After a while she rose to dress herself.

“Magnus, I am going to dinner" she said as she finished dressing.

“After you are done, make sure the dress and boots I wore today are clean. You will be taking care of keeping rooms clean, and making all my clothes and footwear pristine. I can't be embarrassing myself in a place like this. When you are done, find a maid and tell her to take you to servant's kitchen so you can have dinner. As you no doubt realized, we won't be having meals together while in place like this."

Magnus nodded.

He left the room after dressing himself and combing his hair. The bath was amazing, once again. How could the water feel so much better after his Mistress bathed in it, he had no idea. He just knew it did.

He looked around until he saw a pretty blonde maid passing. He stopped her.

“Excuse me miss, could you please show me the way to servant quarters.

I could use a dinner.”

The maid giggled and nodded.

“My name is Magnus”

“I am Sara." She replied, eyeing him with mischief.

They soon entered the part of mansion meant for servants. It was unmistakable, as the walls had no tapestries and floors had no carpets.

Magnus found himself sitting in a modest but comfortable dining room, adjacent to kitchen. He had to admit, for servants or not, the food was great. He ate in silence, except when younger maids passed by. Then he couldn't miss hearing the giggle, or noticing the curious stares. There were a few much older maids too, but they gave him disapproving looks mostly. Male servants ignored him completely. Magnus wondered why was he an object of such attention and such different attitudes even.

After quick dinner, he was back in the rooms cleaning his Mistresses boots. The dress didn't seem to need any attention from him. A while later, Fiona entered the room, pensive look on her face.

“Apprentice. It's time for the lesson."

Magnus nodded and sat down on the floor near the bed, and assumed the same cross-legged position. He decided he was going to remain calm this time. Somehow. Soon, he felt Fiona walking around him making sounds. He tried to steady his breathing and relax. This time she won't distract me. He heard clapping sounds, banging sounds, but he managed to remain calm. A hint of a smile creeped on his lips. A smile of victory.

“Look at him, thinking he won" Fiona thought with amusement. " Let's break his illusion then."

A minute later, Magnus felt something touch his face. It was a touch he knew so well, the touch he learned to like. Fiona was sitting on the bed, her bare feet in Magnus' face. She kept caressing his face, pinching his cheeks, his nose. Magnus's concentration started to break down. He clutched to it, trying to calm himself. He tried to breath steadily, to catch a rhythm to ignore the sweet distraction. His arousal was rising, but he was fighting on. He kept telling himself:

“I am calm. I am calm. Nothing is touching me. I am calm"

He kept repeating it to himself, trying to hold on. But then, Fiona delivered coup de grace. She placed her toes on Magnus’ lips and pried them open, and then inserted her toes in his mouth. Magnus felt Like a lightning struck him. It was an intimate, arousing, but also an invasive act that collapsed his focus in an instant. Involuntarily, he felt his tongue testing the invader, but instead of fighting him off, the traitor tongue started caressing it instead. He gently suckled on the toes, taken by a passionate trance, like before, during the bath.