Master and Servant

This isn't a dream. It feels completely, palpably, unquestionably real, even more than last night's fucked up forest experience did.

You are standing in a spacious, marble room with a large and luxurious looking four poster bed in the middle of it. The rest of your surroundings are a little sparse - a bust or statue here, a vase there. It gives you the impression of what someone might imagine a Roman Emperor's bedroom would look if they had never actually seen a real life example - not that you have any reference to draw on yourself.

Is the room supposed to belong to you? You check your reflection in a nearby mirror - one which appears more modern than anything you think the ancient Romans would have had access to, and find yourself wearing a toga, while your head is adorned with a laurel wreath. This scenario is absolutely crazy, but something in the back of your mind tells you to play along with it rather than dismiss it out of hand.

There is a bell on a small table which is obviously there for you to ring, so you do just that.

You instantly hear delicate little footsteps scurrying towards you. Then she appears in the doorway to your room.

It's Ria.

Unmistakably Ria.

You have never seen her like this before. She walks closer to you, dressed in a tiny white toga that shows even more leg than she does in the office, as well as considerably more cleavage than she would be allowed to get away with there. You have never found her so arousing as you do now, which is really saying something.

There is something very noticeably different about her disposition too - Ria is no longer displaying her usual uninterested, borderline disrespectful attitude, instead smiling nervously and making clear you have her full attention.

"You called for me Master?"

You look at her, not sure what you are supposed to do next.

"I'm at your command, Master. What would you have me do for you?"

It sounds like Ria is prompting you. What are you supposed to order her to do? That hasn't been made clear at any point. You figure you are supposed to improvise in these kinds of situations.

"Poor me a glass of wine, girl"

No sooner have the words left your lips than a flagon and goblet appear on the table next to the bed. Ria rushes towards them like her life depends on it.

"Certainly Master!"

This is a far cry from her response whenever you need photocopying done.

She picks up the flagon and pours dark, red wine into the goblet until it is full to the brim. She then proceeds to drop it, so the drinking vessel smashes and sprays permanent red stains all over your bed sheets and toga.

Ria may be many things but she isn't usually clumsy. Did she do that on purpose?

"Oh Master, I'm so sorry!" she tells you as she gets down on her hands and knees and begins scooping up the broken shards of clay "Are you going to punish me?"

That question almost sounded like it was asked out of hope rather than fear. Does she want to be punished? If, as seems increasingly likely, you are currently living in one of Ria's sexual fantasies, then perhaps that's her thing? But how does one punish one's sexy work colleague in this Roman emperor and servant girl power dynamic she has cooked up? Again, improvisation is the key, while subtly feeling out what it is she actually likes.

"Do you think you deserve a spanking for that?"

The question feels bold, but it seems your instincts were correct.

"I think perhaps I do Master" Ria nods quite eagerly, not the greatest of actresses.

At least now you know what you are suposed to do.

You gesture for Ria to bend herself over your knee, which she does without any resistance. You then lift up her tunic to reveal nothing beneath it other than her beautiful arse. This is no dream. Those are Ria Lewis' perfect, peachy little butt cheeks laid out right there in front of you.

Are you really going to do this? Yo keep reminding yourself this isn't actually real, at least not to her. Nobody can be harmed and there are no consequences for your actions.

You give her right buttock a firm slap. Ria emits a cute, squeaky "Ow!" kind of a noise, but it sounds closer to pleasure than pain, so you slap her again, right in the same spot.

"Ouch Master! You're certainly putting me in my place!" she almost encourages you "Are you going to perhaps slap me harder, though? I must confess, I broke that goblet deliberately!"

"Deliberately, eh?"

*slap*

"Yes Master. I'm so very disobedient. You really need to smack that out of me!"

*Slap*

"Stupid, insolent serving wench!" you chastise her.

*Slap*

"Yes, Master, I am!"

*Slap*

"Lowly maggot who needs to learn her station!" you continue as you enjoy the sight of her buttock quivering under your palm.

"You're so right, Master!"

*Slap*

"Lazy, insolent prick teasing whore!"

God, you hope you're still role playing.

This goes on for a while, until the spot on Ria's buttock that you have been concentrating on has turned a glowing pink. If what the spirit told you was correct, then that should vanish as soon as the dream ends, but you still decide that is enough for now.

"Okay, I think you've learned your lesson, you can get back to work"

She actually seems disappointed as she climbs off your lap, apparently not wanting whatever this is to end yet.

Then it is Ria's turn to improvise.

"Oh Master, I think I have made you....excited" she gestures down at the throbbing erection poking out of your robes "I can make that go back to normal, if you'd like?"

You would like.

"Yes, I think perhaps you should girl, seeing as you were the one responsible!"

Ria nods and dutifully removes her toga completely. She then gets down on her knees in front of you.

You have barely even had a moment to take in her beautiful bare tits for the first time before Ria has grabbed your dick and placed it firmly between them, before shifting her torso slowly and rhythmically up and down.

"Am I doing this right, Master?"

"You are. Keep going" you gasp.

She does just that, until you eventually explode, and now it is Ria getting covered in liquid, all over her chest, neck and face.

That is the moment you wake up. You glance at your bedside clock, the alarm for which is due to go off in a matter of minutes.

It is time for you to get up and ready for work, where you will soon see Ria again, but perhaps never in the same way.