Kapitel 19: Sl*t in Making!
"Excellent choice!" Sadi exclaimed, her voice laced with dangerous amusement that sent a tremor down Shalria's spine.
The familiar fear was replaced by a strange mix of apprehension and thrilling anticipation, dancing on the edge of something primal.
"But becoming a plaything requires… training," Sadi continued, letting the word hang heavy in the air.
Shalria flinched, a flicker of fear battling with the subservience budding within her. But the submissive side won.
"Train me, Mistress!" she rasped, the words scraping against her dry throat. An unknown desperation fueled her voice, surprising even herself.
Sadi's lips curled into a wider smile. A hint of something carnal, a spark of dominance, flickered in her eyes.
She glanced towards Magnus, a playful glint in her gaze.
"Master," she began, her voice dropping to a low, seductive register, "would you grant me the privilege of training your newest… acquisition?"
Magnus, observing the scene with amusement, leaned back in his chair, a sly smile playing on his lips.
He had turned her into his submissive slut on a whim, asserting his dominance after years of imprisonment. Now, he appreciated his decision.
Her methods, the way she could twist a mind and body, turning resistance into devotion, were intoxicating.
"Training, you say?" he asked, his voice heavy with a power that resonated in the very stones of the hall.
Charles and Saint Rosward flinched, their impotent rage a mere tremor compared to the storm brewing in Magnus' presence.
A slow, predatory smile spread across Sadi's face. This wasn't just about breaking Shalria; it was about proving herself to her master, showcasing the depths of her skill.
"Indeed, Master," she purred, her voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent goosebumps erupting on Shalria's skin. "And I believe I am the most qualified to ensure her… transformation."
"Do as you see fit, Sadi," he nodded, his voice laced with amusement. "But make sure she understands the true meaning of obedience."
A thrill shot through Sadi.
This wasn't just permission; it was a challenge, an invitation to push boundaries and explore the depths of Shalria's newfound devotion!
Turning to Shalria, she saw the raw hunger for something more, a yearning for dominance reflected in her eyes. It was a hunger Sadi was more than willing to sate.
With a slow, deliberate movement, Sadi reached down and undid the buckle of one of her boots.
The sound of the buckle clicking open echoed in the silence of the hall, a prelude to what was to come.
The supple leather fell away, revealing a perfectly arched foot – a foot that, until moments ago, had only ever trod upon the finest silks.
The sight of Sadi's foot sent a jolt through Shalria. It was a thing of exquisite beauty, the pale skin flawless and smooth, the toes perfectly sculpted, each nail painted a glossy crimson that mirrored the flush creeping up Shalria's neck.
"Crawl, little bitch," Sadi commanded, her voice a silken purr. "Come to me."
Shalria didn't hesitate.
The floor, once cold and unwelcoming, now felt like a path to salvation. On trembling hands and knees, she traversed the plush carpet, the rough fabric against her exposed skin a stark reminder of her new reality.
Each movement was a silent offering, a desperate plea for acceptance at the altar of Sadi's dominance.
Reaching Sadi's foot, she paused, her breath catching in her throat.
The scent of Sadi – a heady mix of expensive perfume and something uniquely intoxicating that Shalria couldn't quite place – filled her senses. It was a goddess's scent, whispering of power and forbidden desires.
A whimper escaped Shalria's lips, devoid of defiance, filled only with a desperate need to serve.
Sadi, ever the dominatrix, allowed the silence to stretch, the tension building with each passing second. It was a test, a silent challenge that Shalria had to overcome.
"Now, my little bitch," Sadi finally spoke, her voice a low, dangerous purr that sent shivers down Shalria's spine, "let your journey begin."
A tear escaped Shalria's eye, tracing a hot path down her cheek. It wasn't a tear of humiliation, but one of submission, a twisted form of acceptance.
With a tremor in her hands, she reached out and gently, reverently, brought her lips to the exposed foot.
The touch sent a jolt through Sadi, a spark that surprised even her.
Shalria's lips, warm and soft, were a stark contrast to the cool smoothness of her skin.
The touch, hesitant at first, began to explore, a slow, reverent movement that sent shivers cascading down Sadi's spine.
It was a butterfly fluttering against a rose, a delicate caress that ignited a fire within her.
The scent of Shalria's fear mingled with a hint of floral perfume, a heady concoction that ignited a strange sense of power within Sadi.
A soft whimper escaped Sadi's lips, both surprised and aroused. Years of wielding dominance had hardened her, but a Celestial Dragon's raw devotion, her utter surrender, was a new experience, a melody unlike any she'd played before.
Emboldened by the whimper, a flicker of something dangerous igniting in her eyes, Shalria took it a step further.
With reverence bordering on desperation, she took Sadi's big toe into her mouth, drawing it between her lips in a slow, deliberate suck.
"Aahh!"
The sensation – a delicate blend of pressure and warmth – ripped a surprised gasp from Sadi. Her emerald eyes fluttered shut, her breath hitching in her throat. This wasn't just obedience; it was pure, unadulterated worship, igniting a fire within Sadi she couldn't ignore.
"OOOooo...!"
A low moan escaped Sadi's lips, both primal and intoxicating.
Shalria, sensing a shift in Sadi's demeanor, lifted her head, her eyes glistening with a mixture of terror and… something else.
A flicker of pride!
Had she pleased her Mistress!?
The question hung heavy in the air, unspoken but burning bright in Shalria's gaze.
Sadi opened her eyes, a slow smile spreading across her face. It wasn't cruel or predatory; it was a smile of satisfaction.
"Good girl," she rasped, her voice thick with emotion. "Very good girl."
The words were a balm to Shalria's soul, validating her complete surrender.
Encouraged, she continued her ministrations, her touch growing bolder, fueled by the flicker of approval in Sadi's eyes. Her tongue danced across the arch of Sadi's foot, exploring every curve and crevice with reverence bordering on obsession.
"Yes," Sadi breathed, her voice rough with barely contained desire. "Yes, little dove. Show me your complete surrender."
Shalria, emboldened by Sadi's praise, threw herself into her task with newfound zeal.
Gone was the tentative touch; in its place, fervent exploration.
Her tongue, no longer hesitant, danced a sensual ballet across the arch of Sadi's foot. It darted between each perfectly sculpted toe, leaving a trail of glistening moisture.
The crimson nail polish shimmered under the soft light, a forbidden fruit Shalria was finally allowed to taste.
With each lick, each kiss, a gasp escaped Sadi's lips, fueling Shalria's growing fervor.
It wasn't just a sound of pleasure, but a desperate plea for more, an encouragement that sent a delicious thrill coursing through Shalria. The air crackled with a new energy, a heady mix of dominance and submission that left them both breathless.
The supple leather of Sadi's other boot seemed to taunt Shalria. It was a silent challenge, an invitation to explore further.
With a glance that spoke volumes, she reached out, her fingers trembling slightly with anticipation.
Sadi, her eyes locked on Shalria's face, gave a barely perceptible nod, a silent permission that sent a jolt straight to Shalria's core.
Shalria peeled back the remaining boot.
The sight that greeted her took her breath away.
The other foot, a mirror image of its twin, was adorned with a delicate silver anklet that glinted in the dim light. It was the finishing touch, the final layer peeled back, revealing Sadi in all her exquisite vulnerability.
Shalria didn't hesitate.
She leaned forward, her lips brushing against the cool metal of the anklet before trailing down to the exposed skin.
This foot, untouched and pristine, felt even more sacred than the other. Her exploration became a slow tease, a deliberate dance of tongue and lips that sent shivers down Sadi's spine.
"AAHHHH!"
A gasp, sharper this time, escaped Sadi's lips. Her eyes fluttered closed, her head arching back in a silent plea for more.
Suddenly, a new thought struck Shalria. She looked up at Sadi, and with a slow, deliberate movement, she leaned forward and gently took Sadi's big toe between her teeth, not sucking this time, but holding it there playfully.
Sadi's eyes flew open, surprise battling with a flicker of excitement. Another moan rumbled in her chest, a sound that sent a delicious shiver down Shalria's spine.
Sadi was pleased.
She had bended Shalria, yes, but in the process, she had unearthed a treasure for her master.
"She's a slut in making!" Sadi murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Master will be pleased!"
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