Editing Hesperax's Pet (section)

==Chapter Seven==
Stunned as he was, it took being pushed back into his dog bed for Avitus to properly realize what had just happened. A sense of accomplishment and pride washed over him. Maybe he wasn’t so horrible at this after all, though he certainly didn’t feel like he had done anything special. Still, the way his Mistress squirmed brought him immense joy, matched with a particularly prominent throb from his shaft. Looking down at it, Avitus realized his manhood had all but leaked a small puddle across the floor, but that was just the beginning of it. To his amazement, Lelith soon leaned up and began licking every drop of the precum up before pushing the acolyte down onto his back.

“Y...You…” she breathed heavily, trying to form the words past her panting. “Just...Don’t say anything…” As her breasts swayed beneath her, Lelith leaned in and gave her pet a lustful kiss. Pouring every remaining ounce of arousal she could into the dance of tongues, it wasn’t until the Dark Eldar had calmed herself that she pulled away. “Now then…” she whispered, standing and bringing Avitus with her, “You are going to experience one of my favorite methods of pain: denial.”

Not giving the man a chance to respond, Lelith led him from the bedroom and into a rather smartly decorated hallway. After taking a few turns, the pair soon arrived at the stark gray room from before, much to Avitus’ slight dismay. Lelith pushed her pet into the middle of the room, then turned to the panel from before. This time, she activated the switches necessary to cause a table to rise from the floor, and a pendulum to fall from the ceiling. The table was made of the same metal as the rest of the room, but came with slots where one might bind an occupant to it. 

“Lay down,” ordered Lelith, of which Avitus quickly obeyed. Stepping over to him with a speed unmatched by any human, his Mistress quickly bound his limbs and head to the flat surface so as to give his body absolutely no wriggle room. Once again, the acolyte found his manhood strangled by an instrument designed to keep his erection, though this time it was a simple leather sleeve of sorts that wrapped around his base and ballsack. In addition, a ball-gag was stuffed somewhat roughly into his mouth, as if Lelith was letting off a small bit of steam for embarrassing herself earlier.

Once properly bound and gagged, Lelith maneuvered the pendulum such that it rested directly above her pet’s pulsating cock. After attaching a small feather to it, she tapped a button on it that sent it into continual motion. As it began to sway the feather this way and that way across the acolyte’s manhood, Lelith walked over behind his head to stare down at him. 

“Like I said earlier, you’re going to have to get over your mental block to survive today’s training. You see, I plan on leaving you like this until you’re fit to burst, and then some. I know what you’re thinking: ‘It’s just a feather, Mistress. How is it supposed to do that?’” Pausing, Lelith leaned down to whisper into the man’s left ear, “Well, my dear pet, you’ll find that after a few hours, you’ll be cursing that very same feather for not allowing you a release. And you will not have that release, not until I allow it. And guess what? I'm not going to allow it until you beg for it in the most obscene manner possible...” 

Standing upright, she grinned knowingly and wickedly down at her charge before walking towards the room’s exit. “I’ll be back later in the day. Try not to go insane while I’m gone…”