Allie stood obediently at her Owner's side. She was sitting in Her throne, receiving an audience of guild men who'd come to negotiate for her return. She wasn't much paying attention to the conversation; this was people talk, and she was far beneath that now. She shivered as a draft blew cold air across her naked flesh.

 

It had only been a few days since the incident in the tower, when Mistress had stripped her down to her barest essentials. Since then, She had trained her for her new life as Her unthinking plaything. Allie was conscious enough at the moment to recognize that just a week ago, she would have found her current predicament an unthinkable nightmare, or maybe an unspeakable forbidden fantasy... Now though, she shuddered in delight at the recollection. She'd never been more fulfilled.

 

The older one was speaking. "Madame sorceress, I beg of you to reconsider! The guild is willing to pay double her weight in gold!"

 

Mistress swirled a glass of wine, uncrossing and recrossing Her legs as she spoke. "No money your pathetic guild could offer would ever be a worthy trade for my little doll, to say nothing of the sum I've already been paid simply to take her off the board~"

 

The younger one piped up. "Respectfully, m'lady, she's the strongest arcane caster in our guild! Whatever sum you require, we're prepared to pay it!"

 

Mistress pondered for a moment, before she spoke. "Thrall, be a good toy and sit on your mistress's lap. Legs spread."

 

Allie nodded and did as commanded, feeling a familiar heat rising within her.

 

"Now, put on a show for our distinguished guests~"

 

Allie was deep under uncountable layers of submissive conditioning, but the order was shocking enough to almost pull her up to full alertness. These men weren't her Mistress, nor were they any random people; they were her former guild members, who she had once gone questing with, who she drank into the night with. Her wakefulness was short-lived, however, and she soon crashed back down into simple, submissive obedience.  "Yes, Mistress," she said with a dumb grin, before spreading her legs further to offer the men a good view. She began tweaking at a nipple and circling her clit with a finger while locking eyes with the younger of the two guild men. His face was beet red, but he couldn't look away. The shamefulness of her display filled her with an exhibitionist thrill unlike any forbidden pleasure she'd felt before, and her train of thought was obliterated under the weight of it.

 

"I believe there's been a misunderstanding here," her Mistress began, "Allie here is not the strongest arcane caster in your guild, or any for that matter. She might have been a powerful warrior at one point in time, but I have taken that from her, and this is who she is now; a dumb, obedient girl who would fuck herself in front of her former allies merely because I command it."

 

Allie slipped a finger inside and switched to the other nipple. Her Mistress was humiliating her so harshly, so coldly in front of these men. Men she knew, who she had once proudly fought alongside, now watching her do unspeakable things with looks of paradoxical horror and desire. It was all so much that she almost missed the bubble of arcane energy rising from the ground between her and them.

 

"Fear not, however," Owner continued, "the two of you will be joining her in her blissful submission soon enough. I have special plans for you..." Allie realized what was happening and grinned wide.

 

The bubble stabilized and shined bright, glittering and casting its glow against the floor beneath it. There was no spiral to lose herself in this time, but Allie was fine with that. She knew who the spiral was for this time, and she was excited to enjoy the show. Mistress rose from Her throne, depositing her back into it, and leaned into her ear. "You will edge yourself while you watch me break your former and soon-to-be allies. Understood, toy?"

 

"Yes- ah, fuck... yes Mistress!" she whispered, straining to speak above the maelstrom of need that was rapidly taking her.

 

Mistress strolled down to her newest captures, and Allie continued to jill herself off on Her throne, watching eagerly as she did her work, succumbing to her lustful submission as mindlessness took her.

 

She couldn't wait to have playmates.