Alex did tell her, and nodded his head in agreement. "First, let's make a mess, and see what she does," he said, moving his hand. Suddenly, one of the pillows on the bed began to be torn apart by an invisible force, leaving feathers and pieces of the pillow all over the bed, making quite a mess.
If she did nothing, then he would summon five blocks, each with a letter. A, B, C, D, E. He held them in front of her, before moving them around, and mixing them up so it was now, C, B, E, A, D. He then waited, and watched to see what Neko did.
Neko awoke with a start as the pillow tore itself to pieces and hid under the covers for a few seconds before peaking out at the mess. She slowly got out from under the covers and looked at all the feathers and cloth and began to pick it up. "Looks like she's a servant." Lillia said as the small angel picked up the feathers. But then she suddenly threw them all into the air and giggled as the fell down around her head. She smiled gleefully and did it again and again, making Lillia sigh. "Or not."
Next came the blocks, and provided that the pillow feathers were not around to distract her, she would watch them as they appeared and then reorganized. She looked at them for a moment before she began to pick them up and build a little pyramid. "Well, that rules out servant and keeper. That leaves Herald and Muse. How do we test those?" Lillia asked.
"Well I'm not sure how to test a Herald, I believe if we play some music, we might get a reaction out of her," Alex chuckled, finding little Neko throwing the feathers in the air adorable. "Or perhaps some paint and paper?" he wondered, before moving his hand. Suddenly, music began to play, where it was coming from was unknown, as it seemed to come from everywhere. It was gentle, and sweet sounding, classical music.
If Neko did nothing of interest, he summoned a piece of paper, and made a pencil appear in Neko's hand, and waited to see if she tried drawing anything.
Neko began to wave her head back and forth as she listened to the music and after a little while she tried to sing along. She wasnt very good, at least not at first, but she began to get better, her voice eventually following the music nearly flawlessly. The only problem was her childish voice, which didnt go with the music at all. "Maybe you should give her and instrument? What do angels always play? Harps and horns right?" Lillia suggested as the cute little creature tried to playfully sing along with the instruments.
Alex stared at the adorable angel, find her almost hypnotizing. "Hmmm? Oh. Of course," he said, shaking his head. He moved his hand, and a small harp appeared in his hands, perfect for a little angel like Neko. He placed it in front of the little one, and waited for a reaction.
Neko stared at the harp for a moment before she picked it up. She then began to pluck the strings in random order, making noise, but not music. She plucked every string at least tent times and then finally a sort of rough melody began to play out of the instrument. As she plucked the strings, getting better and better every second, she began to hum and closed her eyes and the tiny angel began to hum a brand new song, never before played in this world. It was cute, and a little rough around the edges, but it was music, and it was only getting better as she played and hummed cutely. "Looks like she is a muse." Lillia said with a smile and a chuckle. "My master bought himself a little muse." Neko didnt seem to notice them as she continued to play, strumming the harp beautifully, and if Alex let her play for at least ten minutes, she would play as good as any human pro could.
Alex allowed her to play a bit more, letting her grow more skilled, or just as skileld as any human professional. "That's enough, Neko," he said, waving his symbol and making the harp fade away, and kissed her cheek, before lookng into the book at how to train a muse into a sex slave.
((BRB))
Neko became sad as the harp faded away from her and looked up at Alex as he kissed her cheek. She stretched a little and began to look for something to do, exploring the bed beneath the covers, becoming a lump on the sheets that moved around aimlessly beneath the bed.
As for the book, it had a specific section for everyone of the class and trainings. Alex simply had to find the "Muse as a sex slave" Section. There it told him to skip ahead to another section if his mse was young, under the age of thirteen but above the age of three.
"So it appears you have a young muse that you wish to train into a sex slave. Well there is good news and bad news. Luckily for you, Muses are notoriously ease to train simply because out of all the angel classes, they are the least zealous, or rather their role does not require them to anything more than sing, dance, play instruments, write poems or draw. This means that their is plenty of room for a master there.
The bad news however, is that out of all the classes of angel, none are as physically weak or delicate as the Muse. Amongst angels, Muses are the song birds of the bunch, beautiful creatures that produce beautiful things, but just like the song bird in real life, the muse is a delicate creature that must be maintained and cared for a by a caring and preferably loving owner.
If this is not you, then I now suggest you sell this angel before you kill it, as a muse can easily die from too much or too little of many things. Beatings and bondage will have to be either incredibly light, or non existent. A simple hard spanking can bruise their soft skin, and, if you are really rough or spank many many times, can even break their bones.
Also, muses prize affection. They give it as much as they need it and will often search for approval in their masters. Denying them approval will initially make them work harder for it, but will eventually lead to angelic depression, which can kill and angel if left unchecked. For more details refer back to chapter five.
So if you are a cold master, a cruel master, or a rough master, you may end up wounding or even killing your muse. If you are sure you can handle the responsibility, then the rewards will reap themselves. Muses are passionate and loving creatures, and when yours grows up, he or she will became the peak of beauty, and as companions there are few other that can beat them. They will sing for you, dance for you, write epics for your and be loyal pets for the rest of your life.
But before we can get to training your muse to become a little lovely minx, you need to understand 7 basic rules about your muse.
1. Never deprive your muse of their muse. If your muse likes to sing, do not gag your muse. IF your muse likes to dance, do not chain your muse. If your muse likes to write, then let your muse write. This is perhaps one of the most important rules since I myself have seen muses that have been locked away in dark rooms for years, chained to the walls and maintained just enough to survive, but still they were happy because they were allowed to sing. Of course, they were singing muses, and so they only needed to sing to someone to fulfill their muse. which brings us to the next rule.
2. Never leave your muse by his or her self for extended periods of time, and NEVER ignore your muse's muse. Your muse sings, dances, writes, paints, sculpts, and plays for you. If your was an instrument muse and was given every instrument in the world, and was placed in a palace that would make his or her voice the loudest and best in the world your muse would still go into angelic depression and die if there was no one for him or her to sing to. The same goes for every other muse. If your muse writes something, read it. If your muse draws something, look at it. And if your muses needs to dance, then at least watch. The only thing worse than having no one to muse to for a muse is to have someone who does not enjoy or appreciate their musings. Love your muse and what they muse, or your muse will wither and die.
3. Do not give your muse authority of any kind. Muses are followers, not leaders. Even in heir natural place they are nothing more than slaves that play, draw or dance, and they ARE happy that way. I have seen many people fall in love with their muse and try to either set them free or give them more freedom then they can use. I guarantee your that if you have raised your muse and fallen in love with him or her, she or he has done the same. If you give your muse a bag full of gold and supplies and tell him or her that she or he is free then your muse will simply stand at your doorway until you open the door to let them back in. The best case scenario in this is that your muse wakes you up in the mourning as he or she begins to play a song on your porch. Likewise, a muse with authority will not use it, at all. Even giving a muse a servant to fetch him or her food and water is a useless act as a muse will actually starve itself first before it actually goes out of its way to order something. In some cases muses have learned to ask for things and may ask a servant to get them something, but that is as far as a muse as ever gone as far a using authority.
4. A clean, healthy muse is a happier muse. Muses are the most beautiful of all the beautiful cherub angels, why tarnish their natural beautify by not keeping them clean and healthy? Feed your muse twice a day, once when he or she wakes up and once when he or she is about to sleep. In this way your muse can receive snacks and treats throughout the day, which they will love as rewards for their musings. Muses can not get fat, they just get sick, dont over feed your muse. Also, always have your muse hand cleaned, they will not clean themselves like other angels might, they are muses, not servants.
5. Muses are social creatures, if your at a party or are hosting one, let your muse muse for your guests or friends. As long as your muse is trained, there is no harm in letting it muse for other people. They love it, and will be very grateful if they are allowed to muse for many people at once. Although this rule can be skipped, I think far to many people hog their muses to themselves and regret doing so later.
6. Never make your muse work. A muse musing is not work, its musing. If they sculpt, let them sculpt, if they dance, let them dance, but dont let them do anything else, or rather dont make them do anything else. Many people mistake muses for musical servants, they are not. Muses, once trained, will do nearly anything on command, but this may do more harm then good since many people deem it fit to have their muses do things for them around the house. Fetching a glass of water from the kitchen wont kill your muse, but having them clean the kitchen may hurt them. Muses, even those with nimble instrument or painting fingers, are clumsy creatures. they will fall over, drop things, and otherwise hurt themselves if they are set tasks that involve work. Even tasks that arent difficult could end up hurting your muse or you in some way so be sure to take care not to make the mistake most people make. Normally other experts would tell you that having your muse fetch light things, glasses of water, small household items, and even their own instruments are OK and will not harm your muse. Although this is technically true, there is always the chance that your muse will drop whatever he or she is holding or trip and hurt themselves. As angels muses dont need to work out, so dont send them out to run and jump, unless it has something to do with their muse. Remember, better safe then sorry.
7. For the love of whatever god you worship, do not beat or physically mistreat your muse! I can not stress this enough, Muses will break, very very easily in fact. That is no to say you cant slap their hand if they are about to touch something dangerous or give them a spanking if they are bad, but be careful! Do not slap so hard your break your muses hand, and do not spank do hard that you bruise your muses skin. Muses do not make good torture slaves, not one bit. They will cry and beg excellently, but they will also bleed for hours, bruise like bananas, and break like glass. Be good to your muse and your muse will be good to you. And dont think that just because angels naturally heal faster and dont scar that its OK to be rough once in awhile, since you do run the risk of killing your muse in the moment.
These seven basic rules will nearly guarantee your muses happy and continued survival. Now that the rules are out of the way, you can begin training. First, it is recommended that your name your muse. If you have not done so then do so now. It is also recommended that you either collar your muse with the name or GENTLY tattoo him or her with it. It will help them come to recognize that as their name.
Next, learn your muse's muses. All muses have at least one muse, but many have at least two. They are normally related, Poets will also write stories, painters may also sculpt or make poetry, and singers may also play instruments or dance. Find at least one and make sure you let your muse do that for at least four hours a day. But, I recommend letting your muse muse when they have done good. For example, if your muse begins to learn words and speaks one that pleases your, reward your muse with an hour of whatever it is they like to do. This is only for young muses though, older muses will have to muse for at least four to five hours a day to stay happy.
Now I have split training up into sections, visit them as necessary.
Section one: Teaching my muse not to fly away.
Section two: Teaching my muse to follow orders.
Section three: Teaching my muse how to behave in public.
Section four: Pleasuring my muse and teaching my muse to pleasure back.
((WOW. Huge post of epicness, Silver))
Alex rubbed his head as he read the details and paragraphs. He also read them aloud, and told Lillia to pay attention so she could look after Neko whenever he couldn't. He read the rules, and moved his hand, and Neko's harp appear once again. "It says here should to learn your muse's muse. Neko should have atleast two. Also, I should get a collar for her," he read, and moved his hand, and a black, leather collar appeared in his hand.
While the angel was probably distracted with her harp, Alex patted her head and gently placed the collar on her neck, with silver, bold words that said, NEKO. "Neko," he said, pointing at her.
He then allowed her back to her harp, and moved his hand again. A small, toy drum set, a small guitar, a flute, a moldable clay on a plate, a piece of paper, and a pen. He then looked at Neko, waiting to see her do something.
(lol, I know, lots and lots of legitimate fictional detail here)
Neko happily took the harp back and didnt even notice the collar until it was on her. She touched it and tried to pull it off for a second, but gave up and forgot about it when she saw all the other things appear. She looked at the drum and hit it a few times but moved on rather quickly. She took the guitar (Where did he get a guitar? You mean a
lute?) and strummed it a little, though it was clear she was skilled with it as well. But a harp and a Guitar werent all that different, since they both had adjustable strings. She then took the flute after playing with the guitar for a few minutes and blew into it. As she had done with the harp, she played a little roughly at first but slowly got the hang of it.
She poked the clay and made a face as her finger came back with clay on it and wiped it on the bed. She didnt take any instrest in the paper, though she tried to "play" the pen. Being unsuccessful in this, she returned to the instruments and began to play the harp again, though she kept the others close at hand.
"It looks like she plays instruments and she might sing." Lillia said as she watched the cute little angel strum the harp and hum softly. "But instruments and singing might only count as two, if not just one. Do you think she can dance? Or do you think she will need to be a little older before we can tell?" Lillia asked.