Author's Note

Trying something out. This story isn't finished, and I am posting it because I would like to see where people would like to see it go. I'll make an Author's note on the last written chapter asking for suggestions.

In the meantime, I am also going to be experimenting with having first person updates occur at the same time as the second person updates, rather than as a lump in the end. Once the full story is posted, I'll probably reorder the chapters so that archive readers won't have to skip over every other chapter. Let me know what you think, and if you have any possible improvements on the system.

Chapter 1

You are Anon, one of the waking few. This evening, a pair of hypnotized minions firmly guide you to the throne room. What you have come to think of as "the dazzled" bring you before the room's only occupant. You were expecting them to force you to kneel, but instead they are dismissed. Adagio Dazzle looks down on you from her raised throne. She is distinctly nonplussed. Out of self preservation, you begin to kneel, only to stop as her frown deepens.

You end up standing straight and resigning yourself to waiting. As the silence stretches on, and on, your eyes begin to wander. Not for the first time, you note that at least your new overlords (overladies?) are pretty. Adagio uncrosses and crosses her legs. Dammit, boner, this is not the time.

"I see you 'noticed' me."

Her voice startles you after the prolonged silence.

"Ah! Uh, sorry about that. Won't happen again."

She rises from her throne and approaches you, hips swaying.

"Don't misunderstand, Anon. I have been waiting for you to notice me."

...

Wat.

"Glad I could help?"

Adagio bites her lip.

"You must be wondering why I summoned you."

"Yes?"

"I was thinking, we could get to know each other better."

...

"You want to be friends? After taking over the world?"

She scowls at you.

"You never noticed me before! Not at lunch, not in the halls, you didn't even show up at the battle of the bands!"

Oh yeah, the time you missed the end of the world because you were playing vidya.

"Are you saying that you took over the world, just so that I would notice you?"

It occurs to you that you are a senior, and therefore, her senpai. Oh dear.

"It's not like I like you or anything! I just... wanted to get to know you. You are an interesting guy, Anon."

And she's tsundere for you.

"I...see. Well, now what?

She plucks at her half-gloves nervously.

"Now you live in the palace. Until we prepare a room for you, you can sleep in my, ah, my r-room."

O-kay.

"That sounds good, I am pretty tired."

That's something of a lie, but you need time to think. She walks to one of many doors. Adagio glances over her shoulder.

"Coming?"

You try to ignore all the 'witty' responses your oversexed brain composes.

"Yes, right inside you. I mean, behind you."

Dammit, brain. She blushes as your Freudian slip, and gives you time to catch up.

"See that you do. My room is this way."

As you follow her swaying hips, you resign yourself to that fact that your boner will be doing more of the thinking for the foreseeable future.

Adagio's room is large, with a canopied four post bed occupying a fair portion of it. The siren roots around in her dresser for a bit, then tosses a wad of clothing at you.

"You can change into those out in the hall. Be grateful, not many people get to wear my clothes."

Upon closer examination, you seem to have a set of purple pajamas.

"Right. Thanks."

You step outside the door and close it. The hallway seems to be deserted, so you shrug and start taking off your clothes. You hear the door creak behind you, and you pause, shirt halfway off. You casually shuck your shirt, turning slightly. Out of your peripheral vision, you see the door cracked open. Alright.

You bend over slowly as you inch your pants down your legs. You kick them to the side, then pick up the pajama bottom. You were planning on doing some seductive ass-cupping with the waistband, but as you pull it up you run into legitimate difficulties. After a few minutes of yanking and squeezing, you finally get into Adagio's pants. You are pretty sure that one wrong move will give you such a wedgie. For that matter, the front is kinda tight too. No hiding that bulge. Not going to even try putting the shirt on. You reach back, and yank open the door, turning as you do. Adagio falls on her butt, her legs splayed. That wouldn't be too exciting, except she is wearing a thigh-length nightgown and apparently orange and white striped panties.

"I see two can play at the seduction game."

"What?"

You nod at her display. She looks down and immediately closes her legs, tugging her nightgown over her lap.

"P-pervert!"

Really?

"Really? You were the one watching me take off my clothes."

Adagio gets to her feet, smoothing out her gown to regain her composure.

"I was just...making sure you didn't try to escape. Enough of this. We should really get some sleep, tomorrow you start on your duties."

She turns and walks to the bed, her back ramrod straight. You go to the other side.

"My duties? I thought you just wanted to get to know me."

The siren wriggles under the covers.

"Oh, I'll be doing that too, but I have decided we really need an intelligent servant around here."

You slip under the covers as well. Damn, this is a large bed. There's at least two feet between the two of you.

"A servant you have sleeping in your bed."

A pillow hits your face.

"B-be grateful! And no funny business!"

"Alright, alright."

She flips a switch and the lights go out. As you lay there in the dark, you become all the more aware of the little sounds. Her shallow breathing, the rustle of cloth as she shifts positions. It's a long, hard night.

You wake up slowly, the morning sun warming your cheek. A slender arm across your chest, and something soft pressed up against your arm. Nice. You open your eyes and turn to look to the side.

Blue? The slight movement of your body rouses Sonata. She props herself up on her elbow, and you are somewhat saddened to feel the softness leave you. Bluey stares at you blankly for a moment, then grins.

"Good morning, servant boy!"

"Uh, good mo-"

She snuggles up against your chest, her face in the crook of your neck. You are very okay with this. She sighs happily. Then you hear rustling from the far side of the bed.

"Mmmmgghphh, honestly, Sonata, you have your own be-"

Adagio looks down at the two of you. You notice that bluey is only wearing a bra and panties. You give orange creamsicle a wave with your free arm.

"Good morning."

Sonata looks up, and is faced with the increasingly wrathful face of the ruler of the world. She grins weakly.

"Would you like a turn?"

Adagio hisses.

"He's mine. Now get out!"

Bluey scampers off the bed. She only pauses at the door to give you a wink and to blow you a kiss. You give her a short little wave. You turn towards Adagio, who is gazing into the depths of her wardrobe.

"Anything I can help you with?"

She plucks out a few pieces that look... just like her normal outfit. Adagio lays them on the bed, and finally looks at you, her face carefully expressionless.

"Help me get dressed."

You raise your eyebrows.

"Last night, you were embarrassed for me to see your panties. Now you want-"

"I know what I want!"

Ah, some anger. She turns away from you.

"Don't question my orders, servant."

You approach, muttering out, "Yes, mistress." She still has her back to you, so you lift up her gown from behind. Dat ass. Adagio shifts her weight impatiently, and you bite your lip. You pull the gown up, and she shivers when one of your fingers grazes her side. She raises her arms accommodatingly, and you remove the gown completely. She stands there in her underwear, her white bra contrasting deliciously with her yellow skin. You look to the clothes she set out.

"Shall I get some underwear from the dresser?"

She whirls to face you.

"That won't be necessary! I c-can do that later."

Then she turns her back on you once again, and you shrug. Tights first, you suppose. You crouch down to get her feet in, and are treated to a nice view of the undercarriage. The lavender fabric clings to her legs in a way that would make you jealous, if you weren't the one putting it on her scantily clad body. You pull it up and over her hips, your thumbs brushing against that tender flesh. The shorts come next, and fit her easily enough. That is, until it is time to button them. You stand behind her, your arms circling around her and pressing quite firmly against her waist. You peer over her shoulder and you force the button ever closer towards the hole, savoring the view of her pillowy slopes. At last, the button is fastened, and both of you are breathing heavily.

"Taking your time, Anon?"

You place your hand on her hip to steady you as you lean to scoop up her tube-top-thing.

"Can you blame me?"

You pull it down her chest slowly, mesmerized by how it drags across her breasts.

"You are my servant, I can blame you for anything I want."

You step back to admire your work. Hmmm, seems you will have to tuck the top in.

"Ah, but do you want to?"

Your hand presses up against her stomach and slides in under the tight band of the shorts.

"A-anon! What do you think you are doing?"

"Just tucking in your shirt, that's all."

You repeat the process, your hand delving into her shorts with a slow, firm purpose. Once you are done, she snatches up her jacket and belt and retreats.

"I-I can do the rest myself! Just- just stand over there!"

You bow, and stand in the appointed spot.

"And what shall I wear today?"

She glances at you, still flustered.

"You shall remain as you are. Perhaps then you will learn to treat me with more deference."

Personally, you think she just likes you shirtless and in tight pants. As she collects the rest of her accessories, your stomach growls. She glances at you again, this time with regained composure.

"Follow me to the dining room."