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Black Sapphire Cookie had been put under his master’s control again, reduced to a doll with control only in his hands and face. Puppet strings tangled in his dough as he was changed in and out of many outfits, stripped down into his undergarments time and time again and wrapped back up in frills.
Shadow Milk Cookie buttons up a new outfit, grinning. “Oh look at you Sapphire-”
He looks down at himself, a tiny smile on his face.
“You should let me dress you up more,”
Black Sapphire Cookie taps his middle and pointer fingers together. Leaning back into his master's hold.
“Cigarette?”
He smiles wider, sharp teeth on display.
“I'll take that as a yes.” They pull him onto his hip, walking to the show host's room. “Don't get your pretty little outfit dirty, where are yours?”
Black Sapphire Cookie feels the strings loosen around his throat just enough for a couple words. “Vanity table.”
The controller doesn't wrap around his voice again, he hums just to test it.
“You can talk, Sapphire.”
“Thank you my lord,”
He grins, passing his loyalest minion a cigarette. He taps the top of it with his finger, lighting it with the tiniest bit of magic.
Black Sapphire Cookie inhales, smoke trailing from his mouth. He was given control of his arms, one around Shadow Milk Cookie and one on his cigarette.
“There you are, is that what you needed? A pretty outfit and a smoke?”
“Mhh-”
“You're adorable- you have such a gorgeous shape.” He purrs, adjusting Black Sapphire Cookie's tight dress pants. “You are very handsome in tight clothes.”
He squeezes Shadow Milk Cookie's waist. Blowing smoke away from him, he sighs.
He walks back to his room, bringing Black Sapphire Cookie to his four posted bed.
Powdery ash falls to the floor in a trail wherever he was carried, it would be cleaned up by less important servants anyway. “My lord.”
“Yes?”
“Why are you doing this for me?”
“You've been doing very good on stage- I thought my favorite little imp deserved some quality time. Keep it up and I might pamper you every day.”
Black Sapphire Cookie is quickly wrapped up into his Master's four poster bed, his cigarette snuffed out by the bedsheets and discarded. “My lord!”
He had a little doll to follow his every request, Black Sapphire Cookie could never drop the honorifics. His perfect little servant. “Aww- is someone enjoying this?” He pushes his palm up to the growing tent in his minion’s pants, making him whine, a sweet delicious sound pulled from the lips that spread tantalizing rumors.
Shadow Milk Cookie grins from ear to ear, rubbing the bulge up and down. “Good job Sapphy, you look so good right now darling.”
Black Sapphire Cookie stretches out his body, back arched toward the hands rubbing him. He was so oversensitive but deeply afraid of making a sound other than his small gasps. The sweet nicknames and praise made him cling to his Master, burying his face into the neck ruffles. “I’m-” He gasps. “I'm sorry… my Lord.”
“Oh no- don't you apologize.” He continues the motions up and down, rubbing the back of the other's head with his free hand. “Go on, put that lovely voice to use for me.”
Black Sapphire Cookie whispers out a string of praises to his Master. He got very touchy and clingy whenever given a chance to be with the jester, very protective and handsy.
“Thank you, but I need more of those pretty whines too. You'd understand, you're so good for me.”
A whimper tears through his dough, falling apart against Shadow Milk Cookie.
“Yes… yes, my liege.” He bites his lip, the double gold piercings clacking against his teeth.
“How many of those do you have, Sapphire? I know of your earrings and lips but.”
“I have one on my tongue… and a couple more on my ears now.
“Open up, show me.”
His tongue falls out of his mouth, a small gold ball resting on the pillow of the muscle. His tongue was quite a bit longer than a normal cookie's, coming to a sharp point.
Shadow Milk Cookie grins, scooping up Black Sapphire Cookie's tongue in his mouth, drawing out more delicious pleasured sounds. He licks at the unfamiliar metal, forcing his own tongue deeper into the other's throat.
Black Sapphire Cookie pulls back, gasping for air. “My Lord!”
“Oh you didn't expect that? Poor baby- don't gag, you'll get used to it soon enough.” He fiddles with Black Sapphire Cookie's lip piercings.
“You're a lovely kisser, my dear.”
He looks up at Shadow Milk Cookie's mismatched eyes, reaching up to cup his face.
“My Liege. I have waited for this for months.”
“I know you have, I've just been very busy.”
“With that stupid Pure Vanilla Cookie. I guess.”
“So jealous-” He grins. “I don't even like him.”
“He likes you.”
“Well you can go bother our little Recluse at any time. But I need you tonight.”
He tugs on the changeling's wings, drawing out a growly moan. Shadow Milk Cookie gracefully removes his collar ruffles, setting the glowing Soul Jam on the bedside. Black Sapphire Cookie's eyes drift to every single inch of exposed blue dough, seeing the man he worshiped so fervorously stripped to his intimates only got him to follow suit.
“Master Shadow Milk Cookie…”
“Yes, Sapphire?”
“You're breathtaking.” He presses a gentle kiss to the Jester's chest, trailing over the cracks and scars in his dough. Shadow Milk Cookie's fragile body was a lovely thing to protect and worship.
“Oh I know, many can't handle my brilliance- Be careful Sapphire.”
“Yes, My Liege.”
He tugs on Black Sapphire Cookie's underwear, fingers curled under his waistband.
“So sweet and agreeable -”
Shadow Milk Cookie dips down his head to suck in a dark purple hickey, covering a large area of the changeling's throat. He traces over the doll markings on Black Sapphire Cookie's dough.
He grunts, an embarrassing, gravely sound. “Crumbs…”
“Aww- are you sensitive?” He tugs down on the waistband still in his grasp, Black Sapphire Cookie's manhood leaps out of its confinement. “Cute- Flip over for me darling.”
The Show Host flips onto his stomach, wings spread out and twitching. “Thank you… Master Shadow Milk Cookie.”
“I haven't done anything yet sweet thing,” He undoes his own underwear, pushing himself against Black Sapphire Cookie. “But you usually take it very well, darling.”
“Because I'm always begging for it.” He is interrupted by a slow bump up against him, begging for more of the sweet feelings caused by Shadow Milk Cookie's slow rocking up against him.
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The night was quickly reaching its end, Black Sapphire Cookie was delirious and drained of anything that could be pleasurable. His wings limp and body wrapped in one of the Jester's old robes. He was sent back to his room, peaceful and quiet sleep washed over him.
Early in the morning, he sat up to a breakfast on his lap, hexed to keep warm. A note from Shadow Milk Cookie tucked under the tray. Black Sapphire Cookie yawns, eating slowly and savoring the blueberry pancakes.
With a mouthful still being finished, he picks up the small letter and reads it.
Neat curly handwriting in a dark blue pen meets him. “Black Sapphire Cookie. I didn't get the chance to do something with you last night, come back to my room after you eat. -Your favorite entertainment
Shadow Milk Cookie”
Signed with a heart. Black Sapphire Cookie's jam leaps up to his face at the reminders of last night's escapades. His master's head had come off his neck to kiss him while continuing to push inside, that had been the loveliest memory of that experience.
He swallows, getting up out of bed. He'd assume that Shadow Milk Cookie didn't want him to come dressed. Padding over to his master's room, he taps his nails on the door, which immediately swung open with a spell.
The eyes scattered along the walls stare at him, beckoning towards the jester, who lays asleep on the four poster bed.
“My Liege? You called me.”
Shadow Milk Cookie lifts his hand, tight strings lace around him as he is pulled back into bed.
“I did call you. You fell asleep after the third go, I couldn't pamper you after.”
“Apologies…”
“I'm exhausted, you're incredibly hard to get to stay still.” He lifts Black Sapphire Cookie's head, dragging his nail over the trails of hickeys and bites. “I'm glad you enjoy being mine.”
“Many cookies do, I'm sure.”
Shadow Milk Cookie tugs Black Sapphire Cookie closer, a gentle kiss on his lips.
“Quiet yourself down, my dearest underling.”
His voice was very growly without the daily warm-ups, especially compared to the loud shrieky laughs and taunts.
“I can easily send you back to your room for the day.”
“Yes my Lord.”
“Good. You know your place my dear, I love it. So good, my picture perfect little gemstone.”
The outspoken praises roused a hot blush onto Black Sapphire Cookie's face. His arms tense at his sides. “Ah- thank you…”
“Mhm- you're just a nice tall drink of water aren't you?”
Shadow Milk Cookie curls his hands around the changeling's waist, feeling over his ribs.
“How are you feeling this morning, my dearest underling?”
“Exhausted.”
“Of course you are-” He kisses along Black Sapphire Cookie's lanky body.
“You're too good, I can't help but wring you completely dry. You make me lose my self control, Sapphire.”
“Master.”
“Yes dear?”
“You won't make me wait another month.”