Part 2

After a quick change into a more presentable jacket and leggings, Cecil led the kobold warrior downtown.
They passed many Dark Elves on the way. Each of them stared the kobold down with sneers of cold contempt.
“Well…” She started with a chuckle, “I did storm your city and attacked your people unprompted. I suppose that is to be expected.”
“Ah, don’t mind them,” Cecil reassured her, “They just want me all to themselves.”

Eventually they arrived at the restaurant, Pasta Pazzuri, where the waitress gave the both of them a table for two outdoors under the cover of the awning.
The waitress brought them their menus, and offered them some bread while they waited, and some water with ice.
Madeleine looked up at Cecil. He looked really cute. She looked around at the view. That looked really nice.
Was… Was that a date?
It most certainly was!

That … Was not what being a Champion of the Chief God was supposed to be like.
“Sir Cecil… I must insist! Out there is a whole town of eager young mamono who would be ecstatic in your company! Why me? I do not wish to sully myself in lust or indulgence! I’d rather you go with them instead!”
“Yeah… That’s fair. You’re right, miss Alba. I should probably be honest with you, there is a reason I wanted to be with you today. And… it’s not for you. I had an agenda.” He scratched the back of his head.
“So you admit it!” She barked, “You wished to lead me astray for your own gain!”

“Well… I suppose there’s really no other way to put it. But… I’m experiencing a bit of a crisis in my life. A couple of weeks ago, I found myself being pursued by some potential mistresses with predatory inclination. I was terrified they would take advantage of me. Of course, my chief Victoria got my back. She always does. But… Ever since that incident, I’ve been having these dreams. And in those dreams, I didn’t get away. They got me right where they wanted me. And I find myself at the mercy of their hedonistic whims.”
Madelaine clasped her paws over her mouth, “S-sir Cecil… That’s awful… I had no idea. It must be so terrible. But you are safe now.”
“Ah, actually… The dreams aren’t the problem. Not as such. I actually find them to be quite the rush. Like the ultimate submissive experience.”
She cocked her brow, “I… I see…”

“Yeah. But the thing is, after that rush, nothing quite seems to entice me the same way anymore. It all seems so mild. So contrived. And I’m afraid that if I don’t get myself immersed, I won’t be able to give my clients the experience they deserve.”
“Ah.” Madeleine cleared her throat, “Just to be clear then, it is prostitution we are talking about?”
He sighed, shaking his head, “I’m a subminatrix. I give a session for dominant women to live out all their fantasies. Bondage. Corporal punishment. Degradation. But we ordinarily do not sleep with our clients.”
“Ah, so it is some kind of game. For adults.”

Cecil laughed, “...Yeah, I suppose you could call it that. And that’s kind of why I need this date. I was hoping to go back to the basics. Live one day away from those kinds of expectations and ideas. And kind of get to view all that from the outside. I guess… Your sincerity really moved me. And I feel that right now, more than ever, I could use a big dose of that.”
“Ah…” Madeleine found herself fidgeting in her seat, “I’m… Not entirely sure what to say. Well… I already know, people can have very different ways to show they care. And sir Cecil, although you stand on the side I have sworn my blade against, I can tell you care a lot. And…. And… You also moved me. With your kindness and patience.”
She buried her face in the menu.

Cecil flipped it away from her face, “So? Can I interest you in a good time?”
“Sir Cecil, I believe I am already having a good time. And I do not intend to let you stop any time soon.”
Cecil smiled, “I’m enjoying myself too.”

“Has the couple decided what to order?” The waitress butted in.
“Ah, yes.” The Dog Girl closed her menu and set it on the table, “I’ll take whatever he is having.”
Cecil partially closed his menu, but left his thumb in between, “Can you handle spicey?”
“I love spicey!” She cried.
He closed the menu and let it rest on the table, his smile sharpening “Then I know exactly what to order.”

Four gallons of milk later, the sun had started to set, and Cecil took his Champion companion to Victoria’s House of Subminatrix again. Back to the wardrobe.
Cecil took out a shimmering black folded cloth from the back.
“You are not changing your mind now, and are trying to make me do something uncouth?”
“It’s an outfit, Miss Alba.” Cecil clarified, “It is completely up to you whether you try it on or not. But what you wear on the outside should not affect who you are on the inside. It is but a shell, after all.”
“But if it is but a shell, why do you wish for me to try it out?” Madeleine asked.
“Because, miss Alba, this is latex.” He unfurled the bodysuit, “Latex is just like olive oil.”
She cocked her brow, “Olive oil?”
“Yes. It carries only a subtle flavour. It mostly draws out what is already there. If you are submissive, the tight form will be a mark of vulnerability and exposition. If you are dominant, it will emphasize your freedom of movement and your unfiltered raw presence. I wonder what will happen when mixed with your particular personality. If I do not find out now, the question will haunt me for a long time.”

Her eyes trailed the costume up and down.
“That is… That is just not me!”
“It could be you. But like I said, it is completely up to you.” Cecil assured her.
She glanced at it with a single eye open, “...How do you know it will fit me?”
“The outfits in this wardrobe are all extra flexible. They always fit whoever wears them.”
She snatched it up from Cecil’s hands.
“One peek. And that will be enough.” She headed to the changing room to take off her armour.

Out walked a dramatic living silhouette of a woman, her stocky yet athletic curves glistening against the sharp blackness of the material that stuck to her like a second skin.
“Ah… This thing… Is it hot, or… Am I hot?” She stuttered between pants.
“I’d say about equal part both.” He answered, ”How do you feel?”
“I don’t know… I feel… Different. That’s for sure. Ohhhh… Whatever will I do with myself now?”
She hugged her own latex-clad form.

“Do you want to try it out?” Cecil offered.
“What do you mean?” She asked.
He let his bathrobe fall to the floor, revealing his own latex briefs. He fell to his knees in a crawling position.
“If the royal regalia will not settle it, then perhaps the throne will know the queen when seated.”
She clasped her hot red cheeks, “Oh, no… I couldn’t… I shouldn’t…”

Her mouth said so, but her legs walked closer.
She bent over, and planted her plush rear on his back, resting her weight on him.
“...My face. My body.” She moaned, “My… Ooohh…”
Her tail wagged frantically behind her, also covered in latex.
“Well. Looks like we’ve found our queen.” Cecil announced.

She sprung back up, her paws resting over her chest.
“...Sorry. I think th-this is all I c-could handle....”
“That’s fine.” He rubbed her hair, “You did great for your first go. Do you want to get out of that thing now?”

“Yes.” She answered promptly, “But… Wait. Do you think… If it is fine with you, sir Cecil… C-can I maybe t-try out some things with you… T-together?”
“For you?” Cecil asked, “Absolutely. But since we’re keeping this off the books, let’s keep it quiet for Victoria, shall we?”

They spent the night together, exploring Madeleine’s fantasies and proclivities. She found that she relished being on top, and in charge of a sub who trusted and adored her completely.
The next morning, she donned her armour again, and got ready to move out. She said her farewells to Cecil on the porch.

“Sir Cecil, I am really sorry, but now I must insist.” Madeleine said, tucking the folded bodysuit against her chest, “My Order of the Chief God needs me. I cannot in good conscience delay any longer.”
“That’s fine.” Cecil replied, “I wouldn’t want to keep you.”
“And… You about last night… Are you sure nothing I did was too unbecoming?”

He waved his hand, “Don’t worry. I think I got everything I needed. Now I will have some other dreams waiting for me at night. And this one will empower my performance.”
She blushed to that, hiding her face behind the bodysuit.

Cecil laughed and rubbed her hair, “Be safe now out there.”
“And the same goes to you, sir Cecil.” She turned, peering over her shoulder as she waved, “Fare well!”
“Hope to see you soon!”

On the way out from the Demon Realm, she looked down at the body suit, looking in anticipation.
Kobolds were submissive and obedient by nature. However, if prompted by an impactful experience, or being persistently exposed to a reinforcing experience for a duration…