My life changed the day She walked in

This story takes place two years in the future in August 2018.  The Dark Queen’s fame had skyrocketed following the publishing of her second novel, which had received glowing reviews in the mainstream media.  Her worship wall and her patreon were overflowing. Her power was growing…
High Heels Worship

My life changed the day She walked into the Manhattan bank where I was a loan officer.  Heads turned as the dark haired beauty strutted into the bank, flanked by two muscular giants who must have been Her knights.  She was wearing Her trademark short black dress, revealing her supple dancer’s legs, and 4 inch black stillettos drawing attention to Her sexy feet.

I recognized Her immediately of course, as I had been one of Her worshipping minions for more than two years.  But before I could get to Her, my beautiful colleague Mabel intercepted Her and directed Her to Mabel’s office.  I couldn’t let this once in a lifetime opportunity to meet Her pass, but  I had to balance discretion against obsession.  One more look at Her from behind strutting sensuously into Mabel’s office, and it was no contest: obsession ruled the day.

I bolted over to Mabel’s office and opened the door.

“I’ll take this one Mabel.  I had promised to serve Madmoiselle Risque when she contacted me earlier.” I half-lied, referring only to my contact with Her through Her worship wall, never having dreamed of actually meeting Her in the flesh.  I was gambling that my Queen would recognize one of Her lowly minions and prefer to have a business dealing with someone over which She could exercise the fullness of Her power.

Luckily, She did.  She got up and left Mabel’s office with a dismissive wave.  Her giant Knights followed Her without a word.  Once inside my office, we sat at a table where I had a good view of Her legs.  Her Knights remained standing behind Her.

I was terrified to address Her.  She was famous now, and clearly knew when She had power over someone, and how to show it.  She crossed Her legs, and Her dress ran up a bit, revealing more of Her supple, silky thighs.  I began to melt even more.  I took a file folder out of my desk and handed it to her.  It contained copies of the half-dozen photos of Her that I had collected as Her lowly minion subscriber over the past two years.  The photos were a bit worn, as I had been worshipping them daily as instructed by my Queen.

My eyes followed Her legs down to Her perfect feet.  She flexed Her arches and began to dangle one of Her stillettos from her Royal toes.  I dropped to my knees with my hands behind my back like a good lowly minion.

“How can I serve you my Queen?”

I trembled as I waited breathlessly for Her response.

“Before we discuss business, I need to know who I am dealing with.  Tell me about yourself and what you can do to please me.”

It took me a moment to compose myself as my heart raced and my mouth dried.  “I am Your lowly servant, Minion Arthur.  I wish I could be one of Your Knights, but clearly I am not worthy.  I live to serve Your every command and wish to submit unconditionally to Your will. My greatest fantasy is to be rewarded for my service by being allowed to kneel before You and worship Your perfect feet, my gorgeous Queen.”  I managed to look away from her toes and gaze upward in awe at Her.  I saw an evil smile begin to cross Her beautiful face.

“Are you sure that you know what it means to surrender to me unconditionally?” she purred.

“Yes, I do, my Queen.  I promise not to disappoint You.” I replied, knowing that I could be biting off more than I could chew, but unwilling to give up the once in a lifetime chance to please the woman I had obsessed about worshipping for two years.

“Then do exactly as I say with no hesitation, or I will walk out of here and you will never see me again.  I will fucking block you from YouTube and my patreon.”  She slammed Her high-heeled foot on the floor and I quivered in fear at what She might do next.  She returned Her other high heel shoe to Her foot.  “I will give you a taste of the Kingdom of Pleasure and Pain. Get your colleague Mabel in here now.  Do it”.

I wasn’t expecting that.  Risque couldn’t have known that I had had a crush on Mabel for seven years, with my unrequited love rejected two years ago, causing me to seek comfort from my pain on the Internet, ultimately finding the Scarlet Queen.  She couldn’t know that, could She?  Mabel was also a beauty of Chinese descent, who had a striking resemblance to Risque.  My Queen was very sharp and must have noticed that, but was She so brilliant that She could read me in an instant?  I was about to find out.  I was all in with my desire to worship my Dark Queen, and wasn’t about to question her first order. I picked up the phone and called Mabel.  I asked her to come into my office to help with the client.  The evil smile crossed my Queen’s face again, and She crossed Her sexy legs, as if to draw me deeper into Her web.  She was absolutely and totally in control, knew it, and was enjoying it.  It turned me on even more knowing that She was toying with me, even though I knew that it would end with Her crushing me.  I just didn’t know how She would do it.  But it would all be worth it if I could get just one kiss of Her perfect feet.

Within a few moments, there was a knock on the door and Mabel walked in. Risque stood to address Mabel, who had a quizzical look on her face, obviously still wondering what had taken place in her office a few minutes ago.

“I am Scarlet Risque.  I prefer to deal with strong, beautiful, intelligent women, rather than weak, grovelling men.  Please sit with me.”  The two of them sat and crossed their legs.  I was in heaven at the sight of two goddesses, but terrified at where this could be going.  “Assume the position, minion” Risque commanded.

I got down on my knees in front of my Queen, with my hands behind my back.  I saw the look of utter shock on Mabel’s face out of the corner of my eye.  Her eyes got even wider as I said “How may I serve you my Dark Queen?”

“Describe in detail how you fantasize about serving me”, Risque purred.

“My Queen, I dream day and night about removing Your shoes and worshipping Your perfect feet like a dirty little minion pet.  I want to gently massage them, loving caress Your tender arches, run my fingers along the tops of Your feet, lick Your soles, and suck on every one of Your toes.  You are a goddess who deserves to be worshipped!”

Risque turned to Mabel and they conversed for a while in Mandarin.  I couldn’t understand what they were saying, but I was aroused at the possibility that Risque would allow me to perform my fantasy to show off Her power in front of Mabel.  Unfortunately, I underestimated how much pain that Risque could inflict, as I was about to find out.

“Remove your clothes minion,” Risque ordered.  I was embarrassed because I was in a state of arousal that I couldn’t hide, but I followed Her orders without question and got back on my knees when I was totally naked.  She laughed Her evil laugh.  “Why do you think I would let a lowly minion like you touch me, when I have real Knights at my beck and call?”  She snapped her fingers.  Her Knights immediately emerged from the background, removed their clothes, and got down on their knees in front of Risque on either side of me.  I felt completely inadequate, as all of their parts were exponentially more impressive than mine.

Risque kicked off Her heels, and my heart skipped a beat as I thought for a moment that I would have the opportunity to fulfill my fantasies, albeit not the way I had dreamed about.  But it was not to be.  She lifted Her feet, and each Knight took one and began to worship them, exactly as I had described my fantasy.  She was tormenting me!  It became immediately clear that She was an expert at knowing how to inflict pain.  I was inches away from paradise, but She wouldn’t let me reach out and touch it.  And not only was She denying my fantasy, She was exposing my inner demons to my beautiful colleague.

“You may clean my high heels with your tongue, minion” She commanded.  Without hesitation, I began to do so.  It was humiliating, but it was exhilerating to be able to worship my dream Queen.

“You pathetic minion.  Why do you think I would be willing to do business with a lowly helpless minion like you.  You must learn your place in this world.  It is a woman’s world, where you can only dream of worshipping a Queen like me.  Mabel, let’s go to your office.  I will do business with you and only you.  If you prove yourself worthy, I will lend you one of my Knight’s to do with as you please.”

With that, She put Her shoes back on, got up and walked out of my office without so much as a glance back down at me.  Mabel and the Knights followed.  Mabel tried to hide it, but I thought I saw a flicker of lust cross her face, amidst the evident disdain and disgust as she looked down at me in my naked and shamed state.

I curled up on the floor and began to cry quietly.  I had learned a lesson from the master about the true meaning of pleasure and pain. I had feelings of shame at what She had done to me, pain of being so close but so far from my one true fantasy, and jealousy at how Mabel and Risque might use the Knights for their pleasure.  But amidst all this, I looked down and saw that I was still hard, and my mind began wondering if some how, some way, this was not the end of the story…


Minion Arthur

War on Vanilla

The people of Vanilla are truly abominable perverts. Everyone knows that.

Every child in the Scarlet Kingdom has at some time been terrified of threats that they would be sent away to Vanilla if they didn’t finish their homework. Every teenager has enjoyed furtive jokes about the Vanillians’ sickening tastes while their teacher’s back was turned. Every Goddess-fearing minion is horrified at their lack of respect for proper religious practices.

Strangely, the people of Vanilla appear to have similar opinions about us and the situation along the frontier is far from friendly .

Although the Scarlet Kingdom usually maintains a tense peace with Vanilla, there are occasional wars and so the border city of Rufus is defended by immense walls and a strong garrison to keep the heathen Vanillians at bay. Although we don’t often see eye-to-eye with the Knights, one thing that always unites the two sides is our shared contempt for the outrageous barbarians who live beyond the border.

And so it was that when he Knights had reported a Vanillian raiding party moving down the main highway towards Vermillion having bypassed Rufus, the town council had gladly agreed to a temporary alliance in order to punish the filthy devils and drive them back to their depraved and uncultured home. Defending the honour of the Scarlet Kingdom from these heathens was far more important than squabbles about the nature of the Queen.

As a show of unity, the combined force of knights and minions marched under the former flag of the kingdom which had prevailed before the ascent of Queen Risqué to absolute power. I was proud to take my place in that force to defend my homeland and my Queen. I was just a new recruit in those days, but I was determined to do my duty for Her Majesty.

Along with my minion comrades we set up a defensive line while the knights continued into the forest. When the vile Vanillians arrived along the Rufus highway and started to assault our position, all we needed was hold our ground until the knights arrived on the scene to spring the trap. When they came thundering out of the forest and charged the Vanillians, the rancid invaders scattered in panic. They hadn’t expected the minions and knights to cooperate but now found themselves caught between our pikes and the knights’ lances, with no chance of victory. The forces of Vanilla were crushed.

After the short battle, we split into small groups to hunt down the survivors of the Vanillian raiding party. I found myself in a party along with three of my minion comrades and two knights. Although I was suspicious of our allies at first, we had a shared purpose and worked well as a unit together, searching methodically for any signs of Vanilla filth. Then, as we entered a small clearing, there he was right in front of us, stumbling about lost.

We pounced. Pinning the Vanillian to the ground along with two of my comrades, I was overwhelmed by hatred and rage.

“Thought you can come into our glorious Queen Risqué’s territory and get away with it, did you? Thought you were going to steal our precious idols and take them back to your disgusting cesspit of a country? Filthy bastards, well we’re going to teach you a thing or two now. Just consider yourself lucky that Her Majesty isn’t here right now, or things would be a lot more painful for you.” Seeing the fear in his face, a wicked grin flashed across mine: “of course, we’ll try our best to deal with you in a way that She would approve…”

“Stop that at once!” shouted one of the knights, urgently. I paused and looked up at his earnest face – “You should know better. He’s our prisoner now. Only the priestesses may judge the accused and sentence the guilty.”

Of course, I knew he was right. Although there was nothing I would have loved more than to see the rancid barbarian’s head rolling on the ground, we had to do things properly and only the priestesses had the authority to decide his fate.

“You’re right,” I said quietly, breathing deeply and trying to calm myself “… let’s take him back to Vermillion.”

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Priestess Amalasuntha looked bemused as we dragged the chained captive before her. A dignified but lively woman in her 50s with her brown hair tied back, Amalasuntha was the senior Priestess of Vermillion and was wearing the scarlet robes that symbolised her authority.

“How unusual, boys! A real, live specimen from Vanilla. This will be interesting… I suppose you’d better summon Zenobia and Matilda.”

As well as leading the townspeople in the worship of the Goddess Risque, the three priestesses are also responsible for justice in the towns of the Scarlet Kingdom. This time it was Zenobia’s turn to prosecute the accused and call for the harshest possible punishment, while Matilda would be making the case for mercy.

A couple of days later, we convened in the Chamber of Justice at the side of the Scarlet Temple. The prisoner hadn’t been able or willing to say much in his defence; we didn’t have much sympathy and although we could understand the Vanilla language, their customs and values were so different from ours that it was hard to see things from his point of view.

I don’t remember the fine details of the case. I was too busy admiring Zenobia in her splendid black robes, and anyway we all knew that the man was guilty. Matilda, wearing the white robes for the day, had a tough task arguing for leniency, but she was arguing that as a prisoner of war he wasn’t individually responsible for the outrages but just a pawn in the schemes of his rulers.

“Well the facts of the case are quite clear” pronounced Amalasuntha after hearing her junior colleagues’ cases. The Vanillian creature was caught in the territory of Queen Risque, clearly with hostile intentions. However, it would be a waste of the opportunity if we were simply to execute him now. So instead, we shall try some experiments.”

A hush fell over the gathered townspeople as they waited to hear what kind of experiment the scarlet-clad priestess had in mind.

“Let him experience the Ecstasy; he shall feel the pain and know the pleasure. Let us observe the effect on the Vanilla creature’s mind and then review the case.”

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No two people experience the Ecstasy in exactly the same way, and it’s a little different every time. But from my own experience I can tell you, it is an intense and highly addictive experience for a minion. At least once every week I go to the Scarlet Temple in Vermillion to kneel before the magnificent statue of the Goddess Risque and receive visions and messages from Her.

What would it do to the mind of a Vanillian? To experience the Ecstasy once and then be sent back to the desolate plains of Vanilla away from Queen Risque’s wise and benevolent rule and with no chance to feel the pain-pleasure again – that would be true torment. I’d almost feel sorry for the wretch if that was what Amalasuntha had planned for him.

We led the prisoner down into the temple vault. We were going to leave him alone with the idols; they would work their magic, one way or another. As we closed and barred the door behind him, a sadistic smirk was on priestess Zenobia’s lips and a glint of excitement was in her eyes. I always thought Zenobia was great. But even so, I couldn’t stop wondering what was going to happen to the man from Vanilla…

Minion Alex

A Visit to Dark Queen Risque

Everybody around knew about the existence in the Palace of the room where Queen Risqué did not allow anyone to enter unless he/she offered Her a gift. i had seen Her from far distance only but Her face, Her eyes, Her look had put me already in the place i felt natural to accept: Her minion, a low form of live only desiring to serve and obey its Queen.

i managed, after months of saving (drinking water, quitting smoking and drinking, always cooking simple meals, never ordering food, always walking or in public transport, never the subway, it was more expensive, nor a taxi or a cab), to buy for Her some jewelry, a rose made of gold and some little diamonds sparkling within the petals. Then, with my gift, i headed to the Palace.

i was told very seriously if i really wanted to enter the room, that i was going to be free inside. But that no one ever came out. i shivered, said yes, and the doors opened. i entered the room, eyes to the floor. i could see a glimpse of Her, on a couch, being worshiped by other slaves that cared for Her every second. i could not avoid to stare at Her shoes, heeled, opened in the front just enough to let two toes outside. i felt a desire of kissing those toes, immediately followed by the thought i was only a minion, hence i would never probably get that. So i focused on the soles of the shoes and could not stop the impelling desire of keeping them clean for Her with my tongue and thank Her for that honour.
-What is it that you want? i heard Her say.
My knees broke down, i fall on my knees and my a trembling voice i said:
-i would really honoured if You were so generous to accept my humble gift for Your Highness.
i approached on my knees, eyes to the floor, until i was next to Her.
-Leave it on the table and wait face to the floor, legs and arms spread. And press hard Your face to the wall until Your nose hurts.
It was not me, i was a machine, a minion that does not think, only follow instructions. i found myself in the position and began pressing my face to the wall.
i could hear, from where i was, pieces of conversation. She put someone to open my gift. She was pleased. She commented with the others (minions? knights? worshipers? lovers?) how much was She pleased with the gift. then i heard steps approaching. Hell, may that be She, i remember thinking.
indeed it was. She came closer. She whispered so i could feel the air from Her mouth in my neck.
-i let you worship me and this is how you thank me, disobeying me?
i was astonished. What had i done wrong? Then i realized my nose was not pressing anymore to the wall. And then, i don’t know how, i began hitting the wall with my nose, enough to make me bleed a little.
-Now you learn, Her Highness said. i stopped the hitting and changed to pressing my nose to the wall, hard, i really wanted the wall to destroy my nose for being such a bad minion.
She laughed. She and other people i don’t know who they were.
-If i was to give You the honour of being one of my slaves, what tasks would you choose?
The answer came quickly as a lighting from my mouth:
-your shoe cleaning slave, Your highness.
Silence. Could feel Her breath on my neck again.
-Unfortunately for you that position has been taken already. Actually, i don’t see why i should need another minion.
My heart was shaking. Oh my Queen…. i felt like crying… i was going to be send away from Her.
-Your Highness, please, i know i don’t deserve it but… i promise You won’t notice me, i will be invisible… let me stay here, Your Highness, please, please, please… i was crying and pressing harder my face to the wall. i felt no pain as my only desire was to be used by that Superior form of being that was Her Highness the Queen Risqué. Let me be an object useful to You, my Queen, i beg You.
Her laughs after i said that i think could be heard from the village.
-Ok, ok, if that’s what You want… You are free to go, remember…. Her voice on my neck.
-i am no longer free, i live for serving You, obeying You, Your Highness.
-Good. Her voice had change. Sounded so strict right now. You will a table for my flowers, You will stay all time on hands and knees. I will put a tray on Your back and flowers on the tray. Be careful not to drop then. Now get on Your new position.
And there i was, trying no to move, on my hands and knees , only a base for Her flowers. Feeling the pain in my bones. Everytime felt like falling i had to say: Please Your Highness give me some punishment to teach me to be a better base for your flowers. And She always was so generous to listen to my demand and put someone (ma? woman?), never Her, to remove the tray with flowers and spank me hard, really hard, while i counted every time allowed and thanked Her for i was bad and indeed needed a punishment. i was released from time to time from my obligations to get some rest, somewhere in a dark room, then brought back to my position. i could always hear sometimes even see how She spend time with other slaves, minions or knights. From time to time, She would come where i was, pet my head and let me kiss Her shoes or even Her feet if She removed the shoes. And everytime i cried tears full of gratitude.

minion shoecleaner

There once was a Queen named Risque

“Men are women’s playthings, women are the devil’s.” ~ Victor Hugo.

There once was a Queen named Risque
that blended Chinese with Francais.
whenever she’d call,
she’d summon her Ball,
and yet another bouquet for her cache.
and a mallet for playing croquet.


Driven from its house
the line yet remains
Scholars till the end.

Minion Pervswerve

My Forbidden Desire

Every time I repeat myself that I have to give up your “drug”, that I have to stop looking at you the way I always do.
But then you come back: and you come back  in all your splendor, all your charm, all your beauty, and I cannot help but feel won.
I am bound to be won by you: your sensuality captivate me.
Your face is a perfect oval, your cat’s eyes look mysterious and seductive.
And your legs!
Your legs that make me want  to meet you, to feel all of the delicate skin of your thighs, of your calves…
Your complexion of pure porcelain: you,  magnificent statue of jade, the symbol of eternal femininity and of its magic, hell and paradise at the same time!
Who knows if I will, one day, be stronger than your temptation? …

Hot kisses, as hot as you’ve never had …

Your slave,
Knight Julian