The Edged Lexicon Ch. 05: Tutelage

This is a multi-chapter series based on The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, with a big focus on BDSM/kink. Any and all feedback is incredibly appreciated. Hope you enjoy!

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It had been a week since Nadine Rielle had been whipped, collared and welcomed into the ranks of others who shared her dark desires. The weekend that followed her initiation had been more subdued; the others providing Nadine with much needed support and affection after the rough ritual, giving her a chance to settle in her new spiritual home and take in any valuable information housed within. She got to know them all a little better - seeing Vex's icy exterior melt away somewhat as the two shared a bottle of spiced wine and bonded over their stories of growing up as headstrong young women, warming up to Astrid and Nazir as she witnessed their gentler, more nurturing sides. She truly felt a connection with these people as she talked to them, their stories fascinating her and revealing their own quirks, vulnerabilities and idiosyncrasies as they each unravelled their coloured histories. On the eve of Sundas, she left feeling uniquely enlightened, ready to explore Skyrim anew.

As she went about her business in the outside world over the next week - reading books, casting spells, exploring tombs - everything felt more vivid, more alive. She felt as if she were seeing the world for the very first time, as if reborn, rediscovering lands she had wandered through countless times before. Despite her new-found wonder, Nadine itched to return to her Sanctum and the denizens within it. She was surprised at how much she missed it already. By the time Fredas arrived, she galloped toward Honningbrew Meadery with a careless abandon, every bump and rock in the road making her cunt throb as she bumped up and down on her horse, struggling to contain herself. The journey was almost as thrilling as the destination, and by the time she arrived was already on the precipice of coming. Ulfberth opened the cellar door to see Nadine giggling, cheeks rosied and hair blown every which way.

"Well, isn't this an interesting sight?" he grinned, picking her up and carrying her over his shoulder as she continued giggling mirthfully, delighted to be back where she belonged.

Within the Sanctum, the festivities were just beginning. Ysolda and Ingun bowed subserviently as they received their orders, collared and naked this time as they served the others their drinks. Giraud and Drevis sat around the fire lost within an animated conversation, Drevis excitedly gesturing towards the bookcase looming over them. Astrid and Vex sat at the end of the table, wrapped up in their own discussion. Vex's usual frosty demeanour had given way to a vulnerability rarely seen - even she could not resist Astrid's powerful, intoxicating allure. Across the table, Nazir and Brynjolf shared bawdy jokes and tales of their own debauched evenings in taverns across Tamriel as they quaffed their ale. Amber liquid splashed over onto the table as Nazir slammed his tankard onto the surface, howling in mirth. Jolted from their conversation, Vex and Astrid looked over, smirking at their bravado and chest puffing.

The first to notice Nadine's entrance were Aela and Adrianne, quietly sipping wine and watching the door. Nadine got the impression they had been eagerly awaiting her arrival, the thought sending a shiver down her spine in anticipation. From her perch over Ulfberth's shoulder, she saw their reaction to her entrance into the room, Aela grinning as Adrianne raised an eyebrow at the sight.

"I see my husband has provided a distinguished entrance worthy of our newest member," Adrianne exclaimed, as her husband propped Nadine before them.

Brushing down her skirt, Nadine felt her cheeks heat as she observed the woman's eyes raking down her body.

Waving off her embarrassment, Adrianne continued. "You'll be helping serve this week, so go along with Ysolda and Ingun and get ready."

Nodding, Nadine followed the women as instructed, her eyes transfixed on the ladies' round, peachy arses, mesmerised by the way they gently swayed and bounced as they walked. Already her head was swimming, lust consuming her, yearning to submit. With the same skillful manner they'd used during her initiation, Ysolda and Ingun made short work of disrobing Nadine and led her to what looked like a broken mead tank from the boilery. As she inhaled the aroma of heady florals and felt steam surround her, she realised that it was a makeshift bath.

Tentatively dipping her toe in to test the temperature, she lowered herself into the vessel gently, savouring the scents of the oils and the warmth of the water. As the ladies soaped her up, tending to her with a gentle care, she realised how long it had been since she had last had a proper bath, somewhere indoors and secluded. She relished the feeling of being treated like royalty, relaxing into Ysolda's hands as the woman rubbed oil into her pinked skin and letting Ingun shave the hair from her nether lips with a razor-sharp dagger. Having both women pay such close, intimate attention to her body aroused her in ways she could neither describe nor comprehend, and as her secretions began to coat her now clean-shaven labia, the increased sensitivity was nearly enough to drive her over the edge.

Perfumed, freshly shaven and naked, all that was left was to be collared. Nadine ached to have her new favourite garment on - she loved everything that it signified, and how it made her feel while wearing it. Her obtaining the collar was a prize all in itself, and a privilege she didn't take lightly. Eager to receive her collar and begin the evening's activities, she gazed earnestly at her two mentors, who led the way back to the sanctum hall.

"Just in time, ladies," Ulfberth smiled, motioning toward the empty bottles on the table. "We were starting to get thirsty."

As Ysolda and Ingun sauntered off to fetch more drinks, Ulfberth led Nadine to a small display case, retrieving her collar from within. He chuckled at her eagerness, holding her hair back and fastening the collar snugly around her neck, making sure it was secure but still comfortable.

"How's that feel?"

She purred, the familiar leather caressing her neck. "Perfect, Sir."

"Good. Now, go fetch me an ale, wench." Ulfberth punctuated his command with a firm slap of Nadine's arse.

During dinner Nadine was made to fetch drinks, serve food and present herself in various manners. Her naked form was groped, fondled, spanked, flicked, teased and subject to the patrons' whims. However, those present were aware of the rules, and her satisfaction was always kept a little too far away. By the end of the evening her body ached and her skin bruised like fruit, but the gnawing need between her legs was still ever-present. Restless, she waited along with Ysolda and Ingun for her orders.

"Nadine, if you would like to follow me to my chambers," Giraud said, gentlemanly as ever. "It's time to begin your training."

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Shelves and display racks surrounded them as the pair stepped into the room. Giraud's chambers housed a desk, bench, armchairs and a plush cushioned bed by the opposite wall - designed specifically for one very particular sort of tutelage. It was the first time Nadine had been alone with someone since her encounters with Brynjolf, and the whole nature of the situation felt much more intimate and somehow more nerve-wracking than her previous liaisons. Shifting nervously on her feet, she felt her bare cunt lips rub against one another, slick with her excitement.

"So good to finally be alone with you, Miss Rielle. It's wonderful to have another Breton among our numbers, especially one as enchanting and luscious as yourself."

Blushing at the compliment, Nadine felt herself grow giddy at the silver tongued man's attentions.

"Yes, I remember you from the Bards College...you were an extraordinarily proficient student. I recall thinking then how lovely your voice sounded reciting the Poetic Edda; how gifted your fingers were at plucking the strings of your lute." Pausing for a second, he traced a finger across her naked form, lingering on the goose-pimpled flesh of her breast. "Even then, I hungered to see that mouth and those hands wrapped around my cock, to know if they were as talented at providing other kinds of pleasure."

Every inch of Nadine dripped with desire, Giraud's words painting an incredibly erotic picture.

"I hear from some very reliable sources that you do indeed possess an aptitude for such things. However, I prefer my research to be practical rather than theoretical, so I'd like to find out first-hand."

He began undoing the laces on his tight breeches, Nadine eventually breaking eye contact to peer down. His manhood stood proudly, jerking upward, as if coaxing Nadine to pleasure it. She was only too happy to oblige, and began lavishing his cock with her mouth, putting her newfound skills to good use. Lapping the drops of salty fluid that formed on the head with fervour, she ran her tongue around it, tracing down the length of him before enveloping him fully in her mouth. While she did this, her hands kept busy at the base, stroking his firm shaft and gently cupping his balls. Her movements were precise and deliberate, every response Giraud made being an opportunity for her to learn what he liked and how best to please him. Moaning around his length as she took in more and more, she sucked fervently, insistent on showing her tutor how skilled a student she was.

"Very good work indeed," Giraud crooned approvingly, guiding his cock out of Nadine's mouth. "Still some training to do, but you have an aptitude, just as I suspected."

Tucking his erect cock back into his trousers and refastening, he walked over to a nearby bookshelf, casually examining its contents.

"Now, what to start with?"

He picked up a small, brown leather-bound book from the shelf, flicking through the pages idly as he spoke.

"Sit at the desk over there, Miss Rielle."

Obeying his command, she situated herself on the hardwood chair, hands resting on the desk, and awaited his instructions. He sat the book down in front of her; the cover gilded with golden bordering, surrounding the title: The Lusty Argonian Maid, Vol. 1.

"I'm assuming a lascivious minx such as yourself is familiar with this particular play?"

Nadine nodded. Everyone in Tamriel was familiar with this particular play, although few cared to admit it.

"Good. You'll be a natural at reciting it, then. I'll read the male parts, and you can read as the titular Lusty Maid. If at any point you stop reading, or don't read to my satisfaction, you will be punished. Is that understood?"

It sounded straightforward so far, but Nadine knew there must be more to it than this. Nevertheless, she agreed. "Yes, Sir."

"Excellent. You may begin."

Nadine took a breath, and started reading, her voice clear and crisp. She had reached the third word before she felt something warm and wet brush across her cunt, making her cry out in a mixture of shock and pleasure. Struggling to regain composure as the movement persisted, she continued reading, her delivery of the dialogue significantly bumpier than was standard.

Nadine writhed in her seat, someone's tongue lapping at her sopping cunt. Whoever it was, their task was simple: get Nadine to fail hers. Their finger traced along where their tongue had just been, entering the tight hole. They continued laving Nadine as she shuddered, feeling herself tense and throb at their attentions.

Giraud delivered his lines as he calmly observed Nadine get worked over by his undercover apprentice, her breasts heaving and breath ragged as she tried and failed to maintain composure. His mouth curled into a satisfied smile as he watched her trip over her lines, the pair of them knowing exactly what this would entail. She was rendered completely unable to deliver the penultimate line of the play as her orgasm crashed over her, hips bucking against the stranger's face on the hardwood seat as her juices spilled out of her luscious, convulsing cunt, the intensity of her release making her forget her surroundings for a brief moment.

Giraud's eyes burned with steely desire as he took her in; a wolf circling his supple prey. "Well, Miss Rielle...a rather subpar performance, don't you think? One that will definitely require correction."

Nadine burned with shame, disappointed in herself for having failed her task.

"Let's recap. You lost your place, fumbled over words and tripped over lines on several occasions, and stopped reading the piece completely on your last line. Moreover, I believe this last offence was due to you having an orgasm - something you must learn to control, as these are at the behest of your Masters and Mistresses."

Sitting on a large, resplendent armchair, Giraud brandished a mahogany paddle. She shuddered slightly at the sight of it, remembering the last time he had used it on her.

"Lay across my lap, slut."

Prostrating herself on his knee, she braced herself for his retribution.

"I think ten strikes per cheek should do the trick. You remember your safewords?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Count."

Breathless, she counted her paddlings, each stinging progressively more than the last, building from a pleasant thud to an almost unbearable throbbing pain. As always, the initial pain seared her flesh, hurting most at first then fading to a deliciously warm ache that aroused her like nothing else. She had no idea why she loved being spanked and punished this way, but it sent her into a submissive daze - there was something so ritualistic about counting out each one, asking for another, processing the pain, each strike intensifying as the number ascended. Before she knew it, she had reached the end of her penance, and secretly yearned to be punished some more.

"Good girl," Giraud cooed, coaxing Nadine off his lap. "Let's try that again, shall we?"

This time, Nadine was ordered to kneel on the desk. Ysolda waited there for her, grinning; face streaked with Nadine's own excitement. That was one mystery solved, at least...

This time, the element of surprise was well and truly out of the equation. Having a better idea of what was in store for her, she was sure she could endure Ysolda's workings on this attempt.

As she readied herself to read the text, she remembered when she had first discovered it - back when she was a teenager in school, she and her friends giggling nervously and blushing at the bawdiness. Now naked, freshly spanked and straddled across a beautiful, red-haired woman's face, it suddenly seemed rather tame and innocent in comparison. Skin ablaze, she spoke clearly and confidently, feeling strangely empowered by her own newfound wantonness.

Barely had the first word left her mouth before Ysolda pounced, lapping at Nadine's cunt with her skillful, eager tongue. More prepared for the onslaught this time, Nadine managed to keep composure as she continued to read, the woman's delicious workings making her lean into the character more. She was certain she would be able to control herself, even when Giraud moved closer to deliver his lines, now being mere inches away from her, his gorgeously smooth, seductive voice arousing her further. Biting her lip, she couldn't help but steal a glance at the enticing bulge in his trousers, wishing to pleasure him again.

Focus, Nadine. She chided herself internally for letting her mind wander, knowing it would ultimately be her ruin were she to let it get the better of her. Delivering her lines once more, Ysolda upped the ante, running her tongue all the way from Nadine's swollen clit to her puckered rosebud, lashing the hole with vigour. Nadine's body reacted instantly, jolting upward as if she had been electrocuted, the new and somewhat intrusive sensation of someone paying such close attention to somewhere so forbidden making her head spin once more.

As Ysolda continued to probe and lap at Nadine's sensitive arsehole, Giraud gently worked his fingers across the girl's cunt, lavishing his attention everywhere the other woman's tongue had been as he nonchalantly delivered his own lines, burying his fingers deeper as he watched her attempt to deliver hers. Again, she succumbed to her own orgasm, coming hard as she submitted to the twin pleasures being bestowed upon both of her yearning holes. Panting and attempting to splutter out her remaining words, knowing full well the futility, she collapsed on the cool, wooden desk.

"A better attempt, certainly, but still in need of correcting. Stay where you are this time."

Feeling Ysolda shimmy out from under her, she pointed her bottom upwards, ready to receive her second round of spankings.

"Count."

Nadine braced herself and asked for the first, feeling the unyielding hard wood of the paddle clash against the soft flesh of her buttocks once more. Giraud continued to rain down his retribution, each swat growing increasingly more punitive, as Nadine settled into her own meditative rhythm - count, thwack, breathe. Each orgasm that had been coaxed from her tempestuous core seemed to only make her more sensitive to future spankings, the afterglow of her pleasure serving as a stark contrast to the pain being delivered. As she reached the end, she felt the familiar sensation of white-hot heat burning through her body, the stinging pain of her penance mingling with things she couldn't quite describe.

She was still in a trance as Giraud walked over to the shelf to retrieve his next items - a small glass bottle, and something made of moonstone, petite and teardrop-shaped.

"Seems you rather enjoyed Ysolda's attentions there, didn't you?"

Shamefully, Nadine nodded.

Thwack. The paddle clashed down once more on her reddened, punished cheeks.

"I asked you a question, Miss Rielle." Giraud's voice was tinged with darkness; an authoritative manner spiking his honeyed tones. "When your Master addresses you, you are expected to answer promptly and politely."

"Sorry, Sir," she squeaked out, her skin prickling with a mixture of fear and desire. "Yes...I did enjoy Ysolda's attentions."

"Tell me exactly what you enjoyed."

Given that Nadine's naked body had been displayed to every member of the Sanctum, she had thought she would be somewhat more immune to these kinds of probing, needling questions by now.

She couldn't be more wrong.

For every new door that opened, there was something new that she realised she liked, and oftentimes these seemed more and more forbidden to Nadine to enjoy. She found herself tongue-tied and flustered once again, just as she had when she had been interrogated by Brynjolf, mortified to admit her newfound desire.

"I...I enjoyed when she licked my..."

Giraud smiled a devious, dark smile, a hungry glint in his eye, willing her to go on.

"...my arsehole, Sir." The last three words were barely a whisper as Nadine focused solidly on the wood grain of the desk.

"Mmm, very good indeed. I think you should thank Ysolda for doing such a wonderful job. Start by telling her exactly what you liked about it."

Breathless and aroused beyond measure, Nadine spoke, still unable to bring her eyes up to look at either one. "Thank you for pleasuring me so wonderfully, Ysolda. I liked it when-"

"Look at her while speaking, dear girl."

Raising her head from the desk, she finally made eye contact with Ysolda, her eyes filled with the same eager, hungry spark as Nadine's. She burned with shame, but also felt a need to genuinely thank the woman; to share a part of herself previously unshared, in tribute to the gorgeous maiden that stood before her.

"I liked it when you licked my tight hole, when you lapped and prodded at it with your sweet tongue with the same care and attention you showed my cunt," Nadine confessed breathily. "I liked the way you circled around, alternating between soft laps and probing lashes, and how your tongue seemed to harden and try and coax its way inside."