It was about three months into Clover's transition. Things were a bit rocky at the start, but every day got a little better than the last. Testosterone had changed his body -- for the better. The depth of his voice matched what he always wanted (despite how nasally he sounded sometimes). Body hair lined his body in all the places he wanted, and he learned how to shave what didn't work for him. One of the best parts was how his exercise routine had changed. He could now work out for an hour a day. Magnolia had to force him to take rest days at least once a week.
        And most importantly, Clover's sex drive crashed through the roof. He couldn't believe how much of a horndog he'd become. He felt ready to go at literally every hour of the day. His Mistress loved the change. For the most part.
        Clover practically begged Magnolia to get brutally fucked in the morning, which thankfully she was more than happy to provide. After an almost hour long scene, Magnolia got dressed since she had to go to work.
        Clover almost begged her for another scene. She immediately understood the look on his face, the way he couldn't restrain himself from advancing into yet another scene.
        Magnolia had to physically push him away. "I've had my fill for the morning," she explained firmly. "I'm sure I'll need some stress relief once I get home."
        Clover forced himself to nod. "Y-yes, Mistress, I understand." The breathly exhales in his voice said otherwise. Why did he have to feel this way? He almost felt like it was far too much. And yet, he still wanted more.
        Magnolia chuckled and petted his hair patronizingly. "My sweet, handsome plaything. It's so cute to watch you try to control yourself. After all, you must be controlled, hmm?"
        "Yes, Mistress, I must be controlled," he nodded vigorously.
        SLAP!
        Clover tenderly placed a hand to his cheek. He almost came from that alone.
        "Good boy," she cooed. "My good boy. I do have to get going, though. 9am meetings are the bane of my existence."
        "Mistress," Clover started. "May I please touch myself while you're gone?"
        Magnolia's eyes narrowed in an amount of frustration. "You know the rules, plaything. Only with my permission."
        "So... yes?"
        SLAP!
        "No, idiot," she scowled. "I didn't give you permission, did I? You may be stupid, but I feel like you've almost become stupider since transitioning. It's like testosterone replaced your last few brain cells with near-constant horniness." She cupped his cheeks possessively, and Clover felt so, so close. So damn close. "You are my property. You obey my rules. The side effects of puberty-two don't change that. No touching, no climaxing by any means. Understood?"
        Clover deflated, forcing himself to speak. "Yes, Mistress."
        "Good," she grabbed his ass, as if to torture him, before grabbing her stuff and leaving.
        Clover collapsed on the couch, panting heavily. It was going to be a long, long day.
        The minutes passed like hours. It took all of Clover’s power to just sit still, let alone do anything else. It felt like agony. He pulled out his phone and began looking for something to do, someone to call. Anything to take his mind off of his aching cunt. Eventually, he resigned to texting Jenn, asking – begging – them to come over.
        Jenn was one of the first people he came out to. After all, Jenn was his only other good non-binary friend. Their past might have been… strained, a little… but they turned out to be a really good friend to him over the years. Clover texted them, asking if they wanted to come over. Thank every god above they did, and they even offered to bring along new watercolor markers.
        An hour or two after Jenn’s morning shift, the doorbell rang and Clover opened the door enthusiastically. Wide grins crossed their faces as Clover ushered Jenn inside. “H-how’ve you been lately?” He stammered a bit, trying to maintain his composure. “It’s been a while since I’ve, um, seen you.”
        “Yeah, it has been. Sorry, the new job is just overworking me,” they sighed as they took off their shoes and put their stuff down. They wrapped their arms around Clover’s waist, pulling him into a big hug. “How’ve you been, Clove? How’s HRT?”
        “Oh, fantastic!” He grinned dumbly. “Um… yeah, it’s good! I’m very glad my Mistress, um, supports this.” He tried his hardest to divert the topic in his head from ‘oh god fuck I’m so fucking horny’.
        They made small conversation, entering Clover’s decently sized room. Clover laid out some newspapers across the table and he set down some supplies. Pursuing creative endeavors, just like his Mistress ordered them to all those years ago… oh, no, that made him horny to think about too.
        He kept eyeing Jenn in between brush strokes. Their body was still hot as ever. Their tits were large on their body, their waist and hips were so tempting… their face was so cute… Clover licked his lips, trying his hardest to be subtle.
        And failing.
        “Hey, uh, you okay over there?” Jenn asked. Clover immediately felt called out.
        “I… uh…” he stammered. “You just – you look very good today.”
        Jenn smirked. “You need something, don’t you?”
        Clover nodded vigorously. He couldn’t help himself. This wasn’t touching, after all, so something like this would be allowed – presumably. “Yes. Please?”
        And then they dropped the art supplies and started making out. Neither of them took control of the other for some time. They just sat there, mouths against one another, sharing each other’s heat and presence. Jenn wrapped their arms around Clover’s head, pulling him in closer. Clover felt his clit twitch. He needed this so fucking much. He didn’t even know what he needed, but he needed something.
        He had it with waiting. Something took over him.
Within seconds, Clover’s body acted on its own. He grabbed Jenn’s shoulder, shoving them down. Oh, fuck, that was hot. Jenn’s face flushed red as Clover’s nails clawed into their body with need. The smile on his face was manic, desperate, ravenous. Clover didn’t even notice he was drooling as a bit dripped down Jenn’s shoulder. He leaned over, kissing their neck softly, and then biting it and pulling the skin. Jenn’s gasped were twisted with shock and surprise, especially with the way Clover left a few visible marks with his bites.
Clover needed to fuck Jenn. They needed to—
“C-Clover,” Jenn started, trying to reorient themself. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, very.” It took every atom of their body not to start touching themself. “I want… you.”
Jenn gasped, a small smirk crossing their face. They realized something Clover didn’t.
“Holy fuck,” they gaped. “You’re topping me.”
Clover blinked. He wasn’t. Was he?
“I’m… what?” 
“You’re so horny that you’re on top of me. Wanting to fuck me.” Jenn’s realization was laced with laughter, but not at him. At the bizarre situation.
No. That wasn’t right. Clover was the dumbest, subbiest bottom to ever bottom for anyone and everyone. His eyes grew wide as the reality of the situation dawned on him. He was on top of Jenn. Pinning them down. Eyeing them like meat. He wanted to fuck them – not get fucked by them.
“I am,” Clover spoke quietly. “I am topping you.” And he wanted more.
Both of them stared at each other, neither of them ready to make a single move. The situation was just too damn shocking. For the first time that day, Clover thought about something other than sex. Sort of.
“Do you want more?” Jenn asked, a seductive, inviting smile on their face.
“I…” Clover closed his eyes shut. He did. He really did. But he was just too shocked and confused. Besides… “I think… I should probably, um, talk to Mistress first,” he admitted. It pained them to deny himself this sudden new urge. Regardless of permission, he needed time to process.
They readjusted themself, finished their art session, and parted ways in the late afternoon.
Leaving Clover alone again.
In need.
~~
        Magnolia was already complaining about her day by the time she walked in through the front door. Clover jumped to attention as she slammed the door shut. “The new hire is completely useless,” she grumbled. “I have no idea what HR was thinking, hiring someone as incompetent as her. Clover, this person would make you look like a total genius, and that is saying something.”
        Clover twitched at the slight degradation as he stood up to greet her. Listen to his Mistress’ vent. And ignore how turned on he still felt. That’s all he needed to do. “H-how is she so bad, Mistress?”
        Magnolia’s lips curled into a smirk. “This morning, she kept bothering people trying to figure out why her computer wasn’t working. Luckily, one of my managers figured out she wasn’t pressing the power button for long enough. Then, less than an hour later, she couldn’t get her printer to work. So instead of figuring it out on her own, she bothered me, and guess what? Guess what it was, Clover?”
        He smiled and giggled a little, enjoying this story. “Um… it wasn’t plugged in?”
        “Exactly. I didn’t even need to say anything to her. She froze like an icicle when she realized her silly mistake. I give her… ten days with us, maximum.” Magnolia’s vent seemed to end, as she took a deep breath to center herself. “And you? You obeyed my orders, yes?”
        Clover nodded. Then his brain flashed back to Jenn. “I did, Mistress, but—”
        “But?” Now she was angry again.
        He gulped. “Jenn came over, and we, um… we made out a little.”
        “Oh,” Magnolia sighed. “Well, that’s fine with me. You know how much I enjoy Jenn. Specifically, playing with them. You’re so cute when you’re scared, though. Anything else?”
        “Well…” He tapped his fingers together. “I… did something else.” He was beginning to get cold feet, unsure just how his Mistress would respond to this. But she looked impatient, so he continued. “I… grabbed her. And pushed her down.”
        Magnolia’s face moved imperceptibly, almost unnoticeable. “And?”
        “Mistress, I… I need to tell you…” he gathered his bearings and tried to feign confidence. “I think I want to try toppi—”
        In the milliseconds before he could finish that word, Magnolia grabbed his body and forcefully shoved him against the wall. Clover felt any argument or reasoning die in his throat. His Mistress – his owner, the head lady in charge – towered over him, completely overwhelming him with her presence. She laughed. No. She cackled. At him. At the boy she spent years playing with, toying with, figuring out every way to push his buttons. The boy who couldn’t say a mean word to his Mistress if he tried.
        “Really?” She asked mockingly. “You? Topping? Please, Clover, tell me another joke. That was hilarious. What makes you think you can top?”
        “I-I almost did it to Jenn earlier,” he pouted. “I stopped because, well, I wanted to ask your permission first…”
        She laughed even harder. “See? Even when you want to top, you’re still my dumb bitch. At least you knew to ask my permission, though. Why don’t you tell me what got into you? What did you want to do? Then, maybe, if you convince me, I might take you a little seriously.”
        Clover stammered a bit. He shook his head, inhaling and trying to recount the bizarre experience. “When… we started making out, I grabbed their body and… I pushed them down on the couch. I climbed on top of them, clawing into their skin. I bit them. I – I think I may have left a few marks.” He spoke about it with a hint of pride. As he continued, his voice grew more feral, and Magnolia could probably see how horny he was just on his face. “I wanted to… to fuck them. I just wanted to rip their clothes off and get it over with. Mistress, you have no idea, I’ve never felt like this until today, but it felt so good. I’m as confused as you are! But… it felt right. So… I really, really want to try. For real.”
        Magnolia eventually let his body slack against the wall. Just a little, though. Clover took a moment to reorient himself, wiping the sweat off his forehead and panting. He got so riled up just thinking about it. This was… unlike him. He couldn’t tell if he liked it or hated it.
        “Interesting,” she mused. “I would have never expected this in a million years.”
        Clover exhaled, realizing he’d been holding his breath tight. “M-me neither, Mistress.”
        Magnolia tapped her finger to her chin. “Well, I suppose if you’re really interested in topping… I guess you’ve been learning from the best all this time.” A grin crossed her face. “This might – might­ – be interesting.”
        “So… you’ll allow it, Mistress?”
        She hesitated for one more moment before answering. “You’ll be on a very tight leash, but… yes. I’m curious to see where this goes.”
        Clover beamed excitedly, leaping up and wrapping his arms tightly around his Mistress. “Thank you so much, Mistress! I – I won’t let you down!”
        Magnolia frantically tapped Clover’s arms. “Y-you won’t have to if you kill me with one of your bear hugs!”
        Clover flushed a deep red and let her go. “S-sorry,” he murmured, trying to hide the pride with how strong his muscles had become. Exponentially stronger than pre-T. Even then, it wasn’t an excuse to strange his Mistress.
        “A-anyways, as I was saying, I’m giving you two guidelines. The first is I’m going to train you in topping,” she said threateningly. “I didn’t learn by just following my feelings. I learned with training in different skills. So I’m going to teach you what I know – consider that a gift, by the way – and then you’re going to test it out.”
        Clover paled. “On you?”
        “No, you idiot! On Jenn! On people other than your owner! You won’t be laying a single finger on me!” she growled.
        Clover nodded meekly. “S-sorry, Mistress.”
        “And in two weeks, you’re going to show me what you’ve learned. In front of me. I don’t think Jenn will have any objections to that.” Silently, they both agreed to check in with Jenn beforehand, just in case.
        His legs felt ready to give out. From a mix of fear, excitement, arousal, and need. “Of course, Mistress.”
        “I’m guessing testosterone is doing this to you, along with… everything else,” she rubbed her temples. “Though I’ll make full certain you don’t become a pure top,” she chuckled. “I do need my ditzy plaything to have fun with, too. Do you understand everything I’m saying?”
        Clover nodded excitedly. He just wanted to get started. “So…” Clover grinned, excited about all the new possibilities. He didn’t care that what he was about to say was a mistake to ask. “You’re sure you wouldn’t want to try switchi—”
        Clover’s request was cut off by Magnolia’s hands wrapping around his neck, cutting off his airway.
“You’re certain you want to finish that question, you stupid, dense himbo?”
        Clover gulped. “N-no, Mistress.” Magnolia released his neck, and after a few inhales, he continued. “So… what’s the second guideline, then?”
        His Mistress smirked, and pulled out the pocket watch. The one he knew so well. Already, Clover’s eyes fluttered shut. “Well, why don’t you find out?”
~~
        A few days had passed. Clover never quite figured out what exactly Magnolia had done to him after he told her that he wanted to try topping. After the initial confusion -- and mockery -- she seemed interested in seeing where it went. And even offered to train him -- something that made Clover's heart race. He had to wonder what "training" meant, exactly. Especially if he wasn't training on her (something she had to drill into his head a few times).
And then she hypnotized him. Clover never quite knew how many triggers he had floating around in his head. It seemed every week there was a new one, and he couldn't remember a thing about when it was placed. The same went for whatever trigger she put in him that evening. His head felt fuzzy. But she didn't allow him to ruminate on it too much, opting to remind him who was really in charge.
Her.
One Friday evening -- an evening she'd have a lot of time to relax -- Magnolia pulled Clover into her bedroom and placed a duffel bag on top of it.
And before he could ask questions, she flicked the top of his forehead with her fingers.
"Ow!" Clover gasped. "W-what was that, Mistress?"
"Oh, just me killing the last few brain cells you have left," she chuckled cunningly. "But, let's continue.
"These," she started, "are impact toys."
Clover paused. "Are they... your impact toys?"
Magnolia rolled her eyes. "I'll let you figure that one out."
Clover nodded and let her continue, blushing.
"These are cheaper ones, toys I don't use too often because I have better ones. Ones I don't allow you to touch. You, my plaything, are going to use the toys in this bag."
Clover opened his mouth. "Again, on the bed, idiot, not on me." He pouted a little. Why did she always have to be able to read his damn mind? "You see, Clover, there are places I wouldn't hit you because it wouldn't be fun for either of us. The bones above your ass, for instance. And there are certain techniques that you can only learn with practice -- and a Mistress of your own, too."
"I... understand, Mistress," Clover nodded.
"Of course you do. Open the bag and pull one out," she ordered. Clover immediately replied with a fervor. The first thing he pulled out was a wooden, round paddle. One side was solid wood, and one side was covered in red faux fur.
"This looks nice," Clover admired it with a big grin.
"Of course it does." Magnolia moved behind him and leaned over the bed. She dug her finger into the blanket, making soft creases in certain areas to vaguely resemble the back of a human body. "These are the spots you want to aim for. Every time you miss, I'll make sure you know it."
Clover looked down, readying the paddle. "Okay..." His arm swung. The motion gave him a rush, the same rush he felt with Jenn. Through the curve, his aim began to move on its own, and the blow landed-
Right in the area she told them not to hit.
"Turn around," Magnolia ordered.
Clover hesitantly complied.
SLAP!
"Ow," Clover whimpered. "I'm s-sorry, Mistress. I messed that up."
"You did! I just told you, idiot, not to hit that spot. You think Jenn will want you to top them again if you do that to them?" She remade the creases for him and manipulated his body back. "Try again."
Clover gave it another swing. Better. But, he slowed himself. It hit in the right spot this time with a softer blow than he would have wanted.
"Come on," Magnolia rolled her eyes. "I've seen your muscles. You can hit harder than that."
"But what if I--"
"Hurt someone? Clover, if someone is asking you to hit them, they're asking you to hurt them. You don't get to be reserved when you're Domming someone. Understood?"
Clover nodded, clinging onto the paddle as his body froze.
"Try again."
He did. Clover kept hitting the spot, growing more and more needy, needy to cause pain. Needy to have some semblance of dominance. He tried the paddle, then a cane, then two different floggers. He tried hitting in one spot repeatedly, swapping areas, alternating between light and tough blows... whatever he could think of, he tried. And Magnolia guided him. That was somehow the hottest part.
"Good, plaything," she praised them. Clover couldn't decide if he felt like a top or a bottom. “Maybe one day you’ll be as good of a top as me.”
        Clover beamed. “You think so, Mistress?”
        “No,” she laughed. “But maybe – maybe – you’ll come close.”
        “Oh,” Clover deflated. “I see, Mistress.”
Magnolia raised an eyebrow at his disappointment. She grabbed his body and turned it around again.
She flicked his forehead.
He whimpered again, asked what she was doing, and this time she responded more seriously. "I'm doing what I want, ditz. That's our arrangement. *Don't forget it*."
Clover meekly nodded, his body beginning to melt. "Yes, Mistress."
"Good. Get on the bed. You've put me in the mood to do this to you."
Clover complied. Suddenly, instead of wanting to be the one hitting others, he wanted to get hit himself. He had to wonder how Magnolia could cause the sudden shift. It didn't matter. She already started beating his asscheeks red and blue.
~~
The impact lessons went on for a few days. His technique got better every time. Then, Clover decided to try what he learned on his good friend.
His prey.
Jenn.
Magnolia wished him luck beforehand (flicking his forehead again -- why was she doing that? Why did it make Clover feel... weird?) and left them to their devices.
        Jenn came over around 5:30pm, though Clover wasn't keeping track of the time. He had other things on his mind. As soon as Jenn walked through the door, his heart raced. Clover tried his damndest to compose himself in front of his friend.
"Hey," Jenn smiled. "How did things go? Is Magnolia okay with you suddenly being a switch?"
"Uh, they went good," Clover smiled. "Mistress actually -- she actually trained me a little in... skills... Domming." He couldn't believe how stupid he sounded. Actually, no, he totally could believe it.
Jenn chuckled a bit, but Clover elected to ignore it -- he'd be able to properly punish them later. At least, he hoped. "Anyways, she wanted me to train. To practice."
"Oh, really?" Jenn smirked. "On who?"
"On you," Clover said sternly. Holy shit. The heat rushed down his body. It felt hot to be that demanding.
Jenn laughed even harder. "Really? Wonder how that'll go." Ignore it, ignore it, ignore it, Clover repeated desperately in his head, trying not to get riled up. "You noticed a bit of this earlier, but I can be a bit bratty. Are you okay with that?"
"Yes," Clover nodded. He hated the height difference between the two of them -- were he a foot taller, he could have easily towered over Jenn.
Jenn threw her stuff on the floor and crossed their arms. "Well, what are you waiting for?"
"Your... permission." Clover hesitated. No matter how pent up or Dommey he was becoming, he could never willingly hurt someone. Someone who didn't want it, at least.
"Well, consider it granted," Jenn said smugly. "Now the real question is, are you going to--"
Clover didn't let them ask any questions. He shoved Jenn against the wall, and any words of resistance or teasing died in Jenn's chest -- at least, for that moment. He kissed them. No, his lips claimed theirs. Clover's hands ran down their body, wanting more, needing more. Needing them.
The kiss broke, and Jenn took the opportunity. "That's all you got? Some making out and what I think is rough handling?"
"N-no," Clover hissed. "Please, um--"
"Please?" Jenn mocked. "Please. You're so polite. You're still just a needy bottom, aren't you? Magnolia may be a great Domme, but she must not be a very good teacher."
Something about that statement made Clover snap. Suddenly, he felt his back slide off its hinges.
"Get on the bed," Clover exhaled, glaring down at Jenn. "D-don't keep me waiting."
"Make me."
"Okay." Clover answered all matter-of-factly. He grabbed Jenn's arm and began dragging them. Jenn could fight back with their words, but they couldn't fight back against Clover's now visibly muscular arms. Clover dragged them into his bedroom, pushing them onto the bed. "Stay... there."
Giving orders felt weird. He couldn't deny that. For years, he was the one taking orders and following them to near perfection. A moment of pause crossed his mind. Did this really feel right?
"Clover?"
Clover blinked. "Y-yeah?"
"Are you doing okay?" Jenn asked softly, breaking character. "Does this feel good for you?"
"I... yeah, it does." He shook his head. "It's just... new."
"New things are hard," Jenn echoed. "What do you want to do with me now? With me all hunched over the bed?"
Clover took a moment to think. Jenn's hands moved down to the hem of their pants as they pulled them down. Their panties were a soft blue, a lacy thong that showed much more than it covered. "Come on, Sir."
Sir.
Clover felt the blood rush up and down his entire body.
"Don't you want to hurt me?"
“I want – I want to hurt you,” he started. “And then I want to fuck your brains out.” He couldn’t believe he was saying these things. It was like he entered some parallel universe. “Do you want that?”
“Yeah, so? I’m right here.”
Clover opened the duffel bag next to him. He pulled out the wooden paddle he practiced so much with. He ran it across Jenn’s panties. “Is this okay?”
“Hit me.”
“Don’t boss me around!” Clover felt his blood begin to boil.
“Then boss me around,” Jenn challenged. “Show me you want to hurt me.”
The first swung came. Clover couldn’t control his arm. It lifted the paddle up, slamming down against Jenn’s left asscheek in a harsh slap. Jenn gasped out, obviously not expecting a slap that harsh.
 “R-right,” Jenn panted. “I forgot about… the muscles.”
 Clover grinned dumbly. He felt like the stupidest, dumbest Dom around. And he loved that. He wanted to ask for permission for another, but realized he didn’t need to. The second slap came down even harder than the first. Jenn clutched the covers tightly. Clover could swear he could see teardrops staining the bed. Adrenaline coursed through his body. Clover never realized being in control could feel so damn amazing.
Clover didn’t stop at two spanks. He kept going, fueled by Jenn’s adorable gasps and cries. Every time they checked in – they knew at least they had to do that even if Magnolia didn’t – Jenn gave an enthusiastic green. Clover asked to pull down their panties, and saw their ass was bruised on every inch.
He could almost feel his legs give out.
But Clover wasn’t done. He leaned over and clawed into Jenn’s body. Clover needed their body. He felt completely feral. Jenn was his prey. He claimed their body as his meat. Even if Clover wouldn’t ever be the kind of Owner Magnolia was to him, he felt an inch of what she probably felt. Mine. Mine. Mine.
Clover placed hard kisses on Jenn’s body, eventually figuring out how to leave marks with his teeth. He left one. Two. Three. Five. Seven. More. Jenn’s cries dried out, leaving them silently begging them for more.
For the most part.
“You’re still…” Jenn croaked.
“Yes?”
“...Just a needy bottom,” Jenn somehow found the energy to challenge. That broke any last thread of submission in Clover, at least for that moment.
SLAP! SLAP, SLAP SLAP!
There. Jenn shut up again. And Clover felt the power rush down his entire body as he realized just how he’d beaten the crap out of Jenn again. But he still wasn’t done. Clover ran a hand down the front of Jenn’s body, reaching down their waist, to their sweet sex. He didn’t have to ask if it was okay, but he did, and Jenn relented. Clover slid two fingers effortlessly into Jenn’s cunt, fingerfucking their wet pussy as he used their thumb to stimulate their clit. They were messy, untrained at specifically this, but the passion made it worth it. 
Jenn’s body convulsed as they came within seconds. Feeling someone climax on Clover, because of Clover… he never could guess how good it would feel. Clover swore he almost came himself.
“How was that?” Clover panted, almost as worn out as Jenn seemed. The hormones began to crash in him.
“For a first time? Excellent,” Jenn pulled up her pants and turned around, embracing Clover in a hug. Clover returned it, not realizing until then how much he needed it. “You’re only going to get better too… aren’t you?”
Clover grinned. “Of course.” For him. And for his Mistress.
~~
Jenn left after some aftercare, and Clover’s Mistress came home after work. Magnolia flicked his head again.
“Ow,” Clover murmured. For a split second they felt something bubble in him, wanting to protest or tell her to stop doing that. The feeling died quicker than it came. What was Magnolia doing to him? Whatever she wanted, obviously.
“I trust things went well?” Magnolia asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh, yeah, um… very, very, very good, Mistress.” He fidgeted with his fingers nervously. Any ounce of toppiness he had less than an hour ago had completely vanished in his Mistress’ presence. “Thank you for um, teaching me.”
“Of course. I want my plaything to learn only from the best.”
Clover giggled nervously. He completely forgot about the forehead flicking thing she kept doing. He didn’t think it particularly mattered.
~~
        "You've been doing a good job with the physical aspects of domination. Now, to teach you the mental parts."
Magnolia wasn't wrong. Lessons were going great so far. They'd covered impact, rough handling, pinning someone down, bondage, and even a bit of rope. Rope was by far the hardest for Clover, who kept getting fumbled by the myriad of steps. Magnolia had him learn five knots, all increasing in difficulty -- mostly because she got to laugh at them while he struggled.
"The mental parts?" Clover asked, before taking another bite of his sandwich.
"Yes. Degradation. Orders. Humiliation. That kind of thing."
Clover's eyes widened. He finished the bite of his sandwich and asked a question. "W-will you teach me how to hypnotize someone, Mistress?"
Magnolia smirked. "I thought you'd ask. And the answer is no."
Clover deflated. "C-can I ask why, Mistress?"
"Hypnosis is a skill that takes time, effort, and a lot of practice. I don't have enough hours in my day to explain it to you slowly enough, and as many times as you need me to."
"Oh," Clover sighed. "I'm sorry, Mistress."
She elected to ignore the unwarranted apology. "But if you push your two brain cells together hard enough, you may be able to understand the other things you just love bottoming for. So, I'm going to teach you how to take control over someone mentally next."
Clover forced a smile. "Well, that sounds fun, too."
"It is. I enjoy it a lot, you stupid, idiotic ditz. That's why it's so fun controlling you and laughing at you with every opportunity I get." The subby trans guy flustered, forgetting whatever he was going to say next. "See? Look at you. It's fun," she teased.
They both finished their meals, taking a moment to digest before Magnolia dragged Clover into the bedroom.
And Clover half-expected what she did next. Of course, she flicked his forehead again.
"Ouch!" he scowled. "S-stop doing that!"
Clover clasped his hands over his mouth as Magnolia's face twisted with fury. He immediately knew he fucked up, even instinctively. The blood fell out of his face.
"Did you just talk back to me?" she exhaled.
"No--"
"And now you just lied to me! Forget dominance lessons for a minute. I have to set you straight now."
And then she did. Clover's ass bruised all over, his back and chest covered in scratch marks -- some resulting in breakage of skin. Not that a bit of blood made her stop the punishment. He was insulted, degraded, and sternly reassured of his real position. He was still a stupid dumb plaything, no matter how toppy he felt.
After his punishment (and a non-zero amount of bandages), Magnolia held him tightly. Possessively. It was meant to be comforting, and to anyone except Clover, it wouldn’t be. She petted his hair tenderly, running her fingers through it. She asked him how he was feeling, and he responded with a series of incoherent murmurs. After enough time, she released him, and got back to their original topic.
Not before flicking his forehead. He almost instinctively told her off again. Almost.
“Now,” she inhaled. “This might be a bit difficult for you. To mentally dominate someone, you need confidence. I want you to throw any inhibitions you might have out the window – with other people, not me.”
“Uh…” Clover fidgeted nervously. “I-I’ll try my best, Mistress.”
“You will, and you will do your best. Because I’m telling you to.” 
She grabbed something off her shelf – a wooden mannequin, mostly made for artists. Clover wanted to ask why and how she had something like that, but he got the feeling he wouldn’t get an answer he’d be satisfied with. She placed it on the bed.
“The first thing you’ll do is insult this toy,” she explained. “Go on.”
Clover gulped and hit it with his best shot.
“You… um, ugly, stupid, um… toy?”
Magnolia sighed and placed a disappointed hand to her head. “A start, I suppose.”
        Clover averted his eyes. “I’m sorry, Mistress.”
        “Try again,” she said, firmly holding his body in place. “No holding back. Ditz.”
        Clover tried again. And again. With every insult, he developed more and more of a new vocabulary. He could hardly wait to use all of these cruel words on Jenn – or whichever other sub he wanted to mindfuck. Magnolia slapped him every time he stammered or stuttered. But soon enough, Clover whipped out insults as if they were second nature.
        Thinking about saying all this to Jenn, and envisioning Jenn’s flustered, degraded face… the power rush felt overpowering.
        “Good work, plaything,” Magnolia praised. “Now you can see why this is so fun for me.”
        Clover chuckled. “I think I get it now, yeah.”
~~
        Things with Jenn were going great.
        It had only been a week and a half, but Jenn was coming over almost every other day, eager for more. With each session, Clover continued to segue into the dominant role. Every session felt more natural, more confident, more exciting – for both of them. Clover tested any and all skills he’d learn on Jenn. And Jenn happily accepted, even for the kinks they weren’t as enthusiastic about.
        Jenn loved the degradation, though. After one session where Clover called them a ‘stupid, needy slut who’s just a glutton for pain’ – “I think you’ve gotten better than Magnolia,” they teased, which Clover immediately denied.
        Clover’s sex drive hadn’t retreated in the slightest. All of his free time was spent touching himself, or trying not to. Thankfully, Magnolia would lift the ‘no touching or cumming’ rule whenever Jenn was over. And even more luckily, Jenn was coming over that day.
        Clover greeted Jenn at the door. Or… Jenn, and someone else? Clover blinked, looking over the newcomer in surprise. They had bright pink hair, tanned olive skin, a crop top over fishnets covering their whole body neck down, short shorts and platform boots that added an extra six inches to their height.
        “Hey, handsome,” Jenn grinned. “This is Finn. I’ve… been telling xir about you, and xe was interested in… meeting you,” they winked.
        “H-hi,” Finn smiled nervously. “I’m, um, it’s nice to meet you. I, uh, you’re really cute.”
        Clover felt like they were looking at himself in the mirror. Was this how he acted around Magnolia? Xe was all but verbally keysmashing. It – xe – was so… cute, charming, and most importantly, toppable. Clover’s heart rate doubled. “So, you, um, want me to domme xir?”
        “Oh, I was more thinking you could Domme both of us,” Jenn suggested.
        Even better.
        “Yes.” Clover nodded eagerly. He didn’t even care to get to know the subby-looking femboy first. He tilted his head towards the bedroom, and already Jenn and Finn rushed in. Clover haphazardly grabbed the toy bag from their cabinet and slammed the door shut. A part of him felt bad he only knew two things about Finn before deciding to fuck xir, but it didn’t matter. Finn wanted to get fucked by him. And that gave Clover more than enough power.
        Clover grabbed two sets of handcuffs, and two sets of ankle cuffs. He cuffed Jenn first. And then Finn. And then he looked at them triumphantly. Clover couldn’t wipe the sadistic grin off his face. He wanted to fuck them. He wanted to take his frustration out on both of them.
        Clover threw his clothes aside in a couple of seconds. He sat on the bed. His harness was already on with the largest, thickest strap on his Mistress bought him. Grabbing his new subs’ foreheads, he pushed them to their knees, and then uttered two words to them. “Worship me.”
        And they both happily complied. Jenn took one thigh, Finn took the other, and they both eventually reached the strap on. Clover pressed the button on it and felt the vibrations rush through him. He clutched onto the sheets for dear life. It was impossible to tell which was hotter – the sight of two hot subs obediently sucking him off, or the way his dick felt physically attached to him as the pleasure surged.
        “You two are so hot,” Clover panted. The dominance took over him. He had no more inhibitions. Whatever lessons Magnolia was giving him, they were working. “I-I love having two sluts I can boss around as much as I want. Tell me you’re grateful for me.”
        They both thanked Clover, who moaned in response. “G-get on with it,” he urged. “Harder. Edge yourselves while you’re… while you’re at it.” Normally, he would have added a ‘please’. But he didn’t. Why should he have? They wanted to be Dommed and fucked and passed around. Hell, Clover had to wonder if it’d be possible to share this new person with Mistress. She’d probably love xir.
        Eventually, Clover came. Once, twice, three times. His body shivered, but his dominance didn’t waiver. He didn’t allow either Jenn or Finn to cum. He had no reason to – Clover got off on their denial. Once he was done, and Jenn and Finn were sufficiently edged and denied, he uncuffed them. They all cuddled as the adrenaline subsided. And only then, finally, did the toppy Clover begin getting to know Finn.
~~
        After two weeks since Clover’s initial request, Jenn came over, ready to be presented as a willing fucktoy to both Clover and Clover’s Mistress. The previously hard-sub had learned so much, and topping had become a regular thing for him. He couldn’t see himself ever going back to never topping again. Ever.
        Jenn came dressed in the sluttiest, skimpiest outfit they could have put together. Clover made a degrading comment about it, making Jenn blush and Magnolia chuckle.
        Magnolia sat at the desk chair, watching silently. Clover began by shoving Jenn onto the mattress. Her eyes widened a bit, surprised by seeing her submissive's dominant streak in action.
Already, Clover had Jenn whimpering on the bed, just from manhandling them and slapping them across the cheeks a few times. "Get on the bed, plaything," Clover ordered. Jenn hastily got up onto the bed, their body shivering in anticipation as Clover climbed on top of them.
The trans boy already had some toys out for grabs. He got off of his sub and began caning her legs mercilessly. Jenn was given a brief reprieve of quiet, save for their sobbing. Clover didn't let it last long, though -- he grabbed the paddle *and* flogger, and slammed Jenn over the already created woundings.
Clover insulted them. In a million different ways. He insulted their intellect, their sexual streak, their subbiness, and their lack of willpower to disobey or fight back against Clover. He called them a dumb idiot, a slutty whore, a glutton for intense pain, and 'my' toy. His toy. Clover thrived off of the brief glimpse of ownership he got. It didn't matter that he was the one owned by someone else, not in the slightest. For this scene, he owned Jenn. Jenn was his fucktoy. And he was going to make the absolute most out of every second.
Clover pushed Jenn back onto their stomach and continued slamming the bruises and scars into them. He scratched. Bit. Hit. Made them scream and cry out for more. Clover could swear the begging was the hottest thing -- the fact someone wanted him. Not because of Clover's typical mindless obedience. Someone wanted him -- many people wanted him, in fact -- and they wanted specifically for him to top, Domme, and fuck them mercilessly.
He was happy to comply. Pushing Jenn over one more time, he leaned down and began eating them out. That was too light of a phrase, though, as he essentially tortured their clit with his rough lips and teeth. Edging Jenn over and over. Edging them until they couldn't speak or think or form a coherent sentence. Every second Clover spent Domming Jenn, he grew more attached to the feeling. Dominance was like a drug for him, just as strong if not stronger than the testosterone and adrenaline coursing through his entire body. Once he got a taste of topping someone, that was it.
He lifted his head and took out the strap on. Continuing to edge Jenn with his fingers, he slid the dick into Jenn's cunt, fucking her until her brains melted out of her ears. He edged them ten, twenty, thirty times -- possibly more. Until Jenn's intervals were only a few milliseconds long.
Jenn's body exploded. So did Clover's. Once they both rode their orgasms out, Clover's body collapsed on Jenn's. He floated in a dreamy bliss. This was excellent. This was what he wanted out of Jenn. Or really, any needy sub that would throw themself at Clover's mercy.
~~
        “I have to admit, plaything…” Magnolia inhaled. “You’ve impressed me. When you first brought up the idea of topping to me, I thought you were joking or trying to impress me. But no.” She played with his hair, making Clover smile confidently. “You’ve learned well, and I have to admit… training you into being a top has been hot for me, as well.”
        “Thank you, Mistress,” Clover beamed. “I’ve got much, much more in me, trust me.”
        Magnolia chuckled. “Well, don’t get too ahead of yourself. You need to keep in mind – always, at every second – that I own you. And you have to do exactly as I say. Remember, idiot?”
        Clover’s face dropped into a scowl. “Y-yeah, Mistress.” He scratched the back of his head anxiously. “I’m – I’m glad you think I’ve done well.”
        “Oh, more than well. You did excellently. And you’ve put me in a certain mood.”
        Magnolia manipulated his body and shoved him onto the bed. Clover struggled, harder than usual, trying to gain back the dominance he’d grown so proud of.
        “I think you’ve been enjoying your new trigger quite a bit,” Magnolia chuckled.
        “New… trigger?” Clover’s struggling voice came muffled through the mattress.
        “Oh, I suppose I’ve never told you,” Magnolia feigned innocence. “That forehead flicking I’ve been doing? I’ve been in control, this whole damn time, over whether you’ve felt toppy or subby. It’s been very, very hot, and one I’m proud of.”
        “I- you never told me, Mistress!”
        “And do I have to?” Magnolia smirked, though Clover couldn’t see. “I’m going to now spend some time reminding you who’s really in charge.”
        She flipped Clover onto their back. Clover fully expected her to flick his forehead, but… she didn’t. “So- are you going to use it, then? Turn me back into a needy sub?”
        “Nah,” Magnolia said as she leaned into them threateningly. “I don’t need your trigger to remind you that I own every part of you.”
        Magnolia whispered into his ear. Clover could feel her smirk.
        “I know how to do that in other ways.”