Sunday came and went. Freya didn’t do much. There wasn’t much to be done. A roam of the campus would normally have been enjoyable, but for Freya it was a sore reminder that this may be her last chance to enjoy it as herself. Bea had texted her asking her to be at the lecture fifteen minutes early again. Freya had agreed without a second thought. Part of her hoped it would be like it was now, but considering no discussion had ever taken place Freya suspected what she wanted didn’t particularly matter in this scheme. The impending moment was arriving. 

Monday morning. Freya woke up early. She didn’t want to, but Bea was expecting her. Knots inhabited her stomach that shivers of fear only seemed to tighten. All through her morning routine the back of her mind was on Bea and arriving to the lecture on time. Freya left her dorm with ample time to get to the hall. A slow walk with dragging feet did little to disparage thoughts of punctuality. An incessant need to check the time festered in her mind. She wouldn’t be late again. Not like last week. Freya hated that she cared. Freya hated she was in this position. She could have sat anywhere two weeks ago. Done anything else. Now here she was, scared to even attend class but going anyway. She couldn’t resist. The words stung. The truth stung. Her eyes stung. Freya wanted to enjoy the architecture, the bird song, anything that she went by, but her mind was too restless with despondence. The science building came into view. Freya passed the threshold. The red doors of the lecture hall were in front. She was on time. Shaking hands prodded uncertainly at the bar handle. It clicked. The door opened; Freya entered. Before a though even materialised Freya locked eyes with Bea. There would be no delay. Not today. Shakily she walked up to her.

“Good morning Doll,” Bea called across the room. The gentle wilt of her words instantly disarming any semblance of resistance. “Doll. Was that to be my fate?” Freya thought. It was the first time the word had been used. 

Freya felt like doomed prey. Long since trapped now waiting for the knife or whatever implement was to be used. The seat next to Bea was hers. Freya tried to take shallow breaths as she approached, but her perfume was too alluring. Each breath was deeper than the last. A desperate act to truly accept the perfume and enjoy the fragrance. “You’re doing something to me. I-“ the sentence stopped before it even began. Bea had begun stroking her arm. A sign to stop thinking and listen. Obey. 

One sentence filtered through her mind to the depths where perhaps some measly amount of resistance remained. "You have always wanted this." Deep down Freya wanted to fight it, but she murmured "I have always wanted this." Whispered in confidence to her Goddess. Yea, her Goddess that she had always wanted. It was true.

“Obey Goddess. A good Doll obeys.” That was Freya’s first thought as Goddess stopped stroking her arm. She was a little disappointed. She loved Goddess’ control. Craved it. But the lecture was starting and Doll had to take notes for Goddess. As any good Doll should. Thankfully Doll would be able to continue training with Goddess after class. They would have a few hours together. Doll couldn’t wait. Even though she was taking meticulous notes, Freya’s mind was focused on being as best a Doll as she could. It was the only thought she had. The only one that mattered. Her pussy was leaking at the thought. “Good. A good Doll is always ready.”

The lecture felt like it dragged on and on, but eventually it ended. Freya put her pen down and instantly looked to Goddess for guidance. She quickly packed up upon being instructed and followed behind Goddess, their arms looped together.

“We shall go back to mine to continue your training,” Beatrice whispered. 

Freya nearly squealed with excitement. The words made her pussy ache with more need than she imagined possible. A quick look at her seat revealed a wet patch. Doll blushed. Doll was happy to be ready for Goddess. The walk to Goddess’ was painfully slow. They were walking at normal pace, arm in arm, Doll leaning in to Goddess to totally enjoy her divine presence, but Doll wanted to run home. Doll needed to be trained. Doll had hoped Goddess might train her on the way home, but it seemed that wasn’t going to happen, so doll waited patiently until Goddess graced her with divine wisdom on how best to serve her.

Beatrice had her own accommodation a short walk from campus. It was a small one bedroom apartment. A white rug sat snugly between a white couch and television. A small kitchenette sat in the corner with nothing more than a sink, fridge, bench space, and a couple of cupboards. A potted plant sat outside the door to Beatrice’s bedroom, as green and lively as if it had been in the jungle. Freya clung to her Goddess’ arm as she took in the room. Slowly she was led in. Each step a wrap of comfort covered her mind. She was where she belonged. By the time they reached the carpet, Freya was nuzzling her Goddess’ arm and enjoying each breath of her scent like she had been this way since she was born.

“Kneel on the rug and await my return Doll,” Beatrice said. Her tone demanded respect. It demanded reverence. It demanded obedience. All things Freya was willing to provide in spades.

“Yes Goddess.” Freya instinctually fell to her knees on the plush rug a big smile on her face. It was a little sad when her Goddess closed the bedroom door behind her, but Doll had been told to wait. Doll would obey. Slowly the enrapturing aroma of Beatrice’s perfume began to dissipate in the air. Freya wanted to stand and find her. To worship her, to be near her. She had been instructed to wait. Doll would obey. Each minute felt like a million moments that felt like all eternities passing at once. Doll wouldn’t move. Doll would obey. Freya could feel arousal swirling in her mind and her body. Her pussy ached and yearned, she could feel it dripping and pooling into her underwear. The wetter she felt, the more focused on obeying she became; and the more focused on obeying, the wetter she got. Doll would obey.

After only 10 minutes, (but what felt like forever) Freya heard the door open. 

“No peeking Doll.” 

Goddess. “Yes Goddess!” Automatic. Excited. Needing to obey. 

Feather footsteps trailed up behind her. Freya yearned to turn around. Doll would obey. A finger brushed across her neck and down her shoulder. Freya shivered while craning her neck to be more open to touch. A small spritz, a puff of liquid across her exposed neck. Freya nearly fell as rushes of pleasure captured her body. The aroma of Goddess perfume made her wobble with pure admiration. The scent invaded her nostrils and she let it.

“Good Doll.”

The whispered words did nothing to relieve the pleasure. Freya moaned loudly. She was a good doll.

“Repeat for me Doll. ‘A submissive doll is obedient.”

The luring words were impossible to resist. The happy chuckle beneath them did nothing but fuel Freya’s desires to obey. “A submissive doll is obedient,” she said. Her mouth was dry from nerves and excitement. An attempt to mirror the inflections of Goddess was contemplated, but Freya knew she couldn’t imitate such perfection.

“An obedient doll is honest,” the sing song barely waited a moment from when the first sentence was finished.

“An obedient doll is honest.” It was true. Doll would never ever dream of lying to Goddess. She was obedient. She was honest. What Doll said to Goddess was true.

“An honest doll is submissive.”

“An honest doll is submissive.” Whenever Doll talked to Goddess with honesty, she was being submissive. She was being obedient. All things that Doll was. That Doll is.

“Very good Doll. Now repeat those lines for me. Over and over until I tell you to stop.”

Freya eagerly did as she was told. Each repetition flowed on from the last, each word rolling off the tongue like a marble along a track. Slowly it all melded into one, and slowly into nothing (but no mistakes were made). Freya could barely think about what she was saying, she just knew it was true. Only three words roamed her mind: submissive, obedient, honest. Freya was so lost in her repetition she didn’t notice Beatrice leave the room again, nor the couple hours that passed before her return. In fact, her mind was so empty and unresponsive to anything that she didn’t notice Beatrice walk around and sit in front of her on the couch. She hardly even noticed the words piercing the dark fog that enclosed her mind, but she obeyed. A good doll is obedient.

Freya crawled forwards feeling a a dampness rub between her legs. It was of no concern though, she had her demands. Doll was submissive.

Her Goddess sat before her, legs already spread. Freya peeled the panties down. Her mind was in no state to enjoy the details, nor the set up, nor anything. Her mind had one word deep in the recesses “Obey.” It was all she needed. All she wanted. Like an animal unleashed, she doves into the depths of her Goddess’ parts. Licking and lapping ferociously. Each taste of heavenly nectar fuelling her, egging her on, but it was of nil importance. All that mattered was her Goddess’ enjoyment. An enjoyment being had. Moans of bliss filled the room. A hand stroked Freya’s hair, holding her against her Goddess’ thighs. Freya lapped and lapped and lapped. Responding to each moan with a ferocity she didn’t know she was capable of. The quiver of her Goddess’ legs was like an earthquake spurning her on. Freya knew she was close. Goddess’ pleasure was all that mattered. Freya leveraged her arms on the couch as she pushed her tongue as deep into her Goddess as she could. The responsive moans suggested she was doing the right thing. Hungry, she sucked feeling the quiver of the lips. It was time. A glorious moan filled the room as her Goddess began to shake and convulse. Liquid ran into her throat that Freya swallowed greedily. She licked and lapped relishing in every moment until she felt her Goddess stroke her hair and whisper breathlessly.

“Good job Doll. Get cleaned up. We have class to get to.”

“Yes Goddess.” Freya stood up immediately. Her chest was drenched, not mention her stained pants. A quick look at the clock showed there wasn’t enough time to get home for new clothes before class. 

“Goddess, I don’t have a change of clothes.” Freya bowed her head feeling ashamed.

Beatrice smirked. “No worries. I guess I will just have to dress my Doll up for class today. Follow me.”

Freya perked up at the opportunity to be dressed by her Goddess. Doll was going to love this life. She’d known it all along.