A Friendly Conversation

You laze about the next day, stomach bulging slightly under the weight of the sloshing, potent seed inside it. While you feel disgusted with yourself for finally submitting to the Mistress, you can’t deny that a day off from her abuse feels warranted.

You recline against the back wall with your head in your hands, and let out a deep, disturbed sigh. Your body tingles with needy arousal as you attempt to center yourself.

Ever since you sucked down the Mistress’s seed, your passive state of arousal has only increased. Even now, your small, needy cock stands fully erect with pulsating lust. You feel hot and bothered by the unbidden thought of gleefully gulping down torrents of thick, creamy spunk. Your hand delicately moves down to caress the cage of your frustrated cock.

Your lewd reverie is suddenly disrupted by the sound of light footsteps on stone. You shove your hands into your crotch, hoping to hide your caged little cock from the passerby.

The figure peeks around the hall fleetingly before crossing fully into view. You squint your eyes momentarily, attempting to size up the individual. Minerva!

You smile up at her, carefully moving one hand in a waving motion while hiding your genitalia with the other.

“Hi, Joshua.” She smiles back at you with bashful eyes. “Mind if I pop in for a visit?” She dangles a pair of keys in front of the door with a mischievous smirk.

“A visit?” You say with audible skepticism. “I didn’t know the Mistress allowed us visitation privileges.”

Minerva rolls her eyes and begins unlocking your cell. “She doesn’t, but she’s preoccupied right now. No one’s gonna check up on you anytime soon.”

As she enters the cell, you inspect her for the second time. You see that her skin is the same sickly blueish purple as the Mistresses’, though she is shorter and appears to be a fair bit more youthful. She has short, nubby horns growing from the sides of her head, and her cute auburn hair is tied back into two short pigtails. Adorning her body is that same black and white dress that you saw on her before. The dress reaches to her mid-thigh, and vaguely strikes you as maid-like in appearance.

As she lithely strolls toward you, you cannot help but notice the delicate, detailed curvature of her body. Her dress erotically clings to the tight hourglass outline of her slender figure. Even through the garments, you can see that her breasts are considerably smaller than the Mistress’s, though her rump is rather pleasing in proportion. Unfortunately, this detailed examination of Minerva’s hot body does little to assuage the arousal in your loins.

Standing over you now, she raises an eyebrow and points toward the section of floor next to you. “...Can I sit?”

You blush, having been caught in your unabashed inspection, and nod awkwardly.

Your eyes go wide as she sits down directly next to you. You feel your naked body brushing against the soft fabric of her black and white maid-like outfit. Minerva brings her knees to her chest and wraps her arms around them, meeting your gaze with a warm smile.

She looks around the spartan cell with insincere surprise. “So, this is where you live, huh? Never would’ve taken you for an ascetic.” She bumps you playfully, and you frown with feigned annoyance. “Yeah, yeah, yeah…”

You turn your gaze to the center of the room. “So…what’s occupying the Mistress’s attention? You seem confident that she won’t notice…this.” You point between the two of you.

She sighs and looks away. “Other slaves, of course. There are quite a few that require a hands-on approach, if you catch my drift…”

You clench your jaw in painful memory of what that likely entails.

“I heard about what you did.” She says, offering you a supportive smile. “Submitting to the Mistress, I mean.”

You roll your eyes and look away with embarrassment. “Yeah. I feel like a damn coward.”

“No! You’re not…” She turns your face to meet hers. “Look at me. You’re brave. It takes courage to gracefully accept defeat; to humble yourself and conserve your strength. Where’s the value in struggling against the inevitable?”

You glower at her with a pained expression. “Does honor and dignity mean nothing to you? How about pride? I lost all that the moment I gave into that bitch. She won.”

Minerva sighs and shakes her head. “You’d have lost all of that and more if you had continued to struggle against her. Trust me Joshua, I’ve seen it.”

You scoff at Minerva with unimpressed eyes. “What have you seen? Death? At this point, that strikes me as the appealing option.”

Minerva’s eyes glaze over with a thousand-yard stare that threatens to bore through you. “Death…? No, I-”

She manages to shake out of it after several disturbing moments and fixes her golden eyes upon you once more. “Slaves don’t die here. They can’t. Those who defy long enough, they--their souls shatter under the weight of their suffering, and their bodies are used for horrifying purposes.”

You shift uncomfortably at this revelation. “You said something like this before. Submit or break…Are those really the only two options?”

She nods resignedly. “All that stuff you were talking about: honor, pride, dignity, cowardice--none of it means anything to a shattered soul. Those of us who survive long enough in this hell are thankful to feel anything at all.”

She places a delicate hand on yours. “That’s why I--that’s why I’m protecting you, Joshua. It's selfish I know, but I--” Minerva covers her face, stifling a sob.

You move a comforting hand to her shoulder, unsure how best to console her.

She looks at you with a tearful expression. “I’ve lost too many friends in this cursed place. I’m trying to save you before it's too late, so please--promise me that you’ll continue to obey.”

You frown and look away shamefully. She cups your face in her hands and slowly brings your gaze back to hers.

“You did the right thing, and it’ll get easier with time. Just give the Mistress what she wants.” Minerva slowly strokes your face with nurturing sincerity. “It’ll be okay. I’ll be here for you until the end. I promise.”

You let out a deep sigh and nod slowly in her hands. She offers you a wan smile, and you can’t help but return it.

“Okay, I hear you. I’ll try to suppress my rebellious tendencies. All right?”

Her face lights up with joy as she embraces you in a big hug. Your eyes go wide with surprise and arousal as you feel the tight fabric of her bust press against your naked chest.

“Thank you, Joshua.” She pecks you on the cheek and pulls away slightly with awkward embarrassment. “And s-sorry for the emotional outburst…”

“No, it's okay…” You say, covering your caged, aroused cock to the best of your ability. “Thanks for looking out.”

Minerva nods happily, placing a hand on your thigh and rubbing it gently. As she does, you notice her gaze drift down to your concealed genitalia.

She seems to have picked up on your sexually frustrated behavior. Minerva subtly moves her practiced fingers toward your inner thigh.

“Are you still caged?”

You place a hand on hers, stopping it from unbidden inspection. You dip your head affirmatively. “Yeah, and it’s fucking embarrassing, all right? So please don’t ask to see it.”

Minerva looks thoughtfully for a moment. “I know where she keeps the key. It's too late now, but…” She winks at you. “Perhaps I could steal it away on my next visit? Surely you’d enjoy a little freedom.”

You nod eagerly. “Could you? I feel like I’m going crazy with this thing on…”

She inclines her head toward you. “Sure, but only on the condition that you complete lesson two. If you defy her, I…” Minerva swallows hard and purses her lips. “I don’t think I’ll be able to get to you.”

Fear grips your heart as you consider the horrible implications of that statement. “The punishment, you mean…is it that bad?”

She gives you a knowing look. “I wouldn’t recommend it.”

A pregnant pause grips the room, as you sit together in pained contemplation.

Eventually, Minerva stands to her feet. “I should probably go, Joshua. If I stay much longer, someone might notice.”

You offer her a strained smile. “Right. Of course.”

Minerva exits the cell and holds your gaze for several seconds.

“I’ll visit again soon, Joshua. Try to stay out of trouble, okay?” She winks at you.

You sigh and wave her off. “Till next time.”

She gives you a polite bow, then speedily makes her way down the dimly lit hallway.

You stressfully exhale as you lean against the back wall of the cell. Minerva has given you a lot to think about. If she’s telling the truth about this place, then there really is no choice at all. Submission is the best option. At least your mind would remain intact.

…But what if she’s not telling the truth? What if it's a lie in service to the Mistress? Yet another ploy to poison your mind? You ruminate over this for a while, carefully considering your options. Lesson two is on the horizon, and you need to determine the best path forward.