HOME | DD

Description
*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION, A SEQUEL TO *

This is a sequel to the gift to that anonymous friend of mine, one drawn by a pretty talented buddy of mine known as HornedRam.

Silver here has gained a promotion of some sort, a position in which he might just get to enjoy a great many things. Purpose, beholding beautiful things and, of course, serving a most splendid being: Rouge the bat...who is still a genie right here.

If you like my work and wanna support me, check out my Patreon: www.patreon.com/incredibleintr…

Now just what are Silver and Rouge up to? Read on and find out!

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

SILVER'S SERVICE

There was never a dull moment in Mistress Rouge's service.

Silver was her de facto butler, the handyman with class and polite behavior, the one who'd go forth to make things run smoothly. It was a role given to him by his genie owner, the actual wish that she had somewhat manipulated him into making, yet one that kept him busy as he moved through her palace, one conjured by her own powers as the sumptuous and now almighty bat could not be denied any indulgences. With him being the owner of the lamp that housed her, but she actually being his mistress gave way to a strange kind of loophole in which they were dependent upon one another, yet there power dynamic was edged to her side far more than his. Still, he couldn't complain as his impeccable uniform was put on and he went on to make sure that everything would be functioning properly.

The palace was somewhat self-cleaning, a basis held in place so that no dust or detritus would ever spoil the locale, this magnificent home that many inhabited. It was not just her and him, but a plethora of other people who got to gaze upon her sublime form, have a taste of her power and went on to get caught up in a cocktail of hypnosis and seduction, resulting in many becoming subservient to the one they all called mistress. Silver was the first, however, this much he knew as much as they all did, which granted him some form of prestige and authority as he looked upon the kitchens to see the cooks going on to create delicacies and handmade meals. Rouge could conjure food for them to feast upon, but there was a certain magic even she couldn't replicate in one's particular brand of spices, technique and sheer palate. As such, some like Big and Storm helped with cooking, roles suiting them rather well all things considered.

However, they were far from being the sole people under her care but also at her service. Tails for any and all matters of electronics and repairs, Knuckles to protect her own stash of treasures, which included the Master Emerald, those two being more examples of her magnanimous attitude as she took them under her wing, so to speak. However, what she had built more was a legion of like-minded women with abilities that she went on to train them with. A veritable harem in both attire and role, meant to be around her and for her to use for various purpose. Entertainment, subterfuge, re-education, with their ranks being filled by those like Blaze, Wave, Tangle, Breezie, Sticks, Amy Rose and many others. It was his duty to tend to them, to make sure they would be happy as much as Rouge should as he went through his own list for the day, whom to visit first and so forth.

On the top of that list was another hedgehog like him, Amy, who was sweet though also rather demanding in terms of time and attention. She ever wanted a moment for tea, for catching up with events as she had the reflexes of a leader to be well-informed. She had indeed been the one managing the Restoration for the longest while. She was accustomed to reports, to handling things and albeit she was no longer the one in charge, she very much wanted to help as much as she could. An hour of talking, subjects such as outfits, relationships and how the world adjusted to Rouge were discussed and yet Silver did have other people to see, thus he excused himself to go to Sticks...who actually was rather similar, albeit her motivation was to not be caught off-guard, to not let any conspiration get away from her grasp. Less pleasant, but still amusing in its own way. The only “problem” of meeting with the badger was when she would go into panic mode, but that was easily solved once he used a pocket watch, a tool that was a gift from his mistress. The elegant butler easily put the stressed badger in a calm and relaxing state of trance, subsiding all terror and anxiety away from her psyche.

Then there was Blaze who needed to understand the fundamentals of hypnosis, asking for Silver's aid as a subject while using her flames and her dancing. Ever the perfectionist, yet with a heart of gold as he ever did like to spend some time with the friendly feline. Then there was Breezie who did try the same, albeit as if to try and steal everyone's thunder. She wanted to be number one, to be recognized as a powerhouse hypnotist, wearing nothing but the skimpiest, most opulent bedlah so as to flaunt her stuff. This was showing in their way of dancing, for Blaze was more elegant, a flaunt more acrobatic and reserved while Breezie was downright out-there, wild and aggressive. Both had their merits, though, making his heart flutter after he was done with both.

The only “problem” that Silver could think of was when Sticks would go into panic mode and lose control. Luckily for him, each time that happened, he just had to use a pocket watch he always carried off to put the badger into the calm and deep state of trance. The tool in question was a gift from his dear mistress, something he received after the first capture he did by himself, which coincidentally was with the crazy badger.

Tangle needed help brushing her massive tail, choosing adornments for it as she wanted to be capable, to prove herself. Her enthusiasm was infectious as Silver handled that large and long fluffy appendage and made it look slick, using care products and special soap as he brought a selection of jewelry and bangles. They had to fit and to not reduce her control of this most special tail, which made this quite a puzzle. Wave did also want to be pampered, her own feathers needing special care, though it was more of a direct approach there as Silver knew she did so merely to make him blush, to tease the one who had to take care of her. The alluring avian wanted him to massage her shoulders, to apply perfume, to select her bedlah solely so that he'd get hot and bothered and it worked every time, for she was indeed rather beautiful in her own way, personality notwithstanding. Similar needs, though contrasting attitudes as Silver took it all in brunt, but as he got her ready for the rest of her day, he had indeed planned for this as the one above everyone in this entire dynamic arrived right on time.

Mistress Rouge.

She needed and wanted to make sure every single one of them would be induced on a regular, timely fashion. For clarity of mind and purpose, for her own enjoyment but also theirs as to behold the bat's beauty was a gift onto itself, to be of assistance to her a privilege. It was but a small price to pay to be brainwashed, to be utterly unable to disobey, to worship her very being. Her schedule, however, had been left in Silver's capable hand, which was why the moment he was done she came in, for it was all timed quite carefully in that capacity.

“My my, my most loyal butler and servant. I am pleased to see you~” Rouge said, addressing Silver first as was his own recompense for his loyal service and his devotion to her needs. Wave herself went on to get on one knee, bowing before the owner of everything she had and was, a reaction that Silver had no obligation to do due to his status. He did sometimes, though in this situation he did want to teach a lesson to Wave. It wasn't even that she wasn't pretty or undeserving, for she did work hard and had the looks to pull it off...in fact, he was rather appreciate of what she did in a way. However, he did want to see a specific scenario and Rouge somewhat picked up on that, if only because they were linked and he could, nor would he ever, keep secrets from his mistress. “It is time indeed for her to be placed under my sublime power. Would you have any suggestion on how I should do so, my most faithful and diligent slave?”

He had seen her deal with Amy, Blaze, Tangle and the others, though he hadn't yet with Wave and he saw in her smirk that she was ready to follow his suggestion for a change. He tried to hold it in, his slight blush rather hard to push away and yet he answered by keeping his composure as a butler ought to do. “May I encourage some dancing? I do believe Wave could use some pointers on that given that she does not train as hard as either Blaze or Breezie on the matter,” he said, indeed being truthful in this albeit the real reason, something Rouge most definitely understood, was that he wanted to see the bountiful bat mistress perform once more. A small grin, like a predator before a prey, then a light chuckle followed from Rouge herself.

“A capital idea, Silver. I did want to stretch a little bit, both my physical and magical muscles~” Rouge said before going in for some sways, her hips a pendulum going upon a steady rhythm as one hand caressed her abdominal flesh. What resulted of this was a shiny belly, like a gem reflecting light, going on to glimmer and captivate the bedlah-clad bird. Wave was well-taught and hadn't been hypnotized but once, many times instead, thus her reflex was to stare and do it deeply. Already did the pink, teal and gold spirals form along with a grin on Wave's beak. She drank of those curves, of those motions as Rouge went progressively more complex, one undulation followed by then a small gyration of her waist, then one spin of her chest. It was fluid, one move leading to the other and yet ever simple and repetitive enough to be grasped, to be absorbed. “You do want to be mine, yes? To give your heart, body and soul to your mistress, am I not correct?”

“Yes...” Wave responded as Silver looked at her instead of at Rouge. This was between them both, though he had the privilege to observe and admire as he felt jealous of Wave for basking in this glorious and gorgeous demonstration. He had seen Rouge go on with pocket watches, with her chest, with her eyes and many other methods, enslaving and rendering others blissful and compliant. Yet none had ever seen him being at her mercy, their intimacy something kept between themselves in many ways.

The induction went on for a while, the regular sentences being used until Rouge was done, Wave drooling and smiling with her eyes spiraling madly. She was hypnotized, refreshed in her adoration and worship as the mistress in her was satisfied. Then did she go on to turn towards Silver as she smiled in a way that bordered between mischievous and warm, snapping her fingers not only to wake up Wave...but to teleport both Silver and her to her own private quarters. “How did you like it, my first and most important servant?”

“A fine showcase of your splendor, mistress,” Silver said, ever the polite and reserved answer that was expected of a butler, the role she gave to him. They were both alone, however, and this would not fly as Rouge then went on to approach him rather swiftly. Her scent, her warmth, her sheer radiance enveloped him as she chuckled, towering over him not in height, but certainly in presence. In one quick instant she kissed him, the soft pressure of her lips on his, the light resistance of her chest against his, her flavor and scent, all bombarding him with the utmost delight. “M-mistress...”

“Oh, you are very much into your role, my butler, my trusted aide, but now I want you to revert back to who you were before, the one who couldn't help himself but fall prey to my wiles and charm~” Rouge said, placing both hands upon his cheeks as she pulled him for another kiss, a longer and more tender one that left him gasping for breath as his composure was figuratively absorbed by her own lips. He blushed hard, dazed as she then went on to hover above the ground, conjuring music by clapping her hands twice. “If you wanted a private dance, no need to make it so Wave enjoys it in your place. Let me make sure you analyze my...technique~”

Of course this meant that she knew exactly what his words and demeanor back there were truly representing. This was his inner self manifesting, his lack of courage and self-esteem camouflaged in duty and subservience, but she knew him well by now. Her hypnosis pushed away such pretense to get to the core of him as she rolled her hips once, rose her arms above her head as she shimmied her hips very fast but for an instant, activating a trigger implanted in him.

“Silent, are we? Overwhelmed by your mistress and her beauty? Good~” Rouge said as there was an obvious tell that she was enjoying this power that she had now, being a genie coming with a great many advantages for one as cunning as her. Her current “master” was wrapped all-around her fingers, but she did feel an affinity for him nevertheless as she came close and gently stroked his chin with the tip of her smoke tail, resulting in him melting into a proverbial puddle before her eyes. “You don't need to speak just now. Enjoy the show and the view for now~”

Her confidence, her charisma, all very easy to admire, perhaps as easy as it was to do the same with her body. Those curves of her were perfect, an hourglass upon which infinity could trickle down, the amount of time he feel he'd need to truly catch up on the magnificence of her skin. A flat belly which rolled akin the waves of the sea, a cute and round navel which seemed to absorb all thoughts, breasts which only amplified the round and curvaceous sublime of her shape, all with a youthful, womanly face. He had been induced and hypnotized many times by her dancing, but each and every time it felt new to him because he never tired of it, not for a single instant.

“Feel overwhelmed by your true emotions, kiss my belly as you did so often, let is suck out your restraints, your inhibitions, let it all out~” Rouge commanded and Silver landed on his knees softly, his body never actually touching the ground as his genie mistress made him float to make sure he would not harm himself in any way. As if he crawled upon the air, he went towards the stomach which undulated so tantalizingly, a summon for him to obey and indulge as she fluttered a few times. “Kiss it until it's all out~”

One kiss, a soft one full of rampant hesitation as the flavor and the smoothness washed over him. She tasted like fruits, flowers and precious minerals. A kick to it and yet addictive as her magical aroma washed over him. It went on enough to cause him to go for another one as he aimed a little higher for her navel, his tongue going on to lick it slowly. It sent shiver in him as he did feel like something in him was unlocked, his subservience highlighted alongside ecstasy as he smiled. Spirals had already been in his eyes the moment she started to perform, but they were faster now, bigger too. A third kiss did the trick as he was hungry, ravenous even as he peppered that flesh with his lips with wild abandon. And then...and then it all went out as his mouth or thoughts weren't entirely his anymore, albeit in truth they were in a more indirect fashion.

“I’m…thankful for being your slave…I don’t feel worthy of…being with you…sometimes I feel other guys could be…in this place… Sonic, Shadow, Knuckles…I know I’m not as good as them…but I try my best…I love you, my mistress and I’m thankful for…for this opportunity… ” Silver said as it all came pouring out, her own instructions keeping him from restraining himself. Those were his true sentiments, the kind which warmed him up with their sincerity as he kissed her belly a few times, unable and unwilling to stop himself not just due to hypnotic thralldom, but something else too. “I…love being your slave, mistress…everything before this was so…confusing…I was alone, afraid…I wasn’t happy with myself…forgive me for hiding these ideas from you…sometimes I still don’t feel worthy enough…”

“It’s fine, dear. There is nothing wrong with you. You have good qualities...more so than you know,” Rouge answered, truthful in her statement for one of the thing she excelled at was reading people. In her time as a G.U.N. agent, as a spy, being able to tell deceit from truth, to discern the deeper aspects of people was a necessary skill. As a genie, attuned to even greater wavelengths, it was easy to talk about Silver and his own worth. He kissed her belly, joyful and yet somewhat freed from a certain pressure as she could tell that he was somewhat liberated from chains of his own making. “Far, far more than you could ever know...Why would I grant you the opportunity to pleasure me in the past like you will soon do yet again if you weren't worthy of me, after all?”

As he went on with his worship of her midriff, something Rouge let go on for quite a while, neither of their schedule felt very important right now as they wanted to experience more of the other. Rouge had gained much of what she sought alongside things that she did not know that she needed, much like Silver did. They belonged, they had their purpose, their own dreams and they were linked together as they would spend much of the rest of the day together, loving the other as mistress and slave, but also as other things. A psychic and a thief. A man scared of the future and someone ever ready to live the present fully. A butler and a genie. In service, they had found one another, a call of fate in a certain way.

They were always meant to be together.

Description
*THERE IS A STORY BELOW THE DESCRIPTION, A SEQUEL TO *

This is a sequel to the gift to that anonymous friend of mine, one drawn by a pretty talented buddy of mine known as HornedRam.

Silver here has gained a promotion of some sort, a position in which he might just get to enjoy a great many things. Purpose, beholding beautiful things and, of course, serving a most splendid being: Rouge the bat...who is still a genie right here.

If you like my work and wanna support me, check out my Patreon: www.patreon.com/incredibleintr…

Now just what are Silver and Rouge up to? Read on and find out!

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

SILVER'S SERVICE

There was never a dull moment in Mistress Rouge's service.

Silver was her de facto butler, the handyman with class and polite behavior, the one who'd go forth to make things run smoothly. It was a role given to him by his genie owner, the actual wish that she had somewhat manipulated him into making, yet one that kept him busy as he moved through her palace, one conjured by her own powers as the sumptuous and now almighty bat could not be denied any indulgences. With him being the owner of the lamp that housed her, but she actually being his mistress gave way to a strange kind of loophole in which they were dependent upon one another, yet there power dynamic was edged to her side far more than his. Still, he couldn't complain as his impeccable uniform was put on and he went on to make sure that everything would be functioning properly.

The palace was somewhat self-cleaning, a basis held in place so that no dust or detritus would ever spoil the locale, this magnificent home that many inhabited. It was not just her and him, but a plethora of other people who got to gaze upon her sublime form, have a taste of her power and went on to get caught up in a cocktail of hypnosis and seduction, resulting in many becoming subservient to the one they all called mistress. Silver was the first, however, this much he knew as much as they all did, which granted him some form of prestige and authority as he looked upon the kitchens to see the cooks going on to create delicacies and handmade meals. Rouge could conjure food for them to feast upon, but there was a certain magic even she couldn't replicate in one's particular brand of spices, technique and sheer palate. As such, some like Big and Storm helped with cooking, roles suiting them rather well all things considered.

However, they were far from being the sole people under her care but also at her service. Tails for any and all matters of electronics and repairs, Knuckles to protect her own stash of treasures, which included the Master Emerald, those two being more examples of her magnanimous attitude as she took them under her wing, so to speak. However, what she had built more was a legion of like-minded women with abilities that she went on to train them with. A veritable harem in both attire and role, meant to be around her and for her to use for various purpose. Entertainment, subterfuge, re-education, with their ranks being filled by those like Blaze, Wave, Tangle, Breezie, Sticks, Amy Rose and many others. It was his duty to tend to them, to make sure they would be happy as much as Rouge should as he went through his own list for the day, whom to visit first and so forth.

On the top of that list was another hedgehog like him, Amy, who was sweet though also rather demanding in terms of time and attention. She ever wanted a moment for tea, for catching up with events as she had the reflexes of a leader to be well-informed. She had indeed been the one managing the Restoration for the longest while. She was accustomed to reports, to handling things and albeit she was no longer the one in charge, she very much wanted to help as much as she could. An hour of talking, subjects such as outfits, relationships and how the world adjusted to Rouge were discussed and yet Silver did have other people to see, thus he excused himself to go to Sticks...who actually was rather similar, albeit her motivation was to not be caught off-guard, to not let any conspiration get away from her grasp. Less pleasant, but still amusing in its own way. The only “problem” of meeting with the badger was when she would go into panic mode, but that was easily solved once he used a pocket watch, a tool that was a gift from his mistress. The elegant butler easily put the stressed badger in a calm and relaxing state of trance, subsiding all terror and anxiety away from her psyche.

Then there was Blaze who needed to understand the fundamentals of hypnosis, asking for Silver's aid as a subject while using her flames and her dancing. Ever the perfectionist, yet with a heart of gold as he ever did like to spend some time with the friendly feline. Then there was Breezie who did try the same, albeit as if to try and steal everyone's thunder. She wanted to be number one, to be recognized as a powerhouse hypnotist, wearing nothing but the skimpiest, most opulent bedlah so as to flaunt her stuff. This was showing in their way of dancing, for Blaze was more elegant, a flaunt more acrobatic and reserved while Breezie was downright out-there, wild and aggressive. Both had their merits, though, making his heart flutter after he was done with both.

The only “problem” that Silver could think of was when Sticks would go into panic mode and lose control. Luckily for him, each time that happened, he just had to use a pocket watch he always carried off to put the badger into the calm and deep state of trance. The tool in question was a gift from his dear mistress, something he received after the first capture he did by himself, which coincidentally was with the crazy badger.

Tangle needed help brushing her massive tail, choosing adornments for it as she wanted to be capable, to prove herself. Her enthusiasm was infectious as Silver handled that large and long fluffy appendage and made it look slick, using care products and special soap as he brought a selection of jewelry and bangles. They had to fit and to not reduce her control of this most special tail, which made this quite a puzzle. Wave did also want to be pampered, her own feathers needing special care, though it was more of a direct approach there as Silver knew she did so merely to make him blush, to tease the one who had to take care of her. The alluring avian wanted him to massage her shoulders, to apply perfume, to select her bedlah solely so that he'd get hot and bothered and it worked every time, for she was indeed rather beautiful in her own way, personality notwithstanding. Similar needs, though contrasting attitudes as Silver took it all in brunt, but as he got her ready for the rest of her day, he had indeed planned for this as the one above everyone in this entire dynamic arrived right on time.

Mistress Rouge.

She needed and wanted to make sure every single one of them would be induced on a regular, timely fashion. For clarity of mind and purpose, for her own enjoyment but also theirs as to behold the bat's beauty was a gift onto itself, to be of assistance to her a privilege. It was but a small price to pay to be brainwashed, to be utterly unable to disobey, to worship her very being. Her schedule, however, had been left in Silver's capable hand, which was why the moment he was done she came in, for it was all timed quite carefully in that capacity.

“My my, my most loyal butler and servant. I am pleased to see you~” Rouge said, addressing Silver first as was his own recompense for his loyal service and his devotion to her needs. Wave herself went on to get on one knee, bowing before the owner of everything she had and was, a reaction that Silver had no obligation to do due to his status. He did sometimes, though in this situation he did want to teach a lesson to Wave. It wasn't even that she wasn't pretty or undeserving, for she did work hard and had the looks to pull it off...in fact, he was rather appreciate of what she did in a way. However, he did want to see a specific scenario and Rouge somewhat picked up on that, if only because they were linked and he could, nor would he ever, keep secrets from his mistress. “It is time indeed for her to be placed under my sublime power. Would you have any suggestion on how I should do so, my most faithful and diligent slave?”

He had seen her deal with Amy, Blaze, Tangle and the others, though he hadn't yet with Wave and he saw in her smirk that she was ready to follow his suggestion for a change. He tried to hold it in, his slight blush rather hard to push away and yet he answered by keeping his composure as a butler ought to do. “May I encourage some dancing? I do believe Wave could use some pointers on that given that she does not train as hard as either Blaze or Breezie on the matter,” he said, indeed being truthful in this albeit the real reason, something Rouge most definitely understood, was that he wanted to see the bountiful bat mistress perform once more. A small grin, like a predator before a prey, then a light chuckle followed from Rouge herself.

“A capital idea, Silver. I did want to stretch a little bit, both my physical and magical muscles~” Rouge said before going in for some sways, her hips a pendulum going upon a steady rhythm as one hand caressed her abdominal flesh. What resulted of this was a shiny belly, like a gem reflecting light, going on to glimmer and captivate the bedlah-clad bird. Wave was well-taught and hadn't been hypnotized but once, many times instead, thus her reflex was to stare and do it deeply. Already did the pink, teal and gold spirals form along with a grin on Wave's beak. She drank of those curves, of those motions as Rouge went progressively more complex, one undulation followed by then a small gyration of her waist, then one spin of her chest. It was fluid, one move leading to the other and yet ever simple and repetitive enough to be grasped, to be absorbed. “You do want to be mine, yes? To give your heart, body and soul to your mistress, am I not correct?”

“Yes...” Wave responded as Silver looked at her instead of at Rouge. This was between them both, though he had the privilege to observe and admire as he felt jealous of Wave for basking in this glorious and gorgeous demonstration. He had seen Rouge go on with pocket watches, with her chest, with her eyes and many other methods, enslaving and rendering others blissful and compliant. Yet none had ever seen him being at her mercy, their intimacy something kept between themselves in many ways.

The induction went on for a while, the regular sentences being used until Rouge was done, Wave drooling and smiling with her eyes spiraling madly. She was hypnotized, refreshed in her adoration and worship as the mistress in her was satisfied. Then did she go on to turn towards Silver as she smiled in a way that bordered between mischievous and warm, snapping her fingers not only to wake up Wave...but to teleport both Silver and her to her own private quarters. “How did you like it, my first and most important servant?”

“A fine showcase of your splendor, mistress,” Silver said, ever the polite and reserved answer that was expected of a butler, the role she gave to him. They were both alone, however, and this would not fly as Rouge then went on to approach him rather swiftly. Her scent, her warmth, her sheer radiance enveloped him as she chuckled, towering over him not in height, but certainly in presence. In one quick instant she kissed him, the soft pressure of her lips on his, the light resistance of her chest against his, her flavor and scent, all bombarding him with the utmost delight. “M-mistress...”

“Oh, you are very much into your role, my butler, my trusted aide, but now I want you to revert back to who you were before, the one who couldn't help himself but fall prey to my wiles and charm~” Rouge said, placing both hands upon his cheeks as she pulled him for another kiss, a longer and more tender one that left him gasping for breath as his composure was figuratively absorbed by her own lips. He blushed hard, dazed as she then went on to hover above the ground, conjuring music by clapping her hands twice. “If you wanted a private dance, no need to make it so Wave enjoys it in your place. Let me make sure you analyze my...technique~”

Of course this meant that she knew exactly what his words and demeanor back there were truly representing. This was his inner self manifesting, his lack of courage and self-esteem camouflaged in duty and subservience, but she knew him well by now. Her hypnosis pushed away such pretense to get to the core of him as she rolled her hips once, rose her arms above her head as she shimmied her hips very fast but for an instant, activating a trigger implanted in him.

“Silent, are we? Overwhelmed by your mistress and her beauty? Good~” Rouge said as there was an obvious tell that she was enjoying this power that she had now, being a genie coming with a great many advantages for one as cunning as her. Her current “master” was wrapped all-around her fingers, but she did feel an affinity for him nevertheless as she came close and gently stroked his chin with the tip of her smoke tail, resulting in him melting into a proverbial puddle before her eyes. “You don't need to speak just now. Enjoy the show and the view for now~”

Her confidence, her charisma, all very easy to admire, perhaps as easy as it was to do the same with her body. Those curves of her were perfect, an hourglass upon which infinity could trickle down, the amount of time he feel he'd need to truly catch up on the magnificence of her skin. A flat belly which rolled akin the waves of the sea, a cute and round navel which seemed to absorb all thoughts, breasts which only amplified the round and curvaceous sublime of her shape, all with a youthful, womanly face. He had been induced and hypnotized many times by her dancing, but each and every time it felt new to him because he never tired of it, not for a single instant.

“Feel overwhelmed by your true emotions, kiss my belly as you did so often, let is suck out your restraints, your inhibitions, let it all out~” Rouge commanded and Silver landed on his knees softly, his body never actually touching the ground as his genie mistress made him float to make sure he would not harm himself in any way. As if he crawled upon the air, he went towards the stomach which undulated so tantalizingly, a summon for him to obey and indulge as she fluttered a few times. “Kiss it until it's all out~”

One kiss, a soft one full of rampant hesitation as the flavor and the smoothness washed over him. She tasted like fruits, flowers and precious minerals. A kick to it and yet addictive as her magical aroma washed over him. It went on enough to cause him to go for another one as he aimed a little higher for her navel, his tongue going on to lick it slowly. It sent shiver in him as he did feel like something in him was unlocked, his subservience highlighted alongside ecstasy as he smiled. Spirals had already been in his eyes the moment she started to perform, but they were faster now, bigger too. A third kiss did the trick as he was hungry, ravenous even as he peppered that flesh with his lips with wild abandon. And then...and then it all went out as his mouth or thoughts weren't entirely his anymore, albeit in truth they were in a more indirect fashion.

“I’m…thankful for being your slave…I don’t feel worthy of…being with you…sometimes I feel other guys could be…in this place… Sonic, Shadow, Knuckles…I know I’m not as good as them…but I try my best…I love you, my mistress and I’m thankful for…for this opportunity… ” Silver said as it all came pouring out, her own instructions keeping him from restraining himself. Those were his true sentiments, the kind which warmed him up with their sincerity as he kissed her belly a few times, unable and unwilling to stop himself not just due to hypnotic thralldom, but something else too. “I…love being your slave, mistress…everything before this was so…confusing…I was alone, afraid…I wasn’t happy with myself…forgive me for hiding these ideas from you…sometimes I still don’t feel worthy enough…”

“It’s fine, dear. There is nothing wrong with you. You have good qualities...more so than you know,” Rouge answered, truthful in her statement for one of the thing she excelled at was reading people. In her time as a G.U.N. agent, as a spy, being able to tell deceit from truth, to discern the deeper aspects of people was a necessary skill. As a genie, attuned to even greater wavelengths, it was easy to talk about Silver and his own worth. He kissed her belly, joyful and yet somewhat freed from a certain pressure as she could tell that he was somewhat liberated from chains of his own making. “Far, far more than you could ever know...Why would I grant you the opportunity to pleasure me in the past like you will soon do yet again if you weren't worthy of me, after all?”

As he went on with his worship of her midriff, something Rouge let go on for quite a while, neither of their schedule felt very important right now as they wanted to experience more of the other. Rouge had gained much of what she sought alongside things that she did not know that she needed, much like Silver did. They belonged, they had their purpose, their own dreams and they were linked together as they would spend much of the rest of the day together, loving the other as mistress and slave, but also as other things. A psychic and a thief. A man scared of the future and someone ever ready to live the present fully. A butler and a genie. In service, they had found one another, a call of fate in a certain way.

They were always meant to be together.