“Miss Kane!”

Startled, Emerald looked up from her doodle to see Professor Finn glaring at her from the front of the classroom. “I - I’m sorry, Professor, what did you say?”

“Please pay attention,” he said through gritted teeth. “I was asking you to help me demonstrate the aphasia jinx. I felt the other students could benefit from a refresher...”

Emerald swallowed hard, straightening her back. “I... I’d rather not, th-thank you, Professor,” she said shakily.

Finn blinked, taken aback. “You - you’d rather not?”

“No, thank you, Professor,” she said again, more confidently this time. She felt warm resolve spreading through her. Enough was enough. She was not the same timid girl from a month and a half ago. She’d matched wits with Livi Sharma and won. She was dating Freya Travers. She was the smartest fucking girl in their year, for Goddess’ sake! She deserved better than this. It was time to stand up for herself.

Finn narrowed his eyes, fixing them on her from across the room. Resisting the impulse to avert her eyes, she met his gaze, her jaw set with determination. Their silent impasse lasted a full five seconds before the Professor finally looked away, shaking his head in mild astonishment. “Very well,” he sighed. “Would anyone else care to volunteer?”

Beaming, Emerald glanced around at her classmates, and was met by bewildered and vaguely impressed faces around her. For once, she was being looked upon with mild respect by her peers! And all it had taken was a little backbone. Well, and probably Livi’s humiliation of a month ago.

Speaking of whom...

“I’ll do it, sir,” Livi spoke up, standing and making her way to the front of the room. She avoided eye contact with everyone, but Emerald felt like she was trying hardest not to look at her.

Settling back in her seat, she chose not to watch the demonstration - she’d had her fill of watching Livi being magically mistreated, and besides, she already knew quite well enough how the aphasia jinx worked. Instead, she resumed doodling in the corner of her notepad, the corners of her mouth upturned as she drew. From a distance it might appear that she was drawing random lines and curves, but anyone who observed closely enough could tell she was sketching a pair of long, slender legs, with the shape of a person kneeling between them, head nestled deep in their crotch.

It wasn’t just a doodle - it was a memory. She licked her lips, still vividly able to recall being Freya’s cocksleeve and reading desk a few days earlier. It was nigh-on-impossible to notice the passage of time while enthralled, but she must have knelt between her girlfriend’s legs for nearly an hour, cock and balls just sitting in her mouth, book resting on her head. Freya had grown more agitated the larger her genitalia grew, giving Emerald’s face little humps now and again, with increasing frequency. Eventually she had thrown the paperback aside and begun facefucking Emerald, grabbing the back of her head and moving it back and forth along her fully-restored shaft. Having not been given any specific orders to follow, Emerald had just stayed on her knees and let her Mistress use her for her relief.

After filling Emerald’s mouth and commanding her to swallow, Freya had taken a few minutes to recover, while her thrall kept kneeling mindlessly, oblivious to the stickiness on her chin where some of her owner’s cum had dribbled. Soon though, Freya had summoned Emerald onto the bed and had her lie on top of her, each of their heads between the other’s legs, so they could service each other. Partway through this, Freya had pulled her usual mean trick of bringing Emerald to her senses for a few seconds (during which she spluttered and choked on Freya’s dick while instinctively ramming hers down her throat) and then reasserting the hex before she came, depriving her of the pleasure.

Mmm... Emerald was getting hard right there in the classroom, just thinking about it. She might have to dash to the bathroom after the lesson, just as she had after that first time Professor Finn had enthralled her - though this time, she’d do so with far less self-loathing. She understood now that there was nothing wrong or shameful about having a kink for being mind controlled... and she couldn’t express how good it felt to explore it with the girl she loved.

Not that either of them had said those three little words just yet... but Emerald knew how she felt. And though she wasn’t yet bold enough to find out for certain, she felt confident that Freya felt the same way.

***

Two lessons - and an intervening bathroom break - later, Emerald met up with Freya for lunch in the dining hall, where they sat with a few of Freya’s friends, among them Hannah and Juniper. As the group ate and made casual conversation, one of Freya’s hands wandered under the table to gently stroke and squeeze Emerald’s thigh. Suppressing the shivers that ran through her, Emerald smiled and tried her best to engage in the ongoing small talk, casting an occasional smirk in her girlfriend’s direction.

After they’d eaten, Freya took Emerald’s hand and said, “Come with me.” She wasn’t asking. Shivering apprehensively, Emerald meekly trotted after her girlfriend, who led her through the winding corridors of the ancient school. They eventually reached the art studio, the walls of which were adorned with some of the better paintings produced by students in the last couple of years. Some were enchanted to move, repeating the same movement like a looped video, while others contained potions or mystical properties, which had soporific or mesmerising effects on anyone who studied them too closely and caught a whiff of the paint.

Emerald glanced around in mild bemusement, wondering why they were there. She felt Freya take her hand and lead her across the room to a stool in the corner. “Have a seat,” she said, grinning excitedly.

Sitting down, Emerald raised her eyebrows at Freya. “Are we here to do, y’know... enthralment stuff? In a classroom?”

“Don’t worry, I checked - the room’s not being used for the next hour,” Freya assured her. “We probably won’t be interrupted.” She smirked. “But, of course, if someone were to come in while you’re enthralled, and caught you doing Goddesses know what... you wouldn’t be too worried, would you?”

Emerald swallowed, eyes wide. “N-no, Mistress,” she mumbled, feeling her cock twitch eagerly beneath her skirt at the thought of being found mindlessly servicing Freya in a classroom. They’d both get detention, of course, but it’d be so fucking hot it might be worth it... Or maybe Freya would leave her in some humiliating predicament, hexed and happy, oblivious to the consequences... Mmm...

Her girlfriend caressed her under her chin, bringing her out of her fantasies and back to the present. “Nervous?” Freya chuckled.

“Mm,” Emerald nodded, blushing. “Tiny bit.”

Freya’s finger was still under her chin, holding her head up, forcing her to meet her gaze. She leaned closer, arching her back, her face inches from Emerald’s. “Ready to be under my power again?” she purred.

Emerald caught her breath. “Does it m-matter if I say no?” she stammered, smiling weakly.

“Not really,” Freya smirked, suddenly letting go of her girlfriend’s chin and stepping back, raising her hands slowly. (She’d been drawing out the teasing a little bit, in case Emerald had said a hard no to being enthralled in a classroom - but since no such objection had been made...)

As that familiar blue light appeared between Freya’s hands, Emerald sat up straighter in her chair, head tilted towards the glow as if to welcome it into her mind. She couldn’t wait to be blank and obedient... Her mind already felt like it was quietening down in anticipation of the hex... Her nipples and dick were so hard...

“Ask me to enthral you,” Freya said suddenly, leering at her from behind her hands. “Beg me to take control of you...”

Emerald gulped. “Please enthral me, Mistress,” she whimpered. “Please, steal my free will from me and make me your devoted slave. Rob me of my intellect, of my capacity for conscious thought. I don’t need to think, I just need to obey. Thinking is for magical Mistresses like you, not powerless property like me...” She trembled as Freya began to slowly lower her left hand and expose the glowing ring, a teasing smile on her partly-obscured face. But she didn’t drop her hand all the way - she didn’t release the hex, not yet. So Emerald kept up the pleading, shifting to perch on the very edge of her chair and gaze longingly up at her girlfriend.

“Please, Mistress, make me your stupid little toy again, right here in this classroom. Make me publicly degrade and demean myself for your amusement... Make me throw away any respect I’ve earned, and show everyone what a brainless, submissive slut I am for my Mistress... Please, I beg you, enchant and enthral me, because I’m -”

She gasped as Freya suddenly dropped her hand, discharging a blue flash from her ring. As the hex hit her, she kept rambling for a few more seconds. “I’m your - I - whuh - y-” She stuttered to a halt, mouth hanging open as the last vestiges of her consciousness tried to remember what she was about to say. A moment later, she forgot what she was trying to remember, and a moment after that, she forgot that she was trying to remember anything at all.

She smiled dopily as Freya giggled and took her by the chin again, gazing adoringly into her empty eyes. “What are you?” the blonde enchantress whispered.

“I’m your property, Mistress,” Emerald said dreamily.

Reaching under Emerald’s skirt, Freya cupped her cock and balls through her panties. “What are these?”

“They’re your property, Mistress.”

Freya grinned widely, leaning closer. “Kiss me.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Emerald replied, an instant before Freya’s lips met hers. They made out gently, sweetly, unhurriedly, Emerald’s arms hanging limply at her sides, Freya cradling her head.

Finally breaking off the kiss, Freya picked up her satchel and took out a paperback - the same paperback she’d been reading the other night, although Emerald was incapable of recognising it right now. Opening it to a page she’d bookmarked, she held it out to her thrall. “Take this, and read the highlighted section.”

“Yes, Mistress.” As Emerald took the book, Freya walked across the classroom to a cabinet containing an array of artistic equipment.

Her eyes fixing on the highlighted page, Emerald began to read without hesitation, the words registering with her eyes and flowing out of her mouth in monotone, while completely missing her brain en route. “‘Runes drawn on an enthralled subject do not need to conform to any specific appearance - they need not resemble any usual runes, but can take a shape or design entirely of the magician’s choice. Similarly, they can be drawn with any implement, though most favour ink or paint.”

Freya approached her, placing the items she’d collected from the cabinet - a thin paintbrush, a tube of black paint, and a pallet - on the table behind her. Unscrewing the cap of the tube, she squirted paint onto the pallet.

“‘The only requirement is that the sorcerer describe the purpose of the rune, in as much detail as necessary, to their subject before enchanting it’,” Emerald continued to drone, her voice empty of any noticeable emotion or intonation. “‘Once they do so, it will be visible only to the two of them, while the knowledge of the rune’s purpose will be lost to the subject - until it is first used, that is. As the enthralment hex has been compared to the mortal psychological art of hypnosis, these runes could be considered synonymous with ‘post-hypnotic suggestions’ - the art of implanting suggestions or triggers in a subject’s mind that would have an effect on them after the hypnosis session is concluded. The runes usually last up to three days before fading, depending on the magical potency of their designer, and on the frequency with which they are used.’”

With her recitation complete, Emerald lowered the book and gazed blankly at Freya, who reclaimed the paperback. “Under normal conditions, a smart girl like you could’ve guessed what’s gonna happen next,” she sniggered, brushing Emerald’s dark brunette hair away from her neck and tilting her head back so she was staring up at the ceiling. She then raised the tip of the paintbrush, now coated in wet black paint, to Emerald’s throat.

“That’s part of the fun,” she mused, as she applied paint to skin. “If you were aware, and you knew what I was doing, you might be scared. You might try to resist me, even if you don’t really want to... But in this condition, you can’t. You can’t even understand what you’re reading - just recite the words, and not know how they relate to you...” She caught her breath, licking her lips and smiling broadly. “I fully get what you find so hot about this stuff, Em...”

Within a couple of minutes, her simple design had been painted onto her spellbound girlfriend’s neck. A circle with little dots protruding at recurring intervals around its circumference, with another, smaller circle interlinked with it at its summit. A curved line was connected to the smaller circle, tailing off at its other end.

Stepping back, Freya raised her ring hand once more. “Listen very carefully, precious, while I explain what this rune will do.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Emerald said obligingly, her eyes still fixed on the ceiling above her, which earned a chuckle from her Mistress.

Once her explanation was complete, Freya released more magical energy, enchanting the rune on her submissive’s neck. It began to glow an electric blue-white, as it was instilled with power and became invisible to everyone except the young couple. With that done, Freya banished the enthralment hex.

Inhaling sharply as she came back to her senses, Emerald stared at Freya, wide-eyed. “Ru-runes?” she stuttered. “We’re doing runes n-now?”

“We are,” Freya sniggered. “Is that OK?”

“Um, yeah, I just wasn’t... expecting it.” Swallowing, she giggled nervously. “What a nice surprise!”

“Not that nice,” her girlfriend replied, still wearing that malignant grin that made Emerald shiver.

She rubbed at the glowing rune on her neck. “I... I know you told me what this does,” she said slowly, an awestruck smile spreading across her face. “I remember you speaking, I remember hearing you say the words... but I can’t remember what you said. It’s like, the things you said - they’re forbidden, kept out of my reach, locked away in my mind...” She shuddered. “That’s - that’s so fucking hot...”

“Just you wait, it’s gonna get hotter...” Freya made a show of checking the time. “Now, haven’t you got a study period to get to? You shouldn’t waste that time, dear - off you go!”

Emerald raised her eyebrows. Neither one of them actually needed to use free periods for studying - they’d pass their tests easily - so there had to be an ulterior purpose to Freya trying to hurry her away. Perhaps relating to the rune... But if that was the case, she didn’t want to question it. It was more fun if she played along.

Standing up, she moved in to kiss Freya, placing her hands on her waist. “Thanks for this,” she murmured as their lips parted. “I... I’m excited.” Blushing, she averted her gaze.

“I can tell,” Freya teased.

Her face reddening even more, Emerald quickly stepped back, putting some distance between her girlfriend and her hard-on. It was silly, she knew, to be embarrassed about such things - after all, she’d felt Freya’s erection too, and Freya seemed completely unabashed. Plus, they’d been putting their cocks inside each other’s mouths and butts every night this week. But she felt the blush rising regardless, and didn’t try to fight or hide it - she knew Freya enjoyed how easily flustered she was.

“I’ll see you tonight,” she giggled, still avoiding eye contact, and dashed from the room, her girlfriend’s laughter echoing in her ears.

Sitting down on the stool, Freya counted to thirty in her head, waiting for Emerald to get a good distance away. Then she said softly, “To me, precious.”

Three corridors across the school, Emerald’s brisk walk came to a sudden halt, as she felt a chill go through her. The rune on her neck pulsated with magical light as she found herself turning around and slowly, inexorably, helplessly walking back the way she came. There was no question of fighting it - she felt small, and timid, and vulnerable, like a rabbit caught in a trap, or a cow being led to the slaughterhouse.

Trembling, she re-entered the art room, where she saw Freya sitting and smiling jubilantly at her. She felt herself drawn across the room, compelled to approach her. Her mind was devoid of all thoughts except a terrified reverence for Freya, and a desperate need to be at her side. Once she got there, she dropped to her knees, gazing up at her Mistress in awe.

Freya looked down at her gleefully. “Holy fucking Goddess, it worked!”

“Mm-hm,” Emerald mumbled. “Seems like...”

Reaching down, Freya stroked her hair, making her quiver even more than she already was. “I’m guessing you’ve figured out what this rune does,” she chuckled.

“You... you can summon me,” Emerald whimpered, nuzzling into the headpats. “Wherever I go, you can call me back to your side...”

“That’s right. Because, what if I need you, and you’re all the way on the other side of the school? I could send you a message, but it’d be so much quicker and easier to just bring you to me, compel you to come and kneel at my feet...”

Emerald moaned, clutching at her skirt.

“I can bring you to me at any time,” Freya whispered. “Whenever I want, whatever you’re doing... I mean, whatever it is, it can’t be that important, can it? Not compared to what I want - that’s always more important. Isn’t that right, precious?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Emerald nodded insistently. “But... but what if I’m in the bathroom, or the shower? What if I’m naked, or half-naked - would I be able to get dressed before I have to come to you?”

Freya’s grin grew wider. “Well, I guess you’ll just have to be really quick, when you do use the bathroom or the shower. That is, unless you want people to see you walking across the school with no clothes on...”

Emerald sobbed. She felt so powerless, so degraded... and so fucking hard...

“Oh, and the best part...” Freya stood up, and Emerald felt herself tense up, her eyes fixed on her controller. “Until I release you, you need to stay by my side. So, if I move...” She began to stride across the studio. A tremor of panic going through her, Emerald fell onto all fours and quickly crawled after her, overtaken once more by that single-minded urge to be near her Mistress. She soon reached her, whereupon she sat back on her legs, kneeling once again, her face level with her girlfriend’s crotch. She thought she could see her hard wood through her skirt...

She was rewarded with more headpats, making her mewl and squirm on her knees. She wanted to touch herself so badly, but her body was Freya’s property, so she couldn’t without permission... She was stuck in a demeaning, servile position before her girlfriend, and she couldn’t even get herself off... She could be drawn to her side, compelled to kneel and crawl before her, at any time, regardless of her own circumstances...

It suddenly struck her that this was the ultimate humiliation. All these years being bullied and degraded by Livi and the others, treated as inferior, as nothing... and now, she’d given herself to Freya completely, surrendered her self-control to her, allowed her to publicly expose and degrade her if she so chose. How was it different? Why was it different? Why was it OK with her, letting Freya torment her more than anyone else ever had? Was it because she loved her? Was it because she knew (or strongly suspected) that Freya loved her? Maybe it was that - and maybe it was the near-certainty that Freya wouldn’t actually put her in a truly humiliating position. She wouldn’t publicly abuse her control over Emerald.

But Emerald kinda wished she would...

“Alright, I’ll let you go for now,” Freya said at last. “Unleashed.”

In an instant, Emerald felt the all-consuming fear, the need to kneel before her Mistress, vanish, leaving only a cold echo of dread in its place. Shivering, she stood up, and Freya instantly wrapped her arms around her.

“You OK?” she whispered. “Too much?”

Keenly returning the warm hug, Emerald buried her face in Freya’s shoulder. “No,” she replied softly. “Fuck, no... So hot... But... but thanks for asking.”

Freya didn’t reply - she just embraced her more tightly.

After another minute, they broke the embrace and said their goodbyes. Feeling physically and mentally untidy - like her clothes and her mind were both in disarray - Emerald turned to leave once again, shaking her head and smiling.

“To me, precious,” Freya said with a smirk.

“Huh - aw,” Emerald whimpered, stopping in her tracks and turning slowly, her eyes wide. She walked back over to Freya and dropped to her knees once more.

Freya spluttered with laughter as she petted her girlfriend’s hair again. “Sorry, couldn’t resist!”

Emerald blushed. “You couldn’t resist,” she sighed, smiling as she made her usual joke once again.

Her Mistress leered down at her. “Oh, precious... we are gonna have so much fun, playing with these runes!”