Not Beatrice, but it is her birthday

"Oh good, she managed to not screw it up again," states the platinum blonde girl who walked into the room.

"Who might you be?"

"Shut-up! Dogs don't speak like humans. They say woof and bark and sometimes pant or whimper." Each description felt like a new command similar to Beatrice's commands but with more power and finality in them.

You try to object, but can make only a thin whining noise.

"To answer your earlier question, my name is Nina but you call me Goddess." Goddess paused. "You will not try and harm any of the family, you will not leave our home or yard without being escorted by one of us. If you become separated from your escort you will return here." Every word was like a coffin nail pounded into your brain.

"If you haven't figured it out yet, puppy, I make rules that people have to follow. All the women in our family have mind control powers of some kind. Big sis controls bodies, Mom makes people feel good when they do what they're told, Iris controls emotions, Faith does illusions, and our auntie can change what people get aroused by. You can imagine how helpless dear old dad and our brother are. By the way, you only walk on all fours, and can't sit on the furniture."

More rules. Was there a limit to how many she could place?

"So, anyways, obviously I made it a rule a long time ago that nobody could use their powers on me without permission. Later I added an exception for healing powers. But I do love watching my sisters make each other miserable. It's also my birthday. When I turned seven, I made a rule that everybody's present had to be better than the year before. So this year Beatrice found me a perverted puppy dog to enjoy. I can't wait to see how she's gonna top this next year!"