Dominatrix System

Waiting on other people's decisions wasn't my forte, to say the least.

After a couple of weeks of my instructor going through slow exercises on flexibility and agility, the Marquis hired an instructor for me to learn wh.i.p.s and a special type of sword. The whip blade. It was an interesting idea that I did not think of but the marquis said that my growing claws were not the best in all situations. If I was to be his third son's bodyguard and said he may as well invest in me.

I was happy that he put a lot into me and I gained a new appreciation towards him. I might be his surf but it seemed he saw me as a human resource and not his property at least in his thoughts. Having a Patron was a good idea when I first leave as well as giving someone the perception that mess with me mess with the crest I wear. More thoughts put into the back of my mind.

I continued to learn with not my "Young Master" as he slowly turned more and more girlish. He was more attentive in class making the Marquis happy but he pursued less and less in workouts with his knight trainers and persued more into the arts.

My life continued with my usual exercises and grind my levels in my new and old skills. When my new instructor showed up he was a Solid Man 197cm at least but dense muscle that was oddly lanky. Brown hair on top in a short almost buzzed haircut.

"Your Sally I take it." At this point, I was a two-year-old with Silver hair and two triangle ears out the top of my head. Dressed in a Brown burlap shirt and short burlap shorts they were uncomfortable but I will make them work for now while I worked out. I looked like a cute boy with silver hair. He stared at me sizing me up.

"I heard your shit with as a fencer but you show that you want to grow strong. Your previous instructor told me the exercises she has gone over with you and your interest in the whip and the whip blade." He was leading at this point and I started to believe this guy is the chatty type constantly talking to you. "Now Sally I tend to agree with your decision we can make a fighter out of you. You are on your way to becoming what the guilds classify as an F ranked fighter and that's without any good weapon training and just your body. For someone in the second year of their life that is way ahead of your peers.

"So I shall drill into your body hand to hand combat with hand blades the whip blade and normal wh.i.p.s. This will be your life you will wake up, You will eat a large breakfast, the Marquis has told me you might even eat better than some of his kin and then you train until midday then learn in the afternoon with the young master followed by dinner then stamina training. You and I Sally are going to get real training when you sleep you will be in pain when you wake to pain your existence with me will be pain. This is not my body will adapt Sally, I need your conviction. When you adapt I will come up with more ways to break down your body and build you up again.

"Now Sally what is your decision?" He asked me after his carefully timed speech to tell me what I'm getting into. There was no way I was saying no. He was giving the root to more power and I'm going to take it.

"No Regrets Power is what I seek." I simply said smiling never saying a truer statement about myself. The power I craved it sought it I needed power over others. This was merely the first step.

The new instructor smiled at me A large toothy Smile. "Then your Prison warden's name is Jack."

That day changed my life. I had no time for anything. Months turned to two years as I was abused in a way my previous world elite soldiers sweat at the mear thought. Every day I started sore and would dress in the maid outfit for waking the young mistress I was starting to call him and although he was confused at first he liked it. I would get him dressed and we would eat together when we would then split where he would go to music lessons and I would meet my prison warden Jack.

We would start with a "Light" run which was a full out sprint that increased every day around the property. One lap was approximately one and a half kilometers and at this point, we reached six laps now of full-on sprint. If I was slow in achieving it I would be the happy winner of more laps at night to complete at night. Next, we moved into flexibility exercises that also kept my muscles from tensing and kept me lose. I made Gymnasts from my previous incarnation look like they needed to work on flexibility at this point. After was sword training in various forms then whip training. Jack told me that I needed a foundation before I could go into blade wh.i.p.s. By this point already tired, it would be midday and I would wash up and go to classes with Young Mistress Derek. We learned a lot about the history of the family and the kingdom. We would then learn maths and finance.

Various days was Various topics. My one highlight was teasing the slowly changing Derek who was becoming more and more girlish. His mannerisms were changing and are having to correct himself on his he's and she's because he wants to refer to himself as herself without realizing it. I was getting a kick out of it.

After that, we ate together and then he went to more art classes. I went back to my prison warden. We then Spare with weapons wh.i.p.s, blades blunted to not kill each other. We would then come down to hand to hand combat. I was quickly learning to use my slowly growing claws that were growing sharper with training. My Fingers no longer were human as in my previous incarnation which would be hell when using a gun but I could tell the evolution of my beastmen species was centered around combat. I had 4 fingers and a thumb but they ended with no fingernail and had a cavity where my nails could recede and extend into and out of my fingers. They became a part of me and an extension of my fighting capabilities.

These years went on the system in the back of my mind thinking of ways I can get the system to provide me points and explore it further. Then one day it happened.