys had a lot to do with this. But she continued to follow my lead, so they did not scare her as they had so many before.

I bade her stand in the middle of the room and slowly undressed her. Batting her hands away if she tried to help, she eventually stopped trying and let me work. Once naked, I had her hold up her hair, as I fastened a heavy leather collar around her throat.

With her naked, I attached a leash and led her to a St Andrew's Cross. I noted her lower lips were glistening as I applied the ankle straps. Pressing in close, to secure her wrists, the scent of arousal was plain to even my dull human senses. Hylda fully restrained, I kissed her hard on the mouth. Forcing my way in with my tongue, crushing her lips with mine. Hylda offered no resistance, a weak moan of desire escaping her, as I reached down to sample her wetness with my fingers.

Hooking a leg over one of hers, I made a show of examining my fingers, now dripping and slick with her juices. Wordlessly, I inserted them into her panting mouth. Obediently, she eagerly sucked them clean.

"Is she ready, slave?" Asked my owner from behind me. I turned to behold my love, now clad in glossy dark green leather, smiling from the doorway.

"Dripping wet and bound to please, Mistress," I smirked.

"Good, let us educate sweet Hylda then, before we invite her to serve."

Later that evening I lay on the couch, my head resting on my owner's lap, as we watched a film together. The TV, a huge flat screen I could never have imagined before I was enslaved, illuminated the room with images of a beautiful elf queen and a small barefooted hero. My love absently stroked my head. Sometimes she idly twirled the braids in my hair around her fingers.

"She's one of Hylda's, Syd," my owner whispered.

"Mistress?"

"The elf queen, the actress. She's one of Hylda's."

"Soon yours then, Mistress," I replied.

"That's the plan, slave. This is going to be so much fun. I'm really looking forward to going to The Oscars now."

"I don't think the surgeons will be very happy with us, Mistress."

"Oh, poo! They can still carve up the faces of those not in our camp. There's only so many I'll let drink from you."

"Mistress Narlinea will be pleased too, Mistress."

"Narlinea has bigger plans than America. She'll hand the East Coast over too, soon. When she does, we'll pass Hollywood on to a daughter and move to Washington DC."

"In the short term, Mistress, what happens to Hylda?" The agent was curled up in a cage in the playroom. Doubtless still sobbing after Mistress had refused to enslave her.

"Oh, we'll keep her a week or so, then send her home. We use that time to train her. We'll only allow her back if she brings a new acolyte to induct. She'll be given targets; producers, writers, directors, as well as actors. Soon Hollywood will be making the films Demonia want to be made. A golden age for humanity is coming, slave. Demonia will save them from their urges to make war on each other. With the politicians and the media under our control, humanity will learn to obey, even if it is not all collared."

"Do you think it will take long, Mistress?"

"Your skin will probably be black before the plan is complete, but you should live to see it."

"You're certain Demonia can end wars, Mistress?"

"Have you ever heard of flocks of sheep going to war, slave?"

"No, Mistress."

"Exactly."

The End