Once More, With Passion.

You know what’s coming, and you know what will be expected of you.

As you while away the tedious and lonely hours of the day, your mind incessantly fails to ignore your growing need for nourishment. You are famished.

You already said the words, now it's just a matter of saying them convincingly. Surely that small concession is worth the alleviation of your malnutrition?

But perhaps it isn’t. The Mistress claims that lesson one is the simplest, but in truth, you found nothing simple about it. The thought of supplicating yourself before such a haughty bitch really rubs you the wrong way.

As you sit against the back wall of your cell for a seemingly endless span of time, you finally reach a decision.

It's a painful one, but one you can live with.

In time, the Mistress and her armed guards expectantly return and enter your cell. You’ve been waiting, and you’re ready to do what must be done.

She strolls to the center of the room, and beckons you toward her. The look in her eyes is expectant, domineering, and determined. You hope that you’re not about to make a big mistake.