No place on Azeroth could quite match the scent of sex and alcohol that emanated through the front door of the Bobbing Head Tavern. It had been three years since<a class="internalLink" href="https://forums.darknestfantasy.com/index.php?threads/the-bobbing-head-tavern-of-booty-bay-ooc.18263/#post-365931">Gwenda</a>had last been to Booty Bay, but even with a blindfold on, she knew exactly where she was the moment she smelled it.<br/><br/>“I know where we are. You can take it off now,” the succubus eagerly suggested in her melodic voice, but kept following her mistress obediently with a soft clatter of hooves on the damp wood of the walkway. Gwenda’s wings were wide open in a proud display of the open back of her new,<a class="externalLink" href="http://i.imgur.com/VfwxWrL.png" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">black evening dress</a>that had cost her mistress a pretty coin. Its short hem reached down Gwenda’s bare thighs just far enough to conceal her equine demon cock, as long as it stayed soft and between her legs. The front was a little loose for her unusually flat bust.<br/><br/>“Of course you know where we are,” Iranna replied so quietly that any passers-by could only hear the demon’s part of the dialogue, “That’s not the point. Did you really think I wanted to surprise you?”<br/><br/>The demon’s small fists quietly closed but she knew she’d only get into trouble for openly showing her anger. Deep down, she wanted to believe that sometimes the mistress did things just to make her happy, or at the very least, didn’t seek to make her unhappy. The dress was not a gift for Gwenda, but merely decoration on the warlock’s elegant trophy slut. The purpose of the blindfold was not to obstruct Gwenda’s vision, but to show off the blood elf’s dominance over her pet succubus. That much the mistress had made perfectly clear.<br/><br/>“Why are we here, then?” Gwenda asked. It took the chubby elf a couple more slow steps before she realized her demon had stopped behind her. “It’s not like you need anything from this whorehouse,” the succubus went on without realizing she was about to strike a nerve, “The only times I’ve seen you have anything to do with sex is at night when you think I’m already asleep, and you can’t even—”<br/><br/>The demon went silent. Very carefully, she swallowed, with the blade of a dagger on her throat.<br/><br/>“I can’t even what?” Iranna hissed into Gwenda’s ear, demanding an answer, but the demon’s lips pursed tightly together. “Say it,” the elf whispered so loud that a nearby goblin bruiser raised an eyebrow. The succubus mewled.<br/><br/>“...you can’t even come... mistress,” Gwenda finally let it out in a high-pitched whimper, and shut her wings, bracing herself for punishment. The mistress had never drawn blood, but the touch of a sharp blade on the demon’s skin was frightening nevertheless. Perhaps the worst was if there was no immediate punishment, because then the thought of it would haunt her all day long. Then again, she was never really prepared for the things the mistress could come up with on the spot.  The worst, Gwenda realized, was in fact the sound of her new dress being torn to shreds. The dagger slid down and made a long cut on its front.<br/><br/>“No!” the succubus gasped and felt tears forming in her eyes under the blindfold, “I’m sorry, mistress!”<br/><br/>“Sometimes I’m amazed how you still haven’t learned a fucking thing about loyalty,” Iranna spoke and made another cut into the expensive fabric, “If I could trust you even just a little bit every now and then, maybe I could do something nice for you in return, like dress you up in a fancy dress and let you have a whole night off in the tavern with any girl twisted enough to fall for whatever she sees in this… in this body of yours.”<br/><br/>With one last cut, what remained of the dress was pulled down in one swoop and the red-headed futanari succubus stood naked in the street corner by the tavern, wings shut tight to cloak her back, tail to cover her crotch, and thighs pressed together in an attempt to conceal the unimpressive five inches of her flaccid horse cock that was still clearly visible from the front. The elf held the demon by her delicate throat and for a moment considered what to do with her. It wouldn’t be enough just to deny Gwenda the pleasure that until a moment ago she hadn’t even suspected to be given, and any form of physical punishment had become too much of a routine by now.<br/><br/>“Please, mistress, I need this,” Gwenda sobbed, “I’ll do anything you ask if you just let me in the tavern tonight.”<br/><br/>“Oh, we’re still going to the tavern,” Iranna said and laughed, now with a plan, “You’ll still fuck anyone you want... and I’m going to watch.”<br/><br/>“...what?” Gwenda said, with a delay.<br/><br/>“I’m not done,” Iranna continued and lifted the blindfold onto the demon’s forehead so they could meet eye to eye, “I’m going to watch you fuck, so I can see if you come.”<br/><br/>The succubus’ eyes widened in shock. Not in a million years she had suspected her mistress to suggest such a thing. Their eyes remained locked in silence, until Iranna wiped off a tear from Gwenda’s cheek.<br/><br/>“You’re not going to come, are you?” Iranna finally asked. More tears formed into the demon’s eyes.<br/><br/>“N-no, mistress,” Gwenda replied and tried really hard not to cry.<br/><br/>“If I see a single drop of semen out of that junk of yours, if you dare come without permission, there will be no more sex for you during our stay in the Bay, and I think I rather like it here this time of the year. Could be months until we get going again. Maybe I’ll buy a house.”<br/><br/>The succubus swallowed her tears and slowly began to accept her punishment. Iranna took off her blindfold entirely and untied her arms from behind her back, and so the naked seductress was more or less ready for the party. It was the first time Gwenda had entered the Bobbing Head with no clothes on (not counting that time with only a pair of gloves and stockings), and it was difficult for her to maintain a sense of dignity.<br/><br/>“Miss Emberseer, how ya doin’?” the bouncer greeted the warlock as she entered, the ashamed demon sulking behind her. Iranna nodded at the troll and gave him a little smile from under the overly long bangs of her snow-white hair. Gwenda took a deep breath and finally raised her gaze from the floorboards to meet with the eyes of the patrons.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>