A fortune in jewelry

Pooky starts with the earrings on her long, pointed ears. Her hands tremble as she removes the diamond-studded platinum rings and hands them to her 'captor.'

A shiver runs down the Matron's spine as the wet spot on her panties gets a little bigger. She bites her lip to suppress a moan as she pulls her bracelets off next. They had once belonged to her bitter rival, the former Matron of Clan K'Eeeb-Lar. Pooky sighed wistfully as she remembered that woman's particularly humiliating downfall.

The Matron knew the disgraced former ruler still lived in L'Ohnga Hassnahme. The last report from House S'Anhtuh's spies indicated she was working as a serving wench in one of the dive bars now. The idea that a once-powerful ruler could be reduced to desperately competing for tips against women half her age drove Pooky absolutely wild.

Just one piece of my jewelry could be sold for more than that wench would make in a life time! Pooky thought as she hands them over to Silvia.

"Um... hey..." the terrible tyrant whispers nervously to her minion-turned-master as a deep blush spreads across her face. "I... I know you told me to take everything off myself... but... um..." Pooky pulls her arms tightly to her chest squishing her bra-covered breasts between them.

Silvia looks at her Matron, amazed to see her grovel and beg like this. It's been such a strange day.

"W-will you pull my toe rings off yourself? Like... one at a time?" Pooky asks as Silvia stares at her incredulously. The blushing older beauty breaks eye contact and buries her face in her hands and rocks her body from side to side fidgeting in embarrassment like a scolded teenager. "...Please? It's... it's a fantasy of mine..."