forum @Whisper, This is It

Started October 29, 2020 by @ElderGodSwimwithGamers group

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Mir blushed also at the giggles, but had perked up when Corbin said “reward”. “A reward, Master?” He looked excited, but didn’t realize what the other had planned for him…

Neither did the stalkers, making it all the better!
"Indeed," Corbin said, smirking softly. He hugged Mir close in one arm, continuing down the hall.
"It'll just be me and you~"

Dragomir looked excited, but clearly didn’t know the torture he was about to be put though. “Do we have any meetings today, Master? And are we getting my clothes after it or before it?”

"I do, yes," Corbin said, smiling some at the thought of what he was going to do. "And it's after we get you clothes. The faster was go, the more time we have alone, so let's hurry, yeah?" Corbin kissed Mir's head, moving to open the door he had stopped in front of.

Dragomir smiled and nodded innocently. Corbin probably didn’t realize the monster he was gonna create with his “reward”. He looked away from Corbin when they stopped in front of the door, wondering if this tailor would be nicer and what the reward would be.

(probably last reply for the night <3)

The king really, really didn't. He just thought he and Mir were going to have some… Extended fun together. Corbin opened the door, revealing a woman this time. She had dark skin, and a sweet expression.
"Your highness! I'm humbled by your visit," she said, bowing low. Corbin smiled some, stepping in and closing the door behind them.

(Ok! See you in the morning!)

Mir cowered a bit, nervous after the last visit, but the lady seemed kind, so he didn’t entirely try to hide, and just watched the proceedings warily trying to keep his mind on the good moments of the present and remember his impending treat.

Corbin held Mir close, one hand going up to rub his back gently. He wanted to make sure Mir was safe, after all. The king offered a small smile to the new tailor, stepping further into the room.
"How can I help you today, sire?"
"Well, we need new clothing for my concubine. The ones he has now also need to be refitted." Corbin smiled some, still holding Mir close to himself.
"Right away, your highness! Is there anything, in particular, you'd like for the new outfits?"

(Morning!)

Dragomir relaxed as the exchange of words was done in front of him. He didn’t think this woman was malicious at all. He smiled at her shyly, before looking up at Corbin when she asked what Corbin wanted. Corbin had been given permission to control the halfling’s life, and that meant he could choose to dress the half-fae up like a doll in whatever he wanted to see Mir in.

(Morn'!)

Corbin thought a moment, leaning for a moment to speak quietly with the woman. It seemed Corbin was going to keep it a secret for now, what Mir would be wearing. The woman thought a moment, nodding.
"Right away, my king!" The woman smiled, turning to go into the deeper parts of the room to retrieve what Corbin had asked for.
The king hummed some, looking down at Mir with an innocent smile.

Dragomir looked up at the king curiously. What was it that Corbin had decided to keep secret from him? He leaned up to kiss the other’s cheek regardless though, just grateful that Corbin was clothing him. He fidgeted restlessly as they waited for the woman though, wondering if Corbin was going to undress and redress him for the fittings.

The woman took some time to gather and alter the clothing Corbin had asked for. The king made his way over to the changing stool, setting Mir down and making sure he kept his balance. Corbin kissed Mir lightly, the halfing still shorter than the king even standing on the stool. Corbin kissed over Mir's head as they waited, arms loosely around the man's waist.

The woman came back eventually, holding a pile of clothes in her arms. The fabrics looked soft and delicate, just like Mir.
"You're highness," the woman tailor said as she offered the pile to Corbin. Corbin took the clothes, turning to Mir with a smile.
"Let's get you changed," The king said with a hum. He reached out, beginning to take Mir's shirt off.

The halfling snuggled into the loose cuddle as he stood on the stool, enjoying the kisses as they waited.

When the lady came back and Corbin told him it was time to get changed, Mir blushed as the king undressed him like a doll, ducking his head shyly, but allowing and even helping Corbin to get his shirt off, now firmly happy with being treated like this. He looked at the fabric articles with interest, unable to see what they were, but eyes big how pretty the fabric was.

Corbin set the pile of clothes down as the woman let to give them some privacy, picking up one of the shirts. It was almost completely see-through, just the barely hint of red to it. Corbin slipped it over Mir's chest, adjusting it. It was loose and had many folds drapping down, and surprisingly warm too.
"Lovely," Corbin cooed, running his fingers through Mir's hair.

Mir blushed furiously at how revealing the shirt was, and fiddled with the folds of the shirt, trying to hide behind his bangs but relaxed when Corbin played with his hair and praised him. “Thank you, Master…” he whispered, looking quietly happy and staring up with devotion. Then he looked to see what else they’d be dressing him up in.

Corbin kissed Mir's nose lightly, moving to grab a pair of pants. They looked normal enough, black and long enough to reach halfway down Mir's thighs. The shirt Mir was wearing now reached almost the same length. Corbin started to take Mir's pants off that he was currently wearing, the shirt not really hiding anything.

Mir squeaked when his pants were pulled off but dutifully lifted his feet for Corbin to get them off and put in the new pants. As he glanced in a nearby mirror the thought crossed his mind the only purpose for the skirt was for warmth and to tease and show off his pretty torso to the rest of the palace. He wondered if all the shirts would be like this… The pants seemed ordinary enough to him though.

Corbin pulled the new pants up, securing them around Mir's waist. He smiled some, ready to test one of the modifications. The king moved his hand to Mir's butt as the man looked at himself in the mirror, pushing aside a fold in the pants to reveal an opening to, well, Mir's opening. Corbin smirked some, fingers resting there for a moment, kissing Mir to distract him.

Dragomir squeaked, turning lava red before suddenly getting kissed, which threw him into confusion. What? Was there a hole in his pants? Was it supposed to be there? Could people SEE IT!? He whimpered softly into the kiss, his entrance starting to get mildly wet.

Corbin pulled away from the kiss after a bit, laughing softly as he rested his forehead on Mir's.
"I need some way to get in quickly," He hummed, fingers still resting on Mir.
"Just a little flap that only we know about, that I'm the only one who gets to decide if it's opened or closed."

Mir’s eyes were blown wide and he was panting trying hard not to buck back against Corbin’s fingers. He was incredibly aroused right now and that was bad… He still needed to get through the fitting and the meeting…. He bit his lower lip as he looked up at the king, looking distinctly ruffled and fretful now.

Corbin finally pulled his fingers away, closing the hole with the flap of fabric.
"Later, I promise," Corbin said, gently kissing Mir again. "After the meeting, we have all the time we could want. Perhaps even before if we're fast enough here."