The Lady's

You wanted to wrap your arms around yourself... the rain may have been warm but you were drenched and the stone under foot was cold robbing your shapely legs of body heat. You couldn't stop your eyes from wandering despite her order to keep them down. The grey sky and the expanse of cut stone and lights dotting the far horizons were certainly worth looking at.

The Drow along the path were a curious sort, you could see the glimmer of wonder within their eyes; they had never seen anything like you. And you thought much the same of them, aside from the very few prisoners the Orcs tormented after battle. These Drow all seemed to dress in a manner to impress, aiming to show off their best assets men and women alike. The less attractive they were the more opulent their clothes were while the attractive ones bore more skin... You had to wonder where you fell in that regard. A **** with nothing showing off their most valuable possession; your body.

The castle came and the gate opened without hesitation. Several servants bowing without a word spoken, Datura seemed to instill fear and awe you could tell you'd seen Chieftan's regarded in the same way. "Come Doe we have work to do before you earn your first meal." Food sounded good, and you remembered having to swallow less appetizing things in order to earn scraps, so when she speaks of a 'meal' your mind drifted over to the smells of hearty meat ridden stews and bubbling pots. Once Chief Ornak your favourite had been so impressed with you that he shared in his spoils of a raid, salted pork and pastries were like nothing else!

You'd been daydreaming the entire walk, the castle was nice dry and warm... you were still dripping with rain up until the moment the two of you stopped. "Doe this is where you will be learning how to become my personal ****." She tilted your head up and welcomed your eyes to explore this room.

It was a large room, a wonder of black metal and leather. Littered with strangely shaped contraptions, but you DO recognize shackles, chains, and hooks. The sight of them instantly binging to light the possibilities of this room. Your hands gripping your arms certainly sure of what happened in this room that smelled of sex, the slightest hint of blood and laying over top of it was some sort of sweet smell... like the dresses and bottles Orc's burned for kindling after hitting a noble humey's wagon.

There were others here, a pink humey man chained to the bare black stone wall, spread eagle an elven maiden chained to the floor between his thighs something strapped into his mouth. The wall next to them covered with weapons and tools with a table.

Datura snapped her fingers which brought your eyes back to her instantly. "Doe, time to learn the rules." She led you to the very center of this room, leaving you to stand there quietly as she went to the table and bring back a rod attached to two shackles. She ran the rod through a chain there in the floor and attached the ends to each of your ankles forcing your legs apart.

She untied your hands once you were locked in position. The moment you could you wrapped your arms around your body... instinct as opposed to any shame... even the Orc let you wear rags. Datura retrieved a strange weapon, a flexible rod with a leather tip. She flicked it at you the sharp and sudden pain at the side of your hip forcing you to not cover yourself. "Second lesson Doe, once naked you never hide yourself, understood?"

"Understood miss-tress." She smiled and closed her eyes when you spoke stroking the inside of your thighs with that tool... it caused pain much like a very small whip.

"Good boi, you're improving." You shivered with fear as her weapon came to rest under you hairless balls, your manhood twitching despite you. "Now these belong to me, ALL of you belong to me you will do as I command when and where I command you including telling me the truth about anything I ask of you." Her implement circling around your tool exciting you while at the same time scaring you to **** should she hit you in the most sensitive of spots. "I see your cock works... good. Did your Shaman make you drink anything?"

"Y-yes m-miss-tress." Your lips curl with disgust at the mention of it. It tasted horrible and it made you sick for days.

"I've heard of such magicks, alchemic curses but the effects of this one are rather... unique a shame my men didn't capture the Shaman but we do have you and that makes you all the more valuable as a rarity..." She continued to tease you, an attempt to reach to protect yourself only to have a hand smacked away by her and a disapproving stare. "Now about our third Lesson Obedience, do you understand Obedience?"

"No, Mistress." You'd never heard that word spoken before.

"It means what I told you earlier, it means doing what I tell you when I tell you to... you ARE OBEDIENT... now tell me what you are Doe, and call me Milady this time you've grasped Mistress quite well already."

"O-bee-dee--ent, Mi-lay-dee." You tried your best and she treated you with a soft stroke along the underside of your cock giving you a wonderful feeling. You understood the word now, and she seemed to see that understanding in your eyes when you spoke. Though you were aiming to get that meal, so screwing up and starving was the worst thing that could happen, you'd survive a few lashes but starvation was different.

"Too smart to be an Orc, training their ilk is much harder and you my lovely are by far much prettier." Caressing your backside as she spoke "Now an example of obedience... lets see." She had a wicked look in her eye a dangerous gaze.

What does she have in mind?

-A stool with a false cock sitting upon it, for you to show your willingness to obey your Mistress.

-To suck the cock of the Humey Prisoner across from you.

-To use your cock on the Elven maiden prisoner.

-Or to kneel and worship your Madame's sex, she wants to sample your skills.

(Please comment on your preferred path, it may just come true)