As Emerald grinned wildly, Freya studied her intently. It was remarkable, she thought, how quickly she’d fallen for her. They’d known each other in passing for over six years, and she’d always felt kind of sorry for the less magically-talented girl, particularly the way she kept being taunted and victimised by their classmates. Freya had wanted to do something about it, but the harassment was so widespread, she felt helpless to stop it.

Then she’d seen the enthralled Emerald licking Livi Sharma’s shoes in the middle of a school corridor, and something had snapped. The outrage had come bursting out of her, and in a moment of madness she’d found herself challenging the most powerful student in the school (and her two half-wit henchwomen). Freya’s protectiveness of Emerald had soon developed into great affection, and then admiration, as Emerald hatched a scheme to outwit and humiliate her tormenter and pulled it off perfectly (with Freya’s help). And then, as they spent more time together, that affection and admiration grew into something even more.

Freya had been intrigued, to say the least, when she learned of Emerald’s growing kink for being enthralled. The sight of her being treated like a literal bootlicker by Livi had disgusted her, but the knowledge that Emerald had, on some level, enjoyed it... Well, that had given Freya very different feelings! As her attraction to the shy brunette grew, and they’d started to date properly and shared a few exciting but relatively chaste kisses, she found herself fantasising about her more and more, imagining all sorts of lewd acts they might get up to - and more than a few of them involved Emerald enthralled, mindlessly happy to obey Freya’s every whim. The mental image of Emerald making out with her shoes was one she’d revisited a few times.

And then a few nights ago - cut off by the curfew bell just as they were finally getting hot and heavy, much to their mutual frustration - they’d used voodoo. Goddesses, that’d been fantastic. Freya had laid in her own bed playing with this plush doll she’d bought a few years earlier for the very purposes of practicing voodoo, on herself. The doll had no distinguishing gender features anywhere except between its legs, but back then Freya hadn’t received her flux transfiguration hex, so it suited her. And as such, it also suited Emerald. Though she hadn’t been able to see or hear her girlfriend reacting to her caressing the voodoo doll that night, she’d received very enthusiastic feedback the following morning. And she’d certainly got a lot of enjoyment out of imagining her girlfriend writhing and squirming on her bed, helpless under her hands. She’d had to stop toying with Emerald for a couple of seconds when the urge to rub her cunt grew too strong...

So Freya was not unfamiliar with the concept of controlling her girlfriend - in fact, she was sure she found it almost as hot as Emerald did. But she’d had reservations about actually deploying the enthralment hex. The spell was not exactly designed for consent - it drained away all the subject’s free will, leaving them a happy mindless slave, without the capacity to object or negotiate midway through any acts they might not ordinarily like or agree to. And unlike Livi, Freya strongly gave a shit about Emerald’s wellbeing.

But, if Emerald was sure about this whole consensual non-consent thing... Well, she’d certainly been very persuasive. Ironic, that Freya had felt like Emerald had been in control in that moment, compelling her to agree to cast the enthralment hex. Not for the first time, it occurred to Freya that Emerald might have a dominant side too. She’d certainly seemed to get a kick out of controlling and humiliating Livi, Jemma and Georgia all those weeks ago - the look on her face as she’d meted out that long-awaited vengeance had been scary hot. The blazing spark in Emerald’s eyes had made Freya’s tummy tumble, and her pussy tingle. And in fact, one or two of her fantasies since that day might have reversed their usual roles, depicting Freya on her knees before a stone-faced, fiery-eyed Emerald...

Her attention was drawn back to the present by Emerald reaching out and poking her gently on the shoulder. “Where’d you go?”

Freya smiled fondly at her. “Just thinking about you.” Then, as Emerald returned her smile, she added mischievously, “About how little thinking you’re gonna be doing for the rest of the evening.”

She giggled as her girlfriend blushed. If she had to estimate, Freya reckoned Emerald spent more time in her presence blushing than not. She could just take a bite out of those rosy cheeks...

Emerald was sitting next to her on the bed now, facing her with wide and eager eyes, waiting to be enthralled. To become a mindless, happily obedient doll. Freya’s doll. Her thrall. Her slave...

She caught her breath at the thought of it. Well, no time like the present, she told herself, and raised her hands, forming them into her usual spellcasting pattern - crossed over in front of her face, left hand covering the right.

“Last chance to back out,” she told her girlfriend, as she began to summon magical energy from the well of power within herself, the enthralment hex at the forefront of her mind. Her lapis lazuli ring - a gift from her birth father, a warlock and close friend of her mothers who was glad to act as their donor - began to emit that telltale glow.

Emerald was unwavering. “No way,” she blurted, breathing quickly and heavily from sheer excitement. “I want this so much, so damn much...” A rapturous smile was spreading across her face. “I wanna feel my thoughts go dim again, all the noise in my head just stopping for a while... I wanna go empty and blank, just happy to obey... I wanna be yours, Freya, I wanna be your thrall, your fucktoy, your emp- your empty, um... your, y-” She blinked dazedly as she lost her train of thought. “Huh?” she mumbled, her mouth hanging just slightly agape as she stared vacantly at her girlfriend.

Freya whimpered, clapping a hand over her mouth. Emerald had been so busy soliloquising about the ecstasy of being enthralled, she hadn’t even noticed Freya drop her left hand and release the hex. She’d just kept rambling until she’d run out of words, the last vestiges of her mind floating out of her reach.

Now it was all gone. That towering intellect that Freya loved so much had vanished, leaving Emerald nothing but a dopey slavegirl.

Fuck, Freya was wet. And she clearly wasn’t the only one turned on - as Emerald’s body responded to the situation even without her mind to guide it, her hard-on was growing larger and larger, easily visible through her dress.

A dopey, horny slavegirl then. Her dopey, horny slavegirl. Her Emerald, robbed of her faculties and reduced to her plaything.

Perfect. This was, sincerely, absolutely fucking perfect.

But now what?

Freya hadn’t lacked for fantasies about what to do with Emerald if she ever got the chance to enthral her. If anything, that was the problem - she was spoilt for choice. The possibilities were endless, and the mental images were bringing her to the edge of orgasm before she even had the chance to make them a reality. Just the fact, the mere reality, of having an enthralled submissive in front of her, ready and willing to do whatever she asked, was almost enough to make her cum then and there.

But that would be a waste of the opportunity, and her magical energy. And she had to imagine Emerald wouldn’t be especially satisfied.

So, where to begin? Well, they could pick up right where they left off. Scooting forwards over the duvet, Freya positioned herself close to the blankly staring Emerald.

“M-make out with me,” she said nervously. “Kiss me like you mea-”

Freya was cut off mid-word - Emerald had reacted the instant she’d finished her first sentence, looking her straight in the eyes and then leaning forwards and planting her lips on Freya’s. Startled for a moment, Freya soon returned the kiss with gusto.

Making out with an enthralled Emerald felt different somehow. Inhibitions were in Emerald’s nature - she’d been treated poorly throughout her time at Hexbourne Academy, emotionally beaten down by her peers. Even when they’d been passionately making out - just now, before the hex, and two nights ago - Freya had sensed Emerald holding back, just a little. Less and less every moment, but that shyness, that timidness, was still there. As if she just couldn’t quieten the voices in her head, the doubts, the fears that any moment now she was going to lose the joy she’d found.

The hexed Emerald had no such reservations. She had no reservations at all. Freya felt her give herself to the kiss completely, not holding back at all, lost in the moment without thought or fear. Freya realised that must be part of what appealed to Emerald about being enthralled - not just how hot it was, but how it set her free from all her worries and anxieties. All the noise in my head just stopping for a while... Who knew kinky shit could be so therapeutic?

At least, that was what Freya suspected. It was all speculation, of course. Then again, there was an easy way to confirm her suspicions - she could just ask. Emerald would spill any inner thoughts, feelings and secrets she had under the hex’s influence. But that felt like too much of an invasion of privacy - no matter how much power Emerald had granted her, Freya didn’t want to pry too deeply into her mental and emotional vulnerabilities.

Physical vulnerability, on the other hand...

Planting her palm on Emerald’s chest, Freya pushed her back, breaking off the kissing. Emerald sat and stared dreamily at her.

“Stand up, and strip off your dr-dress,” Freya ordered, stammering in her excitement.

The jerky, half-asleep way Emerald clambered off the bed put Freya in mind of a marionette being pulled up by strings. She reached back and fumbled for the zip, tugging it down before unhooking the straps from over her shoulders, gazing blankly ahead of her the whole time. Freya licked her lips as the glittering green dress slid down Emerald’s body and hit the floor. As the thrall stepped out of it, her heels snagged on the fabric and there was a tiny ripping sound. But that didn’t matter - the dress would eventually revert to normal school clothes, in the exact condition they were in before, when the transfiguration wore off.

Freya stood, her eyes roaming over her entranced girlfriend’s scantily-clad form. Small boobs made more prominent by a black push-up bra, a bare stomach with a cute little belly button, lacy black panties bulging from the pressure within, silky translucent black tights, and shiny high heels. She looked like a pin-up model, at least in Freya’s humble opinion.

Stepping closer, Freya embraced her and buried her face in Emerald’s shoulder. Her hands wandered over Emerald’s body, one groping a tit while the other clutched at a butt cheek. Her crotch rubbed against Emerald’s hip, and as she gradually grew more manic in her humping, she made out with Emerald’s collar bone, nibbling at it hungrily. Emerald stood motionless the whole time, letting her girlfriend use her as a mannequin, just a sex doll to get off on - or rather, against.

Eventually managing to tear herself away, Freya turned around. “Undress me,” she gasped, rubbing her own chest through her clothes in her heightened arousal. “Kiss each part of my bare flesh as they’re exposed.”

She felt Emerald unzip her own dress from the back, taking hold of the garment’s collar and slipping it over her shoulders. The next second she felt a soft, adoring kiss on her bare shoulder, and then another on the opposite side. As Emerald pulled the dress further down, she marked each stage of its progress with more kisses on Freya’s back, stopping at the base of her spine as the dress fell to the floor. Freya sensed Emerald crouching down, and then felt another kiss just below her butt cheek, on the first patch of skin not covered by her panties. She moaned and rubbed herself through her panties and bra as she felt her submissive’s mouth continue down her legs, finally coming to a halt at her ankles, just above her shoes.

Emerald made no move to stand up, lying on the carpet with her face still inches from Freya’s heel. Turning, she stared down at the prone thrall, eyes hooded with lust.

“Well, since you’re down there anyway,” she purred, sitting back down on the edge of the bed and spreading her legs apart. “Kiss your way up my inner leg - passionately - until you get to my pussy.”

Emerald’s mouth soon met Freya’s leg. These weren’t soft and affectionate like the back kisses - no, these were love bites, passionate as specified. Lips sucking at the skin, tongue lashing, teeth nipping, making out forcefully with each space on her skin. As Emerald reached the upper thigh, Freya cried out and fell back onto the bed, grasping her panties and tearing at them with her pointed nails, ripping them off and exposing her cunt. (She gave not one shit about the ruined underwear, partly because it too had been affected by the transfiguration magic and would eventually return to an undamaged state, but mostly because she was too horny to even think about it.)

True to her instructions, Emerald nibbled at the very top of Freya’s inner leg and then stopped, resting her chin on the duvet, gazing placidly at her girlfriend’s drooling slit. After pausing for a few seconds to savour the moment, Freya commanded, “Eat me out.”

Lips met lips, and Freya felt the tip of a tongue run along her entrance, sending a shudder through her. She frantically pulled off her bra and pawed at her breasts, rolling her nipples between thumbs and fingers.

Emerald Kane’s licking my cunt, she thought in wonderment. Shy, cute little bookworm Emerald Kane is my mindless sex pest... She’ll do anything for me, anything I wa-aaah-

Freya came, hard, legs wrapped around Emerald’s head, humping her eager mouth as it drank up her cum like sucking juice from an orange.

After lying spreadeagled on the bed getting her breath back for a minute or two - during which time Emerald remained kneeling on the floor, chin resting on the edge of her own bed, staring between her girlfriend’s legs with a dreamy smile - Freya finally sat up again and looked down at Emerald adoringly.

“Stand up,” she said breathily. Emerald did so, giving Freya a lovely view of her breasts from below. “Take off your bra,” she commanded, while reaching out to hook her fingers under Emerald’s panties. As her bra was unclasped and cast aside, unveiling her cute little tits, Freya slowly pulled down her panties, sliding them over her fully erect dick. Grinning wildly, she stuck out her tongue and ran it along the throbbing shaft, tasting a dribble of precum on the tip.

Resisting the urge to shove Emerald’s member deep into her mouth, Freya instead stood up and stared into her clouded eyes. “You’re mine now, Emerald,” she said with a savage grin. “You’re my property. You belong to me. Isn’t that right?”

Emerald met her intense gaze with the same sleepy smile as usual. “Yes,” she said simply.

“Say ‘Yes, Mistress’,” Freya corrected, “whenever I tell you to do something, or ask you a question.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Freya rubbed her thighs together, panting open-mouthed. “What are you, Emerald?”

“I’m your property, Mistress,” Emerald replied matter-of-factly.

She licked her lips, relishing the lingering taste of her property’s precum. “You’re my brainless sex doll,” she continued as she groped Emerald’s tits. “My dumb little slut. My owned plaything. Tell me what you are.”

“I’m your brainless sex doll, Mistress,” the mind-controlled girl answered, seeming oblivious to the hands on her chest, although her nipples were erect. “Your dumb little slut - your owned plaything.”

Reaching down, Freya cradled Emerald’s cock and balls in her hand. “These are mine now,” she told her. “They’re my property. Aren’t they?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“What are they, Emerald?”

“Your property, Mistress,” the thrall said earnestly.

Freya smiled adoringly at her. “Then you should give them to me, I think...”

She kissed Emerald softly, lovingly, arms wrapping around her back, pressing their naked bodies together. As they made out, Freya steered them around so that Emerald was facing away from the bed, and then slowly, carefully lowered her onto the duvet. Lying on top of her enthralled girlfriend, Freya lined her cunt up with Emerald’s cock. They slid together like puzzle pieces, sending a pulse of ecstasy reverberating through every inch of Freya’s body. “Fuck,” she gasped.

“Yes, Mistress,” Emerald sighed, and began thrusting her hips upwards, moving inside her Mistress so slowly, so tenderly, so wonderfully.

As her body shook, her eyes rolled back in her head, and her lips sucked at Emerald’s neck, Freya had a fiendish thought. Raising her right hand into the air, she channelled some power into her ring, and then made a zig-zag motion in mid-air with her outstretched middle finger. As she did so, she managed to focus her attention on Emerald’s face.

The mindless fog vanished from her expression as Emerald became suddenly, overwhelmingly aware of everything happening to her - and everything that had happened so far. Her eyes and mouth opened as wide as they could, and she stared up at her girlfriend in shock, still mechanically thrusting inside her.

“Uhhng!” she said, eloquently. “Goddess - fuck - Freya - uhhh - I’m gonna cum -” Her face reddened and contorted, clearly on the edge of release...

And then Freya waved her ring hand in front of Emerald’s eyes, there was an electric blue glow, and Emerald’s face relaxed, her eyes unfocusing and her mouth settling into a dreamy smile. A second later, with her body already acting on the impulse to orgasm, her cock fired inside Freya, coating her inner walls with thick spurts of cum. But Emerald’s mind had already dimmed too much for her to even notice the release, let alone enjoy it on the level she otherwise would have.

The feeling of Emerald coming inside her, combined with the knowledge that she wouldn’t get any real satisfaction from it, pushed Freya over the edge into her second orgasm of the night. Her pussy contracted around her girlfriend’s still-ejaculating member, drenching it in her juices.

Two powerful hexes, and two body-quaking orgasms, in less than an hour suddenly took their toll on Freya. As she came down from the release, a wave of exhaustion overtook her, and she slid sideways off Emerald and collapsed onto the bed. With her last reserves of energy, she wrapped an arm and a leg around her torso, cuddling her close as her eyes drooped shut. She soon began to snore, face buried in Emerald’s shoulder.

Emerald lay awake for a while, body held in Freya’s embrace, mind lost in the bliss of the hex - just a human-shaped, realistic body pillow, being hugged gently by her owner. Eventually though, she too succumbed to the night’s exertions and dozed off in the arms of her lover.

***

Hours later, as pale November sunlight washed across her bedroom, Emerald’s eyelids flickered open, eyes rolling before gently settling into the same dazed stare she had worn before she fell asleep. Mind still submerged in enthralling magic, she stayed exactly where she was, with the snoring Freya still clutching her tightly.

Some time later, Freya woke up. Emerald’s vacant eyes watched her sit up and loom over her, gazing down at her adoringly.

“Mm,” Freya mumbled, sleepily admiring her submissive’s blank face. Then, sudden realisation hit her. “Crap,” she muttered, raising her right hand and concentrating for a second. “Sorry, I fell asleep before I could lift it...” She waved her hand across Emerald’s field of vision, the bright blue glow leaving a trail of light across her sightline.

In an instant, Emerald was fully aware of everything. She gasped, heat flooding her body as she found herself lying naked next to her similarly-starkers girlfriend, and remembered how they got there. Her mind, so recently devoid of any thoughts, was suddenly filled with vivid memories of the previous night.

I stripped in front of her, she thought with a mixture of horror, awe and arousal. I stripped her! I ate her pussy - fuck - she licked my cock - oh Goddesses - we fucked...

Letting out a high-pitched, utterly non-verbal exclamation, she buried herself beneath the duvet, face burning with horny embarrassment. Giggling, Freya reached under the covers and hugged her again, cradling her head against her bare chest.

“Was that everything you wanted it to be?” she whispered.

After a long pause which she spent squirming, Emerald replied with a muffled, “Yep.” Then she kissed Freya’s boobs.

Freya chuckled again. “I didn’t cross any lines, did I? I didn’t make you do anything you didn’t like?”

Finally emerging from her snuggly hiding place, Emerald slid up the bed to face her girlfriend. “If anything, you didn’t go as far as I thought you would!”

“Hah, I know... It was all so sudden, I didn’t really have time to think it through or plan it or whatever. I’ll be better prepared next time!”

Emerald smiled. “Well, you did very well for your first time...”

“As did you, plaything,” Freya replied with a mischievous grin.

More blushing and squirming ensued. After some more cuddling, Freya spoke again.

“So the things I made you do - and the things I made you say - you were fine with all that? Even when I made you say you were a dumb slut?”

Emerald nodded. “Yeah, that was fine. I’m happy with whatever you call me, or whatever you make me call myself.” She grinned naughtily. “After all, it can be true if you want it to be, when I’m enthralled...”

Now it was Freya’s turn to blush, though her eyes lit with excitement.

“And the stuff you made me do? That was all so, so fucking hot... And it’s OK that you fell asleep before you could lift the hex - I kinda loved lying there all night in your arms, falling asleep and waking up still under your control...” Emerald bit her lip, wide eyes staring at Freya. “And, and - we had sex.”

Freya grinned at her. “Yes. Yes, we did! How was that?”

“Um... amazing, first of all - but you woke me up and made me cum and then hexed me again at the last second! I know I came, I felt it happen, but I didn’t care about it, I didn’t get anything out of it!” She whimpered, burying her face in the pillow. “So mean!”

Freya fell about laughing. “I know, I’m sorry! I couldn’t resist...”

“You couldn’t resist,” Emerald muttered mutinously, but she was smiling. “Having an orgasm but not getting to enjoy it, getting that taken away from me... that’s incredibly hot...”

“I thought so,” her girlfriend grinned.

The memories of what they’d done - and the thoughts of what they might yet do - were getting Emerald hard again. She felt the urge to reach down and stroke herself, but she resisted.

“I wanna rub my dick,” she mumbled, staring at Freya. “But...”

Freya raised an eyebrow. “But?”

Emerald grinned. “But, it’s not mine to rub, is it? It belongs to you.”

Freya’s eyes widened. She smiled, open-mouthed with lust.

“So, Mistress,” Emerald whispered, “do I have permission to touch myself?”

Her Mistress considered for a long moment. “Hmm... no,” she said eventually, eliciting a needy whine from Emerald. “I think I’d like to enjoy my property right now. I can’t start my morning without breakfast, after all...”

Smirking at Emerald’s stupefied expression, she slipped beneath the duvet. Seconds later, Emerald let out a loud moan as she felt a warm mouth enclose her morning wood, Freya’s lips and tongue sliding up and down her shaft. She still wanted to reach down and play - to feed herself to her Mistress - but she reminded herself that she wasn’t allowed, clutching at the bedclothes instead. Her cock and balls didn’t belong to her any more. She didn’t belong to her any more.

I’m property, she thought gleefully. I’m Freya’s plaything, her dumb little slut, her sex doll... She owns me... She decides what I do, what I say, what I think... She could tell me to streak through the courtyard and eat dirt from a flowerbed, and I’d do it... maybe even if she didn’t enthral me...

As these thoughts, and Freya’s mouth, brought Emerald the glorious orgasm she’d been prevented from enjoying the previous night, she vividly imagined a future where she was her girlfriend’s full-time slave, allowing herself to believe it was her fate, her destiny. Perhaps... the reason she had no magical power of her own... was because all her life, she’d just been waiting for a person with power - the right person - to take ownership of her. To take what little she had - her free will, her intelligence, her dignity - and make her into their stupid, slutty slavegirl.

She couldn’t imagine a better fate.