The High Summer Gala

I ignored the flashing of the cameras with effortless grace as I led my date up the marble steps of the manor. The paparazzi were out in **** today, but they were hardly going to miss an event like this. The High Summer Gala had been quite the event in Armand Segeste’s day. He had used the Solstice as an opportunity to throw a party that was the social event of the Segian upper class, and he had been a legendary entertainer. My father was less interested in holding such an annual gala these days, and he had passed the responsibility onto the mayor. Customarily, he still made an appearance, but his current old age and sickness prevented him from coming. That removed any possible competition I could have had for the most notable person at this thing. Hence the paparazzi attention.

Finch’s manor was huge and opulent, a sprawling neoclassical affair surrounded by gardens with fountains and marble statues of naked women in compromising poses. As it turns out, a huge perk of being a corrupt politician is that it makes you a lot of money. The ballroom that I entered through grand mahogany doors was just as luxurious, all velvet curtains and gold trim and crystal chandeliers. It was filled with round tables and fancy chairs, each laid out with ornate china, but few people were sitting at them. It was currently the mingling phase of the evening.

The guests were instead standing around and chatting, sipping champagne and snacking on hors d'oeuvres that came from trays brought around by beautiful waitresses in nothing but high heels. The men at this function were not much to look at. Each was rich or important in some way, and they tended to skew toward the older side. Short hair was the norm, and outfits weren’t garish or eye-catching. In fact, each was wearing a similar looking designer suit of black or dark gray. These men weren’t like women, trying to show their bodies off or attract attention.

That was what made the women all the more notable. Their outfits were very much made to show their bodies off. You see, women in Segia were a status symbol. And in a setting like this, where status was more important than anything, quite a lot of emphasis was placed on the women being brought along as plus-ones. These would be wives or high-class mistresses who understood the social language of the elite. This was just the bare minimum, so that the men wouldn’t be embarrassed by their arm candy’s ineptitude. Much more important was the beauty of the woman. The more wealthy and influential a man was, the more beautiful a bitch he would have. Given the beauty of all Segian women, and the socioeconomic status of the men assembled tonight, there was truly a beautiful flock of ladies in attendance at this gala.

Maybe ‘ladies’ was the wrong word, though, given what they were wearing. The purpose of the clothing was to further emphasize one’s power and status. So the outfits were as expensive as possible, to show off wealth, and as revealing as possible, to demonstrate one’s authority over one’s slut. Many of the costumes were also outlandish, to stand out from the crowd. As I looked around the room, I saw everything from a pink slutty cat getup, complete with a robotic moving buttplug tail, to a skimpy gem-encrusted bikini made of solid gold.

I stood framed in the doorway, taking it all in, for but a moment before the eyes of the room fell onto me and my plus-one. A chorus of shocked whispers soon met my ears. I ignored them, more interested to see the reaction of the one my searching gaze aimed to find; Roger Heathersly. Yes, there he was, standing in a corner, arm in arm with my concubine Liza. He wasn’t really important enough to merit an invitation to an event such as this, but I had ensured he got one anyway. I liked to play my little games, after all.

You see, the woman I had brought along with me was none other than Delilah Jackson, former Australian dominatrix. Her most important client had been Roger himself. The pathetic cuck loved being dominated by women, and he had been completely obsessed with this particular whore. In love with her, even. Of course, she could not say the same. She had put up practically no resistance when I had conquered her and turned her into my devoted fuckslut, after **** her. Women were never meant to be anything other than completely submissive slaves, and she had eagerly transitioned into that role from her unnatural old one.

The primary reason for my claiming of this slut had been my humiliation of Heathersly. His wife was one of my favorite sluts, and cucking the pathetic man twice over was rather amusing. That was not to say it was the only reason, though. Aside from my Segeste DNA calling out in protest at the existence of an uppity bitch calling herself a ‘dominatrix’, this whore was really quite beautiful. When Roger had said that his wife was much more beautiful than his mistress, he hadn’t been entirely truthful. It was a close competition, really. Delilah had long, luscious black hair, smooth olive skin, and a full figure. Her face was certainly nothing to scoff at either.

Roger whimpered, his eyes wide, his mind breaking down on the spot. It was a miracle he didn’t fall to his knees. Liza, in a ruby sequined sling bikini, had a very different reaction; a faintly satisfied smirk and a flirty wave as I caught her eye.

The shock of the rest of the attendants couldn’t be attributed to the same reason as Heathersly’s. They didn’t know who this random slut was, or who Heathersly was for that matter. No, their shock came more from the fact that Delilah was completely naked except for a plain leather collar, to which was attached a leash that I was holding. There was no other adornment, no outlandish or priceless element to the outfit I had dressed my bitch in.

It was a major faux-pas. From anyone else, it would have been seen as a sign of low class, an obscene gesture from someone who clearly should not be at such an event as this. But everyone knew I was at the top of Segia’s socioeconomic hierarchy. It was a bold statement that I was above the petty posturing of this crowd, and that I was far too powerful to give a shit what they thought. And it was a dare, to all of them, to say a single word about it.

Not one of them did.

I soon found myself making the rounds among the attendees, exchanging vapid, empty courtesies, intertwined with subtle hints, digs, suggestions and power plays, with the more important of them. Many were quite familiar to me, having frequented the events of my father in my youth. Some were around my age, and I had fun catching up with old friends of my teenage years. Most others were older men, men of my father’s generation, and I had even more fun watching the proud men hang sycophantically on my every word, even as I toted around a living, breathing insult on a leash.

The first man of note I encountered was Douglass Ricci. It was my first meeting with him in quite a while. In fact, I probably hadn’t seen him since my 18th birthday party. I couldn’t say I knew him especially well, but we had always held a mutual respect for each other, each of us recognizing in the other a man of intelligence and authority. I actually knew his wife somewhat better, given that she was one of my many aunts. Bianca was over 60, but her excellent Segeste genes and the power of Slutavin ensured that she looked no older than her late 30s, a beautiful MILF. She had the body to match, shown off by a maroon velvet corset, laced with gold, along with gold fishnets, heals, and an exorbitant amount of gold jewelry. The corset left both her tits and cunt exposed, and those were even flaked with gold to draw the eye.

Bianca was one of my favorite aunts. The bulk of them, I had never met. Most had been sold off to powerful foreign politicians and businessmen by my grandfather, to ensure Segia’s independence and prosperity. Only a select few handpicked lieutenants had been allowed the honor of a Segeste daughter, and about half of those men were dead, along with their wives. Only the younger generation of lieutenants, married to the younger daughters, were still alive. And Douglass was one of only five. Of the five aunts that I had ever met, the five that were living and on Segia, three were stuck-up bitches who had forgotten everything my father had taught them. Lucia was the wife of John Evanson, a City Councilman. She was a stuck-up bitch, but she didn’t realize I had enough **** material on her husband to have him licking dirt off my shoes. She was not really someone I was worried about. Francesca and Vittoria were slightly more irritating. Their husbands had both croaked a long time ago, and my father had granted their requests to get an exemption from normal inheritance laws. Given that they controlled their husbands’ wealth, and also had my father’s ear, they were influential figures within the city. I had long-term plans for them, but I didn’t expect to encounter any issues while my father was still alive. It was possible they would make a power play after he croaked, but as long as he was still breathing, they would have to dance to his tune.

The last was Caterina, who was on her second husband. She had first married Leonard Crowle, my grandfather’s lead researcher on Slutavin. When he had passed, she had moved onto her stepson, Dr. Ron Crowle. He was Segia’s current Chief of Public Health, with his primary responsibility being Slutavin’s continued development and distribution. He was also a good friend to me. After my graduation, I had interned at his lab, putting my biochemical genius to work. We had worked together during that time, improving Slutavin and coming up with many new inventions, including the compound that I used to eliminate the smell of sex on my person. I learned many valuable lessons from his wealth of experience, and he from my genius and cunning. He now served me loyally, if secretly.

I didn’t blame the man for lusting after his stepmother, and I had arranged their marriage. Caterina was probably my favorite aunt. The reason for that was because of Ron’s particular interests. He had given his bride an even stronger dose of Slutavin, which gave her a cartoonish hourglass shape and plump lips, while also making her dumb as a rock and horny as a rabbit. She was the perfect bimbo. And I quite enjoyed a nice bimbo.

Bianca, while no smarter than any woman, was not quite as dumb as all that. She greeted me with an affectionate hug. “Leo, dear! Why, it’s been far too long. My, look how you’ve grown! Have you been avoiding your poor old aunt?”

I chuckled, allowing her little burst of womanly affections, and pulled back so she could kiss my bulge. It was the Segian version of a man kissing a woman’s hand, which properly acknowledged the power balance of the relationship. Of course, this only applied if the woman was single, or if her man was of lower status than the man she was greeting. This was up to the discretion of the men, but not having your bitch do so was tantamount to a direct statement that you thought of the other man as your inferior, which was dangerous unless you actually had the status to back it up. Delilah wouldn’t be kissing any cocks tonight, of course. Other than mine.

I had never fucked Bianca, nor any of my aunts other than Caterina during a swap or two with Ron, but I could tell she wished it was otherwise by the passion with which she made out with my cockhead, separated from her gold lips by only the thin material of my suit and boxers.

“Bianca, you know very well that I’ve been traveling. I would visit you every day if I wasn’t so busy, of course.”

“Oh, lay off the man, dear. He doesn’t have time for all your feminine sentimentalities,” Douglass interjected. He didn’t seem to notice the way his wife spent quite a bit longer than propriety demanded kissing my bulge, or else he recognized there was nothing he could do about it. He didn’t know the full extent of my power, but he was at least well-informed enough to know that I could walk all over him if I wanted, and there would be nothing he could do about it. I could order my aunt to begin sucking me off in earnest right this second, and he would just have to stand there smiling. I was almost tempted to do just that, but there was no reason to needlessly antagonize the man.

Still, my aunt’s showing had gotten me quite hard. I could have my arm candy finish the job, but she wouldn’t be able to stand there looking pretty if her makeup was ruined and her face was covered in cum. Instead, I pulled aside a waitress carrying a tray of champagne and had her do the job, even as I exchanged pleasantries and chatted about business and politics with my aunt and uncle.

“You know, Douglass, I was just at the Satin the other night. Fine establishment you’ve got there,” I told him somewhat jovially.

He looked glad to hear this, and saw an opportunity to cement himself in my good graces. “Is that so? Well, I’m glad to hear it! Perhaps you’d enjoy access to the VIP room?”

I smiled. Of course, that had been my intention in bringing it up. “That’s very generous of you. I’d be glad to accept.”

Soon the topic turned to the man’s **** trade. “You know, I have a business opportunity that you might be interested in,” he told me. “I have a supplier interested in, shall we say, liberating a great number of French girls from the Riviera. But we need some additional funds, to cover the various bribes and cover-up operations to mask their disappearance. You know how it is with these first-world countries. But there’s quite a market for exotic beauties here at the moment, and I expect to turn a tidy profit. There’s quite a bit in it for you as well, if you’d like to invest. And you’d get your pick of the lot, of course.”

I graciously agreed. It would be good to be seen being involved in some serious business operations as myself, both for my father’s benefit and for my general reputation. This was a good opportunity on that front.

Eventually, our conversation ran its course, and it came time to say our goodbyes. This was around the time my blowjob also ran its course, and I came over the waitress’s face and tits. My ‘goodbye’ to my aunt involved sticking my tongue down her throat, all while getting a good handful of her ass. This continued for over a minute, all while Douglass patiently waited. Aside from its value as a power play, I just couldn’t help myself. He could tell himself it was ‘familial’ if it made him feel any better.

Delilah and I continued to make the rounds, although Delilah pretty much just kept silent as I led her around on the leash. I had a nice chat with Mayor Finch, regarding my future plans for the city. He also informed me that his daughter would be in town for the next few months, and she would be visiting the City Hall. It was a transparent attempt to attract my attention to her as a potential future-wife. Well, I had no intentions of marrying the girl, but Angelica Finch was a rumored great beauty. She might be a worthy addition to my collection.

I conversed with businessmen, with politicians, with mob bosses. Some of my talks were productive, or potentially so. Most were a fine display of bootlicking. It was all rather pathetic, really. But the women were even more eager to please me than their companions, and each took care to demonstrate that when she greeted me with a kiss on the cock. Each seemed to be trying to outdo the others. I had more than a few of the ones with less significant husbands blow me on the spot, or turn around and bend over so I could fuck them. The sluts couldn’t be punished for infidelity if the men gave permission, and one intimidating look from me ensured that each one did. The whole thing was rather fun.

I could only get my dick sucked so many times before I got to the main event. The primary reason I was here, and the reason I had prepared Delilah Jackson for the occasion. Roger Heathersly, and his lovely wife Liza.

“Hello, Roger.”

After a few seconds of the man gulping and sputtering, he managed to **** out, “You! Y-you’re the one who showed up at our house! You’re… you’re Leonardo Segeste?!”

I looked down at him imperiously. “That’s Chairman Segeste to you. Well? Haven’t you learned anything from your time here? God, I don’t know why they let an ill-mannered foreign piece of filth like you into this event.”

The man just looked confused, terrified of my anger and disdain, but not knowing what he had done to provoke it. It took Liza’s prompting to remind him. “I’m supposed to kiss his, uh, crotch, remember? You have to give me permission, it’s the local custom.” Roger gulped upon this realization, but he gestured for her to do it. I laughed, wondering how many important people he had pissed off tonight with his ignorance.

I was prepared for Liza bending over to give my cock a kiss, and I had it whipped out when she did, going against custom. She savored the dollop of precum that was already present, and I doubt she took notice of the lipstick marks of many different shades that were also there. She was well trained. My hand on the back of her head **** Liza deeper, and her kiss turned into a full-on blowjob. I let her perform her task, expert that she was, and turned back to Heathersly.

He did not seem too concerned about the fact that his wife was currently giving me a blowjob in the middle of a gala. No, he seemed much more concerned with the woman I was leading around on a leash. She, meanwhile, didn’t even look in his direction. All of her focus was devoted to staring with jealousy at Liza.

“H-how are you here, Delilah? Why are you with this– this man?!” He seemed about to insult me, but then thought better of it.

Delilah didn’t bother replying. “Connect the dots, dumbass,” I responded derisively.

A distant look came over him as he strained to think. Finally, he seemed to get it. “If you have her… you must be working for the Sapphire Empire!”

God, how slow was this man? How could he possibly be a successful businessman without one iota of intelligence? He was probably born rich. Heh, I guess we had that in common, if nothing else.

“That’s one way of putting it, I suppose. Anyway, this bitch is mine now. I’ve corrected her of all the notions of ‘dominating men’ that she had. Christ, I can hardly imagine a man so pathetic that he would allow himself to be dominated by a woman. No, she’s much better trained now. Show him, ****.”

Delilah got down on her knees, and Liza made room for her. I had plenty of cock for the both of them. They licked and sucked at it for a good while, and then they put their ample tits to good use, giving me a double titjob. I quite enjoyed the sight of the two beauties encasing my massive cock between their mounds of tan, pliable flesh, covered in saliva and precum, and the little moans they gave in between licks of the head. Equally gratifying was the sight of Heathersly falling to his knees, head bowed in shame and humiliation, completely brought low before me. Both were sights I would savor for a long time.