Dominance and Shrubmission
Charles Jeffries
Dominance and Shrubmission
by Charles Jeffries
This is a work of erotic fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. This work contains graphic depictions of sexual activity which should be viewed only by those legally allowed to do so, and the author does not necessarily condone or support the recreation of any of these actions or practices.
Copyright ⓒ 2022 by Charles Jeffries.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without written permission of the copyright owner, except for the use of short quotations in a book review.
ISBN 978-1-0050-5536-3 (e-book)
First e-book edition, July 2022.
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Series Introduction
In the Kingdom of Arithrakus, the powerful Order of Magical Studies and Applications serves as the Queen's college of mages. Through their extensive archives of scholarly research and practical experience, the Order effectively controls the study and practice of magic across the entire kingdom. Would-be students apply at an early age for training, and any rogue practitioners who are powerful enough (and brave enough) to get noticed are quickly brought into the fold.
Over the years, the Order has gathered a library of stories from their vast network of mages. Some are first-hand accounts. Some are quite dull, while others are more fantastical. Some have been dismissed as the product of a feverish imagination or a brain damaged by years of taxation from intense magical effort. Regardless, the Queen frowns on these stories being made available to the public. Occasionally, however, one escapes and winds up in the hands of an unscrupulous publisher...
This is one of those stories.
Dominance and Shrubmission
Rae hurried past the throngs of worshipers bustling about the Temple District. Mysterious figures with their hoods up and their cloaks wrapped around them weren't an uncommon sight in this part of town, even on a common worship day like this one, but people still mostly moved out of her way. She arrived in front of her shop, stuck her key in the lock, and opened the door. The neighborhood noise faded away as she closed the shop door behind her, and she exhaled, dropping her hood.
Seconds later, she was startled by a knock on the same door she was still leaning against.
"Who is it? We're closed," she yelled.
"Messenger for you, ma'am," came a voice from the other side.
"Oh, thank goodness," Rae said to herself. She spun around and pulled the door open again, revealing a teenage boy with a small rucksack over one shoulder.
"Are you Rae, ma'am?"
"That's right."
"You're the shopkeeper here at Two Vines?"
"I am, yes. Thank you for waiting, I was afraid I'd missed you."
"No worries, ma'am. I haven't been here long."
Rae pulled a few small coins from her pouch and handed them to the boy. "Well, here's for your trouble anyway. The bag, please?"
"Of course, ma'am." The boy deftly pocketed her gratuity with one hand while slinging the bag off his shoulder with the other and handing it to her in one smooth motion. "Am I to understand you'll have a similar bag for me tomorrow?"
"That's correct, assuming the rest of my afternoon goes to plan."
"I'll be needing a place to stay the night, then. If you've any recommendations around town, ma'am, I'm new to this area."
"Oh? What's your name, son?"
"Alex, ma'am."
Rae eyed the boy up. He wasn't dressed like a servant, dirty from the road and exhausted from the travel; he wore page's clothing and seemed fairly well put together. He could probably afford a nicer bed.
"Well, Alex, I think that depends on what sort of lodgings you're looking for. Do you have much business left to attend to today?"