Epilogue... The Teacher's Pet.

You can't say you're exactly surprised that you ended up the **** of a diminutive dominatrix with a soft voice and a hard heart. Your search history and OnlyFiends account sure aren't shocked to see you crawling behind her on all fours down the unhallowed halls of Hela U. None of your classmates seem all that astounded either, and you doubt anyone had any expectations of you to be disappointed in you.

Besides, the only person you care about is the holder of your heart, the magnificent, malicious, magikally delicious Mistress Madamned Alice. She is perfectly satisfied with you just the way you are, which today is a bubble butted bunny girl with breasts so heavy your bell shaped nipples ring out in aroused agony as they scrape the ground. Your spellcraft has reached mastery level under Mistress' twisted tutelage, but mostly you use it to amuse your Owner by transforming yourself into whatever amuses or arouses her in the moment.

She doesn't even have to waste any effort in crafting lust potions to pump you full with any longer. She just orders you to and you chant, "Ho sdog fo ssenkrad riapsed dna stul! Ehtab em ni sevaw fo tsul!" and watches with wicked whimsy as you writhe on the floor, rubbing your thighs together like you're trying to start a fire. She never relieves you right away, of course, or else it wouldn't be punishment. You don't quite remember why she is punishing you, but you are just grateful she thinks you're worth the effort.

So many other girls pass through her life like water, others are a little 'stickier' but still are cast aside or for some unfathomable reason choose to graduate her class and move on. You however, are never far from your beloved instructor, if only because of the leash. Not that she needs a leash when she holds your heart, quite literally, as one of her prized possesions. Well, she holds what's left of it anyway. It sits on her desk inside a little glass dome as a sort of souvenir slash warning to would be teacher's pets on how seriously she expects them to take the role. Most of it is as intact as the day you offered it to her, but every now and then she takes a little nibble. Sometimes it's when she wants to reward you, like when you endured a several day stretching session on the rack and never once begged her to stop. Sometimes it's when she's feeling romantic, like on your ten year anniversary when she bought you a diamond studded collar and made sweet, surprisingly soft love to you all night long and then took a bite to commemorate the moment. Sometimes, she just feels peckish and steals a little nibble.

You figure at this rate she'll devour your whole heart in a century or two tops. Not that you are in any rush. She needs no heart pact or leash to keep you close, and you couldn't love her any more even if you had ****. Ironically, you think it's the vast power you hold, power that could easily be turned against her should you choose to 'punish' her, that makes you so special to her. Just as the first moment you met, you could walk away. She hasn't eaten enough of your heart to bind you, and you are far more powerful than she is by this point, but her hold on you is stronger than steel, stronger than love even. She holds you captive with her understanding.

Everyone always saw you as weak for submitting, but Mistress sees it as your greatest strength. You have the courage not to fight. You have the willpower to surrender totally. She saw your heart's desire and unlocked it with a chain of love. Not the kind of love you came to Hela U looking for, at least not consciously, but the kind of love you truly wanted, and need, and deserve. The love of a pet from and for her Person. The love of a domesticated animal. The love of a ****.

You know it's not the kind of love you are supposed to be proud of. You know it's twisted and toxic and one sided and warped and wonderful and wild and tamed and terrifying and thrilling and safe and sound and sublime. You know you had different plans, but meeting Mistress M. Alice was your destiny, and your proudest accomplishment has already been achieved. You are the teacher's pet. And you couldn't be prouder. Her other students will come and go, as will her lovers, friends and foes. Only you are prized and privileged enough to be hers for life. Living every day in frustrating fever of lust most often denied, living for the agony as much as the ecstasy, trusting your Mistress to decide when you earn a moment's respite. Loving every moment as long as it's spent looking up at the tiny tyrant. Loving the view, and living...