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The question made me press against the base of the plug involuntarily. “Not yet,” I whispered. “But he says he will. That’s why I’m being… trained.”

A soft moan escaped Lydia’s lips, but it was quickly muffled. The sound sent a thrill through me, knowing that my words were affecting them so intensely. I could hear their breathing growingheavier, matching my own as we all explored our bodies in the dark.

As I continued to describe my experiences in hushed tones, I felt my arousal curbed again by my governor. The constant presence of the plug, the memory of Gamma’s touch, and the illicit thrill of sharing these secrets should have brought me closer to some release, but instead there was the tingle, and my hands could do no more than soothe. Still, soothing was better than nothing.

“How many times has Mr. Gamma… fucked you?” Lydia asked in a breathless voice, stumbling slightly over the crude word.

I opened my mouth to answer, my cheeks burning at the intimate question, when suddenly light flooded the room. We all froze as Mrs. Porter strode in, her face a mask of stern disapproval.

“What is the meaning of this?” she demanded, her voice sharp in the sudden silence.

With swift, efficient movements, she yanked back the covers from Lydia’s and Elara’s beds. Both girls let out startled yelps, hastily trying to pull their hands from beneath their nightgowns. But it was too late—their flushed faces and guilty expressions told the whole story.

Mrs. Porter’s lips pressed into a thin line as she surveyed the scene. “The alarms on all of your governors have gone off,” she said, her tone icy. “I should have known better than to trust you girls to behave yourselves.”

I lay perfectly still, hoping against hope that Mrs. Porter wouldn’t notice my own state of arousal. But her keen eyes missed nothing. She turned to me, her gaze stern.

“And you, Miss Tessara,” she said, disappointment evident in her voice. “I expected better from you. Mr. Gamma will be most displeased to hear of this behavior.”

The mention of Gamma sent a fresh wave of shame through me. I couldn’t bear the thought of disappointing him, of proving myself unworthy of his attention and care.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Porter,” I whispered, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. “It won’t happen again.”

Mrs. Porter’s expression softened slightly, but her voice remained firm. “See that it doesn’t,” she said. “All three of you will be punished tomorrow for this transgression. For now, remain silent and go to sleep. And remember—any further attempts at self-pleasure will be met with even more severe consequences than you are all already in for.”

As Mrs. Porter turned to leave, Lydia spoke up, her voice small and trembling. “Mrs. Porter,” she said, “please… it was my fault. I asked Tessara questions. She was just trying to answer them.”

Mrs. Porter paused, her hand on the doorknob. “While I appreciate your honesty, Miss Lydia,” she said, “that does not excuse your behavior. All of you chose to engage in forbidden activities. You will all face the consequences. I have a feeling you will find them not quite so pleasurable as your wantonness in bed this evening.”

With that, she left, plunging the room back into darkness. The silence that followed was thick with tension and unspoken fear about what the morning would bring.

CHAPTER 28

Gamma

I awoke in my suite in the Magisterian Embassy to find a message from Dr. Porter on my handheld, marked with high importance.

Dear Mr. Gamma, it read,I’m afraid I must report an incident of misbehavior on the part of Miss Tessara.

I read on with growing concern:

Last night, shortly after lights out, the governors of all three girls in the dormitory—Miss Tessara, Miss Lydia, and Miss Elara—registered heightened arousal and physical stimulation consistent with self-pleasure. Upon investigation, Mrs. Porter found the girls engaged in inappropriate conversation of a sexual nature, instigated by Miss Lydia’s curiosity about Miss Tessara’s experiences. All three were caught in various states of self-stimulation.

I have attached the full readout from Miss Tessara’s governor for your review. You will note several spikes in arousal over a twenty-minute period, along with rhythmic patterns indicative of manual stimulation of the genitals. The data also shows increased pressure and movement of the anal training device you requested we use.

While I understand Miss Tessara’s background may make her more susceptible to such impropriety, I’m afraid I cannot allow this behavior to go unpunished. As such, I invite you to attend a disciplinary session this afternoon at 4:00 p.m. All three girls will receive correction, and the other girls’ guardians will very likely be present.

I hope you will join us to witness this important lesson in proper Prosperian behavior. Your presence will reinforce the seriousness of the infraction and aid in Miss Tessara’s education.

Regards,

Dr. Augustus Porter

I set down the handheld with a sigh, my mind racing. Part of me felt a surge of possessive anger at the thought of Tessara touching herself without my permission. But I also recognized the unfairness of that reaction—after all, though Dr. Porter and I had both explicitly forbidden such behavior, her Vionian conditioning likely made it difficult for her to resist her body’s needs.

I opened the attachment, scanning through the detailed data from Tessara’s governor. Graphs and charts showed her physiological responses throughout the night—heart rate, body temperature, vaginal lubrication, muscle tension. I studied thearousal curve, noting how it built steadily before dropping sharply—likely when Mrs. Porter interrupted them.

One chart caught my eye—a measure of oxytocin and other bonding hormones. They had spiked significantly during the incident, especially when Tessara was speaking to the other girls. It seemed the intimate conversation had triggered an emotional response along with the physical one.

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