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Daphne should’ve known a girl that cute was some kind of trap.

It wasn’t like Daphne was the type to try and pick up every girl she met. Sure, she liked being the pursuer when the chance arose. She’d flirt with those she wanted here and there. Sometimes she’d even take them home, but she didn’t go into this bookstore with any seductive intent. Actually Daphne was in a sour mood, she was pretty sure her job at her firm was going to disappear, given the entire firm was about to disappear if the rumors of it going under were true. She probably should be saving her money, not buying books. Today was apparently just all about bad, self-indulgent decisions.

When Daphne entered the shop, a small but heavily stocked one where somebody could be on the other side of a shelf and you’d never know, she was immediately drawn to the girl in the corner giggling at book covers. She was dressed like a maid, although her outfit was so well crafted she was either a maid for a noble who lavished their staff with uniforms or the personal handmaiden of one. She was beautiful, not just in looks but the way she smiled made Daphne feel warm inside.

Maybe instead of a book, I could pick her up instead. Daphne casually approached, pulling a book off the shelf that she’d just put back and reading it. “On the look for something in specific?”

The handmaiden turned to her with a look of panic. “Oh, sorry, I was just reading blurbs, I don’t need any help.”

Daphne was confused, then laughed. “I suppose that question did make it sound like I work here.” She held out her hand. “I’m Daphne. I just come in here a lot, I thought I could help.”

“I’m Lia.” She shook her hand. Lia’s smile was so bright, it made Daphne want to scoop her like she was a puppy wagging her tail. “And not really, I just like reading the descriptions of cheap books. They’re always so weird.”

“A curious pastime. I thought an attendant so well dressed would at least get a salary able to afford actually buying the books,” Daphne said jokingly.

Lia giggled. “You’d think but I don’t really have a salary.”

“You work for free?” Daphne asked, unsure if she was wrong as to what job Lia had.

“Well salary isn’t really the right word. My lady just acquires things for me if I want them.” Lia tapped her chin. “Maybe the other girls do get paid. I never actually asked.”

“Isn’t that concerning?” Daphne was uneasy at that description. “It sounds like an upper crust controlling you by controlling what you can buy.”

“Hey, maybe I like being controlled.” Lia rolled her eyes. “And no, really it’s just how my lady is. If I need money to go out on the town, she’ll give me a full purse. I told her once that I liked to draw and she got me a studio’s worth of art supplies. I could ask my lady to buy this entire bookshop for me and she probably would. I’d much rather have that power than a salary.”

How rich is this girl’s boss? Daphne was still put at ease, Lia didn’t seem concerned so why should she be? “Maybe I shouldn’t judge. Not like I have a salary anymore either. And I don’t work for a rich lady to cover for that.”

“Oh? Do you need a job?” Lia asked eagerly. “We have plenty of openings.”

Daphne cringed. She actually did but that’s not what this was supposed to be about. “Not to be rude, but I’m not exactly a maid. I’ve done labor work for sure, I guess I could do gardening work in a pinch.”

Lia didn’t seem to take that as a problem. “Well, I don’t know everything about what staff we need, but I’m certain we could put your skills to use.”

“You seem quite eager to recruit me,” Daphne said.

Lia nodded rapidly. “Of course! My lady is an amazing mistress and she’s always looking for new talent.”

“Well, maybe I could go home with you for a…personal interview?” Daphne couldn’t even tell if she was flirting anymore or just wanted to keep talking with Lia, she was just so eager it was hard not to like her. “I can show you all the skills I have.”

Lia had a genuine bright smile at first, as if she was fully ready to spend all afternoon doing a sales pitch of a new job to her, then stopped like she realized something. If Daphne hadn’t seen her acting so genuine a moment ago, she would’ve thought it was the tone shift of a girl who just found a new mark.

“Miss Daphne, are you flirting with me?” Lia asked playfully, turning her head away slightly as if offended at such a scandalous act.

“Is that a bad thing?” Daphne asked, both to further the flirt and to give her an out if she truly hadn’t realized that was what had been going on. Maybe that’s what the shift had been. She did seem a little oblivious, it was cute for sure but it was certainly there.

“For you, maybe.” Lia’s smile wasn’t as bright as before. No, she almost looked mischievous. “Depends on what you’re into.”

“Oh, so there’s a salacious underbelly to the prim and pretty handmaiden, huh?” Daphne shared a smile with her. “Maybe you should give me a hint as to what I’m getting into.”

Lia tilted her head back and forth. “You might say I like being used. Do you think you could satisfy a professional plaything?”

“Used like a toy?” Daphne raised an eyebrow at the gleeful nod she got. She was a bit thrown off, but just because she wasn’t expecting that from a girl this sweet. Then again, it was always the quiet ones. And there was that control comment she’d made earlier. Daphne doubled down. “I’ve never gotten to use a toy like you before. I’d be more than happy to learn what you can do.”

“So many things, miss” Lia had that mischievous look, pouting playfully. “Then again, I only obey those who deserve it. Do you think you deserve me, Daphne?”

Daphne cupped her chin, fully ready to try and steal a kiss. “I can try to earn the honor, at the very least.”

“Excuse me.” A new hand grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her away harshly.

Daphne turned around and was met with the bluest pair of eyes she’d ever seen in her entire life. And they were angry. They were glowing with an intensity that scared her, consuming her thoughts violently, leaving her feeling like an empty, pathetic shell. Pathetic. That word somehow was left behind as the rest of them abandoned her mind. She’d upset the eyes and she fell to her knees, nothing left of her but a need to make it up to them. But that wasn’t enough to save her as the eyes declared her unworthy and her mind shattered, leaving a drooling husk staring into them, waiting to be told what to do. Strip and streak, jump in the ocean, sign her soul, she’d do anything they asked.

“That is my property you’re touching. Is there a problem?” The woman the eyes belonged to asked curtly. Her tone implied if the answer was yes, Daphne wasn’t going to be leaving this bookshop.

Daphne couldn’t answer. She couldn’t think. The eyes were all she could conceive.

“No problem at all, Lady Beatrice.” Lia walked around Daphne, looping her arm through Beatrice’s arm and sharing a loving kiss with her on the lips. This seemed to somewhat dampened the fire in the fae’s eyes, but not extinguish it. “I think Daphne here was just trying to seduce me.”

“Oh? How unfortunate for her.” The fae put a hand under her chin to close her hanging mouth. “How successful was she?”

“Very successful.” Lia laid her head on Bea’s shoulder and pouted. “Can we take her home? I’d love to learn what she planned on doing with me.”

“That’s a bold request. She must’ve been quite the charmer.” There was a bit of mockery toward Daphne in that remark. The eyes glowed brighter, causing Daphne to moan as she felt what little was left of her mind melting into putty. She didn’t care she was on her knees in the middle of public. This was where she belonged. “When she still had the wit to charm, that is.”

“Hey, don’t be too mean, I let it go on. It was fun to let her try.”

“You mean it was fun to let her earn my ire.” Bea gave Lia a playfully scolding look, to which Lia blushed. “You’re such a tease. You knew I’d break her brain when I returned.”

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. Maybe I thought she’d make a good thrall and was doing my own little interview.” Lia rubbed her head into Bea’s shoulder. “Or maybe I just like when you get all possessive of me. It’s on me no matter what. Com’on, let’s give her a fun night and then toss her back.”

Bea stared at Daphne for a moment, then glanced at Lia. She melted at the puppy dog eyes she was giving her. “Oh, alright.” Her eyes glowed as she looked down at Daphne, still on the floor. “Follow us. Act normal, but inside you are nothing but a thrall for me to command.”

“Yes, mistress,” Daphne said blankly. She stood, giving them both a light bow and followed them out of the shop. On the surface she looked calm, a woman enjoying her outing with her two new friends. Inside she was nothing, just a doll craving to see the eyes one more time, to receive one more order.

If Daphne had the awareness to say it, she would have to it she was enjoying being their puppet. Luckily a puppet doesn’t think about new awakenings. They just follow their mistress as commanded without complaint.

“She should be grateful, you know?” Bea said, glancing back at her.

“Why’s that?” Lia asked.

“Because she was about to become this bookshop’s newest cat.”

Lick. That was the only thought in Daphne’s head. Lick.

The woman she was going down on had empty eyes, ones Daphne’s eyes most likely matched. She knew this woman was a doll too. She knew her name was Lia. She knew Lia was being punished. All this information was irrelevant. Only one thing was relevant to Daphne. Lick. Lick. Lick.

“I’m a stupid slut who thinks with my cunt.” Lia’s arms were spread outwards as if held by chains, although the only chains in the bedroom were the ones in both their minds. It kept Lia locked in place against the back of the bed as Daphne licked between her spread legs. Lia moaned and squirmed, tormented by the endless teasing. “I’m a stupid slut who thinks with my cunt.”

The mantra did not even reach Daphne’s ears. She was nothing but a cunt licking doll. A toy to be used. Every lick made her shiver, the taste was divine, she had a purpose and she was drowning in the pleasure of performing it. If she had a mind she’d be begging to be allowed to touch herself, but she didn’t. A doll like her does not beg, it just licks. Lick. Lick. Lick.

It wasn’t clear how long she’d been at her task. Much too long for Lia to not have yet cum, but that didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but the single thought that drove her existence. Lick.

“This stupid slut may cum her thoughts away.” Lia’s eyes crossed as she arched her back and came after being edged for eternity. Daphne did not relent, instead her methodical licking sped up to truly cement the pleasurable torment.

“Stop.”

Daphne obeyed. She did not move, did not react to the juices dripping down her chin, nor the doll before her catching her breath. She waited to be told to lick again. She needed to lick. It was all she desired.

“Stand,” Lia said, her voice blank as her eyes. Daphne obeyed, moving off the bed and standing at attention with her hands behind her back. Her tongue lightly sticking out as if to show she was ready to use it at a moment’s notice. Lia moved to the side of the bed. “This doll has served her sentence. Your sentence begins now.”

“This doll obeys.” And just like that, Daphne was awake. She wiped her mouth and covered herself in a panic. She hadn’t even comprehended she was naked but now the cold air of the room was extremely apparent. “What the fuck?”

Lia stared at her blankly. “I do not know how to answer this question.”

“Where is…gods what happened?” Daphne rubbed her head. “Last thing I is a pair of glowing eyes and—” She smacked her lips. The memories of what she’d been up to for the last few hours felt like a dream but the taste in her mouth and the stains on the bed implied it had been anything but. “Have I been eating you out?”

“Yes.” Lia was completely out of it. And completely naked. With her mind finally awake Daphne was starstruck by the beauty this girl truly was, complimented by the blissful blank expression she currently had that made her so cute. “I am to obey you. Please use me in any way you see fit.”

Daphne knew a fae trap when she heard one. Hot naked girl saying she’ll do whatever she wants, that’s a fucking trap. She’d already ended up here trying to kiss Lia, who knows what’ll happen if she goes further. There was always a trick to get out of fae traps, right? She just had to be smart. “Ok, I order you to take me home.”

“Oh.” Still blank in expression, Lia sounded genuinely sad. “Do you not want to play with me?”

“No, that’s not…” Daphne immediately felt guilty for hurting her feelings, then ed she was a kidnapping victim. “When I said I wanted to go home with you, this wasn’t what I had in mind.”

“What did you have in mind?” Lia asked blankly. She sounded so earnest in her blankness. “I am to serve you. Use me however you wanted to.”

“Lia, can you be normal?” Daphne asked with exasperation. It was like talking to a literal doll, no follow ups, just answers.

Surprisingly, Lia took that order to heart. The light in her eyes returned, then she grimaced with a pained smile as she whispered, “Gods I forgot how much pain I’m in.”

“Pain?” Daphne asked with concern

“You just edged me till I couldn’t take it and then some, I’m a little sore,” Lia said, not at all sounding upset about that. She flexed her fingers with a curious look. “This is a weird mental state. I’m still in a trance but like, acting how I think I act normally. Not awake, but not blank. Feels weird. Enchantments are so interesting.”

“What, so you’re not actually awake, you’re just pretending?” Daphne asked. If Lia was pretending, she was a damn good actor.

“I don’t know, can you pretend to be yourself?” Lia asked. She certainly smiled like she was awake. That bright smile that made it hard to not smile back. “I get why you wanted me to be normal, it’s sorta hard to get straight answers out of a mindless doll.”

“Ok, yeah, so here’s my question. Why are you naked, telling me to use you?” Daphne asked. “And who was that with the eyes?”

“That was Lady Beatrice. She’s my boss. And girlfriend. And mistress.” Lia smiled with a dreamy sigh. “She’s everything to me.”

That explained a lot. Daphne had tried to pick up a fae’s pet. All the signs had been there. No salary, a supposed employer that sounded more like a lover’s patron, a cute girl eager to recruit. “I’m so fucked, aren’t I?”

“Clearly not, I’m sitting here just answering questions,” Lia said, sounding annoyed. She sighed. “Right, you wanna know why. Ok, ok, I’ll try to do a rundown so we can skip to the fun. Yes, I belong to Bea, I love her with all my heart and she loved me just as much. I’m also a girl who gets off on being used and nothing makes me feel more used then Bea telling me to be a mindless fuckdoll for another girl. She loves me enough to indulge in that from time to time.” She waggled her eyebrows at her. “Of course, it’s all in the name of my mistress. If I play my cards right, I get a fun night and she gets a new thrall for the staff.”

“Ha! Is that right? Was me thinking I was a cunt licking doll a preview of that?” Daphne asked.

“You saying you didn’t like being one?” Lia asked.

Daphne crossed her arms with a blush. She wanted to lie but Lia was so godsdamn sincere even in a moment like this. “I will it it was very hot.” She bit her lip. Maybe she shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth? But there was still the biggest concern, “If Beatrice is so ok with sharing her lover, why did she nearly kill me?”

“Because you didn’t ask for permission to touch her property,” Lia said as if it was obvious.

“You didn’t tell me I needed permission.” Daphne rolled her eyes at the playful guilty look Lia had. “Which is why you got punished.”

“And who better to punish me than the girl I used to goad my mistress. Edged for eternity and then obeying her every whim to fuck me silly.” Lia batted her eyelashes at her. “You were trying so hard, I liked the attention.”

“You liked seeing your girlfriend go rabid,” Daphne said.

Lia giggled. “Yeah. It’s hot to see her get all possessive.” She shook her head. “Anyways, I’m not kidding about the job. You seem like you’d fit right in around here.”

“You seem to really be pushing for me to stay.” Daphne was getting curious. “Is it really that good, being a thrall to the fae?”

“More than you know. The main motto of being a thrall of Lady Beatrice is ‘Obedience is pleasure, serving is our reward’.” Lia shivered as she repeated those words, eyes glassy. She snapped out of it and continued. “Personally, I get off on it, but pleasure doesn’t have to be sexual. It’s satisfaction, it’s accomplishment, to be a thrall and fulfill your role is to feel truly alive.”

“That sounds kinda nice when you put it like that.” Daphne chuckled. “Gods, am I really being convinced to let the fae take me?”

“It’s my duty and honor as her first thrall to collect more thralls for my mistress, so I’m certainly gonna keep trying. Of course, Bea will want to do a proper interview.” Lia pouted. “Are you not going to play with me? Don’t make my punishment not worthwhile.”

“I honestly think you deserved that punishment, you used me,” Daphne said, smirking at the blushing guilt she got in response. “And now I get to use you.”

“Well, I—”

“Silence.” Daphne got a rush at how fast Lia shut up. “Stand.” Lia shot to her feet. Daphne held out her finger, still somehow not fully believing she had this much power over the girl. “Suck.”

Like a moth to a flame Lia leaned forward and started sucking on her finger.

“You say you like being used?” Daphne gave a devious smirk. “Fine. I’ll use you.”

Lia looked excited. Then suddenly leaned back, her eyes going blank. “Drop.”

Daphne’s mind went quiet. Not completely, she was aware enough to be confused, just not fight her own body. “This doll will obey.”

“Sit.” She obeyed, sitting on the back of the bed. “Open.” Daphne opened her legs and her mouth, unsure of which was asked and compliant nonetheless. “Repeat what you are.”

“This doll will obey.” Daphne felt familiar words rise to the surface, filling her mind and spilling off her tongue. This was unfair, she hadn’t even done anything. Yet. “I am a stupid slut who thinks with my cunt. I am a stupid slut who thinks with my cunt.”

Lia moved in front of her and began to lick between her legs. Daphne didn’t react beyond a soft moan escaping between declarations. The same phrase, over and over. Except with every lick she felt her mind becoming a little more twisted, like her very thoughts were being lapped away. Leaving nothing but the stupid slut she was. Daphne giggled at the thought. It was fun being a stupid slut. She was a stupid slut. Stupid…slut. Slut. Slut.

“Cum.”

“This doll obeys!” Daphne was shocked out of her trance with a quick but amazing orgasm. She felt her mind return to her, the humiliation sinking in alongside the arousal it gave rise to.

“Session one complete. Would you like to extend your sentence?” Lia asked.

Daphne gave her a look. She was having such whiplash. “Explain what extending my sentence entails.”

“Fifteen minutes of play, fifteen minutes of punishment. Only a stupid slut would stay, so if you do you’ll be treated like one,” Lia said. It seemed the order to act normal had ended and she was back to her blank doll answers.

Daphne laughed. She actually laughed. “So, the cost of using Beatrice’s personal plaything is a round of degrading myself?”

“If that’s how you want to think of it,” Lia said blankly, “It is not my place to say. I’m just a stupid slut.”

It was unfair Daphne didn’t know she had a time limit. She wasted so much of round one asking questions. The punishment didn’t seem that bad, she could survive one time and then dip before pushing her luck. “Ok. Yes, one more round, then I’m leaving, ok?”

“Understood. What do you wish of this doll?” Lia asked.

With the clock ticking Daphne wasted no time. If Lia was going to be eating her out as a “punishment”, then she was going to spend her time devouring the special treat that was Lia. She started with her lips, sharing a ionate kiss before moving down her neck and then stopping at her chest. Lia was so receptive, not empty but yearning in a way that made Daphne want to ravish her. She moaned and squirmed as Daphne sucked on her nipples. Gods her breasts were captivating. She could find herself playing with these for hours.

Daphne didn’t have hours, though, and was so captivated that before she knew it, Lia said, “Drop.”

Daphne went limp into her cleavage, her tongue still out. Lia performed the same ritual, forced her to speak the same humiliating mantra while she brought her to climax. Except this time Daphne’s thoughts didn’t spiral into horny madness. It did near the end, but for a moment she almost felt like she was basking in the mantra. When she called herself a slut she could taste Lia on her tongue and thought, yes I am.

“Cum.”

“This slut obeys.” Daphne awoke again as she came, quicker and not as hard as before. Not as good as the first time. Lia looked at her expectantly.

“It’s over?” Daphne asked. Then she frowned. Which part was she sad about being over?

“Session two complete. Would you like to extend your sentence?” Lia asked.

Daphne went to say yes, then stopped herself. What happened to this being only one more time? Well, Daphne was just a stupid slut, might as well go again—no, she’s not a stupid slut. That’s just what Beatrice was making her say, it wasn’t true.

Except Daphne didn’t feel as confident about that anymore.

Oh gods, I’m starting to believe what I’m saying. It all clicked. That was the trick being played. She got to have her way with Lia, but every time cost her a little more of her will. The sessions weren’t reward and punishment, it was set dressing for the true trap. She was being turned into a mindless thrall and she was choosing to reinforce the enchantment doing it without even realizing. Lia had all but told her that was her goal, that her purpose was to make more thralls for Beatrice, and Daphne had been too distracted by the beautiful bait to truly understand the consequences of her choice.

Beatrice was downright sinister.

Daphne should say no. She should leave. Already she could feel her will fraying at the seams, but ironically still having enough was making it so much worse. If she was a thrall Beatrice would just choose for her. Gods, was that the enchantment talking or was she just already this into it? Lia made being a thrall sound so tantalizing and now she’d had a taste. Her mouth was watering at the thought of the full course meal waiting for her.

Lia was still just standing there, blank and serene. Waiting for Daphne to become just like her, one session at a time. She smiled softly when she looked at her, no thoughts behind her pretty purple eyes as she said again, “Would you like to extend your sentence?”

Like the stupid slut she was, Daphne whispered, “Yes.”

“Understood. What do you wish of this doll?” Lia asked.

Daphne laughed nervously. She’d sold her soul and she didn’t even know what she wanted to do with her prize.

Then her thoughts drifted to her times in trance. The mindless focus she had when punishing Lia. The joy of being a thrall Lia spoke of so fervently, as if Daphne hadn’t even truly experienced it yet. And the euphoria Lia seemed to be getting just from being used. “Can you…can you put me into a trance?”

“This doll can do whatever you desire of it,” Lia said blankly.

Daphne wasn’t sure why she’d already fallen so far but maybe she hadn’t. Maybe it was more fun to leap into the abyss than wait to be dragged. “I want to know what it’s like…to be a thrall. Not just this enchantment on me, I want to know what you feel.”

Lia didn’t respond at first. She seemed to be taking her time to try and figure out how to meet this request. Then she smiled. “Would you like to perform my nightly mantras with me?”

Daphne shivered, unsure of what that truly meant, but nodded.

Lia moved so fast Daphne nearly screamed. She put her hands on her shoulders, running them up her neck until she held her head in place, and looked into her eyes intensely. “You must clean your mind of doubt and thought. You are a doll. You are property. Your purpose is to serve and obey your owner.” No trance had begun yet Daphne felt herself nodding softly with every word. Lia spoke with such mindless conviction it was hard to think she could be wrong. “A doll does not need to think. A doll needs only obey. This doll will obey and sleep.”

Lia’s eyes glowed blue. Daphne hadn’t been ready for that. She expected a trigger of some kind, something the enchantment on her that Lia could access. She hadn’t expected to see the glow of those enchanting eyes. It was as beautiful as she ed it, the color of sapphires that consumed her thoughts like nothing else. She slumped in place, her mouth went slack, and she waited for her empty mind to be filled with orders. She’d be touching herself in anticipation if she had any will left to try.

“You are deeply entranced. Your mind is blank and ready to be cleaned.” Lia’s words truly were her truth now. Daphne was without any inhibition and she was more turned on than ever. She’d given in. She’d become a doll, being brainwashed by another one. “You cannot resist. You will repeat your mantras and pleasure your body as you cleanse your mind. This doll will obey.”

“This doll will obey.” Daphne immediately started playing with herself, a hand between her legs and another fondling her tit. She was starting to drool but she didn’t care. Caring required her to think and her thoughts were being cleaned away.

Then a problem arose. One that made Daphne feel fear and panic, as she was unable to truly obey the order given. “This doll…doesn’t know its mantras.”

“Understood.” Lia’s eyes had stopped glowing but that didn’t matter. Daphne could still see them in her mind, still moan as they overwrote her will. The doll in front of her was nothing but a conduit of her mistress’s will. A mistress that Daphne felt herself falling into subservience to with every sparkle that popped any thoughts to resist her. Lia shifted around to mirror her, her hands also playing with herself methodically. “This doll will perform her mantras. You will watch. You will learn. You will obey.”

“This doll will obey,” Daphne said blankly. She ed what Lia had said before and whispered on instinct, “Obedience is pleasure.”

“Obedience is pleasure,” Lia agreed with a moan. Then she began.

“I am Beatrice’s property. My body belongs to her. My mind is for her to fill. Her will is my will.” Lia’s eyes were rolling into the back of her head. Her body was shaking and her hands were teasing her in such a methodical way. “My mind is being rewritten. I am helpless to resist. Every night I will clean my mind to make her hold over me stronger. I feel pleasure when I obey. I was never meant to be free, I was always meant to serve. I am grateful to my mistress for giving me purpose.”

Daphne was absorbing each mantra into her core. The only thing she wished was to know what Lia’s enchantment was truly doing to her mind. Daphne was trying to mimic the best she could, trying to scrub her own thoughts away in a desperate attempt to obey. But she knew she wasn’t doing it as good. Lia’s expression of ecstasy proved she had a lot to learn.

“I am an obedient fuckdoll. I was made to obey my mistress. My mouth, tits, and ass belong to her. I love to be used and humiliated for her pleasure. I only cum when she permits it, she only permits it when my mind is clean.” Lia moaned, then without skipping a beat she started back at the top. “I am Beatrice’s property. My body belongs to her. My mind is for her to fill. Her will is my will.”

The first four mantras were always the same. Daphne started to repeat those with her, feeling a rush of pleasure every time she did. The rest seemed to be self-created ionate declarations, varied but always on the theme of degrading subservience. At first Daphne just took it all in, letting it rewrite her existence.

Then Daphne started saying her own mantras. “My mind is being rewritten. I am helpless to resist. I gave up my will to feel this pleasure. I obey to feel this pleasure. I am a stupid slut who thought with her cunt and am grateful to Beatrice for taking pity on a worthless thief. For turning me into a tool to pleasure her doll. I don’t want to think. I just want to obey.”

It wasn’t clear when they switched from pleasure to punishment, it was all the same now. Daphne continued to perform her new mantras, her new mode of existence. All that truly changed was Lia suddenly moved to start eating her out and by then, Daphne was so deep in her own trance she didn’t comprehend where her own pleasure was coming from. She just used it to bleach her mind more and more in hopes her mistress would reward her. A mistress who wasn’t even here but was still the architect of her fall into enthrallment.

When it ended, when Daphne woke from her trance to end the session by cumming her mind away, the orgasm was nothing like what came before. It changed her. It remade her into what she was always meant to be. A thrall for their mistress.

“Session three complete,” Lia said, her voice not matching her clear exhaustion. “Would you like to extend—”

“Yes. Yes, do it again, put me back under,” Daphne spat out. She was addicted now. She was so fucked, the enchantment had their hooks in her mind, and she didn’t care, she wanted more. She wanted to never come back up. “Break my mind. Run our mantras.”

“Understood.” Even with her blank eyes, Lia genuinely smiled at her saying ‘our’ mantras.

Daphne spent the rest of her will actively trying to get rid of it. Every time she’d resurface, given a sliver of her mind back to ask if that was enough, she’d beg Lia to go again, begging her to break her. And Lia would just smile and put her under again, whisper those wondrous mantras that rewrote both their minds into further subservience. Daphne was a mindless, obedient, stupid slut who ended up a thrall because she thought with her cunt and she fucking loved it. She didn’t want to think. Her mistress would think for her. She just wanted to obey.

Obedience is pleasure. Serving is my reward.

Daphne woke to the smell of fresh coffee.

It shocked her that she woke up at all. At a certain point last night she’d stopped surfacing from her trance and just kept doing the loop. Sunk so deep she was nothing but a broken thrall. She fully expected to never be allowed to think again, to be kept a mindless thrall for the rest of her life. The rush of that, of truly believing she’d lost her will forever, had been terrifyingly hot. But here she was, mind unbroken, body slowly sitting up to see she’d fallen asleep on the bed and been using Lia as a pillow.

Daphne then covered herself in a panic as she realized the smell of coffee was sourced from a kitchen maid that had entered the room. Her eyes were glassy and her smile dream-like, that entranced look Daphne had come to recognize and yearned to feel again. The maid was impressively silent as she walked over and put a tray with two steaming cups on the table nearby. When their eyes met the maid’s refocused as if it broke her from her trance and she blushed with embarrassment. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” She gave a cute, nervous smile when Lia sat up with drooping eyes. “Were we breaking in a new hire, Miss Lia?”

“I definitely feel like I broke something,” Lia muttered with a giggle. She didn’t even try to cover up as she took a mug and moaned after a sip. “Gods, Ophelia, how do you make coffee this good?”

“A maid needs some secrets,” Ophelia said with a shy pride.

Daphne hesitantly took a sip and couldn’t stop her own moan of agreement, the coffee was divine. The warmth spread through her body fast and gifted her a second wind she didn’t think was possible after last night.

Last night. Last night was an experience. Lia hadn’t been kidding about the joy of being a thrall. Daphne was surprised she didn’t still feel like one. Maybe whatever enchantment Beatrice had put on her was only for the night. Which was goddamn lucky, she all but gave Beatrice her soul without her even being there to take it.

“Bea need anything? Didn’t mean to flake my morning routine.” Lia asked while savoring the drink. “Brain is still mushy, I think Daphne ran me through my nightly mantras like a dozen times, could you tell her—”

“Lady Beatrice said you can take the morning off to recover. She does hope you’ll be able to her for brunch.” Ophelia nodded at Daphne. She seemed to be trying very hard to be respectful where her eyes were looking. Which was probably hard when looking down at two naked women. It was actually kinda cute to see her be all nervous. Gods, is this entire house just staffed with girls designed to lure me in? “That goes for both of you. Although our Lady did say it would be a meeting about the of your employment. She said from what she saw last night she assumed Lia had found a new coworker.”

There was no memory of even seeing Beatrice last night Daphne could recall. She must’ve come in and seen the two of them mindlessly playing with each other, repeating mantras declaring she owned them. She shivered at the humiliating thought.

Daphne could feel Lia beaming at her with anticipation. Ophelia was stealing glances with a clear hope she could get to know her. Daphne couldn’t hide her smile and rolled her eyes. “If Lady Beatrice can forgive me for touching her property, I would be willing to consider discussing employment. If you can call being her thrall a job.”

“Lady Beatrice will be pleased,” Ophelia said softly, sounding quite pleased as well.

Lia squealed with glee and hugged her. “Welcome to the team!”