Freya looked around at what was to be her new kingdom. She had needed to transfer to Lightward Private School after her dominion there over her fellow students - and some of the staff - had been caught and parents had objected. She had covered her tracks well enough that there had not been enough evidence for anything definite to land, but to avoid the hassle of being hounded by everyone and at the insistence of her parents, she had agreed to be expelled on the condition that word of what happened did not escape. This had been agreed to, and so now, here she was, starting afresh.

While there was admittedly a certain excitement to the prospect of a new challenge, she could not help but feel resentment towards those who had forced her out. It was not their fault, not really: few recognised her natural superiority, and she had not been able to enlighten them yet - too many other, more interesting projects to work on. Like that cute little half-elf, Bianca…

She shook her head and cleared her thoughts, moving strands of purple hair - a mark of distant air spirit ancestry - out of her eyes. What was done, was done, and now she had to move on. Her first task was to assess the current social dynamics here.

Her first day went pretty much as expected - finding her chambers (fortunately, Lightward had luxurious, single-person rooms for those who could afford them), receiving her schedule, and being introduced to her fellow twelfth-years. She did not have to look too hard to work out who was on top of the pecking order, at least in the circles she liked to move in. While she would eventually move out to work on the other cliques, for now her focus was solely on the social elite, and the current - false - queen of this scene soon presented herself.

During arcanozoology class, the teacher called for volunteers to handle the salamanders. When no-one immediately presented themself - the creatures were fascinating, but their flames would ruin your outfit if you were incautious - she instead began to volunteer them herself. The first students called up looked somewhat nervous, and Freya heard subtle titters coming from behind her.

“Miss Ellemere? Perhaps if you find this so amusing, you should also join them.” The comment was clearly addressed at the source of the laughter, and Freya turned around to see a busty blonde, now rolling her eyes at the teacher’s comment.

“Me? Oh, I couldn’t possibly, I’ve come down with an awful bout of dry skin, and I absolutely need to avoid that sort of heat. Why don’t you ask the new girl?” Next to her, a darker-skinned girl - Indian, if she had to guess - nodded along, murmuring in sympathy at the appropriate points. Freya had already had an inkling that these two - Maria and Haley, she remembered - were people to watch out for, but Maria’s tone just now confirmed it. Honestly, how did anyone allow these two to get such social standing when they clearly were unsuited to it? She briefly considered outright debating her, but decided against stooping to that level. She made sure to look Maria directly in the eye as she replied.

“Well, if Ms. Brooke is fine with it, then I shall happily take your place, but it has been such a busy day for me! I am afraid I might not be in the best state to handle them.”

She’d hit the nail on the head with that response: polite enough that Maria could not directly object, but just barbed enough that she knew Freya was on to her. She turned back around to face the teacher, feeling the blonde’s gaze on the back of her neck.

“Well, I am pleased to see such concern, Miss…”

“Nymphborn, Ms.”

“Ah yes, my apologies. As I was saying, I appreciate the concern, and won’t require you to do such work today. Miss Ellemere, I wish for your presence specifically; you knew we were doing salamanders today and have no doctor’s note. Up you come.”

Well, Freya hadn’t expected to start her conversion efforts so soon, but Maria had forced the issue. A reckoning was clearly soon to happen.

Sure enough, as she was mingling with some of the other students in the common room after dinner, she felt a tap on her shoulder, accompanied by someone lightly clearing her throat. She turned to see Maria and Haley, the former standing confidently and giving her a smile that looked less friendly than any scowl could be, the latter hanging back, fidgeting slightly. She greeted them with a warm smile - while they might be annoying, it was a case of misguidedness. It could be corrected.

“Hello, you two. How can I help you?”

“You and I need to have a serious chat. Don’t we, Haley?”

The meeker girl nodded. Freya just continued to smile at them.

“Well, if it is serious, we should perhaps retire to my quarters. Don’t want anyone overhearing us, do we now?”

“Don’t go flaunting- you know what? Fine. I’ll enjoy your hospitality.” Maria practically spat the last word, and the three of them turned down the corridor and entered Freya’s room.

She had yet to fully unpack, so the sitting room was fairly barebones. Still, the school had provided a few armchairs, arranged next to the fireplace. Freya took one and gestured for her guests to do the same. Haley willingly did so, but Maria remained standing as she began to speak.

“Right. I don’t know what you think you’re playing at, new girl-”

“Please, call me Freya.” This earned her another glower. What a delightful person to be in charge.

“As I was saying, I don’t know what you think is going on, but let’s get things straight. I don’t care who your parents are, or how much money you have, or how well-respected you were at your old school - none of those matter. Here, I rule the roost, and you will listen to me.”

Haley shrank further into her chair. “Maria, that’s not what we agreed you’d say…”

“Be quiet, Haley, and let the grown-ups talk. What you did in class - forcing me to stand up there and touch those disgusting creatures - I will not tolerate. If you do not listen, there will be consequences. Understand?”

Freya had been listening to this tirade with a raised eyebrow, and chuckled as Maria came to a close. “Honestly, darling, you have no idea what is going on, do you?”

“Did you not hear me? I will ruin you!” Sparks of power began to crackle around the blonde’s fists. Freya merely waved a hand in dismissal, and the spell faded.

“You’re in my chambers, darling - I have the power here. Now, you have presented me with your argument, so let me show you mine. To put it simply, as I currently see it, you - and everyone in this school - is my inferior, and I will have control over it by the year’s end. As you are directly challenging me, I will give you a chance to prove your dominance over me by resisting my magic. If you succeed, I will willingly submit to you, no questions. If I win, you will be mine, doing as I command. Or, you could see reason and submit now. It would certainly be more pleasant for you.”

The conviction in her voice, which barely changed inflection, was enough to give Maria pause. It certainly attracted Haley’s attention. “Maria,” she whispered, “I think she’s serious. There’s something about her-”

“You too?”, snapped Maria. “Unbelievable. I will not be talked down to any more. You? My superior? Don’t be ridiculous.” She started advancing on Freya, who stood up in preparation.

“What gives you the nerve- the right- to come waltzing in here, and try to make me bow to you on your very first day? I’m sick of everyone in this damn school conspiring against me, and I will not tolerate it any longer! You want your duel? You can HAVE-”

Her last words, now built to a shout, were cut off by Freya lunging for her. Pinning Maria’s hands to the wall so she could not try to cast another spell, she leaned in, and kissed her, magic streaming from her lips to the blonde’s. Maria squirmed for a second, caught off-guard by the sudden change in dynamic, desperately trying to get away and fight back - and then Freya’s power slammed through her defences. She went limp in her embrace, then slumped to the floor as Freya let go. She knelt before the tall girl, gazing up at her in awe, drool starting to trickle from the corners of her slack mouth, eyes glazed over.

“Yes… submission suits you much better, I think. You enjoy being dominated like this, do you not?” Maria could only nod mutely in response.

“You were asking why I am superior? This is your answer. I have the power of control, have mastered it as few others have. And I wield it, not just for my own good, but for my servants’ benefit as well.” Freya crouched down, cupping Thalia’s chin, and reaching out to her telepathically.

“Now, you have already seen the light… but I want to make sure this lesson sticks. Repeat after me, in your mind. You are Mistress Freya’s inferior.”

I… I am Mistress Freya’s in- inferior.

“Mistress Freya is your superior.”

Mis…tress Freya is my superior.

“Inferiors must obey their superiors absolutely.”

Inferiors must obey our superiors absolutely.

“Therefore, you must obey Mistress Freya.”

Therefore, I must obey Mistress Freya.

Any trace of reluctance was already gone, but Freya continued.

“And you’re just going to repeat those, over and over, until you need to rest or I order you to stop.”

She heard the entranced girl begin looping the mantra through her mind. Satisfied, she stood up and turned around to face Haley, who had not moved from her chair this whole time.

Haley was looking at Freya, slack-jawed with shock. Freya gave her a smile and returned to her chair. “I apologise for the brutality there, my dear. Now, I believe you thought this conversation would go differently?”

“Um- yes. I… sorry, I have another question right now. Do you mind if we return to that later?”

“Not at all. What did you want to discuss?”
“Well… how the hell did you do that? Not- I know you enchanted her, but, with a kiss? I thought she was straight! And a domme!”

“Well, I would guess that she was both until 30 seconds ago. Now, I’d say she is, at least, bisexual and a switch, if not fully a hopelessly submissive lesbian.” Freya said it all completely casually.

“Wha- how? Pardon my ignorance, but don’t you need to present something attractive to anyone to even enchant them, let alone convert them like that? Wait- I- I don’t mean you aren’t attractive, but…”

“Well, yes, that os the general rule. But in a pinch, raw power will suffice. Combined with the shock of the kiss, I was able to easily overwhelm her. I would have preferred a different method, but it was clear that she would have been intractable otherwise.”

“Apologies, but I still can’t fully believe that you’ve managed it.”

“Well, that is easily proven. Maria? Lift up your skirt for us.”

Maria instantly did so, revealing to both women a distinct damp spot already spreading across her panties.

“Okay- right- that’s enough proof for me now thank you!” Haley stammered.

“You can drop them now, darling. Continue with your mantra.”

I am Mistress Freya’s inferior. Mistress Freya is my superior…

Haley took a moment to re-gather her thoughts.

“So,” prompted Freya, “was there anything else? Or can we return to what you were planning for?”

“Right - yes, we can. I thought that we were going to offer… if not our help, then at least an alliance - working together. Unlike some people, I’m perfectly happy to work under you. When I saw you… I realised there was something different there. Um… don’t get mad, but I’m not entirely sold on the “innate superiority” thing… but there’s something there. And now that you’ve, I assume, converted Maria to your cause, I won’t fight you. I’ll submit willingly.”

Freya smiled. “Delightful. I am not angry about your lack of belief - I do not need it; I just need cooperation and obedience. Belief will come later So, how should we proceed?”
“Aren’t you just going to kiss me? I’d, uh, be more enthusiastic than she was, that’s for sure.” Haley blushed.

“I could, but I do not believe that would be the best way to gain full control over you. Thing is, while that was certainly effective, it also broke her mind a little.”

She said it so casually, and Haley had to suppress a shiver - whether of arousal, fear, or both, she wasn’t quite sure.

“What do you mean, “broke her mind”? Will she be alright?”

“Oh, yes, it is nothing that cannot be fixed. But she will be completely out of it until tomorrow, I imagine, and not quite herself for the better part of a week. I regret the crudeness of the attack, but I saw that stooping to her level in that way was the only method by which I would ever get her on-side. The shock of being bested so thoroughly should, I believe, keep her obedient even when not directly enchanted, at least for long enough that I can earn her loyalty through love rather than fear.”

“Oh. I see.”

“But as for you, darling… you have already professed your loyalty, and willingness to serve my cause of domination. So I should be able to use a subtler touch for you - it should be far more enjoyable. I was planning on using this, if it would be acceptable.”

She produced from her pocket a coin on a string, and gave it an experimental spin. Haley watched it as it twirled, catching the light, and nodded.

“Very well. How about we move to the bedroom?”

Haley had been expecting this - that Freya’s domination would extend beyond the mental to the sexual - and although she was eager, she still had to suppress a gulp as she nodded in agreement. The two of them stood up, Freya gesturing for the enthralled Maria to follow.

In the plushly-appointed bedroom, Freya ordered her servant to kneel once again, this time at the foot of the bed. Returning her attention to Haley, she positioned her in front of the full-length mirror. She winced slightly.

“What is wrong, my dear?”, Freya asked.

“Sorry? Oh… nothing, really. I just… I don’t particularly like looking at myself in the bedroom. I don’t look that great.”

Freya gasped. “Nonsense, my dear! You look stunning right now, and I doubt that a lack of clothing will change anything. I will move you if you really want, but if you trust me, I believe I can get you to see that too.”

Haley took a breath, then nodded.

“Lovely. Now, then… how should I mould you? There are many forms I could give your mind once it is in my service. Maybe you should become obsessed with me, fixating entirely on serving me. Or a pet, for me to play with and order about. How about a mindless void, with no thoughts whatsoever - just carrying out orders when they arrive? Or a doll - an object to be displayed and used, thinking about how pretty it is?”

There was magic woven into her words already, giving Haley a taste of what each possibility would be like. She gasped at each, but as Freya laid out what doll-hood would be like, she shuddered, knees turning weak as the vision was laid out for her. Being Mistress Freya’s treasured dolly… looked at and admired… used with no regard for its feelings, for it would have none… gods, that was hot.

In the mirror, Freya smirked at her - the first proper sign of emotion she had displayed - as she had to lean against the taller girl. “You like that last one, dear? Then let us proceed with that. The mirror shall be most ideal.”

She brought the coin pendant to dangle in front of Haley’s eyes, and moved the other hand around in front of her to clasp her chin, forcing her eyeline to meet directly with the focus.

“Now, I know I said I would be gentler, and I shall… but it is not a proper enchantment without some form of dominance, I find. Now, darling, just watch the coin… not that I’m giving you a choice… and let my power flow through you. Let it reshape who you are, reshape you into submission, into my perfect, beautiful dolly.”

The coin twirled and swung, shimmered and sparkled, and a wave of golden light streamed from it, over Haley. She welcomed it in, and felt the tide sweep her away, away from independence, away from personhood, and into sweet submission.