Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 102375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Emmaleen appears in the doorframe, her eyes downcast as instructed. Her naked body is wet and chilled—her nipples tight and hard. She glances up, then quickly remembers her instructions and looks back down at her feet.
Jino doesn't miss the mistake. He lifts her chin with his finger, tipping her head all the way up so she is forced to see his face, despite keeping her eyes down. "It's okay to fail, little one." His tone is gentle, but strong. "No one is perfect. But that's another demerit."
He lets her chin fall back down toward her chest, then leads her across the dungeon to my throne. His movements are deliberate, almost ritualistic, every footstep echoing against the cold stone floor as he guides her naked form through the space. The dim lighting casts long shadows across her pale skin, highlighting the goosebumps that have risen from both the chill and her evident nervousness.
Once in front of me, he says, "Position Three, please." His voice is measured, neither harsh nor kind—simply stating what must be done as naturally as one might comment on the weather.
Emmaleen immediately drops to her knees, taking on Position One as is necessary before progressing to Position Three. The transition is fluid, practiced—her knees coming together on the hard floor, back perfectly straight, hands resting palms-down on her thighs. Her breathing shifts, becoming deeper and more measured as she steels herself for the transition. She folds forward from the waist with practiced grace, her arms reaching forward, her spine curving in a deliberate arc until her forehead touches the cold stone floor.
The movement stretches her naked back into an elegant, vulnerable line. Her arms flat against the ground in perfect symmetry, trembling slightly from the effort of maintaining such precise form.
The position renders her completely prostrate, surrendered at my feet—a living sculpture of submission molded by Jino's relentless training.
I observe how her shoulder blades rise with each careful breath, how the dim light catches the subtle ridges of her spine. Her wet hair cascades forward, obscuring her face but revealing the nape of her neck—exposed and defenseless.
The position forces her weight onto her knees, which must be aching, yet she maintains perfect stillness.
No complaints, no adjustments, just the controlled rise and fall of her ribs as she breathes through the discomfort.
"Present yourself for inspection," I command her.
She doesn't look at me, but neither does she move. "I command you," I repeat. Even though I'm well aware that she hasn't been taught how yet.
Jino inserts himself, just as we planned. "She hasn't been inspected yet. Perhaps we should wait—"
"Present yourself for inspection," I repeat. Only this time, I growl. I catch Jino nodding and smiling in my peripheral vision.
She doesn't look up, but she does speak. "My King—" Fucking chills at her words. "Please tell me how to please you."
Jino drops down to one knee, leaning in to her. "Very good, little one. That was perfect." Then he explains the position. "Inspection is back here." With his hands, Jino helps Emmaleen lift her torso back up, then, in the same movement, urges her to lean backwards.
"That's it," Jino soothes. "All the way back like Position Zero. Now put your legs out in front of you and open them up. Point your toes. Very nice." He kisses her mouth. Hard. She responds, kissing him back as Jino touches her breast, pinching her nipple until she moans.
"Control it," he encourages. "Your King is watching. He will be very angry if you don't control it." But at the same time, he slips a finger between her legs and begins stroking her.
I can't stop watching.
Emmaleen bites her lip—obviously turned on. But Jino calms her down. "Breathe, like I just taught you in the bath. In. And out.
Emmaleen tries, but Jino is full-on fingering her now. Practically commanding her to come with his hands. The whole point of this exercise is to break her and move on to consequences.
A moment later, she bucks her back and moans.
Failure complete.
Jino removes his finger, holding it up to the light to look at the slick coating. He stands up and looks at me. "I'm sorry, but she failed that test. She failed the bath too. She must clear thirty-seven demerits by the morning or I can't continue.”
Then he waits for my planned response.
"Thank you, Dungeon Master," I say. "I'll take it from here."
Jino nods and leaves by way of the back stairs. He will go up to the control room and watch now. Probably jerk off as he smells his finger. Because there is no way to miss that his cock is throbbing at the thought of Emmaleen's open legs.
Emmaleen is lying back on the hard floor, legs open, back straight, waiting.
"Come to me now, little one." That’s the name Jino and I decided to give her for training. "Get in position. The way I showed you last night."