When Octavia returned from the bathroom, refreshed and ready to continue, Fergus sprang up from his seat. It was unbelievable that she could extinguish all that enthusiasm with one magic word. She sighed, making men drop was her favourite thing, but Fergus probably wanted something more than that…

"Thank you for giving me a moment, lad." She smiled at him. "Now, remind me, where were we?"

He lowered his eyes and stuttered unintelligibly. 

She shamelessly stared at his naked torso, enjoying how flustered he was. "I have concluded that you're a good submissive, Fergus. What else shall we do?"

He took a deep breath and managed to calm himself. "At the risk of sounding like a bad submissive, Miss…" He looked up at her and wrung his hands together. "I just want to be used for yer pleasure."

"Come here, lad." She crossed her arms in an impatient pose.

He stood in front of her with his hands behind his back, giving her his full attention.

She grabbed his shoulder and dug her claws into his flesh. "Do you have any idea what brings me pleasure?" She asked in a low voice, their faces only inches apart.

He clenched his jaw, biting through the pain without making a sound. His eyes stared off into the distance as he tried to remember what they had talked about before, what he may have read on her website or heard from his friend about her. Then he composed himself and gave her a shrewd look. "Yer a sadist, Miss. Ye prolly want to hurt me. With yer beautiful claws…"

She raised her eyebrows at him. "That's an educated guess."

"Yes, Miss." He averted his eyes with a guilty look.

She gave him a little push as she let go of his shoulder and he stumbled away from her. Drawing herself up to her full height in her white blouse and purple suit, she crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at him. "You actually have no idea what you're getting yourself into."

"No, Miss." He conceded as he composed himself and stood in front of her with large pleading eyes. "But I trust you."

She grinned wickedly, taking a step closer to run the tips of her long fingernails over his throat. "What if I want to sink my teeth into your skin and leave bitemarks that last for days?"

He flinched and goosebumps formed on his skin, but he tried to remain still as he replied quietly: "I'd be honoured and elated, Miss."

Excitement made Octavia's heart go faster, his thick accent made the word 'elated' sound so much more special. Her fingers crawled to the back of his neck and into his hair to grasp his ponytail. She looked him in the eye. "What if I want to play with your head until you don't even know what awake feels like anymore?"

He swallowed and his voice dropped to a whisper. "I want nothing more than to be your helpless plaything, Miss."

She held his gaze as her fingers played with his hair and murmured: "Careful what you wish for, lad…"

A drop of sweat ran down his temple and he lowered his eyes. She made a fist, grasping his hair so he couldn't move his head and it made him gasp. She pulled on his hair, bringing his lips closer to hers as if for a kiss, and then held him there. He waited with his eyes closed, quiet and compliant.

After a few seconds, he whispered: "Whatever ye wish, Miss."

She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him with abandon, grinding her knee against his crotch. He trembled under her touch, especially so when she bit on his lower lip. His hands tentatively reached out to touch her upper arms, but only lightly even though she had her fist in his hair and the claws of her other hand in his shoulder. His touch was mostly to hold her up as she leaned into him and ravished him. 

She trailed kisses over his jaw to his ear. "Do you know what I find the most beautiful part of a human body?" She nibbled softly on his earlobe.

An awkward laugh escaped his throat. "Surely not me ears."

She raked her claws across his back and he writhed in her arms, stifling a moan. "I was planning on reciting an ode to the beautiful furrow of the spine, especially when it's contorted…" She whispered slowly, the tension in her voice hovering midway between seductive and threatening. "...but now I feel like I need to explain that if I don't get to disparage your looks, my dear lad, neither do you."

He escaped her arms and turned away, muttering: "They're perpendicular, that's not disparaging, that's a fact." He didn't seem to notice the vertical red marks her claws had left on his back.

Octavia closed her eyes for a moment, hesitating before she moved forward. Then she reached out to pinch his ear and pull on it. "Look at me, lad." She commanded.

His jaw was clenched against the pain as he made eye-contact, his head held at an awkward angle. His arms were down at his sides, his hands balled to fists, tense with the strain of controlling his feelings.

"Do your ears bother you?" She tugged on his ear and he grimaced. Holding his gaze, she continued to speak sternly. "I want you to really focus on that feeling. It's right here, isn't it? Everything you dislike about your ears is right here." And she tugged again. 

He inhaled sharply, clenching up further.

She transitioned into that fast and smooth tone again. "Look into my eyes. This is familiar, isn't it? Just like last time, I'm going to take it all away. You have no choice but to let go and drop!" She released her grip with a little downward push.

His eyes slammed shut and his head slumped forward, chin to his chest. His knees gave out and she was only just in time to catch him as he collapsed to the floor.

"There's a good lad." She murmured as she laid him down on her lap and gently rocked him. "Deeper and deeper down. No more thoughts, I've taken them all away. Nothing but this feeling of dropping down and me catching you, holding you close, keeping you safe here in the deep dark emptiness with me."

When she stroked his cheek, his mouth fell open and he let out a long sigh. As she rocked him in her arms, she could feel how limp and heavy he was. She idly played with his limp hand as she started to bring him back.

"Take a deep breath for me, lad. Feel your chest expand and fill up with strength. Notice how easy it is to move when you want to. Just as easy and natural as it is to obey me. Know that the things I've taken away from you will return eventually when you're done being submissive for me. I think you'll find that as you wake up more and more, there's this sense of happy pride that you're such a good submissive. You're such a good lad. Thank you, Fergus."

His fingers closed around hers and he brought her hand to his lips for a kiss. Then he sat up with his eyes downcast, too bashful to make eye-contact.

"How are you doing?" She cupped his jaw and he finally looked at her.

"Better than my wildest dreams, Miss." He said quickly. 

She smiled at him like a purring cat. "Your accent is so beautiful, Fergus."

Not knowing what to say, he shifted to a crouch and held out his hand to help her up. With a smile, she allowed it and went to sit on the edge of the bed.

"I know what I want to do now. Do you mind standing before me again?"

He stood up straight, his feet apart, his hands behind his back, his chin up.

"There's a good lad." She touched her own lips, thinking about how she wanted to word it. "This is something you do for me, because I enjoy it. I enjoy looking at you like this, I enjoy the sound of your voice and your accent. So you're just going to stand there and say what I tell you to say."

A quick nod. "Yes, Miss."

She stared at him with soft eyes, her voice turning dreamy and distant. "I don't need you to think about what you say. None of the things you say are true. That's not the point. This is all a performance for me. I give a command and you respond automatically, no need to think at all. Just your voice saying words for me."

"Understood, Miss." It was unclear if he was consciously making his voice sound clearer and his accent thicker, or if that happened involuntarily.

"Language is something you do so well and so instinctively, lad, when I give a command, you'll immediately say the correct response. No need to think at all." She tilted her head, observing him. "When I say 'you are my submissive' you say 'I am your submissive' and it's as simple and easy as that."

He stood there, motionless and seemingly looking at the wall behind her, focused on this task and still avoiding eye-contact.

Octavia took a deep breath in an attempt to just relax and enjoy, but she was too excited. She licked her lips, hesitating for a second, and then she said: "You are under my spell."

"I am under yer spell." His voice was smooth and clear, his accent rolling and thick. He didn't move but he did blush ever so slightly.

She shifted on the bed, seeing him like this gave her hot shudders. Her voice was low and raw with arousal as she said: "You obey my every command."

"I obey yer every command." He closed his eyes momentarily at the end of the sentence, and when he opened them, he looked her in the eye. A deep breath made his chest and shoulders heave.

She tried not to blink as she held his gaze. She swallowed and her voice became a little less raw, and a little more sultry. "You have no will and no resistance."

"I have no will and no resistance." There was a change in his eyes, a slump in his shoulders, a softening, yielding quality to the way he stood there now.

She blinked slowly at him, guiding him further with her gaze. "Your mind is empty."

"My mind is empty." He stood so still now. His look became vacant and his mouth didn't close all the way after he was done speaking.

She got up and approached him to touch his cheek. She tilted her head, looking into his eyes. "Say it again for me, lad."

"My mind is empty." His eyes were wide but he didn't seem to see her anymore. His head swayed every so slightly on his neck.

She stood next to him and touched his hands behind his back. The slightest touch and they unclasped, falling to his sides. She gasped and turned to look at his face again. "There's a good lad. Say it again."

"My mind is empty." He slurred his words now and his shoulders hunched as if his limp arms weighed on him.  He was unaware of the way she moved into his personal space.

She drew up close to him, embracing and groping him. She kissed the side of his neck, staring longingly at his vacant eyes. Her voice was a hot whisper now. "Can you feel it?"

"Meh mind is empteh..." His eyes rolled up until they were white. He swayed in her arms, shuddering under her touch.

She kissed him, but his lips were slack and he didn't respond anymore. "That's right, lad. Very good."