Catherine

As Catherine wracked her brain for what she was in the mood for, it came to her. She raised a hand, her fingers tingling with magic.

"Sergei, Ernesto, your Queen demands your presence." The spell directly sent her words to their intended recipients. Before long the doors of her throne room opened, and two men stepped inside. Sergei and Yuri were among her finest pleasure slaves, perfectly conditioned and trained to see to Catherine's every need. More than once after a stressful evening she made use of their talents. Both wore the fine silk clothes that Catherine had her choice thralls dressed in. Just because they were slaves didn't mean that had to look the part.

"How may we serve, Majesty?" Dark-haired Sergei asked. he was barrel-chested with a full beard and mustache. The larger of the two men, he had once been a soldier in the service of her late husband. A capable warrior, but a bit of a brute with no real grasp of tactics or strategy. Still, he was handsome enough, and his cock was amazing.

"Your pleasure is our lives," Ernesto proclaimed, the mantra of all Catherine's pets. Smaller and leaner than Sergei, the blonde-haired Ernesto was smooth and clean-shaven. Ernesto had been a gift from Catherine's friend and peer, Agnese. A former minstrel, Ernesto was a longtime philanderer. He would travel accross the land charming and bedding women. However, the former chauvinist had severely underestimated Vichi's ruler. Before long Agnese had broken and transformed the man into her willing slave. She had gifted Ernesto to Catherine on her last birthday. While not as endowed as Sergei, Ernesto was very skilled with his tongue and hands, and knew how to sue what he had.

"Pleasure is indeed the service I require," Catherine stated, rising from her throne. Another word of magic caused the three to suddenly appear in Catherine's luxurious bedroom. Both long accustomed to seeing magic, neither man reacted to the sudden action. "Strip," she ordered.

The two men immediately set about disrobing. Catherine found she did not enjoy the act of undressing her slaves herself. The thrill of undressing the body of a great man or woman dominated to her will was always a thrill, like unwrapping a gift. Far from the stimulating activities of sex with such worthies, slaves were meant as living facilitators of pleasure. Not that she didn't enjoy the sight of them. Both Sergei and Ernesto had bodies worth admiring, but that was all. Just bodies. They were good for one thing, and she intended to use them for that purpose. When they finished undressing, she spoke.

"Undress me. Do not touch me in any arousing manner unless I order it," she commanded. The two men obediently went to her, removing the clasps and strings of her dress with practiced ease. "If I see an erection before I desire it, there will be consequences," she warned icily as the two men unveiled more and more of Catherine's perfect body.