On leaving Jade's room, I made for the closest chair I could find, as I had a task to complete at once.

{Ruby, I sensed your distress with me. My apologies, dear, I had to open my shields all the way so Jade would discern and receive my lesson for her. I guess I still have some 'shield' lessons to work on.}

Finishing that, I arose and moved towards the main room of our cozy Dungeon, attempting to find my partner. Unsurprisingly, he was in his throne, with one of our delightful ladies reducing some of his stress for him, and another rubbing his shoulder muscles.

Sitting down in the next chair and observing the efforts of his current oral sex provider, I was glad he was at home. His "American Sexpress" card had expired, and the new one had not yet arrived. Once she had finished with him and cleaned up, she moved over to me and got busy. Just what I needed....

"Mobius, there's going to be a birthday party here about 20:00 hours Friday night. It's Mastermike's birthday, and Aachika asked me to help with the odds and ends. We'll be posting it as an 'all slave decorating party' that afternoon, so the room can be appropriately festive. It's also Dee's Birth Anniversary, and I wondered if you had any ideas about a gift for her?"

"That's a good question, Chuck. She works pretty hard here, and doesn't seem to take any time off. We can't give her a vacation, since we need her here. Let me think about it for a while and I'll let you know."

"Great. And I wanted to... ah... ah... ahhhhhhhhh. Thanks, dear one. Good job. Anyway, Mobius, I wanted to ask about the Wizard. Does he have the "3 Questions" thing for men as well? Or only for women?"

"You have business with him? He just does the question thing with the women, but watch him, he is tricky."

"Thanks, I will. See you later!" I moved off in the general direction of the wizard's room, and there was Mary.

"Hi, Mary. How's the pony business?"

"Oh, Sir!" And she started crying. Hard. High-maintainance pony! We went and sat down.

"Now what's the problem?" She explained about her joy with her new stall and how it was clean and new and private and how she slept so well there and.
I stopped her. "You're upset because I wanted you to sleep in a BED instead of in a pile of straw. You feel safer by yourself alone. And you don't like anyone to sleep with. Am I understanding this correctly?"

Looking up into my eyes, she agreed that all I had stated was correct. I looked up for a minute, and asked for help understanding people.

"OK, Mary. Forget my instructions but NOT Dee's. Just make sure the doors are tightly closed and locked at night, leave a standing light on, and don't mess with the cats. They keep the vermin population near zero out there."

"Oh, thank you Lord Chuck!" throwing her arms around me and kissing me; a rather pleasant experience. "I would never bother the cats, sir. They kept me safe in my last stall, and here they keep the whole area clean. They like to cuddle and sleep with me sometimes."

"Great, Mary. I'm pleased you're so happy. See you later!" motivating towards my next appointment. Some days you can't win.

On finally reaching the wizard's room, I opened the door and walked in. Suddenly I felt the oddest sensation; looking down, my dick was down my leg and dragging on the floor. "Good joke, Wiz. Would you mind undoing it, please? I've got some business to discuss." Again, a feeling overtook me, the vision of several of our ladies, all asking me to join them in bed in their most appealing way. This huge practical joke of a thingy, naturally, got hard. A whole stack of National Geographics from the 1960's got knocked over next to his waiting area, and several empty bottles fell to the floor.

I took a long, slow breath, counted to ten in English, Latin, Italian, Polish, and Attic Greek. This guy must be the panic of the local wizard's club. Next I expected a whoopie cushion. "WIZ, ~please~ cut this out. We have business to discuss regarding a raise in your stipend."

There was a slight "thud" sound, and my dick had returned to normal. Or had it? Still didn't feel right, somehow. I looked at it and thought of Dee in a compromising position, and sure enough, the thing hardened to a magnificent 1 1/2 inches in length.

Hearing a sound, I swung around to find the wizard laughing his soon-to-be-history-if-I-had-anything-to-do-with-it-testicles off.

"All right, all right, I'll fix it," he said, seeing the look in my eye. "You just have no sense of humor any more. What might I do to assist the mighty Lord Sir Chuck?"

"I think I may like you better disrespectful, Wiz. Anyway, I need a wall-hugger recliner in glove-soft tan leather with heat and massage in the main dining area, on a table, wrapped in birthday paper, Friday at 7 PM. Oh, double wide, please."

"Hmpf. Was beginning to wonder if you thought this was a 'Lazy-Boy' store. OK. Does it have to be cowhide, or could it be Kangaroo or horse?"

"Better make it cowhide. Most people like the leather smell. And there's plenty of wood to conjure with in the workshop below my quarters. Lots of maple and cherry, even a little mahogany."

"All right. I wrote down the order. What else?"

"I need you to expand the wards which protect the Dungeon to also include the stable. We have a resident out there, and she needs protection."

"You brought her along tonight?"

"No. She's not ready for your 'Three Questions' yet. She is very unused to the real world." (I'm standing here in a dungeon, talking to a Wizard about the 'real' world. Yikes.)

"Is that it, or is there more?"

"Just stopped to purchase a spell for two from you. Your 'youth spell'."

"Are you due already? And who's the other?"

"Friday is Dee's birthday, and I wanted it to be a surprise for her. Can you wind us both back to 39, please?"

"All right. Done and to be cast Friday at 7 PM. And the wards have been expanded. Now, what's in it for me?"

"What's the one thing you've wanted that we turned down on your last 6 expense requests?"

"A CYCLOTRON?"

"No, you're not getting a cyclotron. Gads, you dream big. The other thing."

"You're getting me a PONY? Oh, boy, Oh, boy, I'm getting a pony."

"In a sense. We now have a pony-girl as a resident. Her name is Mary. She has a lovely sulky to pull people around in, and she will be available for you every day at 13:30 hours, for an hour. You have the run of the outdoors for this, but you may NOT perform any spells on her not requested by Mobius, Dee, or me. No hurting her, either. Get together with her to set up a schedule."

"Thank you, Sir Chuck. This is a wonderful gift! How else may I thank you? Do you need someone turned into a chicken? I've got a new spell for that. How about your yacht? May I make it bigger for you?"

"And have it fall apart the first time I tried to hang a picture with an iron nail? No thanks. Really, no other gift is needed. Just use her carefully. And thanks for the other two items."

"You are welcome, Sir Chuck. You wouldn't need someone turned into a Newt, would you? They'd get better, honest!" I closed the door and walked back in the general direction of sanity. I hoped.

Casting a thought about, feeling for others (and doing my practicing in stretching my mental 'muscles', I noted Ruby had dismissed her harem + 1 and was busy writing something on her computer. She had been massively busy of late; must be lots of people who liked her craftwork. I intruded for just a second to ask a question, and she had saved, shut down, and was on her way to Interrogation 3. Anxious little Minx, she is.

I arrived at the room and entered. Ruby was on her knees in 'present', and looking roughly beautiful; hair mussed, no makeup, body oiled with perspiration. My blood pressure climbed as my dick hardened. We are overdue for a session....

to be continued by Mistress Ruby or Lord Chuck