Lie to the Mistress: Protect Minerva

As the Mistress lords over you with a leering disposition, you feel an overwhelming compulsion to tell her the truth.

At the same time, the thought of betraying Minerva pains you to the core. Perhaps there’s some half-truth that would suffice?

You peer up at her with sad submission and nod your head. “Yes, Mistress. I ejaculated yesterday.”

The Mistress clicks her tongue in disappointment. “Tsk tsk tsk. Did you masturbate, ****? I don’t recall giving you permission to touch yourself.”

You shake your head with wide, fervorous eyes. “N-no, Mistress! I didn’t, I swear!”

She furrows her brow, cocking her head to the side. “So what, then? Does the energy of this place arouse you? Do you mean to tell me that you had an unbidden orgasm?” She pushes you against the wall and presses her knee roughly into your crotch. “Explain, ****. Right now.”

You groan as you feel the Mistress press against you. “Yes, Mistress…this place, your touch--it consumes my thoughts at all hours, I--”

The Mistress grips your throat with powerful fingers and leans in close. You feel her hot, moist breath brush against your sensitive flesh as her corrupt energy slowly seeps into you.

You melt in the Mistress’s controlling arms as you gaze up into her fiery, golden eyes. Your mind blanks as you willfully surrender into her powerful embrace.

The Mistress snaps her fingers, dragging your pliable mind back to reality. “Uh uh uh. Finish your thoughts.”

You shake the fog from your mind and attempt to recall where you were in the statement. “I, uhh…I--It was a w-wet dream, Mistress. I was longing for your touch; fantasizing about being your eternal free use slut. The dream turned me on so much that I--”

You shift your gaze away in feigned embarrassment. “When I woke up, I saw my spilled seed on the floor, and realized what had happened. I was so afraid that you might see, that I--”

“Shhh…” The Mistress adoringly strokes your hair. “You’re not to blame for all of this. When needy sluts like you are denied for so long, these things tend to happen.”

The Mistress grins at you lecherously. “Did you clean up after yourself?”

You blush at the implication of her inquiry. “Y-yes, Mistress. Of course, Mistress.”

She hands you the dog bowl filled with your own ejaculate. “As you should. We don’t waste semen here. Eat it.”

You frown at the thought of lapping up your own jism, but you’d hate to anger the Mistress over something so small. You feel a wicked, shameful arousal course through your body as you lick up the droplets of your own ejaculate.

The Mistress ruffles your hair happily. “Good boy.”

As she moves to collect her belongings, she looks back at you with a resolute stare. “I’m glad to hear that you were not disloyal, but I want to make something clear. You’re my perfect pet; no one else's. I do not share my favorite sluts with anyone. Do you understand?”

You dip your head affirmatively.

“That means no cumming without my permission. It also means that you do not pleasure others without my permission. Understood?”

You incline your head once more. “Yes, Mistress. This pet understands.”

“See that you do. I don’t want to have this conversation again.”

You walk to the center of the room and submissively kneel before her.

She offers you a curious look. “Hmm? What--were you expecting to be fed?”

You bite your lip sheepishly. “Y-yes, Mistress.”

The Mistress snickers as she inspects your stomach. “You’ve been fed well enough. Don’t want you getting fat now, do we?” She playfully pushes her booted foot against your belly.

You shake your head dejectedly in response; bashfully looking away as the Mistress makes fun of you.

“If you’re that **** for my seed, feel free to dig some of it out of your ass. That ought to sustain you.” She chortles with husky delight at the thought.

The Mistress then wordlessly begins to make her exit. As she locks the cell door behind her, she gazes at you with a dutiful look. “I have a number of tasks that require my attention, so I will be very busy for the foreseeable future.”

You bob your head in a show of understanding.

The Mistress continues. “Of course, that means you will have an ample amount of time to prepare for lesson four. I expect that you will give me a bigger load next time.” She gives you a sultry wink.

You meet her gaze once more and **** a suppliant smile. “Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”

With that, the Mistress unceremoniously takes her leave.

You make your way to the corner of the cell and silently smile to yourself in deceptive self-indulgence. It seems that you managed to pull the wool over the Mistress’s eyes.

As a result:

-The Mistress trusts you more.

-The Mistress likes you so much that she doesn’t want to share you.

-The Mistress has high expectations for your future.

-Minerva will not be punished, and presumably will visit you soon.

You have an untold amount of time between now and lesson four. There’s no telling what that challenge may bring, but you want nothing more than to exceed the Mistress’s expectations.

You spend the rest of your day in mental preparation.