Next assumption is that someone among actual servants has been corrupted with bribe and is stealing secrets. But an ordinary servant being this good, no, this amazing at cloak and dagger? It defies reason even more... Maybe someone among them has been a professional thief/spy before getting the job as a servant, so I will investigate their backgrounds, but it is still an incredible stretch... This reeks of magic, but I can't see how... It is so frustrating." Fiona mused.

She kept rubbing Magnus’ face with her feet during her talk. Somehow, it vented her obvious frustration with the case.

“Is it possible that this mage took the place of one of the servants sometime recently, and somehow managed not to be discovered?"

“They have all been working for the Countess for a long time, Magnus.

She is fair towards the servants it seems. That means they know each other well. So a mage altering his face and build to look exactly as this servant and fooling even people who knew the servant well? We can create illusions, sure, but they are never accurate and precise to map someone's face in detail, and they can be maintained only for a short time. It takes amazing concentration to keep up a complex illusion. No, it simply doesn't add up. Nothing does..."

“Maybe we will get some more clues in time, Mistress"

“Yeah, I hope so... I don't like this job already" Fiona said, sighing

The next few days were relatively uneventful. Fiona investigated servants backgrounds, without any new clues or suspicions arising.

Magnus kept mingling with the servants and has slowly broken the ice, but he was still far from a proper conversation, let alone learning some secrets. He came to enjoy the swordplay lessons. It was finally something that required proper physical exertion and more than that, required the focus and brains as well. The first evening, Fiona won their ‘meditation game’. She broke Magnus's focus by slapping him with her hands first, and when her palms felt irritated, she switched to slapping him with the soles of her feet. She was enjoying it immensely.

Hurting Magnus has aroused her so much. She always liked inflicting pain on her lovers. Too bad very few among them would take it. But

Magnus... Magnus would. He would take the pain for her pleasure, she just knew it. Oh, she was so close.

The second night, he was way more resilient. His meditation was getting stronger every day. She started slapping him with her hands and her feet, and his face was soon crimson red. Magnus held the focus for much longer, but then her slaps became harder, more vicious, until she couldn't tell anymore if she was past the threshold of pain that was sensible for concentration training. She probably was. But she kept on dishing out slaps. She knew no meditation could withstand severe pain, so light to semi-moderate pain should have been the absolute Limit for these lessons. Well, not anymore. She felt so aroused after the thrashing she gave to Magnus. She was sweaty and red faced and was practically leaking juices from her pussy. She felt an incredible level of sexual frustration, not being able to get a release.

“Damn it, I need my pussy taken care of so badly... There is no way I can take another night Like this... I need release... badly. Tomorrow I have to go for it, I just have to. Ready or not, he will eat my pussy tomorrow night..."

Magnus was taking these 'lLessons' with stoicism. He assumed this was done only to strengthen his concentration, and he was resolved to persist. His face felt completely on fire after the lesson, and his lip was swollen as well. He would wash his face with water and his Mistress would put some balm on any particularly tender spot, and in the morning there were barely any traces of Last night ‘lessons’.

This night they lied in the bed in their customary position. Fiona's feet caressed Magnus’ face, really gently. The very same feet that kept beating him just an hour ago. His life was so strange.

The third night was when everything happened. The Lesson has been going on for a while, and Fiona kept slapping Magnus mercilessly, switching between her hands and feet. But he held on to his focus. She couldn't believe the depth of his concentration. She was sure her own focus would have broken under the beating she was giving to Magnus. But he persisted. She was getting insanely aroused once again, and felt her restrain slipping away. She started stripping her clothes, still giving an occasional slap to Magnus.

She was finally naked... and she unleashed her fury on Magnus. She slapped him with her hands, her feet, not holding back anymore. She was dishing out so much punishment. She felt he was not far from breaking down, but he held on, somehow. She was breathing hard, tired and sweaty, her palms and soles red and itching... and so mad with arousal.

She felt frustrated not being able to break him and she felt her breath slipping away... She had no more energy left. She even kicked him in the face roughly a couple of times, her control completely gone out of the window. Finally, she dropped down on the bed, breathing hard.

Magnus stayed motionless for a little while, until it was obvious his lesson has ended.

He opened his eyes, a look of victory on his face. His face... He was completely blood red in the face, his upper Lip swollen and bloody. He had a bruise under left eye, a result of Fiona's kick undoubtedly. He was looking at Fiona, surprised to see her naked. Fiona was regaining her breath and devouring him with her eyes. She watched the handsome face that she has just mercilessly beaten and she felt that even a slight breeze on her pussy would have been enough to set her off.