Bindings of Pleasure

Chapter 5: Healing scars

During the last few months of their first year, Corantin had started his plan to heal Emily. His first step had been to ensure no one would leer at her; this was not difficult to enforce; etiquette dictated to not ogle other student maids unless they invited it. He simply made it clear that he would not accept any glance. Second, he reassured her confirming and reconfirming that she did not have to engage in anything she did not feel comfortable with. It jeopardized their evaluation in sex class even more than before. It threatened to hold them in first year, but somehow, they managed to get a good enough mark to get a passing grade at the aggregated results.

It was now the end of summer; the pair had completed their first year of study. They had spent the summer break at the Auberron estate. They were currently on their way back to the capital for the new semester. The carriage was moving at a steady pace to ensure the horses while doing the round trip.

"Emily, now that we are alone, how was your stay?" asked Corantin to brighten the lengthy journey.

"I had a great time, master, everybody was so caring of a wreck like me. But I wish your father's lovers wouldn't have questioned me so often about our sex life.

Corantin had noticed since that night incident, she often derogated herself. He started to think Emily hated herself for not being able to have sex with him. Although he had no idea if this sentiment came from affection or her sense of duty. He felt like this unease she had could eventually over come the dread rooted within her. He also hoped creating positive sexual memories would help forget what she described as a nightmare. It would have been easy to use his authority to force her, but recreating the same situation that traumatized her would never bring positive memories.

"Ah ah! We can't blame them to expect us to do it daily, and not believe us never doing it.", continued Corantin, and they must have heard me, after I brought a girl to my room once or twice and assumed it was you.

"Yeahhh" sighted Emily.

She then looked out the window depressed. His efforts to brighten the mood having failed, Corantin also looked out the window. Unfortunately, the plains, farmstead and occasional hills composing the landscape of the Kingdom's southern territory did not provide much stimulation.

After two weeks, the carriage reached the capital at last. The carriage stopped at the control and entered the capital at a speed barely faster than walking next to it. The academy had originally been built outside the capital. But the hills between it and the royal palace had become a prime location over the years. Therefore, the previously isolated buildings were now deep within the walls of the noble district. Watching the snail pace of the carriage, Corantin wished he could have exited the carriage and use magic to fly the remaining distance. Yet, etiquette once again stopped him from doing as he wished. He silently cursed at the city he started to call "city of vanity" for ruining his mood as soon as he entered.

When they reached the academy, a new issue arose. While the academy did provide small rooms for maids at the maid dorm. The maid dorm was only intended from freshwomen, from their second year onward the maid trainees were expected to be capable of sleeping with their master. And it was not wrong, last year, Emily was the only maid still making use of the maid dorm. Emily, after months of thrust building, knew Corantin would never force himself on her. No, the issue came a couple of days later. As student pairs started to take their quarters in the dorm, they would fill the building with moans every night.

One would think Emily would be used to moans after an entire year of seeing her classmates embraced by their masters for a year. If it was not for the mental block she was suffering. She thought this entire time that the other girls were only moaning to fulfill the teachers' demands. But here she was turning in her bed unable to sleep because screams of pleasure were filling her ears. It would have been trivial for the couples to suppress the sounds with magic. But unfortunately for Emily, the young men loved to compete about who could make their partner moan the loudest. As the symphony of voices reached her night after night, Emily's mental block gradually broke leading to curiosity. Does sex really feel good? Can sex be that different than what I felt with the duke? And every night when she finally fell asleep her dreams were filled with images of her panting like her classmates.

One day, she could not hold her curiosity anymore. While they did not have anything to do, she asked her friends about how to explore sexuality. After revealing her past to Corantin, she also revealed it to them, so they knew of her trauma. Hearing this her friends all became jubilant. They all wanted her to move on, thus they had already discussed the steps she should take before taking cocks again. The answer they had come to was simple; she needed to masturbate. They gave her some simple pointers, nothing too complicated, after all she was a beginner. Rub her boobs or clit and stick a finger or two inside that kind of starter stuff.

Immediately, they informed Corantin to give Emily some time alone, so she could explore her body in peace.

A month passed, Emily's exploration of her sexuality slowly progressed, she made sure to dutifully report her progress to her circle of friends. Her budding sexuality had become the main topic of practically all their conversations. Then later that day, one of them would report Emily's progress to her master. They had become co-conspirators in pushing towards all of them thought Emily required; a good dicking to forget the past ones. These girls had willingly become glamorous sex slaves after all.

Corantin was sitting at his desk going peering at pieces of paper covered in arcane inscriptions. The inscriptions explained how to cast the viclardian battle mages' signature spell: arcane conflagration. Stories said it was created by the legendary wizard Viclard and used to great effect during his conquests and the foundation of Viclardie. Eventually, he took his eyes off the desk and thought of Emily's progress. Since taking counsel from her friends, she had made steady progress now using toys even managing to use dildos. His train of thoughts was suddenly interrupted by two arms hooking around his neck.