A King, A Queen, Servants/slaves

Amanda found herself in some strange room, which was a delecassy to the eye. It had ellegant marble pillars, a soothing sound of running water from several fountains and silk curtains streatching gently from the ceiling. The most surprising thing, however, was not any of this, but the many almost naked women kneeling at the floor. It must have been a hundred. No, actually there were more. They only wore silk, which resembled some harem outfits, and some golden bands around their necks, arms and feet. They all looked at the floor, almost as if they were too humbled by her mere precence to meet her gaze. There was a stair between her and them, making her tower over them. She looked down, and found herself sitting at a red throne. Her delicate outfit and jewlery must have cost a fortune! Ruby, emerald, gold and other precios material clung to her body. She had a ring on each finger that was worth more than her entire life savings. On the top of her head she could feel some sort if hat or headdress. In her right hand she recognized the serpent staff.

Worship. A voice in her head growled.

"Worship your King and Queen!" Her voice boomed in the hall. King? Queen? Worship? What is going on? She thought.

Before she could question things any further, the women in the hall raised their heads. They all chanted in unison:

"All hail the Surpreme Master! All hail the Serpent Queen! May they rule forever! All hail the Surpreme Master! All hail..." They went on. It felt good. She let out a quiet wimper and slowly started rocking back and forth on her throne, closing her eyes. "All hail the Serpent Queen! May..." It was intoxicating.

Pleasure. Demand a **** to service us. She could hear in her mind. She held up her left palm and the chanting stopped. She pointed at a woman in the front row.

"Service your Queen! Serve us." She proclaimed. It was wierd to use the royal "we", but somehow it felt right. The servant rose and walked over to her with a sexy sway in her hips. She knelt down at her feet and started to access her pussy. But something was off. Something wasn't quite right. She felt somewhat uneasy.

Master Husband requires pleasure. We must provide him. Yes! That's it. She pointed to two girls this time.

"Slaves! Service your King and Master!" Soon they rose and walked up the stairs. Now she that uneasy feeling was gone. The silence was uncomfortable.

Praise us. Worship us. Adore us. Yes. She needed this. "Servants! Worship your King and Queen. Not the monotomus chat. Your Queen is tired of it. Praise us." She demanded before the crowd. She closed her eyes, feeling the servant pleasuring her, listening to their praise.

"The Serpent Queen is allmighty. All must bow to her will. No one is immune. Everyone is a **** to the Serpent Queen. The Serpent Queen wants us to serve the Surpreme Master. He shall want for nothing. He will have everything, for so is the will of the Serpent Queen. His pleasure, his comfort is our life's mission. We will let nothing stand in our way to achive it. He is surpreme. He will rule. All will bow. All must obey. Hail his majesy!" Came from the crowd. She could feel her orgasm approaching as the praise continued.

"We are only tools for her majesty to use." However, from her left she could hear a male voice faintly wimper "N-no... I didn't... I didn't... Want... Stop...? S-sto... Uhh..." Clearly he was having trouble resisting the two beauties at his feet doing their best to maximize his pleasure. He sounded like he was in a daze.

Comfort. Soothe darling master husband. Was exactly what she needed. She needed to ease his worries with her soothing voice. Without opening her eyes, she spoke:

"Master husband. Relax. Breathe. Don't resist. This is all for you. Just enjoy your slaves. It is ok. I'm here to help." When the words left her mouth, some of them seemed to carry more power than others. They were more forceful. She heard a content sigh to her left. They continued to enjoy the chanting.

"Our lives are insignificant. We don't matter." The voices started to feel farther away as the dream faded. "His Majesty and her Majesty are Gods. We are worms at their feet." She could only hear a faint wisper now. "We..." The dream ended, and she slept well that night.

Soon the morning sun rose....