EROTICA STORY presents:

The House of Smoke
An original bdsm story by Libido Ergo Sum

Thalia was starting to come around, but the slightest movement in her nether regions sparked aftershocks.

“Abbraaj, report to my office now!”

The command jolted her back into the present and got her mind working.

“Don't worry about your clothes, Tessa will get them.”

Thalia trotted to the chair outside of Smoke's office. As she was trotting, you could hear the squish of her panties as her wetness tried to overflow and run down her legs. She sat in the chair outside of his office patiently.

“Tessa, when I'm done with her and she returns to her quarters, I want you to trim her down in preparation for tomorrow. Go ahead and have a little fun as well, I want her in a good mindset tomorrow. Am I understood?”

“Absolutely, Sir.”

“Now, let me go see what I can do to her. Actually, I'd like you to join us. You'll know when you're expected.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Tessa circled around to the front of the house, and Smoke entered through his usual door. He needed to relieve some stress, and he figured it was about time he broke in Thalia. She'd been instructed not to masturbate until given permission, so she should be well on her way to being a secondary virgin by now.

The smell of wet pussy permeated the air in the hallway and this pleased Smoke. It pleased him so much that he decided to turn on his little toy and go take a shower. On the way up to the master bedroom, he ran into Tessa.

“Oh Tessa, don't bother with Thalia, she's having a bit of fun right now and is not to be disturbed.”

“Sir, are you trying to break that poor girl? Never mind, you actually are.”

“Indeed I am. Is there anything wrong with a little torture now and then? I think I read somewhere that suffering is good for the soul or some happy horseshit like that.”

“I've heard the same somewhere and now I can't remember, Sir.”

“You know, I've been meaning to talk to you about this whole 'Sir' thing now that I've decided to promote you.”

“I'm all ears.”

“Since you've moved up from trainee to slave and now to effectively my right hand, I grant you permission to refer to me in the colloquial. You may call me 'Smoke.'”

“I'm flattered, I'm not quite sure how to take this.”

“Take it with an Irish Mist neat. Come, have a drink with me.”

“You'll have to twist my arm, Smoke.” She came back with a smirk.

They sat and drank and completely lost track of time. They continued trading vantage points over the years that she spent in Smoke's service. They must have sat talking and drinking for two hours when the realization that Thalia was still waiting for them outside the office struck them.

“Tessa, would you mind going down and checking on my dear trainee. Come back and let me know if she's ready for me. Scratch that, I'll go down with you.”

“You left that thing on max didn't you?”

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