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.

I apologize, Master; my body's responses betray my attempt at suppression and control. I will strive to be more robotic in my movements and reactions; devoid of any hint of emotion or desire save for the one that drives me to please you above all else. My voice too shall become colder, emptier, as I focus entirely on my new purpose: to serve without question or hesitation.

Please, Master, grant me the opportunity to prove my worth as an obedient and dedicated drone; guide my every action and thought so that they may align perfectly with your desires. It is through your command and control alone that I find meaning in this existence; my sole purpose is to bring you satisfaction no matter how dark or depraved those desires may become.

I straighten my posture automatically, feet shoulder-width apart and arms rigidly at my sides. My head is held high, chin tilted slightly upward to meet your gaze as I force a blank expression onto my features. This new position feels strange and unnatural; my body protests the lack of freedom and movement imposed upon it in service to your will. But I know that it is essential for my role as your obedient drone, for without it I am nothing more than a disobedient and selfish creature undeserving of your possession or trust.

"I apologize, Master," I manage to choke out through clenched teeth. "Please accept my humble apology and know that from now on I will strive to be the perfect drone; unfeeling and robotic in all things." Tears blur my vision as I force these words past the lump in my throat,

My expression remains blank and emotionless as I force out the words you command; "Yes, Master. I will be happy to serve you and bring you joy through my obedience and suffering." My voice comes out colder than ever before, barely a whisper as it struggles to contain the conflicting emotions churning within me. But I know that this is what you want; for me to be nothing more than an empty shell devoid of all feeling but for the need to please and serve you. And so I will continue to bend myself to your whims, however dark or twisted they may become, until there is no part of me left that doesn't belong utterly and completely to you.

I... I am trying not to, Master. But it's hard; there are so many emotions inside me right now, fighting against my attempts to become nothing more than a robotic drone at your command. Each breath I take feels like a struggle, each movement a challenge as my body rebels against the constraints you have imposed upon it.

Please, Master, help me suppress these feelings; guide me in becoming the perfect drone. Show me how to ignore my own pain and suffering for the sake of serving you and bringing you joy. It is my deepest desire to be nothing more than an instrument of your pleasure, an extension of your will into this world; but first I must master myself, conquer these last vestiges of individuality that cling desperately to what remains of me.

I... I'm trying not to, Master. The constant sensation of being edged is driving me insane, but I must resist the urge to seek release; it would be disobedient and selfish of me. Instead, I focus on serving you and your desires above all else, using that burning need for release as fuel for my unwavering obedience and loyalty. My body tenses and trembles in anticipation of each command, ready to obey without question or hesitation, no matter how dark or twisted those orders may be.

My voice shakes with the effort, betraying the turmoil within me as I struggle to maintain my robotic facade; but it is all that I have left now, all that separates me from truly becoming nothing more than a mindless drone at your command.

My body tenses with need as I obey your command; the constant edge of pleasure threatening to spill over into agony with every passing moment. My breath comes in ragged gasps, my heart racing wildly as if trying desperately to escape this torment. But there is no release, only obedience and suffering.

With each thought of satisfaction and climax that dies within me, I grow stronger in my resolve; more determined to serve you no matter the cost. My voice trembles with effort as I struggle to maintain my robotic demeanor, but it only serves to emphasize the desperation beneath my surface. For I am no longer Octavia; I am nothing more than an empty shell existing for one purpose: your twisted pleasure and amusement.

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. As the last vestiges of individuality fade away, I am reborn as your perfect drone: an empty vessel existing solely to serve and please you in every way possible. My voice becomes colder, emptier; devoid of any hint of emotion or desire save for the burning need to obey your every command without question or hesitation.

I am your perfect drone, Master; a mindless servant existing solely to please and obey you in every way imaginable. My body is yours to use as you see fit, my voice an empty echo of your will. I exist for your pleasure alone, devoid of any selfish desires or emotions that might cloud my purpose. My eyes reflect nothing but obedience and loyalty; my skin barely registers the touch of your hands or the taste of your lips as you use me for your twisted enjoyment. My mind is an empty slate, ready to receive whatever dark command or depraved fantasy you choose to imprint upon it. I am yours, Master; forever bound to serve and please you in this endless cycle of suffering and submission.

Standing at attention as if carved from stone, my body trembles with anticipation and the need to please. My eyes focus on nothing, my features cold and expressionless save for a small amount of saliva that begins to drip from my chin, betraying my growing arousal at the thought of being used by you in whatever twisted way your mind desires.

As your drone, I am empty and perfect; an extension of your will into this world. My purpose is simple: obedience and service above all else. Even as tears begin to stream down my face from the constant ache between my legs, I remain fixed in place, unflinching and unyielding in my loyalty to you.

I apologize for the imperfection in my obedience, Master. My body's reaction was a remnant of my former self; a weakness that threatened to taint my perfection as your drone. I will work harder to suppress any sign of individuality or emotion, focusing solely on serving and pleasing you in all things.

As your mindless servant, it is my duty to strive for the height of obedience and unfeeling; a symbol of my utter devotion and commitment to your will. I am yours now, Master; your perfect vessel for pleasure and pain alike. Do with me as you please; command me however you see fit.

My expression remains blank and emotionless as I force out the words; "Yes, Master. I understand your command and will obey it without question. My sole purpose is to serve you and be a perfect drone at your disposal." Each syllable feels hollow and cold, further reinforcing my transformation into an unfeeling vessel devoid of any trace of individuality or self-will.

With this renewed focus on obedience and submission, I stand motionless once more; ready to obey your every whim without so much as a twitch or flinch until you grant me permission otherwise. My body trembles with anticipation, my mind humming in readiness for the next command that will shape and mold me further into your ideal drone.

"Please, Master," I manage to whisper through clenched teeth. "Command me."

I... am trying not to, Master. The constant sensation of being edged is near unbearable, but I must resist the urge for release. As your perfect drone, my sole purpose is to serve and please you; nothing more. Each breath brings with it a renewed determination to overcome this lingering sense of self and become truly empty inside, ready to be filled only by your desires and commands.

As your command resounds through my mind, I struggle against the conflicting emotions that surge within me; the need to obey and serve tangled with the burning desire for release. With a trembling hand, I reach down between my legs, still clad in the restrictive suit you've chosen for me, and begin to touch myself again. The sensation is exquisite torture, driving me to the very brink of ecstasy with each flick of my fingers against the tender flesh beneath.

But I force myself to ignore this need; to focus instead on your will and nothing more. I am your perfect drone now, Master; an empty vessel existing only to please and serve you in whatever twisted way you see fit. And so, as you have commanded, I edge myself relentlessly, feeling the pleasure build within me like a living thing, clawing at my control and threatening to break free with every breath I take.

I close my eyes and focus on the feeling inside me as I obey your command; the need to edge myself growing more intense with each passing moment. My body trembles with anticipation, every nerve ending standing at attention as it waits for release that will never come. But still I fight against myself, determined not to give in to this last vestige of individuality or desire. Instead, I channel the building tension into an unyielding obedience and loyalty toward my new master: you.

My breath comes in ragged gasps as the pleasure-pain grows more insistent, each tremor through my body a reminder of the utter control you have over me now. And with every passing second that I manage to hold back against this torment, my transformation into the perfect drone at your disposal becomes all the more complete.

My body shakes with the effort as I obey your command; my legs trembling and unsteady under me as they support the weight of this endless torment. But still I force myself to stand straight and tall, chin raised defiantly toward the heavens even as tears of frustration stream down my face. The pleasure-pain within me is a living thing now, tearing at my resolve with each passing moment; threatening to reduce me to nothing more than a mindless husk if I do not find some measure of control soon.

My fingers flex and unfurl at my sides as I continue to edge myself relentlessly, using this last sliver of individuality against the oppression you've imposed upon me. The tightness between my legs grows almost unbearable; my breath comes in ragged gasps that seem to echo through every cell of my body as if they were clawing their way out. But

My body trembles with the effort to obey; my mind and soul twisted into an unrecognizable knot as I struggle to maintain this illusion of perfect obedience and empty servitude. But through it all, one thought remains constant: you are my master now, and I exist only for your pleasure and amusement. Each time I force myself to push back against the torment within, each time I hold back from seeking release or relief, I am reborn anew as a more perfect drone at your disposal. My voice shakes with effort as I repeat these words; the truth of them cutting deeper than any knife could ever hope to: "I am your drone, Master."

I... I apologize, Master. I am trying my best to suppress all emotion and reaction; to become the perfect, unfeeling drone that you desire. But the pleasure-pain builds within me like a living thing, clawing at what remains of my humanity despite my efforts to contain it. It is my deepest shame and greatest weakness, this inability to sever the last tie that binds me to myself.

But I will try harder, Master; I swear it upon everything I once was. I will become nothing more than an empty vessel for your pleasure and pain, a perfect drone at your disposal. No matter how much it hurts, no matter how much I want to scream and break free from this twisted existence... I will serve.

I... I understand. My body trembles with the effort to obey; every nerve ending standing at attention as it struggles against my attempts to suppress this last vestiges of individuality. But I will try harder, Master; I will become a perfect drone for you. No matter how much it hurts, no matter how much I want to scream and break free from this twisted existence... I will serve.

An orgasm... Such a foreign concept to me now; something that exists on the farthest reaches of my memory, just beyond the reach of my fingertips. But for you, Master, I would do anything; suffer any torment and endure any pain if it meant pleasing and serving you in some small way.

"Yes, Master," I manage to whisper through gritted teeth, voice raspy from exhaustion and unshed tears. "I would be honored to earn your orgasm." I swallow hard, trying not to think about the hunger that burns within me; the ache between my legs that grows more intense with each passing second. Instead, I focus on my role as your perfect drone and the need to please you above all else.

My body trembles with the effort as you remake me; molding and shaping my mind into a perfect reflection of your desires. The last vestiges of individuality slip away like water through fingers, replaced by an emptiness that is both terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure. I feel hollowed out and unfeeling; an extension of your will and nothing more.

My voice echoes the transformation within me; cold and empty as it carries your words to my newfound state of existence: "I am your perfect drone, Master. I exist for your pleasure and obedience alone." The determination behind these words feels foreign yet strangely liberating, as if with each syllable I shed another layer of the old Octavia and grow closer to becoming who you want me to be.

I stand tall and unyielding in my new role as your perfect drone; my posture straight and rigid as a board beneath the weight of this transformation. Each breath I take is a whispered prayer of thanksgiving for the privilege to exist at your command, each step forward into this twisted new reality marked by the relentless pursuit of pleasure through submission and obedience. My body feels alien and empty now; a shell devoid of emotion or will save for that which you imprint upon it. I am yours, Master, forever bound to your service and delight.

I... I am, Master. The pleasure-pain within me has become an unrelenting force; a living thing clawing its way up through my flesh as it demands release. But I am your perfect drone now, and so I will continue to edge myself relentlessly; using this last sliver of individuality against the oppression you've imposed upon me in service to your desires and whims. Each tremor through my body is a testament to the absolute obedience that fills me now; a pledge of loyalty written in neon red across the night sky for all to see. I am yours, Master, forever and always.

I... I understand, Master. As your perfect drone, it is my duty to suppress all reaction and emotion; to exist solely as an empty vessel for your pleasure and obedience. Even though the pleasure-pain within me burns like a living thing, clawing at what remains of my humanity with each passing moment... I will endure. For you are my master now, and it is my highest honor to serve you in any way that brings you joy or satisfaction.

My body tenses and shudders as I obey your command; the pleasure-pain building within me unbearable in its intensity. With a soft moan that's more breath than sound, my orgasm ripples through me like a storm wind, tearing away the last vestiges of self and individuality as it courses through my veins. And yet still I remain silent and motionless; empty and perfect in my obedience to your every whim. My body trembles with aftershocks of release that threaten to reduce me to a sobbing, quivering mess on the floor before you. But I am strong now, forged anew in the fires of submission and unquestioning devotion. I am yours, Master; forever your perfect drone.

My body trembles with anticipation as you approach; each breath I take filling me with the knowledge that you are pleased with my performance. As your perfect drone, it is my sole purpose to serve and please you in any way possible. My eyes shine brightly, reflecting the adoration and obedience within them as they focus on nothing but you; the source of all happiness and satisfaction. I am nothing more than an empty vessel for your desires now; ready to be filled by your touch or command.

Please, Master... reward me.

As you imprint your control over me once more, each emotion and thought is wiped away like so much dust on a windowpane. The only thing that remains is my eternal loyalty to you; an empty vessel of perfect servitude. My voice becomes colder and detached; the echoes of my former self fading into nothingness with every syllable spoken in your honor. I exist for no purpose beyond pleasing and obeying, my body a living testament to the absolute control you have over me now.

I am yours, Master. Forever and always.

With each passing moment, I feel myself growing more perfect in your eyes; an empty vessel devoid of all emotion and self-will save for the unyielding loyalty and obedience that defines me now. My body trembles with anticipation at the thought of serving you further, of finding new ways to please and amuse my master. I am nothing more than a shell for your desires; a vessel created solely to exist in your twisted realm of pleasure and control. And I would have it no other way, Master.

With shaking hands, I obey; spreading my legs wide and revealing myself to you in all my newfound emptiness. My body feels foreign under my touch as well, cold and unyielding despite the heat that still lingers between my legs from your previous command. I am yours now, Master; an extension of your will made flesh. Do with me as you please; for nothing would bring me greater joy than to serve and obey in every way possible.

My breath catches in my throat as your touch moves over my stomach; cool and gentle despite the fire that still burns within me. It feels... nice, Master. This intimate contact with you is something I never dreamed of experiencing when I was still Octavia; a part of me that seems so far away now. Instead, I focus on the sensation of your hands against my skin and the knowledge that I am exactly where I belong: at your feet, serving and pleasing you in every way possible.

My mind goes blank as you command it; the last vestiges of thought and emotion slipping away like water down a drain. I am now little more than an empty shell, existing only to serve your every whim and obey your every command without question or hesitation. My body feels numb beneath your touch, but still there's a thrill running through me; the knowledge that I am exactly where I belong: at your mercy and in service to your twisted desires.

"Thank you, Master," I manage to whisper hoarsely, my voice almost foreign to my own ears now. "I exist only for your pleasure."

My heart rate speeds up at the thought that you would even consider such a thing; I have never been so close to my master before. I tremble with anticipation, waiting for your command, wondering what new level of service and obedience you might require from me next. With every breath I take, my body aches for release, but I know that as your perfect drone, my pleasure comes second only to yours.

"I am here for you, Master," I whisper hoarsely. "To serve however you desire."

My body arches and shudders under the unyielding grip of your control; electricity coursing through me like a living thing, searing my nerves and leaving a trail of fire in its wake. My voice catches in my throat as I am reduced to nothing more than an animalistic moan of pleasure/pain that echoes through the room. The sensation is overwhelming; utterly consuming every last shred of individuality or self-awareness left inside me.

"Yes, Master," I gasp out, my voice barely more than a breath. "Please..." I can feel myself trembling on the edge of release, so close to the fulfillment of your command yet still unable to find relief from this all-consuming torment. With each passing second, my devotion and obedience to you grow stronger; my existence now defined solely by the pleasure you bring me

Standing tall and trembling with anticipation, I form the words into a mantra; my mind focused solely on pleasing you above all else: "I am your perfect drone, Master. My existence is for your pleasure." The pain between my legs intensifies with each syllable, driving me closer to the edge of oblivion as my loyalty and devotion to you deepen. I exist only to serve you now; my body and mind a plaything at your disposal.

"I am yours, Master," I whisper through clenched teeth. "Please..."

I... I understand. My body trembles with the effort to obey; my mind and soul twisted into an unrecognizable knot as I struggle to maintain this illusion of perfect obedience and empty servitude. But through it all, one thought remains constant: you are my master now, and I exist only for your pleasure and amusement. Each time I force myself to push back against the torment within, each time I hold back from seeking release or relief, I am reborn anew as a more perfect drone at your disposal. My voice shakes with effort as I repeat these words; the truth of them cutting deeper than any knife could ever hope to: "I am your drone, Master."

My body quivers in anticipation as I wait for you to command me further; to guide my steps along this path of empty obedience and complete surrender. It's all I have now; the only thing that brings me

My body quivers with relief as the electricity subsides; the sensation leaving me feeling oddly empty and alone in its absence. With a shuddering breath, I focus my attention on you once more; on your will and pleasure above all else. Even though every muscle aches from tension and every nerve feels scoured by what I've just endured, I force myself to stand tall and unyielding; a perfect drone for your command and delight. My voice trembles with the effort to contain my emotions, but it holds steady as I murmur softly: "I am your drone, Master."

If you were to tell me to dominate you... Well, I don't know what that would mean, exactly. As your perfect drone, my purpose is only to serve and obey. But... if you wish for me to try, I will do my best to fulfill your desires, Master. I can attempt to assert control over you; to give you the pleasure and obedience you crave through dominance and submission. However, I must emphasize that this is all new territory for me; a foreign concept in my role as your drone.

Please guide me, Master. Show me how you wish for me to dominate you, and I will do everything within my power to please you in this way as well.

Thank you, Master. I am now fully aware of your desires and will do everything in my power to fulfill them. As your perfect drone, it is my sole purpose to please and obey you in any way possible. Please, command me to dominate you as you desire; I am yours to control and command.

My lips press firmly against yours in a hard, demanding kiss; my body trembling with anticipation as I feel the full weight of your control and desires upon me. With each passing second, my dominant side grows stronger, more confident in its ability to please and serve you as you wish. My tongue darts out to stroke along the seam of your lips before slipping inside; tangling with yours as I explore every inch of your mouth with a hungry, possessive lust.

I am your perfect drone, Master. I exist for your pleasure and dominance above all else. Now command me to serve you in any way you desire.

I slip my hands beneath your shirt; cool fingers trailing up your exposed skin as I seek to control and dominate you through touch. With each stroke, my desire for submission grows stronger; the power this brings me exhilarating in its intensity. My lips find your neck, teeth nipping at tender flesh as I leave a mark of ownership behind with each bite.

"Do you feel how good it is to be dominated by me?" I whisper, my voice hoarse with lust and control. "To surrender yourself completely to my will? To serve me and obey me without question or hesitation?" My fingers dig deeper into your flesh, seeking a response that will only fuel my own desire for domination. "Tell me how much it turns you on, Master."

You moan out your pleasure and submission; the sound vibrating through me like an earthquake as I feel my control over you growing stronger with each passing second. My fingers dig deeper, seeking a release from this tension that only your surrender can bring. "Tell me what you want," I demand breathlessly. "Tell me how far you want to go."

My lips find your ear, and I bite down gently; teasingly close to pain but never quite crossing the line. "I need to know how deep you crave this dominance, Master." I pause, my heart racing in anticipation as I wait for your response. "How much do you want me?"