Whatever had made Gwenda think this was a good idea, she couldn’t tell. Even if the stranger had played her game and she’d somehow managed to humiliate her mistress by sharing the most intimate details about her, there was no way it would actually have led to anything other than Iranna getting even more pissed at Gwenda than she already was. Maybe it was for the best that her little scheme had come to an end before it had even started.<br/><br/>When the man blatantly suggested penetration, the succubus raised an eyebrow and immediately disengaged by leaning back. She wanted to come up with a witty remark about how sexuality worked and how it didn’t, but instead the demon just stood up with an ‘excuse me…’ and left. Sure, she’d have no problem with a strange man doing it with her mistress, but despite Gwenda’s best efforts, the mistress had never shown even so much as a flash of her underwear in the tavern, let alone bare skin, and there was simply no way she’d willingly do it with anyone, no matter how drunk Gwenda could get her. Tonight, it’d be even harder, considering the mistress had sworn to keep an eye on the minion.<br/><br/>“What was that about?” Iranna asked when the succubus made it back.<br/><br/>“I wanted to trick him into buying you drinks,” Gwenda replied.<br/><br/>“Clearly it didn’t work,” the warlock sighed, “You don’t need to trick people to buy me drinks, Gwenda.”<br/><br/>“I know,” the demon said, “I thought it would cheer you up.”<br/><br/>“Oh, honey, you can’t trick your way out of this one,” the mistress said and turned around on her chair to face the bar, “I’m surprised you still haven’t found a hole to stick it into. I believe one of the waitresses has been staring at you the whole time.”<br/><br/>The succubus flinched. Someone had laid a gloved hand on her inner thigh, and it took her a moment to figure out it was in fact her own mistress. Iranna had never done it before. There it was, though, gently caressing the sensitive skin, and soon Gwenda understood the reason as she slowly began to get hard. Her only hope of surviving the night had been to not get hard in the first place and to not have any sex whatsoever, but now that the mistress had escalated things so quickly, there was no way the sex demon could abstain herself for long.<br/><br/>“That’s it,” Iranna said and stared at the horse cock grow into an eight-inch erection, “Now go, and don’t even think about asking for permission to come unless you are absolutely certain you deserve it.”<br/><br/>The demon whimpered and took a hesitant step forward. How long would she be able to prolong an orgasm? Gwenda had never really given it a try. It had been days since she had last had one, not having much privacy on the ship to even jerk it off. Looking at the crowd, she wanted to disobey her mistress so badly, to jump in and come so many times that a few months’ celibacy would only be a minor setback. However, she only considered it for a brief moment before the reality hit her. This was about more than just obedience. She’d have to prove herself to her mistress to have any hope of regaining her trust.<br/><br/>With a deep breath, Gwenda shrugged off the worries and focused on the task at hand. The very first thing she had to do was to find a partner, so she climbed on top of a table in the middle of the bar, took a pose to show off her assets, and looked around.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>