A Mistress's Lover
The morning light cut through the green curtains, casting an emerald tint to the entire room as the raveness stirred from her slumber. She only remembered good dreams about some proud, strapping avian coming to her rescue while she was in heat, a moan drawing from her beak as she focused on the dream's memory. His touches had been perfect, his beak so right when interlaced with her own as they'd kissed... She shook herself out of her reverie.
"Del, now's not the time to be focusing on ghost lovers... now's the time that you start getting ready." She looked at the clock through the jade light of the room, clicking the alarm off since she'd woke up a good two hours before the alarm. She sighed softly as she stood, stretching her 5'5" frame to its full height, breasts straining against her silken nightie. A smile came to her beak as she fondled herself, already feeling her nipples strain against the taut fabric.
"Mmm... I did luck out with these... not porn star big but..." She pushed her breasts together and winked, looking at herself in the mirror. "Oh yeah... I'd totally do me in a heartbeat." She grins, a happy glimmer shining in her violet colored eyes as she took off her pajamas. The raven didn't even bother looking at herself in the mirror again once she'd dressed in a simple blue t-shirt and jeans, though she did strike a pose to the window.
It was in the middle of this ego-preening that the phone started ringing, jolting Delila out of her morning routine. She sighed a little bit before blowing her reflection a kiss and starting the task of locating the phone. Eventually, it was found buried underneath last night's takeout she pushed the answer button before the machine could pick it up.
"Hello, Delila Galven speaking, who is this?" Her singsong voice called out, even as her fingers drummed on the table. Her face broke out into a happy smile as the voice was familiar, for a change, even as she sat down on her couch.
"Heya Delila, it's Ricky. I was just wondering if maybe we were still on for tonight?" Delila smiled at that and licked her beak in thought, her mind already forming the reply.
"I unno... it sure is weird dating my boss... not to mention such a subby little guy for that matter..." She teased, making the note in her voice one of good nature. Another laugh answered her own and she giggled along with it.
"Oh come on, Del! Just gimme a straight answer for a change." Ricky managed to say, even as she heard him readjust the phone. Somewhere in the distance, Delila could swear she heard a bell jingling, followed by Ricky's voice greeting whoever it was. "Gotta go babe, a customer just walked in... looks like a sweet couple just testing the wild waters... oh right, can you come in today? Andrew called out sick."
"Sure, Ricky... See you in a few!. Hugs and kisses, babe!" She called as she hung up, still smiling to herself. Oh, this was turning out to be a good Monday for a change, that was for sure. Extra work, and alongside her boss? Not to mention the idea of a date with him. She giggled to herself as she fished through her closet for a jacket, pulling it close around her form as she headed out the door.
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The walk was short enough, Delila having been set up in an apartment right down the street from her work. Even as she walked up, she couldn't help but smile at the storefront. It was honest enough on the outside, showcasing some rather Victorian fashions, modeled by dolls looking out with soulless eyes. She smiled, thinking of the parachute dress that she had buried in her closet, bought from this very place when she'd started working about a year ago.
She walked in, hearing the doorbell chime out her entrance as she stepped what felt like back in time in the step between inside and out. The air was cooled with silent fans blowing from somewhere and there were outfits of various varieties. For those outside, it was just Ricky's Victorian Costumes, but to those in the know... it was something much different at night.
Another smile curled up her beak as she saw the blue jay in the back, working diligently at hand-stitching a pair of women's lace stockings. He was just a little shorter than she, a guess in her mind of about 5'2" or so, and very slim. He looked up as the door chimed, and smiled, beckoning the raveness closer as he put the last touches on the outfit.
"HeyaDel. Just finishing up these stockings for a customer... paid top dollar for it too!" He grinned, tilting his head with a sharp jerk over to the fitting area. On the stand was a tigress being fitted for a dress, standing as she was told in front of the mirror. Delila nodded a bit, more to show she understood, jumping over the counter in a fluid motion.
"So, anything I can help with boss?" She clocked in as she asked, looking under the counter at the back order box, a pair of leather shoes the only thing inside. Even as she pulled them out, the blue jay pointed at them, a buckle having slipped from its housing.
"Yeah, take care of that, will ya? I'll help the lady try her stockings on." He smiled, before gently placing a kiss on her cheek. Delila giggled at that, watching Ricky's rump sway as he walked over to the tigress, asking her how this or that fit. She smiled and shook her head slowly before focusing on the task, pulling out needle and thread and starting to stitch the buckle back into place.
It was a living, and it helped Delila keep an eye on her favorite form of fashion... but her mind wasn't too terribly focused on the shoes. It was on what would happen later tonight, in this very building. It was a ball of sorts, but with the goers dressing up in their favorite outfits... or lack thereof. At night, this place was filled with women in collars, men in collars, their partners holding each other's leash... a bondage event unlike anything the world would ever see. And Delila absolutely loved it! She was all too willing to be the one on the dominant side, even as she licked her beak. And Ricky? He was willing to take her orders without any question, the perfect submissive...
It was how they'd met, at one of those balls... she smiled slyly, remembering having to find work once out of high school. With college so far away, she'd come here at night, hoping to win over the night shift boss's heart. But what she'd found instead was the owner of this very place, asking to be her mistress for the night. It'd started off rockily, of course, like most relationships based off a shared... she didn't dare call it a fetish, even if that was what it was. But she happily settled into it, taking a job at the daytime storefront and becoming an expert seamstress. But it was always Ricky that kept her here, always with a kiss or some mannerism that made her giggle.
The shoes finished, she set them in the finished pile and pulled out the tag attached to them, smirking as she recognized the name. A common customer, a Fikri Vraeson, the local psychologist. He too had a love for the Victorian, but didn't care for the events at night. She picked up the company phone and dialed the number by memory, rather than by sight.
"Hello again, Mr. Vraeson. We have your shoes ready for pick up. Feel free to come over anytime." She listened to the hissing voice on the other end, promising that he'd be there in a few hours, just before the store closed, and hung up.
The rest of the business day was slow, only a few women coming in and shyly looking at the corsets as a group, the mysterious Fikri picking up his shoes with a bow and an adjustment of his glasses. Eventually, Ricky just sighed and flipped the open sign to closed, and locked the front door.
"Well, Delila, looks like the business is done for the day. So, how about we..." Ricky suddenly let out an muffled cry as Delila's beak pushed against his own, silencing him with a tender, but passionate kiss. They stood like that for a few moments before Delila broke from it, her eyes smoldering a little bit with an expression the blue jay was all too familiar with. He smiled knowingly and nodded wordlessly to her unasked question, pushing aside one of the shelves and revealing a hidden room.
"Th... there's nothing planned for tonight, mistress. So the party room is all to ourselves..." He smiled pliantly as Delila stepped into the dark room, clicking on the light switch by memory. The room revealed was a starkly lit dungeon, with devices of all sorts. There was a stock, a leashing post, a spanking bench... practically everything a bondage community would go gaga over. She pushed the blue jay in with a bit of unnecessary roughness, grinning wildly as she closed the shelf behind them both.
"So, my pet... what have you been thinking about all day?" Delila grinned to herself as the blue jay stood there obediently as she tugged off her own clothes. She was slow about it, making sure the blue jay had plenty of eye candy to ogle as he stammered out his response.
"A... Ahh... I was only thinking of you, m... my mistress..." He whimpered submissively, standing absolutely still as was expected of him even as his girlfriend and owner stripped before him. The only sign that he gave that he was watching was the tent pushing up against his work pants, clearly straining to escape. Delila simply smiled as she walked over to the wardrobe cabinet on the far end of the room, her heart shaped rump sashaying behind her.
"That's good, pet... mistress has been thinking about you too. She was so bored working that she wanted." She stopped for a moment, letting him hang on that word as she pulled her favorite dark purple corset from the clothing, pulling it on with the sound of buckles clicking shut and drawing the laces tight. She turned back around and let Ricky just whimper at the sight of her accented breasts standing against the leather, straining to push out before she finished. "To give her pet the most wonderful time of his life... should he prove obedient."
The blue jay nodded emphatically, getting down on his knees and crawling over to the raveness. "Oh mistress, you know I'm only too happy to do as you command!" He whimpered, looking up at her with big soulful eyes. "Please mistress, finish dressing yourself so I may do as you command..." The note of arousal tinging the male's voice was obvious, and normally Delila would have smacked him for letting such obvious intent linger in his voice... but tonight she was feeling kind.
"Very well, pet. Strip yourself completely nude while I finish... and don't you dare let me catch you stroking yourself when I turn back around!" She grinned ferally, here eyes flicking pointedly over to a wall. Delila smile as Ricky's eyes wandered where her eyes had glanced over, gulping audibly at all the spanking implements upon it. He nodded once before pulling his shirt off as quickly as he possibly could.
His bare, lean chest was the last thing Delila saw before she turned back around, looking in the wardrobe again as she pulled out all of her favorite items. Black latex leggings, ones that had been fitted for her specifically the last time she and Ricky had been to a bondage shop, fit perfectly to her thighs and came just shy of her groin. Fingerless purple elbow gloves were found in one of the drawers, tugged on eagerly by the raven as she grinned to herself.
Oh, she knew she loved Ricky as more than a pet, that much was obvious. But she loved how close this activity brought them, and she absolutely reveled in the feeling of being in charge. She clicked her tongue against the roof of her beak as she thought to herself, pulling her knee-high boots on quickly. She then just sighed to herself as she picked up her leather whip from the wall, coiling it loosely around her wrist before turning around.
The sight that greeted her was still on that stole her breath away. Except for feather pattern, she had to admit in the back of her mind that Ricky looked exactly like her brother when they were kids. The only other discernible difference, she noted, was while her brother's... maleness was black like his feathers, Ricky's was a rather enviable light purple.
"So, my pet... do you have any suggestions as to what a loving mistress might do to her similarly loving pet this evening? Or would you rather leave it up to her mind as to what to do with you?" She licked her beak slowly, looking the blue jay up and down with a small grin. His expression instantly screwed up into one of thought, his paw moving to rest under his beak as he scoped the entirety of his mind.
A shrug was her only answer before the blue jay smiled. "I haven't a clue, mistress. All I can suggest is that you treat me like... like a bad boy today. I have no qualms with being roughed up today, my mistress..." He seemed to instantly regret it as Delila's paw flew out and backhanded his beak, sending him spinning to the ground and kneeling before her.
"I know you're a bad boy, pet! You touched that tigress today without a single thought! Oh, sure, it was disguised under dressing her in that cute dress..." She smiled evilly. "But I noticed you eyeing her rump as she left!" None of it was true, she was absolutely sure, but anything to make the male think he'd been bad.
"Forgive me, mistress! It was my job to dress her in that outfit, she paid me so we-ACK!" He was cut off when Delila's boot rose to meet his chest, sending him breathlessly back against the concrete. She stood with her boot upon his sack, grinning ferally down at him, tapping the whip's handle in her paw.
"You better stop now, pet. Otherwise my boot steps down more than it is on your pretty balls..." She shifted her weight slightly forward at that, listening to the squawk of slight pain from the blue jay underneath her, though he didn't dare move. "That's better, slave. Now, there's only a few things that I can do with a bad pet such as you, but I know already what would make you feel the shame that I do." She winked a bit, letting the blue jay know it was just for show even as she stepped off of his scrotum. "If I can't keep my pet's eyes from wandering, I'll have to make sure that I'm the only thing they keep settling upon!"
She cracked the whip harshly over his stomach, leaving the male whimpering in pain as the hard leather tore a line of feathers from his stomach. The whip wasn't anywhere near as hard as it could be, leaving no mark upon the blue jay's body except where it tore his feathers away. She whipped again, another line appearing on the blue jay's stomach before she let her feigned fury loose, the whip cracking again and again, eventually leaving the blue jay a bedraggled mess of loose feathers.
Delila cackled evilly as she leaned down, brushing the feathers away and standing back to admire her expert whip-work, just as the blue jay did. On Ricky's chest, she'd put her initials in the lines of bare skin, DG. "There, my pet. Now you'll know always who owns you... and who is that again?" She stepped down on his stomach, pressing the heel into his diaphragm lightly. Ricky coughed loudly before squealing out his answer, scrabbling at the concrete under him.
"Mistress Delila Galven!" The boot stepped in a bit harder, choking the words as they rose from him even as the raveness put her paw to her head, silently asking him for him to speak up. "MISTRESS DELILA GALVEN! You own me, mistress! You do!" He cried out hoarsely, tears staining his cheeks.
Delila smiled faintly at that and stepped off of him, kneeling down next to the blue jay with a soft coo. She pulled his head up to her breasts, kissing those tear tracks under his eyes. "There there, pet. Mistress thinks you've learned your lesson for now... You did good, not squealing loudly when she whipped you. And you answered so well to mistress's question!" She giggled faintly, pulling the blue jay into a deep kiss, her tongue forcing itself into his beak as she made out with him.
They both stayed there like that for a few long, stretching moments, mistress and pet looking more like lover and beloved as that time wore on, before Delila let Ricky's head go and stood up. "Now, my pet. Walk over to the spanking bench and strap yourself in... mistress will reward your obedience." She smiled pointedly, even as Ricky obeyed her without a single question, bending over the leather spanking bench with his chest against it. His eyes didn't even flicker in her direction, knowing already what awaited him even as Delila fished around in the toy chest.
The raveness giggled to herself as she looked within, finding the harness without any trouble at all even as she smiled to herself. A little more digging revealed what she'd been looking for, the green silicone greeting her gaze like an old friend. She cooed warmly as both harness and phallus greeted each other, careful to plug the latter into the former firmly as she stroked over her fake maleness.
This was the only thing that Ricky ever insisted upon in their relationship... every once in a while, he'd practically beg Delila to do this for him as a reward. And Delila had to admit that even that first awkward time had been enjoyable, a true role reversal like the world would never know except the few men that indulged in it. She crooned as she found the lube, rubbing the slick stuff along her fake member as she stepped towards the blue jay's upturned rump.
"Mmm... my pet, my pet... are you ready for mistress's reward?" She smiled, not even waiting for the quick nod of his head before pressing her slick fingers against his back entrance. He whimpered softly at the coolness of the lubrication, but when her fingers slipped easily into his trained tailhole that whimper turned into a low moan. She smiled to herself as she pushed her fingers in, twisting them firmly this way and that, scissoring within his backdoor to make sure he was ready.
"Oh mistress... you... you really know how to treat me... I... I..." The blue jay tensed up as her fingers brushed against a sensitive spot within, her hooked fingers pressing firmly against his prostate. "I love you..." He managed to whisper, as if the words were forbidden to be uttered, wincing a little bit as he waited the coming retribution.
But Delila never gave it, just drawing her fingers out of the blue jay's rump and smearing the last of the lubrication on his rosebud before stepping in behind him. The tip of the silicone dildo teased and ground against the male's rump for a few moments before it slowly started to sink in, the raveness leaning in against the blue jay and holding him to her chest as she whispered heatedly. "Mistress loves you too, Ricky... very much and very..." She grinned impishly, forcing the toy in the rest of the way with a sharp thrust of her hips. "Deeply."
The moan and weak chuckle that followed her pun was all the encouragement Delila needed, her hips pulling back only to push right back again, meeting Ricky's own with a soft slap of flesh to flesh. If this wasn't passion, Delila thought, she'd never ever come across it, even as she mated her boyfriend's tailhole. Even that thought hadn't struck her as odd their first time, seemingly ages ago... instead, she'd found it just as hot as the male clearly did. What better way for a mistress to prove that she was more male, more alpha, than to fuck her slave? But slowly, between the two of them, it'd become their special thing... their little secret of love-making.
"A.... AhhH!" The male tensed under her for a moment, Delila knowing that she'd hit his prostate by accident as his insides rippled around her fake dick. She stopped for a moment and bit gently into his shoulder, nibbling along the surface. Once he'd calmed back down, her hips started working again. She was patient and she was loving, even in her love-making... not once did her hips speed up, her thrusts steady and smooth. Their flesh met again and again in those passionate moments.
Neither of them cared about the time anymore, even though surely the hours were being whittled away as Delila's body pressed into her lover's own, pre leaking from between the blue jay's thighs. "O... Ohh... Delila... please... mistress. I... I need to..." She shushed him, putting her fingers over the blue jay's beak and smiled, nipping at his cheek.
"I know, dear... but are you sure you want it to be over so soon?" She whispered, kissing his shoulder again before an emphatic nod gave her the answer. Delila nodded once as she suckled softly on her love's neck, then her hips picked up their rhythm, jamming the maleness deep into the blue jay's body. Each motion was pointed, designed to brush the tip of that dick against Ricky's prostate, leaving the male breathless and shaking as he moaned out again and again.
"M... Mistress! I... I'm growing close!" Delila heard the call of her pet with a smile, even as she picked up her pace in response. The blue jay never lied about his orgasms, even as she felt the male tremble underneath her. She stopped her motions, burying the silicone deep in Ricky's body as he trembled and squawked out in orgasm, hot jizz spilling to either side of the spanking bench, obviously staining his stomach in the process.
Eventually, he came back down from the high, only barely noting that Delila had pulled him into a sitting position, his head resting back against her breasts. Her beak gently closed and opened around his headfeathers, preening him gently as she rested. "Th... thank you mistress..." He whispered, then followed it with the four words Delila liked to hear. "I love you, Delila..."
She smiled warmly, brushing over the blue jay's stained stomach and getting her own finger's sticky in the process. "And I you, my dear Ricky. You're a wonderful pet, dear..."
They both smiled, pressing in close to each other, letting their love keep them both warm.