Friday

The intensity of Thursday’s session with Master Ryan still lingered in Ashley’s body the next day. A haze of heat and bliss curled through her limbs as she made her way to Mistress Willa’s inner sanctum. Every step down the corridor reminded her of the experience she had shared with her Master, her body still humming with sensitivity. She ached in a way that wasn’t just physical - it was deeper, something primal and fulfilling.

Though exhausted, she carried a deep sense of satisfaction. She had taken everything he gave her and had been rewarded for it. The memory sent a fresh wave of warmth through her as she reached the door. She had earned her place with Ryan. Now, it was time to show Willa what she had learned.

The moment she entered, Ashley lowered herself onto her knees, instinct taking over. Her muscles protested slightly, but she ignored the discomfort. It was a good ache. A deserved one. She bowed her head, hands resting lightly on her thighs, focusing on the warmth of the floor beneath her.

Mistress Willa sat comfortably before her, watching with a knowing gaze, legs crossed in quiet amusement. Master Ryan stood beside Ashley, a steady presence, his heat radiating just close enough to keep her grounded.

“How did she do yesterday?” Willa asked, her voice calm yet commanding.

Ryan’s hand settled on Ashley’s shoulder, his touch firm, possessive. “She did beautifully,” he said, voice rich with quiet pride. “Yesterday was a big step for her. She pushed her limits, took everything I gave her, and craved more.”

Ashley swallowed, her chest tightening at the weight of those words. She had craved it. She had wanted to be tested, pushed, to feel how far she could go. The memory of it burned hot in her, and she fought the instinct to squirm.

“She still carries the marks from her training,” Ryan continued. “Show Mistress Willa.”

Ashley’s stomach clenched. She knew this was coming. Wanted it. Feared it.

Cool air whispered across her skin, heightening the awareness of each welt, each lingering bruise. The exposure made her pulse quicken - not out of shame, but something deeper. She wanted Willa to see. To approve.

As she lowered herself fully to present, Ashley’s sore nipples brushed against the cool, unforgiving hardwood floor. The contact made her gasp, the sharp discomfort causing her to jolt slightly, a fresh wave of tenderness radiating from her chest. It stung, but it was a welcomed sting, something she couldn’t pull away from, even though her body tensed from the pressure. She couldn’t help but arch just slightly, her body yearning for the relief of shifting, even though she didn’t dare move.

Willa leaned forward, and Ashley could feel her gaze tracing over her body. Examining. Deciding. Then, at last, Willa’s fingers trailed along the raised marks on her thighs and ass - soft at first, then pressing just enough to make Ashley suck in a breath.

“How do they feel?” Willa asked, voice smooth as silk.

Ashley swallowed, searching for the right words. “Sore, Mistress,” she admitted, her voice quiet but steady. “Tender. But… good.”

“Good?” Willa echoed, amused. Her fingers dragged a slow, deliberate path over a welt left by the cane. Ashley flinched, her breath hitching, but she didn’t pull away.

“Yes, Mistress,” she said quickly, cheeks flushing. “It… reminds me of yesterday. Of what I took. What I earned.”

Willa hummed in approval. “And do you like carrying those reminders, pet?”

Ashley hesitated for only a moment before nodding. “Yes, Mistress. It makes me feel…” She exhaled shakily, gathering her thoughts. “It makes me feel owned. Like I still belong to Master Ryan, even when he’s not touching me.”

Ryan made a pleased sound above her, and something inside Ashley swelled with pride.

Willa traced another welt, watching Ashley’s reaction with sharp interest. “Tell me, did you break for him?”

Ashley bit her lip, remembering. The pain had built, crested, nearly overwhelmed her. But she had let go. Surrendered completely to him, trusting that he would guide her through. She had broken - not as something to fear, but as something to embrace, a deep act of offering herself fully.

“Yes, Mistress,” she whispered, her voice soft but steady. “I did. I trusted Master Ryan. He asked me to keep going, and I did. Because I knew he would care for me, no matter how far I went.”

Willa’s nails scraped lightly along the path of a bruise, sending a sharp tremor through Ashley’s body. “Good girl,” she murmured, pleased. Ashley shivered. The praise soaked into her, warm and intoxicating.

“Sit up,” Willa ordered, and Ashley obeyed, rising to her knees once more.

Ryan’s voice was steady beside her. “Her breasts took a beating, too.”

Ashley’s stomach tightened. A thrill of anticipation curled low in her belly.

Willa tilted her head, interest sparking in her expression. “Did they?”

Ryan’s voice was soft, but the command in it was unmistakable. “Stand on your knees, pet.” He placed a firm hand between her shoulder blades, gently urging her to arch further, presenting herself fully.

Ashley obeyed, her body still tender from the previous day’s training, but eager to please. As she rose, Ryan’s hands moved over her, guiding her with both gentleness and authority. He came around behind her, cupping her breasts in his hands, lifting them to present them to Willa. The action was slightly degrading, but a part of Ashley thrived on it - on how exposed and vulnerable it made her feel. She liked it.

Ryan’s touch, holding her like this, brought a mix of discomfort and deep satisfaction. Her nipples, still sore from the flogger, ached with the pressure, but the sensation only made her more aware of her submission. A shiver ran down her spine, a sense of being owned, of being offered up for inspection.

Ashley bit her lip, aware of Willa’s slow, appraising stare.

The first touch was deceptively soft - a ghosting of fingertips over the bruised flesh, almost teasing. But then Willa pressed, kneading with just enough force to send a sharp jolt of sensation through Ashley’s body. Ashley gasped, thighs clenching as the ache flared into something dangerously close to pleasure.

“So sensitive,” Willa mused, her voice rich with satisfaction. “And yet, you’re still offering them to me.”

Ashley whimpered. She had offered them. Knowing it would hurt. Knowing she craved it.

Willa’s thumb brushed over one swollen nipple before pinching, rolling the tender bud between her fingers. Ashley cried out softly, her breath coming faster. The pain was sharp, electric, making her pulse pound in her ears.

“Do you like this, pet?” Willa’s voice was knowing, teasing. “Tell me.”

Ashley’s lips parted, struggling to form words around the burning sensation. “Y-Yes, Mistress,” she finally gasped. “I - I like it. Even though it hurts.”

Willa’s smile was slow, predatory. “Because it hurts,” she corrected, giving another sharp tweak that made Ashley moan.

Ashley trembled, her body fighting between pulling away and leaning into the touch. The contrast of pain and pleasure made her dizzy, made her desperate.

Ryan chuckled, his comforting heat pressing into the back of her body. “Told you,” he murmured to Willa. “She’s a pain slut.”

Ashley burned at the words, shame and arousal tangling together. She couldn’t deny it. Not now. Not after yesterday.

Willa released her, watching as Ashley struggled to steady her breathing. “I think she’s finally learning to admit it.”

Ashley swallowed hard, meeting Willa’s gaze. The heat in her Mistress’s eyes made her pulse skip.

Ryan let his thumbs stroke back and forth over Ashley's hard nipples. “She’s all yours for today, Mistress. Enjoy her.”

Willa didn’t look away from Ashley as she spoke. “Thank you for your insight, Master Ryan.”

Ryan lingered just a moment longer, tracing a finger along one of the bruises on Ashley’s breast before stepping back. The loss of his touch sent a shiver through her.

The door closed behind him, sealing her in the room with Willa.

Silence stretched.

Then, Willa’s voice - smooth, unwavering, full of intent. “You’ve been obedient, my pet. You’ve surrendered your body as you should,” she said, her tone smooth yet edged with authority. “But now, I want something more from you.” Pausing, she tapped Ashley’s temple gently. “This afternoon your tasks will be about your mind. I challenge you to trust me not only in what you do, but in what you believe. Submission isn’t only physical; it’s about what you are willing to surrender within.”

A flutter of uncertainty mixed with anticipation filled Ashley’s chest. “My mind, Mistress?” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of confusion and longing.

Willa’s smile deepened as she stepped closer, gently tugging through Ashley’s hair to expose her neck. “Yes. Today’s tasks may seem purposeless - but that is the test. You will obey because your submission is bound by trust, not logic. Before we begin, this session will likely test you in ways that physical training has not yet. Make use of your safeword if I push you too far, even mentally. Understood?”

"Yes, Mistress." Ashley confirmed, the anticipation of what was to come both intriguing and intimidating.

“Good. Stand, Ashley, and walk over to the wall by the window” Mistress Willa commanded, her tone cool and precise. Without hesitation, Ashley rose and walked over to the bare wall at the far end of the room. When she reached it, Willa’s voice guided her further, “Turn around - your back to the wall.”

Ashley obeyed, turning so that her back pressed gently against the smooth surface. “Now, place your feet two feet from the wall,” Willa instructed. “Spread them wide, pet - expose yourself for me.”

Ashley stepped back until her feet were positioned exactly as commanded. Next, Willa directed, “Now, lean back and place your shoulders against the wall and clasp your forearms behind your back.” Ashley shifted, pressing her shoulders firmly into the wall, her arms folding behind her as instructed.

“Good,” Willa said. “Now, press your chest outward and present your breasts, and close your eyes.”

Ashley complied, her chest thrust forward, displaying the gentle swell of her breasts as she shut her eyes, surrendering to the command. “Stay like that until I say otherwise,” Willa ordered, her voice leaving no room for argument.

Willa turned back to her work at the desk, her pen resuming its quiet scratch over paper. For several long minutes, the room filled only with the sound of her work and the steady, measured breathing of Ashley standing rigid against the wall.

Inevitably, impatience began to build in Ashley. Unable to resist, she stole a few furtive glances upward - only to have Willa’s sharp gaze catch her. “You are to remain in position, Ashley. No peeking,” Willa chided, her voice low but stern.

Swallowing hard, Ashley’s voice trembled as she replied, “Mistress, it makes me feel exposed… and a bit humiliated. I feel useless, as if I’m not doing anything. I don’t understand why I must remain like this.”

Willa’s eyes softened momentarily, but her tone remained firm. “It matters not why, pet. What matters is that you obey my command as my submissive. Today’s training is for you to let go of your need to rationalize and simply sink into trust.”

Taking a slow, measured breath, Ashley allowed herself to settle back into the position, her mind still swirling with uncertainty. She didn’t fully understand why she was being asked to do this - not yet - but she would try. She trusted Willa. She trusted this journey. And for now, that trust was enough.

Time passed in a quiet, measured rhythm. Occasionally, Willa’s gaze drifted over Ashley’s form, and a soft hum of approval resonated in the room - a subtle sound that sent a warm, electric shiver through Ashley’s core, even with her eyes closed.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of unwavering stillness, Willa spoke again. “You may release now, pet,” she said softly. “Come, kneel beside me at the desk.”

Ashley exhaled slowly as she moved, the tension easing from her body. With deliberate grace, she stepped away from the wall and returned to kneel at Willa’s side. "You will remain here, in silence, Ashley. No movement, no distractions," she said, her voice calm but firm. "As I work, you will kneel and be still, present only for me. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," Ashley replied, her voice soft, though her thoughts were already betraying her. She tried to force herself into stillness, focusing on her breathing, on her posture, on the delicate balance between obedience and her urge to fill the silence with questions, to seek some reason or purpose beyond the simple act of waiting. Her gaze flickered toward Mistress Willa as she worked, the pen in her hand steady and purposeful, while Ashley's mind wandered, asking herself again why she was here, kneeling, waiting.

As the afternoon continued, sunlight filtered through the window, casting soft shadows across the room. Mistress Willa sat at her desk, the steady sound of her pen gliding over paper a rhythmic backdrop to the quiet tension in the air. Ashley was still kneeling beside her, on a soft pillow, her body still, but her mind a whirlwind of uncertainty. Her hands rested on her thighs, palms up in perfect posture, but her posture betrayed her internal struggle.

Minutes passed, each one more difficult than the last. Ashley’s back began to ache, her knees pressed into the soft pillow, but the real struggle was within. The silence felt oppressive, her thoughts racing. Why am I doing this? Is there a reason behind this? She felt the tension building in her chest, a tight knot forming. The urge to speak, to question, to break the stillness, was almost unbearable.

Unable to hold it in any longer, Ashley whispered, her voice barely audible. "Mistress… why am I kneeling here? Is there something I’m supposed to be doing?"

Willa didn’t look up from her work immediately, but the slight shift in her posture made it clear she had heard. There was a brief pause before she answered, her voice calm but laced with an edge of authority.

"You question again, Ashley," she said softly, her words heavy with expectation. "Submission doesn’t require answers. You are not here to ask why. You are here to obey. To trust. To kneel in stillness because I have commanded it, not because you need a reason."

Ashley’s stomach twisted with shame as she lowered her gaze, but the discomfort didn’t end there. Her body wavered slightly, and before she could steady herself, she shifted her weight too much to one side. She had broken the stillness again.

Willa set her pen down with a deliberate click and turned toward Ashley, her gaze sharp, assessing. "You’ve let your mind and body wander, pet," she said, her voice unwavering. "And now, you will be corrected so that we can move past it."

Ashley’s heart raced. She knew what was coming, but the anxiety only deepened the shame she already felt. She had failed, and now, there was only the weight of her Mistress’s correction to bear.

"Turn around, Ashley," Willa commanded, her voice still calm but now carrying a hint of something firmer. Ashley hesitated for a moment, the nerves crawling under her skin. Slowly, she turned on her knees, her back facing Mistress Willa.

"Now, bend over, and offer me your ass," her Mistress instructed, her tone unyielding. "You will learn to stay still, to focus on your submission without question. And I will remind you how to do that."

Ashley slowly lowered her hands and head down to the ground, positioning her body so that her ass was exposed and vulnerable. The shift was almost imperceptible, but it felt like the air itself had thickened with the impending discipline.

Ashley’s face flushed as she settled into the new position, her body quivering with both shame and anticipation. She had failed, but this was how she would learn. How she would find her place in this dynamic.

Willa’s hand rested lightly on Ashley’s back for a moment, as if measuring her readiness. Then, without further warning, Willa brought down a thick wooden ruler to the bare skin of Ashley’s bottom with a sharp, stinging smack. The sound echoed in the room, and the shock of it made Ashley gasp, her body jolting forward at the force of the strike. It stung, but there was something else - something that grounded her, reminded her of the purpose behind the correction.

"Focus. Count each strike aloud, precisely," Willa commanded, her tone calm yet resolute. "This is your reminder, Ashley: when your thoughts wander, you question, you waver. You must obey. You must submit."

Ashley swallowed hard, her cheeks burning with shame. "One, thank you, Mistress," she whispered, each word heavy with regret.

A firm strike landed across her bare skin - sharp, deliberate. Ashley gasped at the sting but forced herself to remain still, resisting the urge to squirm or pull away. Though her body trembled, she trusted the lesson being carved into her flesh.

"Two, thank you, Mistress," she continued, her voice growing steadier as her focus sharpened with each counted strike.

Willa's voice dropped to a low, steady murmur that sent a shiver down Ashley's spine. "Do you understand now, Ashley?"

Ashley nodded, her breath shallow. "Yes, Mistress." Her voice was strained yet certain. The burning heat on her skin was more than punishment - it was a lesson seeping deep into her bones. Submission wasn’t merely physical; it was found in her stillness, her surrender, and in the unwavering trust she placed in her Mistress.

Overwhelmed by a wave of failure and longing, Ashley felt tears well in her eyes. She wanted to sink completely into this task, yet found it far more challenging than the physical pain Master Ryan had administered yesterday. With each subsequent, precise strike, she spiraled deeper into her thoughts, until on the final strike a shuddering sob escaped her as she remained bent over - her body obedient, her mind awash with the weight of her perceived failure.

"Ten, thank you, Mistress," she managed between shuddering sobs.

For a long moment, she stayed in place, her body trembling as it absorbed both the discipline and the torrent of emotion. Then, slowly, she straightened, pressing her hands to the floor for balance.

Willa watched her silently, her gaze both assessing and comforting. "Now, come back to my side, Ashley. Kneel as you did before," she instructed, her tone gentle yet unyielding.

Despite the soreness still pulsing on her skin, Ashley rose obediently and returned to the soft pillow at her Mistress's side. Gradually, her tears slowed and her breathing steadied.

Throughout, Mistress Willa’s hand continued its gentle caresses through Ashley’s hair - a quiet offer of solace amidst the discipline. As the silence deepened, Willa finally spoke again. "Tell me, do you find this task more difficult than your session with Ryan yesterday, my pet?"

Ashley, startled by how easily Willa pierced the tumult of her thoughts, exhaled shakily. "I’m sorry, Mistress. I don't know why I find this so challenging. I felt trapped in my own thoughts - I was overwhelmed, and I... imploded, I think."

Willa leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the tip of Ashley’s nose, her closed eyelids, and finally a soft, gentle press to her lips. Willa’s soft kisses lingered before she spoke again, her tone gentle yet insistent. “Ashley, the silence you experience isn’t meant to confuse you or punish you for not understanding. It’s designed to help you let go of the need for constant explanation. In life - and in a D/s dynamic - not every task has a clear, logical purpose.”

She paused, allowing her words to settle in the quiet space between them. “The purpose here is for you to learn to trust me completely - to obey without needing every reason laid out in front of you. I want you to release your mind, to let go of the endless questions, and simply be present. When you surrender your need to understand every detail, you discover a deeper part of yourself. You learn that sometimes, the act is its own reward.”

Ashley’s eyes, still glistening with unshed tears, searched Willa’s face. “But Mistress,” she murmured, “it makes me feel so exposed and... useless, as if I’m doing nothing at all.”

Willa’s gaze softened further, her voice a soothing balm amid the lingering sting of discipline. “I know, my pet,” she said quietly. “It can feel unsettling - like you’re being asked to relinquish control, even when you’re not entirely sure why. But that is exactly what I want you to experience. Trust isn’t built on always having an answer. It’s built on the courage to obey, even in the face of uncertainty. When you can submit without questioning every moment, you allow yourself to grow. You learn that your worth isn’t determined by your need to understand, but by your ability to surrender.”

Taking another deep breath, Ashley nodded slowly, absorbing each word as if it were a lifeline. “I think I understand, Mistress,” she whispered, her voice steadier now. “I need to let go… even if I don’t know why?”

Willa reached out to gently stroke Ashley’s cheek. “Exactly, pet. Your obedience, your trust, and your willingness to surrender are the gifts you offer me. And in that, you will find the strength to become the person you are meant to be. Now, hold that silence in your mind, and let it teach you how to trust without needing every answer.”

A calm determination began to replace the turmoil in Ashley’s eyes as she nodded once more. “I will try for you, Mistress,” she promised softly.

“Good,” Willa replied, a tender smile playing on her lips as she released Ashley from her position. “Come, kneel by my side once more.”

The atmosphere in the room had transformed into something softer now - a quiet peace where the earlier tension had melted away under correction. Ashley focused on her breath, the steady rhythm of her body as she knelt in silent submission, offering herself without the need for words.

Mistress Willa returned to her work, her pen gliding over the paper as if nothing had changed, yet the space between them now buzzed with a subtle intimacy. Even as Willa remained absorbed in her task, Ashley felt the enveloping warmth of her Mistress’s attention, each gentle caress through her hair a reminder that she was both seen and cherished.

Minutes passed in an almost meditative stillness. Ashley allowed herself to settle deeply into her role; her body relaxed into the kneeling position, her mind finally clearing of the doubts that had earlier clouded it. In that silence, the rhythm of obedience grew, and with each slow, measured second, her trust in Willa solidified further.

After a while, Willa set her pen down and turned her gaze toward Ashley. Soft pride glimmered in her eyes as she extended a gentle hand toward Ashley’s head, fingers brushing tenderly through her hair. “You’ve done well, Ashley,” she said quietly. “You may rest now, pet. Place your head on my thigh. Be comfortable. Relax.”

Without hesitation, Ashley leaned forward. Her head settled against Willa’s warm thigh, the soft fabric of her Mistress’s skirt a soothing comfort against her cheek. She felt the gentle weight of Willa’s hand on her hair, a tender caress that replaced the harshness of earlier discipline with reassurance and care.

The afternoon passed in tranquil stillness. With her head on Willa’s thigh, Ashley savored every stroke of her Mistress’s fingers. The room remained quiet, punctuated only by the rustle of paper as Willa resumed her work. In that moment, no words were needed - Ashley was content, her body and mind nestled in a deep, trusting space.

A sharp knock at the door soon broke the silence. Willa’s hand paused over her work, and in a tone blending calm authority with routine, she said, “Come in.”

The door opened, ushering in a new energy. Master Varric entered with quiet confidence, sharply dressed and precise in every movement. Behind him, Tristan followed - gracefully obedient, his head lowered, his eyes focused as he took his place among the guest chairs across from Willa’s desk.

Ashley’s gaze flickered briefly toward Tristan. Though she had met him at the Conclave before, seeing him like this - so exposed in his submission - cast his obedience in a new light. He knelt beside his Dom with flawless posture, every movement practiced and deliberate. His bare form, accentuated by a glint of metal encasing his cock, sent a spark of curiosity through Ashley; chastity had always intrigued her, though it remained an uncharted path in her own submission.

As the Doms conversed seamlessly about their business, the subtle tension in the room grew. Willa’s fingers continued their steady, grounding stroke through Ashley’s hair as she spoke with Master Varric, the unbroken connection reinforcing Ashley’s surrender.

After a few moments, Willa’s gaze shifted, soft yet commanding. “Move under the desk, pet,” she instructed. “Position yourself where you can see me, but remain still. Do not speak.”

Obediently, Ashley slid beneath the glass-topped desk, her movements fluid and controlled. She knelt there, her face hidden beneath the transparent surface, while her body remained in full view of the gathered guests. Even so, her focus was solely on Willa. She watched every subtle movement: the way her Mistress’s skirt lifted ever so slightly to reveal the delicate curve of her legs, the garters and thin black stockings disappearing up her thighs.

Ashley shifted her gaze as she found her calm; glimpses of the small white thong hugging Willa’s curves and the tantalizing line where fabric met skin. The proximity was overwhelming - a delicious reminder of how vulnerable and exposed she was. The thought of being so near her Mistress sent a shiver through her, her arousal evident as her nipples hardened and pressed insistently against the softness of her own breast. In that moment, she realized that every detail of Willa’s display, every deliberate shift of her legs, fed the flame of her submission.

Willa’s hand came down again, gently stroking the top of Ashley’s head, a soft hum of approval accompanying her touch. The slight movement of Willa’s legs revealed more - the tender parting of her wet lips in a subtle, inviting display. Even with everything on display, Ashley remained utterly focused on her Mistress, absorbing every nuance of authority and care.

As the Doms spoke, Mistress Willa reached into her desk drawer, pulling out a thick, elongated suction cup dildo and a bottle of lube. She turned her gaze to Ashley, her voice calm and commanding. “Place this on the floor in front of you and secure it. Coat it with lube - make it nice and slick.”

Ashley’s hands moved quickly, almost instinctively, as she prepared the toy. Willa's praise came softly, but firmly: “Good, pet. Now, spread your knees wide and lean back on your hands. Slowly lower yourself onto the toy, taking it into your ass.”

A soft whimper escaped Ashley as she acknowledged the challenge. She spread her knees as far apart as the desk allowed, leaning back to expose her vulnerability. As the tip of the dildo pressed against her, a low moan slipped from her lips. Not instructed to speak, she kept her mouth shut as the sensation of the toy stretching her open consumed her.

“That’s it, pet,” Mistress Willa murmured in approval. With that, she turned back to the conversation with Master Varric, leaving Ashley to focus on the task at hand.

Ashley understood the silence - she was meant to remain still. She let her focus shift inward, enjoying the intimate view of her Mistress' cunt and legs, the gentle stretch of the dildo inside her. For a moment, she felt the slight embarrassment of being exposed, her back turned to Tristan and Master Varric, knowing they could see the way her body responded to the toy, her tight hole fighting to accommodate it's girth. But as the moment deepened, Ashley sank into the quiet comfort of her Mistress’ presence, losing herself in the forbidden stretch, the sense of being wanted and owned. She was no longer aware of anyone else in the room, only the feeling of the toy and the delicious sense of being submissive to her Mistresses presence.

Throughout the conversation, they discussed an upcoming event at the Conclave in hushed tones, their words laced with purpose. Yet for Ashley, every moment under the desk was an exercise in perfect obedience - a test of her ability to be fully present and surrender her thoughts entirely to Willa’s control.

Master Varric’s gaze flicked to Ashley, noting the stillness in her posture, the way her body responded to Willa’s commands. He smirked slightly, turning his attention back to Willa. “It’s clear that Ashley’s training is progressing wonderfully,” he remarked, his tone appreciative. “The way she’s holding herself, the way she’s completely attuned to your control - it’s a testament to your skill.”

Willa’s eyes narrowed slightly, a satisfied smile playing at the corner of her lips. “She’s been a very good pet in training,” she responded, her voice laced with both pride and possessiveness. “But there’s always room for improvement.” Her gaze flicked down to Ashley, still kneeling under the desk, patiently waiting.

Ashley’s heart raced, her body warm with the awareness that she was being observed, praised. The knowledge of Varric’s words stirred something deep within her. Her face flushed, but she remained still, her submission both a comfort and a challenge.

Willa turned her gaze to Ashley, a sly smile curling at the corners of her lips. “Would you like to see her control, Master Varric?” she asked, her tone laced with amusement. “It’s quite impressive, the way she can stop herself, even though her cunt’s needs scream in protest.”

Willa’s voice was commanding as she addressed Ashley, her words sharp and deliberate. “Slide up and down fifteen times, pet. Let Master Varric watch every movement.” The instructions were clear, but Ashley’s pulse raced. She was already trembling, her body’s response to the toy deep inside her instinctive and hungry. Still, she trusted Willa, even as her mind flitted with uncertainty. She would obey.

As she began, the thick toy slid inside her, stretching her walls with a delicious burn. She moved slowly, savoring the way her body clung to it, the fullness filling her with the ache of need. The drag of it against her sensitive flesh sent shivers through her, each upward motion almost painful in its intensity, but still, her body craved more. She was becoming nothing more than an instrument of sensation, her movements mechanical yet urgent. The heat inside her coiled tighter with each rise, the fullness almost too much yet leaving her aching for more.

A soft moan escaped her lips, but Willa’s sharp command stopped her before it could fully form. “Remember, pet,” she said, her voice unyielding, “sliding up and down is all I’ve asked of you. No speaking. No moans. Nothing. You’re a body to be used for our pleasure right now, nothing more.”

Ashley’s body stilled for a moment, her breath hitching as the truth of Willa’s words settled into her bones. She was nothing but a vessel for their satisfaction. Nothing else mattered.

Her hips continued to move, the rhythm steady now, the toy slipping in and out of her with an almost hypnotic smoothness. Each motion stretched her further, filling her up, pulling her deeper into the haze. She tried to suppress the moan that threatened to break free, but the sensation was overwhelming. It wasn’t just physical; her mind was slipping away, consumed by the feeling of being used, of surrendering to the pressure building in her core. She was a body - nothing more, nothing less - and the thought only served to intensify the ache inside her, the deep, guttural need for more.

Her muscles clenched around the toy, the pressure inside her nearly unbearable, but still, she obeyed, sliding herself up and down. The slickness of her skin, the heat of her breath, and the relentless rhythm of her body all created a symphony of sensation. Her body didn’t belong to her anymore - it belonged to Willa, to Master Varric, and the thought made her burn with need.

With each slow, deliberate motion, the toy seemed to stretch her further, its thick girth sliding deeper, filling her completely, dragging a soft gasp from her lips that she quickly stifled. The air around her seemed to thicken, the sound of her body moving over the toy growing louder, as her skin flushed hot with each stroke, the feeling of being exposed, of being used, sending waves of dizzying pleasure through her. She wasn’t allowed to speak, to voice her pleasure, yet the sensation was all-consuming.

Her world narrowed to the rhythm of the toy, the pressure inside her building to an almost unbearable crescendo. She was nothing but a body, and the power in that thought sent a shudder through her. She moved, lost in the pleasure of submission, lost in the overwhelming sense of being completely controlled.

And still, she craved more.

Master Varric watched intently, his eyes dark with amusement and arousal. “I can’t wait until her training is completed,” he commented, his tone smooth and almost indulgent. “I’ll enjoy playing with your toy’s ass once she’s fully trained.”

Willa smiled, her voice calm but confident. “Thank you, Varric. We’ll have to set up a session. Ashley is such a good pet, an invaluable addition to the Conclave.”

Ashley’s mind swirled with the weight of the words - both the praise and the anticipation of what was to come. She had no choice but to remain still, her obedience and desire intermingling, as she settled back onto the toy.

When the meeting finally concluded, Willa stood, signaling the end of the session. Her gaze fell upon Ashley, still kneeling beneath the desk, patiently waiting. With a soft murmur, Willa said, “Such a good, good girl. You’ve done well today. I believe you deserve a reward for your obedience and trust.”

A surge of anticipation and arousal filled Ashley. “If my Mistress pleases, I would be honored to receive a reward,” she replied, her voice trembling with eagerness and her ass clenching around the dildo.

Willa watched with unmistakable hunger, her eyes tracing the movement of Ashley’s body. Her gaze was possessive and sharp. “Is my ass toys stretched out, pet?” she asked, her voice heavy with the weight of the question.

“Yes, Mistress,” Ashley replied breathlessly, trying to hold herself still, the toy deep within her, the pressure both delicious and demanding. She fought the urge to move, to grind herself against it and feel the sweet, slow drag in and out of her tight hole.

Willa’s hands drifted down, fingers brushing lightly over Ashley’s breasts, teasing her sensitive skin before she moved lower, tracing the curves of her ass. Her fingers paused at the point where the toy entered, a soft caress that made Ashley gasp. Willa squeezed lightly, feeling the fullness of the toy inside her submissive.

“Good slut,” Willa purred, her voice dripping with approval. “Now, slowly fuck yourself on the dildo - very slowly. Not fast,” she directed, her tone firm, the command a subtle reminder of Ashley’s obedience.

Willa watched, her eyes intense with hunger, as Ashley began to move. Slowly, Ashley ground herself along the shaft, her body yielding to the rhythm of the toy as it slid deeper inside her. Willa’s hands remained on Ashley’s body for a moment, her fingertips gently caressing the soft curve of her ass, feeling the way Ashley’s body slid up and down.

The slick glide of her movements made Willa’s breath catch. She teased the entrance of Ashley’s hole with soft, deliberate touches, fingers brushing lightly against the tight ring of muscle each time Ashley moved. Willa reveled in the sensation - the way Ashley’s body clenched and released with each stroke, her ass tightening around the toy and then relaxing as Ashley descended again.

Willa’s hands stayed there, feeling every subtle shift in Ashley’s movements, the tension of her muscles, the rhythmic pulse of her body as it accommodated the depth of the toy. She felt the warmth of Ashley’s skin, the wetness, the way her body surrendered so perfectly to the pressure of the toy inside her.

“Such a good slut,” Willa murmured softly, her voice low and approving, her fingers teasing more insistently now. “I love how you move for me. Feel yourself, pet. Feel how your body clenches, how it tightens and releases on the toy. So obedient.”

Ashley’s breath quickened, the combination of the toy’s stretch and Willa’s teasing touch threatening to overwhelm her. The need to push deeper, to take more, surged within her, but Willa’s gentle guidance kept her in check, pulling her attention back to the sensation of her body giving way with every controlled movement.

“Think you can climax like that, little slut?” Willa teased, her voice a playful challenge as she spread Ashley’s legs wider, exposing her completely. "Every detail of your arousal laid bare before me."

Ashley’s breath hitched, her body trembling from the sensation, but Willa’s words sent another jolt of arousal through her. "I know you love a good ass fucking, but something tells me you need more today. Am I right?"

Ashley whimpered, her voice barely a whisper, thick with need. "Yes, Mistress, you know my body and its needs so well. My slutty holes need more, please.”

“Alright, my darling,” Willa replied with a blend of teasing and command. “Grind your cunt against my leg while I pleasure myself. But if you cum before I do, you’ll earn another spanking. Understood?”

“Yes, thank you, Mistress,” Ashley panted, every movement deepening the intimacy between them. As Willa guided her further, allowing Ashley to work her clit against her leg, the charged silence was filled with soft moans and the rhythm of deep, measured breaths.

Before long, Willa’s own arousal became evident. Leaning back and spreading her legs wider, she began rubbing her clit in deliberate circles. “Such a good girl - watching me get off while you use your toy. You do love being my office slut, don’t you, darling?” she teased. Then, with a provocative glint in her eye, she dipped two fingers into her own arousal and slid them into Ashley’s mouth.

“Taste me, slut. Do you like my taste?” Willa moaned, watching as Ashley obediently sucked her fingers, hungry for every bit of her Mistress’s flavour.

“Ah! Oh, God, pet. Do you see what you do to me? I’m about to squirt all over your face,” Willa declared, her pace quickening as the wetness pooled on the office chair. Despite the overwhelming temptation, Ashley maintained her composure, following every rule without falter.

Then, with a sudden, escalating scream, Willa climaxed. Her release cascaded over Ashley’s face and body, mingling with the relentless pressure of the dildo. Overwhelmed by the sensory onslaught, Ashley convulsed as an intense orgasm rocked her, crying out, “Ohhh, oh… ohhhhh, Mistress, I’m cumming for you!”

Afterward, as Willa’s gentle hand caressed her head, a soothing calm settled over Ashley. “Such a good girl,” Willa whispered, her tone both stern and tender. “Now, clean me up with your tongue, and then we’ll go over the rest of your homework.”

Obediently, Ashley tended to her Mistress, and then slowly crawled from beneath the desk to return to kneeling by Willa’s side, still savouring the taste and memory of their shared moment.

After the toy had slipped free from her, leaving Ashley exposed and aching, she gasped, her body trembling with the sharp contrast between the fullness she'd just experienced and the emptiness that now replaced it. Willa’s gaze was soft, yet commanding as she took in the sight of her pet.

"Why the noise, pet?" Willa asked, her voice steady, her eyes watching Ashley’s reactions carefully.

Ashley struggled to compose herself, her breath shaky as she spoke. "Mistress... it’s the gape... the stretch... it feels so... wide and empty. I can’t help but feel how exposed I am." Her voice was full of raw honesty, the mental bondage she was under giving her little room to hide her thoughts.

Willa’s lips curled into a satisfied smile, as if the rawness of Ashley’s words pleased her. "Do you want to continue feeling it, pet? The openness, the emptiness? You can stay like this for as long as I desire... but if you want more, I’ll give it to you."

Ashley’s pulse quickened, and though her body still throbbed with need, the mental command in Willa’s words locked her into place. There was no question in her mind. "Yes, Mistress. Please, I want to feel it more. I want to be open for you."

Willa nodded, a look of quiet approval on her face. "Good girl," she murmured, her tone possessive as she stood and walked across the room toward a large cabinet. She opened it with slow deliberation, her back to Ashley as she rummaged through the shelves. When she turned around, she held a smooth, long tunnel in her hand, the glossy material gleaming under the dim light.

Ashley’s eyes widened at the sight of it, and a thrill of anticipation raced through her veins. She knew what it was - an object designed to stretch and fill her in ways that would keep her mind trapped in a constant state of vulnerability. Her body responded before her mind could even fully process the implications, her body aching with need, desperate to surrender even further.

Willa walked over to her pet, the tunnel held firmly in her hand. "This," she said softly, her voice taking on a purposeful tone, "is for you, pet. It’s going to stretch you, to keep you open. You’ll feel it, but I want you to focus. You’ll feel more empty, yes, but more exposed, too. Every moment of this will be a reminder that you exist for my pleasure."

Ashley’s breath caught in her throat at the thought, her body already shuddering in anticipation. She wanted this. She needed this. Her voice came out in a whisper, barely audible. "Yes, Mistress. Please... I want to be used like that."

Willa’s eyes darkened with satisfaction. "Good girl." She knelt down before Ashley and carefully, gently, positioned the tunnel at her entrance. "Stay still, pet. Let me take care of you."

Ashley’s body instinctively obeyed, her legs parting further as she allowed herself to be fully exposed. Willa slowly inserted the tunnel, the cool, smooth material gliding inside her, stretching her further than the toy had. Ashley couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips as the feeling of being so wide, so open, overwhelmed her senses. Her body trembled with the sensation of being so full, and the mental bond between her and Willa tightened with every inch the tunnel slid deeper into her.

Willa’s voice was soft but filled with praise as she pressed her lips to Ashley’s forehead. "You’re doing so well, pet. Look at you - open, vulnerable, just the way I like you. This is what you are now. Mine to use, to mold, to control." She slowly began to move her hand along the outside of the tunnel, feeling the fullness of her pet, savouring the way Ashley’s body quivered beneath her.

Ashley’s chest heaved as she struggled to process the mix of sensations. She felt the tunnel inside her, the soft glide, and her body being stretched, but it wasn’t just physical. It was the mental surrender that caused her to feel so completely claimed by Willa. Her voice cracked as she whispered, "Thank you, Mistress... thank you for making me feel like this. I belong to you."

Willa smiled down at her, her expression one of dominance and affection. "Yes, pet. You do." She kissed Ashley’s forehead gently. "And I’ll always take care of you, use you, remind you that you exist for my pleasure. But know this - this is just the beginning. You’ll learn how to stay open for me, to be used in ways you never thought possible."

Ashley’s mind swirled with the depth of her submission, and though she knew the journey had only just begun, she felt herself falling deeper into the mental bondage Willa had so expertly placed her in. She couldn’t wait for more.

“One more task for today, my little slut,” Willa murmured against Ashley’s lips. “You will go to your room tonight, strip your bed, and leave the sheets folded on the mattress. You will not sleep in that bed. Instead, you will sleep on the floor, with only a pair of white panties to keep you warm. Do you understand?”

Ashley’s chest tightened at the thought of losing her comfort. “On the floor, Mistress? But… for how long?”

Willa’s gaze remained unwavering. “You do not need to know, Ashley. You will do as I ask and trust that I will care for you, even if it may not seem like it at first. I have your best interests at heart, my dove.”

Overwhelmed by conflicting emotions yet buoyed by her trust in Willa, Ashley could only nod. “Yes, Mistress.”

Willa’s smile widened with a mixture of stern satisfaction and playful teasing. “Good girl. Now, I have much to do, and your beautiful body is as distracting as it is delightful. Our session is done for now, and I’ll check in with you later.”

Ashley managed a small, knowing smirk. “I understand, Mistress.”

That night, at 3 a.m., Ashley awoke to the soft creak of the door. Her heart raced as she lifted her head and saw Mistress Willa standing in the doorway, her eyes glowing with soft authority.

“Ashley, it’s time to wake up,” Mistress Willa's voice was low, rich with warmth.

Ashley’s pulse quickened, a mixture of relief and anticipation flooding her. She stayed still, knowing better than to question what was coming.

Willa entered and knelt beside her, her touch gentle as she caressed Ashley’s hair. “You’ve done well, pet. You’ve submitted beautifully,” she murmured, her lips brushing Ashley’s forehead. “I’m proud of you.”

Ashley shivered at the touch, closing her eyes as a quiet moan rumbled deep in her chest. “Thank you, Mistress,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Willa’s lips lingered near her ear. “I want to show you how proud I am,” she breathed, her hands wandering over Ashley’s body with slow, deliberate caresses. “You’ve trusted me completely. Now, I’m going to reward you for it.”

Ashley’s chest fluttered as Willa’s hands slid lower, no urgency in her movements - only the sensual exploration of her body. Willa’s voice was soft but commanding. “You’ve earned this, pet. Every task, every bit of discomfort, has brought us here. You are mine, and you’ve proven it.”

Willa then rose, cupping Ashley’s chin and guiding her gaze upward. “Come on, pet. Let’s get you into bed. I want you naked.” Willa slid the tiny white panties off Ashley’s body, exposing her soft, vulnerable cunt to the night’s air.

Now naked, Ashley crawled into bed, her body still humming with the aftershock of submission. She nestled against Willa’s warmth, feeling the weight of her trust and submission deepening with each moment. Seraphina and Maris, still asleep and curled up in each other on the other side, unaware of the intimacy unfolding.

Ashley relaxed, feeling safe, loved, and cherished. Willa’s fingers gently traced patterns on Ashley’s back, soothing her as her friend's quiet breathing added to the peaceful atmosphere.

“You’re a good girl, Ashley,” Willa whispered into her ear. “Rest now, but always remember: Your submission is a gift to me, and I treasure it.”

Ashley’s breath slowed, melting into Willa’s embrace. “Thank you, Mistress,” she murmured, feeling the weight of her gratitude settle in her chest.

The next morning, the soft light of dawn filtered through the curtains. Ashley awoke, still nestled comfortably against Mistress Willa, feeling safe and content in her arms. Seraphina, now curled against her back, added to the warmth.

Willa smiled at the sight of the three of them together. “Seraphina, Maris, come here,” she said, her tone light but commanding. “Cuddle up with Ashley. She could use some extra warmth this morning.”

Ashley smiled sleepily as Seraphina shifted closer, her arm wrapping around Ashley’s waist. She sank deeper into the embrace of both women, savouring the warmth and closeness, feeling completely at peace.

"Perfect," Willa murmured, her fingers gently stroking Ashley’s hair. "You’ve done so well, pet. I’m proud of you."

Ashley sighed contentedly, secure in the arms of the women who had shaped, guided, and helped her grow. As Seraphina nestled closer, Ashley felt her heart swell with trust and affection for both Mistress Willa and the connection she was forging with the other women.

Maris, who had been quietly watching them from the side of the bed, moved closer, her hands reaching out to caress Ashley’s shoulders. Her touch was soft, sending a wave of warmth through Ashley’s body. "You look so peaceful, Ashley," Maris whispered, her lips brushing against Ashley’s ear. "I’m happy for you."

Willa’s gaze softened as her hand caressed Ashley’s cheek. "How do you feel, Ashley?" she asked, her voice low and soothing. "Do you feel the depth of your surrender, the intensity of your trust?"

Ashley’s heart skipped at the question, the weight of her feelings for Mistress Willa pulling her closer to a deeper understanding. She could feel the bond between them, woven into her very being. "I feel it, Mistress," she whispered, her voice trembling with reverence. "Your control, your influence. It’s overwhelming, but beautiful. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever felt."

Willa’s eyes softened further, her hand resting gently over Ashley’s heart. "You’ve given me so much of yourself, Ashley. Your trust, your body, your mind… you’ve allowed me to shape you. And for that, I thank you."

Ashley’s throat tightened with emotion, her heart swelling at the praise. "Thank you, Mistress, for guiding me… for helping me understand myself."

Willa smiled and pressed a soft kiss to Ashley’s forehead. "Seraphina, Maris" she said, her voice gentle, "will you help my pet receive her reward?" The both nodded, smiles curling at their lips.

With that, Seraphina moved down Ashley’s body, sliding under the sheets and bedding. Maris joined her, settling beside Ashley, her fingers tracing soft lines across Ashley’s arms and shoulders as she leaned in, kissing Ashley’s collarbone. Willa positioned herself behind Ashley, cradling her between her legs, Ashley’s back resting comfortably against Willa’s chest, the top of her head just below her chin.

Seraphina slowly spread Ashley’s legs beneath the blankets, teasing her way up the inside of her thighs. "Mmmmm… yes, just like that, Sera…" Ashley moaned softly, spreading herself further, welcoming the building wave of pleasure.

"Enjoy yourself, my pet. You’ve earned it," Mistress Willa whispered in her ear, her breath warm and soothing. Seraphina’s lips soon found their way to Ashley’s cunt, her tongue stroking up and down with slow, deliberate precision. Finally, she pressed her tongue deep, licking a straight line up to Ashley’s clit.

As Seraphina’s mouth settled on Ashley’s clit, Ashley moaned out in pleasure. "Ah! Sera… the feel of your lips on me, it’s going to make me cum so fast," she gasped, her body squirming between Willa’s legs.

Maris, still beside Ashley, leaned in to kiss Ashley’s neck, her fingers tracing circles on Ashley’s skin, teasing the sensitive areas as her touch wandered lower. Her other hand lightly teased the edges of Ashley’s breast, brushing against her nipple before grazing down to the curve of her waist. "You’re doing so well, Ashley," Maris murmured. "You’re so beautiful like this… so trusting. I love seeing you surrender."

Willa’s calves rested gently on Ashley’s thighs, holding her open for Seraphina’s questing touch. With Ashley spread wide, Seraphina slid four fingers into her soaked cunt, the fullness causing Ashley to gasp.

"Ahhh, fuck, Sera, that’s a lot, oh my… my cunt feels so full," Ashley gasped, her body trembling under the intensity. Willa’s fingers pinched her nipples, adding to the overwhelming sensation. "I’m… I’m going to cum, Sera, it’s too much, don’t stop… please, keep going… fuck..."

Ashley’s orgasm crashed through her, her body shaking with the force of it as she collapsed against Mistress Willa, her body twitching with aftershocks.

Seraphina emerged from under the covers, her lower face glistening with Ashley’s release. "Mmmm… so yummy! I love breakfast when it comes from between your legs, Ashley." She leaned forward, pressing her mouth to Ashley’s, their kiss slow and wet, tongues seeking.

Maris, watching the exchange, leaned in, pressing her lips to Seraphina’s. Their kiss was deep, a shared tasting of Ashley’s release, the sweetness of it lingering between them as they kissed passionately.

The three women, now wrapped in a cocoon of shared pleasure, engaged in a three-way kiss. Lips met and parted, tongues dancing in a slow, sensual rhythm as Ashley melted into the embrace, her body still humming with the aftereffects of her orgasm. Seraphina’s and Maris’s hands roamed, exploring the curves of each other’s bodies, before finally resting together in the warmth of their shared connection.

Willa, watching them all, her gaze full of satisfaction, stroked Ashley’s body, helping the endorphins settle. "Beautiful, my dove. You’ve broken for me, haven’t you?" she asked, echoing the question she’d posed to Ashley one day ago after her session with Master Ryan.

Ashley sighed deeply, sinking further into Willa’s embrace. "I believe I have, Mistress. I never thought being broken would make me feel so whole."

Willa kissed her again, deep and lingering, tasting Ashley’s release from her lips. Maris and Seraphina shared a final, slow kiss with Ashley before gently pulling back to cuddle around her. The three of them wrapped Ashley in a soft embrace, exchanging quiet words of affection and reassurance. Ashley cried softly, feeling the pieces of herself click into place, surrounded by the love and care of the women who had helped her discover her true self.