The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

For a woman not under an enchantment, Maria’s eyes surely looked devoid of life.

She was sitting on a couch across from an expensive looking arm chair. She didn’t know how long she’d been here. Some creature had raided her home, broken into her room, fed her some sweet liquid that had caused her to out and she woke up sitting here.

Maria didn’t care. Usually the drugs did the work of helping her not care but they’d worn off. She was glad the shakes hadn’t started yet. That was the only thing she usually cared about. Whatever made her life less painful.

This was a fae domain. The magic was running through the very walls like veins, everything here dripped with it. Maria knew that because she was a witch. She wished she wasn’t. It wasn’t something she could help, it was in her blood.

And blood like that was valuable.

The door opened behind her. Maria didn’t even flinch. She saw out of the corner of her eye two people enter, one in a dress, the other a maid. The dressed one sat down while the maid stood at her side.

“Good morning, dear. Are you feeling better?”

Lucid was the word for it, better wasn’t real.

“I am Lady Beatrice. This is Lia.” A pause, as if waiting for her to respond. “You don’t have to be afraid. We’re not going to hurt you like they were.”

Fae lie like Maria’s family. Lies of omission. The phrasing saying she’ll hurt her in new ways.

“Who are you?”

Maria didn’t speak. She didn’t even look up. She didn’t care.

“Do you have family?”

Maria still stared at the ground as she spoke. “Depends if you left survivors.”

Lia stifled a gasp. Beatrice took a deep, disappointed breath. “So those…people were your family. Bloodletting barbarians, why would they do that to you?”

Maria went back to being silent. Silence was the easiest. It led to the least pain.

“You’re safe here. Are you willing to answer some questions?”

Just ignore her. She doesn’t care about you. Once she knows what you are, she’ll bleed you dry.

“Is there anything you want? Darling, I just want to have a conversation with you.”

Silence.

“Will you at least give me the courtesy of looking at me? Please.”

Maria barely looked up and was met with the most enchanting pair of blue eyes she’d ever seen. Enchanting because that’s what they were doing, she knew it instantly but knowing didn’t stop them from dragging her into a trance.

“There we go. I know you’re scared. And the sorrow in your eyes tells me you know of many things to fear. Knowing is always painful, it is why ignorance is bliss.” Beatrice’s words were so calming she nearly fell asleep. Her eyes were drooping, her mind losing focus. “I’ll help you forget. Just keep looking into my eyes, keep listening to my words.”

“N…no.” Maria was fighting it. She didn’t believe her, the fae was lying and was going to hurt her, she had to break free. It was like swimming through molasses but she could see flow drowning her thoughts. “Won’t…help.”

“It will if you let it. Just let go, darling. Slowly sink into serenity until you finally can sleep.” Beatrice didn’t try harder, her eyes glowed just as bright as they did at the start. Maria maybe even could’ve broken free, if she had the will for it.

But Maria didn’t have the will. She didn’t even know why she tried. As soon as she found the path to escape her legs refused to walk it. Just like always. Her family never needed a chain to keep her trapped. They took her will to even try a long time ago.

It was only when she stopped fighting that Beatrice’s eyes glowed brighter. The room melted away and she slumped backwards, her eyes fluttering shut. The blue glow was still with her, guiding her deep into her own mind. It was always scary being alone with her thoughts, but without them, it was actually relaxing. A peaceful emptiness for her to float along as her mind opened to the fae weaving the enchantment upon it. “Please…”

“Shhh, just sleep. Deeper and deeper, all your woes finally able to just fade away. Calm. Relaxed. Entranced.” Beatrice’s words were all Maria could think about now. She felt a hand petting her head gently. “We’ll do this as many times as it takes.”

Maria was sitting on a couch across from an expensive looking arm chair. She didn’t know how long she’d been here, maybe a half hour. She hoped that wasn’t a bad sign for the interview.

She was already in uniform, but that might’ve been because the rags she came in were an unpleasant sight. It was nice of them to let her use it.

Lady Beatrice von Closen entered, elegant and poised. In tow was her handmaiden Lia, who was quite bubbly in comparison.

“Good afternoon,” Beatrice said as she sat down.

Maria straightened up. “Good afternoon, my lady.”

“Well, let’s get into it, shall we?” Beatrice took a clipboard from Lia and flipped through the pages. “Who are you?”

“Maria Feywin, my lady.” Maria flinched. Feywin. Her eye twitched just saying it. Her family name stung on her tongue like rotten fruit.

“Interesting name. I suppose there are some fae origins in your line?” Beatrice seemed to notice her discomfort.

“Maybe…what’s going on?” Maria winced, unsure of what she was trying to but knowing it was just out of reach. It felt like chains around her soul were being pulled on. “I…why…”

Beatrice’s eyes glowed.

“Well, let’s get into it, shall we?” Beatrice took a clipboard from Lia and flipped through the pages. “Who are you?”

“Maria, my lady.” Maria got a weird sense of deja vu but shook it off. Fae domains were weird, she was probably going to get that a lot.

“Good name. It suits you.” Beatrice was watching her carefully. “Do you have any family?”

“Yes.” Maria winced as the pain shot in her head. Memories she knew should be there weren’t. Horrors she could feel clawing into her skin had no source of information. “What are you doing to me?!”

“Helping.” Beatrice’s eyes glowed.

“Good name. It suits you.” Beatrice was watching her carefully. “Do you have any family?”

“No.” There was that deja vu again. It wasn’t as harsh though. It was almost…soothing. “So, uh, guess I’m easy pickings to be taken by the fae.”

“Do you want to be taken?” Beatrice asked with a sly smirk. “I am a kind mistress. I can arrange that.”

Maria blushed. She knew it was out of pocket but she couldn’t stop herself. “A fae as pretty as you, I wouldn’t mind.”

“Huh. That’s…new.” Beatrice had a pondering look to her when she said that. Her smile turned mischievous. “Maybe there’s a different path we can take doing this.”

Her eyes glowed softly. Maria’s eyes drooped but she didn’t drop so deep she lost her awareness. “What’re you…doing…”

“Dropping the act.” Beatrice hummed with amusement. “You’ve felt it, haven’t you? That deja vu. How many times do you think we’ve had this interview?”

“I think…this is the third,” Maria said. She’d felt deja-vu twice now.

“Close. This is the thirty-third.” Beatrice stood up. “Thirty-three changes to you, bit by bit. What do you think I might be changing?”

Maria winced. She didn’t realize she was heating up until that question extinguished her flame. “You’re…gonna…harvest me.”

“Harvest? Maria, do I look like a butcher? No, no, no, I’m going to remake you in my image.” Beatrice loomed over her with a predatory look that reignited that heat tenfold. Her eyes were so enchanting but they never pushed her too deep into a trance. Even though Maria knew she’d be unable to resist, the fae was keeping her just aware enough to revel in her words. “I’m going to twist your mind into the perfect little toy for me to play with. Rewrite your reality until you can only get off thinking about how to humiliate yourself for me. Oh yes, I want your body. But I want it for me to ravish, to tease, to use like a living doll.”

“Living…doll,” Maria repeated. She wanted her body…to play with? The thought was strangely appealing. Had she told her to think it was? It was embarrassing that was even more appealing to think about. Gods, how far gone was she already?

“Oh yes, my dear. I was being subtle but I think I’ve reached the point where you don’t even want to stop me.” Beatrice ran her hand along Maria’s chin, then down her neck and along her chest. The eyes glowed bright. “It’s normal to be fondled in interviews.”

“It’s normal to be fondled in interviews.” Maria drunkenly smiled as Beatrice started feeling her up. She knew something had just been done to her, something had changed but the pleasure was making it hard to focus as much as the eyes. “This is niiiice.”

Beatrice’s fingers slipped into Maria’s pants and brushed along the outside of her panties. “As I suspected, you’re already wet and ready.”

“You’re…making me…wet,” Maria said defensively. It didn’t really sound like a good defense out loud.

“I don’t need to.” Beatrice’s eyes flashed again. “You’re always wet and ready for your mistress.”

“I’m always wet and ready for my mistress.” Maria caught it that time but it didn’t stop her from starting to play with herself in order to meet this new reality. “Do you…do this to everyone.”

“Only the ones I find intriguing. Of course, none compare to my masterpiece.” Beatrice motioned to the handmaiden still standing at the chair, unphased by any of this. “Isn’t she beautiful? My loyalist thrall, the one that all who come after wish to be and never will. No worries or need for thoughts, only blissful obedience. You’ll be just like her. So enchanted you won’t even understand you’re being a slutty toy for me.” She smirked. “Lia, clothes aren’t necessary for interviews.”

Lia gave her a funny look, then glanced at Maria a giggle. Suddenly she straightened up, eyes emptying as she said cheerfully, “How silly of me, mistress. I’ll get rid of these clothes right away.”

Maria watched with shock as Lia stripped and stood at attention as if nothing had changed. Beatrice hadn’t even looked at her, Lia just obeyed regardless.

“See? She’s already a doll. My words are her reality. I’ve just dressed her up to look like she has a mind up there.” Beatrice snapped her fingers. “Lia, go down on her. It’s normal to eat out the interviewee to help them relax.”

“Of course, my lady,” Lia said with a blank smile.

Maria didn’t try to escape, the words of Beatrice infecting her mind too. It was normal to be fondled, it was normal to be eaten out, anything that wasn’t normal related to those things were being overwritten by her need to feel the pleasure it brought. She was being remade right in front of her own eyes and all she could do was lose the shame to moan from feeling it all.

“Just open your mind to me, Maria.” Beatrice’s eyes glowed brighter. “Let me remind you what a normal interview is like.”

“Nooormallll.” Maria was allowed to fall into a trance, this time with a smile plastered across her face and a tongue between her legs.

Maria sat on the couch, eager with anticipation of meeting her new owner. She was naked, out of respect of course, nobody should wear clothes in front of their owner. She wondered what she would look like. Maria’s hand started to slip between her legs as she imagined a beautiful woman, blue eyes that could make her think anything was normal. It was a silly thought, it would just be an average meeting of a fae inspecting her property. Maria stifled a moan just as the door opened and she quickly tried to hide what she’d been doing.

Beatrice, her gorgeous owner, entered with her handmaiden in tow. Lia was wearing sexy lingerie with the crotch and nipples exposed, a sign of her preferential treatment. Maria was jealous, she hoped her body alone was attractive enough to arouse her owner just as good.

“Good afternoon,” Beatrice said as she sat down.

Maria straightened up. “Good afternoon, mistress.”

“Well, let’s get into it, shall we?” Beatrice took a clipboard from Lia and flipped through the pages. “Who are you?”

“Maria, property of Beatrice,” she said confidently. She felt proud saying her name for once.

“Good name. I like it.” Beatrice scribbled something down. “Any family?”

“I don’t think so.” Maria frowned, then shrugged. If they were important, she would’ve ed them. “None that rely on me.”

“Any skills?”

“I am a witch, so I can interface with fae magic. I think that would be fairly useful.” Maria didn’t have any strong feelings on being a witch, but being useful for her fae employer made her happy she was one. She tapped her legs in thought. “I suppose my body is also quite attractive to some. So I could be used like a sex toy for sexual pleasure?”

Beatrice nodded a few times. “Hmm, let’s test that second one. Stand up and present your breasts to me with a smile.”

Maria shot to her feet, cupped her breasts, and smiled obliviously. She didn’t understand why she was so horny right now, she needed to focus on doing good in this interview, although she felt like she was nailing it.

“Hmm, very nice. Good posture, supple breasts. Perhaps some phrases of degradation?” Beatrice asked casually.

“Can I get an example?” Maria wanted to obey but she didn’t really understand what that meant.

Lia stepped forward. “Phrases of degradation are meant to be humiliating statements that amuse our owner to show how much control she has over us. For example, I am just a walking pair of tits for my mistress to enjoy.”

“Always eager to humiliate herself, this one.” Beatrice gave one of Lia’s tits a squeeze as if to affirm what she’d said. Lia’s eyes went hazy as she quivered with pleasure. “Do follow your heart. This is not a judgment of creativity, I just want to see what you’ll say.”

“Ok. I…well clearly I’m a natural slut since I have no shame for being naked and offered my body on the spot.” Maria shivered. She liked how she felt when she said that. “Yeah. An obvious slut too. One who doesn’t even realize this is weird, who thinks this is a normal interview and subconsciously is getting off on being fucked with.”

Beatrice nodded. “Interesting word choice. You enjoy being “fucked with”? Happy that you aren’t even aware that I’m making you mock yourself for my pleasure?”

“I feel happy that…you are using me.” Maria frowned. “That doesn’t make much sense. I don’t know who else would use me but my owner but…I just have this weird feeling I like that it’s you and not somebody else.”

“Makes sense to me. I like Bea being the one using me too,” Lia said with a bright smile.

“In that case, perhaps I should oblige.” Beatrice smirked. “Maria, I would like you to go down on Lia. She is quite prolific in the act and will be able to judge accordingly.”

“Of course, mistress, but…” Maria was so nervous but she had to ask. This was her only chance, “perhaps I could show you my skills…personally? So that you can truly judge if I am worthy?”

Beatrice tilted her head. “You ask for the honour of tasting me?”

“I…I’m sorry if I spoke out of turn, mistress, I—” Maria trailed off as her eyes glowed. She sunk into a trance so fast it was like she’d done it a dozen times. “Need to watch…your eyes…and sleep.”

“Yes you do. Just one more time, my dear. You’ve done so good. I’m so proud of how much progress we’ve made.” Beatrice’s voice was so calming, her praise made Maria feel so very warm inside. “I think I’ve achieved what I wanted. Now we can just have some fun.”

Maria sat naked in the chair, her face blank with drool running down her chin. Her hand was in constant motion between her legs. There were no intelligent thoughts in her head, nothing that comprehended the constant pleasure her body was feeling.

I am a sex toy. I exist to fuck and suck. I am always wet and ready. The mantras repeating in her mind made her body shiver ever so slightly.

Maria did not react when her owner entered the room, although perhaps the increase in drool could’ve been from seeing her completely naked. Her body was stunning, supernaturally perfect in proportion, Maria yearned to run her tongue along every inch of it.

Her owner’s personal doll, Lia, trailed behind her. She too was naked, eyes empty, phallic toys sticking out of her cunt and ass. The signs of her preferential treatment, Maria was left to pleasure herself with her hands alone.

This did not bother her. A toy does not feel jealousy, only pleasure that its owner was being pleased.

“Let’s make this quick.” Beatrice pulled out a sheet of paper. She snapped her fingers and Lia moved to her side to suck on her nipple. She moaned softly, which caused a shiver in Maria’s cunt just from hearing it. “Who are you?”

“I am whoever my mistress wants me to be,” Maria said. She still stared forward, empty and docile. She ached to be used. Even the simplest act of answering questions rewards her with a lick of pleasure for her obedience.

“Any family?”

“My past is irrelevant. The House is all I know. The House is all I need.” Maria was a doll. She was always a doll. Dolls do not have families. They have owners. Beatrice was her owner. Her hand was moving faster, the heat within her growing.

“Good. Good.” Beatrice nodded. “Any skills?”

“I exist to serve. My mind and body belong to you. I will do whatever is asked of me.” Maria felt a lick with each ‘good’ her owner said. She wanted to be good. She was a good doll. She wanted to obey.

“Interesting. Dolls like that are useful, but why should we keep you?” Beatrice ran her finger around Lia’s nipple before giving it a pinch. Lia didn’t react and continued sucking on her owner’s nipple with a mindless joy that made Maria wish she was on the other side doing it with her. “This doll is just as obedient. In fact she fulfills all my needs. Why do you think you are needed?”

“I think whatever my mistress wants me to think,” Maria said.

“Good girl.”

Maria came from a tiny orgasm, her entire body shuddering as she moaned. The reward for being a good girl made her desperate to be one. “Thank you, mistress.”

“Lia?” Beatrice tapped her. “Any suggestions on how to prove she is a doll worth keeping?”

Lia pulled away with an audible pop, standing up straight with her arms behind her back. “A good doll would debase herself for her mistress. A good doll would only cum when commanded. A good doll would be willing and able to sexually satisfy anybody her owner asks her to.”

“I think we’ve hit the mark on the first two.” Beatrice turned back to Maria. “I have an idea. You are going to eat Lia out. She will judge if your skills make you worth keeping, so do your best.”

“Yes, mistress.” Maria stood up from the chair and walked over to her fellow doll. She took the toy out of Lia’s cunt and slid it into her own without hesitation. For safe-keeping. She then knelt down, eyes locked on her purpose, mouth watering with a need to lick. She leaned in—

“Wait.”

Maria’s tongue was inches from its prize. She froze as ordered.

“I’ve changed my mind. I want to test you out myself.”

“Yes, mistress.” Maria’s entire body writhed in anticipation. Already she was aroused, as a good doll should be, but she was going to be used by her owner. She didn’t stand, instead crawling to be before her. The toy slipped out along the way, but that was not important. What was important was her owner spreading her legs with a seductive smile, beckoning her with a finger.

With every inch closer Maria started to feel something new. Fear. A doll shouldn’t be able to fear but she did. She was made to do this but she’d never done it before and that bothered her. She might fail. She might upset her mistress. She might be terrible at it. She might be thrown away.

Then Maria felt her mistress’s hand on her head and all her worries vanished along with any other thoughts she might have. She looked up with blank obedience. Beatrice nodded at her. “Worship me, just as you were born to do.”

“Yes, mistress.” Maria obeyed. She tasted her owner for the first time and felt a wave of euphoria. She would’ve cum on the spot if she was able to do so without permission. It was divine and she continued with fervor in her quest to make her owner cum.

“Mmm, not bad at all. Technique still needs work, but we can always train you.” Beatrice moaned softly, then snapped her fingers. “Lia, I don’t like toys being left about. Maria had the right idea.”

“Yes, mistress.”

Maria did not comprehend what that meant, she was too focused on her task. She was startled when she felt the dildo back into place, not in one motion but a continuous rhythm. Maria’s eyes rolled into the back of her head for a moment as she savored both tasting her owner and being taken from behind. She was a doll to be used and being used in so many ways was orgasmic.

Gods she would cum if she could. But she can’t. Good dolls don’t cum unless they are told.

Beatrice was getting close, Maria could feel it. Sure enough two hands were put on her head as her owner came onto her face hard. It was pure ecstasy, Maria savored every second of it. Then as her mistress started to calm down, the orgasm now over, she moved back, and went blank. “Thank you for using me, mistress.”

“You’re welcome, my slutty toy.”

Maria for the first time in her life felt truly alive. Kneeling at attention, no thoughts in her head, toys shoved into her cunt, and face dripping with her owner’s juices. She was owned and yet it was as though shackles weighing down her soul had been broken. She was finally free to do her heart’s desire and her heart desired to obey her owner till the end.

Beatrice fanned herself as Lia appeared to be using a towel and her tongue to clean her up. “Maria, this was an excellent interview. I think I know just the position for you. You will be my thrall for personal use. You will have no pay, no time off, no thoughts, no rights, and of course no free will. You are property. Your duties will be keeping yourself wet at all times, servicing me when requested, cleaning Lia after I use her, and any other degrading duties I may come up with just to humiliate you further. You will actively inform me of new ways to do so.” She leaned in. “So, do you want the job?”

“I want whatever my mistress wants,” Maria said blankly.

Beatrice hummed with amusement. “And your mistress wants you to answer honestly, deep from your core, even if you don’t understand the answer. Do you want to be my sloppy secondary fuck-doll, to be used and humiliated for my own amusement?”

Maria regained a sliver of awareness. Not enough to fight or even know she needed to, but enough to answer with a shameless moan, “It is my dream, mistress.”

“Then we have an agreement.” Beatrice’s eyes glowed. “As standard, you may now cum until your mind is emptied of even the hint of thought.”

“Yes, mistress.” On the outside Maria barely was shuddering, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. This was because a good doll does not react unless told to. Inside she was screaming with pleasure, arching her metaphorical back as the orgasm wiped her mind off the map. “Thank…you…mistress,” she stuttered as what remained of her will streaked down her leg. She was still standing but her mind was long since gone. She didn’t even feel Lia’s tongue mindlessly cleaning her face.

If Maria had, she probably would’ve just came even harder.

Maria opened her eyes. She was fully dressed and clean, sitting in the chair, everything back to normal. The memories of her reliving the same interview over and over, from its fearful start to its orgasmic end all stitched together.

“How are we feeling?”

Maria looked up to see her owner—no, just Lady Beatrice and her handmaiden Lia. Also both dressed again, looking at her with concern and what might’ve been hope. Like doctors gauging the treatment they’d just given.

“I’m…fine?” Maria rubbed her head, recalling everything. Then blushing at everything she did. So shamelessly, so obediently. She never thought she was capable of acting like that, so…slutty. But she hadn’t lied, she felt so good right now. The afterglow of an interview like that was something else. “Was that all real?”

“Very real. That was probably the most creative interview I’ve had to do.” Beatrice sounded like she was being very careful with her words. “You seem to be much more lively then when we first brought you in here.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess it’s hard to be mopey in the afterglow.” Maria smacked her lips. Her throat was so dry. “Could I get some water?”

“Of course. Lia?” Beatrice motioned her hand and Lia swiftly left to retrieve a pitcher.

“Didn’t think my first kiss would be on those kind of lips,” Maria muttered.

Beatrice frowned. “I am sorry for stealing that from you.”

“Steal implies I would’ve ever had it.” Maria flexed her fingers. Despite her awareness being back, she could still feel the flow of fae magic within her. “I’m under an enchantment right now, aren’t I? Something to stop the shakes from being off the drugs for so long.”

“I heard witches were perceptive, it’s fascinating to see in action. That’s also a good sign that what I did worked.” Beatrice was watching her with sharp intent. “Do you where you came from?”

Maria was about to answer but suddenly the memory was gone. It had been right there on the tip of her fingers, she’d just mentioned being on drugs but she had no memory of it. “No. Why don’t I ? I was just talking like I did.”

“I sealed your past away. It was hurting you.” Beatrice put her fingers together in thought. “I cannot take memories away, nor do I want to, but I can make them harder to reach. The technique I used on you is one that was often applied to the old staff. It is not one I like, memories make who we are. The old ways were like a hatchet, I was more precise in my cuts. This interview was…a strange way of finding all the paths I wanted to close. Whenever you began to , began to feel the pain, I deduced what triggered it and closed that off.” She gave her a sympathetic look. “Suffice to say, there were many triggers.”

“So, I can’t my past? At least, not on purpose.”

“Not without either me or Lia present. I think we’ll keep an eye on you and then work together to peel back the layers enough for you to digest.” Beatrice put her fingers together. “However, we also cannot force you to . Think of it like a box. You hold one key, we hold the other. Both parties must be ready to open it.”

Maria literally couldn’t why, but she felt like that was for the best. “So that part I get. Why did…well…”

“Why did my methodical memory removal turn into a sexually charged induction into enthrallment?” Beatrice asked coyly.

Maria nodded, taking the glass of water Lia walked in with. She really needed it after all that and Lia seemed to be chugging one as well.

Beatrice, impressively, barely took a sip of water before speaking again. “I will it it was a leap of faith, but I thought it was a good sign of progress and capitalized on it. After all, you were technically the one who brought it up.”

“When I said I wouldn’t mind being taken by you?” Maria asked. She got a nod. “I mean, that’s a very small thing to leap onto. I was almost joking.”

“Small, yes, but compared to how you started it was exponentially more expressive. You finally wanted something. Yes, it was a fleeting, lustful want, but it was a want nonetheless.” She took another sip. “I am a creature of want and desire. When we first spoke you were…without any. It genuinely hurt to see, the husk that you were. I was trying to invoke a spark of desire in you and clearly you found one most titillating.”

“I guess I did.” Maria frowned. “You mentioned not having rights or free will…”

“That was just me embellishing for the thrill of it. You also may recall I said you would have no thoughts and the amount racing in your head right now should hopefully prove that it was all in good fun.” Beatrice leaned in. “You did have fun, yes?”

Maria blushed and nodded. “For the first time in my life, yeah. I just…nevermind.”

“What?”

“Nothing, it’s stupid.”

Beatrice’s eyes glowed with a sly expression on her face. “Tell me.”

“I wanted it to be real. When you said those words it was hot, yes, but it lifted a burden on my soul I didn’t know was there. Being owned made me feel free.” Maria blinked a few times and blushed. “Sorry, that sounds contradictory, I…don’t really understand.”

“I do,” Lia said with a warm smile. She sat down next to Maria and put a hand on hers. “I love being owned. It makes me feel safe and loved. If that makes you feel free, Lady Bea would be more than willing to indulge.”

Maria looked at her in awe, then nodded nervously. She could just feel Lia knew exactly what she was talking about.

“My lady, I think we might have a special case here.” Lia turned to Beatrice. “We shouldn’t just do the normal enchantments. I think you need to do a core rebuild.”

Beatrice flinched. “Love, that’s quite the thing to put somebody through.” She hid her face behind her hand. “And I always thought you’d be the only one I’d do that to.”

“I know, but this isn’t , it’s about helping her.” Lia walked over and kissed Beatrice on the lips. “It won’t take away what made mine special. And we’ll do hers together, like everything else.”

Maria didn’t know how she felt about them discussing her fate as if she wasn’t even in the room. Weirdly, it wasn’t a bad feeling. They cared about her. They wanted her. Not her blood, not her powers, her. Lia had been so correct, it felt so comforting to be owned. With the right owner at least.

Beatrice and Lia both turned to Maria, matching looks of gleeful anticipation. “Maria, we have decided upon your training. Are you ready to begin?”

“Y-yes, my lady.” Maria got a shiver down her spine at how the two of them were looking at her now. Like she was a fine meal they were ready to devour.

Beatrice stood up, with Lia moving her chair in tow as to allow her to be sitting directly across from Maria. The fae was smiling deviously. “While all staff is enchanted, I haven’t broken down and rebuilt a thrall like this since Lia. You should savor every moment.”

“I think I will, my lady.” Maria became nervous but still had to ask, “May I make a correction on something you said?”

Beatrice raised an eyebrow and nodded.

“You’re not going to break me down. I’m already broken. I think…I have been for a very long time.” Maria smiled with devotion at the fae who finally had given her a reason to. “Today you put me back together, just a little. When you rebuild me, I know I’ll love and serve you until the end.”

Beatrice had a stoic look. “I promise it’ll still be you.”

“It’s ok if it isn’t.” Maria was worried she’d upset her. “I don’t really know myself, there’s not much me to keep. I want to be whatever you want me to be.”

“And I, as your lady, mistress, and owner,” Beatrice kissed her on the forehead, “want you to be yourself. You will be my maid, my property, my thrall. You will serve me without hesitation or thought, feel pleasure just from obeying my commands no matter what they are. And yet, Maria, it will still be you. If I wanted anything else I would’ve gotten that instead. What I want, is you.”

A tear ran down Maria’s cheek. “Thank you, my lady.”

“You’re welcome, darling.” Beatrice’s eyes glowed bright. “Sleep.”