Tell the Truth: Betray Minerva

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

The thought of betraying Minerva pains you deeply, but lying to your beloved Mistress would be an unforgivable sin.

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.”

“I-it was a girl!” You blurt forth without consideration. “She seduced me; She touched me! 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. “Who? What does she look like? Was she foolish enough to give you a name?”

You melt in the Mistress’s controlling arms as you gaze up into her fiery, golden eyes. Even in such a compromised position, you feel eager to give the Mistress whatever she desires.

You bob your head affirmatively. “Yes, Mistress. She said her name was Minerva.”

The Mistress licks her lips in thoughtful consideration for a moment before releasing her fingers from your throat. “I suppose I’m not surprised. Some sluts never learn.”

You give the Mistress an inquisitive look as she slowly strokes your hair. “You’re not to blame for all of this. I never strictly told you to withhold your orgasms until today. I should have made that rule abundantly clear from the start.”

She hands you the dog bowl filled with your own ejaculate. “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 want to make something clear. You’re my perfect pet. 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 dutifully 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 knowing look. “Go on, then. Ask your question.”

You frown with embarrassment. “Am I that easily read, Mistress?”

She snorts, offering you a wicked smile. “Your mind is mine, little pet. Don’t act so surprised.”

You bow your head in acknowledgement as you muster up the courage to state your inquiry. “I-I just was wondering about Minerva. What will happen to her?”

The Mistress crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow at you. “What do you care? Don’t tell me that you've developed feelings for that clever cunt.”

“N-no, Mistress--I belong to you! I was just curious, that’s all…”

The Mistress sighs and eventually relents. “She will be punished according to her crimes, which means that I will be very busy for the foreseeable future.”

You look down helplessly as you contemplate the terrible fate that you’ve brought down on Minerva.

The Mistress continues. “Of course, that means you will have ample time to prepare for lesson four. I expect that you will continue to impress me, so use your time wisely.”

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 mourn for Minerva. You didn’t know her for long, but she seemed like a nice girl. You’re confident that you will never see her again.

Pushing the thoughts from your mind, you try to look at the positive side of this outcome.

-The Mistress trusts you more as a result.

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

-The Mistress has high expectations for your future.

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

You spend the rest of your day in mental preparation.