Casey stood in the empty lounge room, facing towards the wall. Her arms crossed around her chest, her face laid in a pout as her mind raced. A couple of weeks ago, she saw an innocent-looking advertisement -- a way to repay her debts easily and live a more secure life. Hours after she signed up, she regretted not thinking it through -- at least, that was her last thought before a mystery figure knocked her out and she saw herself being dragged into a van.

That was a couple of weeks ago. She pieced together some stray bits of information she could get. Casey was at some kind of auction house, and she was the item on sale. She, and many other people, it seemed. At first, she felt shocked by the situation -- that sounded like something that'd be in a sci-fi novel, or in a terrible B movie. Real life rich people were obviously evil, but she never would have guessed that evil.

Most of her days she laid on her admittedly comfortable bed, in her admittedly nice room, letting the days pass her by. She was brought up for sale a few times, but got no bids. Earlier that day, though, her cell door opened. A guard told her someone had put a reserve on her to see how good she really was.

"I'll show them how good I really am," Casey grumbled as she was led away. Come to think of it, she never got a good look of the place aside from her prison. The estate was much larger than she'd imagined. Definitely looked like the kind of place millionaires and billionaires would frequent. Casey rolled her eyes thinking this, before being pushed into a spare lounge room. The door slammed shut behind her, leaving her to her devices. Room had a queen sized bed, a smooth couch, and a drawer of which she could only guess the contents of. Casey sighed and stared at the wall, hoping her prospective buyer would no-show.

Unfortunately, luck wasn't on her side that day.

Casey's head swung to the door, her scowl clear as daylight. Someone much fancier than she could have guessed walked in. Casey didn't know why, but she was expecting someone to come in with a hoodie and jeans. At least this person was a lady. She couldn't bear the idea of being bought by a cishet guy.

"Casey, is it?" Was all the woman gave her for a greeting. Casey wanted to wipe the smug smile off of her lips -- especially with how this lady seemed to try and hide it.

"...Yeah." Casey knew it'd be unwise to say anything else, so she left her with that.

The woman walked towards her. Every step the sound of her heels grew louder. "You know," she started, "it'd do you well to face me when I talk to you. You wouldn't want to spend another evening in this dump, would you?" The lady was mocking her. Casey could tell. "I've heard you haven't had much luck getting someone to purchase you."

Fuck off, was all Casey wanted to say to her. She couldn't help it -- she said something vaguely similar. "That's all you rich people care about, isn't it? Buying your way through life, taking advantage of those who don't have the kind of privilege you have."

Casey fully turned to face the lady. God, that confident grin pissed her off so much. "I think I understand why now," she responded. "Well, don't worry too much. I have some ways to tame that tongue of yours."

"What's your name?" Casey spat, refusing to acknowledge that last sentence.

"Amusing of you to assume that I’m going to just tell you my name because you oh so politely asked,” she mocked back. That intentionally high-pitched voice she did at the end made Casey’s blood boil.

“Just answer the damn que–”

Whatever Casey had to say next flew out of her lungs as her prospective buyer snatched her by the shoulders. Casey didn’t even have time to blink before she felt herself slammed against the wall. With the space between their bodies drastically closer, Casey really got a feel for how much taller this woman was over her. Her black heels only made that feeling more dynamic. When the lady spoke, it was in a much less mocking and much more impatient, angry tone than before.

“I’m telling you absolutely fucking nothing until I’m one hundred percent sure I want you,” she growled in Casey’s ear, holding her chin still. “So, if you want that information, or any semblance of freedom from here, you ought to start doing as I say.”

The sudden shift in the tone of her voice froze Casey. Casey’s heart nearly stopped, and she felt something twitch in her. That alone – the fact she was any way turned on by this horrible situation – made Casey feel tenfold worse.

"W-whatever," Casey fumbled out of her grasp. The lady made it shockingly easy for Casey to weasel her way out. "I don't want anything to do with you. I don't care if I have to live out the rest of my days in this cell -- it'd be better than spending another second with you!"

Casey was about to bolt past her to the door. Once again, she was stopped in her tracks – by her hair. She was dragged back to the lady, the air taken straight from her chest.

“Enough fooling around,” she said through gritted teeth. “Why don’t I show you who’s really in charge around here?”

Casey’s head tilted up by the hair, any words of protest felt strangled behind her lips. The lady gently guided her onto the bed, sitting both of them down. She kept Casey’s eyes pointed straight at her. It felt like Casey’s soul was being stared into with those brown, powerful eyes. She had nowhere else to look but into her captor’s stunning eyes.

“First, let’s lay some ground rules,” she started to speak again. “You won’t know my name… at least, not for now. So, I’ll be Mistress M to you, and that’s only how you’ll refer to me as. Understood?”

Casey wanted to fight back. She really did. But all she could do was nod. It was like this woman had gotten control of her brain, keeping it held in place like a moth trying to fly away. And the woman – Mistress M, at least for this night – laughed at her like she was a mouse trapped in a cage.

“See? It’s not hard to obey. It’s so easy, after all. All you have to do is listen to my words and do as I say. Life is much easier, I’ve been told, when you have someone stronger than you to do all the hard parts for you. Isn’t that nice of me?”

“Y-yes,” Casey whimpered. Where had all her strength gone? All of her willpower to fight back against this sadistic woman in this threatening power dynamic? It had all vanished, leaving Casey an obedient husk.

Her Mistress laughed at her once again. Casey began to feel used to it – no, she started enjoying it. Hearing her Mistress laugh, knowing she was mocking the weaker, more pathetic girl in front of her… it set something off in Casey. Did she… enjoy this? The thought of that was absurd to her, but the longer she spent in the same room as Mistress, the more she wanted to be mocked and degraded like the dumb slut she was.

“So I’m going to take your mind,” the lady started, holding her other hand in front of Casey’s eyes. Casey stared ahead as her fingers twirled, her hand moving back and forth. Casey could do nothing but follow. Her eyes were glued. “And maybe I’ll tweak it a little. But more importantly, I’m going to be doing all the thinking for you. You won’t get a single word or protest in. Because, Casey, that’s how it should be. That’s just how your life needs to be – controlled. Because…”

Her Mistress leaned into Casey’s ear, and whispered something equally sinister next. “Because that’s how I’m deciding your life should be from now on.”

Distantly, Casey felt the need to ask some kind of dumb question, but her Mistress bulldozed over that urge. “So I’m going to need you to let all of your brain cells, all of your neurons just… go down the drain. They won’t be needed for now. I’ll be holding onto them if I think you should get them back. But for now, you’re just going to be my–”, her hair was tugged harder, “dumb–”, even harder, “plaything.”

Casey murmured a moan at her possessive words, her entire body shivering. She couldn't help it. She was *excited*. And moreover, she could physically feel it, the way her brain cells shut off. Leaving only a few awake for blinking, breathing, and obeying. But a  bit of her stayed awake. Awake enough to try to resist, at least. "N...nooooo..."

Her Mistress raised an eyebrow. "No?" She didn't sound angry. She sounded curious. "Who gave you the right to use that word in front of me? You sure won't need to be able to disobey me anymore, either. Let it fall down the drain, with everything else. It's okay, it won't hurt," her voice turned back to its usual sinister tone. "I'll give it back to you if I feel like it."

Casey shook her head, trying her damndest to stay awake. Hell if she was going to go down that easily. "N...n..." Sure enough, though, she couldn't say 'no' anymore. Whatever. She could find other ways to protest. She wasn't a complete bimbo, at least, not yet. "I... I can't... do this..."

M gripped Casey's hair tighter, eliciting some pathetic moans from her lips. Casey was quickly becoming a dumb ditz, and she was sure sounding like it too. "Yes, you can, because I'm telling you to. You don't have to think, plaything. Thinking hurts. It's so much easier and more fun to let me do the thinking for you. You won't need to worry about if what's going on is right or wrong. It doesn't matter. All that matters is obeying me, and kindly shutting your brain off for me."

Casey murmured what felt like another protest, but what came out like a bunch of dumb groans. She felt stupid. No. She was stupid. With the last few brain cells left in her brain... she giggled. Casey didn't know why, but something about this situation was just so funny. And besides, it felt good to giggle.

"That's it," M smirked. "Laugh and giggle all you want, like the silly ditz you are. All you'll know soon is how to be stupid and obey my orders... so long as I say the words 'stop thinking, slut'. Once your brain turns off, you'll just be a dumb slut whose holes are ready to be used by whoever wants them. And if I ever want to hear you speak a coherent sentence again -- not that I think that'll happen -- you're going to hear the words 'wake up, ditz', and you'll arise with all your brain cells intact. If I'm feeling generous. And if I'm not... will you complain?"

"Mmm-mm," Casey giggled and shook her head. Still, despite everything, she couldn't say the word 'no'.

"Exactly," M lightened the grip on Casey's hair as a small reward. "So, once I drop your head, the triggers I've given you are going to sink in fully. There will be no escape for you. None."

"Oooookay," Casey droned out.

"Well then... no time like the present, I'd say."

And Casey felt her head drop.

Slowly, Casey's head rose on its own, meeting Mistress M's annoyingly smug face. Casey's head felt lighter than a feather. She didn't feel as if anything was actually inside it -- in a way, she kind of felt like a puppet. Mistress M's puppet, that is.

Casey never thought being dumb could make her feel so dang happy. 

Casey didn’t feel the need to resist or fight back anymore. She couldn’t even remember why she did in the first place. After all, she felt calm and obedient and ditzy now, and more importantly, sitting in front of her was a sexy, mean-looking, dominant lady. “Oh, my gosh,” Casey gasped, drool dripping from the corner of her slack jaw. “You’re, like, soooooo hot.”

"Thank you," M chuckled. "I've spent a lot of time -- and a lot of money -- perfecting how I look. I'd say you could do with a nice makeover, too."

"Hmmm?" Casey looked down and frowned. She wore a black and white long-sleeved dress that went a bit past her knees, along with cute black flats with bat wings and a white and red collar. Black tights with white ribbons covered her legs. It seemed like a pretty cute punk-ish outfit, which was basically what she liked. "What's, like, wrong with it?"

"What do you think?" M snapped. "You're covering basically every inch of your body. If you're going to be my property, I'm going to want access to you whenever I want. Meaning I won't want to waste time going through all your clothes."

"Oh. Duh," Casey giggled. "Of course, that makes like, so much more sense. Um... should I, like, um..." Casey blushed, pushing her knees together bashfully.

M sighed impatiently, scowling down at Casey. "Should you take your clothes off? Yes, idiot, of course you should." She snapped her fingers. "Down to your lingerie - put on a show for me."

"Okay, Mistress!" Casey said enthusiastically as she  stood up from the bed. M generously released the grip on her hair -- gosh, Casey forgot her hand was even there, and the thought of that made her hotter. The punk girl blushed, slowly stripping off her dress first. She was about to throw it on the ground, but then got the impression M wouldn't like that. So, she placed it on the bed, and folded it neatly. M nodded in approval. Casey almost came from that alone.

She then slipped off the flats. Casey stood at a good five foot five inches -- not too tall, but not too short either. Next came her leggings, leaving Casey's bottom half bare save for her red and black panties. Her bra matched, of course -- despite her debt, she still had a few extra dollars to spend on a matching lingerie set. And if this Mistress were to buy her, then Casey would probably get more. At least, she hoped.

She twitched inside of her panties. Being stupid was hot, but being stupid while stripping for her Mistress, desperate for her to fuck poor little Casey? That was even more scintillating.

"Good, good," M smirked, eyeing Casey up and down. Casey shivered a bit in the sudden cold. She hadn't been naked in front of someone before -- aside from the many auctions where she'd be blindfolded, finding herself waiting to be bid on. But her Mistress... she seemed interested. And Casey wanted to do whatever she could to make sure she'd get bought.

"I think this brings us to phase two." M suddenly stood up, walking over to Casey.

Before Casey could ask anymore questions, M grabbed her shoulders and fiercely shoved her up against the wall. She pressed Casey against the drywall, approaching her even closer than Casey could comprehend. The way her breath grazed Casey’s face made her feel small, weak, pathetic, and horny as fuck.

"Beg."

Casey swore her brain short circuited right then and there. The next things that came out of her mouth were a jumbled mess that surely proved the strength her brain had left. Once again, she giggled.

“Um…” Casey twirled her hair dumbly. “What, like, do you want me to beg for?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” M scowled. “Beg for me to fuck you.”

“Oh! Of course! I’m, like, so silly!” Casey knocked on her head for emphasis. M clutched Casey’s shoulder impatiently, digging her claws into it. At least she laughed at Casey for the show of ditziness. “I, like, really want to get fucked by you! Please, please pin me down and fuck me hard!”

“Oh, isn’t that better? Go on.”

“Um, like, I’m just a needy fucktoy, y’know? And you’re, like, soooooo hot. Like, really really hot. So, um, doesn’t it make sense for you to want to fuck me too?” Casey’s eyes wavered as she waited for M to make another move. “Please, Mistress, fuck me, please, please, please, pretty please!”

M smirked down at Casey. The height difference instilled fear in Casey, and that only made her feel hotter. M easily towered over her, even without the… three? Four? Inch heels she wore. “You’re almost there. Why do you want me to fuck you?”

“B-be…because, um, I…” Casey blinked. She didn’t think that far.

“Come on, this one is easy, even you can get it. You want something from me, something I can give you. Or… something I can take from you, rather. What is it?”

“Um…” Casey giggled. “My, um, tight holes?”

M sighed in exasperation. “At least you talk like a filthy bimbo slut. No, you idiot, you want me to own you. You want me to buy you and make you my plaything, forever, so you can spend the rest of your life serving me. Right?”

Casey didn’t quite know if that was right… but M was saying so, and she sounded confident, so it must have been true. “Oh, yeah, that totally makes sense! So, um, if you own me, you get to fuck me as many times as you want. So, um, I think you should totally buy me and make me your… your… um…”

“My plaything,” M finished the sentence. “There you go. Was that hard? Did I make your head hurt?”

Casey had to think on that one. “Um… I do actually have a headac–”

SLAP!

“Shut up. I don’t actually care.”

"Oh," Casey giggled again. "That makes total sense."

"Of course it does." M leaned closer to Casey, dangerously close, her lips almost grazing the tips of Casey's ears. "I think I've decided. I *am* going to buy you."

Casey's eyes widened, like she was presented with the most exciting opportunity of a lifetime. "R-really? You, like, you'll do that?"

"Do I look like the kind of person who lies?" M spat.

Casey shook her head, fear instilled back in her heart -- not that she was smart enough to notice that.

"So, you're coming home with me, and you're going to be trained to be an obedient slut -- my obedient slut. I won't let any little protests of yours stand in my way. Because the second you disobey me or fight back is the second I throw you back into the streets like some common whore, or even better, sell you to someone else myself. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," Casey chuckled again, her voice trembling nervously. "I, like, totally get it."

M grinned wickedly. "Good. See? It didn't take too much to mold your mind a little. You've always been some sad, weak, pathetic girl who just needs someone stronger to do all the hard work."

Casey didn't have a second to respond to that, as M grabbed her body and threw her onto the bed like some stress toy. Casey whimpered as she looked up as M, who quietly went over to the drawer and began rummaging through.

"Now, which one should I use..." M mused. Finally, it looked like she landed on a decision. From the drawer, she pulled out a spreader bar, a set of leather handcuffs, and a magic wand. Casey's face flushed a deep red, and she could already feel her clit twitching in anticipation.

"So. Obviously you're a stupid bimbo. But I'm going to drain your mind a bit further to the point you won't even be able to use your words anymore. Sounds fun?"

"Please, please, please fuck me hard," Casey whimpered, staring directly at the magic wand. "I like, have been waiting for you for, like, forever."

M sat down next to Casey and began strapping her limbs into the restraints. She handcuffed her wrists first, making sure they wouldn't get loose without the key M took out from them. The next thing Casey felt were her legs spread apart, an indecent amount, and her ankles being strapped into the spreader bar -- leaving her panties visible, a visible wet spot in them. Casey murmured a bunch of excited pants and moans. She could hardly wait. It took all of her energy not to grab her new Owner and force her to fuck the poor slut.

M, of course, happily obliged anyways. She placed the vibrator to Casey's crotch, agonizingly turning it to the lowest setting.

"So, now that I've decided to purchase you, I think it's time you should know my name, don't you think?"

"Mhhmmmmm," Casey droned out, drool sliding from the corners of her desperate lips. "Please, please, fuck me-- I, um, I mean, tell me your name!"

M pressed the vibrator harder into Casey, turning it up a notch. Casey felt herself melting, already reaching the brink of orgasm. M took the vibrator off, not letting her get her climax that easily.

M grabbed Casey's chin and forced her to face her Owner's eyes. "Magnolia," M whispered. "That's my name. Aren't you grateful to know it?"

"Yesssss," Casey nodded vigorously. It took all her strength not to look back down at the vibrating wand.

"Say it," Magnolia ordered. "Say. My. Name."

"Mag, um... Mag-nah..."

"Maaaaag-noooo-liiiii-aaaa," she repeated. "Is that too many syllables for you, you stupid ditz?"

“N-no, it’s, it’s not!” Casey protested. She was so fucking horny, though, she couldn’t really pay attention to how many syllables her Mistress’ name was. Nor could she tear her eyes away from the vibrator. “Mag…no…l– mmmf!”

Just as Casey was about to get it right, Magnolia replaced the vibrator onto her panties, stealing whatever words Casey had left away.

Casey once again devolved into an incomprehensible set of moans and pleads. Magnolia just let her attempt to form a coherent thought. After all, for her, it must have been hot to watch Casey completely humiliate herself. Beads of sweat dropped down Casey's forehead. Her entire body ached for release, begging for Magnolia to please, please let her cum.

"We're not leaving," Magnolia hissed. "Until you can say my name properly. You wouldn't want to disappoint me, would you?"

"N-noooo, Mistress M...Mag, um, Magn..."

"Come on," Magnolia growled, turning the vibrator onto an even higher setting. "I've left enough intelligence in you to at least do that. Beg and moan all you want, we're not leaving until I get what I want. After all, what use do I have for a plaything who can't even say my name correctly?"

"I, um, I don't know," Casey felt herself tear up with every word she attempted to say correctly. Even one syllable words broke her feeble brain, how in the world could she pronounce a four-syllable name? Casey was too stupid for that. Magnolia made her too stupid. And Casey got the feeling she wasn't going to get smart again until she gave her prospective Owner what she wanted.

"Alright, fine, I'll make this easier," Magnolia sighed. "Repeat after me. I'll go as slowly as you apparently need to."

"O-okay," Casey cried out as the vibrator raised two notches, to the highest setting. The poor subby ditzy girl felt herself melting into the mattress, but she knew she wasn't going to get let off the hook that easily. And she wanted it that way - not to mention, she also really, really wanted to climax.

"Mag-" she started, droning the syllable out so Casey might get it.

"Mag..." Casey's lips shook. Her chin completely covered in her own drool.

"No."

"N-no..."

"Li."

"Liiiii..." Casey tried to focus. She tried her hardest. But she was slowly losing it, especially with how Magnolia pressed the vibrator as close to her crotch as she physically could. Casey's hips bucked against the vibrator. Desperate. Aching. Just like some kind of bitch and heat.

"A."

Casey nodded and repeated the last syllable. If she were being honest, she didn't even know what she was saying anymore. Casey distantly knew it was a name, and something to do with her owner... but the last of her dying brain cells couldn't even put two and two together.

"Magnolia. Say it."

Casey forced the cogs in her mind to work. "Magnolia," she finally repeated, her voice barely above a breathy whisper. Her body slowly broke into pieces, ready to be remolded by her new Owner. Within seconds, Casey completely forgot the name she just verbalized. Oh well.

"That's it. That's my name, plaything. And you're going to get quite used to screaming it regularly," her Owner chuckled.

Just as Casey felt ready to release, Magnolia pulled the vibrator off of her. Casey's mouth opened, ready to protest, but... for some reason, she couldn't. Her brain just couldn't form the words to fight back, to beg Magnolia to do something she didn't want to do. Casey was powerless in front of this strong lady, this woman who was powerful enough to make Casey her property. Magnolia turned off the vibrator, looking down at Casey with pity.

"Good girl," she commended.

"Thank you, Mistress," Casey whimpered. She completely forgot what she was going to complain about... it must not have been very important. The only important thing in her life now was serving her Mistress. Making her happy. Being her dedicated servant. Casey giggled at the thought. Whatever meaning her life had before mattered much, much less than the purpose it did now.

Magnolia stood up, grabbing Casey by the hair and pulling her to her feet by it. "Let's get going," she started. "But... you're a bit too awake for my tastes. It'd be better if I put you back in trance for the ride back, wouldn't it?"

"Yeaaaah," Casey nodded. The light in her eyes had gone dim, the smile on her lips ditzy and dopey and obedient.

"And why would that be better?"

"Because... um... it means... you get to play with me on the way back?"

Magnolia released Casey's hair, and ruffled it gently. Like she was a prized pet or glistening trophy. "Exactly. You can learn - how reassuring."

The last thing Casey heard before she fell back into a deep unconsciousness was, "then drop for me."

~~

When Casey came to, the first thing she noticed was that she could think again. And not just about obeying and cumming and being stupid -- she could actually form coherent thoughts. Casey next noticed she was laying on some kind of... couch? It was oddly comfortable... she felt herself drifting back to sleep. For some reason, she didn't think falling back asleep would be the best option right now. So, she sat up, and took her surroundings into account.

An... apartment. A pretty small one. In fact, it seemed more like a large walk in closet than an apartment. It was one bedroom, plus a tiny bathroom that looked impossible to fit in. The apartment oddly enough, was furnished with some quite lovely furniture, and even had a functional kitchen.

And standing in front of Casey was Magnolia. Oh, right. The events of... god, who knows how much time had passed? Whatever it was, they hit her like a truck, and Casey felt a headache coming back on.

"Where..." she started, readjusting herself and looking up at Magnolia. Fuck. She still wanted to wipe the smug smile off her lips. "Where am I? What did you do to me?"

"What did I do to you? Nothing, and I won't be doing much else."

Casey raised an eyebrow as Magnolia sauntered over to one of the closets -- one of the *two* closets, that was. She swung it open, revealing two sets of clothings  -- one with fancy business or business casual attire, mostly in those boring colors Casey hated so much. The other filled with skimpy goth clothes that would barely cover any of Casey's body. Casey stood up, bewildered, and more importantly -- confused.

"I don't understand," Casey gaped.

"Yeah, well, I did that to you," Magnolia chuckled.

"What... what are your plans for me?"

"Nothing," she answered casually. "I lied about buying you. What I bought was your freedom."

Casey's eyes widened. Okay, now she was even more confused. She stood up and looked around the apartment. Magnolia... didn't buy all this for her, did she? Not after spending -- god, however much Casey's body sold for? She felt herself gag wondering how much Magnolia dropped on her. Casey couldn't figure out if she was angry or... worse, grateful.

"I've paid off your debts and your rent and bills for three months while you get set up. I've secured a spot at one of my friend's companies for you to be their... assistant," she smirked, handing Casey what seemed to be... some kind of business card, with a phone number circled on it.

"But..." Casey rubbed her eyes. Her temples seared with pain. "I thought you wanted to own me?"

"Oh, I was just playing with you. You wouldn't be a good match for me. But I was interested in you, plaything. So, I'm curious to see what you'll make out of your life. Call this a personal investment."

"I'm... I just, this is all so--"

*Snap!*

Casey blinked, the world around her shifting. Within milliseconds, she returned to the state Magnolia put her in at the auction house. Stupid, dumb, ditzy... all fun words that could describe Casey. And more importantly, she wanted to fuck, or get fucked, by anyone who wanted to put their hands on her.

Casey giggled. "Um, what was I, like, saying?"

"You were questioning me. Which you probably shouldn't be doing since I can just as easily take all this away from you."

"Huh? What does that, like, even mean?"

Magnolia chuckled and brushed Casey's black hair out of her eyes. She felt patronized, and she *loved* that. "Don't worry your pretty head about it."

Before Casey could ask anymore stupid questions, she *snapped* again. Casey's mind shifted again, feeling as if it turned to jelly from the amount of brainwashing Magnolia had apparently done. It was hard to believe she did all this in a short amount of time... then again, Casey couldn't really figure out how long it'd been.

All Casey knew now, was that she was ready to serve her boss. She looked at the business card again, an obedient smile on her face. "So, do I call this number, and begin working here?"

"Yes, exactly. Such a good corporate drone, aren't you? With an attitude like that, I wouldn't be surprised if you work there for a very long time. They do want employees who care about their mission, you know."

"But of course! Any company would! And I'm willing to help with that mission. I'm happy to be the perfect model employee." Whatever Casey was saying didn't quite feel like things she would say... but it didn't matter. She was going off to serve someone -- or someones -- and that was all that was important to her. Service, whether in a sexual way or in a business way.

"Good. So the conditioning worked."

*Snap!*

Once again, Casey shifted. But this time, she shifted back to normal - or, what felt normal for her. All of that stress, though, made Casey collapse right back onto the couch. Both from the physical sensation of having her mind altered so many times, and from how exhausted she was from all the internal questions.

"Allow me to explain. Outside of this apartment, you will only have those two modes. Ditzy goth bimbo, and corporate drone model employee. Am I saying this slowly enough for you?"

Casey wanted to fight back. But... Magnolia was doing her a favor, wasn't she? She didn't have to do all this. She could have just easily bought her and thrown her back out just to torment her. Magnolia didn't have to get all the clothes, or a secured position at an apparently well-paying job, or... an apartment of her own. But she did. Casey couldn't understand if she tried, and she wasn't even in bimbo space.

So Casey nodded. "Yes. I think I get it."

"Good. And whichever mode you go into will be chosen by what outfit you choose to wear. I think you'll be smart enough to know which outfit to wear in... any given situation." Magnolia rolled her eyes. She must have been thinking of Casey stupidly proving her wrong on that. "So, that's how I'll leave you, to your own devices. I won't be involved in your life any further."

"I... thanks, I guess--"

Magnolia chuckled. "A real thanks would be appreciated."

"...Thanks," Casey's voice dripped with venom. The situation still disgusted her, as much as she tried to deny that. "Why? Why did you do this for me? Why... don't you want to own me?"

Magnolia clicked her tongue. "That second question? Is because I want someone who's naturally obedient and subservient. I'd have to spend too much time truly breaking you and making you mine. And I just don't want to waste my time with that. But... if I give you the extra push, I think you can be someone truly worthy of being owned."

Magnolia leaned in. Casey's face paled. "Because I know, deep down, you want that. You want to be owned by someone more powerful than you. I just can't be that person. Sad, isn't it?"

Casey chose not to respond to that last part.

“And as for why…” Magnolia’s face shifted. To… pity? Sadness? Compassion? Casey couldn’t figure it out, and she got the impression Magnolia wouldn’t truly tell her her reasons. “Because I felt like it. And when you have as much money as I do, you can do whatever you want.”

“...Right.” That sentence would have made Casey’s blood boil, but she elected not to say anything else in return. “Well… thank you. I think.”

“‘Thank you’ is correct.” Magnolia grabbed Casey’s hand and put something in it – a set of keys to the apartment. “Well, go crazy, plaything. Make some new friends, if you will.”

The mean CEO turned around to leave the apartment – not before groping Casey’s ass one more time – and Casey heard the door open and shut. Magnolia didn’t leave her with anything else, and Casey knew that she wasn’t going to see Magnolia again… in a way, the final goodbye left her a little sad. And it left a part of her aching for that orgasm Magnolia had denied her earlier.

Well, at least she had somewhere to go now. Casey went to the closet, stripped, and put on the sluttiest goth bimbo attire she could have. Already, Casey felt the bimbofication taking place. She wanted to get fucked stupider than she already was. 

Casey giggled, threw the keys in her black hot pants, and left the apartment to find a good time.