Cade stared down at Scarlett where she was kneeling before him. Her dress today was shorter, barely covering her knees, and Cade knew that Ava had delivered her new uniform. More of her pale white skin was on display than before. Freckles littered her chest, covered only slightly by sheer lace.

“When I tap my cock, I want you to take it out and service it. If I present my fingers to you after tapping my cock, I want you to suck my fingers. Does that make sense to you?”

“Yes, Sir.” Scarlett’s voice was timid as she looked at the ground. Her shoulders were hunched up to her ears, a stark contrast to how she had rested after yesterday’s punishment. He was tempted to dismiss her, but he knew that this was necessary training. Especially with Farwall in attendance.

He tapped his bulge with one hand and Scarlett shuffled forward. Her hands were cold as she fished his cock out of his pants. She moved slowly, letting the silicone material rest against the front of his pants before leaning forward. His thighs tensed as her warm breath ghosted over his skin. She leaned forward a bit more before taking the cock into her mouth. Cade’s stomach tensed at the sight. It had been a while since he had been pleasured.

He placed one hand on the back of her head, not forcing her forward but merely resting it there. She held his cock in her mouth, not moving.

“This only works if I’m asking you to warm my tip. You need to take it further down your throat.” Cade smirked when Scarlett shot a worried glance up at him. Her blue eyes were wide and she made to pull back from his cock. “I will not force you down my cock. Take it at your own pace. I’m merely informing you of the difference in how you should be servicing me.”

He watched her, not moving, as she slid a bit further down his cock. He wasn’t packing anything big today, just an average-sized cock. The base of the cock pushed slightly against his clit as she sank down on it, but not enough to give him any noticeable pleasure.

Scarlett gagged slightly when she slid too far too fast and he rushed to pull his hips back. She pulled off of his cock for a few deep breaths before beginning again. She moved slowly this time. Her lips were wrapped around his tip and she paused before slowly moving down again.

“Breathe through your nose,” Cade instructed. He watched her chest heave as she took in a few breaths. “Good job. Keep going whenever you are comfortable.”

Scarlett slid his cock further into her mouth, slowly moving down. When she made it about halfway, she started gagging. He watched as her throat bobbed as she tried to push past the gag reflex. Eventually she had to pull back and breathe without an obstruction in her throat. After a few more breaths and a quick clean up, she moved towards him again. She slid his cock into her mouth again and began to make slow progress once more.

Minutes passed as Scarlett tried to get his cock a little deeper, but couldn’t quite manage it. She would go too far down and start gagging. After having to stop and pull back three more times, Cade stopped her from sucking him again. He held in a sigh, watching as she continued to gasp and suck in air.

“Instead of trying to go all the way down, use your hand to stroke the rest of my cock.” Scarlett nodded, but didn’t move to retake his cock in her mouth. “Would you like a breather?”

A small smile graced Scarlett’s lips as she glanced up at him. A warm feeling spread inside his chest at the look, the gratitude clear in her gaze. He let her back up from him, resting her back against the chair behind her. Cade got to his feet and headed to the pitcher on a nearby table.

“Water?”

“Yes, please, Sir.” He nodded and filled a glass with the liquid, handing it over to her where she was reclined. Her hands greedily grabbed at the glass and she gulped down the drink, not stopping until the entire glass was drained. The two sat without talking, the only noise in the room being Scarlett’s breaths as she tried to work back to a normal rhythm.

“How was your tutoring today?” Cade broke the silence after a while. He watched as she startled at the sound of his voice, jerking slightly before looking up at him. “Sorry.”

“Oh,” Scarlett hesitated before answering. “It was good. It’s getting harder though, but I think I’m making progress. At least, Miss Lyra seems to think so.”

“She’s your reading tutor, correct?”

“Yes, Sir. But she’s also been taking over my writing lessons as well. The Queen thought it might be better for me to have one tutor for everything.”

“That makes sense,” he muttered. He was surprised that his mother hadn’t informed him about the change. Typically she kept him up-to-date with every change that went on in the castle. But she didn't, he thought, and it was about your servant. A small swell of anger built up in his stomach as the thought sunk in. Why would she keep that from me?

“Sir?” He snapped back to the present when Scarlett’s voice broke through. She was looking up at him, her head tilted to the side. Her red hair fell over her shoulder as she watched him.

“Sorry. Did you say something?”

“Can I try again, Sir?” Cade felt heat rush up his cheeks at the request. Scarlett had been slow to trust him and take his orders. She had never tried to initiate anything before. He tried to keep his face straight as he thought over her request.

“Not today. I think we’ve put your throat through enough for the day. We can try again tomorrow. We can try some other forms of service today.”

“What else is there, Sir?”

“For the ball, you likely will only have to provide me with the most basic of services. A blowjob or cockwarming will suffice. For other events, you may be asked to perform other services. Based on what you indicated being curious or interested in: boot humping or worship, forced masturbation, exhibitionism, wearing a dildo, taking my cock in public. There are any number of things. As we experiment with these actions, we will discuss what you are open to doing in front of others and what may remain…private services.”

“I’ll have the option, Sir?”

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“Yes. I don’t know how much you’ve heard about Royal Servants. It tends to vary by country, but many countries allow the servants to set those particular boundaries. It’s something that my family, specifically, believes in. Consent. We want everyone to be content in our arrangements.”

“Okay, Sir.”

“Is there anything you’d like to learn today?”

“I don’t know, Sir.” Scarlett’s cheeks were as bright as her name as she looked at the ground. Cade smirked slightly at the vision before him.

“We could try getting you used to using a dildo. It would open up avenues of service and punishment from cockwarming to forced masturbation or even orgasm denial. Or we can try boot worship and humping. Do either of those interest you in particular?”

Cade watched as her blush streaked down her chest. The woman before him couldn’t even look him in the eyes and kept her gaze trained on the ground. Her fingers were fidgeting with the ends of her skirt and Cade took a moment to appreciate the light blue nail polish decorating her nails. He was surprised when she raised her head and looked at him.

“I’d like to try the boot services, Sir. I don’t think I’m quite ready for penetration.”

“That’s alright. Come closer then.” Cade slid his right foot forward. His boots today went just past his ankles and had buckles on the outer sides of them. The leather was well-worn and hadn’t been polished in a while. Scarlett moved forward on her knees, slowly inching forward until she was kneeling at his feet.

“Worship or humping?” When his question went unanswered, Cade slid his foot forward nudging one of Scarlett’s knees. Her blue eyes shifted slightly as she looked at the footwear blankly, not moving or responding to Cade’s encouragement. He stared at her for a while longer, taking in the glazed look in her eyes. Her eyes appeared to be focused intently on his leather boots. “Do you want me to pick for you?”

No answer came from the woman.

“Look at me,” he snapped. His voice seemed to rouse her from her trance and she glanced up at him with wide-eyes. “What did I just say?”

“I’m sorry, Sir,” Scarlett apologized. “I don’t know.”

“I asked how you wanted to service my boots. You didn’t answer.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Are you okay?” Cade’s voice lowered as he took in the woman’s posture. Her back was straight. Her head was bowed to her chest as she avoided his gaze. Her fingers were clenched together.

“Yes, Sir. I think so, Sir.”

“Did you just slip into subspace?” Cade asked about the only logical conclusion he could come to. He had only witnessed subspace a couple of times before. She had had the same glazed over eyes and had been overly focused on one particular thing at the time as well.

“No, Sir.” Scarlett shook her head emphatically, sending red curls tumbling around her face. “I think I was just…lost in thought.”

Cade pursed his lips, but didn’t refute her. He had doubts that it was as simple as that, but he wasn’t going to argue with someone that may have just been under subspace.

“Do you want me to pick for you then?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Place your hands around my right boot, we will slowly ease you into the act of boot worship.”

Cade watched as Scarlett loosely wrapped her hands around his boots. He could lightly feel her fingers as they gripped around his ankle. He slowly moved his foot up until her fingers were wrapped around the sole of the boot. Her touch grounded him to the moment and he didn’t have to fight to keep his feet from moving.

“Lean forward. Rest your head against the boot.” He slowly directed her into position. Soon she was prostrated before him, her forehead resting against the toe of his boot. The two of them held that position for a while. Cade luxuriated in the feeling of fingers around his heel and a weight against his foot. This action had always grounded him, but he hadn’t been able to indulge since her.

“Good. Now move your head up so you can smell the leather. I want you to smell the entire boot, from the toe to the ankle.”

He watched her shoulders stiffen at the request. Her hesitation was obvious, but he did not force her to move. Instead he gave her the space to back out and leaned back when she began to move. He couldn’t feel her breaths through the material of the boot and his sock, but he was hyper-aware of her head. He watched as she slowly moved up his boot and then back down to the toe. He watched her shoulders heave as she sucked in lungfuls of leather. The only sound in the room was the sound as she inhaled and exhaled. After her fifth pass, he snapped and she pulled back.

“We don’t have the proper equipment here for a full polishing, but you will act out the actions. Later I will bring in the equipment and you will learn how to polish my boots.”

“Yes, Sir,” her voice was quiet. He looked down and noted that her eyes were focused directly on his boots. When he shifted his foot to the right a bit, her eyes followed it.

“The first step is to unlace my boots. Be careful with the laces and my feet.”

Scarlett’s hands fumbled with his laces as she tugged at the knot. She fought with it a bit before she managed to get the laces untied. She pulled the string through the eyelets slowly. She wound the laces around her fingers as she pulled them out and placed them in a pile to her side when she was done.

“Very good. Typically you will now use a rag to wipe off the boots. Pretend you have a rag.”

She lightly brushed her fingers against the side of his boot.

“Harder. You will be actively trying to get mud or dirt off of my shoes. Not dusting it off.”

Her hands were more insistent this time. Her fingers rubbed against the leather of his boots. She worked the sides of his boot first before moving to dust off the toe area. He felt his breath catch as she leaned over him to work on the back of his boot. He forced a blush away from his face when she leaned back and waited for further direction.

“After that is done, you will dip a damp rag into the polish and slowly massage it into the boots. Try for small circular patterns as you do this.”

Scarlett’s hands immediately went to work on his boots. Her polished fingers stroked small circles over the leather. Logically Cade knew that he couldn’t really feel her motions between the socks and the material of the boots. But between the visual and what he knew the act felt like, goosebumps grew on his arms. His imagination ran wild as he pictured a similar scene with a different woman on her knees. A different color of hair gripped between his fingers as he pulled her close. The taste of leather on her tongue as he-

“Sir.” Scarlett’s voice broke through his reverie. He glanced down at her. Her head was tilted towards him, eyes flicking over his face.

“A brush would then be used on the boot. This movement should be vigorous, but not too hard.” He continued with the directions. He couldn’t believe that his mind had slipped so far into the past that he had missed her finishing the previous step.

Scarlett paused before beginning. Her hands roughly dragged over the leather, moving quickly and surely over the boot as she feigned scrubbing it. Cade watched as she moved, her hands easily slipping up and around the boots to cover the leather. Her hands swiped up and under the eyelets of the boot and she pulled the tongue out to massage over it.

“After this, you will wipe the boot down with a clean cloth. You will use that cloth to polish it until it shines.”

Scarlett continued her ministrations, her fingers growing softer and more rhythmic as she continued working her way around the boot. Cade watched her fingers slide over the leather, watched as her fingers worked their way around his heel and towards his toes. Her face was blank as she concentrated on the work and Cade was eager to see how she would fare when actually handling the shoe polish materials.

“Nice job,” he praised. Scarlett stiffened and pulled back from his boots. “How are you feeling?”

Scarlett rolled her shoulders as he asked the question. She slowly rolled her body, starting with her hands to her elbows and all the way through her body. After she had stretched her body out, she paused and closed her eyes. Cade watched as she took slow, deep breaths. Her chest moved up and down as she breathed and he forced his eyes to stay focused on her face.

“I’m feeling good, Sir,” she responded. He was pleased to see her work her way through the check-in steps.

“Let’s move to aftercare then. Would you like to return to the chaise today?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Very well.” Cade gently grasped Scarlett’s arm and helped her get to her feet. Together they moved to the chaise and Cade prepared to administer aftercare to the woman.