The Ball

They spent the next morning and afternoon with Samia trying her best to be a good ****, serving Varga, not meeting his eye, even being disciplined-she wanted to have some marks on her when they arrived at the ball, to show people that she wasn’t a perfect **** yet.

They dressed for the evening: Samia in her **** tunic, Varga in his finest military uniform; the red jacket with yellow seams. His boots were shiny enough for Samia to see her face in them.

They headed out towards House Reyes. It would be the first time she’d see her home in over a year.

As they approached the grand entrance, Samia couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation. Would everything go according to plan? She took a deep breath and followed Varga inside.

The ballroom of House Reyes was huge; a glass domed ceiling up above, with starlight shining through, glittering from the chandelier made of thousands of different coloured precious jewels. The walls were a deep red, as were the thick carpets. There were yellow patterns on them, with the crest of House Reyes. Selena never thought he'd enter here posing as a ****.

The ballroom was filled with people, all dressed in their finest attire. Samia felt the eyes of the guests on her as she walked in, dressed as a humble ****. Plenty of men and women she knew ogled her body, licking their lips. They'd never look at her like that if they knew who she really was. Varga led her through the crowd, his presence commanding respect and attention.

“Captain Varga,” Samia’s cousin Daniella said. “I never thought I’d see you with a ****.” She tugged on the leash of her own ****, a muscular, shirtless young man. His eyes remained on the floor, hands behind his back.

“I thought I’d try it out.”

Daniella smiled her beautiful smile with rows of white teeth, looking Samia up and down. She caught Samia looking at her ****’s huge chest.

“Eyes down, whore,” Daniella snapped.

Samia quickly looked at the red carpet. Her heart raced. She'd never liked Daniella, the two had never got on.

“I am sorry,” Varga said. “She is still in training.”

“I can see that.” Daniella smirked. “Can I be the one to discipline her?”

“Be my guest.” Varga didn't hesitate. Samia had been clear about that. He needed to act the part of her master.

Daniella grabbed Samia by the hair, bending her forwards, exposing her ass to the whole room. Her ass cheeks were a little red from the spanking Varga had given her earlier in the day.

“Hmm,” Daniella groaned with pleasure. “Already been punished today have you? Well this ought to hurt.”

The first spank hurt, a lot. The crack of Daniella’s palm on her ass cheek was loud enough that everyone in the room turned their heads to watch. Samia’s cheeks flushed bright red in embarrassment.

“This should teach you not to let your eyes wander, slut.”

Daniella landed spank after spank on Samia's ass, each one leaving a bright red mark. The slaps echoed loudly throughout the ballroom, and Samia could feel the stares of the guests burning into her back. Even though her appearance was changed, she still felt utterly humiliated.

Finally, Daniella stopped, and Samia straightened up, her eyes downcast.

“Much better,” Daniella sneered, releasing her hair. “Now, keep your eyes down and behave yourself, ****.”

Varga placed his hand on Samia's shoulder. “Thank you for helping to keep this slut in her place, Daniella,” he said with a smile. “Say, have you seen your brother, Marco?”

"Yes, I saw him earlier. He's over there with some of his friends." Daniella pointed across the room. Samia glanced at her out of the corner of her eye, seeing the long dark hair that fell all the way to her waist. There was a shine in her dark eyes.

As they made their way through the crowd, Samia could feel the eyes of the guests on her. She could hear the whispers and the snickers, but she kept her head down and continued to follow Varga.

Varga walked over to Marco, his demeanour calm and collected. As he approached, Marco smiled and held out his hand, "Captain Varga, it's nice to see you again. I hope you're training her well."

Varga smiled thinly, "Yes, she's a good ****."

Marco’s own **** knelt beside him, a thick steel chain attached to the collar on her neck, Marco holding the other end of it.

“I’ve been thinking about your proposal,” Varga said a little awkwardly.

“Hmm?” Marco groaned, eyebrow raising.

“But I have a different proposal of my own.”

“I’m intrigued, go on.”

“I quite like the look of your ****, I was wondering if you’d be willing to swap for the evening.”

Marco's eyes widened in surprise, he licked his lips, but he quickly composed himself. "You mean take her off your hands for the night?"

“If she needs further discipline, I trust you to give it to her.”

Samia's heart wrenched at the thought of what her horrid cousin might want to do to her. But she had to do this, to save House Reyes.