"Well then, let's hear it."
Ivy had given a speech in front of thousands of people, once, during her graduation ceremony. She had been valedictorian of her class, thanks to her stellar grades and impeccable behavior, something to be proud of.
Today, just like that day, she had butterflies in her stomach. Even though the speech she was about to give was of a completely different sort, it had to be delivered perfectly. There was no room for error when dealing with Master. A concept Lily had made sure was drilled into her since day one.
Master had provided her with "pet clothes" to wear so that she could make herself presentable. Unfortunately, this was far from easy when the garments in question were nothing more than thin strips of cloth ripped from her old mage uniform, magically enchanted to cling to her figure in defiance of gravity.
They covered the absolute minimum amount required to not count as stark naked, leaving nothing to the onlooker's imagination. The outfit was so demeaning in its skimpiness it left her feeling more naked than she had felt wearing nothing at all.
Master had also told Lily to make sure Ivy looked her best, and the undead bitch had fussed for two hours about her hair and makeup. Only then, she had deemed her "acceptable" for her first walk with Master. Today was going to be her first test of obedience, one she was determined to pass. She could not risk angering her Mis - Lily.
'I need to fight their conditioning' she thought to herself, hoping the Remnant had not been listening.
"I am always listening. What are you doing staring off into space? Get on your knees and beg!"
Ivy fell to her knees. If by her own will or not, she couldn't tell. Lily's control was now absolute, so much so that the mage couldn't trust her thoughts anymore. Sometimes she would catch herself daydreaming about worshipping Master's cock, and she desperately hoped it was just Lily's imagination bleeding into hers.
Firming her shaking hands, she took a deep breath and started talking.
"Master, while this pet has been nothing more than a disappointment until now, would Master grant this cumslut the joy of being taken for her first walk?"
Never looking up from the floor, she raised her hands, presenting the handle of her leash. She had already attached it to the leather collar Lily had her wear, tight around her neck.
Now a mockery of her former self, the once-proud imperial mage found herself holding her breath, waiting for Master's reply. Two weeks of non-stop instruction from Lily, interspersed with the occasional inspection from her Master, had managed to force her into reluctant obedience.
Despite her newfound compliance, her Master had yet to even touch her outside of her feverish, Remnant-induced nightmares. He had been so absent that she had begun looking forward to his visits. If only to see Lily humiliating herself when talking to him.
Seeing the Remnant put in her place was a nice change of pace from the endless crawling, edging, and magical torture- "resistance training" the evil bitch had called it - she had had to endure since her enslavement.
The dull throbbing of her pussy reminded her of the pressing need to climax. They had kept her on the brink for so long she wasn't sure she could handle being allowed to cum without ending up a drooling mess, as she did on the first of Lily's "dream lessons".
After pondering for a few seconds, her Master crouched near her and scratched the back of her head. Waves of need and desire wracked her body, originating from where his fingers came in contact with her skin. How could anyone fight this? She hated him, but a single touch from him was enough for her to forget her dignity. She left out a frustrated moan leaning into his hand, craving more of the addictive feeling.
"Now, now. Be a good girl, don't be impatient. You did a passable job, Lily. I'll spend the mana to give you back your body today as a reward. There's some money on my desk. Get yourself some real food, and make sure the house is clean when I come back tomorrow."
"T-this cunt does not deserve your kindness, Master. Please, leave the house to me. I will take care of everything."
Ivy could not think straight, overwhelmed by the waves of excitement and smugness Lily's soul was giving off. Having the girl's Remnant grafted directly onto her soul meant that some of the feelings from Lily merged with her perception from time to time. Judging by how elated Ivy was feeling, the undead bitch must have been really fucking happy.
"Ivy, you will come with me. I have arranged for a play date, so you can have some fun while I have a drink with an acquaintance. This is a business trip, so take care not to misbehave. If you embarrass me, Lily will suffer the consequences. Did I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Master. I will behave." She could not let her Mistress be punished because of her. There was no telling what the Remnant would do to Ivy if Master expressed even the slightest displeasure with her behavior.
Just a couple of weeks ago, she would have rather died than go along with this depraved charade they had forced her to participate in. Now though, after two weeks of non-stop mental and physical abuse, she just wanted to please her captors and avoid further punishment.
Damn. Was her will that broken already? Had she given up? Behaving for a week had granted her a hot bath and an hour of actual, uninterrupted rest. She had cried tears of joy when she had immersed herself in the hot tub, finally able to relax her sore muscles and wash away the grueling fatigue of her first week of training.
"Now, good pets are to be seen but not heard. Since you are only barely trained, you will put this muzzle on. We also need to do something about your tail. Otherwise, how can I tell whether you're happy or not?"
Master, still crouched at her side, gently drew her long, white hair aside, strapping a white leather muzzle to her face. The muzzle was sturdy and well made and had two straps. One was fastened against the back of her neck, while the other one against the top of her head.
The front of the muzzle resembled a dog's mouth while concealing a ballgag she had no choice but to accept in her mouth. The top strap sported two leather ears, slightly folded at the tip. It was very uncomfortable, and after a few seconds, she found herself drooling, a small pool of her saliva gathering beneath her.
Master had then taken out a buttplug with a tail attached, the same shade of white as her hair and the muzzle she was wearing. With drawn-out, deliberate movements, her Master placed the tip of the buttplug against her asshole and waited.
"Come on, be a good girl and put on your tail." Master's voice was full of condescending affection. She could tell that he thought of her as a cute animal to train rather than a human being.
Ivy wanted to cry. She had never had anal sex before, and not even Lily, nor the Master in her dreams, had ever touched her there. The mage knew this was part of the test, her first hurdle. She had to follow his commands obediently without showing any trace of resistance. Her arms and legs trembled for a single instant before she steeled herself.
Feeling like another chunk of her dignity was being chipped off, she slowly pushed back against the buttplug Master was holding. Mercifully, Master had coated the buttplug with some kind of oil, which made the process way smoother than she had imagined.
As many magic items were wont to do, the anal plug expanded and adapted to the shape of its wearer. The feeling of her insides stretching to accommodate the foreign object was more intense than she had expected. Surprised, she let out a fearful moan muffled by the gag in her mouth.
"Good girl! Don't worry. You will get used to it. I have coated the plug with a strong aphrodisiac, and the tail will wag if you are enjoying yourself. Just make sure you don't climax. Lily won't be there to stop you, and I can't be bothered to keep an eye on you."
"If you cum without Master's permission, I will make you regret it, cunt. If I get punished because of your greedy snatch, I'll make sure you eat nothing but cum for a month."
