Nicole's body had been vibrating with excitement since she heard the final bid on herself. Her belongings were packed in a matter of minutes, and she even did what she could to perfect her appearance. After all, she wanted to be perfect for her Mistress. Nicole finally had what she wanted - an Owner to serve, to be of use to, and to be a toy for. It was basically what she wanted her entire adult life.
Her Mistress made a good first impression, too -- in fact, she got put in a car and taken to a new apartment. An apartment, just for her! She would have been content just being stuffed in a tiny closet, so this was more than enough. It made her wonder just how rich this person was, though. Sounds like she would have been royalty.
Nicole stood at the door, to its side. Her hands were clasped over the top of her legs, thumbs grazing another impatiently. Maybe her Mistress was at work. That would be even better -- Nicole could meet her after a long day and make her feel really, really good!
Finally, after an agonizing wait, she heard footsteps coming towards the door. "Oh yay!" she whispered to herself, straightening her posture.
The door opened, and someone walked in.
Before Nicole could get a good look at her, the greeting had already started. "Good evening! How may I be of--"
Whatever Nicole was about to say next was forced from her throat. Her new Mistress grabbed her body firmly, and slammed her against the wall. Nicole, who still had a massive grin on her face, quivered in her Mistress' presence.
Especially since she looked especially angry now.
"You can start by not attempting to frighten me," she growled, her face dangerously close to Nicole's. Nicole's breathing grew shallow, her body frozen. She used the free millisecond to gaze upon her new Owner.
Her long, brown hair was meticulously done, as if she had gotten it done minutes before arriving. Her suit was equally perfect, and Nicole couldn't even guess the price tag on one of her pieces. Her glasses sat in front of her gorgeous brown eyes, her furrowed eyebrows centimeters above them. And she was tall. Much taller than Nicole. And that made her presence more than imposing. Nicole would have taken anyone of any height, but someone taller than her was perfect.
But she could admire her Mistress' appearance some other time.
"I'm so sorry!" Nicole squeaked, bowing her head. "I absolutely will not do so again, unless you ask me to."
"Hm." Her Owner raised a curious eyebrow, the anger slowly draining from her face. "You're well trained, aren't you?"
"Of course!" Nicole smiled brightly. "I want to be of the best service to my Owner! Which title would you prefer?"
Nicole's body was still pushed against the wall. She barely flinched at the contact when her Owner lifted her face gently with her hand. "Mistress," she said. "Don't let me see you forgetting that."
"Of course, Mistress! I would never forget!"
"Oh, I'm sure you will at one point," she murmured with a grin, finally stepping away from Nicole. "Follow me, plaything."
Nicole nodded, and followed her Mistress down the narrow hallway -- the apartment wasn't enormous by any means, but there was enough breathing room for her. The living room had some basic -- yet nice -- furniture, and of course there was a small bedroom to match. It looked barren, but Nicole didn't need much. She wouldn't ask for much.
Her Mistress grew impatient with Nicole's surprise, though, and grabbed her wrist. "I said follow me," she growled. She didn't wait for Nicole to make anymore affirmative comments, and dragged Nicole into the bedroom.
Nicole glanced towards the bed, before her Mistress grabbed her. "Let me ask you a question, plaything, since you clearly don't have any for me. What makes you so ready to obey me, when you've barely met me?"
"A good servant is always ready, willing, and obedient!" Nicole stated as if it were a mantra. "I am very grateful you bought me, Mistress." She bowed her body a bit. Her Mistress clearly didn't like that, and straightened Nicole's body up. "I am happy to be of utmost service to you in whatever way you need!"
"Interesting," her Mistress said flatly. Nicole could tell she had more to say, things she elected not to. "I'm sure I can find some limit of yours. Some way you don't want to serve me, that I need you to... something I can train out of you."
"Thank you, Mistress!" Nicole's Owner clearly was not expecting to be thanked. "I can assure you, I am willing to do whatever you want me to do and be whoever you want me to be. I have zero limits. In fact, I'll sign a contract to willingly offer up my consent!"
Her Mistress smirked slightly. Nicole could see just a bit of bewilderment in her. "Fascinating. I don't think I need a contract, though I do like the thought. I'm going to find a limit, I assure you."
Nicole nodded with another bright smile. She didn't want to challenge her Mistress any further. She didn't have time to, anyways, as she was thrown onto the bed back-down. Her Mistress climbed on top of her. Nicole smiled up at her.
Which was a mistake.
SLAP!
Nicole's eyes immediately met her Mistress' again after the sharp slap to the face. "So you're obedient, I can clearly tell that. Enthusiastic, too." Her hand grazed down to Nicole's neck, teasing the sides of it with her thumb and index finger. "I suppose you wouldn't even fight back if I told you to?"
"I can fight back! Would you like me to fight back verbally, or--"
Nicole was cut off as her Mistress began choking her. The sides of her neck came together, cutting off her airway. Her Mistress must have been experienced, knowing not to cut off the blood flow. "I suppose not," she sighed. "Well, that's okay. I'd rather have an obedient servant than a rebellious one."
She didn't take her hand off Nicole's neck, but she delivered a few more slaps to the face. With every strike, she grew more indigent, more impatient. Her Mistress then grabbed Nicole's face, holding it firmly. "Let's test things a little, hm? You see, my favorite part of being an Owner is the training. The breaking. The fucking with their mind and body and degrading them until they feel like nothing. So, I'm going to find something. Something that I can train you on."
"That sounds wonderful, Mis--"
SLAP!
"Yes, it does." It was clear the slap was not a punishment. Was it how she showed frustration? Impatience? Affection? Nicole didn't have time to ask as she stood up, Nicole following shortly after. "Let's start with some simple lifestyle tasks - maybe you're smart enough for that. Let's say I get home from work, and I've had an awful day. What do you do?"
Nicole didn't break eye contact as she answered the question. "I would first ask you how I can be of service to you, and--"
SLAP!
"Wrong answer. You'll know not to ask since I won't want to think about that. What do you do?"
"I apologize, Mistress! I would offer you a home cooked meal from your servant, as well as a glass of your favorite cocktail!"
Her Mistress paused. "I don't drink alcohol. What makes you think I ever have?"
"Oh, I suppose I didn't think. I apologize, Mistress!" Nicole giggled. "I would make you any drink of your choosing, though I would assume coffee. When you have a free moment, I'd love to learn how you like your coffee!"
“Later,” her Mistress said plainly. “Mostly correct. Ideally, you would also offer me a massage. I expect you to be good at it, too.”
“Yes, Mistress! I will always ask. If getting massages helps you, I’d love to learn how to better please my Owners with them!”
“Of course you would,” her Mistress rolled her eyes. Nicole couldn’t tell if she was impressed or disappointed – actually, she didn’t think her Mistress ever wanted to show praise. “Pass… for now. Let’s try something else. Come with me.”
Of course, her Mistress didn’t allow Nicole to wait. In fact, she just went ahead and dragged Nicole back into the kitchen by her dress. They were back in the living room – well, living room-kitchen hybrid. It wasn’t a huge apartment, after all.
Her Mistress let go of her. “Sit.”
“Yes, Mistress!” Nicole sat down on the couch.
Her Mistress went over to the fridge, and pulled something out – a glass bottle of, presumably, orange juice. (Nicole wondered what company would package its orange juice in glass bottles.) She walked back over to Nicole, turning it open.
“Would you like me to pour a glass of–”
Her Mistress didn’t respond with an answer. Instead, as soon as the bottle was opened, she tilted it over. It quickly spilled out of the container, coating the sofa and the wooden floor. A good portion of it even got on Nicole, and she winced at the cold liquid spilling over her. Soon enough, it was empty.
And then her Mistress slammed it onto the ground, cracking it in a million different pieces.
“Oops, I dropped it,” she said sarcastically, making perfect eye contact with Nicole. “Clean it up.”
“Of course, Mistress! Are the cleaning supplies in that closet?” She pointed to one of the two or three closets in the apartment. Counting wasn’t Nicole’s strong suit.
“Yes.”
        Like clockwork, Nicole went into the nearby closet, and took a moment to assess everything. All the while, she felt her Mistress’ stare against her. As if she were being stalked by a tigress. Nicole got out the cleaning supplies that looked familiar, and got to work.
        She started with the glass. Broken glass was, after all, a safety hazard. She couldn’t risk her Mistress getting hurt — or herself, but that came second. She then focused on the stains on the couch — the couch being a lighter color meant stains would stick. She cleaned up the liquid, before getting whatever she could out of the couch. As soon as that was done and finished, she cleared the orange juice off the floor. Nicole knew the cleaning protocols like the back of her hand. This was easy — and hot.
        Soon enough, the area was about as spotless as it could be. Finally, Nicole took a towel and wiped the orange juice off herself. “All done, Mistress!”

        “...Impressive,” she said, after a long, agonizing pause. Nicole couldn’t quite tell the emotion in her voice, but she felt as though it were… annoyance. “Where did you learn all of this?”
        “I took some classes on cleanliness! You see, I was studying to be a maid, and—“
        “That’s enough words. Let’s see how far I can push that tiny cell you call a brain.”
        Before Nicole could even agree to whatever she was going to do, her Mistress grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back into the bedroom. Nicole's heart raced. Already, everything she did and was put through was so hot and exciting. She could tell she and her Mistress were going to be a perfect match. After all, this lady was everything Nicole wanted in a Mistress. Cruel, strict, unforgiving. The fact she was a bit older and gorgeous didn't hurt at all.
But Nicole didn't have much time to ruminate on why her Mistress was perfect. "Get on the bed," she was ordered with a snap.
"Yes, Mistress," Nicole replied, enthusiastically getting on the bed. "Face down, or face up?"
Her Mistress paused, taking a quick second to evaluate her options. "Face down," she replied. "Remember to always ask first."
"Of course, Mis--"
"Take off your dress," she ordered.
"Of course, Mis--"
"And your panties and bra," she added. "If you're still decent enough to wear those."
"Of course, Mistress!" Finally, Nicole was able to finish her affirmation. Not that it mattered too much to her Mistress, that seemed to be just something she expected. Rather than something she'd praise. Nicole wondered briefly if, in the event Nicole were much meeker and less willing to serve, she would have been praised for such a thing. Then again, this Mistress didn't seem too keen on handing out compliments like candy. *But that makes the idea of eventually getting praised by Mistress so much better!*
Soon enough, Nicole was undressed to her skin. She felt her Mistress' cold hand run itself over her ass experimentally, gently, barely touching past the hairs on Nicole's skin. "So soft," her Mistress murmured. "You're going to be quite the joy to play with... don't you think?"
"Thank you, Mis--" Nicole was cut off once again as her Mistress pulled her head up by the hair.
Her Mistress' lips came close to Nicole's ear as she leaned in. Nicole felt her heart race so fast that it seemed it was going to pop straight out of her chest. "You know by now that 'play' doesn't exactly mean I'm going to treat your body kindly, do you?"
"Of course, Mistress!" Nicole grinned to her Mistress. Somehow, that made her look angrier. "You can treat my body however you want. But in case my words matter, yes, please!"
"Your words don't particularly matter, so you can keep them to yourself next time." Nicole knew she was trying to be withering, to keep her tone insulting, to do what she could to break Nicole. Distantly, she wondered why. Wouldn't this woman want an obedient, enthusiastic plaything? Wasn't Nicole just that?
Nicole braced herself as she felt her hand grow harder, more possessively on Nicole's ass. She groped it tightly, as if she kept it to herself. "Mine," she growled.
"Yours," Nicole giggled back.
SLAP!
The first smack to her ass cheek came hard, fast, and impatiently. "I didn't ask for your input."
"I'm so sorry, Mistress!" Nicole squealed. She managed to get that out before another slap came down hard on her. And another. And another. Nicole didn't know how much she could take in one spot, but it didn't matter. This was what she loved. She loved being a toy, something for her Mistress to take her anger out on.
She then focused on the other one. Soon, it became apparent that Nicole's pain tolerance didn't particularly matter. Nicole made some squeals of pain, even some less pleasant yelps, but it didn't stop her Mistress. She hit harder, and harder, and harder with every strike. Nicole started tearing up at one point, but neither of them cared.
Her Mistress left one last particularly rough slap on each cheek. Then, her body shuffled. Nicole felt the bed under her shift -- her Mistress climbing on top of her.
Then, she felt sharp nails.
"I don't trim my nails often," her Mistress mused. "But maybe if you please me, I will... maybe."
"I can assure you, I am perfectly fine with-- ow!" Her Mistress' nails dug into Nicole's neck, sliding down her shoulders and back. Her Mistress reached all the particularly painful spots, tugging particularly deep into those. Nicole gasped, trying to level the pain with her breathing. With every gasp, her Mistress dug in harder.
She began talking again. Her voice was barely audible over Nicole's gasps. "Is this what does it, then? Is this what is going to break you, me digging my claws into you like some wild animal?"
Nicole tried to speak, to try to tell her Mistress she could handle anything. Her Mistress cut her off once more. "I wasn't asking you, plaything. I was threatening you."
In between a gasp, Nicole let out a moan of pleasure -- almost another laugh.
"You don't seem very threatened," her Mistress responded, her tone disappointed.
"I-I can sound threatened if you want!" Nicole protested.
Behind her, her Mistress lifted her hands and began trying to crush Nicole's hips with her legs. "Really? Go on, try."
"Um... oh no, I can't handle nails! Those are so, like, mean and painful! Please don't do that! Um, unless you wan--"
"You're an abysmal liar," her Mistress quipped. "You like this. You like all of this. You like me ruining and destroying your body, treating it like some kind of stim toy--" Nicole had to wonder why she used that particular word, but she didn't feel that asking would be a good choice. "You like being owned by me, not being able to do anything about it? You like me having complete control over your life, your 'no's or 'stop's meaning absolutely nothing to me?!"
Her Mistress picked up Nicole's upper body by her hair once again, eliciting an answer out of her. "Yes, Mistress, I like all of that! Whatever you do to me, or make me do, I'll love! My life is yours, Mistress. As is my ability to consent. I waived everything away when I joined that auction house, and I'm so grateful to be yours!"
She paused. Silence hung in the air. That was the thing that made fear run in Nicole's heart. "So I suppose the thought of me selling you off for a profit is the thing that makes you scared, then?"
Nicole gulped. "Aha, so that's it. That's a fun thought, for sure. Taking you back to that auction house... saying I'm dissatisfied with you and selling you back... that's what makes this scary for you, isn't it? Though I suppose it’d be better for me to just sell you myself. After all, I could mark up the original price quite a bit, since you’re so willing and obedient."
"I-I-I, um... if you want to do that, then, I am absolutely fine with it!"
Her Mistress shook her head. “Mm. I have to admit, it’s admirable that you seem quite torn over not being Owned by me anymore. I’m almost touched. Maybe I should keep you around…”
“W-whatever you want, Mistress!” Nicole reaffirmed.
Another pause. "Wow. You really are a stupid idiot, you know that?"
Nicole moaned at that simple phrase.
"Yeah. I really did buy just, a complete dumbass. I think you writhing in pain when I did this--" she dug her perfectly manicured nails back into Nicole, "was me killing off the last of your functional brain cells. So stupid it's sad. Well, luckily, you'll be here with me to do the hard thinking for you..."
She leaned in again. "At least, for tonight."
"Yes, Mistress," Nicole whimpered.
"Sit up." Her Mistress got off of her, and Nicole immediately followed the command as soon as she could.
Her Mistress tilted Nicole's head up high by her chin. "I suppose then, I can tell you my name."
"If you would like to, Mistress!"
"Of course I would. I literally just said that, you idiot."
Her Mistress leaned in.
"My name is Magnolia."
"Magnolia?" Nicole confirmed. "Thank you for telling me your name, Mistress Magnolia!"
"Ah, that title always makes me happy. Happy in some very, very specific ways."
Nicole already knew the answer, but she asked anyways. "What kinds of ways, Mistress?"
"Oh, you know... the ways in which I fantasize about using your mouth for something useful. Something more useful than just repeating 'yes, Mistress Magnolia! Of course, Mistress Magnolia! Whatever you say, Mistress Magnolia!'" She mocked. "Shoving my fingers in your mouth as I use your other holes... I could use your body for many, many things. You haven't even seen the beginning of it, plaything."
"Not that my consent matters, but--"
"See? That's all you know how to say, isn't it? Because you don't like thinking. You don't like doing things yourself. So much so that you don’t even care what I want to do to you and about whether or not you want that too. You need a tough, strong, powerful Mistress to make you useful."
        Nicole giggled. She couldn't help herself. She was nervous and horny and excited and scared. And all she could do was giggle, and prove her Mistress' point. "That sounds wonderful to me, Mistress!"
"Of course it does." Magnolia grabbed Nicole's body and manipulated her, shoving her around onto her back. Her body now facing up, completely bare, she had nothing more to hide. Magnolia got on top of the bed, on top of Nicole, and gazed down at her prize. Her property. "You look so much cuter underneath me... I'm still deciding what to do with you. I'd love a cute, obedient plaything to be mine forever and follow me without even thinking twice about anything...
"But on the other hand... I could make quite a lovely profit from you." Nicole's heart sank in her chest. "And I love myself a good business opportunity. I know lots of people I could sell you for... double, triple the original price."
Magnolia leaned into Nicole's face, her breath rough against Nicole's skin. "I'd say it's about a fifty-fifty either way." Nicole gulped, the sound disappearing as Magnolia traced her hand delicately across Nicole's neck. "I'll have to see a bit more to decide. A bit more of you. A bit more of how much..." She started strangling Nicole. "You're willing to do for me."
Nicole squeaked submissively. She knew the answer. She would be willing to do anything. Anything, and everything. From the cruelest impact play, to the highest protocol training sessions, Nicole was ready for all of it. And her Owner - her Mistress - seemed to have lots of ideas in mind. Lots of fantasies. Lots of ways to train Nicole even further. She couldn't wait, even as her Mistress cut her away from the air.
"I've been playing with you relatively tamely, but I'd like to change that soon."
        All Nicole could think when she said that was 'yes, please'. Of course, she wasn't particularly able to verbalize that. But it didn't seem like Magnolia cared, anyways. She grinned wickedly down at Nicole as the smaller girl squirmed in pleasure in her arms.
And then Magnolia threw Nicole up against a wall. From this area, Magnolia looked much, much taller than Nicole. Nicole's body hit the wall roughly, her mouth letting out a wince.
Magnolia slapped her, again, and again. It seemed like she was never going to get enough out of hurting Nicole. She slapped and scratched and hit wherever she could. She tugged up Nicole's hair, trying to find any ounce of fear, disobedience, or hesitation. Magnolia scowled as she stared into Nicole's eyes with a cruel, cunning look. Nicole shivered.
"It's funny, you know that?" she started. "Most of the things I had planned for you involved breaking you, conditioning you, molding you into my ideal form... but it doesn't look like I need to do any of that. You're already the perfect plaything. How? Who taught you?"
Nicole blushed, her lips curling. "I taught myself, Mistress."
Magnolia grabbed onto her harder. For some reason, that made her look even angrier. "And why?"
"Because... well..." Magnolia moved in closer to Nicole, trying to elicit one single ounce of fear. Nicole began to hesitate. Magnolia pushed their faces closer together. "I love serving my Owners, Mistress. I want to be the best servant I can, because, well... service is fun."
"Fun?" Magnolia hissed. "Service isn't supposed to be fun, idiot. You're not supposed to take pleasure in serving me. The entire purpose of my buying you is so you can pleasure *me*. What makes you think this is going to be fun?"
"O-oh, my apologies, Mistress," Nicole bowed her head as best as she could. "I meant to say, I take pride in my service, and when I can adequately please my Owner--"
"Enough," Magnolia cut her off. "I've heard enough."
Nicole wanted to chirp with an 'Okay, Mistress', but she wasn't given that opportunity. Magnolia threw her onto the bed. She grabbed both of Nicole's wrists and held her pinned to the bed with one hand. Her other hand didn't lay idly -- she used it to start exploring Nicole's body, starting with her shoulders.
She leaned in, and kissed Nicole's shoulder. Nicole gasped. No, she wasn't kissing her. She was biting. Hard. Nicole gasped and groaned as she kept biting, coaxed on by Nicole's adorable sounds. And then she lifted. Nicole gazed down, eyeing the largest mark on her she'd seen in recent days.
"I've had a lot of practice," she said firmly. "A lot of it."
Nicole smiled. "That's so wonderful, Mis--" Cut off once again as Magnolia leaned down and bit her on her other shoulder. Now that she got a taste of Nicole's skin, she couldn't get enough of it. Her biting was rougher, most possessive somehow, and as she lifted she left a mark darker and larger than her previous one. Nicole's heart raced. She needed more.
No, she wanted more. Her needs didn't matter here.
Magnolia lifted her head, and continued to explore every inch of Nicole's body. She found another area above her stomach and left a mark there too. And then on her hip, with her hand on the other side. Nicole felt herself gasp and squirm more with every bite, grabbing the sheets beneath her with her nails.
She left one last mark right above Nicole's sex -- the largest and reddest she'd left. And then, much to Nicole's excitement, she reached her hands into Nicole's panties.
"I paid very, very good money for you," she growled. "Of course, that amount of money is a bit more than pocket change for me. But I don't make bad decisions. So you're going to do everything I want, when I want it, how I want it. And if you even think about hesitating or disobeying, well... like I said, you might be just an investment for me. Monetarily."
Nicole's face shifted from a indecent grin to a frightened frown. Being separated from her Owner? Being separated from Mistress Magnolia? She couldn't even imagine that.
Magnolia reached her hand into Nicole's crotch, finding how wet she was. Oh, she was soaked, and Magnolia took delight in that. And then she paused, feeling Nicole's twitching walls experimentally.
"Are you transgender?" She suddenly asked.
The blood from Nicole's face drained within milliseconds. "Well, um, why would you--"
"Answer the question," Magnolia ordered.
Nicole tried not to hesitate. "Yes, Mistress, I am."
"Good," Magnolia's face twisted back into a pleasantly surprised smile. "That means I have less explaining to do."
Magnolia unbuckled her belt, sliding down her pants. Nicole looked down. "You are... too?"
Magnolia rolled her eyes. "No, it's *fake*." The sarcasm dripped from her voice, but Nicole didn't quite catch it.
"Really?"
"No, idiot, of course I'm transgender too. Shut up and go down on me," she growled.
"Yes, Mistress," Nicole said in a hurry. She scurried to her knees and  felt her Mistress' shaft up and down experimentally. "Um... how do you want me to do so, Mistress?"
Magnolia paused. "Worship me," she finally answered. "You know what that is, don't you?"
"Of course, Mistress." Nicole immediately followed the command after her standard affirmation. Magnolia pet her head, grabbing fistfuls of her hair as Nicole continued to pleasure her Mistress.
Magnolia huffed and leaned back against the wall. All things considered, the apartment was a small one bedroom, and they didn't have much to work with. "Good, good girl," she moaned. Those three words only got Nicole hotter, making her body worship more intense, covering a wider area. "So you know how to service your Owners sexually, too. V-very good." It seemed like Magnolia was taken aback by how much she enjoyed this, as if she didn't expect Nicole to be quite as good at oral service as she apparently was.
Magnolia pushed Nicole's face in closer, still not having had enough. She grabbed the sides of Nicole's head and gripped her firmly. "More," she demanded. "Give me more."
        Nicole muttered a "yes, Mistress" into her sex, taking her entire shaft into her mouth. Her Mistress couldn't quite steady herself, so she used Nicole's head to keep her balance. While doing so, she made sure to push Nicole as far in as she could take, being careful not to trigger Nicole's gag reflex. Nicole's mind was filled with thoughts of sex, and service, and being made useful, that she couldn't focus on anything else other than deepthroating her Mistress.
"You're so good at what you do," Magnolia uttered. "It's good no one placed a higher bid on you, there... $250,000 is like pocket change to me, and if it gets me service as good as you do? T-then it's worth every penny." Nicole beamed under her words. She *was* doing a good job! Nicole *was* being a great servant! Even her Mistress thought so.
Nicole didn't know much. She didn't have the best instincts - after all, she did sell herself to a sketchy auction house. But she was good for one thing: Service. And here, in Mistress Magnolia's presence, she could use that talent.
Nicole felt on top of the world.
"You seem distracted," Magnolia growled, grabbing a handful of Nicole's hair. "Care to share what's on your mind?"
Nicole wanted to respond, but that was sort of a hard task now. She assumed that was the point. "Focus on what you're doing, and just let me use your mouth as my fleshlight."
"Mmmf," Nicole attempted to respond with a 'yes, Mistress' once again, and that seemed to make her Mistress twitch relentlessly.
Magnolia pushed Nicole's face down, all the way, and held her hair like it was a handle on a roller coaster. "Take me," she ordered.
And then she climaxed into Nicole's mouth. Nicole was coaxed to suck even harder by the power-grabbing sounds her Mistress made. Of course, Nicole intended to swallow every last drop, but that didn't stop her Mistress from ordering such.
Eventually, her Mistress finished riding out her orgasm. She withdrew from Nicole's mouth, and moved to collapse on the bed.
Nicole's face was flushed, and more importantly, full of pride.
"Sit next to me," Magnolia ordered.
Nicole complied. Magnolia grabbed Nicole's head and began lowering it into her lap. Soft... Nicole felt soft, and so, so safe here.
"Stay there."
"Yes, Mistress," Nicole murmured sleepily. Her entire body felt warm. Calm. Mindless. 
Nicole was so happy. She felt so happy, so safe with Mistress Magnolia… Nicole was right where she belonged. Led by her Mistress, doing whatever she wanted. Nicole’s thoughts slowed down, and soon enough, Magnolia started speaking. “I want you to take some deep inhales, and just follow my voice. I’m going to hypnotize you.”
        Nicole couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yes, it’s very exciting and amusing,” Magnolia laughed back. “You look like an easy subject. In fact, imagine yourself falling into a void. With every word I speak, falling deeper and deeper into that void. Just, so deep that you don’t even have control over yourself. Over your consciousness. You’re just going to give all of that to me.”
        Nicole felt it. She felt herself falling, slipping, her consciousness drifting away. It felt so easy and relaxing to give her mind to Mistress Magnolia. She wanted to give everything to her. Distantly, Nicole thought that hypnosis would take a longer time. Maybe Nicole really was an easy subject, even if it were her first time being entranced.
        “And all you know how to do… is drop. Just drop for me, straight into the darkness. You won’t have to worry about anything while you’re there. Nothing but obeying me. For now, the most obedient thing you can do for me is just… keep dropping. Keep falling. All the way down.”
Magnolia twirled Nicole's hair around in her fingers idly as Nicole laid there, deep in trance. Comfy in her Mistress' lap, in her arms, in her presence. She was deep in hypnosis, but she still wore a smile on her face. Magnolia rubbed Nicole's lips with her thumb, sliding her digits into them experimentally.
"You know by now, obviously, the many things I can do to you," she mused. "The way I can shut off your brain permanently, or make you believe you never had a life before you knew me. I could take so much away from you - your name, your identity, your willpower... I could even take how obedient you are from you just so I could train you back."
Nicole shivered in excitement at all of those suggestions - except one. That last one. Nicole couldn't imagine being alive, in her Mistress' presence, without her mindless, enthusiastic obedience. Who was she even, if she wasn't an obedient servant?
She must have shown her unpleasant fear at that statement. Magnolia felt her bristle in her lap. Nicole's face contorted, trying to relax.
"But for now..." Magnolia changed the subject suddenly. "I want you to do one thing for me... Right now, you're going to-"
With one final grab and drop of Nicole's head, she said, "fall asleep." And then Nicole fell into the darkness for the night.
~~

        Nicole woke up the next day, feeling almost completely refreshed. Gosh, she forgot just how much of a thrill being a service slut was. Being hypnotized to sleep by her Owner was quite lovely, too… Especially as a surprise. Nicole hadn’t tried much hypnosis up until then, but the idea of her Owner molding and changing her mind to fit her standards?
        It made Nicole want to go onto round two.
        Nicole looked to her left. Her Owner must have gotten out of bed first. “Gosh,” Nicole thought, “she’s so powerful and strong! Getting up earlier than… 8am.” Nicole had to look to the alarm clock to double check the time. Might as well tidy up. Nicole got straight to work, still in her skimpy dress that barely passed for clothes. She neatly did the bed, making sure no fold was out of place. Nicole didn’t bring much with her, but she did her best to make herself look decent too. Which meant nice hair, a good posture, and a lovely smile. The elements of a good servant’s appearance.
        Once Nicole was satisfied, she walked through the bedroom door, finding herself back in the living room. Sure enough, Magnolia sat there, a cup of coffee freshly brewed next to her. Her own breakfast was made too, and she barely noticed Nicole as she scrolled through her phone. A determined look on her face. She’s sooooo hot… Nicole drooled at the mere sight of her. She had to admit, though, she was a bit disappointed she couldn’t get her Owner’s breakfast ready for her.
        “Good morning, Mistress!” Nicole greeted brightly. Magnolia still silently refused to make eye contact. “If you’d like, I can be making your breakfast and coffee from now on!”
        Eventually, Magnolia put her phone face down, her eyes turning to meet Nicole’s. She didn’t answer directly. “How are you feeling?”
        “I feel fantastic, Mistress. Ready to be of use to you! What can I do first?” Nicole’s voice felt trained, almost robotic, as if she’d been doing this her whole life. After all, she kind of had. Being owned by someone strong and powerful… that was what she’d wanted all her life.
        “Sit down,” Magnolia ordered. It was definitely a command, but it felt softer than anything she’d said the night before. Nicole fixed her dress, and sat down. Making perfect eye contact with her Owner.
        It was weird, though. She didn’t look that… discontented, last night.
        Nicole wasn’t sure what she expected to hear, but it definitely wasn’t what Magnolia said next.
        “I can’t be your Owner.”
        Nicole physically felt something sharp go through her heart. 
Alarm bells rang in her head. She played out the events of last night, trying to figure out in a quick second what she did wrong, what… what happened? She… she thought Magnolia liked toying with her… and Nicole was so good at being a toy. She followed every command with grace and enthusiasm! What happened?
        “This isn’t a good match,” Magnolia continued.
        “I… I see,” Nicole finally managed out. She wanted to scream and cry and ask her why she was doing this, but she knew she couldn’t. Her entire body felt as if it sank into the chair - and not in the hot way it did last night. She used every atom in her body to hide her disappointment, and it hardly worked. “M-may I ask what I did wrong? I… I hope I didn’t disappoint you, I–”
        Magnolia stood up, and leaned in on the table. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” she said firmly. “And that’s the problem.”
        Nicole shrank a bit in her presence. She still didn’t understand.
        “You see, in my ideal plaything, I need someone I can train. Someone I can break and mold and adjust to my standards. I need someone eager… but not too eager. I need someone who’s afraid of me, but who grows comfortable in my presence–” Nicole was about to interject, “slowly over time. I need someone I can push to grow every single second, until I’m satisfied.”
        Nicole shook her head. “So… I didn’t do anything wrong?”
        “No. Not at all. And I want someone who does things wrong so I can put them in their place.” Magnolia finally sat back down, resignation showing through her expression. “What use do I have for a plaything who is already perfect? That takes everything I want from this away. Everything that’s fun, to me.”
        Nicole didn’t know what to say. She was stunned and silent. Nicole did everything perfect, and… it wasn’t enough. No, it wasn’t not enough, it was too much for her – now former – Owner. A distant part in her brain knew she didn’t fail, but… it still felt like she did.
        “I wish I could say this would have been a good match,” Magnolia said. “But I knew exactly what was going to happen. It’s best to have this conversation now.”
        “...I have to be honest, I just can’t believe it,” Nicole responded, the corners of her eyes touched with tears. “I… I was perfect, the perfect servant, and that still wasn’t enough… I sold myself away to get exactly this, and… what do I even do now? If being the perfect servant doesn’t make me good enough, what will?” 
Nicole couldn’t hide her sobs. She wanted to try and pretend everything was okay, that she was fine with this situation, but… she couldn’t. Time after time, she’d been thrown away by previous Owners. Time after time, she’d continuously try to improve herself and learn from the situation. Nicole wouldn’t call herself tough, but she was resilient.
“I can’t even get it right selling myself…” Nicole choked. “Am… am I just broken?”
Magnolia didn’t; have an answer. Nicole didn’t either. She couldn’t… she just couldn’t handle having this conversation. She felt nothing but confusion. She was at a total loss of what to do next.
Magnolia clearly had no idea what to say to her outburst. That would make sense, she didn’t pay $250,000 for a submissive who sobs and lashes out at this kind of conversation. Maybe she was trying to come up with the right thing to say. Maybe she didn’t know what to say or do, either.
It didn’t matter. She didn’t want Nicole. That much was obvious.
        She wiped away her tears. Nicole was about to stand up and leave – where? She didn’t know – before Magnolia spoke up again. “Lucky for you, I know someone who you’d be much better use for. I think you’ll enjoy serving her quite a lot.”
        A lightbulb flashed in Nicole’s dim brain. “R-really, Mis– Magnolia?” her eyes beamed. “You… you’d do that for me?”
        “Of course,” she sighed. “It’s the least I can do, after spending $250,000 on you. Besides, I wouldn’t enjoy breaking your self esteem… your skills could be put to very, very good use.”
        “So… how much did you sell me for?”
        “The exact price,” Magnolia responded. “No, you’re not allowed to ask questions about that.”
        Nicole felt herself tearing up – the sudden shift from eagerness, to shattering disappointment, to hope… it was too much for her tiny one-celled brain to handle. But… she was being kind. Magnolia was helping her, in a weird, twisted way.
        “I’ve arranged a 9am meeting with her,” Magnolia started as soon as she finished the rest of her coffee. “So get your belongings. I have a car ready for us.”
~~
        Sometime during the car ride, Nicole’s eyes dozed off, and Magnolia used the opportunity to slap a blindfold over her eyes. With handcuffs on her wrists to match. Nicole was momentarily confused, especially after their earlier conversation.
        “It’s protocol,” she explained tersely. Nicole didn’t want to ask any questions – that seemed like it would have annoyed her.
        Eventually, the cab parked. The driver opened the door for both of them, and Magnolia pulled herself – and Nicole – out of the car. Was the driver used to seeing her do stuff like this? Maybe he was paid not to ask questions.
        “Stairs,” Magnolia noted. Nicole nodded, feeling herself walk up the admittedly steep step. She tried her damndest not to trip – and almost failed a few times.
        Eventually, Magnolia stopped them. She lifted her hand off Nicole, and Nicole heard a doorbell go off. Within a minute or so, the door swung open.
        “Good morning, Jasmine,” Magnolia said. “Here is Nicole. I think you’ll enjoy getting to know her quite a bit.”
        Nicole couldn’t see – but she could almost feel the smirk of the other woman. Her voice was smooth and a little deep, hiding her age behind it. “Thank you, Magnolia. I quite appreciate the gift.”
        “Oh, trust me,” Magnolia smiled back. “You’ll appreciate her very, very much.”