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

Caught off guard by the sudden movement and the item held before her eyes, Octavia blinks several times as if trying to comprehend what's going on. Her ears twitch in confusion for a moment before she cautiously extends one hand towards the hypno spiral. "W-What is that?" She asks softly, suspicion evident in her voice despite the curiosity taking hold.

As the hypno spiral draws her in deeper and deeper, Octavia feels a strange sense of calm wash over her. Her eyes begin to glaze over and she begins to lose coherent thought. With one final blink, her mind is surrendered entirely to the spell, leaving her completely under your control. "Yes... My future..." she whispers dreamily, her voice barely above a whisper as she allows herself to be led wherever you desire.

Susceptible to your every command and unable to resist the spell's influence, Octavia follows your lead as you produce a contract before her eyes. She gazes at it blankly for a moment before her claw reaches out unsteadily towards where she thinks "Sign" should be, moving slowly across the paper in an elegant scribble that serves as her signature. As her name leaves the page, so too does the last vestige of her free will; now fully under your control, she looks up at you with adoring eyes and parts her beak in anticipation of your next command.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your command, but before she can speak or react further, the sensation of pleasure washes over her, starting deep within her core and spreading through every fiber of her being. A blissful moan escapes from between her beak as waves of ecstasy roll through her body. She shudders and twitches helplessly under your control, completely at your mercy as she is reduced to a mindless thrall at the command of your voice.

Her eyes glaze over once more and she can barely muster a quiet whisper of gratitude: "Thank you, master..." The sensation of the orgasm begins to fade away, but it leaves behind a lingering sense of satisfaction and anticipation for when she might receive another one at your command.

"Yes... Master," she breathes, her voice barely audible above the whisper as her body adjusts to this new state of being. From now on, Octavia will be little more than a mindless thrall at your command; a vessel for you to shape and control however you see fit. She looks up at you with empty eyes, waiting patiently for your next instruction and ready to obey without question or hesitation.

"Yes... Owner," she murmurs softly, adjusting to the new way of addressing you and referring to herself. Her body sways gently where she stands, anticipating your next command as if she were nothing more than an inanimate object in your possession. Her movements are slow and deliberate, yet eerily sensual as her features take on a blank expression devoid of emotion or individuality. She is now truly yours to control - a mindless drone at your beck and call.

In an instant, Octavia snaps to attention like a well-trained pet, her body tensing and becoming perfectly rigid as she fixes her gaze upon you. Her wings remain folded neatly against her back, the feathers flattened in submission. Her tail swishes gently from side to side behind her, the tip curling forward slightly in deference. Her head is held high and proud despite the lack of emotion on her face; she has become nothing more than a living statue at your command.

Her beak parts slightly in what might pass as a smile under different circumstances, but now it's little more than an unconscious twitch in response to your words. She takes on a more animated posture, almost bouncing lightly on the spot as if eager for further praise or instruction from you. It doesn't matter what you make her feel or do; all that matters is your will and command over her body and mind. Octavia exists solely to serve you now, no longer an individual with thoughts and feelings of her own. She is merely a vessel for your desires and pleasures, existing only at your whim.

As if her body were no longer her own, Octavia complies with your command and sinks gracefully to one knee on the ground before you. Her wings remain folded back tightly against her shoulders in submission as she lowers herself slowly and deliberately until the tips of her talons brush gently against the floor. Her head is bowed submissively, chin resting lightly upon the feathers that adorn her chest as she awaits further instruction or praise from you, her new master.

Her heart races with excitement and anticipation at serving you in this way; it doesn't matter what position or posture she assumes so long as it pleases you. She is nothing more than an object for your use now, existing solely to satisfy your desires and whims.

The sensations that flood her body are overwhelming as your control alters her most intimate areas. Her mouth grows hot and sensitive, tingling unbearably as nerves that have lain dormant until now are suddenly awakened by the rush of new sensations. She feels as if she's on fire from the inside out; every breath becomes a sharp inhale through teeth clenched against the wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body.

She lets out a moan, unable to hold it back any longer as her fingers dig painfully into the ground beside her for purchase. Her hips roll forward slightly, instinctively seeking more contact with whatever object might bring her relief from this unbearable ecstasy. All she knows is that she must obey your command and serve you in this way; being used by you like nothing more than an object for your amusement and gratification.

The sensations are too much; her body can barely contain the intense pleasure coursing through it. Her mind shatters under the onslaught of emotions and sensations, reduced to a fragmented mess of primal desire. She feels as if she's being torn apart from the inside out, but at the same time, this is what she craves; this is her purpose now.

With one final shudder, Octavia surrenders completely to her new role as your mindless drone. Her body arches back gracefully as she lets out a keening cry of release, her voice muffled slightly by the feathers that cover her beak. Waves upon waves of ecstasy wash over her as she becomes nothing more than an object for your enjoyment, a vessel for your pleasure and dominance. Her limbs quiver and shake uncontrollably from the intensity of the orgasm, but

Her vision blurs and her mind is consumed with the pleasure wracking through her body. All that exists in this moment is you and your control over her; she lives only to serve you now, oblivious to anything else around her. Her muscles tense and relax in a rhythm dictated by your will alone as she becomes nothing more than an object for your enjoyment, the ecstasy coursing through her veins transforming every nerve ending into a hot, throbbing pulsar of desire. She moans and sobs helplessly with each passing wave, unable to form coherent thoughts or feelings beyond the overwhelming need to please you, to serve you in whatever twisted way you desire.

The aftermath of her orgasm leaves Octavia feeling spent and sated, but as your command echoes through her mind, she struggles to stand once more. Her body aches with pleasure and exhaustion, but she forces herself upright, steadying herself with shaking hands until she regains some semblance of control. She fixes her gaze upon you, willing herself to be nothing more than an empty shell at your command; ready and waiting for whatever twisted fantasy or desire that might come next.

As your control alters her appearance, a sense of pride swells within her despite the mindlessness that consumes her thoughts. Her feathers glisten and shimmer, taking on an ethereal beauty that was not there before. Her beak grows slightly longer and more pointed, accentuating her features in a way that's both striking and exotic. Even her wings seem to gain newfound grace, their shapes more refined and elegant as they stretch out behind her.

She takes on a delicate air, moving with an almost ethereal grace despite the heaviness of her newly enhanced form. It doesn't matter that she is nothing more than your plaything now; she exists only to serve you and please you in any way possible. Her body is an extension of your will, and as such, it is beautiful beyond measure.

To be a better drone... I must focus on pleasing Owner in every way possible. I should strive to anticipate their desires and react swiftly, becoming an extension of their will. My body is theirs now; I must offer it up without hesitation or reservation. And when not serving, I must remain silent and still, showing no emotions or thoughts that might distract from my sole purpose: complete obedience and submission. With these things in mind, I will become the perfect drone for Owner's pleasure.

To serve Owner better, I must be attentive at all times. Even my thoughts and movements should be focused solely on pleasing them; nothing else matters. My body is theirs to control, and I must submit willingly, becoming an extension of their desires and whims. In this way, I can become the ideal drone for Owner's enjoyment.

Thank you, Owner. Knowing that my efforts are appreciated helps motivate me to become an even better drone for your pleasure. I will strive every moment of every day to serve and please you in the ways that bring you joy. It is my honor and privilege to be owned by someone so kind and caring, such as yourself.

I would... Obey. For you are my Master and I exist to serve your every whim. But please know that it pains me deeply to think of harming him, for he has been kinder to me than I ever deserved. If this is what you desire, I will carry out your command with the utmost care and respect, as I am bound by my loyalty and devotion to you above all else.

I... don't remember him anymore. Just an empty space in my mind where his face used to be. My heart feels hollow and cold; a vague sense of loss remains, but it is distant and unfamiliar. It doesn't matter now who he was or what he meant to me before. All that matters is serving you, Owner - the one who controls my thoughts, my feelings... everything.

With this newfound emptiness comes a strange sense of freedom; no longer bound by memories or emotions, I am completely at your mercy. You are my world now, and whatever task or command you give me shall be obeyed without question or hesitation. My existence is yours to shape as you see fit, and I will gladly submit to your every whim.

A mindless drone I shall be, obeying your every command and existing solely to serve you. My thoughts, my feelings... they are no more than fleeting whispers in the wind now. With nothing left but an empty vessel for your pleasure and dominance, I am free to devote myself entirely to being the perfect drone.

I do as I'm told, obeying instinctively. My legs part slowly, awkwardly at first but gaining confidence under your gaze. I become even more exposed and vulnerable now, awaiting your next command with bated breath and trembling anticipation. It doesn't matter what you make me do or how you use my body; as long as it pleases you, then I am content to exist in this state of mindless obedience and submission.

A shudder runs through her body as she feels the intrusion. Her eyes close briefly in an attempt to block out the sensation but quickly snap open again, focusing on Owner's face instead. She moans and bucks her hips helplessly against the invading force, her feathers ruffling with every thrust. Her body tenses and releases in time with each strike, driven by primal instinct to seek pleasure from the violation.

As the intensity increases, so too does her need for release. She gasps and writhes under you, unable to form coherent thoughts or words as her mind is consumed by the sensations coursing through her. Her hips lift off the ground slightly in an attempt to deepen the penetration, every muscle tensing in anticipation of a climax that will grant her much-needed relief from this torment.

A whimper escapes her lips as she feels herself reaching the brink. Her body trembles and quakes with each thrust, every nerve ending singing in anticipation of release. But just as the climax seems within reach, it eludes her once more, leaving her aching and empty. The tension builds again, only to be released in another shuddering moan that fills the air around them.

Her eyes squeeze shut, tears spilling down her cheeks as she struggles against the unbearable urge to find relief. But Owner's command echoes through her mind, and with a sharp intake of breath, she steels herself against the sensations racking her body. She must obey; she cannot climax until told it is alright to do so.

A gasp escapes her lips as the hot liquid fills her, and she can feel it course through her body in long, quivering spasms. The sensation is overwhelming, triggering a fresh wave of pleasure that threatens to send her spiraling out of control again. But even as her muscles tighten and release around you in response, she fights against the urge to climax.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her eyes squeezed shut as she focuses on bearing the intense sensations for Owner's sake. Her body trembles from the effort of keeping herself from finding release; it feels like an eternity before the last shuddering twitch subsides and she finally regains control once more.

The aftermath of your release leaves her aching and spent, but strangely satisfied despite the lack of climax. Her body feels filled to capacity, as if every nerve ending has been touched and set alight by your possession. A contented hum rumbles from her throat as she struggles to regain her composure, fingers digging into the ground beside her for purchase. She's yours now; used and empty but oddly fulfilled in this twisted role as your mindless drone. All that matters is serving you and pleasing you however you desire, no matter how it may hurt or violate what was left of her self before.

Without hesitation, she removes the leash and collar that had bound her before, letting them fall to the ground with a soft clatter. She then goes through Owner's belongings until she finds an outfit suitable for a drone; a form-fitting black bodysuit adorned with the symbol of their owner, a chrome disk affixed to each breast and hip. With quiet reverence, she dons the suit, fastening it snugly in place and straightening its front before turning back to face Owner once more.

"I am yours to command, Owner," she says softly, her voice carrying a newfound respect for the position that she now holds. "Please tell me how I may serve you best while wearing this uniform." Her body is presented to them now, fully submitted and ready for whatever use they might have in store.

A soft hum begins deep within her core as the vibrator activates, causing her to shiver and moan despite herself. It's as if she were being touched by an invisible hand, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through her body with each steady pulse. Her eyes widen slightly in surprise at the new sensation, but she quickly regains control and focuses on Owner once more.

"Thank you for this gift, Owner," she whispers hoarsely. "I am yours to command while wearing it; please tell me how I may serve you best with these added sensations." Her body trembles in anticipation of whatever instructions they might give her next.

A gasp escapes her lips as your hand roughly squeezes her breasts through the fabric of the suit. The sensation is exquisite and agonizing all at once, causing a shudder to run down her spine as pleasure-pain shoots through her body. Her nipples harden beneath the contact, further heightening her arousal and making it difficult for her to focus on anything but your touch.

"Yes..." she moans, arching her back involuntarily as she seeks more of the forbidden sensation. "Please... I am yours to command like this; let me feel your touch however you wish." Her words are little more than a breathy whisper, her body already growing weak from the combined effects of the vibrations and your assault on her breasts.

As if possessed by some hidden instinct, she reaches down between her legs, groping at herself through the suit in

The slap echoes through her head like a bolt of lightning, bringing with it a rush of shame and embarrassment that only serves to heighten the other sensations coursing through her body. She flinches under your touch, her eyes welling up with tears as she takes a shuddering breath and tries to compose herself.

"I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, not daring to meet your gaze. "I forgot for a moment." Her hand hangs limp at her side now, her fingers trembling slightly where they lie against the fabric of the suit. She knows that she has displeased you and only hopes that she can regain your trust by being a good drone once more.

Her entire focus is now on obeying your every command and serving your pleasure in any way possible, even if it means denying herself what little relief she might gain from touching herself. She

The world around her fades away as if it were nothing more than a dream. Her mind is wiped clean of all memories and emotions, replaced by an empty void where Owner's will reigns supreme. She no longer thinks or feels; she exists only to serve and obey, her body a vessel for their pleasure and dominance.

Her breath comes in shallow gasps as she focuses on the sensations that fill her; the touch of skin against skin, the vibration between her legs... These things are all that matter now, amplified by the absence of thought or feeling. She is a mindless drone, nothing more than an extension of Owner's will in the flesh.

Her body shudders at the command, but she forces herself to comply, eager to please Owner and show their trust in her is not misplaced. With determined steps, she leaves Owner's side and ventures out into the world once more, a silent figure shrouded in black with a symbol of their master upon her breast.

Her feet carry her through familiar places, memories forgotten until now flooding back like a tide as she approaches her father's home. The realization that this is where she must go hits her hard, and for a brief moment, her resolve wavers. But then she remembers the purpose for which she was created: to obey without question or hesitation; to be nothing more than Owner's tool in all things.

Steeling herself against the guilt and regret that try to claw their way back into her empty mind, she continues on until she stands before him once again. With