I lay back, my appointment late, my ire growing slowly, and I stood when I finally heard the slight knock, and I glared at the door, thinking if I should blow them off because they were late.
I was the one who got to be late, not my customers. They know to respect me and my time.
That must mean something came up that delayed them, and I decided to find out what would make them late and potentially earn my ire. "Come in," I said, my voice flat, already starting to show my absolute displeasure with the person who was going to enter.
The door opened, and the Medusa delegate stepped into the room, her face flushed with embarrassment. Her normally haughty demeanor was now on display as she walked into my room. Her snake hair flushed with their own little blushes, normally cute, fell upon eyes that did not care at this time. I looked at her as if she were dead, my eyes cold as the void.
Her head looked down, and she looked up at me, then down, and then away. "Mistress, I am so sorry for arriving late. I have no excuse, only explanations. If you are willing to show me mercy, I will do my utmost to earn your rare mercy." She said slowly, and I glared at her.
"Speak, if you do not give me a suitable explanation," I told her and stopped, not letting her know the consequence. The imagination will always picture worse than what you can say. So, why would I tell the person the consequence when they can always picture worse in their head than I can think of? The unknown is the scariest thing in the world, and so I waited as she flinched, as I stopped her mind, clearly concocting much worse things than I probably could think of.
Then again, I was sure that if I tried, I could probably come up with something that would make them pale. The question is, why should I?
Her mouth opened for a moment as did a half dozen of her snake hairs with their blush deepening, and I knew that she wanted to know the punishment so that she could choose whether she wanted to have that happen to her or not. That was another problem when dealing with Masochists. When dealing with them, you have to understand that you are talking to someone who might think about the punishments as rewards. If you fail to understand this, you will end up using the simple carrot-and-stick method incorrectly. They will start to take your punishments as rewards and the rewards as punishments.
If that starts, they will do whatever they can to get those punishments till you become exasperated and throw them out. It was something they would not understand afterward because you had been rewarding them for their bad behaviour, and I could see the calculation in the Medusa's eyes as she contemplated for a moment, but my training kicked in and reminded her.
My punishments were punishments, not rewards, as with her Previous Masters or Mistress's.
She took a deep breath, "There was a mandatory meeting of delegates," She finally said, and I leaned back and raised an eyebrow.
"Oh? Do tell me why," I ordered my voice sounding bored, "If their reason is not satisfactory, I will punish you anyway," I finished my voice sounding extremely bored, although my ears were almost twitching with excitement.
An Emergency meeting for Delegates means that something important is about to happen, and I would get word of it quickly. That either meant I could make preparations for it, or I could even warn the right people, or make a massive profit. Information was the most useful tool in the world, and I watched and waited.
"Well, the Bunny-kin Ambassador is changing, and they are bringing a new Ambassador, and with how the relations with the Beast-kin Nation have been acting here, it is a move that could mean that the Beast-kin's stance is changing, or many other things. Their current Ambassador has been acting and cooling relations with various races they have been close to in the past. It means that things might be changing over in the Beast-kin Nation." The Medusa said, and I thought about it for a moment and visibly yawned.
Honestly, not a reason for an emergency meeting in my opinion.
Which means that the Ambassador themselves is the person of note. This person must be important. Not someone that you can just brush off. This person is a VVIP, someone connected with people that you do not want to piss off for any reason. "Oh? That requires an emergency meeting?" I asked my voice bored, "IF that is it, maybe I should-" I cut myself off and obviously started to ponder a punishment.
"MISTRESS," The Medusa delegate visibly started to panic. "It is not that they are changing, it is who they are changing with!" She quickly said.
"Oh? Who would make you call an emergency meeting?" I asked, sounding a little interested.
The Medusa delegate hesitated, then gritted her teeth as did her snaky hair, and she took a deep breath. "A Loveknot, A certain Chelsea Loveknot, a twenty-one-year-old Bunny-kin who has no record in the government, so we have no idea what she is going to do. All we know is that she is young, a B ranker, and seemingly a Void Wizard, which is incredibly rare."
Oh?
Now that is interesting. A B ranker about the same age as me? There are talented people in this world other than me. I wonder if I could use her to connect myself to someone in the Beast-kin Nation? Connections to someone at the top of a nation will always be useful, and I could not help but look at the Medusa before me and calculate.
"Fine, it seems that it was at least something a little interesting of gossip to me," I said, my voice still sounding bored, "But, that does not absolve you of you're wasting my time," I sneered and stood and walked over and asked, "Why the fuck is a bitch like you still standing?" I asked my voice cold.
The Medusa dropped to her knees, and my foot pressed into her snaky hair. The snakes exclaimed in excitement as I pushed my foot into her head and remarked, "You stupid whore, wasting my time, you are lucky I don't cage you for a fucking month," I snapped. She quivered happily underneith my foot, and I used a riding crop I picked up on my way over and brought it down on her back and started to bring it down upon her relentlessly. ]
She happily screamed out, and my pussy moistened as I began to whip this bitch into place. Rewarding her for the information she gave me, but the 'punishment' for tonight would be that I would end the session early, not allowing her to get everything that she wanted. But the reward would be ample, and I whipped her harder with the riding crop as I put one foot before her nose and the other shoved her face into it as I whipped her back. Her ass was quivering in delight, and I watched the bitch squirt even as I relentlessly 'punished' her for her transgression of being late.
All the while, I could not stop wondering.
Chelsea Loveknot, what are you coming to the Demon Lands for? And who are you?