Arcane Whore Pt. 04

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The night of sleep I had was incredibly deep. My mind and body had been overwhelmed by exhaustion and seemed to relish in the chance to finally fully relax.

When I finally did wake up, with the faint rays of daylight that managed to get into my room falling across my face, I felt incredibly well rested. Yet I felt a strange nagging worry that the dreams I had been having of which I could only remember fragments had been affecting me in some way. They possibly were a result of my mind being warped and changed. I only vaugely remembered some feelings from the dreams and in most there had been an underlying sensation of helplessness, of being controled by others. I wasn't sure if this was a magical effect of some kind or if it was simply my mind trying to deal with my lack of control over my body and life.

As I slowly sat up I immediately recognized that dramatic physical changes had happened over night from the progression of my Shaped by desire ability. It was an incredibly odd feeling to have almost nothing about how I felt recognizable in any way.

The first thing I noticed was my hair was substantially longer, easily an extra foot of length putting it at around my mid to lower back. It seemed to be a darker black than it had been before somehow and also seemed to have an almost supernatural sheen to it. It felt so silky it made me think of the feeling of liquid as it ran over my fingers.

Staring at my hair led to me noticing my fingers, they had changed as well. There had been some subtle changes after the first level of Shaped by Desire, but now they barely looked anything like my old hands. They were thin and graceful, delicate and soft, all the small blemishes and scars were gone. I noted that my nail polish would need to be redone as the nails had grown slightly as well. The thought made me feel strange when I really thought about it, why did it feel natural that I should want to make my nails look good?

Unwilling to lose myself to more introspection and feeling oddly excited to see all of the new changes in myself. I moved to get out of bed and when I felt my body move, some more changes were immediately noticeable.

Staring down I reached for my chest and gently squeezed one of the most obvious and dramatic changes. I had tits, they filled my hands and I marveled at how smooth and perfect they felt. They were incredibly sensitive and had grown to the size of what I guessed were B cups based entirely on just hearing people talking about tits, but absolutely no real frame of reference. All that to say they were slightly more than a handful for me.

Nearly getting lost in the feeling of my hands on my new tits, I reminded myself that I was trying to look at all of the changes and I needed to get to a mirror right away. Leaping out of bed I was breathing hard and I could feel myself on the verge of what had to be a something between intense excitement and a panic attack as I felt my mind running wild with the possibilities of what I had become.

I had to see myself, I needed to know what had happened to my body. It almost felt like I was still dreaming. In spite of knowing they had happened none of the changes felt real to me yet.

Hurrying to stand in front of the mirror I felt my body moving differently than before. My movements had a noticeable grace to them that was impossible not to see or feel. Somehow even though it was entirely new to me, I could move better now than I could with my old body without even trying.

Getting to the mirror I nearly screamed as I saw a beautiful girl standing where I expected to see myself. I truly thought for a moment that I was looking at someone else. The reality of what I was seeing just didn't make sense. I legitimately had the thought "how did someone get into my room?"

As I stared the beautiful girls mouth fell open in clear surprise and I wondered when she would scream and tell me to get the fuck out.

After a second or two my brain caught up with reality, and I realized I was looking at myself. Despite knowing that was what I was looking at, it still didn't make any sense to me. The feeling of disconnection from my reality was intense and it took a very long time of simply staring at myself before I managed to recognize some very small aspects and features of my old face. Looking at the rest of my body however brought back the feeling of disconnection. There was nothing about the rest of my body that I could recognize at all.

I have no idea how long I actually stood there, just staring at the face and try to absorb that this was the new me. It also wasn't lost on me how this was only 5 out of 8 steps towards my final transformation with my ability Shaped by Desire. This strange new face was going to change even more, though how the ability would make me even more beautiful was unclear to me. The new face I was looking at already seemed perfect, gorgeous beyond what I would have ever imagined.

As time went on and I was able to deal with the strange disconnect with my body I began to examine it. I had many more moments of overwhelming confusion and even panic as I did. The entire experience was incredibly surreal.

None of that was to say I didn't like my new body. How could anyone not like being made incredibly beautiful. The hard part for me was how dramatically and overtly feminine my body now was. It was incredibly difficult for me still to see myself as a woman, to actually feel feminine. There was an intense awkwardness about it for me that I had no idea how to deal with.

As I continued to let my mind wander through all the confusing feelings and thoughts. I thought about how I looked before now, how I had felt about my own appearance, and being a man.

I soon came to the conclusion that I had disliked or been indifferent about most of my features and how my body had felt, nothing about being masculine had ever truly felt all that important to me as being a skinny and underfed street rat was all anyone had ever seen me as. Survival had been more important than anything else, and the idea of looking good or being attractive had never been something I had even tried to put any efforts toward.

As I continued to see and absorb all of the changes to my body it gave me a strange nagging feeling that I had lost something. I had lost any connection to who I used to be and the life I had been living up until now. I also couldn't really say if that was a good or bad thing, my old life had been complete shit after all, was my new one better?

The answer to that question was far too complicated for me to sort out, undoubtably some parts of my life were far better, others I had no idea how to feel about.

Eventually I was fairly certain I had found and examined all of the extensive changes to my body.

My hair had grown dramatically, and gained a supernatural sheen to it and almost seemed to be a shade darker than black.

Facial features had shifted and changed in small but impactful ways becoming noticeably more feminine and soft around the edges and in the features.

In general my whole body had become more evenly balanced, which had to be the cause of my much easier graceful movements, my body was simply better aligned and efficient. An example of this was one of my eyes had always been slightly higher up on my face than the other, a tiny inconsequential difference that wasn't even really noticeable. But now both of my eyes were entirely even. After my exhaustive examination I was fairly certain I was perfectly balanced.

Helping to allow me to spot all these changes was the next change, my eyes. They had gotten slightly larger and were a brighter blue color than before. But more importantly my vision had gotten much clearer, I could see details in things I hadn't ever noticed before and colors seemed more vibrant. The difference was very apparent as I examined myself and recognized that I didn't feel the need to squint all the time anymore.

My somewhat cooked teeth which had been stained and even had one or two missing with my prior form. Were now perfectly straight and all of the missing teeth had regrown. They were all bright white and far cleaner looking and feeling than I had ever known was possible. Old lingering aches and sensitivity in them I had just lived with before was completely gone.

On my skin in general there wasn't a pimple or blemish that I could find anywhere. Old scars and faint marks I had vanished, my skin also felt far smoother than before. There was still some body hair growing back on my underarms and legs, but there was none on my face or chest any longer. Any hair that was still on my body also seemed like it was far thinner and softer than before.

The shape and size of my shoulders and torso had been changed, it took me some time to recognize it and I had no idea just how much it had changed but there was no doubt that they had been made more narrow which had the additional effect of making my new tits look even bigger than they actually were.

Along with that my waist had undoubtably narrowed and my hips had grown wider and much softer with padding. It was hard to come up with a measurement as I couldn't compare my new self to my old self, but it was a very noticeable difference.

Directly adjacent to that, my ass was one of the biggest changes. It was huge compared to before. I couldn't help but stare at it as it looked fantastic. The cheeks were thick, bouncy and perfectly smooth. It had a perfect heart shape to it, and when I hopped up and down it jiggled in a mesmerizing way.

Staring at my own ass was incredibly strange for me because I rationally knew it was my own ass, but some part of me couldn't help but look at it like it was a pornstar's ass and it started to turn me on. It was very confusing and I spent a very long time staring at it.

Matching the new ass my thighs were also perfectly smooth, thick and soft. My feet and calves were smaller, more delicate, and softer looking, I had never been all that into feet or anything like that but I couldn't deny my new feet were cute.

The final and strangest thing about me that had changed was my cock, which now looked even more out of place on my incredibly feminine body. I stared at it for a good while as well unable to figure out how I felt about it. It had shrunk quite a lot since the last change. Now when it was soft it was barely even an inch long. Similarly my balls had shrunk as well. They were now each the size of mini marshmallows and the sack was similarly much reduced and strangely smooth. If you looked quickly it wasn't hard to imagine that you might not notice they were even there at all.

This wasn't the only change to my cock. I discovered the new change when I had been staring at my own ass and trying to sort through all the confusing feelings I was having about it, and as I had been doing so I had been absentmindedly stroking my tiny cock. Then when I felt a small tingle of pleasure from my touch, the physical response was immediate and shocking. Pulled away from staring at my own ass I looked down as the tiny cock in my hand grew dramatically in size.

It seemed to expand beyond what was physically possible. When it finished expanding it was a thick and girthy seven inches. Much larger than I had before these changes had started.

That wasn't all though. As I stared in confusion at the large cock in my hand, somehow it was really hard to see it as a mans cock. There was something about it that seemed different, it was almost entirely smooth and weirdly gave me the vibe of femininity in some way. Maybe it was due to a pearlescent shine on it or possibly the shape. I had no idea how to wrap my head around what I was looking at. But I added it to the list of incredibly mind boggling changes I was trying to process and understand.

My self exploration and attempts to find and understand all of the changes to my body took a very long time, eventually I reached a point where I was completely overwhelmed and I moved to go back and lay in my bed.

As I did so, I glanced at the clock on the wall. I paused for a moment when I saw the time and then I felt an intense rush of adrenaline that woke me back up immediately.

It was already 11am. Silas would be expecting me to be ready at noon. Which meant I had nowhere near enough time to do everything I would need to in order to be ready.

I rushed back into the bathroom and pulled out my enema kit first, rapidly setting it up and flushing myself out. It was incredibly uncomfortable and awkward like always, now even more strange with my changed body, but also after last night and riding that dildo I understood why I needed to do it. After several flushes of my insides where I needed to use my spit as lube for inserting the nozzle as I lacked anything more effective, then I leapt into the shower.

I rapidly cleaned myself and went over my body with a razor to find any of the places where hair still grew. By the time I was done with those tasks however it was fifteen minutes until noon and I knew I was absolutely fucked, there was no way I was gonna be done in time.

I frantically started doing my makeup. A short time later as I was trying to make my eyeliner even, I heard my door open. Looking at my face it was undeniable that I had rushed and done things sloppily.

Silas moved to stand in the doorway of my bathroom and stared down at me his eyes examining my fully naked form from top to bottom.

I stared back at him frozen in place feeling incredibly vulnerable and also guilty for having failed to be ready for him.

"Finish your makeup, but do it correctly, then come out here." He said with a concerningly calm and unbothered tone before he turned around and walked further into my room.

Feeling incredibly nervous about what was about to happen I quickly cleaned off my poorly applied makeup and much more slowly redid it. I listened to the subtle suggestions from my makeup artist skill and things went much better if still slowly. By the time I was done it was 12:20 and I slowly walked out of the bathroom my arms wrapped around my new tits, my heart was pounding as I looked at Silas, I knew I was in trouble but I had no idea how bad it would be.

Silas was seated on the side of my bed holding a shard of crystal and clearly examining something in his status menus as he had a distant far away look in his eyes. However that changed rapidly as I walked towards him. His golden eyes snapped into intense focus on me as I moved closer to him and nervously played with my still damp hair. I clenched my thighs together tightly and crossed them as I stood there hiding my cock between my thighs as I covered my tits with my arm.

"Spread your legs and put your hands behind your head, push those new tits out for me to see." He said with that same calm and assured voice like it was a given that I was going to obey him.

He wasn't wrong in assuming this. Despite feeling resentful about how nonchalant he was being and how clear his power was over me. I obeyed with only a moment of hesitation.

As I put my hands behind my head I pushed my long and silky hair back over my shoulders and slid my feet to shoulder width. I tried to look confident and calm as I arched my back to push my tits out for him to see. I new I looked good, I did my best to think about that as I felt the trembling nervous energy running through me. Part of me couldn't help but be curious and excited to hear what he thought of my new body.

Silas stood up from the bed, his enormous body moving and I realized another change that I hadn't noticed before now was that I was shorter. I had been 5"4' before changing and I guessed I might have lost an inch or two. It was a small change but along with everything else it made me feel that much smaller and weaker standing before this golden god of a man.

He stepped forward towering over me pausing for a moment then his hands reached out and gently stroked my breast.

I couldn't stop a gasp at the sensations and my whole body trembled.

His other hand soon joined in his exploration and he gently caressed and palmed my tits. I felt like a rabbit in the mouth of a wolf that hadn't bit down yet. As he gently stroked my nipples the pleasant and tingling sensations were another surprise, my nipples were undoubtably more sensitive than they had been before, and his light teasing brought me to the point where I couldn't hold back a small moan.

Silas stopped right afterwards, leaving me strangely frustrated and flushed after all of his delicate touching and teasing.

"Well it seems like many things have changed haven't they." Silas said with the same calm emotionless tone and I saw his eyes looking down at my crotch.

It was then that I realized my cock had grown to its new and impressive size.

Silas seemingly unfazed reached down and gripped my thick shaft. I squeaked as his fingers wrapped around me and tugged. I could feel the start of a building desire within me immediately and knew that if Silas wanted to he could have me begging for permission in minutes.

"This has got to be the girliest cock I have ever seen." He said in a light almost amused tone as he squeezed me, making me squirm and try to hold back another moan.

I was unsure of how to feel about the fact that I was enjoying the feel of a man's hand on my cock. I knew that it was silly to be hung up on the idea after everything that I had done in the last couple days. But it was yet another thing that confirmed my new reality, that I was a girly sissy, that I was turned on by men and the feeling of their hands on my body made me excited.

Silas let go of my cock then and I nearly moaned again in frustration. My conflicted feelings were then interrupted by his words.

"While your cock is a unique and interesting feature of your new form I am not interested in seeing it, and I don't think there will be much call for you to use it all that much. Now go get your cage and bring it back to me." He said.

I felt my stomach sink as I heard what he wanted me to do. I hated the cage, hated how it both hurt me and constantly reinforced the control Silas had over me. Again of course there was no way I was going to say anything against his order, I was fairly certain I was already in trouble and I knew it was useless to argue with him anyway.

Going over to the bag next to my front door I picked out the hateful device and moved to return to the place I had been before.

"Put it on yourself." Silas ordered.

My cock was still stiff so I did my best to calm down and let it fade. I closed my eyes and carefully didn't touch it and tried to calm my mind and go into a meditative state I tried not to think about how hard my cock was, or how badly I wished that I could stroke it. It was frustrating and difficult to push down the feelings of desire but after a couple of minutes I felt my cock start to soften. Then as it finally shrunk enough I carefully slid the ring over my shaft and balls then took the flat disk portion and pressed it against the head of my now softer cock, uncomfortably compressing it to be an entirely flat disk. When the disk aligned with the ring, it seemed to shift with a magnetic pull and then locked into position. I then felt it adjust itself, the magic resizing it. The ring around my balls having the shrink substantially to find any kind of grip on my soft and small mound, the cap seeming to shrink as well and eventually settling into place leaving me confined once again in a constant tight irritating state if constant pressure.

Looking down at it back in its cage, it looked different after all of the changes I had gone through. My balls being smaller made them stick out less. Them being smoother made it almost hard to tell there was anything there at all. I could tell now that it had resized that the cage was much smaller than before and would be even less noticeable than it had been before, it might even be possible, as long as I had some underwear on, to pass as fully female.

"Now, look at the time." Silas said, his words pulling my attention away from my self examination and reminding me that I was in trouble for being late.

I glanced over at my clock, saw it was 12:32 and then looked back at him unsure of what he wanted me to do.

"How much time do you now owe me for?" Silas said in that same concerningly calm tone.

"Umm thirty two minutes... sir." I mumbled unsure of how I should be acting.

A feeling of dissonance hit me as I spoke and I heard my own voice. This was the first time I had spoken since I woke up. My voice was entirely unrecognizable. It was undeniably feminine, soft and musical, with a sensual quality to it that made me want to hear it more, and gave me the passing idea that maybe I could learn how to sing.

I was unable to go deeper into that daydream as Silas continued speaking, his words pulling me back into the present.

"That is correct. So how do you think you should pay me for those minutes? How should I reinforce how much I dislike tardiness? Do you have any ideas?"

I stared at him blankly, completely at a loss as to how I should respond, still trying to get over how strange I sounded. I also felt myself getting increasingly nervous as my mind began running wild with possible ways Silas could choose to punish me.

Eventually I just shook my head and mumbled my response.

"No sir... I don't have any ideas."

"Well that makes sense. You are an untrained sissy after all, it isn't your job to think. It is your job to obey. That means in order to correct your behavior, I will have to go with one of the methods that never fails to get results. Come and lay over my lap."

He said the last as he sat down on the side of the bed once again.

I stared at him confused for a moment then realized what he was going to do. I felt a rush of humiliation and anger as the idea of this man spanking me made its way into my mind.

No matter how angry the idea of it made me however I was completely aware of how completely helpless I was in this situation and how I would be submitting to him in this way no matter what I wanted.

So like a good obedient sissy, I didn't let myself think about it too much and without protesting I bent over and laid my stomach over his broad thighs, trying to keep my breathing steady and to not start shaking, hoping that if I was obedient he would go easier on me.

Silas slowly ran his hands through my hair stroking it and gathering it off to the side so it left my back uncovered. His hands slowly stroked my back and sides exploring my soft pliable body. I felt my breathing hitch with arousal despite the anger and irritation I felt. It was undeniable that my body enjoyed his touch.

His hands slid down my back and settled on my ass. I held my breath as I waited for what he would do next. So when he spread my ass open and stroking his fingers along the inside of my most sensitive area I gasped and I couldn't stop my mind from starting to imagine the possibilities if he took things further. I imagined what it would feel like if he wanted to use my ass the way he had used my throat. I had no idea how to deal with the thoughts, I had no idea if I was excited or terrified by the possibility.

Logically I knew it would likely be a terribly painful and degrading experience that would likely be even worse than I could even imagine, yet I couldn't stop my body from reacting positively when I imagined myself stretching, the deep pressure pushing me over the edge of cumming.

Silas brought me back to the present when he spoke again.

"I have a larger plug for you to wear sissy, would you like me to put it in now? Or after your punishment. I will say it is likely that once I am done you are not going to want me spreading your cheeks, or touching them at all so it might be wiser to have it put in now."

I hesitated, not knowing what I should do. My mind ran through the scenarios over and over again trying to work out the best course of action.

Eventually I decided his advice was likely something I should listen to, not wanting to deal with whatever the aftermath of his punishment was going to be along with the discomfort of having a plug shoved into my ass.

"I will take it now." I mumbled.

Silas didn't bother speaking, he shifted his hands and spread my cheeks wide letting the air tickle my exposed hole.

I shivered and squirmed trying not to moan as I felt a drip of something cold land on my hole. I glanced back and saw that he was using his powers to use a thread of golden metal to hold a bottle of lube while not bothering to let go of my ass with his hands. He was enjoying massaging my ass, I was certain of it but had no idea how I was so sure.

Before I could think about the strange feeling like I understood Silas, he pressed the cold, metal tip of a plug on my asshole. I glanced back again and saw that he again had shaped it out of his metal controling ability. It was far too big and I quickly looked away too frightened by what was coming to keep looking at it.

I clenched instinctively, I tried to take a deep breath and relax as much as possible but it turned out that it didn't matter if I tried to relax. Because it wasn't possilble for me to relax anywhere near enough for the size of plug he was trying to shove into me.

Silas pressed the plug into me hard, not working it in slowly at all, he didn't seem to care. Instead he pushed the metal with an unyielding pressure that took my breath away as my ass started to stretch. I felt the plug shift and the lube allowed it to slip another fraction of an inch forward.

It was useless for me to resist, but my body did anyway, instinctively fighting the intrusion, but in doing so it made the pain worse with every clench.

Silas kept pushing in spite of my body clearly resisting. He ignored my whimpering and squirming. He simply added more lube and pressed harder, his hands never leaving my cheeks and never stopping from squeezing and spreading me open for his powers to violate me.

My breathing hitched as I felt the plug suddenly slip forwards and a sharp and intense pain shot through me as the plug reached its widest point and then slid past rapidly forcing its way deep into my hole.

I couldn't help but squeal and grip Silas's pants with white knuckles. The squeal was cut short as the plug shifted and I lost my breath, my ass clenching and spasming as it tried to adjust to the intense violation.

"Calm down, this isn't even that big. With your new ability I probably could have forced one three times as big into you without any problem." Silas said in a dismissive tone as he lightly tapped on the end of the plug making me squirm and moan pitifully as I fought to hold back tears.

My whole body continued to shiver and shake, It felt so incredibly wrong to have my ass so full, the ache from my ass being stretched seemed to pulse. All feelings of arousal had left me and I just wanted everything to stop. I wanted the massive plug out, but also dreaded the idea of removing it and feeling that pain again.

None of what I wanted or thought mattered though as I was soon reminded. I also eventually remembered that this was only the precursor to the promised punishment Silas was going to give me.

Silas's large hands continued to massage my ass cheeks as he spoke to me.

"I am going to go rather easy on you for your first punishment. I will spank you once for every minute of my time that you have wasted. Which the clock tells me now is 35 minutes. I want you to do your best not to resist me and take your punishment like a good girl. If you make things too difficult for me I will have to punish you more severely and for that I will not go easy on you."

As he finished speaking he raised one of his massive hands and then delivered a shockingly hard stinging blow to one cheek.

I yelped more from surprise than anything else, but after a moment the sting of the slap settled on me and a powerful sense of dread overcame me at the idea of 34 more of those punishing blows.

"You will count the blows and thank me for teaching you after every one." Silas said the command in his words making it clear that it was impossible for there to be any other outcome than what he decided.

Gritting my teeth and feeling the burning sting of the painful spank I obeyed like a good little sissy whore.

"One, thank you for teaching me sir."

What followed was an incredibly painful experience that I was forced to participate in every step of the way. Every time I thanked him for hurting me it felt like I slipped another step further towards an increasingly inescapable fate.

Silas beat my ass with his large and powerful hands, switching cheeks between blows, never proceeding with the next strike until I had counted and thanked him. The gaps of time between spanks got longer and longer as he went on. It took longer and longer for me to control myself enough to speak. His spanks drew out loud yelps from me first, then short screams, then eventually wails as it felt like his hand was lighting my ass on fire with every blow.

At some point I had started to cry, and by the time he delivered the thirty fifth spank I was bawling.

"Thirty five.... *sob* thank you for teaching me sir." I gasped.

However when he shifted his hand and held it then delivered another terrible spank, I screamed as loud as I could unable to stop myself. Sobbing and confused I looked back at him desperation and tears in my eyes.

"Aren't you done?" I asked the hope and fear palpable in my words.

"Look at the clock." He said.

I looked up at it not fully understanding but when I saw it was 12:50 the realization of what he was implying hit me. I owed him for fifteen more minutes, the time it had taken him to deliver all of the prior spanks.

Something in me snapped and the idea of receiving fifteen more spanks from his devastating hands terrified me more than I could explain.

"PLEASE SIR! PLEASE MERCY!" I wailed and I twisted in his grip trying to get off of his lap.

Silas didn't let me escape, one hand reached forwards and gripped me by the back of my neck and just squeezed once pushing my face down. His other hand stayed on my ass and squeezed my painfully sensitive and bruised cheek holding me in place.

"You still owe me sissy, better be quick with your counting if you don't want to owe me more." He said, his voice infuriatingly calm.

I hung my head down and sobbed, unable to stop the snot and blubbering tears from streaking my face. All the fight had left me as anything I did to resist him just made it hurt more.

It was impossible for me to resist him. I needed to minimize the harm, I needed to surrender to his will.

"Thirty six.... thank... thank you for teaching me sir." I said through gritted teeth.

CRACK

Another spank and I kicked my feet out flailing wildly trying to escape the pain.

I had never felt so entirely helpless, so weak. It hurt so so much, but almost equally terrible to the physical impact on my ass was the damage to the battered remnants of my pride.

I had a brand new body, one that was incredibly sexy. But I didn't control anything about it, and my master, for that was what Silas was, wanted to punish me and I had to take it.

With each blow I felt any will to resist this man's desires cracking and knew it would eventually shatter, I would do everything and anything this man told me to. I would do anything to avoid earning another punishment.

By the time I counted fifty, two more minutes had passed and I gasped out the final two counts as fast as I could.

When I finished the count and he didn't spank me again all of my restraint and ability to hold anything back fled me. I sobbed loudly while clutching at his legs, unable to control myself at all, not a single shred of shame or pride left in me.

While laying there across his lap many things ran through my mind, but one of those things was an awareness of Silas's hand as it slowly traced his fingertips up my back and down my arm. It was the same strange sensation and awareness I had felt earlier when he was squeezing my ass.

As his fingers caressed me I was partially distracted from my anguish by the unique feeling. My mind desperate to distract itself from the raging inferno of pain that was my ass focused on this new sense. When I focused on it more I was suddenly very sure that Silas enjoyed stroking me like this, the sense and awareness faded as soon as it had arrived.

It took me a moment but then I realized what it was. It was too strange and clear of a thought to be something entirely natural, my mind was not calm or organized enough in that moment for me to think about anyone else. That brought to mind that this had to be something related to my abilities, which then made me remember the Sense Pleasure ability that Silas had chosen when I reached level five. That had to be it, I was sensing the things that gave Silas pleasure.

It felt very strange to be aware of someone like that. I also immediately couldn't help but think about my new role as a sissy whore. This ability would make getting people to cum incredibly simple.

Some part of my mind recognized that my instinctive thoughts were already almost immediately determining how my actions and abilities could be used for the sexual pleasure of others without any prompting from anyone. This was just one more blow against my resistance to the role that Silas was forcing me to fit into.

As that filtered through my scattered mind and I managed to organize some of the sensations I was feeling I realized that the sense I had gotten from him massaging my ass hadn't been the only other time the ability had activated.

In fact it had been going off for the entire time Silas was spanking me, I just hadn't recognized it as I hadn't been able to think about anything but the pain.

As I sorted through the strange senses of intuition I had gotten I realized they didn't fade, they built upon one another. It felt like I could almost pull them up to examine them, it was a permanent and growing record of what gave Silas pleasure.

With that sense I was aware that every time his hand had spanked me he had felt pleasure. Silas enjoyed my whimpering and writhing, he liked it when I had screamed, he liked seeing my ass turn scarlet and watching it jiggle when he slapped it, but the thing he had enjoyed most was when I had called him sir and when I had begged him for mercy. He got off on having control, from having power over me.

None of this should have been all that surprising but it was different to know something with absolute certainty as opposed to simply believing it to be true.

Silas's hands reached down and gently stroked over my burning cheeks making me wince and gasp prompting another rush of insight that told me he really liked it when I made little whimpers.

The sheer amount of information this ability gave me was intense and it seemingly worked without any effort at all. This was odd because from what I had heard, normally tier one abilities had a hard time reading or getting information out of people or things of a higher tier, it was very unusual that it would work so well against someone so much more powerful than me like Silas.

His fingers found their way between my cheeks and I gasped as he pulled lightly on the base of the plug that I had all but forgotten about, but I was made very much aware of it now as Silas started to play with it, not pulling it with any real intent to take it out but just teasing me by tugging on it making it shift and press on my insides.

My ass felt like it was on fire and the last thing I wanted was the uncomfortable pressure and friction of the metal rubbing against my sensitive insides.

Silas relished my squirming, and with the insight from Sense Desire I could put together the pieces to determine that Silas was very interested in my ass, more so than any other part of my body. I had gotten the sense from him back when he had put the plug in my ass, but hadn't recognized it at the time. That had been easily the most intense senses of desire I had gotten from him so far, when my ass had been forced to stretch around the plug.

Then all the sense faded and it drifted to the back of my mind as Silas took his hands off of me and shifted his legs to let me slide off his lap and onto the floor in front of him.

I lay there for a moment not certain what was going to happen next, the feeling of the cool stone floor on my ass was a huge relief.

"Now have you learned your lesson? Will you be late again?" Silas asked.

I sucked in air and struggled to form coherent words.

"No sir... I wont be late again. I learned my lesson."

"Good, if there needs to be a next time I will be far less kind." He said as he stood up and towered over me. His words made it seem like he believed he was actually doing me a favor. Like he genuinely believed it.

I wanted to stand up and spit in his face, to scream at him. I wanted to tell him that he was an abusive, enslaving, asshole who enjoyed causing me pain. In that moment I hated him more than anything else in the world.

But maybe it was my better judgement, or maybe simple cowardice won in the end and I lay there like a good pet, not saying anything, holding my breath waiting for what he would subject me to next.

Thankfully I didn't have to wait long as he began talking as if this were the most normal and easygoing situation it could possibly be.

"Now that all that is dealt with I can tell you what I came here for. Due to how well you performed last night I am giving you the day off, I was going to let you remain cage free for your time off, but having seen what is between your legs I think it being free will be more confusing for you. I think it will be better for you to get used to not thinking of yourself as having a cock. You will remain locked at all times from now on unless there is a specific need for that girlcock. You can leave the heels off and you may also remove the plug if you wish, but both need to be back where they belong tomorrow at noon, I would recommend leaving the plug in overnight as it will help stretch you but you may do as you wish."

Staring at him I tried to understand what he was telling me, I had a day off? Why had he punished me then? What was all of this for? Why did I not feel more angry about the cage being returned? Why did his suggestion that I needed to be stretched feel so ominous.

When I didn't say anything and continued to stare at him blankly he spoke again.

"The rest of the day is yours to do as you will, the only restriction is should you want to go out to a store or somewhere outside of the club you will need to tell me and I will assign you an escort. I imagine you will want to purchase new things with all the money you have made to make this place into more of a home. Should you wish we do have a catalogue of items that we have in storage, or is for sale by the crafters who work for us. Most of the items in that catalogue will be far cheaper than similar options from other stores that the Violet Fangs don't control."

I heard him speaking but the situation I was in was so odd that I barely even retained anything he was saying. He was talking about buying furniture and clothes while I was naked and kneeling at his feet, it was so incredibly absurd.

He carried on speaking, and told me about a System Network Interface Shard or a SNIS that he was going to give me. He explained that once I bonded with it I could purchase all manner of things on the local network.

I had seen other classers use devices like that, but as a street kid nobody had ever really explained much about it to me so this was all new information to me and it was somewhat exciting to know that I was being allowed to get some kind of semblance of independence even though I knew there was no way Silas would actually let me have any real freedom, this was all an illusion, a distraction to keep me from thinking about how I was his slave.

Eventually Silas quit explaining and handed over a flat crystal shard similar to the one I saw him using all of the time. I took it slowly and stared at it trying to imagine how expensive something like this was, I had no frame of reference to know but it was likely worth more than I would have been able to make in a year as a street rat. None of what was happening felt like it was real. It was all so strange, the speed from which I went from examining my newly magically altered body, to being plugged and spanked, to being given access to tech that I would have never imagined I would ever be able to afford was going to give me emotional whiplash.

Once Silas gave me the SNIS he turned to go but paused at the door turning back to me.

"Before I go, I know that your sustaining ability grants you a small healing factor. Due to how painful your ass must be would you like some cum to speed up that recovery?"

I stared at him and thought about what he had just asked me. I was pretty sure this was the first time I had been genuinely asked if I wanted to suck a cock in my life. Every time before this I had simply been told to get on my knees and suck.

I didn't know how to respond, the rebellious and furious part of me wanted to refuse on principal alone, I didn't like sucking cock, I wasn't gay. Everything that I had done up till this point had been forced on me, I had been influenced by my class, by the overwhelming desire after being denied orgasms and edged over and over again.

However another part of me remembered how his cock had felt in my mouth, how sweet his cum had been, how much energy it had given me.

That same part of my mind rationalized that a shot of cum from Silas would likely give me enough energy to fully heal me from what was likely a badly bruised ass that would last for days otherwise.

There was no way for me to decide quickly, the mental struggle was far to difficult and I had far to many thoughts to sort through.

"Well, I guess not then. Thats fine, you can go work in the glory hole tonight if you change your mind, there are people looking to get their cocks sucked all the time. Have a good day off." He said and with that he opened the door and left.

The rational part of my mind knew he was manipulating me, it knew what he was doing wasn't even all that subtle. However I also realized that it didn't need to be subtle or complicated. The problem was that whatever I did he won.

Laying there on the floor my ass still plugged and aching I struggled to decide what I should do.

Eventually due more to curiosity than anything else I slowly stood up and hobbled over to my bed flopping face down on it before I bonded with the SNIS. Once I did a large screen popped up in my view and gave me an array of options, I had the ability to send messages, to write notes, I had a clock, a contact list, a section for my class status, and a browser. I knew that if I wanted anything else beyond these basic things I would need to probably buy them, or get a more powerful shard.

Soon I got lost in exploring my new options, a message from Mimi popped up at one point and gave me a link to the stores and stored items on offer by the shopkeepers, and crafters who worked for the Violet Fangs.

For what must have been over an hour I just scrolled through the lists and items that were being offered.

It didn't take long before I got fully into my first ever shopping spree.

I bought all sorts of things, it felt incredible to have more than enough money for practically everything I could have wanted.

I bought basic things like blankets, sheets and towels.

Slightly more expensive things like furniture, a big comfy armchair, small tables, and some rugs for my floor.

For clothing I bought big shapeless and comfortable things like sweatpants and hoodies, thought I did pick up a set of clothes somewhat similar to the ones Sasha had let me borrow when I had been dancing with her as I assumed they would be needed soon enough.

I did look through more clothing options but I quickly found myself being overwhelmed by the idea of buying clothing for my new body. Some lingering resistance in me resisted the idea of buying things like that, almost like if I did I was giving up somehow or accepting that my new body was real.

It was likely useless and silly of me to not get anything for my new body but I wasn't thinking rationally.

Moving on and going through the catalogue I eventually reached the section for enchanted Items and I realized something about how much money I had.

I had more than enough to get anything basic and simple I could ever want, but when it came to enchanted items I didn't have anywhere near enough for anything but the most basic and simple things.

Looking through the most expensive items and imagining what it would be like to have that kind of stuff was fun though.

The most expensive items came in the form of items with extradimensional capabilities. Things like bags that were far larger on the inside and never changed how much they weighed. For the smallest and most basic of a dimensional bags the price tag was 25,000 credits.

Eventually though when I limited the things being displayed to the ones within my possible budget there were still tons of items that would mostly make basic everyday things simpler and easier for me.

They did have furniture and more basic home goods within the enchanted items. On these the most common enchantments were self cleaning and repair, but looking at all of those there was absolutely no way I was going to pay 500 credits for a single towel no matter how useful it sounded.

In the end I found four items I was willing to spend some real credits on so that I wouldn't have to worry about some basic irritations ever again.

The first thing was something I had looked for almost as soon as I saw there were enchanted items for cleaning and the bathroom.

It was a butt plug of cleansing. It would be what I would use instead of the hose and water every morning now. Instead of having an uncomfortable and time consuming task I needed to take care of, I would simply needed to put in a remarkably small plug and wait for a minute as it did its work, then afterwards my ass would be perfectly clean, far cleaner in fact than it would have been from the normal method.

It cost me 800 credits but I considered them well spent for the convenience and the fact that I would never have to stand there shooting water up my ass again.

The second thing I got was a perfect shave scrubbing stone. This one was only 400 credits but all I would need to do with it would be to rub it all over my body like it was a bar of soap and it would remove all of my body hair. It prevented ingrown hairs and also worked as a really good exfoliator which sounded good even though I had no idea what exfoliating was.

The third Item I got was a magical hair brush. It was called "The Perfect Brush" and from the list of things it did I couldn't argue with the name. The big selling point was it dried your hair in less than a minute, leaving your hair silky smooth, detangled, and healthier as it repaired split ends, massaged your scalp, and if you had a specific oil or lotion you wanted to put in your hair simply putting a small drop of the substance into a small compartment would allow you to apply the effects and scent of the substance to your hair evenly and cleanly without ever running out. The final thing it did was similar to what I had seen Mimi do with that stone she had when she had cut my hair. It collected all loose hair and gathered it up with the push of a button, then with a second push it would clean the whole brush and make all the loose hair vanish. It cost me 700 credits.

The fourth and final thing I bought was the smallest version of this type of magical item that I found. It was listed as a Small and Compact Cleansing Cube. It was a 1x1 foot silvery metal cube that when items were placed inside of it, the box would clean them. It was supposed to work on things like dishes and clothing primarily but from the description pretty much anything that could fit inside and would let the lid to close could be cleaned. It even listed that it would work on small animals, though for some reason it said to avoid cleaning birds. I wasn't sure exactly why but didn't plan on cleaning any birds so it seemed worth it to me.

The magical cube cost me 1000 credits making it the most expensive item I was buying. I had wanted to get a larger one but the next sized up cube, a 3x3 cost 8000 credits so that wasn't an option.

I had always hated washing things and this would make it incredibly simple, the description of it said that it worked within seconds of the box being closed. This sounded like something I definitely needed as I had no idea how I was supposed to do my laundry, so I gladly would spend that much.

It was not lost on me that most of my magical items were focused around cleaning and prepping myself for the life I was now stuck with.

I didn't know how to feel about this, I didn't have it in me to cry any more about how unfair everything was. Instead I just tried not to think about it as I bought a bottle of anal lube as one of my last purchases.

Once I reached my fill of shopping I stared at the total cost of all the items I had bought. I had spent 3347 of my 7148 credits. Doing so and seeing that much money leave my account was a very strange feeling. I couldn't help but compare how not even a full week ago I would have agonized over spending even a single credit, and would have considered even just 100 credits a huge expense before.

It was in some ways freeing, the money was there so that I could spend it afterall, and the idea of me ever having enough to purchase enchanted items had never even been something I could have considered before in my life, and now I had bought four enchanted items in a single day.

After the payment went to the system I got a small notification that my items should be delivered to my apartment within an hour, and I marveled at how much easier life was with money to throw around.

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The day wore on, the delivery arrived in the form of a large stack of boxes in front of my door. I didn't have to speak with anyone or do anything other than drag everything into my room.

I spent a good amount of time moving things around and setting up my room to be more comfortable.

When I tried to put on some of the clothes I had bought I immediately took the pants off again, it hurt too much to have fabric touching my ass.

Instead I just wore a really big hoodie that was probably longer and more covering than the dresses I had been wearing.

Another thing that made moving around more difficult was the very large plug in my ass. I tried taking it out by dripping some lube between my cheeks, but when I attempted to spread my cheeks to get a grip on the plug, I stopped immediately, my ass was far too painful to even attempt to take it out. So instead I just dealt with it, my body slowly adjusting to its presence as time went on.

It was several hours later I came to the strangest realization, I was bored. I had looked through everything my new shard allowed me to access, I had learned that the earrings Silas had given me also connected with the shard and would let me listen to things that were played on my shard. I also realized that I was incredibly uneducated when it came to music, never having had the option of choosing music for myself before I had always just listened to whatever was on and never really learned any names of artists or songs, this meant I had no idea how to look for music I would like, similarly when I looked at all of the potential add ons for my system shard, I had no idea what would be useful or worth it. Because of that I was wary of spending my credits on random features without knowing if I would actually use them.

The constant pain caused by my ass was an irritating distraction that got more and more annoying as time went on.

Why had Silas done this to me? Why me? Why why why. I had so many questions and no good answers.

Sometime in the early evening I found myself considering how quickly I could heal myself if I went and sucked some cock. I was trying to imagine how long it would take me to get them off with my new skills and abilities. This also led to me wondering how much would they pay me? How many loads would I have to swallow to fully heal my ass? These were the questions that became more and more urgent to me every time my ass distracted me with a spike of pain.

I resisted the thoughts as much as I could. I tried to be strong and ignore how much my ass hurt but when I saw the clock tick over to midnight and sleep was still eluding me, something in me snapped. I got up out of bed and quickly grabbed some of my new clothes.

Wincing in pain and discomfort as the plug in my ass shifted and my sweatpants rubbed against my tender ass, I slid my feet into a pair of flat fluffy slippers and pulled up the hood on my hoodie before I opened my door.

Breathing hard and mind racing I left my room and headed downstairs. With every step part of me screamed that I was giving up, that I was letting Silas win, that I was doing exactly what he wanted. But another part of me argued that I had lost the moment I had walked into the Violet Palace, that it was pointless to have pride and fight, that making myself suffer from a bruised ass when I could easily get over it was stupid, the pain, despair and general lack of a will to fight anymore was louder and more overwhelming. So with my thoughts full of conflict I headed for the glory holes.

Reaching the rooms I found an empty one and stepped inside locking the door behind me. It barely took more than ten seconds after I had done so before the light flicked on over the hole.

I felt a strange rush of excitement when I saw that light, but then immediately I felt a rush of disgust in myself for being so excited to suck cock.

Without thinking or letting myself get lost in self recriminations, I slipped off my clothes and slid to my knees in front of the hole, I positioned my ass carefully to avoid pressing it against my heels, and I spread my legs to avoid rubbing my thighs against my cage. It took less than ten seconds and I was prepped to suck cock.

I hit the button and once the cock was revealed to me I couldn't help but compare this moment to the time only a few days ago where I was confronted by my first real cock, how inexperienced and scared I had been. Now looking at the short but girthy cock in front of me I could feel myself salivating. I knew what it would feel like to wrap my lips around the shaft and how it would feel to have its smooth warm length rubbing over my tongue.

This would be the first cock I sucked that I chose without any prompting or orders to do so. I was doing this because I was being manipulated by Silas sure, but there was no denying that I could have stayed in my room. I also realized as I stared at the cock in front of me, I couldn't deny any longer that I wanted to suck it, I wanted to taste the cum, I wanted to feel it pulsing, I wanted the rush that would come after.

Part of me fought those feelings, insisting that I was only here because I wanted to heal my ass, I was here because Silas had manipulated me and set me up for this.

Even as I made the argument to myself it felt hollow. I was scrambling for excuses. I had been changed, more than just physically. My mind had been warped and twisted, to become more like the sissy that Silas insisted I was.

But even as I fought my own thoughts they got even filthier. I couldn't help clenching my ass on the plug, and remembering how the dildo had felt slowly fucking my ass. It made me think about how the cock in front of me would feel pulsing inside of me, thrusting deep in my ass.

Irritated by my own thoughts I tried to just focus on my most immediate and present needs. I wanted to heal my ass and that was why I was here. But my ass wasn't going to heal itself, I needed to stop thinking and get sucking.

Letting my instincts take over I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the cock in front of me.

Immediately I found myself fully aware of the man I was pleasuring, and there was no doubt that I was giving him pleasure. He loved the feeling of my tongue slowly rubbing on the underside of his shaft. He liked the pressure... wait no pressing with my lip like this... that was way better for him.

Oh... he really liked it when my throat clenched on him as his head pressed deep. He liked that he could faintly hear me gag on the other side of the wall, strangely hearing that sound alone almost more than anything else gave him a large boost in pleasure.

Adapting to using sense desire was simple and instinctive. I felt the assistance from my cocksucking skill supplementing my now constant awareness his pleasure, the two pushed me to swallow him deeper, to press on very specific spots, with just the right amount of pressure. These combined meant that within less than three minutes after I first touched his cock, I felt the first twitching pulse as he blasted his cum into my mouth.

I kept my lips wrapped around the head and I hummed with pleasure as the taste of his cum hit my tongue. I sucked and stroked his shaft with a hand, milking every last drop out of him and swallowing all of it. The saltiness lingered in my mouth as he slowly pulled back and the head of his cock left my mouth with a pop. Looking down at myself I realized that I hadn't let even a single drop of his cum drip out, but I had drooled all over my chest.

It was a moment after this that the wave of experience hit me and I felt my breathing speed up, my skin tingle, my spit slicked nipples hardened and I couldn't help but cup my tits and gently squeeze them as I felt my cock press uselessly against my tight cage. My ass clenched hard on the plug and it pressed on places deep inside of me that sent confusing sensations through me.

I moaned in a mixture of pleasure and frustration as the inevitable feeling of denial came in the aftermath of the tingling energy. The feeling of my fingers on my nipples was far more intense even than when Silas had been doing it to me earlier.

Wanting to release some of my frustration I pinched my nipples and moaned again like a lusty whore as the feeling of sharp pain blended with the arousal I was feeling and became something more.

This wasn't good, part of my mind tried to tell me, how are you this turned on already after only a sucking a single cock. This isn't going to end well, you are going to push yourself to the edge of insanity if you are denied cumming again like last time.

I ignored these thoughts and relished instead in the feeling of tingling satisfaction as some of the aching in my ass cheeks faded slightly as the regeneration started to kick in.

When the light over my head turned on, I quickly hit the button and eagerly swallowed the next cock pushing myself to get this one off even faster than the last.

Four cocks, and four mouthfuls of cum later I was fighting to not touch my caged cock, or the plug in my ass, breathing heavily and trying not to think about cumming.

As the last remnants of Silas's spanking faded, the absence of pain in my ass felt incredible. It was like a massive weight had been lifted from me.

One of the ways I had been attempting to distract myself was by listening to a random playlist of dance music on my magical earrings, I enjoyed having a beat to follow as I bobbed my head taking cock. It made things more rhythmic and though my sense desire ability I knew this improved the feeling for the cock I was sucking.

All four of those cocks had taken me less than five minutes each, with two of them being sub two minutes from when I licked their head to when they came. I knew that I had done a good job, three of the men I had sucked had given me substantial tips I had earned over 100 credits in under an hour, a far cry from the pocket change I had earned the first night I had done this.

The rush of experience I got from each of them was not incredibly powerful, in fact I barely even felt the initial one. Checking my status I saw that I was only getting a small bonus compared to what I could potentially get. It looked like I was somewhere around a 4x modifier by the time I finished the last cock. 2x of that was from consuming pleasure, and the other 2x was from the built up pleasure I had been getting and unintentionally giving myself as I squeezed my thighs on my cage and played with my nipples without even realizing what I was doing.

Before the light over my hole could turn on again I got up and quickly dressed, leaving the room without bothering to clean myself up. I rushed through the halls and returned to my room as quickly as possible.

Once there I cleaned myself up in the bathroom. Staring at my face I lost track of what I was doing.

Who the fuck was I anymore, I was literally unrecognizable physically and my actions were an absurd departure from how I had lived the other 20 years of my life. I had just sucked off five guys and I barely felt anything other than frustratingly horny.

I couldn't stop myself from feeling almost disappointed in how things had gone when I had been working the glory hole. Sure I had sucked cock, and my main goal of making my ass cheeks not hurt was completed. But it had been missing something. Something that had been very present when I had been performing for the group of men and riding that dildo. Doing that I had felt so energized, so alive, so sexy and powerful. I had been the focus of a whole group, they had been watching me fuck myself and loving it.

Sucking those guys off in the gloryhole had gotten me what I had been looking for, but it had been more of a tease than anything else. I couldn't stop my mind from wandering to fantasies of what those men I had just sucked off would have looked like, what they would have done to me if I hadn't been on the other side of a wall.

Irritated with myself and struggling with all of these conflicting and overwhelming feelings I finished up cleaning my face then reached over for the bottle of lube I had left on the counter. It was time to get the plug out of my ass.

Kneeling on the floor of the bathroom I spread my thighs and tried to arch my back, making my ass spread open. But spreading it like that wasn't enough, the plug was lost deep between my incredibly smooth and bouncy cheeks.

I reached back and spread them with one hand and with the other dripped lube from the bottle into my crack. I then slowly rubbed my fingers around the base of the plug trying to work the lube in to make this a less torturous experience.

As I did this I felt a tingle of pleasure, my slicked up fingers rubbing slow circles around the thick base of the plug felt really good.

I groaned loudly in frustration and reluctant pleasure as I felt the plug shift in me and it pressed on a spot that made tingles run all the way to my toes.

This was going to suck. I already wanted to cum and doing anything with this plug was likely to make it worse at this point.

I lightly tugged on the base and tried to focus on relaxing my ass as much as possible. I felt the plug shift and a troubling tightness that promised a painful stretch when the plug finally did come out.

As I slowly worked the plug lightly tugging and slowly stretching my ass I had plenty of time to think, and I wondered why in spite of the plug having been in my ass all this time, why it was so tight, it felt like I had never even stretched my ass at all.

It was as a sharp pang ran through me when I came up with a possible reason for this. My regeneration ability, was that healing my ass too? Was stretching considered damage to my body? Would my healing revert that? If so that had some really troubling potential consequences for me.

I considered what it would mean if cum healed me, in the context of if someone was fucking me. If they fucked my ass and came inside of me would that count as consuming it? Then would that also mean that my ass would revert to how it was before they fucked me making any attempts to stretch myself and make getting fucked easier pointless?

The plug reached its widest point and I couldn't help but whine and instinctively clenched my ass, and with a pop it slid out. Immediately I felt a rush of relief as my ass tried to recover. The relief faded soon however and morphed into a dull aching pain.

I wasn't nearly as turned on as I had been before, the pain and awkwardness of the situation had definitely tempered the burning need pretty well. But as I slowly stood up and stared at the plug in my hand I remembered then that Silas had told me I would need to have it back in my ass tomorrow when he showed up for me at noon.

This thought caused me no small amount of concern as I stared at how large the plug was. It was easily two inches thick at its widest point. It made sense to me now why my ass hurt so much, and I imagined if I didn't have my accommodating whore ability would it have done some real damage to me to have something like that roughly pushed into my ass like Silas had done.

Thinking about all of the things I had to deal with the next day suddenly made me incredibly exhausted. I put the plug in my bathroom sink leaving it to be my problem in the morning.

I went back to my bed and in spite of being incredibly tired and barely able to think any longer I couldn't forget the lesson Silas had given me that day, so I set an alarm on my shard for 10am hoping that would be enough time for me to get ready.

In mere moments after I had wrapped myself up in the thick and fluffy comforter and laid my head on the velvety soft pillows I was asleep.

STATUS

Name: Remi Henshin

Age: 20

Class: Arcane Whore - level 5

Class Aspects (3/3 revealed)

Consuming Pleasure - Tier 1

Permission for Pleasure - Tier 1

Star of the show - Tier 1

Class Abilities (5/8)

Shaped by Desire - level 5

Clean and Safe - level 1

Sustained by Orgasmic Energy - level 1

Accommodating Whore - level 1

Sense Pleasure - level 1

General Skills (7/8)

Stretching - level 3

Dancing - level 2

Makeup Artist - level 1

Cocksucking - level 4

Deepthroating - level 4

Cock Riding - level 3

Handjobs - level 2

Bonded Items

System Control Cuff - Requires command word to remove

Enchanted Earrings of Communication

System Credits: 3935