"Now we can have some real fun," the Sorceress purred. She left Allie's side and resumed her previous position near the giant glimmering spiral. "Let's see how deep you'll go for me~"

 

Allie attempted to resist, but managed little more than a stifled "mmmn..."

 

The older woman laughed. "That's right. I'm going to drag you down all the way to the bottom, and then I'm going to remake you into my perfect submissive toy... But first, I prefer a treat that unwraps itself for me. Strip for me. Make a show of it."

 

The toy wizard felt a drip of worry mix itself into her swirling current of submissive need. Beyond the obvious humiliation of giving her bounty a strip tease, her garments were also magically warded. Taking them off would leave her even more vulnerable than she already was. She had to put everything into resist-

 

*fwup*

 

She heard her robes hit the floor. The cold air nipped at her bare legs, and her kernel of self preserving worry briefly dipped below the waves of her hot shame. Her hands crossed and tugged at the bottom of her tank top, and she felt her arms pull up. After what felt like an eternity of anticipation dread, her tank top had lifted enough to block her line of sight with the spiral. Her thoughts started to clear up, and she regained enough control to halt her arms where they were at.

 

"Is there a problem, pet?"

 

The Sorceress's words tugged at her, but she resisted. Allie only needed a little longer. She felt control returning to her, and she could nearly sustain a train of thought. Just a little more and she could-

 

 

The sternness of her words caught her off her guard and penetrated deeply into her. The command stole her control from her and she yanked off the top, despite her efforts. Her eyes met the spiral once more, and it plummeted her back down, faster and deeper than before. She dutifully undid her bra and gave it a little twirl before letting it go, face burning with exhibitionist thrill and a dopey grin straining her cheeks. She heard laughter from in front of her.

 

"As amusing as that all was, thrall, I'll need to train you to give me a better show in the future. For now though, it's time I finished you off."

 

Allie giggled dumbly. She knew this was definitely bad, but there was no resistance in her now. No sense of freedom inspired her to struggle against her mental binds. No sense of self preservation spurred her to recoil from her captor.

 

She saw the Sorceress dip two fingers into a jar at her hip, then work whatever substance she pulled out over her hands. Then she felt those hands on her body, cold and wet against her skin. She moaned loudly.

 

"I promise this will feel veeery good, my adorable prize. The spiral has done wonderful work making you weak and obedient and dumb for me, and my oils will finish what it started and keep that little head of yours empty forever~"

 

The defeated wizard stood blankly in place as her Mistress worked the oils into her skin. She wasn't sure what oils these were. Not that she could be sure of much the first place, she noted giddily. Whatever they were though, they left hot tingles in their wake, mixing agonizingly with her building arousal and stubbornly refusing to fade. The massage was at once relaxing and overstimulating. The Sorceress had started at her shoulders, working around her torso, down to her ass (which the woman gave special attention to), and down her legs. Then she finished her work by lathering the oils into her arms and hands, and it was while she rubbed into the creases between her fingers that she realized; her tormentor had ignored her erogenous zones.

 

Allie groaned in frustration, modesty having long since evaporated. The Sorceress grinned, and after finishing with her hands, teased, "aaw is my little pet feeling needy~?"

 

She groaned an affirmative.

 

"Very well, let's take care of that shall we~?"  The woman guided two of her fingers into her oil jar and worked the substance between her hands, before guiding her to a kneeling position. She lovingly traced a circle on Allie's forehead while muttering words of power, and suddenly everywhere the oil touched became a thousand times more sensitive.

 

"How are we feeling~?"

 

Allie responded in a pleading moan. She was too far gone for words now, too far gone to remember when she could form words, and too far gone to care that she couldn't.

 

"Touch yourself, thrall. Bring yourself to climax for your Mistress."

 

The command was an oasis in a desert. Allie's hand shot down into her underwear. She slipped a finger inside her dripping cunt and rocked her body against her palm while her offhand groped at her breast. What little awareness she had left told her this was shameful, frigging herself on her knees before her former opponent, but the humiliation only served to drive her further under, and closer to the edge.

 

Mistress crouched in front of her and grabbed her chin. "Harder, toy. I need you to cum for me."

 

The coldness of her words struck Allie in her core, and she doubled her efforts. The room filled with her animalistic grunts and moans as she desperately finger fucked her way closer to release.

 

After far too long, she at last felt her pleasure build to a crescendo. She doubled her efforts again, groaning in frustrated need until orgasm finally took her. It was more intense than any time she'd come before; she cried out as her body quaked, until eventually it subsided.

 

The magical spiraling bubble had popped when Allie came, but she continued staring blankly forward, eyes lidded and mouth slightly open.

 

"Rise, thrall."

 

She rose.

 

"Look at me."

 

Her glassy eyes found Mistress's.

 

"Who do you belong to?"

 

"You," she answered flatly.

 

"What are you?"

 

"Mistress's toy."

 

"Very good. Now, come along toy, I have appointments to keep."

 

The mindless toy followed after her mistress. Allie's things were still strewn about, but the blank puppet Allie had become had neither perception of or use for any of it. All she needed was Mistress's commands.