No

Every instinct is telling you to obey this perfect, beautiful woman, to do whatever she says, despite how unappetizing the food looks...but it's just to gross!

"I'm sorry, m'lady," you say, putting the tray on the ground and standing up. "But I'm not hungry."

She looks absolutely appalled, like no one had ever said no to her before. But you blink, and she has returned to the serene, beautiful happy face she had before.

"Oh, it's OK, dear," she says. "What is your name, by the way?"

"John, my lady. John Doe."

"Well, John, give me a hug!" she says, holding her arms out.

You agree, and she pulls you in deep, your face pressed between her breasts. You can't smell anything but her perfume. Her sweet, intoxicating perfume. You could just smell it all dayyyyyyy....

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You awake once more. This time, however, you aren't in a warm, cozy library, but rather a cold, foreboding dungeon cell. You are completely nude, and strapped to a wall. You look around, and see nothing but a table covered in various black items.

The door to the cell opens, and in walks Lady Greenfeather. At least you think it's Lady Greenfeather--as opposed to the flowing gown she once wore, she is now wearing tight-fighting black leather, her hair pulled back in a braid. In her hand she carries a whip.

"John, John, John..." she says, shaking her head. "You've been a very bad boy! I'm a queen, and peasants like you must always obey their queen."

She saunters over to you, and leans in close to your face. Despite her malicious grin and strange clothes, her gorgeous eyes and fruity perfume once again make you light-headed. "Let's start your punishment easy. From her on out, I want you to call me 'Mistress'. Can you do that? Say, 'Of course, Mistress!'"