Lydia probably would have started crying, but the thought of her Thane scissoring Olfina Grey-Mane distracted her. She felt a warm sensation in her groin and shifted her weight uncomfortably. She noticed the Dragonborn looking at her expectantly, naked in all her full glory. Lydia did not know what to do. She couldn't disobey her Thane, but the idea of bossing her around was unthinkable. Vicela was still standing there, not moving, awaiting Lydia's command.
"Um.. sit down on the bed."
"Yes my Lydia." The Dragonborn immediately sat down on the bed. An unexpected twinge of pleasure hit Lydia again in her groin. The idea of her Thane, the all powerful Dragonborn, obeying her was such a guilty turn on. Lydia would be lying if she said she did not have a crush on Vicela.
"Stand up."
"Yes my Lydia." Immediately Vicela stood. Lydia almost moaned when she heard her name, purred by Dragonborn in response to the command.
"Ah, stand on one foot." Lydia said, immediately realizing how lame that was.
"Yes, my Lydia." While the Dragonborn obeyed, Lydia could tell by her face that she was bored and already rethinking her decision to put Lydia in charge. A panic seized Lydia - she wanted to impress the Dragonborn and obey her properly. If Vicela wanted to be dominated, then dominated she would be.
"Ok…Thane…" Lydia said with sarcasm. The Dragonborn gasped, excitement flashed across her face, "I want you to stand on two feet, then walk over to me." Vicela immediately complied, trying to hide her delight, her hips swaying as she walked across the room, her breasts slightly bouncing. Lydia swallowed hard. She looked around the room trying to think of something to make the Dragonborn do. She had Vicela's interest and she didn't want to disappoint. A crazy idea seized her. This would test if the Dragonborn really meant what she commanded.
"Alright. I want you take that sweet roll on the table and put it on the chair and sit on it, slowly." Lydia immediately regretted asking the Dragonborn to sit on a sweet roll, ready for the wrath of her master.
"Yes, my Lydia." The Dragonborn walked over to the table, took the sweet roll from the plate, place it on the seat of the chair and then straddled the chair, slowly lowering herself onto it. Lydia watched in amazement as the sweet roll was crushed, oozing it's icing from under the naked Dragonborn's bottom. The sound was enough to make Lydia squeal. The Dragonborn sat before her, sweet roll squeezing out from her between her legs. Lydia knew there was no going back.
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timeasmymeasure
"Honor and Moaning in Whiterun" 3/?
Date: 2014-02-27 11:53 pm (UTC)"Um.. sit down on the bed."
"Yes my Lydia." The Dragonborn immediately sat down on the bed. An unexpected twinge of pleasure hit Lydia again in her groin. The idea of her Thane, the all powerful Dragonborn, obeying her was such a guilty turn on. Lydia would be lying if she said she did not have a crush on Vicela.
"Stand up."
"Yes my Lydia." Immediately Vicela stood. Lydia almost moaned when she heard her name, purred by Dragonborn in response to the command.
"Ah, stand on one foot." Lydia said, immediately realizing how lame that was.
"Yes, my Lydia." While the Dragonborn obeyed, Lydia could tell by her face that she was bored and already rethinking her decision to put Lydia in charge. A panic seized Lydia - she wanted to impress the Dragonborn and obey her properly. If Vicela wanted to be dominated, then dominated she would be.
"Ok…Thane…" Lydia said with sarcasm. The Dragonborn gasped, excitement flashed across her face, "I want you to stand on two feet, then walk over to me." Vicela immediately complied, trying to hide her delight, her hips swaying as she walked across the room, her breasts slightly bouncing. Lydia swallowed hard. She looked around the room trying to think of something to make the Dragonborn do. She had Vicela's interest and she didn't want to disappoint. A crazy idea seized her. This would test if the Dragonborn really meant what she commanded.
"Alright. I want you take that sweet roll on the table and put it on the chair and sit on it, slowly." Lydia immediately regretted asking the Dragonborn to sit on a sweet roll, ready for the wrath of her master.
"Yes, my Lydia." The Dragonborn walked over to the table, took the sweet roll from the plate, place it on the seat of the chair and then straddled the chair, slowly lowering herself onto it. Lydia watched in amazement as the sweet roll was crushed, oozing it's icing from under the naked Dragonborn's bottom. The sound was enough to make Lydia squeal. The Dragonborn sat before her, sweet roll squeezing out from her between her legs. Lydia knew there was no going back.