Dominatrix System

Chapter 173: Travel Plans

I met with Cassandra, and we finalized the last of our plans. We knew that we couldn't change anymore with how little time we had to plan this, so it was brief. We barely knew who would be where and there was no way for us to practice this. It would all be on wings that could send us to our death or raise us on wings and take us from here.

I got some unknown cart company that was owned by someone who owed a lot of money for drugs and gambling to bring a cart around to the Shop tomorrow morning, and I took a look at the docks where the ship we were going to leave on was. The docks were busy loading and unloading, and some of our ships hadn't come in yet. They should be here on the day, though, and it wasn't like we were the owners of these ships.

That would probably change on that day if what I suspect to happen happened. That trading house Rivers Glory was taken over by Cassandra by kidnapping and forcing the previous owners into handing the business over to us. Extortion and Blackmail were simple and effective, but it wasn't the best way to take over businesses. I knew that we would have no loyalty from the employees but Cassandra smiled when I asked her about that. It seemed that the current employees hated the owners as well.

Overall it was a great choice, although I doubt the sailors knew what they signed up for by accepting us. The previous owners were still captured and probably going to be used as scapegoats in the future. Plans were going well, and things were shaping up perfectly, or as perfectly as they could be. Now was the time to send Melony onto the ship and have it ensured no one would talk on the ship about her. I would probably lock her up in the bottom for now.

All of this wasn't perfect, but a day passed with me preparing things, and there were few days left. I let Melony out with a blindfold inside the apartment. I made her eat and drink before drugging her again with sleeping drugs that I kept around just in case before putting her back in the box. The screams of that little sissy bitch Freya was still attempting to train scared her, but I didn't care.

It wasn't until the next day, as plans started to turn into motion more that the message Stacy sent to the Marchioness finally reached her. I was lying back on the couch thinking about contingencies and information that Cassandra gave me when we talked last when I heard a knock. Stacy popped her head in, and I could see the anticipation on her face.

Over the last day, I noticed that Stacy was starting to get more and more excited about the fact that we were leaving the Empire. With the date now set in stone and plans on the move, she couldn't wait to leave. It may have something to do with the Chastity cage and my restrictions on letting her look at women. She was a pervert through and through and was addicted to Sex and pain. Although I had a lot to do with the latter part of her addictions, I also hadn't let her train as an Armsmaster much. Her tailoring, on the other hand, was still exquisite.

I turned to Stacy, leaving my thoughts with so few days left I didn't have the luxury of sitting back and not moving. "Yes, Stacy?" I asked calmly, turning to her as she peaked in.

"Mistress," Stacy replied quickly, "The Marchioness is here as you asked her to be here."

"Bring her in and teach the new slave how to do sales properly. She sold herself to me in that role. Do your best," I replied.

"Yes, Mistress!" Stacy replied before turning and leaving.

A moment later, the door opened, and I saw the Marchioness for the first time in some weeks. I looked at her and watched her blush as she saw me. "Mistress," She said, turning and closing the door, "This slave has not seen you in too long," She said, bowing, and I frowned.

"Ingrid," I said slowly, and I pointed to the couches, "Please sit," I told her, pointing at the couch we had negotiated on before. Surprise showed on her face, and she looked toward the training room where at an opportune moment, I heard the boy scream inside from Freya. "Sorry, we will play later," I promised, "For now, I have something to discuss with you. It is urgent, and I already talked with Hillary," I told her, crossing over to the couch and sitting as Ingrid the Marchioness took a moment to get over her surprise.