Follow your habits.

While you?re eager to sleep, you find you?re not entirely comfortable just collapsing on the bed. It?s **** of habit, really. The other girls at the Paisley School may make fun of your power, thinking that you have it easy, but those dumb sluts don?t know how hard you have to work. For a start, there?s the constant practice, which you?re always very disciplined about. So, every night you lie back in bed and pleasure yourself until you cum, before curling up naked in your silk sheets.

Well, these sheet may only be rough cloth, but you realise you?re going to have to do the other part of your ritual. You unlace your corset, and then peel out of your bodysuit. Worm?s sharp eyes are on you, its little prick hardening once again, and to your surprise you find you don?t want him watching you. It seems a bit late to be shy, but there?s something about his look that you don?t like, that makes you feel a little embarrassed ? and even afraid. Or maybe it?s just because you?re used to your late-night ritual being private.

Whatever the reason, you bark an order to Worm to stand in the corner and face the wall until he goes to sleep. Then, the sprawl back on the bed and splay your legs in your accustomed position.

As always, it takes only the lightest of caresses on your pussy lips to make them moisten. Indeed, given the adventures of the day it?s a wonder they aren?t already soaked. You caress yourself, your other hand pinching at your nipples, and let loose a low moan.

You close your eyes in pleasure and reach out with the hand that isn?t fingering your swiftly heating quim, and grope for the bottle of wine you brought upstairs. Instead, your hand finds something else ? the training dildo you have with you, lying where it rolled out of your pack. Smiling, you place it beside you on the bed and grab the bottle.

You take a deep swing, enjoying the taste and the sensation of the **** warming your throat. You don?t care that you?ve spilt some on you, the dark liquid standing out in stark contrast to your bare, pale flesh as rivulets of it flow into the valley between your breasts.

Putting the bottle aside, you roll over and get up on all-fours. You reach behind you, caressing the soft globes of your bum before placing the massive dildo?s head at the entrance to your eager cunt.

It truly is huge, parting your lips wider than any human could manage as you carefuly slide it in. You?ve never had a real minotaur, but now you imagine one is there. A massive, savage brute, fucking you from behind like one of his cows, **** you relentlessly without any regard for your power?

That?s an odd thought. Always, your power had meant you?d given yourself to monsters, knowing you?d be in control. But could it be you actually fantasise about being dominated yourself? It?s not a thought you?re entirely comfortable with, but the image of your helpless violation overwhelms you.

With a **** struggle, you hurl the fake cock away, making Worm jump as the hard rubber object bounces off the wall. But the fantasy is too strong, and a moment later you?ve grabbed the wine bottle and thrust it into you in the dildo?s place. It?s still partially full, and the liquid sloshes inside, shockingly cold where your hard thrusts splash it into your hot channel. A part of you wonders how your pussy will taste afterwards, but most of you is still focused on the fantasy of the **** beast. You imagine the Minotaur bellowing in triumph, pouring its seed into you as it claims you, and you cum yourself, your cunt clenching like a vice around the hard glass of the bottle.

You collapse on the bed, feeling disturbed by your fantasy. A glance shows you that while Worm hasn?t disobeyed its orders, the sounds of your masturbation were enough to fuel its own self-pleasure, and now it?s curled up to sleep under the messy stain it?s left on the wall. But you?re too exhausted to worry, and drift into a dreamless sleep with your bottle still lying disgarded beside you, the sheets stained with wine and your pussy juices.

It seems like only a moment later when the sound of movement in the middle of the night triggers your trained instincts, making you open your eyes to the dark room?