Page 5 of Regal Feather
My parents were not actually the worst. We just had differences when it came to how to use our money, and our standing, and what the monarchy needed or didn’t need. Finding common ground between it needed to be abolished, and the king needed a firmer hand was pretty much impossible.
“I want updates,” Jaime recovered first. “Hourly, if possible. And is he kinky? Will he be at Plumas?”
“I don’t know.”
I had to talk with Erika about it. He might want to come to Plumas with me. For one thing, it would technically be his job. For another, I’d made the mistake of telling him about the times I was almost outed as a deviant pervert by people who weren’t members and hadn’t been as thoroughly vetted. But if he wasn’t kinky, I didn’t know if I could just take him with me. I didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable—Santos least of all.
“Well, figure it out, stat. That’s important.”
TWO
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Ilasted all of three minutes after the guys left the property and I had dragged all the bags of clothes to my room upstairs to unlock my phone and open the hidden app I had to talk with Sir Ismael. I didn’t know if it was his real name or not, but given I hadn’t given him mine, I didn’t care too much.
What I cared about was that a green dot under his nondescript profile picture meant that he was online.
caged_pig
I went shopping today, Sir
Three dots appeared right away, making my breath hitch with anticipation. After a few fiascos at the club, and my timid nature getting in the way, I’d switched to finding online Doms. Most of them were scams and disappointments, but my favorite thing about Sir Ismael had to be how quick he was to reply every time.
Sir Ismael
What are you waiting for then, pig?
Show me
I hurried to do just that. It was my fault. Sir Ismael expected prompt responses, so I’d considered putting on one of the lingerie sets I’d gotten before texting him, but…
I’d been distracted.
Note to self: being distracted didn’t make figuring out how stockings and everything else went any easier.
Once everything was on, though, finding a good angle to take a selfie—cropped at the neck, of course—took less than a few seconds. The lingerie did most of the work, the white lace see-through where it barely covered my dick. My hand rested next to it, not touching because that was banned, but enough to give him a tease.
Sir Ismael
Switch to phone call?
caged_pig
Please, yes, Sir
The second my phone started buzzing, my heartbeat rose dramatically, even more than it had back at the clothing store with Emilia possibly eavesdropping on the moment.
“Hello, Sir.” I barely kept a whimper out of my voice.
Sir Ismael liked to humiliate, and I lived for the humiliation, but the shame associated with it was still there, tugging and making my stomach churn.
“What was that, pig?”
A sharp inhale. “We talked about it, Sir. You encouraged me to…”
“I did.” He stopped me. I breathed out. “I encouraged you to become a pretty slut, didn’t I? Oh, and you are that.”
His grumbly voice had me scampering on the bed, getting under the sheets as if I was still a teenager, making sure his parents didn’t catch him jerking off.
