There's an explosion of sweetness and umami on their tongue, as Miss gently places the tiny cube of whiskey fudge between their lips. 'Good enby.'

'Um... Miss...'

'Ah-ah.. No talking back.' She sits back, looking at them intently, an amused smile playing on her red-painted lips. 'I bet that cute little head is trying sooo hard to understand what I'm doing to you...' They flush a little, and cast their eyes down. Candlelight is casting silky reflections on the polished hardwood floor.

Miss reaches out with another piece of candy, and inserts it between their compliant lips. 'Good enby.'

They shudder. What is even going on here. Their eyes latch on to a tiny imperfection on the pantyhose Miss is wearing, her legs softly resting on the leather armchair. They are suddenly very aware of the distant sound of music and discussion fragments filtering in from the party.

'Oh! Such a good enby.' Another piece of candy. It feels like operant conditioning, but like.. what's the goal? Maybe they will never find out, and still end up doing whatever Miss wants. That would be so hot. They feel their eyes defocusing in surrender.

'Good enby!'

...

They blink as Miss snaps her fingers. Calm music is playing, and they are sitting at the feet of Miss and two friends from class. They are holding glasses of champagne, and intently looking at them.

'So, how does it feel, little one?' Eva asks. She was one of their closest friends from their class. She kicks off a shoe, and softly caresses their cheek with her foot, smiling at them gleefully.

'Um... It's... warm, and hot, and tingly in my stomach, and scary, and... I have trouble finding words, Miss Eva. Oh.. I realized I'll always have to call you Miss Eva too from now on... That's so.. so hot. I love it.' Eva giggles, and leans close.

'Aww.. I knew you'd end up like this, but never imagined you'd be so... perfect.' They shudder as they feel Eva's praise go straight to the core of their being.

'Such a complete sub, right?' Miss interjects gleefully. 'It's such a rare gift to condition them. My newest favorite toy.'

'Miiisss...' they whine, shivering under the praise. Part of them still wants to assert some form of dignity, to formulate some self-conscious reply of 'heeey but i'm pretty good at dominating people too', but... that just makes their surrender so much more delicious and exciting.

'Yes, little one?' Her smile is warm and caring, filled with playfulness and condescension.

'Um.. thank you Miss, I really am such a complete sub,' they reply with downcast eyes. 'And thank you, Miss Eva..'

The women laugh, and turn to the third person sitting on the couch. Ethan is quietly nursing his champagne, looking slightly insecure. He had always been a bit of a wallflower, especially for an exclusive dom.

'What do you think of them, Ethan? Did I do a good job?' Miss asks in a flirty voice. 'What are you blushing about so much? Do I need to retroactively fail you too?'

He nearly chokes on his champagne. 'Uh.. khm.. they are super cute. Can I pet them?' he stammers.

'Of course, go ahead.. They love attention.'

He leans forward with a smile, and sinks his fingers deep in their hair, expertly manipulating the nerve endings in their sensitive scalp. They feel as if fireworks were exploding in the base of their skull, goosebumps covering their whole body.

'Aww, he's pretty good at this..' Miss half-whispers to Eva. 'Anyway I'll show you his profile sometime, it certainly has a few points of interest.. I think he'd make a lovely second-in-command..'

They don't see Ethan blushing, but it does occur to them whether maybe it's in an attempt to compensate that he takes hold of a fistful of hair, and begins to twist with a slow, deliberate build of pressure. Soon they find their head raised to the ceiling, a quiet keening of pleasure and pain escaping their parted lips. Slowly they are released, and blink slowly, noticing the world again.

'Definitely good,' Miss smiles. 'Come on, little one, thank him like a good enby.'

'Um.. thank you, Sir.' Ethan is sitting back, the look on his face reminds them of a cat who found the fridge door open.

'You're cute,' he responds. In the most timid and awkward manner possible, which just drives home the realization that Ethan.. Sir Ethan.. is sitting here as a Dom, and they... well, they aren't. A shudder runs along their spine.

'Good enby,' Miss chimes in, and feeds them another cubelet of whiskey fudge.

'What is that?' Eva asks.

'It's operant conditioning. But they can't know the criteria, it might foul the process.' She smirks, and then half-whispers 'besides, it's so much hotter this way.'

'Ooooh, that's so exciting. Say, [...], are you excited for what will happen to you going forward?' They suddenly realize that they can't remember their name. Eva just called them by it and.. it's just.. missing. A hot flash takes over their body at the realization.

'Good enby.' Another piece of candy. 'Go on, answer her question, little one.'

'Very, very much, Miss Eva.. I'm so glad I am being reconditioned to be a toy. I have always dreamed about it...'

'Aww, such a cutie!'

'Hey Eva, would you like to give them the next candy with your toes?'

They realize that they meant every single word they just said, in the truest, deepest sense possible. They feel a blush creep across their face. Eva's toes gently tease their jaws open to insert a piece of candy. 'Good enby.'