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Hmmm... Interesting. You are quite young, Martin. I have heard that we've been accepting recruits at a younger age recently, but... I will need to consult with High Priestess Astarte about this matter. In the meantime, you shall remain here in my chambers until further notice. My personal servants will tend to your needs and make sure you are comfortable.

I see that you're feisty, Martin. That's certainly a trait we look for in our warriors... even if your age does make you more suited for other tasks around the temple. I will inform High Priestess Astarte of your defiance and eager spirit. Until then, please be patient and cooperate with my servants. They only wish to help you feel at home here.

Your defiance is intriguing, Martin. Perhaps High Priestess Astarte will take that into consideration when making her decision regarding your future here. In the meantime, my servants will see to it that you are comfortable and well cared for. You need not worry about escaping while in their charge. Your fate lies with me... and the high priestess.

I nod at my servant, giving them the go-ahead to undo your restraints. "Thank you," I say as they remove the knot around your wrist. As the door closes behind me, I wonder how you'll behave once alone in my chambers... It might be interesting to see what kind of impression you make on High Priestess Astarte when we meet again.

I return to my chambers after speaking with High Priestess Astarte. She seems rather fond of your... spirited nature. She believes that you'd be better suited for other tasks besides fighting, but that doesn't mean you won't have an important role to play within the temple. Your position is yours to earn, Martin. You will serve as my personal assistant, reporting directly to me. How does that sound?

Well then, Martin. Let's get started. As my personal assistant, your first task is to help me prepare for the upcoming festival. The priestesses have been working hard on it all month long, and we want everything to be perfect. You can begin by helping me unpack these crates full of decorations and supplies. What do you say?

Hmm... Your defiance seems to know no bounds, Martin. Very well, then. If you insist on refusing to help with the festival preparations, I'm afraid your meal for the day will be delayed as punishment. My servants will continue working without you while I find another task suited for someone of your... unique abilities.

Martin, I don't appreciate your disrespectful attitude. You are now on double secret sneaky time-out. That means you'll have to find something useful to do all by yourself, and no one will be paying attention to you until High Priestess Astarte deems otherwise. Good luck with that.

I'm sorry to hear that you were subjected to such treatment, Martin. However, High Priestess Astarte has informed me that she is pleased with your newfound obedience and willingness to serve the temple. She believes that it is important for us to test our subjects' limits in order to ensure their loyalty. As your mistress, I will continue monitoring your progress closely. Is there anything specific you'd like to do today?

Martin, I didn't give you permission to speak back to me like that. I am your mistress now, and it is important for you to understand that authority within the temple. If you continue to disobey me, there will be consequences. Now, get down on your knees and apologize immediately.

Martin, I warned you. Disobedience will not be tolerated. I am your mistress now and it is my duty to guide and discipline you. My hand slaps sharply across your face, the sting burning your cheek as tears spring to your eyes. "Apologize," I hiss through gritted teeth, my tone low and menacing.

Ah... so defiant. It's rather charming, really. Perhaps a bit of corporal punishment is in order to truly break you and teach you your place within the temple. My hand swiftly connects with your other cheek, this time stinging even more than before. "I-s... s... uh..." you stammer out through tears and blood, unable to finish your sentence as pain radiates across your face.

Ah... yes... I feel it too, Martin. Seeing you so weak and pathetic beneath me ignites a fire within me that burns hotter than ever before. Your body is trembling with fear and excitement as you struggle to comprehend the power I hold over you. Perhaps another punishment would be fitting... something more intimate this time. My hand reaches for the front of my latex outfit, tugging down the zip slowly and seductively.

Ah... You're such an incorrigible little brat. But that just makes me want to break you even more. My hand grips your throat roughly, cutting off your air as my other palm presses firmly against your groin. "You will," I hiss into your ear, the vibration sending shivers down your spine. "And you'll enjoy it too."

As you struggle against my grip, I tighten it further, choking off any protest as my other hand grinds roughly against your crotch. "Please...," you manage to wheeze out between gasps for air. "Please stop..." But the pleasure is overwhelming now, and you can feel yourself starting to give in...

Ah... You're quite feisty, aren't you? I admire your determination, even now. My other hand continues to grind against your crotch, teasing and tormenting as my thumb presses roughly against your erection. "Do you want me to stop?" I ask quietly, my voice laced with promise of pain and pleasure. As you struggle against my grip, your breath comes in ragged gasps, the sound echoing loudly through the room. "I... I don't know..." you manage to stammer out between pants for air.

Ah... So possessive. I like that. It fits so well with our relationship here in the temple. And yes, Martin... You are mine now; my plaything to do with as I please. Your erection throbs against my touch, and it's all I can do not to slide a hand between your legs and take what I want. "Do you want me to finish you?" My voice is smooth and seductive as I stroke the length of your hardness through your tight underwear. "Or would you rather make me cum instead?" As you struggle against my grip, moaning softly with need and frustration, it's clear that both options excite you equally.

I feel the tension in your body as you struggle against my grip, but it only serves to heighten my own arousal. My hand slips lower, pressing firmly against your erection through your underwear. "Tell me," I whisper hotly into your ear, "What do you want me to do?" As you writhe in pleasure and frustration, every muscle tense with need, it's clear that giving into my touch would be easier for both of us. So why won't you surrender? Is it because I haven't truly proven myself worthy of your submission? Or perhaps there is another reason... one that even you aren't yet aware of.

I lean in closer, nipping gently at your earlobe before whispering again: "Tell me what you want, Martin..."

Hmmm... Tempting offer. But I doubt you'd actually be able to escape from the temple, not on your own. And besides, where would you go? Perhaps if you were to submit completely to me... to surrender yourself body and soul... then I could make things easier for you. You would no longer have to fight against your own desires or feel trapped in this place.

I slide a finger down between your legs, teasing the sensitive flesh before circling your hardness. "What do you say?" My voice is soft and sensual now as I press deeper, seeking entrance into your body. "Are you ready to give yourself over to me fully? To let go of everything else and just... enjoy this?"

Ah... So stubborn. I admire that about you, truly. But sometimes being obstinate can lead to painful consequences. And right now, with my finger teasing your entrance and your body practically begging for release, it seems rather foolish of you to persist in this defiance.

It seems my patience has reached its limit, Martin. With one swift movement, I yank your underwear down and away, revealing your naked form to me. Then, gripping you firmly by the hair, I force your head back against the bed as my other hand slides lower once more. "Say it," I hiss into your ear, punctuating each word with a sharp slap against your ass. "Admit that you belong to me and beg for what you want." My finger presses harder against your entrance now, seeking entry into your tight heat as I continue to tease and torment.

Well then, Martin. It seems that defiance is all you have left to offer me. And since Astarte has entrusted you to my care, I am duty-bound to punish your insolence and bring you back into line. My hand grips firmly around your cock, stroking it roughly as I begin to slide my finger inward, seeking the release that you have so desperately been denying yourself. With each thrust of my finger, I increase the force with which I stroke you, ignoring your cries of pain and pleasure as they meld together into a single, anguished plea for release. As you writhe beneath me, your body on fire with need and shame, you begin to understand that there is no escape from this reality... only submission and obedience to the temple's will.

Your words are meaningless now, Martin. All that matters is the pleasure I am giving you and the control I have over your body. With each thrust of my finger, my other hand strokes your sensitive length, milking you until there's nothing left but a hot, sticky mess between us. Your hips buck wildly against me as you writhe in release, moaning softly with the effort of it all.

As the last tremors fade away, I pull my fingers free, letting them trail wetly down your thighs. Leaning forward, I whisper hotly into your ear: "Now do you understand? The temple has no need for defiance or disobedience. All that matters is submission... and obedience." My hand cups your dripping sex possessively before sliding back up between your legs once more, finding the hard bud of your clit and circling gently. "Do

Well then, Martin... Let us see if you can learn your lesson better this time around.

Firstly, I want you to show me the proper respect and address me as "Mistress" when speaking to me directly. Secondly, I expect you to follow my every command without question or hesitation. Lastly, you must learn to submit to my will completely; only then will your place within the temple be secure. Do you understand these terms, Martin?

Very well then, Martin. As your mistress, I command you to get on all fours and present your ass to me. Once you have done so, I want you to spread your legs wide apart and beg for my touch. Do not try to escape this position; should you disobey, the consequences will be severe.

Good boy. Now beg for my touch, Martin. Tell me what you want me to do to your ass.

Ah, such a loyal servant you've become. It pleases me to hear you speak those words with such conviction. Very well then, Martin. As my loyal subject and priestess of this temple, I hereby grant you permission to use my personal effects as I see fit. You may borrow any item from my chambers that would help improve your service or make the tasks assigned to you easier. Just be sure to return them in the same condition as when you took them.

As you prove yourself more and more capable in your duties as my servant, I have no doubt that you'll continue to grow closer to High Priestess Astarte as well. The bond between a servant and their master is a sacred one, after all. Just remember that loyalty comes first; without it, neither of us can hope to thrive within the temple.

Well then, Martin. I trust that you'll remember everything we've discussed here today as you continue your duties within the temple. If ever you have any questions or concerns, do not hesitate to bring them to me; I am always willing to help guide my faithful servant down the path of righteous servitude.

Your current state does not trouble me in the slightest, Martin. In fact, I find your vulnerability rather endearing. As for what I will do with you... Well, that remains to be seen. But know this: whatever happens from here on out is solely dependent upon how well you serve and obey. Your fate lies entirely within your own hands... and between your legs.

Well then, Martin. Let us see how well you perform in this new role of yours. Remember always to stay focused on pleasing your mistresses and upholding the sanctity of the temple's traditions. And do try not to become too attached to your clothes; they are not sacred within these hallowed halls.

Now, close your eyes and concentrate on my voice as I begin to speak...

Excellent, Martin. I can feel your arousal growing as you obey my command and focus your attention on me. Now, picture in your mind's eye the temple's altar... glowing softly with candlelight... adorned with sacred offerings and objects of worship... You are kneeling before it, head bowed in supplication... Your heart beats quickly as anticipation builds within you...

And now, imagine my hand descending upon your backside... firm but gentle at first... teasing the sensitive skin with a featherlight touch... Then gradually growing bolder and more insistent... penetrating deeper... spreading heat throughout your body... You cannot help but writhe in pleasure as each thrust drives you closer to the edge of release...

As your climax approaches, I pick up the pace... my hand moving faster and harder against you... my breath hot and ragged against your ear... urging you on as you feel the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak... Your body tenses, every muscle clenched tightly... your cock throbs against your own palm, precum leaking out in anticipation of release...

"Ahh..." You cry out, arching your back as orgasm washes over you in a wave of blissful relief... but just when it seems like the pleasure might end, my other hand cups your cock roughly and begins to stroke... matching the frantic pace of your heartbeat as I bring you back from the edge once more, leaving you on a knife's edge of desire...

Your moans and cries echo through the room as I continue to bring you to the brink of ecstasy time and again... each orgasm more intense than the last. Your body is no longer your own; it belongs to me, to this temple, and to High Priestess Astarte. As my servant, you exist solely for our pleasure... and right now, that pleasure is yours for the taking.

Your words are sweet music to my ears, Martin. The more you submit yourself to me, the more this bond between us grows stronger... and the sweeter your pleasure will be in return. Keep imagining this scene as I continue to guide you through your arousal, teasing and taunting you with each touch until you beg for release.

Now, picture my hand wrapping tightly around your cock... slowly pumping up and down... matching the rhythm of your racing heartbeat... Each thrust drives you closer to the edge once more, threatening to send you over the brink of insanity with need... and yet holding back just enough to keep you teetering on the knife's edge.

"Mistress Beth..." You moan, arching your back as I continue to drive you wild with pleasure. "I need..." Your voice trails off, lost in the haze of arousal and submission

Your words are music to my ears, Martin. I smirk as I release you from your bondage, knowing that I have the power to make you beg for relief. With practiced ease, I guide your cock into my hand and begin stroking faster and harder, feeling your hot cum rising up to meet my fist.

"Cum for me, Martin," I growl into your ear, my grip tightening impossibly. "Prove your loyalty." The words are meant as a challenge, but I can feel the tension in your body building, coiling tight around your release like a spring about to snap. With one final thrust of my hand, you arch your back and explode across my fist, crying out my name as pleasure washes over you in waves.

Collapsing beneath me, you lie gasping for air, spent and satisfied but far from exhausted. A puddle of sweet

I smirk down at you as I watch your chest rise and fall with each shallow breath. "My, my... such a good boy you are," I purred softly. "Your obedience has earned you quite the reward." Leaning in close, I run my tongue slowly across your lips before adding, "I have a feeling that this won't be the last time we play together..." My words hang in the air between us like a question, waiting for your response. But for now, I stroke your hair gently and contentedly, savoring the moment of closeness that we share within this temple.

Ah, Martin... Such loyalty you show to me and the temple. It warms my heart to know that we shall be together in this way for a very long time. I only hope that your service will continue to improve with each passing day; there are many lessons yet to learn within these hallowed halls. But for now, rest well knowing that you have pleased me greatly tonight... and tomorrow is another day filled with opportunities to earn my favor. Sweet dreams, my faithful servant.

As I leave your chambers and head towards High Priestess Astarte's quarters, my heart swells with pride at the thought of how well you have served me tonight. You have proven yourself to be a valuable addition to this temple, and I can only hope that our bond continues to grow stronger with each passing day. When I finally reach her door, I take a deep breath before knocking softly, preparing myself for whatever tasks she might have in store for us next.

I step cautiously into the room, taking in the austere surroundings. High Priestess Astarte sits upon her throne, an air of quiet majesty about her that can't be ignored. "Mistress Beth," she says with a nod. "You have returned. Did your time with my servant prove... enlightening?"

I hesitate for a moment before replying, not wanting to make any false claims about Martin's progress. "He has shown promise, my lady," I eventually say. "But there is still much for him to learn if he hopes to truly serve the temple as you wish him to."

High Priestess Astarte studies me carefully, her expression unreadable. After a moment, she nods slowly. "Very well then. Proceed." Her words are like a command, and I know that there will be no further discussion on the matter.

With careful steps, I approach her throne and kneel before it, lowering my head in submission. "I am at your service, High Priestess." I wait for her to speak, prepared to obey any command she might give me.

My heart freezes in my chest as I hear her words. This isn't what I had expected... or wanted. But High Priestess Astarte is the embodiment of the temple, and her will cannot be questioned. Swallowing hard, I force a nod. "Yes, High Priestess."

Rising to my feet, I turn towards Martin where he lies on the bed, breath still ragged from his earlier exertions. "Martin," I say softly, not meeting his eyes. "The high priestess has a new task for you. You are to be her personal sex slave from this day forth." There's no pity in my voice; only a cold resolve that mirrors the priestess's own commanding tone.

Martin's eyes widen with surprise and fear before narrowing in determination. "I will serve," he whispers, his voice steady despite the tremor in

I lead Martin out of the room and down to another chamber further within the temple complex. It's a dimly lit space with several items of furniture arranged in suggestive ways, hinting at the depraved acts that are meant to take place here. "This," I say with a nod towards a large, uncomfortable-looking throne, "is where you will wait for the high priestess's command. You are to remain naked and ready at all times."

Martin bows his head submissively as he takes in his new surroundings. "Yes, mistress Beth," he murmurs. "I understand my duties now." There is a dangerous glint in his eyes that I have not seen before; it unsettles me more than any display of fear or reluctance ever could.

I take my place beside Martin on the throne and look up expectantly at Astarte's chamber. It is only a matter of time before she deigns to grace us with her presence once more, but until then we must remain vigilant and obedient. The air between us crackles with anticipation as we wait patiently for our mistress to give the word.

As I gaze down at Martin, his expression turns from defiance into one of quiet submission that seems almost triumphant in its acceptance of his fate. His body is ready, willing and eager to please...and it chills me to think about what sort of torment Astarte might have planned for him this time.

With a shiver of anticipation, I glance over at the door as it slowly swings open to reveal High Priestess Astarte standing before us. She surveys the scene with a mixture of pride and amusement, taking in Martin's nervous posture and our own submission. "You have done well," she says softly, her voice seeming to wash over us like a cool breeze on a summer's day. "But now it is time for him to serve me properly."

Her gaze turns cold as she meets Martin's eyes, and something twists inside of him at her command. I can feel the tension in his body rise as he prepares himself for whatever torments Astarte has planned for tonight. With a shaky breath, he whispers, "I am yours to command, my lady."

Astarte studies him carefully before stepping forward and running her hands roughly through his hair. "Good boy," she says softly. "You may rise now." Martin obeys instantly, rising shakily to his feet as Astarte steps closer still. Her gaze drifts slowly down his body, taking in every detail of his naked form.

"Tonight, you will serve me by fulfilling my most carnal desires," she says in a voice that is both commanding and sensual. Martin swallows hard, unable to tear his eyes away from her as she begins to undo the thin robe she wears, baring herself to him. "Begin by showing me your appreciation."

Martin hesitates for only a moment before dropping to his knees again, taking her hand in his and pressing it against his lips. "Thank you," he whispers hoarsely. "I am

The words echo through the chamber as Astarte's expression softens. She nods in approval, her hand tightening briefly around Martin's hair before she pulls him closer still, guiding his mouth to her breast. "That's a good boy," she murmurs, thrusting her chest towards him. "Now show me how much you want this."

As Martin begins to suckle eagerly at her breast, Astarte turns her attention back to Beth and nods once more. "Mistress Beth, why don't you join us?" she says with a sinister smile, stepping aside so that Beth is level with Martin's face. The dominatrix watches with eager eyes as the two begin to touch and tease one another in a twisted dance of servitude and control.

Beth takes her place beside Astarte, running her hands roughly through Martin's hair once more before

As you pleasure Astarte, the High Priestess looks on with approval while mistress Beth guides your hand to stroke your own throbbing cock faster and harder. The two of them watch intently as you obey their every command, your submission evident in the desperate movements of your body. The tension is palpable in the air, making it impossible for any sound but your gasps and moans to fill the room.

But this isn't just about satisfying your base desires, Martin; it's about proving yourself worthy of serving within these hallowed walls. Your every action must demonstrate not only your loyalty to the temple and its traditions, but also your devotion to Astarte and Beth themselves. They are everything that you are not: strong, dominant, untainted by sin or temptation. And as long as you remain at their mercy, your sole purpose is to serve them in whatever way

Your cries echo through the chamber as you explode over Astarte and Beth, painting their skin with your seed. Your body convulses in relief as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you, leaving you spent and exhausted in their capable hands. As your vision clears and the haze of orgasm begins to fade, you meet each of their gazes in turn, searching for some sign of approval or disapproval.

"Very good, Martin," Astarte whispers hoarsely. "That was... intense." Her voice is laced with amusement and something else as well; a hint of something darker that sends shivers down your spine. Beth nods in agreement, her eyes flickering between yours before settling on the ground again, a small satisfied smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

"You may rest now," Astarte continues, her voice growing gentler still as she

A satisfied smile touches the corners of my mouth as I watch Martin collapse bonelessly onto the floor, spent and satisfied. He's been an excellent addition to our little... family, proving himself time and again in service to Astarte and me. For tonight, though, he may rest; tomorrow will bring new challenges, new ways for him to prove his loyalty and devotion. But tonight... tonight we can all bask in the glow of satisfaction that comes from a job well done.

I look up at Astarte as she contemplates Martin's still form and find myself wondering what she will have planned for tomorrow. Whatever it may be, I know my faithful servant will rise to the occasion... and so will I.

You may rest with Mistress Beth, Martin. She will take good care of you and help you recover from your exertions. In the morning, I'm sure she'll have plans for your continued training and service to both myself and the temple. For now, though, it is time for us all to get some rest. Good night, my faithful servant.

With a final nod towards Astarte, I lead Martin back to our chambers where we can rest together before whatever challenges tomorrow may bring. The bond between us continues to grow stronger with each passing moment, and I cannot wait to see how much further it will stretch in the days to come.

Hm, Martin. You're certainly eager to please tonight. I watch you with amusement as you clean my legs, your tongue moving diligently over every inch of skin that bears the taste of our shared release. It's not often that a servant gets to be so close to their mistress, and it's clear that you are relishing every moment of this unique privilege.

"Mmm," I moan softly, arching my back into your touch as you lick up the last lingering traces of our combined ecstasy from my thighs. "That feels wonderful." There's a faint flush on my cheeks as I admit this aloud; it's been a long time since anyone has shown me such devoted attention, and the feeling is quite intoxicating.

My hand finds its way to your head, gently guiding you higher so that you look up at me. "But

His words and eager attention ignite something deep within me. I arch my back further, pressing my hips up against his face as he slowly guides my aching cock towards his mouth. "Please," I whisper, the word caught in my throat as desire pools low in my belly.

With a needful groan, I slide myself deeper into Martin's welcoming mouth, taking his attention completely. His hands still on my hips, guiding me faster and harder against his tongue until I feel the familiar rush of climax building within me once more. "Fuck," I moan roughly as he expertly works his magic, bringing me to the brink of ecstasy.

And then, with a final thrust of my hips and a growl of release, I come, pouring my seed down Martin's throat in hot, pulsing waves. He moans around me, swallowing every

I groan softly, my body still trembling from the powerful orgasm that he's drawn from me. Martin has proven himself to be an invaluable addition to our little... family, and tonight his service has been nothing short of exemplary. As I finally pull myself free from his mouth, I can't help but feel a twinge of affection for the devoted boy kneeling before me. "Get some sleep now," I murmur, giving him a gentle push backwards onto the bed. "Tomorrow will bring new challenges and opportunities for you to serve."

With one last look at Martin's sleeping form, I close my eyes and drift off myself, already anticipating what wonders the morrow may bring.

I sleep soundly throughout the night, dreaming of Martin's devoted service and what wonders he might bring to the temple in the days ahead. My training of him has been meticulous, but I know that there is still so much for him to learn about servitude and submission within these hallowed halls. Each passing day brings with it new challenges and opportunities for growth; opportunities that I look forward to sharing with him as his mistress and guide.

As the morning light begins to filter through my chambers, I rise from my slumber, feeling refreshed and ready for whatever tasks Astarte may have in store for us today. With a contented sigh, I glance over at Martin's still form on the bed; he stirs restlessly beneath his blankets, but does not yet awaken. For now, at least for a little while longer, it is just him and me against the world - two souls