Lesson Two

As you while away the tedious and lonely hours of the day, you feel your mind lingering on lascivious thoughts; thoughts that heretofore would have radically repulsed you. Your eyes shift lustfully to the bowl as you recall with meticulous clarity the taste, texture, and smell of the Mistress’s jism. Your need for nourishment hasn’t been replaced, but the importance of it seems superseded somehow by a swelling internal desire to serve.

You know that you must take care in consuming too much of the Mistress’s musky spunk. The potent effect that it had on your mind after a single dose speaks to its efficacious quality.

As you contemplate how best to balance your need for sustenance and your emergent need to submissively serve, you see the domineering silhouette of the Mistress strut into view. She is unsurprisingly accompanied by her guards, as she once more opens and swiftly enters your cell. You instinctively shy away as she makes her way to the center of the room. She looks impatiently at your naked, huddled body, motioning you forward.

You slowly slink your way over, kneeling before her in a show of servile submission. You once more straighten your back, flash her a beaming smile, and state the words:

“Hello Mistress, how may I serve you today?” As the words exit your mouth, you find yourself feeling slightly altered in some way. You spoke the words with the same fervor as before, but your performance comes off more naturally this time; disturbingly so, in fact.

The Mistress nods approvingly with a knowing look in her golden eyes. “From the very start, I knew you were a special sort of slut.”

She lightly caresses your cheek. “It’s a rare thing when a **** proves me right so early in their training.”

You feel flushed both with pride and humiliation as the Mistress smirks down on you. She grips your jaw firmly and tilts your gaze up to hers.

“You likely yet think yourself a pretender, but your true nature will be revealed here.”

She flashes you a toothy grin as her tongue darts over her shapely lips. “The sooner that happens, the better.”

“So, say it again.” She punctuates this command with a forceful slam of her boot on the stone floor.

You feel the unbidden rush of adrenaline course through your body. You do your best to maintain your composure and suppliant posture, as you stare into your demanding Mistress’s expectant eyes.

You swallow your apprehension, and dutifully repeat the phrase before even considering the consequences: “Hello Mistress, how may I serve you today?”

“Good boy.” The Mistress’s spade-tipped tail flicks back and forth happily as she begins to remove her tight-fitting booty shorts. “Now that you’ve mastered lesson one, you can begin learning how to answer that question.”

Her half-masted member flops out suddenly from her shorts as she lecherously regards your impressed expression.

Her engorged phallus bobs suggestively in the air mere inches from your face. The smell is intoxicating, and you can barely contain your growing compulsion to lick up the glob of precum slowly pooling from the tip.

She runs her practiced, forceful fingers through your hair as you lustfully inspect her burgeoning organ.

“A good slut knows to ask their Mistress what she wants unbidden. Is that what you want, to be a good slut?”

Your mind feels foggy and distant as you attempt to track what she’s saying.

“--Because I don’t think so. I think you wish to be the perfect slut. Good won’t do for you.”

“I’m going to help you get there, but for now…we’ll start with your first order.” She leers hungrily down at you.

“Suck.”

You feel mesmerized by the swaying motion of your Mistress’s girl-cock, but her carnal order manages to lift you slightly from your sexual stupor.

Suck…that? Would it fit? You’ve never sucked a cock before. Would you be any good at it? You attempt to shake the thoughts from your mind.

You hazily recall your dilemma: nourishment versus addiction. You seemingly can’t have one without the other. Should you simply accept your new lot in life, or is there another way?

You went above and beyond her expectations for lesson one, so surely she would show you a modicum of mercy, should you choose to delicately decline today’s demands.

On the other hand, continuing to show her your supreme gratitude this early on could earn you even greater leniency in the future. Plus, that meal of hers does sound mighty appetizing…

She looks down on you with rapt, anticipatory attention, as you contemplate how best to handle lesson two.