It had been a week since Agatha had last seen either her Queen or her Master. Both apparently had quite important business to attend to, and they had left instructions for Agatha to pursue her research.

Each day she would spend four hours in the library with a half hour break studying hypnosis manuals, and taking her own notes. She would be tested upon their return. She wasn't sure exactly how, but she knew sub-par study would not be tolerated. Her studies would be followed by two hours of exercise, rotating between cardio and basic strength-building exercises in her core and arms. That would not be as fun.

Finally after her day, she would be permitted to pursue her hobbies. She was very glad for that, especially since she had been writing so much in her fantasy story based on her time here. While it had sort of evolved into its own thing, she was surprised how much of herself she had put into it unintentionally.

The Sorceress turned out to be real, after all.

Agatha shook her head. It was so unreal. Maybe she was just being …

Unsure of herself, though she had no reason to.

… She wasn't really sure why that was the case, but it felt right. Uncertainty was something she wanted to try and dispel from her life, and she was on the right track to learn to do so.

The exercise had been paying off too. Her legs no longer felt like melted rubber after getting off the exercise bike or treadmill, and she wasn't getting chest pains from pushing herself anymore. Truth be told, that was the thing that had been worrying her for some time.

The only thing that she was struggling to get used to was her new food. It was always delicious of course, the chefs of the mansion making only the most nutritious meals, making use of every part of the ingredients they had. But it was the form her food came in, and the … presentation which was new to her.

Every meal, at exactly the same time like clockwork, for breakfast, lunch and dinner, a maid would enter the room with a dog bowl. It always had something good in it, from curries and goulash to fruit salads and oatmeal.

The only issue was that her Master had been very clear that she was no longer allowed to use her hands to eat her food.

The maid would always set the bowl on the floor atop a plastic drop sheet, and would refuse to leave until Agatha had finished eating.

The first time it happened Agatha was utterly indignant. But she had to capitulate, knowing that if this was how she was going to be eating all her meals, she would have to obey. After all, it was in her contract.

She supposed it was something to see. Supposedly a new dominant – an apprentice anyway – dressed in the finest clothes she had available to her, kneeling on the floor and eating from a dog bowl. The mental image was so absurdly discordant in her mind. But she couldn't deny that she did love part of this ritual.

It was after she had finished her dinner one night, after finishing her workout, that she had showered and redressed herself in a long-sleeved velvet dress with a black ruffled Dutch belt and her new pointy witch boots to match her hat.

She held another of her chokers in her hand, another black choker bedecked with silver chains and decorative locks. Something about her felt compelled to wear more jewellery like this; relieved in a way. Almost like she no longer needed an excuse to wear things like this, beyond the aesthetics of an outfit.

After she finished securing the choker around her neck the door to the gym opened, revealing a much more familiar figure, Felicity.

She gave a friendly wave as she approached, an old backpack over her shoulder. Her Sabaton band shirt had its sleeves torn off, and it was accompanied by ripped jeans and sturdy work boots.

'Hey Agatha, what's up?' she asked, 'Kae thought you might be here. I thought you'd still be at your desk.'

'Oh, hi Felicity! Yeah I um, well, things are a bit different now I guess,' Agatha shrugged.

'Yeah, Mistress and her Majesty filled us in on the whole thing. Not sure why you took it as licence to dress like a witch though,' she teased.

'I- This is just kinda how I wanted to dress.'

Felicity still couldn't hide her Cheshire grin, 'And it's really cute.'

Agatha gave a small little smile as she continued.

'Anyway, I'm here to pick up Clara for our game. Did you still wanna come along?'

'Oh! Shoot, that was today. I mean, if you're sure you don't-'

Just say yes.

'Actually, yeah. That sounds great!'

'Great! Always good to hear enthusiastic consent,' she joked, 'Anyways, let's go find our Princess.'

'Sure,' Agatha said, falling into step behind Felicity, 'Though, I don't mean to be rude but is Clara, like, smart enough to play D&D? Girl's INT stat is like, 3. 4, tops.'

Felicity gave a cackle, 'Nah, she's great at it. You haven't really talked to her much, have you?'

'Not really. Aside from all the new stuff we've been going through, I kinda feel like … how do I put this … I find her a little annoying?'

She thought for a moment and came to a look of understanding, 'Ah, well I guess you have only seen her when she's in Bimbo Mode. Don't worry, you'll like her.'

'Y-yeah. Sorry if I was rude, I just … I've been discovering some new headspaces lately,' she excused herself.

'I mean, so long as you don't take it out on people it's all good. Then again Clara's really into that so do what you like, y'know?'

Agatha couldn't help but give a giggle. It did strike her as being pretty lucky to be surrounded by so many people who would not only be genuinely invested in you as a person, but also knew exactly how to push all your buttons.

It didn't take them much longer to arrive at another room, Clara's room. Felicity knocked, and not long after a woman opened the door.

It was almost like she was a silhouette of thematic negative space, her room radiant and bright pink and glitter and saccharine sweetness. But she herself was totally ordinary, dressed in a flannel shirt, a grey tennis skirt and casual shoes, and a comfortable looking zipper hoodie and jean jacket.

The only real indicator of her true colours was the eternity collar secured around her neck.

'Hey Felicity,' Clara said, 'Lemme just get my stuff.'

She was about to turn away, but realised Agatha was also standing there looking like a stunned mullet.

'Oh! You're Agatha, right? I'm sorry I hit you with the door a while back, I really should have looked where I was going.'

'Uh … thanks. Apology accepted,' she stumbled, feeling like there was some sort of stray thought that was floating away from her mind as she spoke.

Clara gave a disarming smile and quickly dashed inside to get her things before she emerged, the three of them beginning to walk back towards the lobby.

'You both know about the new arrangement I have as an apprentice?' Agatha asked.

'Sort of. They told us the basics,' Clara explained, 'You're essentially a Domme-in-Training, so you'll be allowed to do most of the same stuff as Mistress and her Majesty as part of that training, right?'

Agatha was glad they knew. It felt like something that would be hard to explain on her own, 'Yeah, basically.'

'They mentioned there’s going to be some kind of thing where they properly present you to us later. Though we also heard,' Felicity wrapped a friendly arm around Agatha’s shoulders, 'You signed some other clause that means you have to submit to our Mistresses the way we do. So if they command it, you'll have to submit to us. Is that right?'

She gulped, 'That's right.'

Felicity gave another cackle, 'Oh you're gonna look so cute in an MSA.'

Realising what she was referring to, Agatha couldn't help but blush and bite her bottom lip. This wasn't how being a dominant was supposed to go!

'Come on nerds. We've got devils to slay and dragons to ride,' Felicity said, flicking her car keys from her pocket and spinning them around her finger as she pushed open the door to the mansion, revealing a reasonably new-looking Fiat 500 in canary yellow parked before the front steps in the evening sunlight.

The three piled into the small car, and moments later they were speeding through the gates of the mansion towards the city.

The game was being held at Felicity's apartment, a surprisingly large place not too far from the mansion.

By the time they'd arrived, the others had already made themselves comfortable. Kae was there, having just finished making snacks for the group. He attempted a cheerful wave, but almost dropped the charcuterie board he'd been putting together. Lisa was also curled up on a couch, flicking through some social media feed or another on her phone.

'Hey guys, we found the witch,' Felicity chuckled, 'Now we can really start this barbecue.'

Agatha couldn't help but hold onto her other arm for security. It was strange to be back in a normal apartment again. It was a nice apartment, but nowhere near the opulence of the mansion. Video game memorabilia decorated most of the available surfaces, and the nearby television was raised upon a throne of dozens of game consoles all wired into it.

Clara immediately ran over to Kae, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a big kiss on the cheek, which he happily returned before turning to Agatha.

'Hi Aggie, been keeping up with your routines?' Kae smiled.

‘Trying to, yeah,' she smiled nervously, 'I just sorta feel out of sorts a bit right now? I guess it just feels like I'm meeting people for the first time again.'

'That's okay, from what we heard you've been through a lot,' Kae said, 'But trust me, everyone here wants you to be here. Couldn't ask for a better group of people.'

'Aww, that's sweet,' Clara said, a faint hint of her familiar bimbo energy creeping in for a moment.

Agatha smiled and turned to Lisa, still somewhat unsure, 'But hey um, if you still feel bad about what happened that one time wit-'

'Oh my god, I so don't care,' Lisa interrupted, 'I'm a brat, dummy. That's kinda the point of the dynamic. Now do you wanna play the imaginary wizard game or not?'

Slightly thrown but no longer apprehensive, Agatha nodded, 'Yeah, sure.'

As it turned out, the party members of this team were just as interesting as its players.

Kae was the group's rogue, and seemed to be going for some sort of extremely complicated thief build to use an entire backpack of tools and tricks to get the upper hand. The fact that he was a goliath too was also a bit of a surprise.

Lisa had chosen a druid and was leaning hard into being the group tank. The fact that she was a tabaxi shouldn't have been surprising, though the fact that she could get an absurd boost to her speed in her animal forms led to some wild turns.

Clara surprised Agatha the most by playing a wizard, easily one of the more complicated classes. Not only that, but from what she saw her vedalken had a spellbook full of crafty illusion spells with a focus on utility, making her a very capable toolbox caster.

Agatha, meanwhile, couldn't help but fall back on her old faithful. A sorcerer, dark elf for the extra magic, and a wide range of offensive and crowd control spells.

Felicity clapped her hands as she stood at the head of the table.

'Alright, so when last we left our scene, Korr and Isobelle had just gotten caught manhandling the Magistrate's corpse…'

The session they played that night was electric to Agatha. Everyone's characters had such a natural chemistry with one another, and Agatha's sorcerer seemed to fit in quite well, Amoura Mourne being introduced having just put a dagger through the chest of a guard that would have been patrolling the corridor that they were escaping through, apparently pursuing sinister business of her own with the corrupt city magistrate.

It seemed Felicity liked to toy with expectations and play provocatively, putting characters into situations that would put them at odds with their characters' personalities but not be impossible for them to resolve. Of course, it also seemed that she thoroughly enjoyed making people squirm.

The magistrate was very dead, that much couldn't be denied, but the fact that he had been eviscerated by something before they'd even arrived meant something was very wrong; and worse, it was loose inside the building.

It was bad enough what they found the creature which had done the deed – a disgusting and aberrant humanoid fly creature wielding a staff and wearing chitinous robes of loose skin – but everyone at the table was horrified when Felicity described in horrendously evocative detail how psychic maggots implanted within the magistrate's corpse began to reanimate it at the fly-thing's command. Clara even screamed.

'Oh my god, oh my fucking god,' she panicked, utterly revolted, 'Isobelle is just gonna hit it with burning hands, upcast to third level. Please let this thing be vulnerable to fire damage!'

Felicity gave a sinister grin as she said, 'Your flames shoot forwards from your palms, and as they do they seem to part around the maggotbrood mage. Your area of effect spell appears to have left it unharmed.'

'Christ!' Lisa exclaimed. Kae just sucked at his teeth nervously. Lisa turned to Agatha, 'You've gotta do something about this thing, it's so gross!'

'I'm thinking, I'm thinking!' Agatha said, genuinely nervous, 'Okay, so AoEs don't work. I'm gonna just … uhhhhh … wait, we can still target it, right? I'm going to use witch bolt at second level, using my metamagic to swiftcast it as a bonus action.'

'Nice!' Felicity nodded, 'Let's see you roll it.'

Agatha picked up her dice, taking two twenty-sided dice into her hands, 'I'm going to invoke my Winds of Chaos to give myself advantage on the roll, so hopefully I don't mess this up.'

She cast the dice into the tray at the table's interior, and clapped her hands in glee at the result.

'Natural twenty baybeeeee!'

'Hella. So you channel that energy through you, power coursing with the unbridled chaos of your magic, as you release a lance of lightning which pierces through the maggotbrood, and wraps around it like a lasso. You get to roll double damage.'

After Agatha did so, her grin got even wider, 'And you remember how I only used my bonus action to cast witch bolt? Well, it says I can use my remaining action to automatically deal damage to a target it's affecting. No save necessary.'

'Damn, okay,' Felicity laughed, 'I didn't realise you wanted it dead that bad. Sadly that's still not quite enough to kill it. Kae, your turn?'

'Uh, at the start of my turn…' he began, shuffling through his character sheet, 'Hold up, is it still burning from the alchemist's fire I hit it with last turn?'

Felicity stopped to check her own notes, 'Huh, you know what? It sure is. It'll take some fire damage for the start of its turn.'

'Sweet. I throw a flask of oil at it.'

Lisa cackled and threw her fists in the air, 'More fire! More flames!'

'Okay, you'll need to make a roll to hit then.'

'Does a nineteen hit?'

'Sure does,' Felicity said as the damage was calculated, 'And that is just enough to kill it, as the lightning and fire that assaults it just burns it to a crisp, roasted maggots falling out from underneath its skin-like robes as it collapses.'

Another groan of disgust echoed from everyone present at the table.

The rest of the game proceeded well, with the reanimated magistrate being dealt with in short order and an artefact with incomprehensible runes on its many faces found on its corpse, the session ending with the party finding the magistrate's private journal, detailing his magical experiments and communications with the maggotbrood.

The rest of the night was relatively peaceful, winding down from the game with the rest of the food they had and mugs of hot tea around the table.

Eventually the topic turned to how people's lives had been since they'd last seen each other, and Agatha felt herself nodding along to the conversation, not engaging too much. Noticing this, Clara turned a question to her.

'It's pretty exciting that you're an apprentice to our Mistresses now! How are you feeling about it so far?'

'Well, I mean,' she tried to find the right words, 'It's great. I can't say I ever really expected it, to be honest. I wouldn't have thought they'd show any actual interest in me. At least, not in that way.'

'You told Diana you were a hypnotist, didn't you?' Kae asked, 'It sorta makes sense they would wanna show you the ropes. Heh. Ropes. Uh, anyway; how much do you know already?'

‘Enough to put people into trance consistently,’ Agatha said, ‘Though I’ve not really had a lot of experience with implanting triggers or reinforcing them. Mostly it’s a matter of being around people enough to do that.’

'Well judging by those bruises on your neck,' Lisa gave a playful little touch with her finger to one of Agatha's more prominent hickeys, 'They've been showing you a few other things too.'

She couldn't help but squirm and mewl a little, earning a laugh of playful scorn from Lisa.

'I don't think you could domme me, no way.'

Kae snorted a laugh of his own, 'I mean yeah, you're like, so small. I'm pretty sure I could just throw you over my shoulder if I didn't like your attitude.'

Agatha grinned through her embarrassment, 'I mean, last I checked I do only weigh sixty or seventy kilos.'

'Oh my god you're tiny,' Felicity cooed.

'Yeah I could totally pick you up,' Kae said, getting up from his seat next to Agatha and moving behind her, 'Here, watch.'

'Hey wait, I- Whoa!'

Kae didn't listen to Agatha's protestations as he roughly grabbed her by the thighs and lifted her up and away from the table, resting her high against his chest.

Surprised by the sudden movement, Agatha had to brace her core and thighs which were already starting to shake from that day's training regime. Agatha covered her reddening face in her hands, excitement washing over her.

'Oh my gosh, ohhh my gosh,' she sputtered.

'Girl, you weigh like, nothing!' Kae chuckled, 'I could just carry you around wherever I wanted.'

Agatha could think of one place she wanted to be carried.

But it was in that moment of weakness that her fatigue finally got to her. Her core and thigh muscles gave out, and she slipped down. Thankfully Kae had good reaction time and was able to shift his grip to catch her, but her new position was even more embarrassing than the last one.

Agatha's arms had instinctively wrapped around the back of Kae's neck and shoulders for support, as his hands gripped the crook of the back of her knees. Her thighs were folded against her body, and she was pressed up against him to keep her from falling any more. Her calves dangled uselessly outwards, and her dress … oh fuck, it had fallen down!

Agatha's face burned, realising she was flashing the entire rest of the table.

She couldn't form words, at least none that were coherent. Her entire body felt hot to the touch, she couldn't help but feel so exposed from the position she'd fallen into. And … shit. She was getting hard. Fuck.

'Looks like someone's really enjoying this,' Felicity teased.

'I … sh-shut up,' was all Agatha could stammer.

'Oooh, good comeback,' Lisa purred.

Kae leaned in a little to whisper to Agatha, 'Hey, you good? Do you need a colour check?'

Agatha knew the word she wanted to say. Luckily, something within her knew how to help her say it.

'Green,' she breathed.

'Okay,' he said, and Agatha could hear the smile in his voice.

Agatha gasped as Kae pulled her legs outward, spreading them wider.

'Looks like you've been working on your flexibility too! Good girl,' he teased, nibbling at Agatha's ear which elicited a moan from her.

'I didn't realise that we were getting extra entertainment tonight,' Lisa chuckled, her hand starting to rub against her own thigh.

Even Clara was sighing somewhat dreamily, looking at Agatha's precarious position as she licked at her lips. Felicity took notice of this and leaned in to whisper to Clara.

'Something on your mind, Princess?'

Clara couldn't help but giggle, 'Yeah, a little.'

'Hmm. Well, I think our new friend could do with a little help with their own tension, wouldn't you agree?'

Clara nodded eagerly.

'Hmm. Good girl. I think it's time you have a little think about pink, pink, pink.'

Like a switch flipped in her head, like a faucet tightened shut, not a single thought flowed into Clara's brain anymore. She looked at herself and examined the room with wide, innocent eyes, and waved to Kae.

'Ohmygosh, hi Kae~!' she beamed before examining her clothes, 'Why am I like, dressed so boring?'

Lisa purred again, 'Well you can take them off if you don't like them, idiot.'

'M'kay!'

Agatha stared in disbelief as Clara's flannel shirt was whipped off in a matter of moments, revealing her plump and gorgeous breasts. She couldn’t look away from her body, moulded and crafted perfectly to her Mistresses’ desires. She could feel the deep thrumming of Kae's quickening heartbeat as he saw her strip too.

'Fuck, you're so hot, babe,' he drooled.

Clara gave a silly little giggle, as she slowly approached Agatha and ran her fingers around and inside the band of Agatha's rapidly dampening panties.

'Wow, it looks so cute,' she mewled.

Agatha felt her breath becoming hotter, more laboured. Fuuuuck, she could barely handle this!

'Ah ah ah, Clara,' Felicity tutted as she approached too, 'Don't forget you need to ask permission first, ditzy girl.'

'Oops, sorry!' she said as she turned her doe-like eyes back to Agatha, 'Hey Aggie, can I like, please, pretty please suck your cock?'

Agatha desperately nodded, feeling almost dizzy from arousal. Clara slid Agatha's panties away enough to let her cock hang out with a soft bounce, but just as she was about to eagerly wrap her lips around Agatha's shaft Felicity held her back by the hair, eliciting a yelp and moan of pleasure.

'Hey now, come on “Aggie”. Does that sound like something a dominant would say to get someone to suck her cock? I know you can do better than that.'

Agatha gritted her teeth in outrage caged by arousal. She groaned in sensuous frustration, her words finding their way to her mouth.

'Just use me already you fucking slut!'

Felicity grinned wide as she released her hold on Clara's hair, 'That's a little more like it!'

Clara's mouth wrapped around Agatha's cock, bobbing up and down slowly at first, but picking up speed as she salivated from the taste of it. Agatha moaned heavily, arching her back against Kae's hard body. Mindlessly her tongue licked at her lips.

'F-fuck … oh-ooh … fuck me…' Agatha moaned.

Kae gave a throaty growl, 'With pleasure.'

Agatha jolted as Kae shifted his grip, holding her in just one of his brawny arms. She looked down, past the now mindless blonde that was running the back of her tongue across Agatha's frenulum, and saw that Kae was already wearing a strapon underneath his pants. Fuck, was he always wearing that thing?

Felicity had somehow already produced a bottle of lube and was already slathering a handful against his strap. She helped guide the silicone phallus against Agatha's hole, and slowly Kae began to thrust inside.

Agatha's moans were utterly indecent, feeling that heat and pleasure building inside her again. Felicity drew her hand away, examining it with mock disgust.

'Ew. This lube feels kinda gross and sticky. Here, Agatha. Be a good domme and clean it up for me.'

Felicity jammed her fingers into Agatha's open mouth, smearing the inside with the sweet and sticky lubricant. Agatha moaned and suckled at her fingers, her hungry tongue running between her fingers and over each knuckle lovingly.

Lisa couldn't help but cackle, her hand having moved from her thigh to the inside of her pants a while ago.

Felicity withdrew her fingers from Agatha's mouth, her moans becoming louder with each thrust of Kae's strap and bob of Clara's head. Felicity wiped her hand against the side of Agatha's face to get the last of the lube off as she smiled.

'Thanks Agatha, I think you're being a really good domme so far.'

Agatha smouldered with indignity but burned in her want. A mewling whine escaped her, 'Y-you bitch! You … you can't fuh-fucking treat me like thiiis~!'

'Oh yeah? You want us to stop?' Kae leered as he slowed the pace of his thrusts, but just made them harder and deeper in turn, 'You can make us stop if you want to. You're such a powerful hypnotist after all.'

Lust itself crying out from her soul, Agatha could no longer take it.

'F-Fine! Fuck, you win! Take me already, just use me! Please, fuck me, trance me, I don't care! You win!'

For a moment - really, she could have imagined it - Agatha thought she heard the scratching of an inkpen on expensive parchment.

'Trance you? Hmm, odd request from a domme, but okay,' Felicity grinned as she stepped closer, twirling a finger through Agatha's long hair as she whispered in her ear.

'You enjoy trance? I'm sure it does feel good. After all, we all know how much you love trancing yourself, but you know it feels so much better, so much stronger, when someone else puts you under, doesn't it? Good girl, nodding your head like that as your mind just loses all conscious thought from the pleasure you're feeling. Isn't that right? That's a good girl, just nod along to my words. Not a care in the world, not a single thought in your head…'

Agatha was already mostly into trance from the induction alone, even as Felicity continued, but the speed and power of Kae's thrusts and the gentle but so soft and tantalising lips and throat of Clara kept bringing her up again, an agonising almost-fractionation that kept her on the very edge of consciousness.

Agatha didn't know if she was going to cum or drop first. But as both Clara and Kae both slammed themselves as deep or far as they could go, Felicity snapped her fingers. It was like every sensation Agatha had collided with each other before melding into each other and flowing away like melted ice cream, her mind shutting down from the sheer overwhelming pleasure as her orgasm shook her entire body. The pain from her strained legs disappeared, and her mind floated in purest bliss.

The rest of the night was a blur. At some point they must have moved to the bedroom, and Agatha had vivid memories of eating out everyone present, sucking Kae's strap before taking it doggystyle while Lisa sat on her shoulders, scratching her back and spanking her, of Felicity sitting on her face while Clara sat on her cock, and of being held so tenderly and warmly between Kae and Clara after it was all over, sleeping in the guest bedroom while Felicity and Lisa took the main bed.

Agatha had fallen asleep before she had even left her deep trance.