As the full moon begins to set in the early morning hours before dawn, you can still feel the magical gift of erotic pain your Master bestowed upon you during the ritual of transformation. As you rest your naked restrained body against the rough sharp edges of the cave wall, your mind begins to drift and replays the rite of passage you underwent when the full moon was at its zenith in the night sky. The images seem to come in and out of focus as your mind oscillates between crystal clarity and obscurity, in rhythm with the pulsing pain you still feel between your soft abused thighs.
When the sun begins to peek its bright warm fingers of light above the morning horizon, two of the young priestesses suddenly appear in your chamber. They remove the restraints that have held you captive throughout the night and then lead you to a warmly lit sun-filled room with a table full of food and drink, and a firm bed where you can rest. You are told that the Master has commanded that you be fed and rested so that you will be ready for his evening pleasure. The two priestesses then shut and lock the door, leaving you alone to wonder what your Master has in store for you when once again night descends.