Chapter 12: Choices

We resume my training. My befuddled mind is struggling to stay focussed. I think I hear words being spoken, but they aren’t in any language that I know. Before long my eyesight becomes blurry, but my training continues uninterrupted for several hours. Eventually I lose control of my bladder and pee on the floor.

“Wait there,” commands Nico, adjusting the studs in my collar before leaving me.

I’m standing in a large puddle of my own making. At least I didn’t lose control of my bowels. I don’t dare to make any attempt to hide the disgraceful evidence of my wrongdoing. I wait for what seems like ages. Fortunately the wait gives my mind and senses time to return to normal.

Finally Nico returns with Noemi by his side. Neither fails to notice the mess on the floor, but Noemi seems more concerned with inspecting the results of Nico’s work. I’m given a series of commands and asked numerous questions. I do my best to satisfy what is demanded of me.

“Hmmph. Your swaying has worked up to a point, Nico,” is Noemi’s initial conclusion. “But we must reinforce her submission. That will take time, but we shall be patient.”

“His majesty expects Annalisa to be ready in another four days,” replies Nico.

“That might be optimistic,” muses Noemi. “Let’s consult with Drax, Giada and Prince Philippe.”

I’m told to clean up my disgraceful mess on the floor. I obey. By the time I’ve finished I realise that I’ve been left alone. For the first time since I arrived, I’m alone without being confined inside a cage or chained to the floor. My heavy collar and fetters won’t allow me to go far, but there’s nobody watching over my movements. For the first time since my arrival here I’ve a small amount of freedom. What should I do?

I feel normal in every respect, but I recognise that my submissive nature has blossomed during my time here. I’ve only previously felt this contented during my time in Quenier. To want to be owned and enslaved should be an unnatural desire. But in reality, I am much happier when I submit to someone’s control. But I’m not a masochist. Whoever controls me needs to look after my welfare. Punishments should be fairly administered, and proportional to the seriousness of the misdemeanour. That stopped happening during the final weeks of my time in Quenier. A new overseer arrived. He was a sadist, and randomly selected slaves to punish. So I escaped. Something that is a lot easier to do than the Duke of Quenier mistakenly believes.

I have an urge to select one person to whom I feel a close emotional connection. I reflect on my training here. Nico, Philippe, and even Drax, have all played a part in enlightening me about my own personality. I now accept that my duty to Cambris can be accommodated alongside Alejo’s desire to be overlord. Peace between Cambris and Briniates is surely a better outcome than continued confrontation. Was I wrong to resist so strongly when I arrived in Dacia? Perhaps. However, my journey of discovery about my personality wouldn’t have reached this point had I meekly submitted to Alejo’s demands on arrival. And I would never have discovered what powerful orgasms I can experience with Drax’s help. Not that he regards his efforts as rewarding me. He does it for his own gratification. I’m sure he has come in his pants more than once while he has been tormenting me. I’m not sure why he has denied himself the pleasure of fucking me. He would have found all three of my holes able to accommodate his monster.

And I must acknowledge the actions of a fourth man for the revelations about my bizarre personality; the Duke of Quenier. A man only a few years older than me, but worldly in the art of sexual submission. He taught me how to enjoy sex, although my working conditions left a lot to be desired. I don’t regret my time in the Quenier brothel, but I could never accept it as a permanent lifestyle.

Despite my apparent freedom to explore, I wait patiently on my mattress for my betters to return. It’s a long wait, but I don’t mind. I consider the merits of the four men responsible for developing my understanding about my own personality. Which one of them is most attuned to my needs? Which one is my saviour? I have known Philippe the longest, but he has been more focussed on pleasing Giada than me. That leaves Nico, and to my disgust, Drax. Or should I recognise the Duke of Quenier’s earlier mastery of my submissive nature. I hate the man as much as I hate Drax, but it’s a strange sort of love-hate feeling I have for both men.