No.

"No, I didn't enjoy my punishment." Annabeth said.

Trevor frowned, not only because Annabeth lied to him, but her answer revealed a hole within his newly gained power.

Trevor had purposely excepted the word "Normal" as he asked the last question, and as soon as he did, Annabeth acted against his bidding.

It was easy to forget, but his power didn't inherently made people do what he wanted.

It only made it so that what he did was accepted without any question.

It seemed like if he wanted a specific outcome, he had to act on it, like how he **** Annabeth to kneel.

'Or maybe...'

"Annabeth, you'll always tell me the truth from nowon. That's normal," Trevor declared.

Suddenly, Annabeth's face showed a new wave of guilt.

With an expectant grin, Trevor asked again, " Annabeth, did you enjoy the punishment I'd just delivered on your ass?"

Annabeth chewed on her lower lips and figited with her fingers, but she answered nontheless.

"...yes, Trevor, I did enjoy your punishment."

"But you just said you didn't," Trevor pointed out the obvious, "So you lied to me."

"...Yes..." Annabeth replied, averting Trevor's eyes.

Trevor grinned.

There was another way to make people do what he wanted: He could simply state that it was the normal thing to do, and they would do it.

"In that case, you should be punished again, correct?"

Annabeth nodded.

Trevor had the right to punish those who acted outside of normality, after all. That was why she received thise exhilarating spanking from him.

'No, no! Stop thinking like that!' Annabeth scolded herself.

Her cheeks flushed as she was embarrassed how she got off from getting punished by Trevor. What was wrong with her?

Meanwhile, Trevor rubbed his chin, wondering what kind of punishment should he sentence on this blonde masochist.

As much as another kinky session sounded nice, he wanted something more lasting—something that clicked the leash around Annabeth's neck and making sure he could use her whenever he wanted.

Then, the idea came to him.

"Your punishment is to swear on the River Styx to become my sex ****."

"Your...sex ****?" Annabeth asked with a small frown, "Isn't that a bit too harsh for a punishment for lying?"

"It is not normal to question my words, Annabeth," Trevor quickly added.

Annabeth's discomfort immediately vanished and she nodded.

"I, Annabeth Chase, swear upon the River Styx to become Trevor Miller's sex ****," Annabeth said.

Thunder boom from far away, signaling that the oath was sealed.

Trevor laughed out loud. He couldn't believe it was that easy—now he had one of the hottest girls in Camp Half-Blood as his ****!

"I'm glad that you are happy, master," Annabeth said with a soft smile.

"Yeah, whatever. Let's get out of the attic first, and..."

Trevor mulled on what to do from now on.

There were plenty of sexy girls in camp that he could take advantage of.

He also wondered if the magic of the earrings was powerful enough to influence the Olympians. If so, going for some goddesses are fully optional as well.

Whatever the case was, he was certain that his life would be amazing from now on.

"Ah, I forgot. It is normal for me to treat my sex slaves however I want.

Also, you are not allowed to walk on your legs unless I allow you to. And always be naked."

"Yes, master."

Annabeth stopped from retrieving her jeans and immediately sank to the ground.

Trevor hummed to himself as he climbed down the steps of the attic, his sex **** obediently following him on all fours.