Ch 105: The despairing dominatrix.

The shower over, Noah headed to the living room, and stopped mid-step as he saw a guest he hadn't expected. She lazily waved at him.

"Ah, Boya. I was waiting for you. I see you've done pretty well for yourself." grinned Yoruichi as she looked around, setting her cup of tea on the table. Alice, Claire, Miyako, Lizel, Reina, Hisui and Rui were sitting around, and they had been chatting while having tea. Ophis was there, too, making short work of a plate of cookies.

"Yoruichi-san, I'm glad to see you." grinned Noah. "But I didn't expect you to find my home. Did you have a hard time?"

"Not at all." smiled Yoruichi. "I just found Alice here using Shunpo all over Kurakura Town one night, as she was searching for Hollows to kill. I got curious, so I followed her, and she led me to this place."

Alice blushed as she looked away.

"I see. Well, I do not mind, but from now on, girls, use teleportation to come in and out of here. Yoruichi-san or Urahara-san finding our home is fine. Aizen or Yhwach finding us is very much not fine."

"Yes, I understand." nodded Alice, sounding contrite. She realized how much her carelessness could have cost them. The other girls nodded as well.

"Noah, I have a favor to ask you." said Yoruichi.

"Yes?"

"There is this handful of kids who are going to enter Soul Society, to stop one of their friends from being unfairly executed. I would like for you to go as well, and keep them safe."

"I accept." nodded Noah, making Yoruichi blink.

"You accept? No conditions? No wanting to know more, or for how long?"

Noah shrugged. "Yoruichi-san, please do not forget who I work for. I already knew this was coming, and Lilith issued me a quest to help Ichigo Kurosaki and the others. I kept my schedule open for this. But I do have a favor to ask you. You're going, right?"

"Yes. They'll need a guide to avoid encountering the lieutenants and captains on their way in."

"Yeah, good luck with that. This is not going to be a smooth ride. A good thing I'm a healer as well." snorted Noah. In the original manga, Ichiko and friends ended up encountering quite a few captains or lieutenants, and some of those encounters ended in fights they barely survived.

"Anyway, once we are over there, I would like for you to help me locate one of my lovers. Since the Zanpakuto I have is related to her, I assume she's in the Shinigami academy. Her name is Asuna Yuuki, and I think she'll be standing out quite a bit, between her raw talent and the abilities I share with my girls, including Shunpo."

"When I taught you Shunpo, I didn't realize it would mean your whole household learning it. And I seem to understand that you are gathering a large harem of cuties? There might end up being more Shunpo users in this mansion than in the whole Soul Society." mused Yoruichi. Then she shrugged.

"I'll help you. When the kids are resting in safe, hidden locations in Soul Society, I'll help you find your girl."

"Thank you, Yoruichi-san." smiled Noah.

"Can you meet us at the shop this Friday at 22H?  We'll depart directly. Hopefully, it will only take us two or three days to infiltrate soul society, get Rukia Kuchiki out of her cell, and leave."

"I'll be there. I'll wear a mask, though. I do not want Aizen or one of his cronies to see my face."

"As you wish. I have to go, now. Those kids are diligent, but they need advice to train efficiently." said Yoruichi, as she stood and headed for one of the windows, opening it. "Thanks for the tea, and see you friday."

Yoruichi used Shunpo and disappeared.

"Master, can you tell us more about this person? We heard a knock at the door and opened it, expecting this Le Fay girl you told us about, but didn't saw anyone outside, and before we knew it, she was sitting in the sofa, asking for you. Things were getting awkward, so we offered her tea to busy ourselves, and we started speaking, but she didn't reveal much about herself." explained Alice.

"Well, Yoruichi is a bit eccentric. One thing to know about her is that she can transform into a black cat. So, if you see a black cat talk to you with a male-sounding voice, you're not going crazy, it's just Yoruichi. She is a Shinigami, and a very strong one. She is the undisputed queen of Shunpo."

"A Shinigami? That would explain her talk about entering soul society, but isn't she acting against them? Are there several factions of Shinigamis?"

"It's a bit complicated. Long story short, Kisuke Urahara, Yoruichi's childhood friend and captain of the Shinigami's research division, got accused of turning four lieutenants and four fellow captains into hollows. The true culprit is Aizen, but he covered his tracks and shifted the blame to Urahara, who got sentenced to something like a thousand years of being sealed in darkness, of something like that. Shinigami punishments are no slap on the wrist. Urahara fled to the human world, and Yoruichi, who at the time was the captain of the intel division, decided to follow him. And now, they're taking action because Rukia Kuchiki's execution is another of Aizen's schemes."

"Is she an important person?" asked Claire.

"Not really. It's complicated. It's related to a valuable item somehow hidden in her body." shrugged Noah.

"And let me guess. After you save her, she is going to join our family." guessed Alice.

"I don't plan to. I'm swamped enough as it is. And I do agree that my little harem isn't so little anymore, and that I need to slow down the recruiting."

"That would be great, yes." nodded Claire. "All the new girls so far are nice people and make efforts for us all to get along, but they don't really feel like family just yet."

"I'm aware of this. Unfortunately, I can't pause the recruiting just yet, when I have a backlog of girls and circumstances that might not give me much choice over the timing.

Noah's phone vibrated, and he looked at the message.

"Girls, looks like we're getting a new resident. Seekvaira Agares will move in tomorrow."

"She will?" wondered Alice. "You met a few minutes with her after dealing with Diodora, and you already seduced her?"

"Not exactly. It seems we're getting along, and I do intend to conquer her properly later, but this is mostly a political and practical engagement. I need her power, Venelana is aware that me getting stronger is a good thing for her daughter, her House, and the current Devil political rulers in general. So, she leaned on Lord Agares's shoulder, and from what Grayfia told me, Lord Agares is interested in nurturing a close relationship with me. Because I'm a rising star, or so it seems. So, he's basically giving me his daughter for his House to flourish. Seekvaira herself understands, and after Rias told her a few good things about me, she is willing to give it a shot. The meeting after the Rating Game was a compatibility test of sort."

Noah chuckled suddenly.

"Would you believe it? The thing that broke the ice was that, when she discussed interests, she mentioned her collection of mecha models, and we both turned into otakus. We had a lively chat about which Gundams are the strongest at any given range or the coolest looking."

"Eh? I didn't think you were the type." giggled Hisui.

"Don't worry, you're not going to suddenly see models of Mechas popping up everywhere. I'll satisfy myself with a handful on a shelf when I have some actual time for it. And I won't try to make one in real life as well." grinned Noah, suddenly wondering if he might actually pull it off, using his item creation ability to build parts. Not that he would try, as he would have no use for it.

"This aside, has your negotiation with Lady Phenex been successful? It seems to have lasted for a long time. Or is she still present? Do we prepare a room for her?" asked Rui.

Noah blinked, realizing that they hadn't seen her leave. He wondered if he should tell them or not, then decided to. Keeping secrets without a valid reason would be a bad habit for long term relationships.

"Well… not really. We came to an impasse, with neither being willing to budge. Then she tried to hypnotize me into becoming her toy. Big mistake, that. You can take a guess about what happened next. I've let her go home, because she surely has duties as the real head of House Phenex and such, but I'll have her come back on occasion, as part of her punishment."

"Oh. The harem grows larger still… so we don't mention anything to Ravel." nodded Alice.

"I'd prefer for her not to learn about this immediately, but she'll have to know at some point, so don't lie to her if she asks. I'll start preparing dinner. What do you girls wish to eat?"

"More cookies." suggested Ophis, pointing to her empty plate. Noah grinned as he made her more.

After dinner, he would put some food on a tray and go in the basement, where Ren was waiting, idly watching the television. He would feed her by hand, then cuddle with her for hours, with the occasional round of sex.

It would still take days or weeks for her to truly seen him as her Master, but they were making steady progress, and Ren was getting more and more comfortable being handled by him. Her liking for the stress-free life of a latex-clad pet was growing. All Noah needed to do was keep giving her pleasure, keep pampering her with both word and action, and keep a close eye on her mental state.

…

"My Goddess, what is that mark under your bellybutton?" politely asked Darius Phenex, the official Head of House Phenex. He had just seen a glimpse of it as his wife was getting out of bed.

"Nothing you need to worry about. Go work on auditing our businesses. I am not to be disturbed until I come out of the room."

"Yes, Goddess." meekly said Darius. Elisabeth had thoroughly tamed him over a century ago, and he knew his place well.

Elisabeth watched him go with a complex expression. Up until yesterday, Darius was her favorite bed toy, in addition to being her husband, and she had used him in bed almost every night.

But after that disastrous visit at Noah's mansion, she just couldn't look at him the same way anymore. Her husband was, weak. His cock, only average. He wouldn't be able to satisfy her anymore, after having tasted… Her legs were pressed together as she felt the aching need in her belly.

She sighed, regulating once again her breathing as her hand idly traced the invisible collar around her neck. The symbol of her bondage. She had barely been able to sleep, as her body remembered the intense sensations it had been subjected to, and as the event was endlessly replayed in her mind.

She walked into her bathroom, removed her nighties, and stared her herself in the mirror. Her face was flushed, and the mark above her crotch, seemingly made of black ink, were the only anomalies. She had tried to remove it using both normal means and magic, but the mark seemed unaffected. And she didn't have a clue about what it meant.

Was it some way for him to mark her body as his property? That was very possible. At least, it didn't interfere with her magic or body, as far as she could tell. She stared at it some more time, then finally shook herself. She was procrastinating, she knew, using the mark to avoid thinking about the task her 'Master' had given her.

She had not done it yesterday evening, hours after the incident, hoping that he wouldn't hold it against her, and it seemed she was right, as he didn't send her a message. However, he likely would if she didn't do it this morning, and she didn't want to see what his punishment would be. She decided that since it was unavoidable, she might as well get this over with, and took the black dildo from her dimensional pocket.

She used the sucker to fix it on the bathroom's floor tiles, and for a moment, she stared at the veiny black member. Even though it was slightly smaller than the original, it was still slightly intimidating. But the ache in her belly grew.

With a slightly trembling hand, she set up her phone to record herself.

"T-This is… Master, thank you for, allowing me, to, prove my submission to you." she said resentfully, and carefully sat on the ground. She touched herself slightly, and was unsurprised to find herself wet. Lifting herself slightly, she got herself in position, the tip of the dildo touching her lower lips, and lowered herself on the black phallus.

Elisabeth tensed as the dildo went deeper and deeper inside her, pushing to the front of her mind her memories of being overpowered and conquered by him. The memories of being made into a plaything, and asking for more. When she reached the base and couldn't go lower, she gasped, her body heating up further. Slowly, she lifted herself, almost to the point where the tip would escape her body, before slowly going down again. And again.

It was only after the she had gone up and down on the dildo a few times that she remembered she hadn't started to count.

"Hum, One."

"Two."

"Three."

Elisabeth fought the mounting pleasure as she tried to focus on keeping an accurate count.

"Thirty-two."

"T-Thirty-three."

Memories of the previous day flooded her mind, as she remembered being pushed down, restrained, and simply taken…

"F-Forty-two."

"Forty-three."

…his hands on her head, forcing her back and forth as his cock filled her mouth and went down her throat…

"Sixty-five."

"Huh, sisty-six."

…spanking her hard, and forcing her to say words of submission...

"Eighty-four."

"E-Eighty-five."

…when he connected a leash to back of the collar, pulling on it and forcing her to arc her back while his cock plundered her mercilessly…

"Huh, One Hundred!"

Elisabeth panted as she stopped moving, the dildo buried inside her to its base. Seeing her smartphone, she remembered what she was supposed to say next.

"T-thank you, Master, for training me." she uttered.

Elisabeth stopped the recording, sent it to 'M', and started furiously masturbating, not bothering to lift herself off the dildo. She was so aroused that is would only take a minute, as she could already feel the orgasm starting to build. As she stimulated her love button with one hand and groped her breasts with the other, it built and built, then plateaued.

She started to grow uneasy. She should have orgasmed already. Why didn't she cum? She needed to cum!

It took her another minute before she understood, and despaired.

Summoning all her willpower, she stopped touching herself and got the dildo out. She gripped the edges of her bathtub, thinking that it would help her resist the temptation of touching herself any further, and moaned, waiting as her arousal slowly decreased to a low simmer.

Elisabeth looked at the mark over her womb with hatred. But also, with some measure of admiration for how well trapped she was. As an experienced dominatrix herself, she understood well enough how being forced to edge herself twice every day, while being unable to orgasm, would inevitably drag her into complete submission to him, whether she liked it or not. At soon enough, she would be willing to do almost anything for him to allow her relief.

Elisabeth stood and cleaned herself, and put her clothes back on. She had a House to rule and couldn't laze around all day. All the while denying that little voice at the back of her mind whispering that she wanted him to summon her.