Lily still hadn’t left the waiting room, seconds after their name was called. They fidgeted in front of Magnolia for what felt like two hours before Magnolia finally spoke up first. “You have a question for me. What is it?”

Lily paused, continued to fidget, and then finally spoke.

“Will you come in with me, please?” It felt unnatural to not call her Mistress, but there were 12 other people around them. They didn’t want to raise the eyebrows of any of them.

Their Mistress, unlike them, didn’t even hesitate. “Yes,” Magnolia said without hesitation. “If that’s what you need.”

For some reason, while her agreement should have been reassuring, Lily only felt worse for imposing on her.

She grabbed their hand off of their other hand, and squeezed them tight. Lily exhaled all the built up tension in them. For that moment, everything was fine.

The nurse in the hallway led them back. Lily kept their eyes to the ground, not saying a word. What was there to say? They didn't even know what to expect, let alone what words should have been coming from their mouth.

Maybe they’d get into the office and the counselor would say there’s nothing to worry about! Everything would be fine! Lily shook their head. They might not have been the brightest lightbulb in the hospital, but they knew it wasn’t quite going to be that conversation.

Lily mentally gathered as much as they knew about their family. All they knew was their grandfather died young and most of their father’s history. Ugh. This was going to be so hard. It would be even worse to explain why they didn’t have any other information. The last thing they needed was to discuss their hefty traumas on top of learning that they might have some kind of terrible genetic disorder that would only cause themself - and their Mistress - pain.

They were led to a moderately sized room, with various degrees and awards plastered on the walls and books lining up the cabinets. The counselor Magnolia found, Shelly Alexander, was the lead at the hospital, and of course she only picked the best hospital in the state. All of this was done both in kindness and “because I can”, she said. Lily knew they should have felt grateful, but once again they felt bad for imposing something like this.

“Ms. and Mx. Anderson?” she lifted her head from her laptop and greeted them with a warm smile.

Magnolia took the lead. “Yes, that would be correct.”

“Fantastic. Thank you for coming in. I’m Shelly Alexander, the lead genetic counselor at this hospital. Please take a seat,” she motioned to the two seats in front of her. Lily bowed their head slightly, walking over to one chair. They waited for Magnolia to sit down, and then did the same. No matter what, they were still her loyal property.

“T-thank you for meeting with us,” Lily responded, nodding their head gently. Their voice went to that pitch it went to when Lily was anxious and shy. An endearing voice, usually.

Shelly pulled out a notepad and pen. “So, I did get the gist of the situation, but in your own words, Mx. Anderson, what brings you here?”

“L-Lily is fine.” Magnolia sensed their anxiety and put a hand on theirs. Lily calmed down, just a little. “I… um… well, I was talking to M- my wife, and I mentioned my dad died of… cancer.” Their eyes stared out the window and stayed there. “And I mentioned he had, um, cancer, four times. And she said that was… unusual.”

Shelly nodded. “I wouldn’t say it’s normal, yes. Have any other of your family members had cancer?”

Lily hesitated, unsure how to put it. Magnolia jumped in again, “they’re estranged from their family. Their memory has suffered as a result. Their information on it might be limited. Lily, do you know anything else?”

Lily was grateful she jumped in, but they weren’t certain she needed to share that much. It wasn’t like they weren’t going to say it themself, though. 

“Um, not really,” they said bashfully, looking away from the counselor. “S-sorry. I hope that isn’t too much of an inconvenience.”

“Not at all. We can run a scan for 40 or so of the most common types of genetic cancer disorders.” The counselor picked up a stack of papers, lightly banged it against the table to arrange it, and pushed it to the side. She began to write down notes. “If your dad did have something, there would probably be a 50% chance you’d have inherited it, but once again, it depends.”

Magnolia spoke up next, interrupting whatever the counselor was about to say. “What happens if something comes back positive?”

Lily flinched. Magnolia didn’t yell or shout or anything out of character, but the way she spoke seemed almost impatient. Magnolia tightened her grip. Lily didn’t know why, but they began to hold their breath.

“Well, it really depends. Usually, it just means increased surveillance, depending on your age. With some disorders, it can mean surgery being medically recommended.” Lily crossed an arm around themself instinctively, deep in their thoughts and anxieties. The counselor immediately read their body language and continued, “but not everyone gets surgery even in those instances.”

“I… see,” Lily murmured. “But I wouldn’t be forced to do anything.”

The counselor shook her head. “No. Of course not.”

Lily paused for a moment, and then nodded. They wished they could just function normally at this appointment, but they just felt pale and numb in their head. What were they supposed to think? A part of them wanted to go back on this — — and Lily dug their nails into their shoulders to suppress those feelings. “Okay,” was, finally, all they said.

“How are you still feeling about this?” Shelly asked.

Lily looked down. “I’m… fine,” they lied. “It’s a lot, but I’m okay.”

“Do you still want to pursue testing?” The counselor narrowed her eyes, sensing the unease and uncertainty Lily was feeling. Lily bit their lip, and briefly hated how readable they were.

“Yes,” they said.

Magnolia held their hand tight. It would have been out of place for her to wrap her arms around Lily in the middle of a doctor’s appointment, but this was the least she could do. “What else should we know?” Lily’s Mistress asked.

“It’s hard to give concrete advice without knowing more. However, with many genes, you’d have a 50% chance of passing it onto your children.” Lily smirked, glad they were able to strike that concern from their mind. “Seems you’re fine with that.”

“Yes,” Magnolia sighed, “I work too much, and kids would be bad for both of us.” 

Lily felt their gut churn. Something about her statement just felt wrong. Why would she say something like that? Lily was of course fine never having kids, but to just casually eliminate that possibility without asking them felt… wrong. Maybe they were just on edge, easily irritable — that would make sense, after all. And Magnolia had all the decision making power in her hands. So why did they feel…

Resentment?

Their mind shut down, only acknowledging things Shelly told them at a surface level. They were dissociating and they knew it, but they didn’t have it in them to pull themself back up. Magnolia no verbally tried, but Lily stayed in their cozy and safe corner of their mind space.

“In that case, I will go ahead and order the test. It’ll take about two weeks to complete after you send it in, but feel free to call me if you have any other questions.” Shelly handed both of them her business card.

“Thank you. We will,” Magnolia said, standing up. “Let’s go, Lily.”

Lily didn’t move from the chair for the longest time. They looked to the genetic counselor, hoping she’d say something else, something to reassure them.

“Call me if you need anything,” was all she said. Her voice was warm and reassuring, but Lily didn’t feel comforted in the slightest.

After another agonizing couple of seconds, they stood up, and walked out of the office. Their hand clung to their Mistress for dear life, while they continued to silently retreat into their own head.

~~

Lily knew not making eye contact showed disrespect, but they couldn’t help it. The entire car ride home, they continuously tapped their foot impatiently, staring aimlessly out the window. 

Magnolia occasionally tried to make conversation with them, or get them to say what they might have been feeling. But every time, Lily would briefly make eye contact, give a minimal monotone response, and then go back to staring outside. The view passed them so quickly on the highway, it took them out of their body for a minute.

Which was what they wanted right then. To be out of their body. Their body, that might be hurting them. Their body they’d felt long trapped by, and even more so now. 

Lily tried not to think about the words from the genetic counselor. They were ultimately unable to distract themself.

 The conversation played through again and again. The risks and management would be too much. What if they were already too late? They were almost 30 years old. From the sounds of it, that was when… 

Had they not suffered enough in their life, already? Lily never considered themself a spiritual or religious person, but they wondered if they were being punished for something.

Why is this happening to me? It was a weird question. Nothing was really ‘happening’ to them right then, other than their anxiety driving them mad. It was good Magnolia didn’t press them for more information, or force them to disclose how they were feeling. Lily knew they’d break down crying the moment they started talking about it.

They could cry when they were alone while Magnolia was at work, or whenever they were alone. I’m already hurting her enough. She doesn’t need to carry anymore of my pain. She’s done so much of that this whole time.

In reality, there was nothing they could do for two weeks. They’d just have to fight their anxiety and wait. Besides, it wasn’t like they were supposed to just randomly talk about how they were feeling. That’s what their Mistress was training them for, right? Not to speak unless spoken to, not to break protocol no matter what.

Lily got the feeling that would be an existentially huge order now.

They glanced towards their Mistress. Would they even be able to meet her newfound expectations? Or would they crumple and disappoint her?

The two of them made eye contact for a minute, neither of them saying anything. They didn’t have to. They both knew.

~~

“Lily? Lily, could you wake up?”

Magnolia gently shook Lily’s sleeping body. It wasn’t like them to sleep in so late, but they figured just this time was fine. Lily slowly opened their eyes and greeted their Mistress’, a soft smile creeping on their face.

“Good morning, Mistress,” they said quietly.

“Good morning, plaything,” she replied. “I had planned to train you in our next protocol today. But–” she hesitated, choosing her words carefully and deliberately. “If you would rather put that off, I suppose it can wait a bit.”

“Hmm?” Lily, for a brief second, was confused why she was even asking. She was their Mistress; she could make them do whatever the hell she wanted, and she never forgot that fact. And then the cogs in their mind slowly turned awake. “Oh,” they sighed. “N-no, I’m fine.” They sat up in bed, rubbing their eyes. “I’m sorry I didn’t make breakfast today. I guess I hit the snooze button while I was sleeping.”

Magnolia petted Lily’s head gently, and for a second, they thought they were going to fall back asleep. Her touch was so soft, so comforting, even with all the terrible things her hands had done to their body. Lily murmured something incomprehensible, leaning into her touch with their head.

“Are you sure you’re fine, plaything?” Magnolia asked firmly, tightening her grip on their head. “I want you to serve me properly and well. If that means you get more rest now, then–” Lily wanted to interrupt her to eagerly insist they were fine, but they waited. “That’s what you’ll do.”

“I’m – I’m okay. I’m well rested.” Lily pulled themself out of head. “I’ll – what do you want for breakfast?”

Magnolia chuckled. “No need. I already prepared it myself.”

“You… did?”

“Yes. And I did so because I chose to, so you don’t get to complain or say ‘oh, you shouldn’t have’.” She teased them, then regretted it instantly. “Anyways… please get out of bed when you’re ready. We’ll discuss your next protocol while we eat. Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Lily exhaled, releasing themself from the comfort of the blankets. They rose to their feet, stretched their arms out, and yawned. After a conversation like the one yesterday, Lily thought they would have slept like shit, but they were surprisingly refreshed. Maybe they needed that sleep.

“Good! That’s more like the plaything I know.” Magnolia petted their head condescendingly, like they were a small puppy. 

Pancakes and eggs were basically exactly what Lily was hoping for when Magnolia said she made breakfast. They still followed the rest of the protocol, much to Magnolia’s pleasant surprise. It helped that they had done it quite a few times by that point. They didn’t talk much, obviously avoiding the most pressing topic. But that moment of silence was welcomed.

Lily finished doing the dishes. Scrubbing each speck away was almost therapeutic. Once they were done with that, they wiped the counter and sat back down. Magnolia put her hand on theirs, almost without thinking, and started.

“It’s time for your next protocol.”

She cleared her throat and continued. “So, since you finally have our mealtime ritual perfected, and now that you’re getting the hang of knowing your place, we’re moving on to your new morning routine. Isn’t that fun?” 

“Y-yes, Mistress,” Lily squirmed. She always knew how to turn on the right buttons in them.

“Are you ready to proceed?”

Once again, Lily had that hole in their chest they couldn’t describe as anything other than resentment. Magnolia didn’t need to treat them gently — they’d been together for five years. And yet, they knew she was doing it and making the right decision. “Yes, Mistress. I’m okay. I promise. I’m ready to learn.”

Magnolia smirked, walking behind them and playing with their hair softly. “I do have bad news, though,” she started, and Lily’s heart sank. “You already got the first part wrong.”

Lily didn’t question their Mistress, so she continued. “Considering the… everything, I will forgive you today, but from now on you’re to wake up 30 minutes prior to me, and no hitting the snooze button. I’ll know if you did.” Lily didn’t doubt that. “Do you understand? Am I saying this slowly enough for you?”

Mmmf. Why does being called dumb make me feel so hot? Never mind, I should stop asking that. Lily accepted the brief moment of arousal and answered, “Yes, Mistress, I understand.”

“So that’s part one. Part two, you’re going to be kind to me, not that I expect you to be anything else, and write me a nice message for me to wake up to.”

Lily furrowed their eyebrows. “A nice message, Mistress?”

“Yes. I always want to start the day right. Seeing you write about, oh, I don’t know, how much you respect me, how much you love serving me in your position, how much you crave to be owned by me more and more everyday…” She smiled lightly, those sentiments already influencing her. “You have a vivid imagination, don’t you? So you’ll put it to good use. There will be a notebook by my bed, and you’ll use it accordingly. And this is most important – be quiet so you don’t wake me up. Understand?”

Lily nodded. “Write you a nice message on the notepad next to you… I, yes, I understand, Mistress. That makes sense.”

“Oh, you’re so lovely, loyal…” Lily waited for the trigger to hit them. It never came. Magnolia cleared her throat and continued, hypnotically edging them. “Once again, I let you forgo this part today, but you’ll continue making breakfast before I wake up. I never expect you to make me anything extravagant, though we might get there someday.” She clutched onto their hand tighter.

“There are two more parts of this routine. But first… does this all make sense to you, plaything?”

Lily nodded. “Yes, Mistress.” It made the most sense anything did at that point. “What else is there?”

“You’ll take three pictures of yourself in the washroom. One naked. One in lingerie. And one in a rather… indecent pose, for my entertainment.” She gave one of those looks, one of those that made Lily fluster and blush. “All of these will be written down for you in plain language. You’ll text all the photos to me, and I’ll give you corrections as I see fit.”

Lily knew they could deduce what ‘corrections’ meant. Their legs clasped together.

“See? You get it. You’re all horny and flustered just thinking about taking pictures. You’re so cute and… pathetic.”

Lily giggled. They breathed heavily. She was right - they were cute and pathetic. That was their purpose in life. 

“The last thing you’ll take care of is… me.”

Lily cocked their head. Magnolia motioned widely to her body, showing herself in her loungewear. Obviously she looked elegant as always, but it wasn’t anything she’d go outside in, let alone to work or any important meetings.

“I will take care of my hair and makeup, because I only trust myself to do those correctly. But you’ll undress me and dress me back up, making sure no fold is out of place. Once again, I’ll know if it is. I notice everything, don’t I, plaything?”

Lily blushed and accidentally broke eye contact. “Yes, Mistress.”

Magnolia reached over, grabbed their chin, and gently twisted their head back to her. Not as forceful as usual. Lily couldn’t decide if that was preferred or not. “Eye contact, plaything.”

“S-sorry, Mistress.”

“So,” Magnolia clasped her hands together. “We can’t exactly redo breakfast and you writing down nice things for me, but let’s train your tiny brain on those other two, right? So tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that, you’ll get it more and more correct.”

Lily smiled and cocked their head. “Of course, Mistress. That sounds perfect to me.”

“Oh, of course it does. I am perfect to you, after all,” she teased.

Magnolia pulled out a notepad she’d been holding onto, and hastily wrote something down. Lily stayed there, twisting their wedding ring, before Magnolia handed them a sheet of paper.

• Naked

• Lingerie

• On your hands and knees, with your mouth wide open

Lily blushed a deep red reading that last one. “This is…”

“The list of pictures you’ll be taking,” she said casually, leaning back. “Go get some lingerie and come back out here, toy.”

Lily nodded hastily. “Of course, Mistress.” They retreated back to their room. God, they didn’t notice how hot and heavy they were until they had a quiet moment. They were so wet that they collapsed on the bed the second they had a chance. It took all of their energy to avoid pleasuring themself; they got the feeling Magnolia would not be happy to walk in and see that.

But… maybe a little wouldn’t hurt…

Lily shook their head. They had an order to follow; that was all they were supposed to do. They stood back up and sorted through their lingerie drawer, flipping through the expensive, flattering pieces. She’ll probably want me to color coordinate, right? There was no real need to overthink this other than Lily’s anxiety telling them to. Without thinking much more, Lily grabbed some pink and light blue pieces and walked back out to the kitchen.

“Do these work, Mistress?”

Magnolia looked back up. “Perfect. Well done, plaything.”

Lily flushed and bowed their head. “Thank you, Mistress.” They quickly sat back down – almost. Lily’s eyes turned to Magnolia expectedly.

“You may sit,” she said. Lily immediately did as they were told. 

“Now get up,” she said three seconds after they sat.

Magnolia smirked at the way Lily’s face instinctively dropped. “You’re so cute, plaything. It’s hard to undress while you’re sitting, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Mistress,” they responded.

“Correct. Now undress.”

Lily’s face flushed an even brighter red, as they undid their pajamas. They put the clothes on the couch, folded gently. One would think they’d finally be okay undressing in front of their Mistress after 5 years, but they still struggled. At least their Mistress had trained them out of instinctively covering themself with their arms.

“Good plaything,” she purred. Magnolia handed Lily her phone. “Use my phone today. I want to look at them when I feel like it.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Lily gently took the phone and gripped it tightly. They prayed their usually clumsy hands would cooperate today.

Lily tilted the phone’s camera, panning it up and down, trying to find a flattering angle.

Snap!

Lily almost winced at the flash of the camera. “The first picture is done, Mistress.”

“Good. Next,” she waved her hand. Lily smiled. It was good to see their Mistress as her usual self, not feeling the need to ask for Lily’s permission or hold herself back.

Lily put down the phone and grabbed the lingerie. They put it on the lingerie, aligning the bra accordingly as they did so.

“Now,” their Mistress ordered, her voice calm and even.

“Yes, Mistress.” Lily took the next photo, easily enough. It helped to have lingerie that made their body look ten times sexier than it already did. For a split second, they took a look at their arms and legs, now bearing a good amount of muscle. Lily couldn’t help but grin.

“Good plaything. Next position.”

“Right. Um…” Lily blinked, remembering what the next position entailed. “Yes, Mistress.” It wouldn’t do to keep her waiting, not with that smug expression on her face, the kind that looked ready to punish Lily at their first fuckup.

They slowly descended to their hands and knees. Lily dropped their jaw halfway. Just before they took the picture, their Mistress ordered — “wider, plaything. I know you can do that much.”

Lily would have responded ‘yes, Mistress’ were their mouth not preoccupied. They opened their mouth wider, spread their legs, and readied again—

“Wider,” Magnolia tapped her fingers on the table impatiently. “Do you want me to show you the hard way?”

Lily shook their head and obeyed. Their legs were spread as far as possible, and their face looked like a shameful ahegao face.

“Good. Go.”

They snapped the picture. Their hands and knees shook, trying to hold up Lily’s weight.

Lily was about to get up—

“Freeze.”

And was stopped dead in their tracks. Their body worked to the hypnotic trigger’s liking, unable to move a single inch. All their body could do was keep breathing and keep their heart pumping. When— when did she install that trigger?

Magnolia got up from her seat, walked around the table, and kneeled down in front of Lily. Lily’s heart rate sped up, the anticipation drawing sweat beads from their forehead. If anything, their limbs shook even harder now — not by their own accord. Lily stared into their Mistress’ intense, wide eyes, waiting for what she was going to say or do.

She raised a hand. Lily would have flinched if they could have.

Instead of whatever Lily was expecting, Magnolia tenderly touched their face, caressing their cheek softly. “How are you holding up, plaything?”

Lily couldn’t respond, but wasn’t sure how to anyways.

Magnolia sighed. “Right. You may speak.”

Lily took their first moments of speech to catch their breath. The rest of their body still wouldn’t budge. The first thing they said, almost by instinct, was — “thank you, Mistress.”

Magnolia’s hand clasped around Lily’s face gently. Enough to feel reassuring, but not enough to feel scary or threatening. Yet.

“I’m…” Lily assumed she was only talking about one thing, something they didn’t want to discuss. Playing dumb was always an option, wasn’t it? “T-this protocol makes sense, Mistress. There’s just a lot to keep track of, so I’m nervous I’ll forget and—“

Magnolia raised her hand again, then stopped herself. “Do you want me to slap you, idiot?”

Lily blinked. She probably saw through their dodging around the topic, but they continued the act. “W-what do you mean, Mistress?” They laughed nervously. “You… don’t have to ask me permission for anything, considering, you’re, um, my Owner, and everything…”

“Right.”

SLAP

Lily’s face winced against the slap, unable to resist. Their head stayed there, unable to even readjust itself back. Magnolia grabbed their chin and readjusted their face. “That wasn’t what I was asking about, and I think you know that.”

Their face would have scrunched up with frustration, if it could have. Perhaps it was for the best they were frozen. For a while, Lily didn’t reply, before they relented. “Yes, Mistress. I knew that.”

“Right. So let’s try again. I know you’re doing fine with the protocol because you’re my property and I know how to train you well. If you mess up, then I’ll just have to correct you.”

Lily smiled. Hearing that made them feel… comforted. Why? For some reason, they had the feeling their Mistress was beginning to hold them with kid gloves. That was the only way to describe it. But they couldn’t quite tell why that made them even more anxious.

“So. How are you holding up, plaything?”

Lily grimaced. Magnolia obviously noticed, but she didn’t do anything about it… yet. “It’s a lot to think about,” was all they could bring themself to say.

“It is,” Magnolia affirmed.

“I… don’t know how to feel. I don’t know what I feel right now.” Lily’s eyes averted. “I’m sorry, Mistress. I can’t answer that.”

Magnolia paused, contemplating her options carefully. Lily knew that they were not faithfully answering a question their Mistress asked -- which was technically disobedience. But...

"I understand, Lily. You don't have to say anything right now."

Lily sighed in relief, almost breaking the position. The trigger was so powerful, they weren't exactly able to even if they wanted.

"Would you like..." Magnolia's soft expression turned sadistic. "For me to take your mind off of it?"

Lily giggled nervously. Now that was a topic they were okay with. Though they were still conflicted as to why their Mistress was asking for permission when she really didn't need to. "Yes, please, Mistress."

Magnolia grinned wickedly. "Correct answer." She stood back up, swung over one of the table chairs, and sat down in it. "You're going to worship me until I get off on that cute face of yours, understand?"

"Yes... Mistress..." Lily's face scrunched up adorably, realizing how compromised they were in their current position. They couldn't disobey even if they wanted to. Of course, Magnolia knew she didn't need to ask.

Their Mistress began stripping, and took off everything below her waist. Lily drooled at the sight, feeling themself heat up. This is what they were meant for. Service is their life's purpose.

"You may use your hands only to reposition yourself as need be," Magnolia said casually as she leaned back in her chair. "Entertain me, pet."

Lily graciously took the offer to readjust their position. "Of course, Mistress."

They started with the sweetest areas first, on the insides of Magnolia's thighs. Magnolia hid her arousal as best she could, smirking at Lily and coaxing them to do better. Lily kissed harder, lightly biting -- only a little. They used one hand to steady themself, and raised their other hand to their Mistress' shaft. It felt pretty soft, but quickly hardened against Lily's touch.

Lily huffed, a bit of drool falling down their chin onto the floor. Magnolia clearly didn't seem to mind. One of her hands reached down to lightly stroke Lily's head. "Adequate job, plaything..."

She clutched onto Lily's hair, making them stop in their motions.

"But you can do better."

Lily expected what she was going to do next, but they didn't entirely process until Magnolia shoved herself into Lily's mouth. Lily choked, quickly trying to suppress their gag reflex. Light tears formed at the brim of their eyes and their body began to shake. "There we go," she purred. "Get me off, plaything."

Magnolia tried to hide the pleasured huffs in her voice. Lily quickly followed the order, pleasuring their Mistress the exact way she wanted. They knew the exact motions to use, the pace their Owner liked, and which spots to focus their tongue's attention on.

They could feel her twitching in her mouth, and they could taste her pre. But as Lily braced themself, Magnolia pulled their head off of her. "Not yet," she said. "I don't want this to end quite yet. Continue."

She edged herself. Lily was no stranger to edging, but only on themself -- and they knew whenever orgasm would hit them, when they had permission, it felt exponentially more powerful. Lily felt their bottom lips twitch just thinking of those experiences. "Yes, Mistress," they gasped, and resumed their work. They didn't take their Mistress into their mouth, but Lily showered her dick with kisses and light licks. Her dick twitched harder as more precum coated Lily's lips.

But not yet.

"Suck me off again, plaything," Magnolia growled. "Don't make me ask again."

Lily did exactly as told, bopping their head at a steady speed. "Oh, right, I just remembered," Magnolia murmured. Lily tilted their head to look at her expectedly. "I didn't tell you to stop, idiot. I was just thinking..."

She lightly stroked their hair, tucking a strand of their bangs behind their ear. "You look pretty turned on too. You know what I think would help?"

“Hmmm?” Lily murmured around their Owner’s shaft.

Magnolia’s lips twisted, and Lily knew what was about to come. “Fill.”

Just as she used the trigger, she grabbed Lily’s head and pulled them all the way down. Lily felt their body convulse, their pussy twitching as they felt it fill up. Lily moaned in pleasure, agony, they didn’t know, as pseudo-semen filled their entire body within seconds. They moaned louder–

Magnolia pulled them off of her once again, just as she was about to come. Lily continued gasping, moaning, writhing in place, as they felt the breeding materialize. Their body rode on the endorphins for who knew how long, before it disappeared. Lily was left shaking, panting, with one single tear falling from their eye.

“Oh, I love that trigger so much,” Magnolia purred. “Don’t you enjoy letting me impregnate you over and over and over again, plaything?”

Lily wasn’t quite sure how to answer, but they nodded. That was all their body could do.

“It’s so nice, you know? Getting to live out the fantasy of breeding someone who very much doesn’t want to be pregnant… making them feel every single atom of it… but not having to deal with any consequences. You get it, right?”

“Yes… Mistress…” Lily answered weakly.

Magnolia grabbed their head again and forced her dick into their throat. “Edge me again. Don’t let me cum.”

Lily did as told. Their wrists gave in and they continued pleasuring their Mistress relying on their elbows instead. Magnolia cackled as they broke the form, as they continued to break under her. “Oh, I can almost see you dripping through that lingerie from here. You want me to fill you up again, don’t you?”

Lily didn’t process the rest of that question. The trigger hit them again, making them feel the same effects twice as strong. Instinctively, they sucked harder, their body craving to be used. Magnolia slapped their cheek as they huffed in pleasure. “Hey! Don’t make me cum yet, idiot! I want this to last for as long as possible.”

Once more, they felt their body fill up with cum, impregnate itself, and then disappear. Lily could feel the fake semen coming out of their hole. Their eyelids fluttered, barely able to stay open. The adrenaline made them feel on cloud nine.

Magnolia grabbed their hair and pulled them off of her. She didn’t give them a second to rest. “Fill.”

She spoke quietly, but the trigger had the same effect, if not worse. Lily, this time, was able to moan and gasp and mutter ‘please, please, please’ over and over, as much as they wanted. Their legs almost broke the form to clutch against each other. The fluids filled them, filled their tight, swollen womb–

Magnolia pulled their throat onto her again–

And the second Lily felt the breeding finish, she came into their throat. Her cum intensified the sensations tenfold. Her orgasm was particularly powerful, and lasted much longer than usual. Even after the trigger left them, their body continued getting filled with semen. Lily’s face was now drenched with hot, horny tears.

Magnolia eventually finished. She pulled herself out, cleaned herself on Lily’s cheek, and spoke. “Unfreeze.”

Lily immediately collapsed to the floor, panting, huffing, shaking.

“I’ll be right back.”

Magnolia was only gone for a minute. Lily barely noticed it; they were too busy recovering from the intensity and shock of the scene. Before they could come to, Magnolia dropped a fluffy weighted blanket over them and joined them on the floor.

“Thanks, Mistress,” Lily weakly said, nuzzling their head into her collarbone.

“And thank you too,” Magnolia stroked their hair. “I will have to go to work today, but I’ll tell them I’ll be late. Will you be okay?”

Lily nodded gently onto their Mistress’ skin.

“Great. No need to talk, plaything,” she spoke soothingly, “just lie down and be here with me.”

Lily was happy to oblige.

~~

“It’s in God’s hands now,” Lily murmured, dropping the finished saliva test in the FedEx drop off box. They had to admit, some of the dread they’d been feeling alleviated after closing the lid. It was truly out of their hands now. All they could do was wait and relax.

They weren’t… great at that. At least they had some things to occupy them. Their Mistress, and learning to better serve her, most importantly. They could sink back into the Pokken scene and try to forget about everything in the midst of the excitement. Pierre had said he missed them, after all. They could meet up with Jenn and spend their time painting, which they excelled at these days. All of that, though, wasn’t enough to fill up all the time they’d inevitably spend with their doom-ridden thoughts.

Regardless, they had to start somewhere. Sometime in the past five years, they got Pierre and Jenn introduced to each other, and the three had a robust group chat going. Lily occasionally wondered if they could make more friends, at least close-by friends. 

Still standing in front of the FedEx box, they opened their phone and texted the chat.

> Hey, are you two doing anything tonight? Want to hang out?

Lily looked at the sky for a brief moment. It didn’t take long for Jenn to respond. She must not have been at work that day.

> Hell fucking yea what do u want to do

Lily held the phone in their hands. They didn’t think that far ahead. Holding the phone in their hands listlessly, they typed, and then deleted. Typed and deleted. Typed and—

“Excuse me?” Lily almost jumped out of their skin to greet the FedEx worker standing in front of them. “I need to grab the mail.”

“Um, right…” For a millisecond, Lily considered asking if they could take their package back. Their anxiety made them step aside and stay quiet, though. “Sorry.”

The worker said nothing to them. He grabbed the mail, and drove off. Lily was left behind with an empty box, a chat log with two of their friends, and dread.

Lily finally texted.

> idk. road trip? Lol

They suggested it as a joke, but Pierre instantly responded back.

> whaaaat yes please, it’s my day off, where are we going??

The chat log busted with excitement and ideas for this plan. Lily smiled. Looks like they had something to get their mind off of things. It was still pretty early in the day, and their Mistress wasn’t going to be home until that evening. Still, though…

Lily switched their chat to the one with Mistress Magnolia, pinned to the top. Their hands hovered over the phone’s keyboard anxiously. She wanted them to place her above all else. Above all else.

Lily shook their head. She was a cruel Mistress, but she wasn’t that cruel. Their hands typed.

> Mistress, may I go out with Jenn and Pierre, please? Love, Lily

Formatted the exact way she liked it. After pressing send, their eyes were locked on the phone. Once the ellipses bubble popped up, their heart beat with anxiety.

She replied.

> When will you be home?

Lily pursed their lips.

> Mistress, I will be home before six. Love, Lily

They didn’t need to wait as long before she replied again.

> Yes, that is fine. Send me updates every hour.

Lily sighed in relief. They typed, “thank you very much, Mistress”, and almost sent it. Then they paused, added something and sent.

> Thank you very much, Mistress. I finished and sent the test today. Love, Lily

The anxiety returned. They wanted to keep their Mistress updated on that front, obviously, but thinking about it still hurt. They were about to switch the chat tab again before—

> I see. Thank you for letting me know. Enjoy your trip, plaything.

Signed with a bouquet emoji at the end.

Lily sighed with relief, and went back to the group chat.

> Well, what do you two recommend?

Wherever they were going, at least they weren’t alone. 

~~

The sound of the alarm blaring startled Lily awake. They had no idea how they were going to get used to waking up at 5:30am daily. Their body so desperately wanted to slam the snooze button, or crush the alarm broken in their bare hands. But they were obedient, and wanted to only be even more obedient. Reluctantly, they sat up in their bed, shut off the alarm, and sat with their legs hanging off the mattress.

They hadn’t gotten home too late from their road trip yesterday – after all, they’d promised to be home by six, and they’d accomplished that – but their body was beyond exhausted. The three of them ended up going a hour west and down a long nature walk (Pierre lost the popular vote), and ended the day with two courses of hot pot. They were exhausted when they got home, but a good exhausted.

Not the kind of exhausted that made them thrilled to wake up at the crack of dawn. Lily dragged their aching body out of bed and tiptoed to the other side of the bed. As expected, Magnolia left them a stack of blank notecards with an accompanying pen (Magnolia was very particular about the kind of pen she’d use).

They tapped it against their chin before writing–

“Mistress Magnolia means the whole world and more to me”

Lily chuckled to themself. It wasn’t often they’d write something poetic like that. Maybe that was a creative muscle they’d be training, now.

As quietly as possible, they opened a drawer and grabbed an article of one piece black lingerie. They blushed and reconsidered their idea, but the longer they waited, the more they’d risk not getting everything done in time. Lily left the room with their phone in hand and went into the bathroom. 

The bathroom was enormous. It was larger than basically the entire apartment they had when Magnolia had first bought them. Although, one thing was different; the body-length mirror was much, much vaster. Lily had to assume that was for ease of taking the morning photos.

Bashfully, they took off their nightgown, leaving the bathroom door open - once again, Mistress’ orders. No undressing with closed doors. They pulled out their phone and awkwardly fumbled with it. Their eyes hadn’t fully opened yet, after all.

Naked… Lingerie… On hands and knees with mouth open… That last one was so indecent, they blushed about even visualizing it. Photos were surprisingly hard for them, especially when they had to take photos of themself. It wasn’t even necessarily a self-consciousness thing; it was more paranoia.

Regardless, they bashfully posed to the mirror, and took the first shot.

Easy, though embarrassing, enough. 

Lily quickly slipped into the black lingerie, admiring themself for a hot second, before snapping the second photo.

Hesitantly, they got onto their hands and knees. Their body wobbled, both from embarrassment and the weight of their torso. Having to steady themself on three limbs to use the phone, they took the picture as clearly as possible.

They looked as humiliated as they thought, but at least they did it correctly. Lily quickly rose to their feet and sat on the shower stool, head in their hands. They were beyond exhausted, and the day hadn’t even started.

Lily sent the photos to their Mistress. As expected, her phone was silenced, but the pictures were delivered. She’d see the pictures when she woke up. 

They looked at the clock. They still had a solid 15 minutes until Magnolia would probably wake up. Anxiety filled them. Lily left the room and began to pace around the apartment, trying to burn off the dread sitting in a corner of their mind – and wake themself up.

They kept checking their bedroom. Finally, by the time Magnolia’s alarm went off, Lily was mostly alert and ready.

“Good… morning, Mistress,” Lily said quietly, crawling back into the room. They waited for her to respond before speaking again.

They waited for what felt like an hour. Finally, their Mistress replied, “good morning, Lily.” Her voice was exhausted, just like theirs. “Get… the coffee machine going, if you will.”

Lily nodded. “Yes, Mistress.” They left the room and headed to the kitchen, following the order seamlessly. They were still in lingerie, but maybe Magnolia would like to see it still on them.

They went back to the bedroom, while the coffee machine started up on its own. Magnolia was now seated over the bed. Her arm reached for the table, and she pulled up the card Lily wrote her. Lily could barely see her eyes in the darkness, but they could tell her eyes lit up, and she was smiling.

“So do you, plaything,” she replied quietly. “Set the table for breakfast while I wake up.”

Once again, they nodded, answered ‘yes, Mistress’, and obeyed.

By that point, setting up the table was the easiest part. Most of the time, they didn’t even have to look at the reference sheet their Mistress gave them. The hardest part, at least in the morning, was doing so quietly. There was no hiding the annoying clicks of the plates against each other.

Their ears hurt every time they heard that agonizing sound. But luckily, they had gotten quick at the task, and finished it within ten minutes. Lily adjusted the last plate, made sure all the utensils were straight, and walked back into the room.

Lily dusted themself off. Magnolia sat at the edge of the bed, hunched over as she stretched out her arms and legs. “How did you sleep, Mistress?”

They realized immediately after – don’t talk until you’re spoken to – but Magnolia didn’t seem to mind or want to correct them. “Fine, plaything. You’re very warm, did you know that?”

Lily flushed, putting their hands to their face and chuckling lightly. “W-well, I’m glad I can serve you, Mistress, even – even when I’m asleep.” They were quite aware of their human furnace functions, especially judging by the way Jenn and Pierre clinged to them when a breeze hit them during a hike.

“Yes. You’re quite talented, in that regard, plaything.” Magnolia still hadn’t made eye contact, though Lily could easily chalk that up to her having just woken up. “Could you get some omelette and rice plates going?”

Lily gasped in delight, before clasping their hands over their mouth. “S-sorry, Mistress. Yes, of course.” Omelettes and rice – omuraisu, as Pierre referred to it after a trip to Tokyo – were one of their favorite plates. Maybe Magnolia requested it for that reason alone. A part of Lily hoped not; the fear that Magnolia was sacrificing herself and her wants for Lily’s sake poked uncomfortably at them.

They dashed back out to the kitchen and immediately began preparing the dishes. They cooked enough rounds of those dishes for both parts to come easily, and it helped they knew exactly what their Mistress wanted in hers.

Magnolia continued getting ready alone. Presumably, she was doing her makeup or fixing her bed hair – Lily had to admit she looked quite cute with her hair all disheveled as it was, but they’d never admit that to her.

It didn’t take long for the dishes to be finished, and for them to be arranged on the plates to perfection. During their training period, Magnolia had ‘forced’ them to binge watch various cooking shows, keeping their body and head still to make them pay particularly close attention. She wasn’t just saying things when she told Lily that their plating had vastly improved, as had their cooking in general. Lily could tell the difference. Even they knew when to take a compliment.

That was done. Lily sighed heavily and wiped the sweat from their forehead. Next was… their face went red. Undressing and dressing their Mistress.

They hadn’t completely gotten used to that. Why? They couldn’t quite tell. Maybe they felt unworthy of touching their Mistress, feeling like they were gracing a goddess or feeling up a priceless artifact. Maybe they didn’t trust their own clumsiness.

None of it mattered. Their Mistress gave them an order and their job was to follow it. Leaving the plates to cool down, they returned to their room, folding their hands in front of their waist. “Next, um…”

“Yes. Undress me.” Magnolia had stretched out the last of her resting muscles. 

Lily’s hands shook, and their breathing shallowed. “Yes… Mistress.”

Magnolia moved to the front of the mirror, and Lily slowly moved behind her. Holding their breath, they lightly clutched the hem of her shirt, and slowly pulled it up. Magnolia looked behind her and smirked at her embarrassed, shivering submissive.

“Is this too much for you, plaything?” The way she asked meant she knew the answer was no. She just wanted to rile Lily up and make them anticipate some sort of punishment for failing such a simple task.

“N-not at all, Mistress.”

Magnolia’s arms raised, inviting Lily to lift her shirt up. With a few delicate motions, Lily pulled the nightgown off. They let out a sigh of relief.

“Finally, I thought we’d be here all day,” Magnolia laughed at them. “Keep going.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Affirming the command was the easiest part. Lily’s fingers gently grasped the hem of her pajama shorts. Magnolia could obviously feel them shaking against her as they pulled the pants down. Doing this, they felt just so… inadequate, compared to their Mistress. Unlike them, she was perfect, majestic, beautiful, the kind of person people dreamed of in their fantasies. Lily, on the other hand, was just some simple plebeian.

The sad thoughts began to creep into their head, and their expression fell. Why was Magnolia still even indulging in them? Why did she buy them in the first place? Surely there were other properties with better bodies, better minds, better – better genetics, of course. Lily’s fugue made them stop and catch their breath.

Magnolia reached behind her and grasped Lily’s head. “What are you thinking about, plaything?”

Lily shook their head. “N-nothing, Mistress.”

“Lily,” she sighed with exasperation. She shooed their hands away and pulled the garment down herself, not hesitating in the slightest. Lily’s head crumpled as Magnolia turned to them, a much more stern look on her face. “What have we said about lying?”

Lily shrunk even further. “It’s… against the rules.”

“To put it simply, yes. So, I’ll ask again. What were you thinking about?”

Lily looked away, picking their answer to have as few words as possible. “Just… me getting down on myself, Mistress. It wasn’t anything important.”

She sighed. “Plaything,” she spoke slowly, “how many more times do I need to drill it into your head?”

“It’s–” Lily was about to make some poor excuse, but Magnolia interrupted them again.

“Shut up.” The words died in Lily’s throat. “You are mine. I chose you. I didn’t choose anyone else. I choose you, today, every day, like I have done for the past five days. And I wouldn’t choose to own any piece of property that wouldn’t be up to my standards. Are you implying my decision is wrong, somehow?”

Lily shook their head. “Not at all, Mistress.”

“So you’re insulting my property, in that case?”

Lily froze in place. “I–” They wanted to lie again, but they sighed and relented to tell her the truth. “I suppose I was, yes.”

Magnolia sighed in relief. “There we go. Honesty always, pet.”

Lily thought for a brief second they’d be free of any kind of scolding or punishment. Those thoughts were quickly squashed when Magnolia gripped their hair and pulled them back up to their feet. “Finish undressing and dressing me, plaything. You have three minutes.”

Lily instinctively squealed in fright. “O-of course, Mistress.” She tacked on the timer, knowing it was certain to make Lily more of a submissive mess, more prone to any fuck ups. Neither of which she’d tolerate.

They gulped down their nerves and picked up the bra first. Realizing they’d never put a bra on someone before, they paused, trying to mentally calculate how to do so.

“Well?” Magnolia urged them impatiently.

Lily didn’t have time to think. Before they could stop again, she stopped them again. “Say your first mantra while you dress me. Don’t stop until I tell you.”

“Y-yes, Mistress. Obedience is pleasure. Obedience is pleasure. Obedience…” They continued saying the mantra over and over again as they continued dressing their goddess of a Mistress.

Magnolia went along with the motions – which honestly made Lily’s life a million times easier. They put on the bra with relative ease, somehow. The nerves on their palms felt electric. Being so close to their Mistress’ chest made their heart pound against its chamber. 

Saying the mantra so mindlessly made their body feel like a factory, a building to make, do, and say things for and only for their Mistress. That’s all what they wanted to be - an entity whose only purpose was service and obedience. The word ‘obedience’ held so much more weight than ‘pleasure’. In reality, Lily’s pleasure didn’t matter; it was an afterthought to their Mistress’ pleasure. Lily’s obedience, more importantly, was their Mistress’ pleasure. Obeying their Mistress gave her pleasure, which in turn gave Lily pleasure.

Saying the mantra over and over again, thinking of themself as some kind of factory – both dehumanized them, making them feel no more than a mindless drone.

Maybe their Mistress would let them relish in that empty, mindless feeling some more one day. But that was her decision, and hers alone.

Continuing to repeat the mantra, their voice becoming more and more of a monotone, they picked up the shirt next. Magnolia pulled her hands through the sleeves, leaving Lily to button up the top. Their fingers worked as best they could, careful not to mess up any of the buttons or leave any creases in place. 

The vest and suit came much, much easier, though the garments proved to feel much more exhilarating to hold. Lily couldn’t even imagine how much Magnolia had spent on any of these items, especially the jacket. To fuck any of the items up would surely land them in some huge trouble.

Luckily, they didn’t mess up any of the top garments, and each item was free of creases, stains, or other unwanted spots. Lily didn’t fuck up. They weren’t a fuck up. They were their Mistress’ service factory.

The pants and belt were the final item. Their Mistress continued to follow Lily’s direction – a rare, strange feeling that Lily would get to experience every day. Lily’s face flushed, and their speech faltered, as their hands brought the pants to her waist. Even a factory had its issues occasionally. Lily’s heart skipped a beat, being so close to her downstairs area. Their hips bucked a little, and their breath grew heavy.

“My, you’re just utterly shameless today, aren’t you?” Magnolia teased. Lily wasn’t told to stop, so they only nodded and continued the mantra.

They grabbed the belt–

And their Mistress stopped them.

“One moment,” she muttered casually, “I still need to scold you for insulting my property.”

She grabbed the belt from their hands. Lily stopped speaking.

A second later, something slapped their face harshly. Not their Mistress’ hand. Her belt.

Lily’s cheek stung like it never had before. The corner of that eye teared up. Only their cheek had sustained any damage, but their entire face felt on fire. Their Mistress only held back enough to not do any actual hurt.

“I didn’t tell you to stop, idiot,” she scowled. “Bend over on the bed.”

“Y-yes, Mistress. Obedience is pleasure. O-obedience is pleasure…” It was hard for them to continue repeating the mantra, knowing what was coming next. She’d never used a belt on them, so they had no frame of reference…

Maybe it would be less painful than the cane, at least…

The first strike came. Lily was instantly proven wrong. They let out a shriek like none other as the belt hit their ass.

Before they were able to process the typhoon of pain, their Mistress grabbed their head and smothered it with the mattress. “Keep saying your mantra.”

Lily continued doing so through the pain and tears. Their body shook violently.

Just as they were getting used to speaking through the mattress–

Another strike hit them.

And another. And another.

It didn’t take long for Lily to begin sobbing and gasping into the mattress. Each time felt like a bolt of lightning had struck them. Weakly, they continued muttering the mantra. Obedience is pleasure. Getting hit with any manner of weapon was obedience, and so it was pleasure… at least, that’s what they wanted to tell their aching, pained body.

Magnolia didn’t force them to endure another strike. She pulled Lily back onto their feet; they were barely able to stand up. Their ass felt like it was about to crack, and that pain echoed through the rest of their body.

Just before they were about to finish the mantra, Magnolia lifted a finger and shushed them. 

“You may stop,” she said quietly. A moment later, she threw the belt on across her waist. She brought Lily in, keeping them in a tight embrace. The waves of pain shooting through Lily slowly quieted down as they found comfort and solace in their Mistress’ arms, the same arms that brought them that pain.

They were safe, even in the arms of someone who loved hurting them.

Lily sobbed gently into their Mistress’ chest; Magnolia let them for about as long as they needed to. Once they were mostly calmed down, she pulled them away and quietly said–

“Good plaything. Let’s go eat before the food gets cold.”

She wiped the tears from Lily’s eyes. Lily croaked out a response, “yes, Mistress.”

They sat and ate. It was rare for her to do this, but Magnolia actually praised their technique, and praised how well they followed the routine – for the most part.

Lily ate slowly, drinking an unholy amount of water. Hydration is the most important part of aftercare, their Mistress told them. So when they went back out, they immediately grabbed the iced pitcher Very quickly, half of the water was in their body.

Magnolia was right. Their cooking had improved. Maybe because serving their Mistress was the only thing that made sense to them. Especially in that moment.

The entire waiting period, Lily tried to only focus on serving their Mistress. As long as they were doing something to please or help or obey their Mistress, everything they did had purpose. That thought made the continued aching feel all that much better.

“Is everything fine now, plaything?” Magnolia softly asked as she put the utensils down.

Lily nodded. “Of course, Mistress. Did I do well?”

“You did great,” Magnolia teased. “We still have lots of work to do, but we’ll get there.”

She waited for Lily to finish their food. Before Lily could get up to clean up everything, following the protocol verbatim, Magnolia stood up. “I have to go to work today… I can call out if I need to. Will you be okay?”

Lily nodded. There was a certain bitterness to their smile; somehow, their Mistress asking them permission, every time, it only made them feel like they were failing their role. But it wasn’t like they could ask her to stop or imply she had to do or not do anything. “Yes, Mistress. I’ll be fine.”

“Good.” Magnolia walked over to the fridge, grabbed off the magnetic notepad, and jotted some notes down. “I’ve left some things for you to do here. Get them done before I get home.”

Lily stood up and bowed their head a little. “Yes, Mistress.”

Magnolia walked by, petted their hair, lifted them and kissed their forehead. “I love you, plaything. Everything is fine.”

Lily giggled a little, the lightness returning to their face. “I love you too.”

Lily sat back down, crossing one hand over another as their Mistress walked away from the table. She left them feeling loved, connected, supported, as she always did. As long as Lily had her, as long as they had their place as her loyal submissive, they had nothing to worry about.

Everything was fine.

~~

Another week passed. Lily jumped out of their skin when their phone chimed. Anxiously, they picked it up, not even checking the number. “H-Hello? This is Lily…?”

“Mx. Anderson? This is Shelly, your genetic counselor.” The sound of Shelly’s voice startled them, even though they recognized the number. She called seemingly out of the blue, though they supposed 4:00pm on a Tuesday wasn’t entirely unusual for someone working usual hours.

“Yes,” they said quietly, pausing their game and putting it to the couch on the side. The sudden silence in the room felt that much worse.

“Is now an okay time to talk?” They continued.

“Uh… huh,” Lily said slowly, nervously adjusting their sitting position. Glad she’s not forcing me to do small talk… “Now’s an okay time.”

“Is your spouse home?”

Lily looked around. Obviously she wasn’t, she was still at work. But just in case, their eyes scanned the house, almost hoping she somehow was. “No,” they eventually replied, “she’s at work.”

“I see. Would you like me to call you back when she gets home?” Her voice remained calm, neutral, yet showing kindness and patience.

Lily exhaled. “No,” they said. “Did… the results come in?”

“Yes, they did.”

Somehow, Lily knew what was about to happen. 

A gaping hole opened in the pit of their stomach. Their shaking hand struggled to hold onto the phone as their heart pounded in their chest. They were starkly aware of the room around them, the temperature, the subtle noises, and the time slowly passing.

Finally, Shelly spoke. Lily’s heart sank.

“Unfortunately…”