Kitten is so happy to wake up next to her owner. She nuzzles against her owner’s chest, loving the way her owner’s breasts feel against her cheek. Soft, smooth skin, the scent of her lavendar perfume mixed with both of their sweat and cum; her owner had let her lap at her nipples before they fell asleep and she wonders if her owner will let her do it again. “Will you… Can I please…” She looks up at her owner, eyes large as she removes the soft blanket covering her.

They are in Lady Dusksong’s bedchambers and the sun is just rising over the peaks of the mountains, the long velvet curtains open and revealing the magnificent view beyond the balcony.

Kitten can’t believe how lucky she is. She cannot see the arcane leash anymore, but she can feel it, more sturdy and solid than the gold collar around her neck. She is bound, forever and ever, just to her owner. She will never be scared, never be hungry, never be cold ever again. She will be loved forever and ever and live the rest of forever in mindless, horny bliss.

Her owner nods and pet kisses each of Lady Dusksong’s breasts, her tongue flicking out between her lips to lightly graze her owner’s silky skin.

“Did you enjoy last night, kitten?” Her owner runs her fingers through Raely’s hair, her thumb stopping to caress her feathery ears in a way that sends a jolt down Raely’s spine.

“Oh yes,” Kitten says between kisses, relishing in the scent of her owner. “And I get to enjoy being your pet forever and ever now, too.”

“Yes, you do. Are you excited about studying the arcane with me?”

Kitten scrunches her face as she tries to think. It’s so hard to think. It’s easier to just obey, to be mindless, to let herself be a toy, like she was always meant to be. Toys don’t have to think. Pets don’t think. She loves being a toy, she loves not thinking. She’s so happy her owner claimed her and now she never has to think again. “I… I don’t know.” She hopes her owner will tell her what to think. She loves having her head filled with whatever her owner wants to fill it with. Maybe her owner will fill her head with her cum again if she’s a good pet.

“Ah. And the dream is over.” Her hand falls away from Raely’s head and she sighs. “I can’t have you like this if you’re going to study the arcane with me.” Lady Dusksong stirs, extracting herself from her kitten’s embrace and sitting upright in bed, leaning against the plush headboard and running a hand through her silver hair.

“What do you mean? I thought you liked me as a mindless fucktoy? It’s what I am meant to be! It’s what I want to be for you!” Kitten is crushed, her world crashing all around her. Will her owner release her? Relinquish her back to the consortium? She can’t… Kitten doesn’t want to be without Lady Dusksong. No other owner will do!

“I do, kitten. I do.” The arcanist pulls her close, her arms tight and comforting around Raely. “I like you so much as an empty and mindless set of holes for my pleasure. I loved watching you worship my cock, I loved fingering your cunt until you couldn’t think at all anymore. I love your kisses and I love kissing you.” She pets Kitten’s head softly. “But I also need someone who will help me with the arcane. I need both a pet and a conduit.”

“Kitten is bad? Please don’t send kitten away! Kitten will learn, just tell kitten what to do!” Tears well in her eyes, her lower lip quivers as her heart races; she doesn’t want to leave her owner.

“No, my kitten can never be bad. But—” She sighs, touches the golden collar around Kitten’s neck, and climbs out of bed, putting a bathrobe on before crossing the room to sit at her desk. She pulls out a quill and some parchment from a drawer, hastily filling the quill with ink.

Kitten watches her in fascination. Kitten had let the song take away all her big thoughts, and the song had tried to take away her ability to read, but she never could read in the first place. But now that seems like a good thing. Or it did. Now she isn’t sure. It seemed like a good thing; she was already empty of so many words when her owner claimed her! But she watches her owner writing…

She blinks, wondering what Lady Dusksong is writing.

She blinks again, feeling uncomfortable as she realizes she is naked.

She blinks and scrunches her face. What is that smell?

She blinks one more time and it all hits her at once. “You witch!” She darts out of the bed and runs for the door. She needs to escape! But just as her fingers graze the door handle, there is a yank around her neck and she is pulled backwards, staggering to keep her balance before she crashes to the floor.

“Shh!” Lady Dusksong says, placing the paper in a drawer and rising to her feet.

“You witch, what have you done to me?” She tries to scream as she scrambles to her knees, her hands pulling on the collar, trying to force it off, but she can only manage to speak at a normal volume.

“I removed some of the more sexual suggestions from the song.”

“Song? What?” Her thoughts are sluggish, slow to organize themselves in any way, but she slowly pieces together what has happened, what is happening. “But there’s still more?”

“Well, yes. But the melodies making you horny and full of lust for me all the time are gone.” The arcanist stands over her, arms crossed, looking down upon her with an air of authority. Commanding and dominant even as she eases off on her subjugation of Raely’s mind. “The melodies that encourage you to be blank, empty, and mindless have been removed, and the harmonies carrying the suggestion that obedience gives you pleasure and that you enjoy being nothing more than a fucktoy have been erased. There are a few more along that nature and they have been removed as well.”

“So… You’re still messing with my mind, just not as much.” Raely let’s go of the collar, realizing there is no way she can remove it on her own. And also realizing that now that she and Lady Elyri are bound as arcanist and channeler, there’s no way she can escape even if she did manage to remove the collar. She is arcanely bound—leashed forever.

“You will still be obedient; you just won’t get pleasure from it. You will not try to leave me or betray me, and you will not try to harm me. Those remain.” Lady Dusksong grabs her robe from the end of the bed and puts it on before grabbing a second robe and handing it to Raely. “And you will not attempt to escape. Ever.”

Raely pokes around in her mind as she dons the robe, encountering the song every now and then, but finding it much less intricate. “You are still making me prefer a shortened version of my name.”

“Yes, well. I like it. It’s what I will be calling you.” Her tone tells Raely there is no arguing with her on this matter. Her name is for her owner to decide.

She waits for the jolt of pleasure she is so accustomed to, the whispering in melodic words that she likes the nickname, too, that the nickname makes her horny, eager; that it’s pleasurable to be called such a diminutive name by her owner. She is still forced to like the nickname, but it’s not as full of sexual need. She does like it, but it’s not making her aroused. Or at least, the song isn’t what is making her aroused anymore. She squirms as she tries to cover up any evidence of her arousal with the too-short night robe.

“Side effect, I am sorry. At this point, you’re body and mind have been conditioned; your mind now associates it with pleasure all on it’s own; it learned to do so of it’s own accord.”

“So, it’s permanent, even if you get rid of the song entirely?” She tries to pull the robe lower so that it covers more of her body but it’s futile. “We live in the frigid mountains, why are the robes so short anyway?”

“It’s not permanent,” she replies, ignoring Raely’s commentary on her garments. “It will go away with time if you don’t reinforce it. So, if the urge overtakes you, just don’t give in.”

“Why… Why did you even do it in the first place if it was…?”

“I needed you to not be scared of the bonding ceremony, otherwise it would have been excruciatingly painful for you. You may have even died. If a channeler or arcanist are not going both fully committed, the arcanum can backfire, killing either or both parties.” The arcanist sits back down on the bed, one leg tucked under, the other outstretched in front of her. She leans back so her weight is resting on her palms.

“You could have just told me that.” It’s so hard to keep her eyes on the arcanist’s face, not when her robe has slid open to reveal her breasts and the outline of her cock can be seen through the silky fabric. “I was so scared whenever I realized what was being done to me… I still am. You took my mind, you broke me, and even now… Even now, just thinking about how you made me into nothing more than an object…” Her cunt clenches.

No. Not a cunt; she knows that’s a word the song taught her. The song told her it was the only word for that part of her body; fucktoy’s have cunts and she was a fucktoy, therefore, she has a cunt. The song forced her to like the word; it forced her to creep towards the edge of orgasm every time she thought the word, every time she said the word, every time she heard the word. If she had known other words for it before the collar was placed around her neck, it forced her to forget them; forced her to forget that other words possibly could exist.

But. She is free of those parts of the song now. She doesn’t have to call her cunt a cunt anymore. She can find a less sexually charged word for the needy hole between her legs aching to be filled. “Oh gosh I just want your cock in my cunt…”

“I told you not to reinforce it. It will only further deepen the conditioning.” Her voice is mocking, not condescending, but amused.

“You should have told me, you should have warned me.” Oh she just wants to touch her cunt so badly.

“You would have fought it even harder if you knew what was happening from the start. The song works on you by molding your mind without you noticing, and by the time you do notice, it has convinced you that you want to be molded.”

“So now that the bonding ceremony is over… I can just be regular Raely…”

“If that’s what you want. At least some of the time. When we are working on anything arcane, I do need you to be able to think about more than how much you need to suck my cock; you need to be able to focus on something other than how much of a mindless fucktoy you are.” Lady Elyri grins, knowing the exact effect she is having on Raely; smirk widening with each soft moan that manages to escape Raely’s throat.

She gets to her knees and crawls on the floor until she is in front of her owner and opens her mouth, her tongue anticipating what is to come, her fingers already working her cunt into a dripping mess.

“Good pet,” her owner says.

She blinks as she realizes what she’s doing, her hand flying to her sides and her mouth snapping closed. “I don’t even remember the song singing about that one.”

“It’s insidious. I may have filled it with a few more than necessary to prepare you. Owner’s prerogative.”

“When I wasn’t lucid, when I wasn’t aware of what was happening to me, it was easier…” She admits. “It made it a lot easier to adapt to life here if I was too horny to think too deeply about it. It was the happiest I think I have been my whole life.”

She gets back in the bed and lays down, hand absently reaching for her cunt and stroking it softly as she speaks. “It felt nice, it felt good… It felt right. But I guess that was the song making me think it felt right. Oh, fuck, why can’t I stop it?”

“You were trained and conditioned to keep yourself horny. I didn’t want to risk you going into the ceremony not already in a state of lust. Your body is just doing what it thinks it needs to do. Keeping you horny.”

“I like being horny. I always want to be horny and aroused,” she says, the melody of the song coming through in the cadence of her voice. “Gah! How long did you say it will take for the effects to fade away?”

“Well, if you keep giving into the conditioning like you are, probably never. You may even just end up reinforcing it more, each repetition making it harder and harder to remove. But I promise, the melodies in the song transforming you into the perfect fucktoy for me are gone. As much as I enjoyed it, you need to be lucid and alert if you are to be a channeler.”

“Good.”

“But…” Lady Elyri hesitates, touching the collar once again. “When we aren’t practicing the arcane, you can always choose to have me add those melodies back in again.”

Raely snorts.