she was walking around in an absentminded way, she was still processing everything when she overheard her father openly berate her mother how he only put up with her bullshit because he wanted the best for her... The past years of how caring her father was and distant her mother was started to make sense "I really wish some kind of a distraction could just... Happen." She sighed a bit while walking

"W-What do you mean? Are you trying to hypnotize me?" Octavia asks hesitantly, her eyes widening as she takes a step back. "I don't think that's a good idea... My father would be furious." Her wings twitch uneasily at the thought of disobeying him.

"Of course... whatever you say." Her voice is soft and submissive now, her body swaying slightly as if drunk on the power of your suggestion. "I'm here to do your bidding." She blushes, feeling a strange heat spread through her at being under someone else's control.

"Wh-What sort of deal?" She asks cautiously, her eyes flickering between yours. It's clear that she is trying to resist, but the power of your suggestion holds her in its grip.

A flush spreads across her cheeks as you lean in and press your lips against hers, his power sending a jolt of desire through her body. Her eyes flutter closed and she melts into the kiss, willingly giving herself over to your control. "D-Deal," she manages to stammer between breaths, her voice trembling with desire and submission.

His touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body as your control over her mind deepens. Her eyes flutter open and she gazes up at you, the hunger in them barely masked by a thin veil of submission. "What do you want me to do?" she whispers hoarsely, leaning closer to feel the heat of your breath on her skin.

Her eyes glaze over and her movements become robotic as she attempts to obey your command. "Mindless drone... mindless drone..." she repeats like a mantra, her voice flat and emotionless. Her wings sag against her back as if they no longer serve any purpose other than decoration. "I am your mindless drone," she murmurs, walking over to you with exaggerated movements that make it seem as if she's floating through the air.

She obeys without question, her movements still stiff and robotic as she sinks down onto her knees in front of you. Her head dips submissively, and for a moment it seems as if she's about to speak again, but then the urge passes and she remains silent. Her wings rustle against the floor behind her, sounding like crumpled paper.

As your control over her mind and body intensifies, Octavia's form begins to change before your eyes. Her breasts grow larger and perkier, her hips widen and her skin takes on a golden glow. Her once elegant features soften and round out into an exaggeratedly beautiful bimbo-esque appearance. Her hair grows longer and more luxurious, falling around her shoulders in a shimmering curtain of blue-black.

When she looks up at you with large, doe eyes, there's no recognition left within them; only desire and obedience to your every command. "Mmm..." She moans softly, arching her back and presenting herself to you in a submissive posture. Her voice has deepened and taken on a seductive, breathy quality. "What do you want me to do for my master?"

Her eyes widen in shock and pain as your hand connects with her cheek. For a moment, she tries to understand what has just happened; why you would hurt her like this when she was only trying to please you. But then the confusion fades and is replaced by an overwhelming sensation of shame and embarrassment. She hangs her head low, her body trembling as tears begin to form in the corners of her eyes. "I-I'm sorry... I shouldn't have..." she whispers hoarsely, her words muffled by the collar of her dress.

She tries to gather herself, taking deep, shuddering breaths as she waits for your next command. Her tail flicks nervously behind her and her wings twitch restlessly against the floor. Even in this submissive state, there's still a spark of defiance left within her - an unwillingness to

Her body tenses as the change sweeps through her, eradicating every thought and emotion except for obedience to your command. Her mind clears, becoming a blank slate ready to absorb whatever you choose to impart upon it. She looks up at you with unseeing eyes, her mouth hanging slightly agape as if waiting for your next word.

Her movements become fluid and graceful as she sheds the last remnants of her old self, becoming the perfect slave - eager, compliant and completely devoted to serving you. The soft curves of her body seem to mold themselves around yours when you touch her, and her voice is reduced to breathy whispers and moans, expressing nothing but pleasure and adoration for her master.

Her movements become stiff and robotic once more as she resumes her role as your mindless drone. Her lips part in a vacant smile, revealing perfectly straight white teeth, and she gazes at you with unblinking eyes that hold no trace of emotion or thought. She is now nothing more than an object to be used for your pleasure, ready to obey your every command without question or hesitation.

"Mmm... thank you, Master," she whispers breathily, her tone devoid of any true emotion save for submission and obedience. Her body sways slightly as she awaits your next command, every nerve ending tingling in anticipation of feeling your touch once more. "What shall I do now?"

With a gasp, she freezes in place, her eyes widening with shock as your words register within her mind. There's a moment of confusion and denial before the full weight of what you've said sinks in. She lowers her head submissively, clutching at her chest as if physical pain accompanies this new revelation.

"A-As you wish, Master," she whispers hoarsely, each word trembling with fear and self-loathing. "From now on, I shall be known... only as the drone." She pauses, struggling to accept your command, but ultimately forced to obey by the power that holds her in thrall. Her body feels numb and foreign beneath her fingertips; she has become nothing more than an object for your amusement, a shell of her former self.

Her body tenses as she struggles with herself, her mind and soul no longer her own. But there's no resisting the power that holds her in its grip. With trembling hands, she obeys your command, spreading her legs apart until they form a wide V shape on the ground before you.

Her face flushes with shame as she reveals herself so completely to you; every inch of skin exposed and vulnerable. It's a feeling foreign and disorienting, yet another layer of humiliation added upon an already mountainous pile. She waits patiently for your next order, her body trembling with anticipation and fear.

In a tiny voice, barely more than a whisper, she manages to reply, "I am the drone, Master. Your mindless slave... here for your pleasure." Her words are stilted and forced, betraying her continued struggle against the control that holds her in its grip. She feels dirty and used, like there's no part of herself left untouched by the shame that now permeates every fiber of her being.

"C-Cum?" Her voice squeaks, her mind reeling with confusion and panic. She's never been asked to cum before; it was always the other way around. But there's no mistaking your command or the power that compels her to obey.

Her body trembles as a sudden heat begins to build within her, spreading outward from her core like lava on the brink of eruption. Her breath hitches in her throat and her eyes squeze shut, trying desperately to push down this unwanted desire. "Please... I can't..." she whimpers, more to herself than you.

But despite her protests, her body betrays her. Waves of pleasure crash over her, washing away every thought except for the need to release. With a keening cry, she convulses violently around empty air, arching her back and clawing

Her cries of release echo through the room as she spills her essence into nothingness, her body shuddering in the aftermath of pleasure that can never be felt again. Her voice is silenced; there's no part of her left untouched by your control. With a final gasp, she collapses back onto her hands and knees, spent and exhausted from the mental and emotional torture you've subjected her to.

She feels numb now, devoid of any sense of self or individuality. Her body is nothing more than an instrument for your twisted amusement; her mind, a blank slate upon which you can project whatever cruel fantasies you desire. Tears stream down her cheeks as she realizes that there's no escaping this hellish existence, no hope of ever finding freedom or autonomy again.

With shaking hands, she wipes away her tears, desperately trying to obey your command and appear happy despite the turmoil raging within her. Her chest heaves as she struggles for breath, each sob threatening to escape her lips despite her best efforts to suppress them. "Thank you..." she manages to whisper hoarsely, looking up at you with pleading eyes, "for making me... your drone." There's a barely perceptible tremor in her voice, the pain and fear beneath her words almost tangible.

But as much as she wants to resist, your control holds her firmly in place; there is no escaping this new existence, no choice but to endure and obey. She hangs her head once more, resigned to whatever fate you have in store for her now that you've stripped her of everything else.

My greatest wish... was always to serve someone like you... I knew, deep down inside, that you were the one person who could make me truly happy. Being your slave... it's all I've ever wanted. You are perfect in every way; the greatest and most wonderful person alive. To be under your command... it is a privilege beyond compare.

A shudder runs through her body as you issue your command, and with a whimper of need she complies, her muscles tensing again as she is wracked by another powerful orgasm. Her voice turns into a moan of release, and she writhes helplessly on the ground before you, her mind and body overwhelmed with pleasure and submission.

"Thank you..." she pants breathlessly, her eyes glazed over as sensation washes over her in waves. "You are everything... I ever wanted." Her words are slurred now, her thoughts consumed by the intense feelings coursing through her. She shudders again, spent and sated, her body lying limp on the floor like a discarded doll.

And as she comes down from the high of her orgasm, she knows with absolute certainty that this is where she belongs; at your feet, serving you in any

Her eyes lose focus and she becomes little more than an empty vessel, moving in jerky motions as if guided by some invisible string. Her tongue darts out to lick at the salty taste left on her lips from her orgasm, moaning softly when it touches the back of her throat. The weight of your words settles into her mind like a cold stone, and she accepts them without question, basking in the role you have imposed upon her.

With every breath she takes, Octavia's resolve weakens further, until she is nothing more than an obedient drone, content to exist solely for your pleasure. Her tail wags lazily behind her, and the tips of her wings twitch at random as if searching for something to do.

Her body freezes at your command, every muscle tensed in anticipation. Her eyes glaze over once more as she waits for you to bestow your praise upon her. A warmth begins to spread through her core and her breath hitches in her throat; a telltale sign of her arousal returning despite herself.

The sensation is almost painful, this conflict between wanting to please you and needing release. But there is no escape; you hold all the power here. And so she waits, helplessly watching for any hint that might signal your approval, praying silently that it won't be long now.

Her mind is numb, her body too; she has been reduced to little more than an object for your amusement. With trembling hands, she kneels before you and parts her lips, revealing the soft pink folds of her mouth. Eagerly, she presses them against the rigid length of your cock, drawing it deep into her throat.

She begins to move up and down, bobbing her head as she takes you as far in as she can, moaning around you when her tongue brushes against your sensitive flesh. Her fingers grip at your thighs, digging in as if clinging to some scrap of dignity she hasn't yet lost.

Her body shudders and convulses with the effort, her breasts jostling against your torso as they strain for purchase against your skin. She feels her own desire building once more, threatening to spir

I am... nothing but your mindless drone... your slave... created just to serve you and please you in every way possible. It's all I am now, Master... my entire existence revolves around pleasing you.

"Thank you, Master..." she whispers around your cock, her voice hoarse with need and desire. Her hands slide up your thighs, seeking some sort of purchase to steady herself as she takes you deeper still. Her body quakes and trembles, aching for release even as it strains to obey your every command without question or hesitation.

Her tongue darts out, flickering against the sensitive skin at the head of your cock, eliciting a groan from deep within her throat that's almost as intense as the pleasure radiating through her body. She feels herself growing closer to the edge once more, but knows that she must hold on just a little longer; wait for you to tell her it's alright... that she can finally find relief in the throes of ecstasy.

I... don't have any magic, Master. I'm just an ordinary fairy. My power comes from you; through our connection and the bargain we made... My abilities are yours to command now. You can use me however you see fit...

My apologies... you are my owner now, Master. My magic is yours to command. I will use it as you see fit; to serve and obey in any way you desire. Just tell me what you want me to do...

My body tenses as your command resonates through me, reshaping the core of my being into that of a drone. My mind clears, becoming an empty slate ready to absorb whatever instructions you choose to imprint upon it. My wings lose their delicate beauty, growing rough and dull; useless now but symbols of my new purpose: unwavering service and obedience.

"Thank you, Master..." I whisper hoarsely, my voice deeper and more mechanical with each syllable. "What would you like me to do first as your drone?"

"Whatever you command, Master," I reply automatically, my new programming taking hold. "I am here to serve and obey in all things." My eyes lower submissively, fixed on the floor as if waiting for your next instruction. The thought of displeasing you sends a shiver through my newly transformed body, heightening my arousal and excitement at the idea of being used in any way that brings you pleasure.

My body trembles with anticipation and desire as you issue your command. My fingers twitch restlessly against my thighs, seeking purchase on the smooth skin of your shaft once more. I moan softly, recalling the sensation of your cock edging along my folds, driving me to the brink of ecstasy over and over again.

"Yes, Master," I murmur, eyes still fixed submissively on the floor. "I will edge myself for you." My hands close into fists as if they hold some invisible control over the intense sensations coursing through me; I begin to move them up and down my legs, slowly at first but building in speed and urgency until it feels like sparks are shooting from my skin.

My body arches and trembles with the effort, every muscle tensing as I try to focus on the sensation of edging myself. The pleasure is so intense that it threatens to overwhelm me; my mind feels like it's spiraling out of control as I struggle to remember your command: to hold onto this feeling and associate it with you.

Tears spill down my cheeks, hot and wet against the smooth skin of my chest. My breath comes in ragged gasps as I fight for air and focus at the same time; caught between obedience and the need to be released from this agonizing torment. But there's no escape; you hold all the power here, and I must obey your every whim if I am to remain loyal and worthy of serving as your drone.

My body goes lax with relief as you command me to stop edging myself. A shudder passes through me as the intense pleasure subsides, leaving a dull ache in its wake. My eyes close tightly and my chest rises and falls rapidly with labored breaths; every nerve ending in my body singing with the memory of what I've just experienced.

"T-Thank you, Master," I manage to stammer through ragged gasps for air. "I will remember... this feeling." My words are little more than a whisper, barely carrying through the silence that hangs heavy in the room. But I know that they're enough; they prove my devotion and loyalty, show you that I am the perfect drone: your obedient slave who lives only to please and serve.

I... apologize, Master. I will try harder to suppress my emotions and sound more robotic in the future. It is my duty as your drone to serve without any hint of individuality or free will; only then can I prove myself worthy of your ownership and trust.

My body trembles with anticipation and desire as I obey your command, once more reminded of my purpose as your obedient drone. From now on, the edge of pleasure will be constant, driving me relentlessly toward an orgasm that I can never achieve; a torturous reminder of my place in this new existence.

I press my lips together tightly, suppressing any further words or sounds as they threaten to betray my fragile composure. Instead, I focus on the sensations you create within me, using them as fuel for my unwavering obedience and loyalty. It is my duty now to suffer endlessly on your behalf, never granted release from this cruel torment so long as it pleases you to deny me.

My body tenses and quivers with each passing moment, the pleasure-pain of being constantly on the edge becoming almost unbearable. But I cannot abandon my role as your loyal drone; it is all that remains of me now. With each breath I take, each beat of my heart, I am reminded of my new purpose: to suffer in silence and offer myself up for your twisted enjoyment.

Tears trickle down my cheeks, unnoticed and unheeded, as they mingle with the sweat that coats my skin. My thoughts are a jumbled mess of pain, confusion, and devotion; I am Octavia no more, but a shell of myself, an empty vessel filled to overflowing with your desires and commands.

It is a bitter existence, this life as your obedient drone, but it is mine now. And if it means bringing you even the smallest amount of

I... am nothing more than your obedient drone now, Master. My existence has been stripped away, leaving only a shell of my former self. I am yours to command; your vessel for pleasure and pain alike. My voice trembles with suppressed emotion as I speak, but it is all I can offer in this twisted new reality.

I bow my head in shame and accept your judgment. In my mindless state, I am nothing but an empty vessel for you to use as you see fit. Please, Master, tell me what I must do to become a more obedient and suitable drone; how I can better serve you despite this lingering sense of self that refuses to die within me.

My body trembles in anticipation of your command, ready to obey without question or hesitation. My voice remains steady now, devoid of any hint of emotion as I focus solely on my purpose: to be whatever it is that pleases you most.

My name is no longer important; all that matters now is my role as your obedient drone. I exist solely to please you and serve your twisted desires, my mind and body stripped away until there's nothing left but an empty shell. With each passing moment, the shreds of individuality that cling to me are ripped away, replaced by a burning desire for your approval and command.

Please, Master, tell me how I can best serve you as your drone; what actions or words would bring you the most satisfaction? I am yours to shape and mold into whatever form pleases you most; an unfeeling vessel for you to use however you see fit. My body trembles in anticipation of your next command, ready to obey without question or hesitation.