God, she was so utterly subservient. There was something electrifying about seeing Chloe in that state. They had been friends for years, almost sisters, but in the time that Mary had known her, that friend had always been a domineering one. Nothing about her behavior had ever been malicious, but more times than she could count, she recalled being ordered around, or dragged into things, or just going along with Chloe because she was the better-organized one. To see her such a woman at her own beck and call filled her with a perverse glee that she didn't even stop to question.
"Oh, you'll need to prepare before you can make it up to me, my dear," Mary said with a grin, pulling her arm from its lock with Chloe's in order to grasp her chin. The blonde shuddered at her touch - god, she was so utterly enthralled, wasn't she? How delightful. "There is business I must attend to. In the meantime..." Oh, there were so many things she could do. So many ways she could make her servant-consort twist and squirm for her own amusement. "...you are to pleasure yourself, in preparation for my return. But..." She leaned in, staring right into Chloe's eyes. "You may not bring yourself to release. That, you will save for me."
The blonde whimpered, letting out an excited affirmative before dashing back off into the palace. Mary's gaze lingered on the woman's swaying hips for a moment before she looked to Darzala, finding the genie to be chuckling lightly. "You do so love being in charge, don't you?"
"A queen's life is full of hardship - she must take joy whever she can."
"Oh, I made such a perfect choice." She purred, placing a kiss on Mary's neck. "Come on, my royal dominationess. Let's review the start of your grand empire."
The next few hours were, compatively speaking, a rather quiet affair. Aside of Darzala's constant affection, Mary's attention was focused on reviewing the state of her queendom. They were, unsurprisingly, a nation with little influence in the grand affairs of the world; a small state in the middle of the sea, neutral for some decades now as a sort of watery Switzerland. Prosperous, certainly, thanks to tourism and some of the finest wine this side of Italy, with a small yet modernized and effective military, and relatively few domestic issues. This island could be considered a paradise, and the old Mary likely would've been content to stay its ruler, lounging about for the rest of her days with a gorgeous genie for a consort.
This Mary, however, had greater ambitions. By mid-afternoon, she had gained a firm grasp of her little country's capabilities and affairs, and left alone in her office with Darzala, she had begun to formulate her plans. Before them on a large table lay a detailed map of the world, Mary, leaning over it and studying the map intensely as Darzala, in turn, leaned on her, softly massaging her queen's chest through the fabric of her dress.
"You told me of other genies - before anything, we need to start finding some of them." She remained laser-focused on the plot within her mind, despite, or perhaps because of, the ongoing groping of her considerable endowments. "I supposed you'll at least know where to start looking for them, won't you, my love?"
Darzala paused her moaning and massaging long enough to snap her fingers, causing several glowing dots to appear on the map. "Last I checked, at least," she began explaining with sultry whispers into Mary's ear, "I knew about one in Egypt, one in England, and one that had ended up in China. Trapped in lamps, naturally. They should know where to find others of their kind in turn. So..." She leaned down to bite Mary's earlobe. "Where do you want to go first?"