Lesson One. Submit, Slut.

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 up 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 attempt to sit yourself up. Your body barely responds, as pain courses through your reddened, inflamed flesh. You feel a moment’s worth of regret for not taking that Demon-girl up on her offer. Sure, it could have been a trap, but in hindsight, had it not been, you’d likely be in a much better position right now.

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 far 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 feel an intense need for nourishment. How much longer can this go on? What awaits you on the other side of prolonged and deliberate disobedience?

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.