Lesson Four

Several days pass uneventfully. Stricken with **** boredom and hunger, you find yourself alternating between a regimented workout routine and lazy, idle introspection. Your mind momentarily lingers on the horrifying fate that no doubt has befallen your former friend Minerva, but you do your best to press it from your thoughts. You tell yourself that pity and regret serve no one in this place. And yet…

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Those aren’t the emotions that you feel flooding your mind. You don’t feel pity or remorse for what has happened; you feel aroused.

Aroused by the thought of Minerva being ****, abused, and used for the Mistress’s purposes. You fantasize over all the unspeakable acts that Minerva is currently being subjected to, and you feel your face flush red with desire. Your cock unbiddenly bounces in eager excitement as your mind conjures up scenarios of lecherous, dark design.

This place is getting to you. No, that’s quite right. It has already gotten to you. With each passing day, you feel your consciousness slowly warping into something near unrecognizable. It's not just the Mistress; it's not just her aura; it's these befouled walls. They are steeped in a saccharine taint that threatens to turn even the most chaste-hearted into a debaucherous, sex-crazed monster.

The sane part of yourself that still remains offers little resistance against the tendrils of corruption that have coiled around your consciousness. You know that there’s little point in even trying, and with each passing day, you grow less and less concerned with the consequences.

You let out a deep sigh and decide to try something that you haven’t before. You close your eyes and place your hands upon the smooth stone wall behind you. You push out every intrusive thought and attempt to focus. Rather than run away from the corrupting influence of this place, you seek it out. After all, if you cannot fight it, then perhaps you can use it.

As you silently probe the thrumming, chaotic power of this place, you feel a warming sensation envelop you, much like a blanket. You feel a sense of belonging here; a sense of purpose. As you welcome this sensation, you feel it grant you a strong premonition of the future. The Mistress will be returning tonight. Lesson four is imminently on the horizon.

A slight smile creeps upon your lips. You’ve been waiting for this moment.

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Several hours pass, but eventually you hear the sounds of footsteps approaching from down the hallway. You open your eyes in surprised satisfaction as the power bestowed upon you by this place is all but confirmed.

You quickly reposition yourself to the center of the room and adopt the suppliant, kneeling posture that is expected of you.

As the Mistress enters into view, she locks her golden, shimmering eyes upon your prepared, perfect posture. She regards you for a moment and audibly hums in contemplation. Finally, after a lengthy internal deliberation, she reaches a decision and waves off her guards.

You feel a tinge of worry and delight at this new development. As the Mistress fiddles with the lock on your cell door, you can’t help but wonder what it means. If she doesn’t feel the need for guards, perhaps that means she finally trusts you?

The Mistress closes the door behind her, but doesn’t even bother locking it.

She struts toward you with a determined expression upon her face, and you do your best to beam with excitement at the return of your Mistress.

Standing over you now with patient, expectant eyes, you feel her bathe you once more in her corrupt, radiant aura. Your posture is already perfect, and the sincere smile on your face gives way to the now routine phrase: “Hello Mistress, how may I serve you today?”

The Mistress looks down upon your perfect performance with loving, approving eyes.

She runs her fingers through your hair in motherly delight. “Lesson one taught you submission. Lesson two and three taught you how to pleasure your Mistress with your body. You have performed superbly in every task presented to you, and I’m so proud of the progress that you have made.”

You look up at her with pride and nod slightly. “Thank you, Mistress.”

She cups your cheeks in the practiced palms of her hands and gives you an anticipatory grin.

“Normally, lesson four ups the sexual ante, so to speak. The **** is tasked with pleasuring multiple individuals at once. It's a good way to test the extent of their abilities…but such a task would be wasted on stock as capable as you.”

You crook your head slightly in her hands to signify your confusion.

She rubs your face adoringly and continues: “I already know that you are more than capable of completing lesson four. You’ve proven it time and again. So we’re going to move things forward a little faster. Time for lesson five.”

You blink at her for a moment in shock as the importance of this statement begins to manifest in your mind. You see the Mistress’s golden eyes searching your face for a response, and you manage to fumble one out.

“Yes, M-Mistress. Thank you Mistress for giving me the opportunity to accelerate my training.”

“I don’t give anything that you haven't earned. Luckily for you, lesson five is really quite simple. We’re nearing the end of your training, and soon you will be fulfilling your expected duties.”

The Mistress begins undoing the tight-fitting lace black corset that barely manages to contain her voluptuous bust. “Before that, however, there remain a few minor details that must be attended to.”

You feel your small cock swell with arousal as the Mistress’s supple breasts slowly spill forth from her removed top. You feel enraptured by the sight as she squeezes her perfect pillowy mounds of flesh together in an erotic display.

“Lesson five is about acceptance. You are a part of this place now. You belong to me. Your body belongs to me. Perhaps at one point you had convinced yourself that you were playing a role in order to survive, but that is no longer the case…and you’re about to prove it.”

You nod eagerly as the sight of the Mistress’s massive mammaries captivates your mind. “Yes, Mistress. What must this pet do?”

She chuckles slightly as she kneels to level with your gaze. “You are so much more than that, remember? You’re my prized possession. It's time for your physical form to reflect that honorific.”

Her hypnotizing gaze lures you in, punching a hole through the meager defenses that yet fortified your mind. She pinches one of her puffy, swollen nipples and gives you a wicked smirk. “Drink.”

Your mind goes dark. The thrumming corruption of this place replaces the beating of your heart. The words of your Mistress are lyrical and all-consuming.

Drink. Drink. Drink. Drink. Drink. Drink.

You don’t remember responding. But you must have. It probably sounded something like this.