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Tink kept cycling. First she would get angry at being imprisoned. Then the drug would sweep that away with arousal. Then I would tell her that she was my property, my good, obedient girl, and reach under the outfit to squeeze a tit or rub her pussy for a moment, swinging her over into pleasure. Then I would pull back, she would get angry again, and it would all repeat, each emotion taking her over completely because that’s how fairies work.

But every time, her anger was a little less intense, the arousal came back a little faster, the pleasure lasted a little longer. By the time the drug wore off, the anger was gone completely. She was fully conditioned to associate imprisonment, slavery, and me with arousal and pleasure.

And then I let her go.

(To be continued…)