Chapter 36

We retired to our tent immediately after that, and I marshaled my thoughts as we settled in to dream together. Despite my strong words earlier, I had neither the will, nor the desire to truly turn Myta into a mindless plaything. Her personality and independence were integral to my love of her, not to mention her usefulness to me. I needed to balance that feeling of security she needed against the fiery spirit I needed from her. But perhaps, just maybe, I could manage both.

Her inner world was far more defined these days. She’d added features to represent many of the things that dominated her life. I hadn’t felt the need to examine each of them in detail, but the effigy of the Pure Way was particularly obvious. The image of their many-armed solar deity was hard to mistake for anything else, and its tarnished and scarred visage showed her lingering disdain. A pity to see that it still dominated so much of her attention, but I was hardly one to cast aspersions in that regard.

The tree of her soul stood stronger than ever. I could still feel its sickness, but that was buried deep beneath the surface now. Still dangerous, still very relevant, but overshadowed by the healthy growth above. The canopy glittered with silver and gold flames far above me, a gorgeous galaxy of brilliant light, but tonight our goal lay downwards, in the darkness. Myta and I walked to the base of the tree’s trunk, wandering between the waist high ridges of its roots. When I felt that the atmosphere was right I drew her close to me.

“The main problem with soul shaping is two-fold. First is that the more fundamental a change you wish to make, the harder it is. We’ve already seen that I can alter your spirit far more easily than should be possible, whatever the Pure did to you enables that. With your mind, we’ll need to do something more. We’ll need to push past your waking mind to your sleeping one, for me to make any significant change.

“The second issue, is that such changes often require alterations to multiple parts of your soul; body, mind, and spirit. If only one is altered, the others may work to undo it. Do you understand?” I met my vas’ gaze, and she nodded resolutely, but didn’t speak.

“Answer me aloud when I ask you a question.” I kept my voice even and firm.

“I understand, master.”

“Good, then we will begin creating the path to your sleeping mind now. You already know the practice of shaping you inner world. This is no different, but to open the path for me you must feel safe, and comfortable.” I kept my voice calm and firm, speaking slowly as I explained the process.

“Yes, master.”

“If you ever feel unsafe, or uncomfortable, you will let me know immediately. We will stop, and try again.”

“I will, master.”

“Good girl.” I pushed a deliberate pulse of my affection and approval to her. “Now picture a door, one that is incredibly secure. Nothing can get past this door, unless you choose to let them past. Remember your lessons, you aren’t crating this door. You’re just finding something that is already here. This door is your will, your safety. Nothing can pass beyond it that you do not allow.” I continued in that vein, slow and steady, keeping my words repetitive as she visualized, first the door, and then the stairs beyond them.

“The stairs descend, into a place that is dark, and warm, and safe. When you reach it, you will be completely safe, and relaxed. Good girl. Now open the door.”

Myta made an affirming noise at me. She has been growing less coherent as we worked, which was expected. Just visualizing her **** mind had brought her closer to it, but as I instructed her down the steps, her conscious mind drifted away. I followed her, down into the dark. This was the difficult part, a sorcerer’s sleeping mind was well defended, at least it was when they were trained as I had trained my vas. But she didn’t reject my presence, instead the warm darkness almost seemed to embrace me.

We descended wide stone steps, seemingly naturally formed, of pale flowstone. The rock glistened, and had a nearly liquid appearance, descending into a great underground lake. The water steamed with warmth, and Myta stepped down into it without hesitation. I followed.

The inner world didn’t follow the same logic as the real world. Just as rocks could glisten and steam could be seen in a place with no light, we could breathe the welcoming water. And as we drifted, I pulled my lover close to whisper in her ear.

“You feel safe and warm here, safe and secure in my presence, and in my arms.”

“…es, m’ster.” She mumbled back. I tightened my grip around her, tangling my fingers in her hair and gripping it tightly, bending her head back a little.

“You feel safe and secure, when your master holds you possessively.” She made a happy murmur, pulling against my grip before responding this time. I kept working through phrases, driving my desires incrementally into her sleeping mind.

“You feel a sense of belonging when your master holds you.

“You belong in your master’s arms.

“I am you master, for as long as you choose me.

“You belong to your master.

“You feel safe and secure, while you belong to me.”

I pushed that message home, over and over. Her body was already puddled in my arms, but each new phrase seemed to make her hazier, somehow even more relaxed. I wasn’t pushing her far with this. I already knew that Myta had found security and fulfillment in my ownership and control, I just wanted to reinforce those feelings, ease her doubts. The next stage stretched her a little further, made her enjoyment a little more visceral.

“You love to serve your master.” I sent her my own feelings of love, and satisfaction.

“You take pleasure in pleasing your master.” I gripped her breasts roughly, and then slid my hand lower. My questing fingertips teasing her pearl. This space might not be physical, but the sensations were very real.

“Your master is pleased by your service.

“When your master is pleased, you have been a good girl.

“Good girls feel pleasure.

“You know that your master is pleased, when he calls you a good girl.

“When your master calls you a good girl, you feel pleasure.”

I had spent some time, debating over that phrase. ‘Good girl’ was something you used for a child, or a pet. It was affectionate, but also condescending in many cases. Paternalistic, at the very least. Myta had responded strongly to it, when I tested it earlier. I’d felt her happiness and arousal both spike sharply. Apparently that borderline condescension was exactly the sweet spot she was looking for.

Now that the groundwork was laid, it was time for me to push. I hadn’t let my flame climax yet, wanting to keep her focus vague, but her desire and energy up. My plans for her were… not against her desires, but I knew she would cave difficulty accepting the next part.

“Good girls do their best to serve.

“You want to be a good girl.

“Good girls feel pleasure.

“Smart girls are competent. And competent girls are confident.

“Competent girls serve their masters better.

“Good girls are competent, confident, and smart.

“For as long as you choose, I am your master.

“Your master chooses how you will serve.

“Only your master’s judgment matters.

“Your fiery personality comes from your confidence.

“Your fiery personality pleases me.

“Good girls feel pleasure when pleasing their masters.

“You are my good girl.

“Good girls come.

“Come for me, my good girl.”

Myta’s climax was nothing short of explosive, and had her body not been reinforced by sorcery I would have been genuinely concerned for her safety in the real world. As it was we might both be sporting bruises when we woke, from her violent muscle contractions. In her inner world, I held her firmly in place while thrusting my fingers into her cleft, continuing to rub her pearl with my palm. I gave her no release, continuing my litany of instructions even as her mind fractured under the pleasurable ****. Her limbs convulsed, and I pulled my free hand from her hair, managing to pin her wrists together at the small of her back.

Not that it was difficult to do so. Strength in this space was measured in will, and she had given hers over to me.

I could feel my commands settling into her sleeping mind, and spreading to her spirit as well. Even her body saw some change, writing new pathways for be physical pleasure, to reward her for pleasing me. I couldn’t wait to see the outcome of that particular change. Still, I could sense that the night was still young, time was passing very slowly in this place for us tonight. I had plenty of time to reinforce my work here.

I started back at the beginning, taking my love through the whole cycle of comforting, teasing, and climax all over again.

And again.

And again.

I would impress my will into the very core of her soul, just as she’d asked me to. And when the root of her malaise was finally destroyed only her strength would remain.