Camp Pet

It was just you and Lady Datura, trying not to stare at her flawless grey skin, the solid body of a powerful Dark Elf Noble. It was odd that even as they left none of her underlings seemed to be taken aback by her hands on your body. She didn't even look you in the eye when she spoke circling like a vulture those delicate fingers never once losing contact with your skin.

"You seem used to being owned... not a word spoken out of turn, you cast your eyes down and away and there is not a single blemish upon your flesh... you're a the Clans little bitch." You grit your teeth at the comment, Datura immediately recognized the tension in your jaw "Ah a tiny Orcish flicker of defiance how lovely, they haven't broken you completely... that wouldn't be fun at all my sweet Doe."

Again she took hold of your face "Life under me will be different than your barbaric upbringing, and there will be rules..." You'd always had to assume what to do and what NOT to, you had been lashed and beaten for transgression and those were the only times you had any sort of guiding hand. "Now show me your teeth." You cautiously obeyed as she examined your tusks and teeth, a bit on the small side "Half-Orc, that makes sense. Not enough of your kind survives long with pure bloods; or so I hear." She pointed out something totally obvious "You are to obey my commands that is the first and most important rule."

She lets go of your face and continues the examination of her new live-stock "You're well fed, must've been the Chief's favourite." She was right "You will be with me until you're properly trained, where I go you go, I expect you to be two paces behind me to my right at all times." Her words were a hard order causing a shiver and your cock began to stir as this dark commanding beauty was sinking her talons into you...figuratively speaking.

She walked behind you hands on your bare shoulders and slithering down your back to take a firm hold of your pert peach of an ass "An alchemist has stunted your growth darling... not that we can complain with these lovely results." Her words dissecting you "Tell me your birth name, I want to hear your voice."

You speak "John." She slaps your ass with a single sharp swing making you yelp. Raising your shoulders defensively your arms still tied behind your back. "You will refer to me as Madame, Mistress, or Milady when you speak, and that will only be to me you will not speak to anyone else, that honeyed voice of yours is mine as well and I wont have you waste it on anyone else; now what do you say?"

Was it ridicules that she was commanding you not to speak to anyone but her... how possessive was this Drow? "I... I-I dunno m-mestrus." Your voice was soft and sweet but your words were simple... Orcs were not an eloquent people and you were about to be punished as such. She pushes you over the war table bent at the waist and held with one hand while the other swings into a hard pair of slaps.

"Miss-tress, darling Doe... you will learn to speak properly and the correct answer is YES MISTRESS!" She struck you again much harder, the sharp pain different than a punch or kick. "Lastly you will pleasure me when I command it where-ever I command it I don't care if we are in the chapel of your god you will do so..." She gestured to you and it took a moment or two for you to clue in on what she wanted.

"Y-yesss Misstress." You say slowly forming the words in an effort not to screw it up.

"Good boy," She grabs the rope around your neck and pulls you to the throne forcing you to kneel before it "I wonder if all those Brutish slobs have ruined you... Pleasure me NOW!" She commands sitting in her throne assuming you knew what to do next.

Do you?

-Remove her bottoms and show her your oral mastery

-Fail and receive punishment by Drow gang-bang

-Massage and foreplay and slow stripping of her clothes

-Stand there confused resulting in blow by blow training