Lie: Not Interested

You push her away with the hand not currently concealing your cock and shake your head. “Because honestly, I’m still not sure I trust you, Minerva. For all I know, this could be one of the Mistress’s plots to torment me.”

She frustratedly gets on her knees in front of you. “No, it's not like that! The Mistress doesn’t play stupid mind games, Joshua. She delights in personally breaking her slaves. There’s nothing she loves more than watching the light leave their eyes.”

She puts her hands on your shoulders and looks sternly into your eyes. “If she wants your ass, or your throat, or your loyalty, she’ll take it--and when she does, it won’t be through clever means.”

Something about the tone of her voice leads you to believe that she’s telling the truth.

You look up briefly into Minerva’s earnest, golden eyes, before noticing that she forgot to lock the cell door behind her. You’re feeling quite satiated at present, and you know that you may not get an opportunity like this again.

She’s a small girl. You’re confident that you could overpower her and make a break for it. The question is--is that the right play?

Minerva has been nothing but kind and courteous to you since your arrival. To betray her trust now would be an unforgivable offense, and you really have no idea how to maneuver around this prison.

On top of that, if this truly was one of the Mistress’s tests, attempting to flee could be the point of failure.

You think better of making a break for it, deciding that you’re better off gleaning information about the prison before burning any bridges.

You nod to her. “All right, fine. I believe you.”

She sighs with relief and offers you a conciliatory smile. “For what it's worth, I get it. Maybe my approach was a little too forward.” She looks away with embarrassed eyes. “Sorry, Joshua.”

You attempt to justify your apprehension as you continue to cover your small, erect cock. “This place is full of lecherous, sex-crazed creatures. I just think maybe we should take it slow; maybe we can be different.”

She gives you a half smile and nods slowly. “That’s fair. I shouldn’t have tried to push you. Will you accept my apology, friend?” She offers you her hand.

You carefully bring one of yours up to shake it, feeling the warmth of her touch. Her hand is smooth and delicate, yet her grip is surprisingly powerful.

She grants you another smile, but you can see the pained expression in her eyes. You definitely hurt her feelings.

Minerva stands to her feet and straightens her black and white dress. She bows politely and begins making her way to the exit.

As she locks the cell once more, she looks at you longingly. “I hope you’ll allow me to visit you again, Joshua.”

You nod warmly. “Perhaps next time we can learn more about one another.”

She offers you a genuine smile. “I’d like that.” She bows deeply once more, and takes her leave.

You pace the lonely length of your cell for some time, contemplating the results of your decisions. You allowed your insecurity to win out over companionship. Perhaps the Mistress holds more sway over your actions than you initially thought.

You spend the rest of the day mentally preparing for lesson three.