“A mistress?! How can I have a ‘mistress?! I’ve *never* had a mistress before!”

Sei sighed as Amaryll continued his adamant denial upon hearing the Palace’s latest order of discipline for his ward. It has only been a week since Amaryll was confined for violent behavior and since then the Key has been a lot more difficult to ‘handle’.

He moved to the other man’s side and began to explain. “I will be frank with you, Amryll. The Palace’s higher officials decided that since you are too proud to bow down before your Master’s and too valuable to terminate without giving you a chance, you are to be given a Mistress to train you for the ‘gentler’ aspects of sex.”

Amaryll turned darkened eyes to his mentor, “Why am I really here, Sei? Tell me the truth! I have been asking you for God knows how long! And you still do everything to evade! And don’t give me that bullshit that I’m a foundling! I know for a fact that there is such a place as Amaryllis! Lord Reginald told me so! You’re hiding something from me! Please… I need to know… The dreams are driving me crazy. And the fact that I don’t know drives me to the edge.” He turned and clasped Sei’s hand in his own. “Please… Help me.”

Upon hearing Amaryll’s accusation’s that hit closer to the truth than the latter realizes, the older man moved to harden his resolve and turned cold eyes onto the Key and reprimanded him in a chilling voice, “You should be grateful that you’re still alive, Amaryll. If not for me, you will only be a puppet who cannot think for his own good. You would do well to accept your fate from now on because you will never be able to find out the truth from me nor escape from here. Do you understand? Now, may I have the assurance that you will see to your Mistress?”

Stunned at the sudden change of attitude from his mentor, Amaryll could only nod in response.

Pain. Unbearable, agonizing pain. This became Amaryll’s sole focus as he tries not to cry out from his Mistress’ latest idea of sexual pleasure.

‘Gentler aspects of sex, my ass.’ Amaryll thinks as he is attacked once again by another bout of pain.

Apparently, his Mistress is not the kind of woman who prefers the sweet, romantic process of lovemaking. No, she prefers a whip, a chain, a strap-on and a cock ring so tight, Amaryll is sure that his cock is turning blue.

He struggles for a moment to break his bonds but all in vain, as his Mistress once again notices his attempt to escape. A hiss erupted from him as he is penetrated by a steel and spiky object from behind, stretching his muscles to its limit point. A groan escapes as he tries to accommodate the imposing object and an outright scream as his Mistress began to pound into him, skin tearing from lack of lubrication.

“No more. No more, Mistress.”

“Oh, but I am not yet finished, my precious. You still have a lot to give me… I want to see you broken, “ she licks her lips as images of torture begins to fill her mind urging her on.

His eyes widens as a whip appears within his line of sight.

“Please…” Only a mere whisper but it serves to anger his Mistress once more. Angry red welts began to form on his skin as the whip comes contact and the torture of extreme pain and pleasure begins once again.

It has only been three days since Sei left Amaryll in cold fury and now, guilt is eating its way to his heart. Never, in the span of time that Amaryll is in his care, has his anger last this long and he’s worried of the effect it will have on the Key.

Now, he has managed to convince himself that it is in the reassurance that Amaryll will continue to trust him that he is going to the Amaryllis suite. However, nothing, in all of Amaryll’s experience with his Masters, could have prepared him for the sight that met his eyes when he arrived in Amaryll’s quarters….

There, lying in his own pool of blood with almost unrecognizable features due to the black grotesque markings all over his body is Amaryll.

Sei dropped to his knees, emotions warring as anguish and relief fought for dominance, as he finally realizes that at last, the unnamed Agnus Dei has awakened…