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He knelt in the middle of the large blank room. He had been here for...some amount of time. He lost track. There had been nothing else to look at besides his own body for most of it. His hands were chained to the floor in front of him, and the manacles on his legs forced him into a kneeling position. His head hung down, ignoring the Affini before him, the one who had walked in a few minutes ago. When he started this, she told him to follow all her rules. Be polite. Listen to...to her. Let yourself bloom.
And he tried! He really did. He wanted to be good, so he could just...exist peacefully?
But then she asked him to do something he could never do. Never admit.
And now? Now, he was in hell. And heaven. And everything in between, and it was driving him mad from it all.
"Now dear, will you tell Mommy what you did, and why it was wrong of you?"
She slowly circled him, drinking in his sore muscles, his cramped legs. Every now and then the vine she was using as a riding crop swished in front of his face, or next to his ears. It made him flinch away, every time. In fear or anticipation, he honestly couldn't tell. She had injected him with so many things since he was strapped down here that it had melted his mind half out of his skull.
"I...I said I was..." He squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to acknowledge that what he did was wrong. It wasn't wrong. He was a boy. No, a man. No matter what shit she said, that wouldn't -couldn't- change.
“You said you weren’t a beautiful young lady, didn’t you, darling? And we both know that’s Just. Not. True.” She had crouched in front of him, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered. He felt the crop gently tap between his thighs, sliding up to his...
“You want to be a good girl for Mommy, don’t you? My good girl. It would make me ever so proud if you let yourself grow.”
He jerked his head up, but she had already moved away, circling again. He bared his teeth, trying to catch sight of her in the corner of his eye.
“I can’t. I’m not a gi-” The crop whistled through the air, and he felt the line of fire trace up his back. “FUCK!” It throbbed immediately, the pain filling his mind completely. He had completely lost his train of thought.
And still, she circled. She was on his right side, now.
“Language, sweetie. You told me you understood the rules. I will not have anyone under my roof being unkind. We are going to work all this feralism out of you, and together we will uncover the beautiful flower that looked up those lovely things online.”
"How is this not unkind?"
A gentle tap, a warning. He hadn't called her...that name. He would never call her that name. That would be admitting she was right, that she was in control.
"Sometimes, young ladies like yourself need some guidance as they grow into adulthood. It really isn't anything to be ashamed of, dear."
“It’s just a fetish thing! That doesn’t mean shit-OW!”
The vine swung again, another line forming an X on his back. The throbbing was intense, and he had to curl up from the pain. After a few seconds, he saw her feet in front of him, and her crop gently but firmly lifted his head by his chin. He knew better than to look at her eyes. She had gotten him in a dress the last time that happened. So instead, he squeezed them tightly.
She tutted at him. "You need to look at Mommy, little one."
He stubbornly refused.
“Oh dear...I think I’m going to have to give you some time to think. I’ll give you some Class-D, and you just let Mommy know when the real you wants to talk. Don’t worry dearest, I’ll make sure you feel all better after this. I won't leave any scars on your pretty smooth skin.”
He felt the pinch on his neck, knew what it meant. The last time he had gotten this, it was…bad. The words were all wrong right. He heard the whistle of the crop, and braced himself, but…nothing happened?
The second his body released the tension, another blow struck him, just below the first line she made. He screamed this time, feeling it drive the noise out of his lungs.
"STOP!" He could barely breathe.
Another strike, another scream. He felt the tears in his eyes. He could resist. He wouldn't break. He-
*CRACK*
*CRACK*
*CRACK*
His scream was weaker now. He was weaker. He had completely lost count of the strikes, but had gained a tenuous understanding of something. She wasn't going to stop. She had no reason to. She weren't going to stop until he broke for her so beautifully.
She didn’t relent, and another came down.
And another.
Another.
He couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t think anymore he just wanted this to end he just wanted to be held he just wanted Mommy-
“I’m sorry!”
The vine paused. His tears began to fall unabated.
“What was that, dearest?”
“I-I'm sorry…I’m a girl. P-please, just…just stop. I c-can't...” He was sobbing now, the tears streaming down his face.
“Oh, my poor, sweet baby.” He felt her vines curl around him, surrounding him. The heat on his back was slowly extinguished, line by line covered in chilled bliss. He felt so good like this, unable to see or hear anything but Her. This was safe. She would keep him safe from the pain. She gently dabbed at his tears with her vines.
“Now then, little flower, I want you to repeat after me: I am a beautiful, wonderful girl.”
“I-I am a beautiful, wonderful girl…” It hurt to say it, the thorns in the words cutting up his throat, the pain was almost more than the crop ever was.
But then it was out, and it was orgasmic to let it out, to let it free.
“I am so loved by Mommy.”
“I…I’m loved by Mommy” She could tell she believed it too. She...she?
“I will always be honest.”
“I will always be honest, Mommy.” Don't think anymore. Let Her do the thinking. Thinking is pain.
“Good Girl! That’s very good of you to add my name at the end.“ A vine teased her lips.
“The reward will come later. For now, let’s continue with our lesson. Repeat after me..." She wet her lips in anticipation.
"Obedience means pleasure.”
"Obedience means pleas-oooh..." She had been injected with something...something wonderful. The cool tingling turned into a thousand icy kisses, and her cock throbbed as the vines caressed her all over.
"Pets don't think, they just feel."
"Pets don't think, they just feel."
"Good girl." The words almost knocked her senseless, and she giggled happily.
"Thank you, Mommy."
"Again."
"Thank you, Mommy."
"Again."
"Thank you, Mommy."
"Again..."