Dungeons And Dalliances Ch 270 279

7.04 - Mentorship II

In long, confident strides, Instructor Robin led them out of the administrative building. After a short walk, it became clear they were headed for the entrance of Tenet and thus onto the streets of Aradon. Natalie had assumed they'd at least be staying on campus.

"Can I, uh, ask where we're going?"

"My home," Instructor Robin replied easily.

She stumbled a step. Her

home?

Why in the world would Instructor Robin be taking her to the place she lived? What sort of 'mentorship' did she have planned that couldn't be handled inside her office, or some other space on the Tenet campus?

Naturally, Natalie's thoughts went toward less appropriate places, but she squashed those down—an inability to control her fantasies was how she'd ended up in this mess in the first place. Though really, taking a student back to her private residence had to be inappropriate, right? Was Tenet aware Robin was doing this? Maybe they didn't need to be; it was her prerogative to handle Natalie's mentorship as she deemed fit.

Putting aside the surprise, Natalie found herself eager to see what Instructor Robin's home looked like. She was a decorated academy instructor, someone accomplished even more so than the average high-ranker, who, as a whole, were already among the upper echelons of society.

Leaving Tenet's gates behind, Instructor Robin guided her to a carriage and opened the door for her. Natalie hesitated, but stepped up and inside. Instructor Robin followed.

Thus, it was just the two of them. Instructor Robin didn't need to give directions to the coachman; without a word, the carriage stuttered forward and began plodding along Tenet's streets. Probably, he was under her employ, the same man who drove her back to her house every day.

Instructor Robin sat across from her, facing her with that usual cool demeanor. Blue eyes searched Natalie's face with a quiet, intense contemplation.

"It's not a far ride," Robin said. "I don't intend to keep you long, a few hours at most, but especially for our first session, I would rather host you somewhere more comfortable—a place where we can speak freely."

"Uh," Natalie said, still caught off guard by all of this. She frankly couldn't see why she would need to be taken to Instructor Robin's home under any circumstances. The vague explanation had cleared up nothing. "Sure?"

"I would like to remind you that this will be guidance-giving as much as punishment," Robin continued. "In normal circumstances such sessions would normally involve grueling physical training supplemented by discussions of the flaw that brought you to one-on-one training with an Instructor. Considering the particular

nature

of the mistakes you've made, though, I've decided other methodology is more appropriate."

Natalie barely stopped herself from replying with another ineloquent, 'Uh.'

"And those plans are?"

"You will discover shortly," Robin said. "No need to rush." The Instructor crossed her legs and leaned back. "Before we get to the crux of the matter, I would prefer to get to know you."

"Get to know me?" she echoed.

"Tenet keeps files on all of its students, yes, but such reports are clinical in nature. I would like to hear your story from you, if you don't mind. Briefly—no need to divulge what you don't wish to. Let's begin with, say, what brought you to Tenet?"

"Ah." That sort of question, at least, was more or less what she had expected from a mentorship session. And she didn't mind answering. Instructor Robin was a person she respected, and while the 'punishment' to come was somewhat foreboding, she didn't mind a candid conversation. "I have to figure the same reason most people end up at Tenet. I want to level up and get stronger. Get better at what I do. Delving, combat, my class, so on."

The Instructor's lips quirked. "Distilled, yes, that is the essence of what brings most students to an academic institution. But I meant the particulars." She cocked her head. "You come from a small village to the south, no? Along with your two teammates?"

Ah. The full story, then. Her life in brief.

The ride lasted fifteen minutes, and Natalie and Instructor Robin spent that time getting to know each other. Or, well, it was mostly Natalie responding and Robin asking, but there were a few times Robin interjected some insight into her own life, like how she had also attended Tenet however many years ago.

She was a polite and attentive listener, and Natalie nearly forgot her circumstances, relaxing into the easy flow of conversation. When the carriage shuddered to a stop, though, she was reminded.

The carriage had taken them to Instructor Robin's house. Though 'house' was an inadequate word. The place Robin lived was closer to Baron Crestwood's manor than it was a place Natalie would call a home as she knew them. Not

quite

as spacious and gaudily constructed, but not far off, either.

It was another reminder of Instructor Robin's status within the city of Aradon, or society as a whole. Delving was a lucrative career even for low-rankers, hence why so many people, both prepared and unprepared, were willing to risk their lives down in the dungeon. Natalie and her team could pull in more money in a single weekend delve than her parents would earn in months. And they were only level twos and threes. Instructor Robin, who was somewhere between ten and fifteen? Not to mention the significant paycheck she must be earning from Tenet? This woman was rich in the way even many noble families weren't. The three-story manor in front of her was probably well

beneath

her means, even.

Or...maybe. Property in the middle of Aradon, with an expansive grounds to go along with it, probably quadrupled the value of the manor, if not more. Natalie wasn't sure what real estate was worth, especially in the capital city.

"It's somewhat ostentatious, I admit," the Instructor said, catching the way Natalie had paused to look around at the manor and grounds. "I do believe I would have been fine with something simpler. But Isla came from a less affluent background than I, and it was obvious she admired the spectacle." Her eyes roamed across the lush green grass and the elegant structure. "I find myself unable to resist spoiling her."

Natalie blinked at the genuine affection in Instructor Robin's voice, then smiled. Whenever Robin spoke about her wife, her calm and reserved tone didn't survive—fondness always leaked through. It was more than a little cute. The woman was obviously still in love, even twenty-seven years of marriage later.

"Please, follow me," Instructor Robin said. "We should begin this session in earnest. I don't wish to waste your time."

7.05 - Mentorship III

Instructor Robin guided her through her home up into her personal office, which Natalie couldn't help but find ironic, because why had they taken a trip through the city if she was going to be sitting in a chair and talking like they could've at Tenet? Though she was sure Instructor Robin had more planned today.

After settling into her chair, and Instructor Robin doing the same behind her desk, she wasted no further time getting to the point.

"You were assigned a mentor because of your egregious lack of judgment during your previous quest," Instructor Robin bluntly said. "While showing exceptional performance in combat, you brought the city baron's daughter into an alleyway and engaged in sexual activity with her—not just breaking public decency laws, but threatening the reputation of the local ruling family. And in extension, and perhaps more importantly, endangered Tenet's reputation."

She hadn't been kidding, then; no more friendly small talk and getting to know each other. A flush crawled up Natalie's neck, and she glanced away.

"That's the gist of it, yeah."

Honestly, she hadn't been all that chastised by the Dean, merely intimidated and frightened for what punishment might come. The disapproval in Instructor Robin's voice hit much harder.

"I would like to hear your side of the story."

"I'm not sure that'd paint me in a better light."

"Elaborate."

Natalie shifted around in her chair. She really didn't need to make things worse for herself by explaining—but her sentence had already been passed by the Dean, and she'd outed herself with her initial statement.

"I'm sure whatever report you were given was accurate," Natalie said. "There's not much more to say, not anything that would excuse my behavior, make it less bad. If anything, my teammates were repeatedly warning me to

not

get carried away with Alaina, and I ignored them." She shrugged. "So, like I said, 'my side of the story' just makes things worse."

Instructor Robin considered her.

"What made you disregard your teammates' advice?"

"A pretty girl climbed into my lap," Natalie said. "And all but begged me to—" she coughed. Her cheeks continuing to darken, she shrugged awkwardly. "I didn't

actively

choose to ignore them. I was just, uh. You know. Compromised, I guess you'd say."

Did she really have to explain this to her primary combat Instructor? How mortifying.

"Mm," Robin said. "I don't believe there's a single man or woman accepted into Tenet who is lacking in willpower. The training regimen and quality of competition precludes it. You, as all other students, are clearly dedicated, determined, and driven. So why are you so easy to sway in this particular regard?"

"Pretty girl," Natalie repeated. "Sitting in my lap. I don't know what you want me to say."

"You recognize the problems your libido creates for you?" Instructor Robin asked, the word 'libido' nearly making Natalie flinch. Seriously—this was so embarrassing. "Not only have I caught you neglecting my classes with

other

students of mine, but you're also willing to put your team's reputation in danger. You admit these

are

problems, stemming from your attitude?"

"Yeah," Natalie said. "Yeah, I know."

Instructor Robin nodded, approving. "The important part of making a mistake is learning from it. Analyzing what caused the lapse of judgment and determining how to prevent similar lapses in the future."

"And you have a plan to fix that?" Natalie asked, unable to not sound at least

somewhat

sarcastic.

Instructor Robin raised an unimpressed eyebrow. Without answering, she stood and walked over to a cabinet. As she swung the door open, an outfit was revealed to be hanging on a hook. Nonchalant as ever, Instructor Robin grabbed it by the hanger and closed the cabinet.

"Uh," Natalie said.

The other shoe, it seemed, had dropped.

"For you," Instructor Robin said. "Your uniform, to be worn during these mentorship sessions."

"I'm sorry?" she stammered in sheer disbelief.

Instructor Robin was holding a maid's uniform, black and white frills in traditional style. Except not traditional—because the skirt was tiny. It would barely reach past mid-thigh. The top had a deep cutout, and undergarments came included.

She expected Natalie to change into those?

"I believe I sized them correctly," Instructor Robin commented, as if nothing was strange about this. "I have a good eye for such things."

Natalie's mouth opened and closed, not forming words.

"Your first task will be to clean my office," the Instructor continued. "Supplies are in the cabinet. Please be thorough." She handed the clothing to Natalie, who mutely took it. "I have more paperwork to finish in the meantime. You should be finished before I am."

Without further explanation, she returned to her seat, grabbed a pen, and pulled a short stack of papers from a drawer in her desk.

Earlier, Natalie had managed to convince herself she had misinterpreted her encounter with Instructor Robin post-Camille-incident, mostly thanks to her professional attitude throughout the past half-hour, and the obvious fondness she showed for her long-time wife.

But this. This couldn't be misinterpreted. Maybe, somehow, if the maid uniform had been a

normal

maid uniform, it could be. But this slutty thing? It was a fetish outfit. No matter how unperturbed and unaffected Instructor Robin had delivered the command, telling Natalie, her student, the one she was supposed to be mentoring, to dress up in a revealing maid uniform only had one implication.

Right?

Right?? The woman had such a damn perfect straight face that Natalie somehow doubted herself.

She supposed the topic of this 'mentorship'

was

Natalie's sexual proclivity and lack of control, and subsequently the problems it created for her, so ... was this a test? Though what the hell kind of test? Surely it broke some sort of Tenet guidelines, regardless, for a teacher to be suggesting such a thing.

Instructor Robin glanced up from her desk, seeing Natalie frozen there, uniform in hand. She raised an eyebrow.

"Is there a problem, Natalie?"

"N-No," she found herself replying instinctively. "Uh, just ..." Words didn't come out for a few seconds. "Where do I get changed?"

Instructor Robin tilted her head.

"Here, of course."

"Here?" In front of her?

"And don't neglect the undergarments," Instructor Robin said. "They complete the outfit nicely." She waved a hand in a mild show of impatience. "Our time together is limited. Please do as I've asked."

Natalie swallowed.

It was definitely a test. She looked at the uniform one more time—the lacy panties, the deep-cut blouse, the miniskirt.

Well.

Frankly, Natalie had no idea where this was leading, but ... she also couldn't say she didn't want to find out.

She just had to tread very, very carefully. This was her Instructor, after all, and she was already on thin ice with Tenet.

A test, she reminded herself. Definitely a test.

7.06 - Mentorship IV

Natalie put on her uniform.

She stood from her seat and hesitantly began unbuttoning her Tenet top. The experienced combat lead didn't so much as glance up from the paperwork she'd started on. That both emboldened and discouraged her. The tight-fitting combat-ready blouse came off, and still Robin didn't look up.

To her delight and terror, though—a very excited sort of terror—when Natalie stripped her bra off, there was a glance upward of blue eyes, which paused however briefly on her exposed chest. They flicked down quick enough that Natalie couldn't say she

knew

Instructor Robin was interested, but it gave her some confidence.

Confidence she quelled in short order. The most logical explanation for Robin's behavior here was that she was seeing if Natalie could be baited into acting inappropriately. Though

was

there any such thing as her acting inappropriately, given the situation? When she'd been ordered by a superior officer to strip naked and put on a slutty maid uniform?

Then again, considering the particular situation that had led to Natalie being disciplined in the first place, maybe Robin's choice of trial was reasonable.

Either way, it was an awful mess she was in.

Instructor Robin's studious focus didn't falter as Natalie stripped, not even when she had bared her lower half to the air. She liked to imagine Instructor Robin had to fight particularly hard to not steal a glance, but maybe Natalie was deluding herself.

Panties, bra, socks, and skirt followed, and then she donned the new outfit. She slipped on the maid's tight blouse last.

She had to admit Instructor Robin had been right. She had an eye for picking the right size. The uniform fit snugly, just tight enough for her to be all but spilling out of the frilly black and white lace, yet with the clothing still fitting. Not that any normal person would walk in and think,

oh, that's a normal maid uniform,

but hey, her nipples weren't showing, and neither was anything else sensitive. So in a way, she was ready for service.

Besides the erection she was sporting.

Instructor Robin looked up from her paperwork, and her gaze didn't so much as hesitate at the ten throbbing inches of girlcock that were proudly bulging up the skirt she'd given Natalie. She briefly wondered whether she was going crazy, the lack of reaction Instructor Robin gave.

"Supplies are in the cabinet, as I mentioned," Robin said.

Blushing furiously, she went and retrieved said supplies. There was a disinfectant spray—or so she assumed, since it was an unmarked bottle—and a thick sponge, along with a duster. When she'd finished pulling them out, Instructor Robin had set a light-blue crystal on the front of her desk. She caught the way Natalie's eyes widened at it.

"You know what this is?" Robin asked.

"A recording crystal, isn't it?"

"Indeed."

Recording crystals were absurdly expensive, because the magical artifacts required complex and precise magical workings to make function. Even more importantly, they were a relatively new invention and thus in low supply. It hardly surprised Natalie that Instructor Robin had one, though. She was a high-ranker. She could afford much more expensive toys, if she so desired.

"You're ... going to record me?"

"For review later, yes," Instructor Robin confirmed. "As I will with most of our sessions." She tilted her head. "Does that make you uncomfortable? I can assure you of my discretion."

Natalie swallowed. Uncomfortable? Definitely. But not in a bad way. Rather, in that same manner that had her skin already hot and her cheeks flushed.

There was, like usual, a veneer of practical explanation for why Instructor Robin would be recording their sessions for review—to go over what she'd done or said in more detail and adjust her approach for the next session.

In reality, it had to be because Instructor Robin wanted to be able to summon an illusionary image of Natalie crammed into the inappropriate maid outfit whenever she desired. What would Robin

really

be doing with the recording?

Slowly, Natalie shook her head. Instructor Robin could record her if she wanted. The idea had her feeling all sorts of ways, but that had never stopped Natalie before.

Instructor Robin nodded, then, without further comment, returned to her paperwork, gesturing for Natalie to begin with her own task.

She was excruciatingly aware as she went through the nooks and crannies of Instructor Robin's office of just how much the uniform exposed. Especially when she needed to bend over to reach a deep space—or, honestly, even somewhat shallow spaces. The tiny skirt barely kept her modesty even when she was standing up straight, and not at all when she got too excited and her erection started to push the fabric up. Even without that extra factor, bending over the slightest bit had the skirt lifting up past the curve of her ass. Facing away from Instructor Robin, she had no idea whether the older woman was admiring what was exposed.

The most maddening part was that Natalie didn't

know

if she was being ogled. She could have handled either, quite frankly. If she was or wasn't. It was the ambiguity of the situation that drove her insane.

And not in the anxious way, or at least not that alone. Excitement, as much as anything else. Even if she managed to keep her erection down, the slamming in her heart didn't slow as she went about cleaning her Mistress's—

Instructor Robin's

office.

Somewhat amusedly, Natalie sent off a prayer of thanks that she knew well enough how to clean. That wasn't a skill many Tenet students had, considering the sheer wealth they were born into. Likely the first time they'd ever done manual labor was for Tenet itself. That was part of the reason Tenet used cleaning details as their default punishment in the first place. Being forced into mundane labor like scrubbing floors was meant to humble the typical student, who came from high stations of birth. Natalie didn't find it remotely humbling, of course. It was just cleaning.