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Vex'ahlia led Keyleth through the corridors of the castle. Perhaps it was muscle memory that led her to the room she used to use when the group had used the city as a base of operations, or just convenience. Either way, she opened the door and playfully shoved the Druid inside.
"You heard Mistress Pike. I'm supposed to entertain you until she comes to find us. And how can I do that if you're still dressed, darling? Or perhaps," the ranger licked her lips as she raked her eyes over the redhead's form, "I should call you plaything while you're mine. Do you like that?"
Keyleth nodded, already beginning to undress, "Oh yes, madam, I like that very much." Before she could finish stepping out of her skirt, the brunette was on her. Vex pushed the surprised Ashari against the cool stone wall and a second later their lips crashed together.
The Druid hummed into the kiss, her mouth opening to transform the sound into a moan. The ranger's tongue seized the opportunity to explore as her hands tightened on the other Half-Elf's tattooed shoulders. Vex'ahlia's teeth grazed at Keyleth's bottom lip, biting down just before she pulled back from the kiss with a grin.
Letting go, the dark haired Half-Elf stepped back, "Mmm, good plaything. Finish undressing and we will see what games i can play with you." She spun on the ball of her foot and walked around the room, "Oh, it's been so long since we were here. I'd forgotten how much I liked it. So easy to pretend to be a queen with an army of servants here." She giggled and snapped her fingers, "You, wench, bring me wine."
Having finished undressing, the Ashari blinked, but nodded, "Of course, madam. I don't see any wine here, did you want me to get dressed again before going to the cellar?"
Vex'ahlia laughed out loud and jumped onto the massive bed, "I was just joking. Besides, you're called plaything, not wench. We can wait on the wine. But you are an attentive little thing, aren't you?" She patted the bed, "Come here."
As Keyleth slipped up onto the bed, the ranger leaned back and smiled, "Do you really enjoy all this? Being told what to do? It's fun for a laugh, but I couldn't imagine really. Being someone's slave. Not even Pike."
The redhead chewed on her bottom lip for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, madam, I enjoy it. And it might not be my place to say it, but I wish Pike would just..." She blushed and shook her head, "I'm sorry, madam."
The ranger sat up and leaned forward, "You're very serious about all this, aren't you? What do wish Pike would do?"
Keyleth shook her head, "It's silly, and you wouldn't agree with it. Please, madam, how may I entertain you?"
Vex frowned and twitched her lips, "Plaything, I order you to tell me the truth. Right now."
The Druid inhaled sharply and nodded, "Yes, madam. I wish that Mistress Pike wanted all of this to be as real as I want it to be. I wish she knew just how much I love what she's done for me. How much I love her." She blushed furiously and ducked her head, "I wish she'd claim me. For real. I don't want this to be a game."
Blinking, the ranger slipped closer to Keyleth and lifted her chin, looking into her eyes, "Oh, darling. You need to tell her that.
Keyleth squirmed slightly, "Oh, but I couldn't. She doesn't want me that way. Not for real. She's been sweet enough to humor me, but she wouldn't want to... Oh, she'd think I needed help."
Vex'ahlia leaned in closer, now holding onto the Ashari's chin firmly, "Keyleth. Tell. Her. That is absolutely an order. And if she won't, we will figure this out. I don't think I could satisfy what you want, but you have to let Pike know. You owe yourself that much."
"Yes, madam. I will tell her," the Druid said with a sigh, a tear rolling down her cheek.
The ranger leaned in and kissed Keyleth firmly, "We all love you. You mean the world to us, darling. Talk to Pike. Let her know exactly what you want." She smiled sadly, "You're already hers, so completely, aren't you?"
Starting to sob, the Ashari nodded. She reached out her arms, and Vex pulled her in, hugging the girl tightly, "There there, darling. It's going to be alright."
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Pike peered into the room and grinned, "There you are! I almost forgot how big this place is. You two wouldn't believe what happened. Turns out that Zahra is..." The Gnome paused and blinked softly, "Is everything alright?"
Vex'ahlia looked at the still-sobbing Druid then back to Pike, "I think it can be. I'll just leave you two alone for a bit. Keyleth, darling, I'll be back in a bit. Remember, I gave you an order." She patted the Gnome's shoulder and offered a warm smile, "She's all yours."
As the ranger slipped out of the room, the cleric climbed up onto the bed, "Keyleth, please tell me what's wrong. I want to help you if I can." She stroked the woman's hair softly, "Keyleth?"
The Ashari wrapped her arms tightly around the Gnome, squeezing her, "Please don't call me that. Not you. Please, Mistress." She buried her face in Pike's shoulder, starting to sob once again.
The cleric hugged back, stroking the back of the Druid's neck, "Alright. What would you like me to call you?"
Gathering herself, the Half-Elf slowly pulled back, "Please call me slave, or give me a new name. I can't be Keyleth to you anymore. I can't. I just...oh, Mistress."
Pike nodded, "Okay, slave, that's fine. Sit up straight and talk to me. Tell me what this is all about."
Keyleth seems to relax a bit, and she nods, "Madam Vex said I should tell you what I want. But it's not really up to me. I am yours. For real, Mistress. Forever." She wipes at her nose, and rubs at her tear-streaked face, "Please accept me. I need to give myself to you."
The Gnome blinked and looked into Keyleth's eyes, "Oh, sweetheart, I thought we already did that." The Druid shook her head, and Pike stroked the woman's cheek, "Then what did we do? What have we been doing?"
The Ashari sniffled again, "I just need you to make it real. I...now that we've played at this, I need it to be real. Please, Mistress."
Pike nodded slowly, "My apologies." She cleared her throat, and sat up straight, "Keyleth of the Air Ashari, get down on your knees."
Scrambling down off the bed, Keyleth rushed to comply, collapsing to the floor, trembling now in anticipation, "Yes, Mistress."
"You no longer have a chance to back out. If you call me Mistress again, that means you are giving up your name and your past. If you do that, then you will be mine, completely. Your mind and body will be my property. I want you to stop and think before you answer." The Gnome walked in a slow circle around the Half-Elf, "The only acceptable answers are 'no' or 'yes, Mistress'. So, Keyleth, will you surrender your name?"
The Druid let out a soft moan, closing her eyes. Her head lolled forward and she trembled for a moment before answering, "Yes, Mistress!"
Pike smiled brightly, "Such a good slave. You are mine now. Your old life is over. Others may call you Keyleth, but you know that's not who you are. You are simply slave." She slipped her fingers into the woman's hair, "When we get back to the keep you'll come live with me, serving me in every way, with your mind, with your body, however I wish."
Breathing heavily now, the slave nodded her head, "Oh, yes, Mistress. That's what I'm for. Thank you, Mistress." She leaned forward and nuzzled into the Gnome's shoulder, "You have no idea what this means to me."
Pike stroked the Half-Elf's hair softly, "I love you. Believe me, I understand. I'm glad we had that talk while washing dishes." She smiled, "Good little slave, wing brave enough to come forward and admit what you are."