The sun was only just coming over the horizon when Sophia finally opened her eyes. She always awoke early to start her day of checking in on her neighbors. She pulled the heavy comforter tighter against her chest and sighed, sinking back into the mattress and pillows. Sophia felt the fabric of the blanket graze against her skin. When did I take my clothes off?

She sighed and dismissed the thought. It didn’t much matter when that happened, did it? She was safe in Sir’s home. He’d told her so, and she had no reason not to believe him about that. He seemed to be taking her affliction seriously now, and had even listened when she told him about her strange dreams! She nuzzled the pillow she was laying on and let out a contented sigh. Things might be finally looking up for her.

Still, she wasn’t going to be able to get any more sleep this morning. She felt completely rested and ready to take the day. She slipped out of the bed, quietly putting on a nightgown that Sir had brought over from her house. She took a glance at her arms and the rest of her body as she dressed, making sure that none of the markings had advanced. It seemed as if she was safe from anything new today.

She slid on a pair of slippers that were left next to her trunk and made her way to the kitchen. I should make Sir breakfast. Just in return for the kindness he’s shown me here. She hummed as she made some oatmeal and a fresh pot of tea, putting them on a platter with some bread. It felt so nice to be able to do this for him, knowing she didn’t have to worry about anything else going on. She was in good hands here.

“You’re up earlier than I expected you, Sophia.” Sir’s intoxicating voice reached her ears from down the hall, making her jump.

She bumped the table she had the food on, but managed to save anything from spilling onto each other. “G-good morning Sir! I was hoping that I could be done with all of this before you awoke, but it looks like you beat me to the punch,” Sophia smiled, not bothering to hide the adoration in her voice. It felt strange, being this enamored with the man. She could have sworn she wasn’t feeling this way even a week ago, but it felt so natural now. It’s just because he’s been so willing to help me. I know I can trust him.

“It’s truly a shame. Perhaps we can try again tomorrow, and I can await you in my room?” He flashed her a smile as he sat down at the table. “At any rate, I certainly appreciate what you’ve done here.” He stopped and ate a mouthful of the oatmeal, then sipped his tea.

“I appreciate that Sir, thank you!” She beamed, feeling her cheeks flush. He really is so kind to me. “Is there anything else I can do for you this morning?”

“Nothing more than what I’ve already hired you to do.” There was a curious smile on his face, as if he’d gotten away with something that Sophia didn’t know or understand. She felt butterflies in her stomach. “Are you feeling well, Sophia? I don’t want you to overtax yourself. I would understand if yesterday was still heavy on your mind.”

She looked at her hands and flexed her fingers, looking at the markings over her joints. They felt odd today, with a vague sense of stiffness. “Yes Sir, I’m doing just fine. I can work today, I’m sure of it.”

The look in Sir’s eyes made her squirm. Her heart thumped harder in her chest, and she had a tingling sensation of arousal in her stomach and breasts. He took a bite of the oatmeal. “If you’re sure. There are another few items laid out for you at the sewing table.” He gestured towards the kitchen entryway. “Why don’t you get changed before you get to work. As beautiful as you look right now, it isn’t exactly an outfit to sew in.”

She felt his eyes on her, scanning her up and down. She hadn’t thought about the nightgown when she’d slipped it on. She was suddenly extremely aware of how much of her was on display. The gown was slightly sheer, though it seemed to cover her most sensitive areas. Even still, there was a part of her that felt thrilled that he was paying attention to her like this. She felt his gaze up and down her legs. She enjoyed being on display for him.

Since when?

The thought bubbled up from the back of her mind. Gods, why did I pick this gown over the rest? Panic immediately began to grip her. She looked down at herself, crossing her arms over her chest. She was so exposed. “You’re right, I– I don’t know what I was thinking, really–”

“Relax, Sophia. Honestly. I appreciate what you’ve done for me.” The panic was instantly washed away. She let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. Was she really that obvious?

He stood and picked up the tray. “But… I should get to work on my studies. I think I can tell, but are there any changes with your condition?”

He was still smiling. Sophia blushed. “No, Sir. Same as yesterday.”

“Good. The wards are working. That said, we still don’t know why this is happening. Let me know immediately if anything changes. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir. Of course.”

“Perfect. Today, I’ll be in my study, but I must ask that you don’t disturb me unless there’s a change to your condition.” He smiled. “I’ll let you get to work.” He walked back down the hall.

She flexed her fingers again, looking down at her hands. They didn’t hurt, but something was happening to her. She fixed herself something to eat before returning to her room to change. She opened the trunk that Miles brought, searching through her clothes. Most of her wardrobe had made the trip in from Nebela, which she was thankful for.

She changed into a simple green dress that fell to her knees and tied her hair back, then made her way to the sewing room. True to his word, there was a pair of denim overalls Miles had left out for her. They were torn in a few different places, and the fastenings for the shoulder straps were in awful shape. Sophia put her hand on them, running her fingers along the leg. The denim was less rough than she expected. There was a checkered shirt next to it that also needed to be fixed.

Am I going to have another one of those dreams? She put a hand to her forehead and sighed. There was a part of her that didn't exactly mind the constant daydreaming, imagining being in all kinds of depraved situations that left her aching to be touched. That was new for her. Sophia was no prude, but she didn't tend to spend all of her time lost in fantasy, imagining people taking advantage of her. Maybe Jeanette had been right– she was bound to end up like this if she continued to ignore her own desires as she had been.

At the same time… she knew there was clearly something wrong with her. Sophia quietly gathered a few stray supplies from around the room. She tried hard to remember her last few dreams at home. No matter how long she tried, she couldn’t come up with a single detail about them. It was maddening, especially when the dreams at the sewing table were still so vivid. Something had been taken from her. She didn’t know exactly what it was, but its absence left a noticeable void.

Could she even count that as something wrong, though? People forgot their dreams all the time. Memories of them faded naturally. She sat down on the bench at the sewing table, almost afraid to reach for the overalls. Taking a deep breath, Sophia's fingers gripped the denim and pulled it towards her.

***

It wasn't a hot day, but Sophia could have used a breeze. The air was so still, despite the fact that she could have sworn she saw some of the trees at the end of the yard stirring. I must be seeing things, Sophia thought. Wouldn't be the first time. She wiped the sweat off of her forehead with a gloved hand. Today, Sir had asked her to help tend to the yard behind his cabin.

What he hadn't told her was that it seemingly hadn't been tended to in months, maybe even years. So here she was, pulling weeds and tossing away stray rocks so that the garden could be replanted. I don't even understand why he needs this. He clearly hasn't been growing his own plants for quite some time. She dismissed the thought. Bitterness towards Sir wasn't something she really enjoyed feeling, and he hadn't really done anything wrong. Leaving a garden intended for extended periods of time was something she herself was guilty of.

Plus, the clearing in the forest was fairly idyllic. It was just behind Sir's cabin, with a parting in the treeline giving way to a rectangular stretch of earth. It was really only just long enough for a small garden, but after not being used, the forest wanted to reclaim it all. Sophia yanked another weed out of the ground and tossed it towards the trees. She wished that the wind would take pity on her.

After a couple of hours, she was done with the weeding. Her arms and legs were tired from the work, but there was always a profound sense of satisfaction she felt after a task like this. She took off her gloves and put them in the pocket of her overalls, plopping down on the ground in the shade. She scanned the garden with a prideful smile. A job very well done!

Other than the huge flower that definitely wasn't there five minutes ago.

That was strange.

She stared at it from her seat and took a drink of water from the canteen she'd brought with her. It was beautiful, with soft blue petals that easily caught her attention. She could see at least four tiers of them layered over each other. Where did you come from?

She stood up and dusted her legs off, then strode toward the flower. It was close enough to the trees that Sophia wasn't sure how much sunlight it could actually be getting. She knew there were plants that preferred the shade, but she certainly didn't know of any that spontaneously grew like this. I suppose it is a mage's garden. Strange things are bound to happen in them.

A soft breeze finally carried through the trees as Sophia approached, getting down on a knee to inspect it. It was so strange seeing it up close: it didn't resemble any other flower that she was familiar with, a burst of blue she felt like she couldn't take her eyes off of. Do I even pick it? Surely leaving it where it is wouldn't hurt. She leaned in towards it and sniffed. It smelled… sweet? Sophia's eyelids fluttered in surprise. It was sweet, calming, and there was almost something otherworldly about it. Her eyes refocused. “What in the world are you?” she whispered.

The flower, of course, didn't reply. Sophia stared at it for another moment, then pulled a pair of clippers out of her pocket. She snipped the stem of the flower and held it up to her nose, taking another deep breath. Gods, it smelled so nice. She decided that Sir likely wouldn't mind if she kept a flower that she found in his garden. She moved to place the flower in her hair before realizing her other hand was wet. The stem was actively dripping some kind of clear liquid in a much larger quantity than it seemed like it should. Sophia brought her free hand to her nose. It had the same scent as the bloom. Without thinking, she put one of her fingers in her mouth.

The nectar was even sweeter than it smelled, and her tongue immediately began to tingle. She blinked. It was so good.

She wanted more.

She looked down at the flower in her hand. Her fingers and palms were all tingling now, the stem she cut still flowing with nectar. Sophia licked her lips, then froze. It’s… probably not a good idea to do this without knowing what this flower is.

Then again... Sophia looked back at the cabin. Then, she stuck her tongue out, brushing the end of the stem against it. Without another thought, she took the stem into her mouth and sucked. There was definitely something strange about the flower– there was no way it should be able to produce as much nectar as it had been, and it shouldn’t have been able to store so much in the stem.

But the longer she thought about it, the less she cared. Every bit of skin that touched the nectar was becoming more sensitive by the second. Her lips were tingling. The longer she sucked on the stem, the more aware she became of the shaft between her lips. It felt so good, so right. She brushed a finger across her lips and shivered. It maybe felt too good. But she couldn’t stop now. She needed more. She shrugged the shoulders of her overalls off, leaving the flower between her lips. She started fumbling with the buttons on her shirt. It was all too constricting. She wanted to feel the breeze on her skin. It didn’t matter that she was out in the woods. She needed this now.

Soon enough, she found herself naked on the grass, the blue flower sticking out of her mouth. She hadn’t considered that she’d be breathing in its scent the entire time she was undressing, but it didn’t bother her at all. If anything, it only made everything better. She took another deep breath, filling her lungs. Whatever it was doing to her, it felt incredible. Her skin was flush with arousal. She plucked the flower from her mouth, letting the stem drip onto her hand. She started to rub it into her chest.

It wasn’t fast enough. She pinched the stem with her free hand and squeezed all the way down. Nectar squirted onto her, covering her tits and dripping down her midsection. She let herself fall onto her back, beginning to touch herself. It was impossible to tell where her own arousal started and the nectar began. She spread her legs open. Her fingers found her clit and she yelped. She was more sensitive than she’d ever been. Hornier than she’d ever been. She put the flower’s stem back into her mouth and let her eyes roll into the back of her head. She didn’t need to see. She needed to touch. She needed to breathe in the flower’s sweet scent. She needed to let her hands roam wherever they may, to lose herself in pleasure.

Something started wrapping around her ankles. Both of them. Her eyes opened lazily, but she couldn’t sit up to get a look at what was happening. She tried to tilt her head so she could see whatever it was. There was some kind of vine trailing away from her. But… what would…? She tilted her head as much as she could to see behind her. The cabin wasn’t too far from here, and there was a window looking into Sir’s study.

Two more vines snapped around her wrists, tugging them away from her aching body. She tried to open her mouth to yell, but something wouldn’t let her. The stem kept dripping nectar down her throat. It made her hotter and hotter, the bindings only making it worse. Another vine snaked its way over to her from the treeline. With nothing else to grab, this one began to gently caress her, twisting itself to squeeze her breast. She gasped, swallowing more of the nectar. She couldn’t move. She was trapped.

But… if it felt this good, wasn’t it okay? Maybe for a little while? Maybe she’d finally be able to cum; she honestly couldn’t remember the last time she had. Another vine began touching her inner thigh. Sophia did her best to lean herself into it, inviting it to touch her. It teased her, a second vine joining it, touching everywhere except her cunt. Please. Please. Please please please you can’t–

She swallowed again. Her thoughts were slowing to a crawl. Sophia wanted to beg. She wanted them to fill her, to fuck her, anything. She needed relief. She ne– Her eyes snapped open, pleasure overwhelming her. One of the vines was finally touching her, beginning to push its way inside of her. Her world was centered around her pussy, desperately trying to fuck the vine but finding herself far too weak to move. She whined as loudly as she could manage without opening her mouth, hoping it would understand her.

It plunged into her. She bit down on the stem. It felt so fucking good but something was keeping her from cumming and she needed to so badly, she needed to cum, if she didn’t cum she felt like she might snap, she might–

The vines between her legs pulled away, leaving her desperate. She whimpered as they went back to teasing her, driving her wild. There was nothing she could do.

A doll who resists is not a doll I grant pleasure.

The words from a dream echoed in her mind. She let the vines have their way with her, driving her wild without ever allowing her to cum. They edged her over and over, denying her again and again.

You will stay where you are. Your arousal will only get worse.

She didn’t want to resist. Why would she resist? Shouldn’t she be a good doll for Sir? Good, obedient dolls were rewarded. The arousal was getting worse. Sophia couldn’t take it anymore. She’d do anything. Resistance wasn’t for dolls like her. Good dolls obeyed. Good dolls did not talk back. Good dolls–

***

A hand shook her shoulder. “Sophia?”

Sophia gasped, jumping in her seat on the bench as she awoke.

“Sophia? Are you all right?”

Her head snapped to the left, towards the voice. It was just Sir. She exhaled and looked for a window, trying to figure out the time. She felt so disoriented, like she'd accidentally fallen into a deep sleep instead of working. It was difficult to try and form words.

“It's evening now. Are you okay?” He seemed to know what she was looking for.

Sophia tried to open her mouth to speak, but she couldn't find her voice. She nodded and gestured to her neck, trying to explain what was happening.

“Mmmm. I see.” He put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently. “That's okay. It appears you finished your work anyway. Were you this prone to falling asleep after working before, as well?” Sophia thought for a moment, then shook her head. “I see. Would you mind standing for me?”

She obeyed. Sir took her hand and led her gently away from the bench.

“Sophia… Your ankles.”