“To serve!”

“to serve, to be used, to submit, Master. I want to feel what it truly means to be a **** girl, even if just for one night.”

“And if I decide that you will be my **** after tonight?” He asked.

The words sent a shiver down her spine. It was a question she hadn’t allowed herself to consider. The possibility of her darkest fantasy becoming reality was both terrifying and exhilarating. She licked her lips nervously, uncertainty and lust clouding her judgement. “I am your **** for tonight only. Beyond that… Master, this is my first time exploring my new desires. I was a strong, respected and … virile man and have only ever slept with a woman. Many woman. It is said that a man with a high libido when Ruked retains that libido and I fear this is true. You do not understand. Serum girl desires are hard to adapt to, harder to resist and they cannot easily be ignored. My desires are strong and have been frustrated by my former social standing. The raw needs of my weak and submissive state is a hard truth that I am only just beginning to properly understand. I do not wish to shame my family or my former self by becoming a slut but … I fear I will. Tonight I am here to serve your desires, to explore my own. I need to understand myself if I am to accept myself. I would lie if said I had not considered crossing my arms for a master, but that would be the **** of my former self.”

“Do you truly mean that?” He asks.

“Yes, Master. I am here to serve you tonight in any way you wish. To feel the depth of my transformation, to experience the reality of my frustrated fantasies. But I ask that you respect my limits and do not push me to take passion nectar or herbs of fullness,” she replied, her voice quivering slightly, her own words sounding like a lie. She had indulged torrid fantasies of both. And of being a mother.

“What if I was to take you to a tattooist and have that **** mark made permanent with real ink?” He pondered as he stroked her henna **** mark. “You could keep it concealed. The constant peril of the **** mark being discovered and your fate being sealed as a common **** is an arousing thing for a free serum girl I hear. Imagine, any time you could be discovered and your fate a cup girl would be inevitable…” he teased.

Her heart raced at the proposal. The idea of permanently bearing the symbol of her submission was thrilling yet daunting. Being exposed would mean a loss of all status, becoming property. Having no power or control and living at the whims of her master. The room grew quieter as the weight of his words settled upon her. She took a deep breath and nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation. "If it pleases you, Master." Her sex was growing wetter with her submission.

“Tell me about your **** mark. Whose property are you in your deepest?” He asks.

Her eyes searched his, the pupils dilated. “I am no one’s property, Master. I am a free woman playing the role of a **** for one night. The mark is merely a symbol of my desire to submit, to be claimed by you.” You lie. In truth it was the prince’s mark. You had been the princes man. In your fantasies you were the prince’s obedient and loyal woman… no ****. Concubine. Pet.

“That is the prince’s mark though, is it not!” He asked.

Kat felt her cheeks burn with a mix of excitement and fear. “It is the symbol of the House of Leoh, but I wear it as a sign of my willingness to serve my master, for tonight at least.”

“You were a man. A captain… do you not feel shame slut?” He asked teasingly.

The question pierced through her. She had thought about it so many times before, but the serum made her crave the degradation, to be treated as less than a person, to be used and discarded. She took a deep breath and spoke, “I feel shame but… I am what I am, Master. Shame excites me. It is like an aphrodisiac **** that tempts me constantly. There is no way back to my former life and… the serum makes me fantasise about becoming a creature of submissive desire, a vessel for a man’s pleasure. I have fought it every day since I was ruked but my body, my mind, and my very soul crave the discipline of a true master. Yes. As a former man and captain of the Prince it shames me… but in that shame I also see my ultimate ignition. I am a moth to it’s flame.” Her voice was filled with a mix of intense longing and shameful resignation.

The man in black leaned in closer, his eyes gleaming with interest. “Tell me, Kat, what are the boundaries of your masquerade?”

Kat felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine. “I am willing to serve and submit to any desires you wish to explore tonight, Master. I… would be bound and brolled. Teased and gently whipped. Humiliated in public and before my unknowing peers. If I could take a serum to better conceal my identity I would. But I will not permit the use of **** honey and the other things I have mentioned. Herbs and nectar... That... that would be too much, too real for me to handle." She said. She wanted these desperately but had enough sense to deny herself them. And the small remnant of her former masculinity was disgusted with her excitement when her thoughts dwelled on honey, nectar and herbs.

Her master nodded, sensing her conflicted desires and thoughts. “And after tonight. Would you wish to masquerade in the privacy of a man’s chambers every night?” He suggested.

“A man’s chambers?” Her heart raced at the thought, the excitement palpable in the air. The line between reality and fantasy had blurred into something tantalizing. “But that would depend on the man…”

“Kat. You asked the princes man to arrange tonight. I know the prince. Were it not for your steadfast bravery and loyalty it would be the Prince in your position. He owes you. But it would be… inappropriate for him to take advantage of your new serum girl needs or to be seen to cajole you into becoming a cup girl, even if that is your deepest desire. That would be a betrayal of the highest order in the eyes of your family… your friends and peers and former subordinates… in your own eyes. But your prince can see you are struggling and… wants to be your master if that would help.” He said circuitously.

“I am yours to command tonight, Master. After that, we shall see what fate has in store for myself and my prince,” she said mouth dry.

“Kat. Your prince can make you his personal concubine in the privacy of his chambers if that is your wish. You can maintain the illusion of freedom in the keep during the day and serve him in the furs as his property at night. The best of both worlds. What say you my sweet?” He whispered into her ear, his warm breath tickling her neck.

Her eyes widened with astonishment. Was the man in black none other than Prince Karl Leoh himself? Her heart skipped a beat. This was a twist she never saw coming. Did the prince know of her nocturnal masquerade. He had never approached her directly about it. Was he now dressed in the garb and form of as a commoner, offering her a tantalizing reality within the confines of her wildest fantasies.

“Master, I am both flattered and overwhelmed by your proposal,” Kat responded, her voice a tremble. She knew the implications of what he offered. To be the princes personal concubine, to serve him in such an intimate capacity, would be both thrilling and terrifying. Yet, she felt a strange comfort in the idea of maintaining her identity as Captain Kat, serving her prince under the guise of a serum girl's role.