It was the day of the first enchantment exam, and Katie was nervous.

Not about how she’d perform. She knew that she was good - having a fetish for the subject would do that to you, and once she fully realised she did indeed have that fetish, she’d been both voraciously studying the theory and practicing mundane hypnosis. As a result, she’d been ahead of her class since they’d been given access to the more dangerous spells upon reaching adulthood. No, the problem was how her subject would react.

Even in a private magic school like Spellbrook, there were nerds, and Katie was absolutely one of them. While most of the popular bullies had mellowed out somewhat, she still didn’t fully trust them, not to mention those she had avoided just to be safe. Unfortunately, there was no chance of being paired up with one of her friends - the teacher, Mr. Brown, had been taking notes on who his students had been practicing on, and would ensure that they wouldn’t get anyone too accustomed to being enchanted by them, overselling their skills. So that meant she’d have a chance of being paired up with someone who wouldn’t take kindly to being dominated in any way, and face the consequences.

Fidgeting with her long black hair, she tried to calm her nerves. Maybe it’d be fine. She’d probably be facing another nobody, who’d take their likely loss as a simple consequence of the practical. However, as Mr. Brown began to call people up to the chairs at the front - why he insisted on doing this one pair at a time, in front of everyone, she’d never know - her nerves built again, as more and more safe choices were eliminated. Finally, he looked over at her, gesturing for her to join him.

“Miss Oleshe and Miss Elderflower.”

Crap.

Thalia Elderflower was absolutely a popular girl - as Katie understood it, she probably held the most sway of anyone in her year. There weren’t too many elves at Spellbrook - there were private schools and there were Private Schools, and Spellbrook was decidedly the former. While it was far from a bad school, most elves decidedly considered attendance there to be “slumming it”, and so the few that did show up quickly attracted notice. Katie didn’t really know what Thalia was like - she’d only shown up about a year prior - but she knew her type: with such a reputation to preserve, she would surely be on the warpath if she lost their match. She’d had too many run-ins with Thalia’s friends to assume differently.

As she slowly made her way to the front of the classroom, she considered her options. Perhaps she could deliberately forfeit? However, she soon realised it was a dumb idea. Mr. Brown would almost certainly spot a lack of effort on her part and demand they retry. Thalia’s demonstration of her victory might be just as bad as her revenge upon a loss - worse, even, as it would be in front of everyone, and if she did ever engage in bullying, it had never been in public. And… there was a small, stubborn part of Katie that refused to allow a deliberate loss. If she was going to demonstrate her skill, then by the gods she would show everyone just how good she was, no matter how humiliating the consequences. She steeled herself, and sat facing the gorgeous blonde elf - near opposites, Katie’s dark skin and hair against Thalia’s near-white. They shook hands, as was the practice before any matching of skill, and then Mr. Brown told them to begin.

Both of them channeled power into their focuses. Katie’s pendant glowed green and began to sway on its own as she cast Hypnos, while Thalia, who preferred more physical magic, imposed pink spirals upon her eyes, casting Domina. Against someone without mental training, or who wasn’t trying to resist, either would have been enough to capture their mind instantly. However, both of the young women’s mental defences were strong and would not fail so easily, and so they began extending their magical senses towards each other, hoping to locate a weakness. To create a good mental shield, you needed to maintain focus - any sort of distraction would allow your opponent to strike. For some, the act of spell-casting was enough of a break, but not for either duellist. The likely path to victory, then, barring any sudden interruptions, was emotion. Any disruption to one’s emotional equilibrium could often allow for cracks to form in the shield, which your opponent could both direct the enchantment towards and start talking to you about. Katie tried to feel for the tenor of Thalia’s emotions, but initially got nothing. The elf was good. For an instant, she almost felt relief - perhaps she could lose naturally - but then remembered why she didn’t want to do that, and mastered the feeling before it could be seized upon.

After a minute or so - it was easy to lose track of time while focusing like this - Katie noticed something. It wasn’t much, but Thalia was feeling… bored? Tired? Both had a similar character, at least in the way she perceived them in others, and both were plausible. Neither girl had had any success, and it was easy to assume that your opponent would continue that way for some time, slipping into familiarity and thus boredom. As for tiredness, while bodily channelling was certainly impressive and could achieve striking results, the price was that it cost more power: crystals, like Katie’s pendant, could take magic far more easily and would lose it far slower. This was especially true when coupled with Domina, which was rather demanding compared to Hypnos. She tried to narrow in on it, but, not getting anything more and concerned about her own defenses failing, Katie moved to the attack, sending her spell to target those emotions, promising something better, more interesting and relaxing, if Thalia gave in. At the same time, she started to speak.

“I know, this can get dull, can’t it? I bet you’re feeling the drain right now.”
The elf reacted to the second one in particular, and Katie adapted, beginning to drill down into her opponent’s light fatigue.

“It’s alright. It’s natural to want to relax, isn’t it. You know that if it comes down to attrition, I’ll win anyway, so it’s better to give in now. Just let those eyes close and let your spell drop and let me into your mind.”

Her magic was singing the same song, and, for a brief moment, Thalia’s eyelids fluttered, before she marshalled herself and deliberately sat up even straighter. Katie continued.

“Yes, I’m sure that’ll work in the short term - but you’re now working harder, aren’t you? Doing all that for - what? You haven’t found any gaps in my defence yet, and that tiredness, the need to let go that I know you’re feeling won’t go away, will it? Better to just relax.”

Thalia was definitely feeling it at this point, her own magic briefly flickering to green, then out entirely, before reasserting itself, blinks becoming longer, body slowly drooping. Katie continued to work away, murmuring about comfort and rest and relief.

The elf decided she needed to do something drastic, and stood up suddenly, looming over her opponent. The brief shock was enough to disturb Katie, letting Thalia sense the human’s nerves - but her own sense of triumph and relief, combined with the effort of standing with this veil of sleepiness washing over her, only broke her own defences further. She briefly got out roughly half a sentence about Katie being able to stop worrying, but she was interrupted.

“Yes, well done, you’ve worked out my own weakness, haven’t you? That’s very good, you’ve done what you set out to do, haven’t you? And now that’s done, you can give in, you can relax, you can sleep.”

On each command, Katie’s pendant pulsed with light, and on the third, Thalia’s spell flickered out, her eyes closed, her legs gave out, and she fell asleep, under the human’s control - and right onto her chest.

Katie took a few moments to solidify the enchantment, stroking Thalia’s hair and whispering more magic-laced words in her ear, and felt her control click into place. Then the nerves came flooding back, and she suddenly realised: Thalia Elderflower was sleeping on her breasts, in front of the whole class. She awkwardly moved her onto the floor, doing her best not to drop her, then looked at Mr. Brown.

“Well, Miss Oleshe. That seems reasonably conclusive, but the rules are the rules. Please actively demonstrate that you have ensorcelled Miss Elderflower’s mind.”

Katie panicked. What should she have her do? Her mind floundered for a second, then seized on the word “cat”. Elves liked cats, right? Maybe she should make Thalia do something cat-like. Then maybe she wouldn’t mind? The logic, such as it was, was ridiculous, but the idea was already there, and, her course of action decided, her rational brain took over again.

“Thalia. When I wake you up, whenever you try to speak, you’ll meow like a cat. You won’t notice you’re doing this.” She left a second for the command to sink in, then said, “Wake up.”

The elf sat up, confusion registering on her face for a second before she realised why she must be on the floor. “Meow. Meow?”

Several people in the class giggled, and the elf took offence to this response to a perfectly reasonable question, responding with a hiss. Having not been given explicit instructions, she remained seated on the ground. A guy in the front row - Katie didn’t know his name - raised his hand, and the teacher gestured for him to speak.

“Hey Thalia. What’s your favourite food?”

“Mew, mew. Prrrrrrr.”

More chuckles. Katie was about to release the elf, but Mr. Brown stopped her.

“While that certainly is sufficient for a pass, Miss Oleshe, I believe you are capable of more. Or was I mistaken?”

Gods, he knew her too well. With that challenge issued, she had to go further. Pushing through her concerns, Katie brought her pendant in front of the elf’s eyes and set it alight with power, smiling despite herself as Thalia’s expression returned to blankness.

“Thalia, when I take the pendant away, you will be a cat.”

The elf’s eyes flashed green in response, and then Katie let her loose. Thalia immediately dropped to all fours and began purring, rubbing her head against Katie’s legs. As if in some bizarre dream, she found her hand moving towards her and started patting her again, which the enchanted elf leaned into. Then Thalia rolled onto her back and, at Katie’s hesitation, meowed insistently. Slowly, Katie brought her hand down to her belly and began scratching it, letting the cat-elf wriggle and mew beneath her. She allowed herself to be lost in the moment - Thalia was truly beautiful, and having her act at her whims… she felt the first tingles of arousal.

Mr. Brown snapped her out of her reverie. “Thank you, Miss Oleshe. That will be sufficient.”

Katie immediately yanked her hand back and broke the spell, fleeing back to her seat before Thalia had fully woken. She would remember everything that had happened - Mr. Brown had forbidden anyone from memory modification. As the elf returned to her own place, mentally preparing for her next chance to prove her own capabilities, Katie could have sworn that she was deliberately avoiding looking at her - out of anger, she assumed. She couldn’t get out of class fast enough.

***

It had been a week since their exam, and Katie was doing her best to avoid Thalia. She’d tried to be subtle about it, always giving it a few minutes before she exited any room the elf had entered, but Thalia seemed to have noticed - and was trying to catch her out. She seemed to be deliberately seeking her out, no doubt to inflict her punishment for that display in front of the class. What had she been thinking? A cat? That was such a cliché for elves, she was convinced it almost qualified as a slur!

However, Thalia seemed to have given up today. By lunchtime, Katie had almost convinced herself that maybe nothing would come of the incident, and by the evening, had allowed herself to return to her favourite reading spot in the library. Curled up in a comfy chair next to a roaring - but magically harmless - fire, she relaxed.

And then a shadow fell over her, and she realised that the elf had merely been biding her time.

“Oh! Hi, Thalia,” she squeaked. “What can I do for you?”

“Hey, Katie. I just wanted to have a chat,” she replied, doing nothing to quell the human’s worry.

“What about?”

“What happened last week, in the exam. I…”

She paused to gather her thoughts, and Katie leaped in.
“I’m sorry!”

At the same time, Thalia blurted out, “Could you do it again?”

Then, realising what the other girl had said, asked, “Sorry?”

Katie barrelled ahead, Thalia’s original comment having fallen on deaf ears. “I’m sorry! It won’t happen again, I promise! I won’t show you up, won’t embarrass you again- I’ll stay out of your way- I shouldn’t have done the cat thing- just please be merciful- I-”

“Hey, just slow down,” Thalia interrupted. She stepped back, sitting in another armchair. “What do you mean, “be merciful”? I’m not mad, I promise. Did… did I do something to you?”

There was what sounded like genuine concern in her voice, and Katie looked up from her near-panic attack, trying to work out if she was actually for real. Considering the elf’s bearing, she realised… Thalia seemed almost as nervous as Katie felt.

“Katie? You good?”

“Yeah? Maybe? Um, no, you haven’t done anything to me so far, but…” She trailed off, feeling embarrassed at what she was about to say.
“But?”

“But… you’re a popular girl. And I’m a nobody who bested you in the test, then made you behave like a cat. In front of the whole class. In… in my experience, that sort of thing doesn’t generally end well for me. And, since you’re friends with Mara and Jade, I guess I assumed you’d be the same?”

“Well, “friends” is something of a strong word, but they do hang around me, yeah. They bullied you, did they?”

“Yeah. Right up till last year. Come to think of it, since you arrived.”

“Mm. I think, when I transferred, they assumed I’d be the same as them, because I naturally attracted attention… and then when I wasn’t, they started questioning some things about themselves. Clearly not enough to apologise, but… enough to stop.”

“And… I guess I assumed you’d be the same. After all, that’s how the social dynamics work out. This isn’t some big set-up, is it?” Katie started looking around nervously again.

“No no no, I promise it’s not. I’ll swear a Binding Oath, if you want,” Thalia offered.

The conviction in her voice seemed genuine, but Katie still needed some time to relax again. Thalia tried to fill the silence.

“I don’t mean to pry… but it’s been bad for you, hasn’t it? The bullying, I mean.”

“Yeah. I’ve just defaulted to avoiding anyone I didn’t know already. But you seem genuine, so… more fool me, I guess.”

“No, stop that. It’s not your fault that popularity breeds meanness. And I should have tried to get to know you better. You’re not a nobody - no-one is. You shouldn’t be made to feel like that, and I’m sorry if that’s how it seemed from me.”

Katie assessed the conciliation, decided that it was genuine, and sat up a bit straighter. “So, before I derailed the conversation… what did you want to say?”

The awkwardness she’d sensed earlier immediately returned.

“Well, actually, I wanted to ask… could you enchant me again?”

Katie blinked in surprise. “Um… why do you want that?”

Thalia blushed. “I’ve been under before as practice, of course… but when you dropped me, it felt different. I… found it hot, actually. And I don’t know whether it’s you, or the spell, or what, but I think I’ve now realised I’ve got a fetish for being enchanted, and maybe a crush on you, and I want to try again to see if it was a fluke or if it’s for real and maybe take things further. If that’s okay with you.” She’d rushed through the last part, turning redder and redder in the face. Katie, meanwhile, was the absolute picture of shock. Thalia Elderflower… wasn’t mad? Wanted to be enchanted again? Had a crush on her? The elf was now looking almost pleadingly at her. She took a deep breath.

“Right… I’m sorry, but I am now going to ask you to swear a Binding Oath. I want to trust you, and if you’re lying then you must be a very convincing actress… but I can’t just take this at face value. I’m really sorry.”

Thalia nodded, and Katie took out her pendant. She drew a complex pattern with it in the same green light - was it her imagination, or did Thalia seem to follow it with an unusual intensity? - then released it, sending it floating over to the elf’s chest, where it settled over her heart. She gestured for her to speak, and she did so, words lightly echoing as the Oath allowed them to pass her lips.
“I, Thalia Moonstone Elderflower, swear that what I have just told you is true. I have no ulterior motive for asking you to do this, and am not seeking retaliation for you besting me last week. Is that good enough?” she added.

Katie gulped. It was all real. She nodded, her mind whirling with the implications. The most beautiful girl in the entire school… was asking her to engage in her fetish together. She lifted the spell, web disappearing from Thalia’s chest.

“It doesn’t feel real, but yes, I believe you. Um… honestly, it’s my fetish as well.”

Thalia looked at her in disbelief. “Well, I, uh… guess that explains why you’re so good at enchantment? Honestly, I was expecting this to go nowhere, it was more a getting it off my chest thing. And, um, no need to apologise about the cat thing - personally, I enjoy the species comparison anyway, and elves tend to play up their distaste for it.”

The same sense of calm settled over Katie again. Okay. They were really doing this.

“So, how do you want to proceed?” she asked. We could-”

She was cut off by the dinner bell ringing. They both stood up, Thalia sighing in disappointment. “I guess we’ll have to postpone a bit? I’ll meet with you after dinner?”

Katie smiled at her. “How about I make sure you keep that promise?”

“Oh! Yes, please.”

Katie cast Hypnos again, and watched as Thalia’s eyes glazed over, the elf willingly succumbing to her control.

“Now then, my first orders for you as your new mistress. You’re going to head to dinner and act perfectly normal - like you still have your mind intact. Then, afterwards, you will head to my room - it’s number 208 - and wait outside my door until I admit you. Is that understood?”

The question was unnecessary - she knew the spell had worked - but the dazed “Yes, Mistress” she received was entirely worth it.

“Good girl. Off you pop, then.” And she watched Thalia drift away, switching to acting as though nothing was up the second she came into someone else’s sightline.

***

Throughout dinner, Katie kept sneaking looks at her new thrall. Thalia, playing her part perfectly, didn’t give any sort of indication that she was enchanted, which was almost a pity - in hindsight, Katie would have loved to get signals from her of some sort. Unfortunately, Hypnos didn’t allow for commands to be issued telepathically - her only major gripe with the spell since she’d started studying, and one which had only been confirmed by practical experience. Beyond commanding complete obedience, as all true enchantment spells did, Hypnos essentially functioned like mundane hypnosis. Many who were focused on the combat side of enchantment shunned it beyond use as a training tool for this reason - while it cost very little power to cast or maintain, the fact that it both preserved the target’s mind to a degree and allowed for leeway in interpretation of commands, alongside the need for commands to be issued face-to-face, meant most found it granted too much freedom for their needs. For recreation, on the other hand, it was perfect: those same traits allowed nuances to go unsaid, and for the subject’s personality to shine through. Or, in this case, be projected over a blank inner state.

They made their ways separately to the dorms, Katie arriving slightly ahead of Thalia. There was a knock on the door and she opened it to reveal the elf, now staring blankly ahead again. “Come in, dear,” she ordered, and Thalia obeyed. For once, Katie was thankful for her lack of roommates.

She raised her pendant once more. “Now then, Thalia, while I do enjoy the fact that I have complete control over you, I do want you to be safe. So, my first proper command to you is that, if I give an order you would object to were you not under my control, you will inform me of that fact, and wait to perform it until we work out the problem. Understood?”
“I… I don’t want you to give me that order, Mistress. I trust you.” She said it all in a monotone, a faint smile playing across her lips. Katie’s heart practically burst out of her chest: the elf was giving her complete power?

“Very well. Consider that order rescinded: when you are under my control, you will not be able to object to any command I give you in the slightest. Only when you’re in my power, however: we’ll be having a chat about boundaries once we’re done. Now kiss me.”

She barely had time to place the pendant back around her neck before the elf was on her, wrapping her in an embrace and pressing her lips to Katie’s. She broke away with a giddy grin.

“Seriously, you’re perfect. How has no-one snatched you up already?”

“After our conversation, Mistress, I think I might be intimidating them? I might need to work on that.” Still no indication of any feeling, or any disturbance from the kiss, even.

“That was meant as a rhetorical question. From now on, unless I explicitly order you to speak, you will not.”

Thalia nodded.

“Good girl. Do you like being called that?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Very good. Let’s make sure of it: any time I call you that, you will feel a little burst of pleasure. Nothing drastic, just like someone has kissed you, or maybe brushed against you. Good girl.”

Thalia shuddered slightly.

“So, you said you didn’t mind being a cat. Given that was the only thing I had you do, I believe that may be an understatement. Is that correct?”

“Yes, Mistress. I loved being a cat for you.”

“Good girl. In that case, why don’t we return to that? Just look into the pretty pendant… find your personhood drifting away for the time… just turning back into your Mistress’ docile kitty.” She realised she was rubbing her thighs together as the elf sank to all fours once more.

Kitty purred, leaning into her Mistress’ embrace. She loved getting pets, Mistress’ hands stroking her from the top of her head to the tip of her tail, and even giving scritches under the chin. Mistress was cooing to her, words she half-understood, telling her she made such a good kitty, and she purred louder in response. She rolled over, exposing her belly for rubs, and Mistress obliged for a while. Then she backed off. This wouldn’t do.

“Mrow!” she demanded.

“Oh, I’ll keep going soon, darling. But you’re being such a silly kitty now. Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Meow?” Was she?

“Yes you are!” Mistress laughed. “You’re wearing people clothes right now, aren’t you? And you’re a kitty, not a people!”

Kitty looked over her body in shock. Goodness, she was wearing clothes. How had that happened. She began to squirm, trying to get them off, before looking up at Mistress pleadingly.

“Mew? Mew!”

Mistress laughed again. “Of course I’ll help you, darling.” Between their combined efforts, Kitty squirmed free of the clothing. She stretched out luxuriantly, then looked up at Mistress again. She still wasn’t getting pets!

“Soon, darling. But you need your collar on first!”

She suffered it to be placed around her neck, Mistress cooing “Good girl” as it snapped into place. And then, Mistress produced her favourite toy - the green bauble. Kitty’s eyes locked onto it, and she started to swipe at it as Mistress resumed petting her tummy.

Katie smiled down at her pet, admiring Thalia’s nude form. She didn’t actually have a collar - she’d never considered pet play until today - but the spell made up for it in Thalia’s mind, alongside the elf’s lack of tail. She ran her hand up and down her tummy, bringing it closer to her breasts and crotch each time. Elves didn’t grow any body hair, so she was completely exposed to her, and, as Katie continued to praise her - alternating between “good kitty!” and “good girl!” - and Thalia continued to sink into the influence of the magic pouring out of the pendant she was now batting at, it was clear that the elf was becoming increasingly aroused, mirroring her mistress. She would get her satisfaction soon, but Katie had one more idea first. She stepped away to undress herself, leaving the pendant hovering in the air with a simple spell.

Kitty became aware of Mistress’ voice returning. She struggled to tune into it, having allowed herself to be lost in the bauble. What was she saying? Dinner? The bauble suddenly seemed uninteresting, as Kitty righted herself and padded over to the sleeping place, where Mistress was now sitting. She’d gotten out of her own people clothes for some reason. Kitty looked around, but couldn’t see the bowl.

“Silly kitty! Can you really not find your dinner?” asked Mistress. Kitty whirled around, looking extra hard, but still couldn’t work it out. She mewed pitifully, then noticed that Mistress had the bauble back, eyes locking onto it. How had she… it didn’t matter.

“Honestly, darling! The cream dish is right in front of you, and you still need it pointed out!”

In front of her? Then she realised. Mistress had hidden it in that bush for some reason! She padded forward, sat on her haunches, and began to lap it up.

Katie was being eaten out by Thalia, and the elf didn’t even know it.

She almost had to pinch herself. Seeing her crawl over to her, bared breasts swaying and no sign of there being anything other than a cat behind her eyes, had been so hot already, and now… it still felt unreal.

The elf was good too, even when convinced she was a cat licking at a cream dish. Which, well, she sort of was. The spell was probably putting in work, letting her tongue know what Katie truly wanted, and she clearly wasn’t Thalia’s first.

She tried to remember to praise Thalia, driving up the elf-cat’s own libido, but soon she was muffling her cries of pleasure as she came, giving Thalia a light coating of juices on her face. She sat back as Katie recovered, licking her face clean.

Mistress had resumed petting Kitty after dinner. She felt good. Actually, she felt more than good, although she couldn’t quite place why.

“You wanna stretch?”, Mistress asked. Kitty realised she did, and reached her front paws out, lifting her tail into the air. Mistress moved around to scritch near her tail as she did so, examining her hind-quarters.

“My, my, kitty. You wanna know something? I think you might be in heat.”

Was she? Now that Mistress mentioned it… was that why she was feeling so good? The more she considered it, the realer it seemed, her core suddenly filling with heat. Yes. She wanted- no, she needed to breed. She mewled needily, trying to seek some relief. There weren’t any toms nearby. What should she do? She was only getting more desperate.

Then she realised that she’d been rubbing against something. She turned around to check and realised that it was Mistress’ leg. And Mistress was… smiling at her? Could she want- no, it was impossible. Mistress was a person, she wouldn’t want to mate with her kitty. She mewled again in distress.

Katie sensed Thalia’s confusion. While she had allowed herself complete control, she’d still been monitoring the elf’s emotions, just in case she really needed to step in. She reached further, trying to grasp Thalia’s thoughts.

“What’s wrong, pet?” she murmured, moving to stroke Thalia’s hair. A wave of emotions flooded over her, and at its core a hazy thought. Ah. Thalia was perfectly keen - as was evidenced by her body - but her kitty-brain was convinced that Katie wouldn’t be. She held up the pendant.

“It’s okay, darling. You remember we’re the same sort of creature, right? You’re a kitty-pet; I’m a kitty-people. And I care for you. I want to help you. Will you let me?”

Mistress wanted her? She must be telling the truth - why would Mistress ever lie? It was coming back to her now. Yes, of course it was fine to let Mistress pleasure her, to mate with her - of course they were both kitties. How had she forgotten? She let out a purr of relief as she leaned back into her Mistress, rubbing her opening against her legs once more.

And then Mistress was placing her hand-paws against her hindquarters, and then into her. Kitty responded enthusiastically, allowing Mistress to give her the relief she craved. Mistress’ other hand was against her teats now, and it felt so good, as she started receiving praise again. She was in the throes of heat now, and then Mistress was rolling her onto her back, hand-paws moving more intensely across and within her as she squirmed in delight, pressing her lips to Kitty’s face in a - lick? No, it was called a “kiss” - and then Kitty felt a surge of pleasure and yowled her delight as it coursed through her, before collapsing fully to the ground, energy spent, Mistress still whispering to her about how well she’d done.

Katie allowed Thalia some time of her own, before retrieving the pendant from the bed, having summoned it to her hand earlier. She dangled it over the elf’s face, allowing the spell to move naturally, turning her expression from that of a cat into placid blankness.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me, Thalia. I’m going to keep you enchanted for the time, but I want your mind to return to normal for now. Body remaining completely limp and relaxed, mind waking up, allowing you to talk and look around. Take your time.”

She watched as awareness slowly returned. Eventually, Thalia met her eyes and whispered, “Hello, Mistress.”

“How are you doing? Have you been having fun?”

“I’m feeling amazing, Mistress. I could almost have remained your obedient, horny kitty-pet forever.”

Katie smiled. “You up for one more thing? Physically, that is - mentally, you don’t get a say, by your own design.”

“I trust you. If we’re going to keep this relationship going, you have blanket consent. I’ll tell you if I want to stop anything after we’re done. And yes, I am ready for more right now.”

“I’ll want to hear that from you again when your mind isn’t technically under my control… but thank you. Now,” and she brought the pendant up once more, “just go blank for me. Just a completely limp ragdoll, to be used however I desire, no thoughts at all.” Thalia sighed in contentment as her mind was washed away by the spell.

Katie picked the elf up, and placed her on the bed. She allowed herself to just play with her doll for a while, moving her around and watching her drop bonelessly when released, exploring her body, or just staring in wonder at this miracle. She eventually started grinding against her, still seeing no reaction whatsoever, but bringing Thalia slowly to climax alongside herself.

As she lay beside her doll, she rolled over and whispered in her ear, idly rolling a nipple between her fingers. “Let me tell you a secret. Having you under my control… it’s always been something of a fantasy for me, ever since you arrived at Spellbrook. I didn’t ever think it would really happen, but I’ve thought about it, on and off. I never lied - I’ve also always been terrified of you, it’s why I thought it was a fantasy - but now it’s real, I have so many ideas about what we’ll do together. I know you don’t want any choice about what I do to your head… but I will give you this one, while you’re just lying here. When you wake up, you’ll remember everything… but if you like, you’ll forget this one secret. Maybe your mistress should be allowed to keep things from you, hm?”

She allowed herself and Thalia to bask there in that moment until it started nearing curfew. Then, reluctantly, she woke the elf up and sent her on her way with a kiss, and a promise to explore more soon. The two of them were going to have fun together. She knew it.