The next morning, Sabrina found a new tray of food inside her cell. She wanted to ignore it, wanted to accept no kindness from the woman who kept her there, but her stomach arched with hunger and the tea and bacon with toast smelled so good. So she ate, then realized that the only toilet available to her in the cell was a hole in the ground on the far side. Face flushed with humiliation, she used it.

Her only way of telling time was the trays of food that appeared in her cell and when the lanterns dimmed in the hall. Aside from that, her world had been reduced to the bars of her cell and the three walls that held her, the chain around her ankle, and the dress she'd been wearing since yesterday.

Sabrina tried shouting for help, she tried shaking the bars, she tried picking the lock with her bobby pin. She looked for loose stones in the floor but soon wore herself out.

Sleep was no better. Her mind toyed with her, and she only had increasingly erotic dreams. The first night she dreamed of the throne room. The second night she dreamed of a bed with silk sheets, one where she was bound, hands and feet to it. Madam Satan was above her, kissing every inch of her skin, fucking her roughly all night long. The third night she was bent over the teacher's desk in home room, her entire class looking on Madam Satan took the role of their teacher, spanking Sabrina in front of everyone.

On the fourth day of being confined to her cell, Sabrina woke up hot and frustrated. No matter how erotic and dirty her dreams were she never came. Taking matters literally into her own hands, Sabrina kicked off her blankets and slipped a hand into her dirty underwear.

Moving two fingers in circles, Sabrina rubbed her clit, slowly at first, then faster and faster as her desire built. As much as she tried to banish them from her mind, images of Madam Satan from her dreams filled her mind and the smallest of moans escaped her lips. But try as she might, she couldn't couldn't climax.

"Having difficulties kitten?" a low voice said. Sabrina jerked the blankets up around her as she sat up. Madam Satan was standing at the bars of her cell, looking amused.

"How long have you been spying on me?" Sabrina demanded.

"Long enough to see the show," Madam Satan said, "That collar doesn't just suppress your magic, pet, it also makes it so I am the only person who can, ehm, grant you release."

"What?"

"While you wear that collar," Madam Satan's lips curled into a grin, "The only way you will orgasm is by my hand alone."

"You're insane," said Sabrina, glaring up at her.

"Maybe so, but you'll be begging for it soon enough," Madam Satan tossed her hair, "Get up and kneel before the bars."

"I won't kneel before you, you monster!"

"I was going to take you upstairs for a bath, but if you'd rather remain here in your cell I can leave…"

Panic seized her heart and Sabrina lifted a hand, "No wait!"

Madam Satan watched with an almost smile on her face as Sabrina pulled down her skirt and got up, dragging her chain to the cell bars. She hesitated for a moment before getting down on her knees, sitting back on her feet.

"Your first lesson will be how to kneel. Rise up so you're only on her knees and fold your arms behind your back," Madam Satan instructed. Sabrina complied, glaring up at her the whole time. "Now, I'd like you to say, 'Please Mistress, forgive me for trying to escape.'"

Sabrina licked her lips, clenching her jaw before repeating, "Please Mistress, forgive me for trying to escape."

Madam Satan's smile wided, "Good girl," she cooed and Sabrina flushed at the praise. Opening the cell door, Madam Satan waved her hand, unchaining Sabrina's ankle with a wordless spell. Sabrina started to stand, but in a single swift movement, Madam Satan caught her, hand closing around her jaw and forcing Sabrina to look up at her.

"You are to call me Mistress, not monster, not Madam Satan, not Mother of Demons," she said just as calmly as before, "If you try to run again your punishment will be much more severe. Understood?"

"Y-yes," Sabrina managed.

"Yes what?"

"Yes Mistress."

Madam Satan lead her through the castle to a large bathroom. White tile stretched from wallpapered wall to wallpapered wall and in the middle of the room as a steaming bath. It looked quite modern, from the bath to the shower to the table and mirror against the far wall.

The bath looked so good to Sabrina, she almost forgot what was happening.

"Undress and get in," Madam Satan instructed with a wave for her hand. She leaned against the table.

"But you're here," said Sabrina.

The cat like smile returned as her new Mistress looked her slowly up and down, "Very perceptive of you pet."

Turning her back to Madam Satan, Sabrina undressed as quickly as she could, slipping into the water with a sigh. She took her time washing three days worth of dungeon cell grime and sweat from her, all while feeling Madam Satan's intense gaze follow her ever move.

Once the water had gone cold, Madam Satan picked up a towel but when she wouldn't hand it to Sabrina, she had to stand and let her wrap it around her. Her fingers curled into the soft towel as she pulled Sabrina closer, sitting down on a stool by the tub.

"I can dry myself off," Sabrina said.

"Let me," said Madam Satan, "It's been too long since I've had a proper pet."

"I thought you were supposed to reform me," there was a bite to Sabrina's tone as Madam Satan gently dried her. It was embarrassing but left Sabrina's face flush as heat pooled in her stomach.

Madam Satan laughed softly, tracing the curve of Sabrina's hip with her fingertip. Sabrina shivered, meeting her piercing blue eyes. Reaching over to the table behind her, Madam Satan picked up a bottle and a razor.

"Now, either you can be a good girl and hold still, or I can use magic to restrain you,"

"What are you going to do?"

With two fingers, Madam Satan stroked the dark curls between Sabrina's legs, "I'm going to get rid of this."

Sabrina gasped, her face growing a deeper shade of red- even though she thought that was impossible. Stripped both of her clothes and of her magic, she felt completely vulnerable. Madam Satan continued to play with her hair, enjoying Sabrina's squirming.

"I- I-" she stammered.

"I'll be very gentle with you Sabrina," and her time was so soft, that it drew Sabrina in and before she knew what she was doing, Sabrina began to nod.

Madam Satan lifted one of Sabrina's legs so her foot rested on the stool where she sat. Then she poured something from bottle onto her hands and carefully massaged it into her curls.

Sabrina but her lip. Averting her eyes as Madam Satan began to shave away all the hair that existed at the apex of her legs. She felt too hot, and it was humiliating, but more so as she realize how wet she was growing. She hated that she wanted to be touched, hated that she ached for Madam Satan. But soon she was done, and when Sabrina glanced down at herself she was completely bare.

Reaching behind her again, Madam Satan held up a small gold ring for Sabrina to see.

"This may pinch a bit," she said with a wink and blew on the little ring.

Sabrina gasped as the ring disappeared and there was a sharp pinch between her legs. Her hand flew between her legs to find that the curve of skin above her clit had been pieced with the tiny gold ring. Every time she moved it brushed against her clit.

Scrambling to grab the towel, she tried to cover herself in shock.

"Alright, that's enough for today," Madam Satan said snapping her fingers.

And in an instant Sabrina was back in her dungeon cell, a pile of fresh clothes on the bed.