CLEANING SPELL

As the overseer began his lesson on the first spell, a sense of apprehension settled over me like a dark cloud. I knew all too well that in the kingdom of Dominus, even the simplest of tasks came with a heavy price—humiliation and degradation.

The overseer's voice cut through the silence of the classroom, his words dripping with contempt as he explained the incantation for the spell. "The spell is called 'Lavāre,' a Latin word meaning 'to clean,'" he sneered, his lip curled in disgust. "It is a basic spell, but one that every servant must learn if they wish to maintain even a shred of dignity in this kingdom."

But as the overseer continued his lesson, my heart sank at the realization of the cruel conditions attached to learning the spell. To perform 'Lavāre,' a servant must first obtain permission from their master—a humiliating ordeal that required the servant to beg for their master's favor, their nakedness on full display for all to see.

And if that weren't enough, the overseer added another layer of degradation to the spell's casting. "To truly learn the spell, the servant must be naked and exposed," he declared, his voice laced with malice. "Only then can they understand the true nature of servitude and submission."

As the lesson progressed, I felt a sense of indignation burn within me, a fierce defiance against the cruel demands of my oppressors. But despite my inner turmoil, I knew that there was no escaping the harsh realities of life in the kingdom of Dominus.

With a heavy heart, I listened as the overseer demonstrated the incantation for 'Lavāre,' his words a cruel reminder of my own powerlessness in the face of his authority. And as he concluded the lesson, I knew that I had **** but to comply with his demands, to endure the humiliation and degradation that came with learning the spell.