Kol: "I got 31 tally marks! One a day!"
Gabe: "Hah! I got 36! Overtime bonus!"
Casey: *Covered head-to-toe in tallymarks* "I can taste colors."

Honestly, I'd like to see her turn the tables just once. Otherwise, she's not really utilizing the potential of the blessings she was given. Disrespectful to her former "master", even

>>1119378
We can dream about challenging our Master for dominance while we're helping with His training.

Back on the topic of our training, I notice that our spirit isn't wearing a ball gag like our body. Did Master remove it for us back in the real world so we can talk when He lets us out? Or is it not made by His power like our other bindings? No, it's definitely angelic; we would have noticed if we could talk with our spirit.

Oh! While we're in the gallery, do we see anyone we recognize here? We're here to learn, and that is useful information. Was gabe trapped here again after Argus took him away?

Learning to see whos not happy with the mice in the gallery would be useful. Including the courts they already pissed off with their stunts. Recognize the enemies and futurr friends / those that got REALLY horny watching.

As a side note, what phase is the moon in currently? In case it affects Argus's hornyness or physical/mental state.

>>1119320
Another thing we can do is to feel the area behind us with our tail. Argus is back there using us right now, and it's held firmly in His grasp, but He isn't here in the gallery with us. If we can move our tail around freely, then Argus must have taken our soul and put it somewhere else; if we feel something blocking our range of motion, that confirms that we're moving about in reality and this place is just an illusion.

Or if we're feeling particularly ambitious, point our tail upwards and stretch it like a periscope. Get a closer look at whatever force is looming over us and holding all these people in its grasp.

>>1119404
I was thinking more along the lines of our Master's other captives, or whatever's left of them that's still trapped here. I'm still giving Him the benefit of the doubt on any weird time tricks, so I assume that the people watching us are just nebulous mental images rather than actual fae who will see us in the future.

I also don't think this is the physical gallery because of the sheer number of people that Argus has bound throughout His life. If He put them all in a real place, He'd quickly run out of room for new trophies. What we saw before must have been a public display area where He projects a selection of the images stored in His mind and shuffles them at His whim.

Today is one day after the full moon, I believe. We were captured during the last full moon and this is the next morning. Unless it's different inside Master's mind...?

Toxoglossa 2025/12/27(Sat)20:18 No. 1119439 ID: dacc20
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There’s a shift and Kol comes rushing back into the brilliant light of mid-morning. The arc of his cum flashes into motion and spider-webs itself across the stone floor.

Kol hangs in Argus’s grip, feeling the thick knot shifting inside him. He snorts like a winded racehorse and tries to speak.

“Mmmph!”

“What’s that?” Argus slips the gag out of his mouth and cocks his head.

“Ah! It’s your mind!” Kol gasps.

“Ssss-“ Argus murmurs the syllable as a nonchalant reminder.”

“Sir! The galllery: it's your mind, sir!”

“Correct.” The werewolf grunts and tugs at the tight seal around his knot. Kol’s mouth goes wide as his tail-hole spreads around the thick bulge and the fey’s cock slips free. He can’t see it , but he can feel slickness soak through his fur and trail down his legs.

“Specifically, it’s my memory. I’m impressed you caught onto that so quickly. I take it you’ve spent time in another fey’s mind?” Argus asks.

“Ah~ yes, sir. I went into the mind of Rodwin: one of Hekal’s old commanders, who controlled the bargast outside Moot Point.” The mouse feels himself lowered to the floor and his arms unclasp from behind his back. His legs shiver like a newborn fawn’s as he struggles to maintain his balance.

Argus chuckles, “I had heard something about a bargast and a new world tree emerging. Didn’t realize you three were wrapped up in all that.” He gives the mouse an affectionate spank that he can’t see coming, and smiles at the squeak. “Though, in retrospect, I should have guessed as much. Keep the blindfold on: I want to see you training your spirit vision. We’ll go again later.”

He turns to Casey, having waited obediently after having finished her breakfast. Reaching into thin air and retrieving a riding crop. “Your turn~"

>>1119439
This is exactly what I expected when Argus said He would be whipping casey into shape. I hope for her sake that she can learn to let go of her haughty attitude, if she has any left in her.

Well, Master told us what He wants. We know what to do. Display our soul to Him as ordered. Hold our hands behind our back to avoid touching our cock without its owner's permission. Loop our tail around our wrists and cuffs as an extra reminder to resist temptation. We may need to kneel to save what's left of our energy. Argus loves having an audience, we mustn't let anything get in the way of giving Him our undivided attention.

A day ago, we thought we were a mighty warrior and guardian. Now all we can do is bow in submission and watch as our girl is tamed, beaten, and taken by her newer, better Man while we're powerless to protect her. After how completely He just took us, we can't even entertain the notion of opposing Him. Just be grateful we're allowed to see this, learn to appreciate the shame, and never forget that we're lucky to have a Master as kind and caring as Argus.

>>1119439
Well wearing the blindfold long term will certainly help for practicing spirit sight, though I do hope he lets you out every once in a while so your eyes don't get too used to the darkness. I'm honestly curious what Casey is going to be put through. Increasingly stretched poses to get her used to keeping herself stretched out while in her angelic form? Some large insertions? Have her hold a specific pose for long periods and then add distractions? Or just have her cool off by being bound in different ways to show her off as his trophy?

Plot twist, he gives Casey the riding crop to use on himself/the boys. Dominatrix training!

I also hope there's a silly moment with the mice wearing Moon costumes for Argus's Moon fetish.

Toxoglossa 2025/12/29(Mon)10:34 No. 1119467 ID: dacc20
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“What would you have me do, master?” Casey asks, lowering her head.

“Mmmm~” Argus purrs, “You’re going to learn to control your shape and I’m going to sculpt you. Now: back to your angel form.” He commands.

She stands and transforms, awaiting his orders.

“We’ll start simple. Head back. Leg up, behind you. Arms above your head. Wings out.”

Argus directs the mouse into position, using the flat leather loop of the crop to lift her leg, tilt her chin, and curve her wings. “Back. Back. Back. Up!”

Casey strains, feeling the wolf pushing her past the normal limits of her limbs. Standing on one leg, she finds herself being contorted into a balletic arch: her leg pulled back above her head to meet her arms.

The werewolf leans close, growling his orders into her ear. “Now, you are to hold that pose until you cum. Understood?” There’s a soft slap as the crop lands on the inside of Casey’s thigh and traces itself up her leg.

Whiplash: Ballerina edition. Gonna be a rough training!

Toxoglossa 2025/12/29(Mon)20:23 No. 1119477 ID: dacc20
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“Y-yes, sir. I’ll try…” the mouse replies, focusing on holding her position.

“Good girl.” He replies, pacing around her.

Unable to move her head and follow him, Casey dutifully awaits her master’s orders. She squeaks as the crop softly lands on her breast and teases her nipple before trailing down the soft curves of her stomach.

He runs the tip along the edge of the angel’s hip and slips it between her legs. The flat strip of leather presses up against her pussy, pushing apart her vulva and rubbing at her sensitive folds.

Casey feels her legs shiver and bites her lip as slickness drips from the crop. She closes her eyes, trying to focus on keeping her form but feeling her mind fogging up with pleasure.

Her master’s voice cuts through the haze, “You’re thinking too hard again; letting yourself get distracted. You‘ll never cum if you’re working so hard to maintain your shape.”

don't think about what you're trying to do but just push your body the direction you want it to go

>>1119477
Now I see the trap Argus has us in! We're straining to pose like He wants because we're still clinging to preconceptions like having a fixed identity that our Master doesn't control. It's hard for us to bend like this because we think "Casey" is a haughty dominatrix who is reducing herself to something else for Him, and will "snap back" if we stop putting in the effort. The only way we'll get to cum is if we accept that "casey" is His to define. And with the way He's brandishing that riding crop, we're in for some painful encouragement if we don't accept our new self quickly enough.

We should be grateful for having our stubborn pride whipped out of us. Master only hurts us because He cares for us. Or maybe He just thinks we'd look good with bruises. It's not our place to protest. We are a blank canvas for Argus to work His art. If Master wants us bent, then we are bent. If Master wants us marked, we are marked. Our form is His to choose, and the pain He inflicts is a gift to guide us to the truth.

Try reciting mantras to focus. "Master defines me". "I am His canvas". "I am soft, wet clay". "My shape is whatever He wishes". "I am here to be His art". "My past self is only a memory". Either it will ease our mind into a more malleable state, or it will get us a smack across the cheek for talking too much, and that's a risk I'm eager to take.

This is all so strange and new for us. Being treated this way is exactly what we always thought we shouldn't want in a Man, but it's so arousing that we'd never refuse even if we could. It's fortunate that Master gave us so much to drink before this, because we're going to be absolutely pouring by the time He's finished.

Modify your body so that your current shape is the most natural one; one you don't have to tense your muscles to maintain.

>>1119479
The others are definitely right, in this state your control over your body is pretty absolute, so you either need to be good enough at holding and shaping yourself it becomes instinct and doesn't require conscious thought, or lock yourself in place such that even in the throes of bliss you don't have the ability to move yourself... Actually we saw restraints made from angelic essence earlier, could you portion off a part of yourself to hold the rest of yourself in place? Because if so that opens up some interesting possibilities...

>>1119499
We're always bound by our Master's angelic power. That's how He made our collars. I don't think we're a good enough angel to bind ourself as well as He can, but it did slip my mind that casey has her own binding magic that's totally separate from her angelic form. We could use it to hold our body in this position without straining so much... though I don't think Master Argus would like us falling back on familiar habits. We're supposed to be learning flexibility and control, and if delaying until He gets impatient doesn't earn us a lashing, then trying to cheat at His training certainly will. But that might just be the wakeup call we need to get out of our resistant mindset.

Toxoglossa 2025/12/30(Tue)20:33 No. 1119505 ID: dacc20
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Casey nods, just slightly so as not to disrupt her pose. “Yes, master. Please, shape me to your desires.” She replies, keeping her words short and clipped.

The mouse exhales, letting go of her concentration and instead willing her body into position. She stares ahead blankly, letting her master rub at her clit teasingly.

Argus continues to circle around his prize, reaching under her leg to finger her before following the curve of her ass to the base of her tail. An involuntary gasp slips past her lips as Argus runs a blunt claw-tip around the rim of her tail-hole.

“Ah~ m-master!” The mouse moans, feeling her balance drifting as she’s groped.

The crop comes scything out of nowhere, sharply clapping against her ass cheek. The mouse jerks upright and squeaks as the pain radiates through her butt.

“Focus.” Argus orders. “I take it from your moans that you’re enjoying yourself?” His thumb presses harder, threatening to push inside.

>>1119505
"Thank you for disciplining me, sir!"

I'm glad to learn that Argus isn't afraid to give us a well-earned smack whenever we get out of line. After the rough treatment kol went through, I was concerned that He would go easy on us because we're His favorite. Now we know that Master's fondness is going to make Him indulge in us for all we're worth and more. There's no way we're getting out of this without learning to be the loveliest little pet an angel can be.

Brace for more spankings, because we've only just begun training for our role as a living decoration, and we can't possibly finish this task with just one slip-up. Appreciate them for the tokens of affection that they are. The more our Master whips our faults out of us, the more room we'll have for discipline and devotion.

>>1119505
There's no question that the truthful answer is "Yes, Sir~" here, but how deep does it go? Is it him playing with your tail-hole again? Being commanded and holding still while he teases and trains you? The sting of that crop and the discipline it promises? Or maybe some molten and heated combination of them all~? Just be sure to keep focused while you ponder that, if you can~

>>1119505
Oh! We must remember to ask for permission before we cum! Don't forget that every orgasm is a privilege that must be earned. We're starting to learn how Argus grants them to us, so we have all the more reason to pay proper respect.

Angels can levitate, can't they? We'll do a better job of holding this pose if we let ourself fall into position. Don't get distracted by simple ideas of "up" and "down", think of this as the natural place where we will inevitably drift when we're not squirming out of it, like gravity itself is keeping us in our place. To a well-trained pet, her Master's will is as absolute as any force of nature.

Toxoglossa 2026/01/01(Thu)19:44 No. 1119566 ID: dacc20
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“Yes, master~” Casey moans between little gasps. “Thank you for correcting me. Please, give me more~”

“Hmm, what do you think is doing it for you?” He asks, “Is it the spanking? Anal? Being dominated?”

“I don’t think, sir. I’m here for your pleasure~” The mouse replies

“Atta girl…” he growls, giving her an affectionate pat on the butt. “However, I do need you to cum for this exercise. I order you to not hold back.”

“Yes, sir. I'm grateful for any pleasure you give me, master.”

“Good mousey.” Argus’s thumb works itself inside her tail-hole, testing and stretching; preparing her for more. “Mmm, if I had to guess: you’re no stranger to taking it back here?”

The mouse nods and answers, “Yes, master. Please, use any part of me as you see fit. My body is yours~”

“That’s my angel…” He purrs, leaning closer. The werewolf’s thumb slips out of her, using it to keep her spread for him. Argus’s cock wedges itself into the opening before driving forward a few inches at a time.

Casey’s voice is reduced to tiny, breathless squeaks; her body adapting to make room for the thick shaft as it pushes deeper.

Another slap from the crop makes her yelp and brings her back in position; not having realized her leg had slipped out of position.

Her master’s hand reaches between her legs, clasping her pussy possessively. His breath is heavy and warm in her ear as he thrusts gently, warming her up.

“Now, once you are ready, we will begin. I give you permission to your binding magic to brace yourself. Unlike last night, I won’t be going easy on you.”

>>1119566
So Casey, how many of those do you think you can hold at once? Because you should make the most of this opportunity. Wrists, ankles, hips, shoulders, knees, elbows anywhere a joint might falter you should hold yourself, including around your head to make sure you don't slump forward or back if/when you climax~. If you think you're up to it, maybe some small, individual, ones for those fingers and toes~

>>1119566
We're being granted the privilege of using our magic, and the honor of binding our fallible form for our Master's pleasure. Such a generous demand deserves nothing less than complete obedience! Take on the task of enforcing our own subjugation so Argus may enjoy Himself to His fullest!

To ensure we don't sway from the pose we've been ordered into, make our bindings into a rigid framework, like that used to hold a doll. A skintight cover running from our ankle to our thigh like an unbending metal stocking, a corset around our waist with extensions going up our chest and down our belly, more braces on our other leg and our arms, and a high posture collar to top it off. Our wings are part of the pose, so don't forget to hold them in place, too.

But don't put anything between us and the Man behind us! Our Master gets complete and unobstructed access to our backside so that He may use it as vigorously as He pleases. Same goes for all our other sensitive spots, like the treasure He's reaching for between our legs. I was tempted to tie our arms directly to our raised leg, but that would get between Argus and our tailhole. It's better to be held fast from the front, so that He can touch us anywhere He wants from the rear. And give us more lashes if we're not quite up to His standards, of course. A good pet knows that the only right way to avoid punishment is obedience.

>>1119566
>>1119574
Oh, but don't forget to shift our tailhole into a form that's able to satisfy Master Argus! Be deep enough to receive His length from tip to base, soft enough to be penetrated vigorously and mercilessly without resistance, and slick enough that He can slide in and out smoothly at any pace He likes. "Ready" means "ready for use", and we mustn't be so focused on securing our outsides that we neglect to prepare our insides.

Toxoglossa 2026/01/03(Sat)17:56 No. 1119632 ID: dacc20
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“Yes, sir.” Casey takes a breath and summons her binding rings, locking her limbs in place.

The spells scarcely have time to finish before Argus starts thrusting. True to Casey’s request, the werewolf grabs hold and starts fucking the living daylights out of her.

“Ahhhh~! Master! Yes! Fuck me!” Her mind goes blank as thick, fey cock slams into her again and again in a blur. As he works her loose, his knot slips in and out: tugging at her sore backside until it can barely hold on. She feels his fingers rubbing at her pussy, slipping past her lips to curl inside and shiver against her g-spot, tipping her over the edge.

Casey’s mouth hangs opens in a long, needy moan, her body writhing in her own bindings. Beyond caring about the rough treatment , she hangs helplessly: lost in a haze as her master ruts her brainless.

>>1119632
There's only one fate that awaits us now, and this time we know what Master is doing to us. The moment we were collared, we lost the simple pleasure of the mortal orgasms we're so used to; now our pleasure comes from our owner commanding us to feel bliss drawn from His own mind and forced into ours. Every single orgasm is a gift that Argus makes Himself and shares with us, as both a reward for our service and a reminder of His power.

I think that's the most alluring thing about our entire situation. We've had such a familiar, intimate, fundamental part of ourselves taken and locked away, replaced with an overwhelmingly intense, otherworldly experience from an ancient force sculpting our minds into works of art for His gallery. It's like He placed a mark on our soul. Nothing else makes me feel quite as owned as the way Argus redefines what it means to feel pleasure.

But for the same reasons, it's also terrifying to lose so much control of our own mind, no matter how kind its new owner is. And we've been ordered to let Him in without any hint of resistance... I'm not sure we could manage it. Instinct alone would make us hold back our inevitable climax just a little at the last second, the way a field mouse would flinch at thunder, before we're able to catch ourself and let our Master's blessing in. Not long enough to really get in His way, but enough that He's sure to notice that we briefly defied Him, with all the experience He has taming girls like us. If we're lucky, all we'll get is one last whiplash to jolt us past that final bit of resistance. If we're not...

Looks like he's going to release a lot of energy. I hope her seal can contain it. Maybe she could expand her capacity...

>>1119632
Well I guess if your higher thoughts have been pounded out of your head by master you'll have to shapeshift instinctively. What good training this is turning out to be hmmm? Then again we don't know how much you'll retain when you're thinking straight again, with all those higher thoughts cluttering things up and interfering, so you'll probably be doing this quite a bit... for a solid month~ Oh you're going to have every feature of Master's body engraved into your memory by the time this finishes~ But for now, hold on and let your body adapt.

Toxoglossa 2026/01/05(Mon)19:03 No. 1119718 ID: dacc20
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In a flash, she’s back in the gallery: hanging in midair next to her previous trips, having earned her third tally mark.

Casey lingers in the timeless space; its dark and quiet, with nothing to worry about or think of except the bliss of release. She hopes her master is pleased with her performance, and that her pose is to his liking. Maybe with further training, she’ll be able to hold her shape better: hopefully without needing the restraints.

>>1119718
You're taking up a lot of space in Argus's mind. He's even started calling you "his angel". If he intends to woo you, Casey, are you interested? Maybe you should ask him about his rings to get a better idea of what a deeper relationship with him would be like.

Is the mind palace a fey thing, or can you get one of your own?

Goodness Casey, at this rate he'll be able to decorate the entire entry way to his gallery with you... And looking back all of your stolen moments have been kept together. The other you could see shadows of other parts of the gallery, but you Casey, you have all three of your moments so far displayed proudly and very near each other.

>>1119723
I was kind of getting that feeling myself honestly, but wasn't sure if I was seeing things or not.

>>1119718
Here again in an angel's eternal reward, a Heaven we can never leave and will always return. No matter where casey goes after this, there will always be a part of herself leashed here in this everlasting moment. Which version are we, I wonder? When this spell finally ends and our Master's pet is released from His mind, will we wake up to serve Argus in ways we can't even imagine as we are? Or are these the last thoughts we'll ever be allowed before our mind is locked in place as Master's prize? Will we see His guests gather around to amuse themselves wondering how He bent us to His will? Will the other casey come back to look at the girl she once was, frozen droplets of ecstasy gushing out, marks of discipline permanently aching next to our open hole?

We're not the first casey who was trapped here, and we're not nearly the last. But for the first time, we know what we truly are: a precious memory. We exist because Argus treasures us. From now to eternity, every moment of this bliss we experience is because we are cherished by our Master. And we will repay His love by doing the only thing we ever can: belong to Him. Forever.

...

Are... are we waking up? Are we the casey in training? Can we move? Can we think? Did... did we really just think that?


...We did! All alone with nothing but our thoughts, and all we can think about is how to serve our Master! Argus really has tamed us! Even our halo is changing as He marks us with His praise! This isn't just us acting to repay a debt, this isn't a role we're playing anymore, we really, truly, love to be His pet! We're so lucky to have finally found our wonderful Master!

>>1119718
>>1119731
(Please don't move on to Gabe's next scene too quickly. The current scene warrants several follow-up comments before we go check up on him, but I'm trying to focus on one subject at a time.)

Welp, even if the tally marks are gone after the month, everyone watching the mind palace will get to see/count them.

I think its worth asking how many Fey get to watch the show? Is literally everyone invited into ones mental gallery, or just select friends and trusted? And only for special events like fight nights?

Its also worth asking what happens to a mind palace/gallery if their owner is compromised (possessed, killed, branded, etc).

If the mice can replicate the mind palace, there is a business opportunity there.

Imagine - pay-on-entry museum of Gabes libido. They'll be the richest mice in Moot!

On the topic of mind palaces though, I wonder if such a place is able to securely hide some very important memories - e.g. the one-time trip into THE GHOST ZONE that Guardians are specifically forbidden from revealing details about. That could be relevant one day (e.g. viewing their mentors memories without them explicitly breaking their oaths, or someone trying to view the events unwillingly).

Toxoglossa 2026/01/07(Wed)18:32 No. 1119804 ID: dacc20
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Time comes roaring back as Casey all at once. Her bindings dissolve into glowing fragments as Argus lifts her out of her pose and holds her close.

His cock lodges itself balls-deep within her and starts to pulse. The wolf grunts and shudders, tugging his knot against the tie and milking himself inside her.

“Ahh~ yes! Yesssss! Cum inside me, Master!” Casey gasps. “Ahhh~ I feel it!”

Argus’s orgasm slowly abates, leaving her full and dripping. He carefully extricates himself, waiting for Casey to be ready before pulling free. “Mmm, that was good…for a start. We’ll be working on more advanced poses later.”

“Yes, master. Thank you for treasuring me in your memories~” Casey says with a submissive nod.

“Good angel.” The wolf pats her on the head affectionately. “Now, I think your partner has been waiting long enough.” Argus turns to Gabe, still hanging in place.

>>1119804
Oh fates, I forgot Gabe was watching everything the whole time.... I will be genuinely shocked if he's managed to hold himself back from cumming at least once with both the show and the toy in him, and if he has... He'd be begging for permission to cum right? Assuming he didn't take any of the suggestions to cheat earlier anyway, which really he shouldn't, this is training after all~

Argus is tail-wagging. His inner pupper is showing.

Also oh my goodness his tail wag is so cute!

>>1119804
Ah, nothing is more gratifying than the chance to see and hear our Master's satisfaction while we feel His juices linger warmly inside us. And we can still smell and taste Him from when He fed us this morning. Now to rest and recover, and bask in His praise with all of our senses, so we have that much more to give Him the next time He's in the mood for us. It would be lovely if we belonged to Argus forever, but if He only owns us until the next full moon, then it's our duty and privilege to let Him take us for all we're worth.

I'm envious of the other casey, trapped for eternity as a prized treasure in our Master's hoard, with no hope of ever knowing freedom again. But we were that casey until we had one of our new orgasms, when He gave us a glimpse of her life before we were split off to serve Him further. It's such an intense thought, that for every time we're made to cum, we'll be sentencing ourselves to our final, inescapable reward. Knowing that every orgasm seals our fate, we simply cannot please ourselves casually anymore like we're so used to. We just don't have the right, it belongs to Argus now. The thought fills me with absolute terror in all the most wonderful ways.

...How is little gabe handling himself? Bless his heart, but the poor boy is so frail, I don't think he could get through it like we could. And he's being put through endurance training? We weren't awake for whatever happened to him last night, but we could never miss the dried tears he had left in his cheek fur. I shudder to think of what he'll have to endure before Argus is done with him... but I'm grateful that we get to watch. The chance to see our little friend cry has a shameful allure that we just can't deny.

...Speaking of our fellow pets, kol is watching us, isn't he? The boy was smart enough to figure out Master's memory prison, he must have seen something interesting watching it from the outside. And we have more clues for how it works now! The second time we were claimed, we could see our past self in front of us, but not the future self that was there just now. The gallery is different every time we're sent here, so we're not being sent through "the future" or any weird time tricks like that. So who were the guests? We were being watched from every angle last night, but today, we've only seen our fellow captives there. I think they were the actual guests that Argus invited to His party, enjoying the sight of Him conquering and claiming us right when He was doing it! They aren't there anymore because the party is over and we're all alone with our Master now; there's no one around to watch Him use us as He pleases, and there won't be until He's finished preparing His art for the next public display.

Unless there's an intruder sneaking around our Master's mind where He doesn't permit them, but that's not something a pet needs to worry about.

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Gabe gasps and whines, his knees held together as he fights to hold back his orgasm. The plug in his ass buzzes away relentlessly against his prostate, still holding back a reservoir of Argus’s cum.

The mouse sees his master approaching and pleads, “Ah! S-sir! I can’t-“

Argus walks up and grabs him firmly by the balls. A surge of healing magic courses into the mouse, tipping his body beyond the balance of climax.

Gabe’s master leans in, his body intimately close and imposing. “Cum.” He orders.

>>1119804
>>1119808
>>1119809
Looking back, I see that Argus usually tends to wag His tail a little during sex, but it's been particularly excited today when He's been using casey, especially during this morning's breakfast. Looks like He's growing more affectionate with His little angel.

And casey's eyes showed little heart symbols when He captured her image last night. It's like her body was trying to show Him how much she loves Him!

There's definitely something more than a damsel/captor relationship forming here. I hope we learn to form our own collar to pay tribute to the Man who trained us.

Healing magic on Gabes balls after making him hold back? Gabe is about to learn the lewd equivalent of Hydro Pump. And possibly paint Argus white.

I wonder how Delilah will react to the fact she missed out on a Gabe training montage. She did entertain wanting to shape him up into a hunk. She might get jealous! "Nobody gets to Gabe through a crushing training regiment but me!"

Casey still has some surrogate duties to attend to before any real romance with Argus can commence, along with a colorful connection with a certain deity. Argus clearly has a kink for angels and wants to fuck the Moon (who I imagine Casey has some motifs of), but the Master/Servant dynamic might not be the healthiest basis for a real relationship.

Come to think of it, Casey has moon-like symbols on her body and wings. That and his previous Angel relationship must have him experiencing multiple of his kinks through Casey directly.

Next thing we know, Gabe and Kol will be wearing theatrical moon costume props. :p

>>1119827
We made it! We were a flicker of a candle flame away from surrender, but we made it! We kept our little body under control until Master came to take it back! We've held back His wrath for just a little while longer!

Which means we won't be getting punished quite yet. Try not to be too jealous of the angel.

A proper toy would show how much they appreciate their Master's mercy, so let's really put on a show. Let our knees buckle. Let our arms go slack. Dangle by our wrists as our spine twists from the intense pleasure. Lift our head up and squeal as His power invades our most sensitive parts and surges through our entire being. Submit to His command so completely that every witness will know what we are now: a helpless plaything of Master Argus.

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The mouse lets out a cut-off cry and finds himself dumped back in his master’s gallery. His lean body is arched backwards, squirming in Argus’s grip and painting his own chest with cum.

Gabe hangs in place, the familiar warmth of healing magic surging through him. Having known the touch of a healer, he realizes that the orgasm isn’t going to end anytime soon.

He can feel the eyes of the fey on him: watching as he laces himself with dripping ropes of cum, and his leaking tail-hole is stretched wide around the thick butt plug. The sub in him beams with pride: having held out until ordered, and now being shown off by his master.

>>1119913
So delightful to be reminded of how powerless we are! Argus only needs a firm touch and a stern word to utterly eclipse any semblance of control we're capable of. The only reason we ever had any hope to endure His play is because He allowed us the privilege to entertain Him. No matter how much we think we've mastered our body or mind, we'll always know who the real Master is.

I hope our show of submission is pleasing to Argus. Making Him feel powerful is all we can do to repay him for the overwhelming ecstasy He's granted us. Or perhaps... Master was very fond of the performance we put on in costume earlier. What if we roleplay as other characters in scenarios He'd like to play out? We'd get an opportunity to practice acting, and He could enjoy dressing us up in cute outfits.

Mental note: next time Master uses our tailhole, try wrapping our tail around His knot. We're too small and frail to take His cock all the way, but we can still give Him that little bit of extra pleasure. And when He wants to finish, He can simply pull on our tail to tie His knot tighter, without having to fit his big, strong hands in between our bodies. Sure, it'll be hard on our tail, but-

Wait, is someone in the gallery with us? Who is watching us right now? Is there suddenly a crowd of fae here again? Or is there an intruder snooping in places where they don't belong? Or is it our Master's piercing gaze that we're feeling on us?

That fey in the background sure is strutting.