Try Again, Slut. Lesson One.

Caged, gagged, bound, and naked as you are, you experience yet another restless night of sleep. You awaken groggily to the sound of footsteps on stone. Opening your eyes, you see the now familiar figures of the Mistress and her armed guards strutting up to the entrance of your cell.

You sit against the far back of the wall and attempt to shake your mind from its sleepy stupor. As the Mistress fumbles with her keys, you marvel at the improved condition of your body. Sure, it still stings a little, and your bruises haven’t entirely faded, but your suffering has decreased rather considerably. Minerva certainly knows her medicine…

On the other hand, that drink she gave you was definitely spiked with something. After quaffing it, you immediately felt hot and needy with lust, and that feeling hasn’t dissipated. At least the substance slaked your thirst a little? You’re not sure what the girl’s motivations are, but overall, you’re confident that you made the right choice in accepting her aid.

As you ponder these details, the Mistress enters your cell and makes for the center of the room. She leers at your naked, bound body as you shrink against the back wall.

“Today is the day, slut. Today is the day that you will prostrate yourself before me and apologize for your abysmal behavior. And, if I’m feeling merciful, perhaps I’ll even let you complete lesson one.” Upon saying this, her lithe fingers begin beckoning you forward.

A look of disdain crosses her face as you hesitate to obey her order.

“Get over here, slut. Right now.” She forcefully slams her black boot into the floor. You see a determined hunger growing in her golden, glowing eyes. It's clear that she is in a particularly impatient mood.

You’ve had time to think about how you’d handle her today, and you’ve finally made up your mind. You just hope it isn’t a horrifying mistake.