Waking up hurts.

My head rattled—maybe mentally, maybe physically, but everything felt off in the worst ways possible. Something tugged on my left hand too, not so hard I would fall—wait, I was… on the floor? Maybe that was why everything ached, and my head felt like a herd of horses had trampled through them.

“Ugh… why is it not coming off…” The familiar voice snarled, and I could feel another pull on my hand. Not on the limb itself, but on the armband—no, it was bracelet now. I could only feel a single band circling my wrist as another tug happened again. “Dammit! It looks so good…”

“That’s… my amulet.” I whispered, even though my throat was fine, but my jaw and body were still aching. So even that little attempt in talking was enough to make me close my eyes again, a soft whimper coming out of my throat. “No one can take it off.”

Not unless I died. That would be the only time a magical girl’s amulet left them, the jewelry—for it would always look like one, whether it was bracelet or necklace or even earrings—seeking for its next host. Someone who would be able to protect the city, who also had a pure enough heart. That latter one was a probable, but considering I had never seen a bad magical girl… Likeliest choice.

But I didn’t say any of that of course, merely smiling slightly despite the bits of pain as the Phantasm still continuing to try and fail to get my bracelet off of me. She huffed and snarled, even as she continued to fail. She had turned back into her dragongirl form, considering that was the one that had hands and fingers that allowed her to slip between my bracelet and I to try and tug it away.

I… should do something, like transform back into my magical girl form. But the thought of doing that sent a jolt of pain across my body, and I accepted that I wouldn’t be able to do that for now. I didn’t even know I could end up detransforming, but maybe that was because I was… My memories felt slippery, sifting out of my grip whenever I tried to remember what had happened.

Flash of pain, a flare of magic power and then…

Nothing.

Did the dragon overload my protection? That sounded the likeliest thing to happen. I couldn’t help the choked laugh escaping me, even as my whole body trembled and hurting with every laugh that came out of me.

“What are you laughing about?” She snarled, a low one that sent shivers down my spine for merely a moment, until I remember that she hadn’t done much beyond trying to take my amulet. Which, well… was a futile thing to do.

I couldn’t help my giggle though, as I realized that I was the safest I’d ever been—even though I was completely under the dragon’s mercy. My head was still feeling completely all fuzzy and woozy, but at least she didn’t demand much out of me.

“You are so strong, and yet… the amulet thwarts you, just like that.” I let loose another laugh, as I couldn’t help it. “Hehheh… so this is stronger than you, then.”

Perhaps taunting her wasn’t the best option, even though she wasn’t within her dragon form anymore. That didn’t mean she was weak, of course, as the fact her magic still coming out of her in waves meant that I was also bedazzled by them—it was harder to throw away any influences when my head still felt like a wrung sponge.

The song, the scent—they all served to muddle my mind further, beyond what I already got.

“Alright.” I started slightly when she spoke again, because I was sure that she had been silent for a while moments ago. Even my eyes had closed without my realization, the voice of her magic ringing in my head. “I had needed to do this on the others, and I thought perhaps this time I didn’t… but I suppose this is my life now.”

She let out a soft sigh, before she finally sat on my side, and her hand went onto my chin to make me look into her eyes.

They were… I… I couldn’t blink. I couldn’t look away.

Her scent had saturated the surrounding air, strong and sweet. With every inhale, I could feel her influence whispering in. Her eyes though, were no longer like anything else I had ever seen. They no longer looked like reptile’s eyes, yellow with slitted pupils.

No, they looked like a spiral had interlaid itself across her eyes, one that constantly pulled on my attention to look. Unable to look anywhere else, I was helpless as it spun and spun, whispering at me that there had to be something, a reason why it was so fascinating to me—it wasn’t merely the movement that demanded my attention, after all.

They shimmered prettily, wonderfully, like glints of jewels under the sun. They swirled slowly, turning round and round, tumbling and making the gems sparkle even better—taking more of myself with them.

I tried to hold onto something, anything, really. And yet whenever I managed to drag up a thought, a glint came onto her eyes and it took my thought with it.

“Sssh, it’s okay now. Let the pretty sparkles take away all your words…” She whispered, claws—hands? Maybe it was hands now, for they felt warm against mine, even if slightly rough.

I found myself relaxing though, the constant whimpers I didn’t even realize I was releasing slowly going silent. The ripples within my mind were being calmed down, slowly becoming as still as it could be—no waves at all.

“Good, good… now take a few deep breaths.”

My lungs swelled as I followed the dragon’s instructions, so incredibly easy with every moment that had passed. Especially when I was watching and looking deep into her eyes, at how I was unable to find the end of it. All I could get was the constant spin, and—”pulling you deeper”—I fell into the trance, my mind not really working for my own thoughts.

Good enough for her, though. For listening to what the dragon told me, to understand and did it all, because I could no longer really think.

“Let the glow fill your mind, blotting every thought you have. They were useless to you… my words are what you need to pay attention to. For you wish to obey me, and to be my good girl.” She whispered, and her hands started to caress my body through my shirt.

Where did my magical girl uniform had gone to? I shuddered in place, unable to remember when I had detransformed. I wanted to close my eyes and focus on my memories—and yet, as I stood there and looked into her eyes… I lost hold on that thought too. I didn’t remember what I originally wanted to do, and the questions in my head crumbled as well—leaving only the vaguest feeling of worry. Merely a seed, something that could grow if I planted it somewhere.

So of course the glows and the spirals did another few turns and tumbles, and I lost that seed from my grip. Nothing’s left in my mind, except for what she wanted to give me. For whatever she wished to inscribe inside my head.

I stayed and watched, unable to do anything else except to look in fascination… and listening closely. Having an empty mind felt off, as I was used to a constant thought running within—and yet, that made what the dragon was doing even more effective.

Without knowing what I was missing, I tried to think, and without knowing what to think—I grasped what was in front of me. I watched, and as a few thoughts bubbled up from the depths of my mind, they were taken away, swallowed by the wonderful spirals.

“Yes… focus on them further, pet.” Her whispers were honey, dripping into me with saccharine sweetness that smothered any possible bitter thoughts. “The more you tried to think, the more your words get taken away… and that meant you tumbled deeper and deeper into the trance.”

My mouth had fallen open, a few drips of drool escaping from the corner of my eyes as I gave a vague noise of affirmation.

She probably smiled, with the way the corner of her mouth lifting slightly and making her eyes narrowed a bit—cutting off the ends of the spirals. Too little to break the hold she had on me, though.

“Good girl.” She breathed out, and her hands had wandered over to touch under my clothes—slipping right into my bra and touching right on my breasts. The brush of her mildly rough skin, the slight brush against my nipples, I couldn’t help but moan. Not a loud one, but my body was growing hotter with every touch, and it was hard to think what was the issue when it felt this good.

After all, feeling good had to mean it was positive. Something I should want.

My eyes were starting to hurt from how long I kept them open, but to close them meant I would lose out on the spiral, on the constant swirling pattern still going on within her eyes. A small part of me still wished to do that—but I couldn’t understand why. So I ignored it, just like how I ignored the shivers of pleasure going through my body thanks to her touch and caress.

“It’s okay pet. You can close your eyes… for the spiral stays with you. It’ll be there, behind your eyelids, always turning and tumbling, the glimmers somehow still being reflected even within the darkness.”

With that allowance—I found my eyes closing almost immediately. I let out a soft gasp of relief, body shuddering slightly from the strain I had exerted from keeping them open. I swayed and relaxed even as I stood there, in front of her… and watching the spiral, for she spoke true, and it continued on within my eyesight.

“The deeper you go, the easier you’ll find my words filling you. To be etched deep inside your body, unable to be changed unless it was me doing it.”

I didn’t know how long I was like that, just going deeper and deeper into the spiral, trying to seek the end of it… even as I wondered if there was ever an end. That thought was easily smothered away by the glimmers, and I wondered how many times I thought about it—and that was swallowed away too, leaving me empty and blank once more.

“That’s it, pet. Let the spiral fill you up, slowly heating your body… Arousing you slowly but surely.” She continued to talk, her words completely inscribing themselves inside my brain. “Each breath you took filled yourself further. More arousal. More heat, even.”

I shuddered in place, a soft whine escaping my throat. That was all I could do to keep my mind, what with the way arousal burned through myself. After all, her words changed the situation completely, my body was desperate to follow the commands. And so I obeyed and let my body burn. I gasped and moaned, rubbing my thighs together, enjoying and reveling in the pleasure building inside. A maelstrom of heat and fire, joined in with the wetness my body had now, for my arousal completely encompassed the whole of myself.

“Do you want to feel even better, pet?” She asked after a while, amusement clear within her tone. She was enjoying the way I was gasping and whimpering, unable to hold back anything as the pleasure mounted. Her words were perhaps sudden, perhaps not, but I knew I jerked in place in surprise when I heard it nonetheless.

My eyes were still closed as I listened to her properly, my head tilted slightly in confusion—the question had left my mind soon after it was said, since it was so much easier to just not think and instead let her think for me.

Which meant when the dragon’s hand came onto my chin, making my head nod as she repeated the question—a trace of laughter in the back of her throat—and so I knew what I wanted, and that was to feel good, agreeing completely to what she said.

“Then you just need to obey me.” She said, her eyes glowing with excitement and made fire smolder within my gut.

I nodded immediately, because that’s what she wanted out of me. Agreeing with her felt easy too, because following was easier than thinking for myself.

It was easier after that—she told me what to do, and I submitted.

We left the city together, me completely within her binding, and her holding onto my reins.

The wind was cold, and that would be enough to snap me out of the trance—if not for the fact the spiral stuck on me. They never went away, never left me alone. Always there, constantly spinning and showing off in front of me… as long as my eyes were closed.

So the answer was simple, just keep my eyes open then, right? And yet, I couldn’t find it in myself to do that. She hadn’t asked me to do that just yet, after all. I obeyed and continued to be a good girl, without a need to tell the dragon because pleasure burned through myself—and that was enough.

Time was merely a construct, something that was passing as she brought me elsewhere—probably somewhere she could program me further, better than the patchwork she did in my mind, back when I was still woozy and knocked out from the little fight we did in the sky.

Only when we finally landed did I finally opened my eyes, and I was still within a trance—and so within her control. Even though the spiral no longer stayed in front of my sight, constantly reinforcing me to go deeper and deeper, full of obedience toward the dragon… without any incredibly uncomfortable sensation I didn’t think I could shake myself out of the trance.

The dragon transformed herself back to her humanoid form once I had jumped down onto the ground, feeling the roughness of stones beneath my feet. We had arrived in front of some sort of cave, the entrance huge and dark, completely covering whatever was inside.

She turned toward me first, one of her hands pulling me closer while the other tilting my head up with a single grip on my chin. Her eyes… weren’t spinning around, but I couldn’t help but saw the illusion anyway, and I relaxed within her grip.

A smile spread on her face as she felt the way I melted into her touch, perhaps she could even read my blank mind. I didn’t know, nor did I care enough one way or another. What mattered was my obedience, that I was completely under her control.

“Good girl, not fighting the spiral.” She praised, her voice slightly breathy in a way that made my whole body shudder with a pleasant shiver. “Although then again… it doesn’t really matter anymore. You are here now, and this is mine.”

She touched my bracelet then, her fingers curling around it possessively, as if she wished she could have taken it away from me. I obeyed and let her touch and caress it however she wished, my mind continuing to stay still and blank, not even exerting an effort to think why she wanted it so badly she took me.

It didn’t take long before she finally let it go again, her breathing a little harder before she turned her head toward me again—and her grin grew bigger. “Alright, it is time for you to meet up with your fellows. My other crown jewels…” She let out a dreamy sigh, eyes closing for a moment.

Merely a few seconds before she shook her head and turned around, her hand never letting my bracelet ago as she walked into the cave—into the darkness.

Even though I shouldn’t be able to think much, I couldn’t help the jolt of fear that squeezed my heart. And yet my feet followed her, not even a little bit of struggle.

My eyes stayed open throughout as we pass through the entrance, and that was how I saw the way the darkness seemingly twist away—splitting apart like a gaping maw, as if we were entering the mouth of a great beast, the caves merely their throat—but that expectation was pushed away the moment the shadows closed behind us once more, veiling the true contents of the cave from everyone.

The inside looked comfortable, even the flooring, the ones supposed to be made out of rocks—they felt soft beneath my feet, as if they were made out of carpets instead of stones. I felt off, my mind thrown into a loop upon that realization—and yet before I could have done anything else, someone had walked through one of the many corridors this nest had.

She was bare—except for the choker on her neck, made out of some sort of precious metal with sapphires inlaid within it. Her slightly curly red hair flowed like a waterfall, even further down than her shoulders, and a few of them even somehow looked like they covered her modestly sized breasts in a tasteful way. A wide smile spread on her face, eyes glazed with happiness and something else—I shuddered from my position, as if I knew that she was merely mirroring my own face.

And yet, there was something about her look that pulled at me. A familiarity? It was hard to pull on that thread, to lean onto it—for soon after that thought passed my mind, I was startled back to the present from the loud cry of that woman hugging the dragonwoman tightly. Her face barely hid how much happiness she was holding back, that she was barely managing to contain them.

That line of thought forgotten, I leaned elsewhere. More toward the part of me that told me that I should use this as my advantage, right? To try to find a way to get away, at this moment when no one was paying attention to me. The two of them were fully looking on one another, and the new woman was definitely looking at the dragonwoman with full of love.

“You have come back, Mistress!” Even her tone was fully happy, the woman easily rubbing her face against the dragonwoman’s body and shuddering slightly in pleasure from the little action. “The others are resting right now, but I’ll be more than happy to attend to whatever you need.” She huskily whispered, and yet loud enough to echo in the room.

The dragonwoman was probably smiling back—even if I didn’t know how she would look like, considering I was toward her back. I could see the way her tail waved back and forth in excitement, thumping slightly against the carpeted rocks.

I watched, a little fascinated at that. A part of mine was trying to pull my attention elsewhere, but I couldn’t help to stay and look. Thoughts were hard, and it was always easier to just… let them all melt down.

The dragonwoman—Mistress—would give me the words and sentences I needed to think.

“That will be a wonderful thing to do… but I need to handle my newest jewel, dear Sapphire.” She growled softly, her hands coming up to caress the glittering stone on the woman’s neck—Sapphire. Was that truly her name? I didn’t know, nor did I care about that too much—right now all I could do was look at her and frown slightly upon the slight sense of familiarity coming out of her.

There was an incredibly familiar magic power coming out of her choker too, something recognizable. Maybe even something I had been using for again, and again. My thoughts refused to stay on those threads though, slipping away to focus on anything else whenever I lost focus… and that was an easy thing to happen. Especially since the dragonwoman was in front of me. Her incredibly distracting self, the way lights reflected off her scales, her soft voices as she talked with the woman—all of those were an easy combination to pull me back toward her. 

Oh… even if I wished to run and get away, I didn’t think I could get away for long anyway. The burn within my body was growing ever stronger, still happening, and I wasn’t able to even stop them from becoming hotter. My hands twitched at times, wanting to move and plunge right into my snatch and hopefully reach the peak of pleasure.

“Oh she’s adorable, Mistress.” Sapphire had suddenly stood in front of me, her hand so warm when she touched my chin to lift my head up; making me look right into her eyes. She looked more lucid, this close. As if the act of dominating over me—and that sent another shiver down my spine—was enough to pierce through the veil of trance and hypnosis the dragon had layered over us. “We’ll definitely give her a wonderful welcome after you, Mistress. She needs to know our hospitality.”

Her eyes were sharp there, as if she was excited to devour me. My stomach flipped, a soft whimper escaping my throat as she let out a low laugh—but she didn’t do anything else. She let me go, and stood for a moment, that lucidity I spied within her eyes gone almost immediately.

“What a good girl you are, Sapphire.” The dragonwoman leaned close to Sapphire from behind, pulling her to a hug—before she turned Sapphire’s head around and did a deep kiss—I could hear Sapphire’s gasp and moans, the wet sound of tongue against tongue. I whimpered, arousal building further within the pit of my stomach. “Now go, I want to handle her, and you can amuse yourself easily. Tell the others to not come until later too.”

“Yes, Mistress!” She quickly answered, not a trace of that dominance before. She then turned around and left—her hips swaying deliberately, making the dragonwoman growl with appreciation.

The distraction was no longer there, but as the dragonwoman looked at me—I couldn’t care about the possibility of escape. My heart thudded loudly in my ribcage, as if it was able to jump out if only it was strong enough.

Her eyes were shimmering once more, the same spiral forming again—and I was hopelessly caught. There was nothing I could do, for she had made me weak to that, turned my mind into a putty whenever I saw that… I softly whimpered as she slowly, not incredibly gently—ripped my clothes, letting the pieces fall down.

None of my focus went to that those, instead all focusing onto how the air didn’t feel cold against my skin. Even if goosebumps still rose, all from the feeling of her skin against mine and not the temperature.

“Do you know what Sapphire is, pet?” She asked, a little sudden and leaving me in confusion. The moment the woman left, I couldn’t help but… just forget about her as well. After all, the one who mattered would always be who was in front of me, and that was this dragonwoman right now. As well as the fact that she wanted me to not really remember much, having most of my mind be sunk within the wonderful feeling of hazy arousal. “I can see how much she doesn’t seem to matter to you, what a good girl you are… letting my words sink and sink even deeper inside yourself.”

Her praise made me moan within her hold, and her warmth made me shudder in pleasure. Even with my mind in pieces, I knew that she didn’t exactly want me to think right now, despite the question. No, this was just another ploy of hers, something she wanted to wield to show that she’s above me—even if it was hard now to think that she wasn’t.

It was still easier to just follow what she wanted, and the words were easy to find, not hidden behind any fog inside my brain. “What is she—um…” I couldn’t help but trail off, uncertain what I should call her. Perhaps I could have used what Sapphire had, but that didn’t seem to be right in my mind right now. Wrong, even.

She smiled, one of her hands caressing my cheek for a moment. I closed my eyes and leaned to her touch, the feeling somehow spreading over me, down toward my neck and making the pit of my stomach tug in pleasant ways.

“You can call me ‘Mistress’, pet. Or maybe you’ll find ‘Owner’ to be a better word to use? Do you have enough mind inside this head to even choose?” She laughed condescendingly, and yet my body burned even hotter, as if all her words were something I desperately wanted to hear. My cheeks flushed deeply as she laughed even louder, amusement dancing within her wonderful eyes. “Oh, you are adorable…”

She licked her lips, and I couldn’t help the shiver that ran down my spine then. The way she looked down at me… she was a predator and I was her morsel, not even one who could try to run. No, anything’s in my mind that could have done that have been wiped away—leaving me only with the instinct of a prey, and yet unable to do it. Especially with the excitement, the arousal—everything was a bit too much if I wished to try explaining anything.

But she kissed me again, and I let all of my thoughts go.

“Call me ‘Owner’ then pet. I have too many women calling me ‘Mistress’.” She said clearly, her hands easily caressing my skin and down toward my body—I pressed against her touch, against the way her nails dug slightly into me. The slight pinpricks of pain was delicious, making the fire burn hotter within me.

I was so incredibly wet, and yet there was nothing I could do except for what my Owner wanted out of me.

“Let’s go, pet.” Owner turned around while saying so, motioning for me to follow behind her.

There were enough parts of my mind to fight this… momentarily. The moment Owner walked a bit further, I found my feet follow almost immediately, my mind helplessly focusing only on her. On the way she moved her tail, the swish to left and right… a constant repetitive motion.

My head swayed, even as my ears were still kept opened up, ready to listen to anything.

I was glad I did when Owner eventually started speaking again.

“My talk was interrupted with telling you what your new position is. Nonetheless… Sapphire is my first one. First pet, first slave, whatever you wish to call her.” She might be moving her hands around, but I found my attention pulled further and further into her tail. Into the way the scales somehow managed to reflect the light back and seemingly shimmer—and how beautiful they were, when combined with the swaying. The constant left and right…

Her words still found its way into my mind though. Saccharine sweet, cloying and clogging my mind.

“She’s a cute magical girl like you as well.” She smugly said, and… wouldn’t she be caught?

I tried to open my mouth, to try fighting the little reins in my mind that she held. In the end, it took everything I had to even said a single, useless word. “W-what?”

For that didn’t matter, and my mind sank further into the trance—and arousal build hotter inside my body.

“You are wondering why I’m still free, not fought by anyone? Just remember that when I fought in your city, and no one came to your help. You didn’t have to ask for them to come—they just know they are completely outclassed, and it’s easier to let a few falls under the cracks and become mine.”

She still walked slowly, going through stone stairs that still felt soft beneath my feet as well as various corridors. I vaguely thought over how huge her nest was—while focusing on what she had said. At the outrage that nearly formed within my chest about the betrayal—and yet I was unable to make it build.

No, it was hard to connect to anger, to any negative emotions at this moment. The thought I should be mad was slippery, easily swirling out of the drain of my mind, and my body shuddered again in another realization. At the knowledge that I was… happy that happened, because it meant I was now hers.

My Owner’s, and wasn’t that so much better than being alone?

The way my body throbbed in pleasure seemed to point to yes, and every part of my mind also screamed the same—and so I agreed.

It was better.

The rein tightened.

The moment we arrived in my Owner’s bedroom, she immediately ordered me to lay on the bed. Obeying was the easier path, and before I knew it, I had lain down on it, my legs spread to show her how wet I already was from everything.

Because the moment I stopped, not doing anything—was the moment I realized how aroused I was. At how much the trance and commands affected me. I whimpered softly, hands wishing to try something, to reach myself and maybe gave me enough pleasure to push me over the edge—but she hadn’t tole me to do so, and my hands always end up freezing before they could have done anything.

Owner stayed outside the bed for now, her eyes amusedly taking in everything happening—especially at how my fingers were moving across my body, reaching down toward my waist and then… they stopped, merely giving me the barest of touch between my legs.

I whimpered, even that little caress was enough to make the fire burn just a bit hotter—I looked toward her face then, trying to give her a pleading look, that perhaps that would be enough for her to give me a reward.

“Oh? Do you perhaps want to orgasm, pet?” She whispered, walking around the bed while caressing me on my arms, running down my thighs… before she walked further, and I had no choice but to beg, for she immediately stopped her touching.

“Please—” I gasped out, the words coming easily, because right now, nothing was running in my head. None except for the desire, the want that had been building ever since she dragged me into trance for the first time on that roof. “I need it, Owner please.”

Her smile grew sharper, as if the slight sadism fed her, fulfilling some parts of herself. She stepped closer, climbing up onto the bed, even as her tail swayed a little harder behind her.

“You begged so adorably that perhaps… I should allow it. But only if you manage to hold it for as long as I want you to, okay?”

I barely managed to give her my agreement before her hand plunged into me, her fingers almost immediately curling and caressing my insides in her attempt to find where I would feel the best.

“If you fail… well, punishments would be ahead of you. So… be a good girl, okay?” She purred, excitement completely coloring her words as she continued to play with me—and found wherever I was most sensitive at.

She dragged out moans and gasps so easily from me, my body tightening almost immediately against her fingers, refusing to let them go if that was possible to do—because I knew she was stronger than me, and there wasn’t anything I could do if she wanted to do that.

Right now she wanted to play with me though, for I was a new toy for her to use and fool around with.

Her fingers pulled out for a mere moment before she plunged them again, over and over, even as she occasionally let them stay for a bit longer, scissoring and spreading them deeper inside me. Making me burn hotter, wanting to twist my body all around so she could have—I didn’t know what, but all I knew was how much harder it was to think now.

My mind was already full of fog before, but this pleasure… they were a bog, eating and destroying every word I could have possibly made. Drool escaped from the corner of my mouth, my eyes squeezed shut with tears of pain and pleasure leaking out of them—I screamed when she brushed against something, the tip of her finger somehow touching a part within me, a bundle of nerves that made my eyes see red.

My back arched, my hands grasping the bedding until my knuckles went white—and yet she still said nothing, beyond stopping and touching the pleasurable place as much as she could. Slowly and surely doing it until I was strained and would burst if she didn’t say anything just yet—and fail.

That thought made me jerk slightly, the shot of fear that passed through my body—that was cold, a balm against the agitated fire of my arousal.

“Not yet, pet.” She whispered, somehow so close and against my right ear.

I wished I could curse her, but the only thing I could give was a loud wail and a sob, for she didn’t want me to find relief just yet.

More and more pleasure inundated my mind, and I had to hold back. I bit my lower lip, trying my best to just use anything, all so I wouldn’t disobey. The need to follow her orders buzzed within my head, a constant pressure and demand I don’t know how to fight against—even if I don’t know why I would want that. It was easier to submit, and that’s what I did—by trying to get used to the feelings. To the sensation. The more I was used to the feeling, the less they would affect me.

Owner of course, put a stop to that. She ensured I wouldn’t be able to do that, occasionally… she would slow herself, and slowly, but surely I would find myself slightly more cognizant. My head would still be full of slurry, no words able to be formed or anything else—but I would be back to the present, body tight against the pleasure and strained to near bursting.

Just a little bit more.

I had to hold on. I didn’t know if I could, but I knew that was the only thing I could do. Her words still echoed in my brain, joining and melting together with everything before.

To obey her, to be good, to fall deeper and deeper into the trance, where it would be easier for her to control and command me.

I didn’t know when she would finally let me go, so I forgot about the time. I ignored everything else except for the senses, ears pricked and ready for whenever she would finally allow me to reach the peak. To let myself go instead of this twist and forcibly making me hold back.

Moans, whimpers, gasps—all the various sounds escaped my throat, for I was no longer able to even hold those back. That to even try was… I didn’t know. Everything was pleasure and fog, and I just wanted to have my mind blended and empty. And yet, I had to pressure myself, contorting myself so the sharp burst of lightning—the pleasure—wouldn’t push me over the edge.

“So…” Owner started speaking, and I was unable to do anything except loosing another moan, a pleading sound that she ignored as she continued to talk. “I want to give you permission… but I want you to etch this in your mind. Just one, incredibly simple thing. Are you able to do it?”

Her question was dangerous. By this time, though, all I wanted was to reach the peak, the orgasm, she had hinted and teased me with—and unless I wanted to face a punishment in the near future, it seemed prudent to just… nod. To gasp out my agreement to whatever she would say next.

My eyes were squeezed shut by now, as I couldn’t find any other way to hold back—except to lower any senses I had. Maybe that sharpened the touches, the way she still continued to dance within me, albeit slowed. But the tension I placed my body in was enough.

Her other hand gently caressed my skin, sending shivers dancing through all my nerves, and it was all I could do to wrangle out the moan out of my throat. Everything was too much, and I was almost unable to hold myself back anymore.

“You are my pet. Repeat and remember this, and then… I’ll give you what you want.” She whispered, hand gently touching my chin, an anchor I couldn’t help but use. The only feeling that wasn’t more pleasure…

I held onto it tightly, hands still gripping the mattress until my hands hurt, and those were more things I could focus on.

“I-I’m your pet!” I cried out, holding on by a thread.

“Etch it in your mind as you let go, pet.” She whispered—and with that permission, I let loose.

Everything was swamped in the pleasure, painting my mind white with wonder. I could faintly hear a noise at the edge of my hearing, which sounded incredibly like my own voice. But that didn’t matter. I let myself be swept away in the wonder and good feelings, screams coming out of me until my throat was sore.

I didn’t know how long I was like that, even as I still heard my Owner’s murmur—she was saying more words. More sentences that clearly designate me as her pet, as someone who needed her.

I should care for that, but that didn’t matter any longer. I was hers, and I was happy to be one.

“You are mine… and so your jewel is mine too.” Her whispers easily slipped into my mind, as I was finally going down from the highs of pleasure. “But don’t worry, I will take care of you, just like every other one of mine…”

“Yes, Owner.” I whispered, unable to really think of anything else I could say, beyond closing my eyes down as I focused on the gentle petting she was giving me.

“This reminds me that you need a new name…” She didn’t take long to muse it, even as one of her hands went toward my bracelet, caressing it almost immediately. “Hm… with this metal as your bracelet… well, Palla will surely be a good one for you, isn’t it?”

“Of course, Owner. Anything you want and say.” I replied so easily, feeling pleasant shivers over my body from the understanding that she had named me.

That I was now hers, in all the way that mattered.

I relaxed beneath her touch, content under her care.