"Let's see here... Not here, not here either..." Lisa murmured to herself rummaging through Diana's drawers. She'd been studying for quite a bit how to pick locks, through one of the fidget toys she'd gotten. The locks on Diana's dressers were shockingly fickle and gave in with just a moment's notice, surprising even Lisa. Still, though, no matter where the bratty catgirl looked, she could not seem to find the necklace.

Diana, obviously, wasn't one for gothic-esque jewelry much. But the three or four pieces she wore were downright gorgeous. The one that caught Lisa's eye might have been a new piece, probably a gift from Jasmine. It was a bright gold chain with a pendant on the loop. The pendant had three gems encased on a solid gold, thin block -- a deep red garnet, a jet black tourmaline, and a shimmering piece of rose quartz. When Diana first wore it out in the mansion, Lisa had to physically stop herself from snatching it right off her neck. But Diana had millions of necklaces and bracelets and fascinations -- she wouldn't notice one piece missing, would she?

"And... here it is!" Lisa smirked triumphantly as she pulled the necklace out from the neatly organized cabinet. It looked even more gorgeous close up. "Let's see... the clasp is..."

Unfortunately, before Lisa could even put it on, she was interrupted. "What are you doing in there?" Diana's voice came from behind her, an indignant tone shining through it.

Lisa whipped around, a bashful look on her face. "I... uh..." Lisa gulped. Coming into the Mistress' room uninvited in and of itself was room for punishment. Stealing from Diana's jewelry cabinet, though? Even Lisa should have known better. "I just... saw this necklace and... really liked it..." she spoke in a clear, obvious lie. "I just, uh, wanted to see it close up!"

"Hm." Diana raised an eyebrow. Her arms were tightly crossed in annoyance. "And you didn't think to just ask?"

Lisa stammered. She was in big, deep trouble now.

"Well, you've looked," Diana noted. "You're dismissed. Please leave my necklace there."

Lisa growled under her breath, ashamed at her defeat. She muttered a 'yes, Your Highness' as she began to make her way out the door.

Before she fully left, Diana whispered in her ear. "Don't worry. Your punishment will come later today."

~~

Lisa sat at her desk, completing what felt like her 50th puzzle that day. The mansion sometimes felt like there was so much to do and so little at the same time. She stared at her pile of puzzle pieces, trying to find the damn correct one. She must have tried all of them at that point, right?

Just as soon as she found the correct piece, congratulating herself in her head, she heard the door swing open without a single knock. Lisa whipped around to find Felicity. No. Judging by her appearance, she wasn't Felicity. She was clad in all black latex with goggles on top of her forehead, a blank look in her eyes. She wasn't Felicity anymore. She was Drone #0452.

"Ah huh," Lisa greeted the drone with a smirk. Politely, she stood up. "What brings you in her, drone gi-- aah!"

The drone didn't even acknowledge Lisa's "greeting". She just grabbed Lisa's arms and body and straightened her into a firm straight stand, with her arms behind her back. Lisa recognized this pose. Inspection. Felicity had grown accustomed to it, with her high protocol training and all, but Lisa couldn't care for it any less -- especially when she was forced to do it.

Lisa didn't worry about wiping the smug smirk off her face for Drone #0452. "Whatcha doing there, drone? Am I getting brought to the vet?" she mocked.

"This member of the harem is being subjected to a punishment for attempted theft, breaking and entering, and lying," the drone spoke in an annoying monotone. Lisa rolled her eyes as Drone #0452 continued. "Her Highness has ordered me to carry out her punishment."

"Yeah, yeah, get on with it," Lisa sighed. "What are you going to--"

SLAP!

Before Lisa could brat anymore, the drone slapped her cheek roughly, silencing even her. "This unit would like to remind you that further disobedience will result in more punishments."

“Yeah, yeah,” Lisa chuckled. “So, what’s on the menu today? Spanking? Mantras? Oooh, are you going to give me a new trigger or something?”

SLAP!

Wow, Lisa thought to herself as she gaped. Drone #0452 was not going easy on her today. She might as well have just been an extension of Jasmine or Diana. Which, she kind of was. What, were they too busy for Lisa or something? Too good for punishing her at this point? Maybe they just couldn’t think of Drone #0452 to do anything else. Or, maybe they liked her a bit more than everyone else in the harem. Felicity was their first plaything, after all – it would make sense. Either way – Drone #0452 clearly had a job to do. And she was very nicely carrying it out.

“This unit will start with an inspection for abnormalities.” Just as Lisa was about to lift her hand to scratch her head, Felicity grabbed her wrist and forced her back into inspection position. “Maintain this pose, kitty.”

Lisa meowed. Fuck. She hated that trigger. Drone #0452 got all handsy with her, groping and feeling every bit of her body to check what exactly was wrong with Lisa. Lisa rolled her eyes again, knowing Felicity wasn’t going to find anything. After all, there was nothing ‘wrong’ with Lisa. This was just who she was – a bratty, high-strung kitty. “I’m not a robot, you kn—”

“Be quiet,” Drone #0452 snapped with an edge of annoyance to her voice. Lisa flinched. Being fully honest, she hated Drone #0452’s monotone voice. Felicity was Lisa’s best friend, after all – hearing the emotion completely gone from her voice made her feel almost hollow. “This kitty has passed the first inspection. She will now get on all fours.”

“Make me,” Lisa snarled.

Drone #0452 nodded. “Affirmative.”

Drone #0452 put her hands back on Lisa, this time in a harsh, forceful way. Lisa tried to resist as best as she could, but when Felicity was in her drone mode, it was as if her strength had multiplied tenfold. Lisa was eventually forced onto the ground, her face pointed towards Drone #0452 with a scowl. Finally, Drone #0452 took her robotic hands off of the catgirl.

“Inspection number 2 will beg—” Drone #0452 couldn’t finish her sentence in time. Lisa used her own animalistic instincts to jump up and pounce on Drone #0452, knocking her to the bed. Drone #0452 couldn’t keep the shocked gasp behind her lips and exhaled as Lisa pinned her down to the bed.

“Yeah? Who’s all powerful and mighty now?” Lisa teased. “You may be on their side right now, but you should know I don’t take a punishment standing down. Why don’t we flip the tables for now?” Lisa’s grin was so wide she was almost drooling all over Drone #0452’s latex-bound chest. Lisa’s head lowered as she began worshipping Drone #0452’s body through the latex, and the drone tried to quell her panting and moaning. Drone #0452 was clearly in shock from the role reversal, and that in and of itself was undoing some of the conditioning for mindless obedience. Lisa had to admit – she was proud of herself, making Drone #0452 as flustered as she was then.

“This… d-drone will not… ah!” Drone #0452 was cut off as Felicity began fondling her chest roughly, cupping her small tits with a vigor. Lisa cackled as she laid on top of Drone #0452, thrilled with the power she now had. But Drone #0452 wasn’t intent on losing. Nor was she one to give up fulfilling an order.

Drone #0452 grabbed onto Lisa’s waist, breaking out of the pleasurable fugue and pushing Lisa back to the bottom. Lisa growled softly, almost hissing as Drone #0452 resumed her ‘inspection’. “N-now,” Drone #0452 spoke as she tried to contain herself, “as it seems, this kitty doesn’t seem willing to comply with her punishment. As such, she will be subjected to further conditioning.”

“What are you talking about, you dumb drone—” Before Lisa could continue her tirade of insults, Drone #0452 – still pinning Lisa down with her strong legs – pulled off her visor goggles and forced them on Lisa. Lisa was immediately drawn into the pink and black spiral, her jaw falling slack as her eyes widened to focus. “I… you… nnno…” She struggled to keep speaking, to keep up this game of resistance, but even Lisa couldn’t give into a good spiral.

“This kitty has been subdued,” Drone #0452 spoke mindlessly. Even while slipping into trance, Lisa just had to meow at the word ‘kitty’. "Now, all you have to do is just look into the spiral. Look into the spiral. Look into the spiral. Look into the spiral."

Drone #0452 didn't have to tell her twice, not to mention three or four times repeatedly. After all, how in the world could Lisa do anything else? The spiral was soothing, comforting. It stopped all those thoughts of fighting or disobedience or feistiness. Spirals were a good thing. Trance was good. Hypnosis was good. And the fact Lisa was being slowly brainwashed into a helplessly bound feline plaything was good. A part of her still wanted to resist, to fight back, to come out on top of Felicity. But why would she be thinking such things right now? All she had to do was look.

"That's it," Drone #0452 cooed in a surprisingly soft voice. "Just look into the spiral. And as you do, know that it feels good to obey. Carve these words into your mind, Lisa. Feel them slowly manifesting, bound onto your brain. It feels good to obey. It feels good to obey. It feels good to obey."

"It feels good..." Lisa couldn't stop herself from murmuring out the mantra. "It feels good... to obey... it feels good to... to obey..."

"Correct," Drone #0452 spoke in a calming tone. It almost sounded like she was smiling. "And every time you obey -- obey anyone who commands you -- you can rest with the knowledge that it will feel good. You don't have to think about anything else. Who cares if what's being asked of you seems absurd or asinine or wrong? All you know is that it feels good to obey. So you'll obey. Tell me, kitty -- what do you think disobedience feels like?"

"Mmf..." Lisa tried to think. Her eyes were shut halfway, only wide enough to gaze at the spiral. Forming a single thought was even harder than keeping her eyes open. "I... guess it feels... bad..." That sentence felt wrong. And yet, she was obeying -- so it must have felt at least slightly good.

"Correct. Why don't we put a physical sensation to it?" Lisa heard some shuffling coming from Drone #0452's general direction, but she couldn't tell what it was. "Lisa, I want you to say the words 'make me'."

"M...make me." Lisa wanted to believe she was bratting, but once again she was doing as she was told.

Suddenly, she felt a harsh, sharp smack to her chest. Lisa growled out in pain, gasping and panting. She knew that flogger -- it was Jasmine's favorite cat-o-nine-tails to use on her. Lisa gripped her hands into the plush mattress. Drone #0452 let the sensation sink in before flogging her again. Lisa cried out again as the flogger left red marks on her skin, even through her clothes. It was truly a terrible, evil weapon. Of course, her Mistresses loved using it on her -- Lisa's reactions from it were just the cutest.

"There you go," Drone #0452 responded. "Disobedience. That's what you'll feel when you even think of disobeying. And attempting to steal Diana's jewelry counts as disobedience. What do you feel when you think of that memory?"

"I... feel hurt..." Lisa moaned. Suddenly, she felt the sharp flog of the impact toy on her chest. Lisa's back arched as she cried in pleasure. Drone #0452 whipped her again and again.

Every time she did, Lisa's mind began to rewire to associate disobedience with pain. But even then, she loved disobeying. She loved being a brat. In part, that love was multiplied by knowing it would bring pain. She loved the game, and the payback.

Drone #0452 spent what felt like hours pounding the association into her, until Lisa's body stopped and it felt like she could never disobey again, not once. Lisa heard the flogger falling to the ground. Drone #0452 must have felt satisfied.

"This punishment has been completed," she spoke in her usual monotone. "When I pull these goggles off, you will be back in the waking world, all trance being left behind you. But the sensations will stay, and the association -- disobedience is pain, it feels good to obey -- those will stay with you indefinitely. Understood?"

"Yes... yes, Drone #0452," Lisa murmured. She couldn't help it.

Drone #0452 counted up, pulling the goggles off of Lisa slowly. As she did, Lisa found herself feeling awake and alert again. Felicity blinked, as she slowly started coming out of drone mode too -- her work being complete.

"How do you feel, Lisa?" Felicity asked, the normal wavelength of her voice returning to normal.

"Great," Lisa grinned. "Wow, you got me good."

"Thanks," Felicity smirked. "I'll have to let Jasmine kn-- aah!"

Lisa forced Felicity's body off of her and back onto the mattress. Once again, Lisa was on top, as she felt things should have been. So what if obedience was pleasure? She loved being a brat. And she loved being a tease, especially to her best friend.

Felicity stammered and blushed, turning into a total subby mess as Lisa glared down at her with a wicked grin. "So. How about I get some payback then?"

"D-doesn't it hurt?" Felicity managed.

"This? Oh, yeah." Lisa could still feel the cat-o-nine-tails on her, after all. "But it hurts so good, so I'm rolling with it. And so are you."