The silk felt so good against my skin. I can’t believe I had never thought about wearing something like this before. And the purple reflected wonderfully in the moonlight. These new purple silk pajamas were looking to be the best spontaneous purchase I had made.
 
 I came back from the deck and continued sipping my tea, I had grown fond of tea recently with my morning bagels. I didn’t use to, I was more of a monster energy person, but ever since a few weeks ago something clicked in my head and I’ve been craving something more... soothing. Especially with all of these wonderful flavors to choose from, I never knew tea could be so enthralling.
 
 I also wanted to expand my horizons in terms of my reading. I started to grow bored of all my comics and manga, all the silly drawings of adolescent power fantasies bored me, I was craving something more intellectual. I started reading novels, I just started small with some YA stuff to get me used to nothing but text again but that bored me quickly and I moved into bigger literature classics.
 
 Eric thought my new habits were odd, he was certainly one to talk with my tutor’s mouth on his cock. I just gave him some of my special blend of tea to soothe his nerves, to show him that new experiences aren’t all that bad. He’s gotten quite addicted to my new tea as well, he and his regular thralls say it’s the best flavor they’ve ever tried.
 
 I’ve been researching more into demonology too, I realize it’s something I should have done since I live with a sex demon. I’ve been studying up on an Incubus’ weaknesses on the off chance Eric might try to turn me someday. I’ve been transparent about it with Eric, he was reluctant at first but I talked him into it over a nice calm tea discussion.
 
 We’ve even done some role-play to prepare for this scenario. It involves me collaring him and asserting my dominance, after all, any man can be tamed with the right leash. Eric’s gotten used to wearing his collar 24/7, he’s able to hide it in public with his demon magic although I insist he dispels that illusion when we’re alone just for my peace of mind.
 
 He’s gotten a lot more considerate of my needs, he asks before he has company over, and if I say know there’s nothing he can do about it. I can see him writhing in agony when I deny him and it does amuse me. Sometimes I invite his slaves over anyway and tease him by making out with them.
 
 Well, I need his slaves anyway, how else am I going to make the tea he enjoys? A drop of blood from a submissive, mixed with two teaspoons of my cum, boiled in hot water with some lavender for scent and you have my special demon taming tea. An old friend recommended this special recipe to me a while ago, right when I was considering buying my new silky purple wardrobe.
 
 A lot of it is pretty expensive but Eric is kind enough to chip in, especially if I give him an extra helping of tea. He’s even given me custody of his slaves, he realized he can’t be trusted with them if he can’t be trusted with me. It’s good to know he’s finally realizing his place, if he can’t man up and be a proper Incubus he should acknowledge his inferiority as a pathetic demon who gets off submitting to humans.
 
 Eric doesn’t question me anymore, he’s gotten so docile and obedient. He gives me constant praise for my beauty and begs to worship me, if not just so he can get a taste of the special ingredient of my tea. His slaves do a similarly good job of worshiping me, though I make sure Eric knows that he is still below them by letting them take turns pegging him with a special purple strapon I purchased.
 
 I lie back in my bed content with myself for realizing my true purpose. I exist for nothing else but to punish this insolent fool who thought he could befriend me. That is what my queen has taught me.
 
 I have been having dreams about her ever since I read her wonderful story. I was worried at first about her influence in my head but over time I have grown used to it, her sigil burning bright purple on my forehead every time I look in the mirror. She has taught me much about the subtle joys of sophistication, silk, and tea. She has also been helping me to be a wonderful writer like her, I hope this new story I’ve written pleased her as it has me...