Story: Aetherion part 2 (english) (Patreon)

Here’s the second part of the story. I’ll be posting the final part next week, so I hope you enjoy reading it – see you on Saturday ^^

CH1: https://www.patreon.com/aglamau/posts/story-aetherion-162569909

-Calm down, I’m not your enemy.-Who… Who are you?-You can call me Mrs. M.-… Where are we?-In the kingdom of Luminore.-Did I run that far?-Without knowing where you’re from, I can’t tell you.-I’m from Aetherion, in the Astramire region.-Indeed, you’ve come a long way. My question now is: why?-I… I was tricked.-Oh, an arranged marriage?-Huh? No, it’s more complicated than that.-Explain it to me. Believe me, I’ve heard quite a few things, so you’re not likely to surprise me.-All right.So Marcus explained his story and also realized something. The place where he was supposed to be inaccessible to players. Only a future update would have allowed access to it. Marcus wasn’t limited to the game’s zones, which opened up a whole world of possibilities for him.-I have to admit, you’ve just surprised me.-Are you going to help me?-Hmm, without knowing the ingredients of the potion, it’s almost impossible.-And why?-There are so many ingredients that can cancel each other out or even cause unwanted side effects, like turning you into a werewolf.-I see…-Otherwise, what do you plan to do now?-Uh, I don’t know. I was thinking of staying here for a bit before trying to figure out a solution.-Do you at least have enough to pay for it?-Uh, yeah, in my purse—can I get it?-Here you go.-So… I have 3 gold écus left.-You can melt them down and recover the gold; it’ll be more useful to you.-What do you mean?-Here we use the golden spear as currency; the only thing they have in common is the material.-I… Should I do that?-Hmm, I have an idea if you’re up for it.-I’m all ears.-You can become my apprentice. I don’t know why, but I feel like you have a lot of potential.-And what do you do for a living?-Hehe, I’m what you’d call a dominatrix.-I didn’t think that existed here, too.

-So?-I’ll do it—it’s not like I have a choice.-“Oh yes, you definitely have a choice, believe me. After all, consent is the whole point of this job.” -I didn’t know that.-So, I’ll ask you again: do you want to be my apprentice?-Yes, Ms. M.-Perfect. We’ll start tomorrow. Just one last detail to take care of.-What’s that?-You can imagine that a woman named Marcus would seem strange; you’ll need a woman’s name.-I see… hmm, how about Marcy?-All right, that’ll do for now.-For now?-You’ll understand by the end of your training. See you tomorrow, then, Marcy. Get some rest.Mrs. M left the room, and Marcus, or rather, Marcy, lay back in bed, wondering what lay ahead. The only thing she was certain of was her desire for revenge against the four people who had betrayed her. No matter how long it took, revenge was now her goal. The next day, Mrs. M brought her a dress before taking her to the kitchen. She explained that, while waiting for evening to come, she would have to work in the kitchen. Marcy agreed, grumbling a little, but at least she wasn’t out on the street or worse. Mrs. M. also took the opportunity to fix her hair, which she found was in a terrible state. The day passed quietly, and evening finally arrived. She headed down to the basement and was somewhat surprised by Mrs. M.’s appearance.-I, uh…-Welcome, Marcy. At least you didn’t run away when you saw me.-I have to admit that… I like latex, too.-Oh, so my hunch was right. All right, now go put on your outfit. She’s waiting for you in the next room.-Yes, Madame M.-“Mistress”,when we’re here, you’ll call me “Mistress,” or I’ll punish you. -Okay, Mistress.Marcy went into the room and blushed when she saw the outfit. She never imagined she’d ever wear something like this. She had some trouble putting it on but felt a slight twinge of pleasure, which she immediately suppressed. Deep down, she remained a man and refused to give in to that pleasure. Once ready, she joined Mistress M, who seemed somewhat angry.

-That took you a while.-I uh—t was my first time putting on an outfit like this.-On your knees!-Excuse me?-I said, on your knees! Immediately!Faced with such authority, Marcy dropped to her knees, realizing her mistake in not having made her a mistress. The woman stepped closer and grabbed her face.-You’ve been a bad girl. You know what’s coming, don’t you?-No, Mistress…-Come on, don’t play dumb,think for a second.-A punishment?-Exactly. Get on all fours now.

Marcy obeyed, and she quickly felt Mistress M spank her. She let out a little cry before pulling herself together. Seeing this, the dominatrix continued her punishment, determined to break her little submissive. Marcy bit her lip to keep from screaming; she also felt another sensation, that of pleasure. She struggled for a moment before finally letting out a little cry of pleasure. Marcy began to blush and lowered her head in shame.-Come now, Marcy, you shouldn’t be ashamed of pleasure.-I… am just a man, Mistress.-And? Right now you’re a woman, so accept it.-I don’t know… Ouch!-You forgot ‘Mistress’ again. It’s as if you’re doing it on purpose.-I’m sorry, Mistress. -Well, now that you seem to have understood, let’s begin your training.Marcy stood up and followed her Mistress, who led her to various tools. Mistress M explained what they were for and, most importantly, how to use them. Marcy felt that sensation of pleasure again as she imagined herself dominating the traitors. She shook her head to suppress it but was once again corrected by Mistress M. She apologized yet again, but that was one too many times for the dominatrix. So she led Marcy to a cross, where she tied her up before using a toy.-We’ll see if you can still fight against the pleasure now.-Humpff!Marcy tried to struggle to free herself, but it was in vain; the restraints were too strong. Moreover, Mistress M.’s caresses did nothing to calm her. She tried to suppress the sensations by biting her lips hard. Seeing this, her Mistress fitted her with a device to prevent this, making her even more vulnerable to the caresses. Soon, pleasure began to build inside her, and Marcy tried once more to deny it. This only strengthened Mistress M.’s determination to make her give in, prompting her to intensify her actions. Finally, Marcy couldn’t hold back any longer and experienced her first female orgasm, which brought a tear to her eye.-I’ll say it again: you have nothing to be ashamed of. You’re not the first man to have experienced female pleasure.-Hmph??-Of course, the potion your former friend created is an improved version of the one I use on my submissives.-Hurff.-You’ll see, I’ll teach you to love your new body. You’ll see just how powerful the female body is, especially when it comes to men.

After saying this, Mistress M. untied Marcy and took her to get changed before telling her to rest. The days went by, divided between the kitchen and the domination dungeon. Marcy gradually began to appreciate her new body and asked Mistress M. for advice on how to care for it, which she gave with great pleasure. Six months passed, and Marcy had to take a test: giving pleasure to her first submissive. The young woman vowed to succeed in order to please her Mistress.-You’re the one who’s going to train me? Pfff, you don’t make me…-Silence! In this room, I decide when you speak and when you don’t.-But...-Don’t provoke me!Marcy lashed out at the arrogant man with her riding crop. He shot her a defiant look, but the young woman refused to be intimidated. On the contrary, she returned his gaze with such intensity that the man shuddered. Taking advantage of this moment of weakness, Marcy ordered him to get down on his knees, which the man did without daring to contradict the apprentice mistress. This pleased Marcy immensely, and she felt a new kind of pleasure. The session thus alternated between defiance from the man and punishment from Marcy until Mistress M put an end to it by saying the safe word.

-So, what do you think of my pupill?-The truth? She’s worthy of you, Mistress. I can’t wait to see what she’ll be like at the end of your training.-I have no doubt. Thank you for agreeing to this test.-It’s an honor for me, Mistress.The man left the room, leaving the two women alone. Mistress M. congratulated Marcy and explained that her training would now move to the next level in order to turn her into a true dominatrix. Marcy agreed and promised once again to be worthy of her. Time continued to pass, and so, two years after the start of her training , and with yet another submission test successfully completed, Mistress M. asked to see Marcy in her private office. -Here I am, Mistress.-Good. Have a seat, my little Marcy.-Thank you, Mistress.-I asked you to come here to tell you that your training is over.-Excuse me? Already, Mistress?-Yes, you’ve passed all my tests, including the last one you submitted. You’ve even exceeded my expectations.-I… It’s an honor, Mistress.-I hereby officially declare that you are now a Mistress in your own right well, almost. You have one last matter to settle.-What is it, Mistress?-Your dominatrix name, Marcy, is too close to mercy, which could be a problem.-Is that why I wasn’t supposed to say my first name, Mistress?-Exactly. And the name Mistress M is mine, and I won’t give it up. So you need a new first name. Do you have any ideas?”-Yes, I was thinking of Maeris, Mistress.-Oh, excellent choice, so you haven’t given up on your desire for revenge.-Not in the least, Mistress.-Very well, but don’t forget that your role as a dominatrix is more of a profession than a social class.-Do you have a solution for this, Mistress?-Yes, all you need to do is go see a grand class master; he’ll ensure you’re no longer a peasant. Be aware, however, that it’s very expensive. The price is close to one hundred thousand gold lancers.-Then I’ll get them, Mistress. You have my word.-I have no doubt of that, my little Marcy—or rather, Mistress Maeris.-Thank you, Mistress.-All right, to start with, I’ll lend you my keep. However, you must know that eventually, you’ll need to have your own.-I’ll do it, no matter how long it takes, but I’ll do it, Mistress.

Mistress M agreed and even revealed her first name, Molly as a final reward. Three months passed, and Maeris was finally able to have her own dungeon, all while continuing to work at Molly’s inn. One evening, she was in for a surprise: a man showed up, and she recognized him. He was a member of the Myrhane group. Although he wasn’t responsible for her current situation, he took it out on her.-Welcome, little submissive. Do you know who I am?-Yes, Mistress Maeris.-Good, you’re already polite, but tell me—you’re not from around here, are you?-Um, yes, I’m from…-I don’t care; I’ve got my answer. Get ready—I’m far from gentle. What’s your safe word?-Marcus, Mistress.-Good, get ready.Upon hearing her old first name, Maeris deduced that her former companions still talked about her. This further strengthened her resolve, and she took a bit of revenge on the poor man. Thanks to Molly’s teachings, Maeris quickly succeeded in giving the man pleasure but also added her own personal touch. She refused to give her submissive the ultimate orgasm unless he swore his loyalty to her. The man, desperate for that final pleasure, accepted the conditions without argument. Once the session was over, Maeris put the money in a jar set aside for the next stage of her project.Another year passed, and Maeris clearly took more pleasure in dominating than in being dominated, except by Mistress Molly, of course. Thanks to her various submissives, she also succeeded in ensuring that no one had yet attained the rank of grand master. Throughout the year, she also received visits from nobles from various regions. This allowed her to achieve her goal of accumulating the money needed to unlock a new class. She therefore went to a Grand Master of Classes and chose a class that clearly reflected her state of mind: the Vindicator.

To be continued