Dominatrix System

Chapter 152: Sensations

I smiled with a completed dinner in front of me. My inspection of the knife made my mood good, but I still did not know what the enchantments did. I would need to find someone to experiment with in the future. The knife's description made me wonder if it was for more than just stabbing others.

I would not experiment with that on a loyal slave, like Stacy. Stacy was here of her own volition without anything holding her back. Even the chastity belt was something that would only cost a few gold coins to be broken. No, Stacy was here because even though she hated the belt, she loved every second of torture I gave her.

The anticipation that she felt when I told her I would play with her today, followed by twelve hours of torturous waiting, was but more time for her to get excited. No one other than a genuine masochist like herself could ever understand how much she loved what I did for her.

She was a slave to her desires, and I was the keeper of it all. She would never nor could never leave the source of everything that drove her to wake up in the morning. There was something inside of her that I had not taken for my own yet, though. The system had not given me points for thoroughly training her yet, and that meant there was a part of her I had yet to touch and dominate. I would find it, but that could be done with time.

I turned to look at her with a smile that visibly sent shivers up her spine. "You did a good job with dinner, Stacy. I am sure you will enjoy the orgasm, or even I might let you experience multiple orgasms I bring you tonight in the training room." I told her as she finished her meal as well.

I could see the excitement on her face explode into a huge smile. "Thank you, Mistress," Stacy said. I could almost feel pity for the girl as she had a new spring in her step as she moved around the kitchen after getting out of her chair. I turned to Freya, "How is the training going?" I asked her.

"Mistress, I believe that I do not know that he is taking more to training before for some reason or another. I would not say it is a marked difference at this point. But it is still evident that he is more open, if only slightly less resistant to some of the training. Although I think the boy did not know that he was at least a little bit of a masochist; although," Freya paused, looking at the excited Stacy quickly cleaning up around the kitchen after us. "As much as Stacy. But still a masochist nonetheless and seriously in denial about the fact of the matter."

"Well, you will change that, and I believe that you can do a good job of it," I replied and quickly saw a smile from Freya as I stated my belief in her. "Where did you put the little sissy you are training?" I asked Freya.

Freya was smiling as she replied, "I tied him up and put him to the side of the bed." Freya paused and looked at me before continuing, "I think there is also something up with Kitty. She seems more restless than usual inside her cage. I made some food for her; do you want to see what is up?" Freya asked.

I leaned back in my chair, thinking for a moment. "No, please feed her the food in a bowl as usual before caging her again. I will do find out later." I replied to the question.

Freya nodded and grabbed Kitty's food bowl before heading over to the bedroom. I watched her go thinking about Freya. Freya was looking better and better at taking more responsibilities onto her shoulders. Suppose she could train this sissy for that dumbass with the suggestion to keep some loyalty to us. I couldn't help but grin at how well having a switch under my complete control was. I knew that Freya was loyal to me. I spent a decade on her training. The final thing that she needed was something that symbolized turning into a woman.

I shook my head as I watched Freya go. I stood up, and I looked as Stacy finished cleaning up the kitchen and walked to the training room. I could feel Stacy's excitement as I moved towards the door, and I heard her pick up her speed cleaning from dinner.