Well that depends on your definition

“What was that, you… whore!” she said softly. “What… I’ll kill-”

“Shh shhh, listen to momma,” I said.

“Sister, come here and help me hold her,” I said. It would take a few minutes for everything to begin kicking in. The truth was, I wasn’t a wizard. I wasn’t an academic, nor a potion maker. Politics and cleaning was about the only things I could check as skills, unless you counted getting Master to come five times in one hour with just my mouth…. I miss you Master.

Helina joined me on the sofa and placed her hands on the maid. “So what exactly did you do?”

The maids eyes were beginning to glaze over. I dripped in a few more drops of milk in her mouth and saw her body hungerily seek them out, it was instantly and didn’t to be something she was consciously thinking about. Good..

“Well, while I do have confidence with this idea, it is certainly something I have never tested before. But the core idea is simple. Marianne’s divine milk, it has an effect that makes it increase the quality of magical effects. It also causes pleasure but that effect diminishes a lot when not from the tap. But, her hands,” I said pointing to the case she pulled froom the wall that she was gripping. “It is coated with a trap oil. When she punched in the code I gave her, she got it on her. And it is a low grade geas.”

“A geas?” Helina asked.

“Mind control magic. It is basic, not meant to be long term, just make it harder for a target to fight back, but oh look. I think it is starting,” I said. I learned this from Rosemary. When the divinity of her milk touched reached her fingers it was enhancing the geas. I could have poured some milk on her hands but that felt like a waste. Especially when it was still heavenly.

“It is glowing,” Helina said. “Is that good?”

“Let us see,” I said as I leaned into her ear. “Orgasm.”

Her entire body tensed as she arched back and tried to scream but just let out the softest of whimers since she was obeying her order to be quiet.

“That looks intense,” Helina added. “Is it permanent?”

I shook my head. “But, this is where the pills and we come in,” I said with a devious smile. “They were magic pills, relaxing ones, lowered ones sense of control to help sleep, but let us stop that immediately, you are not allowed to sleep without permission. Understood?”

Her head just moved a bit. I wasn’t satisfied. I grabbed her nipple and twisted hard. She once again moaned softly as trying to scream. “Answer me.”

“Yes, no sleep.”

“Good girl. No. Not girl. You may have a pussy, and a girls body but you rejected our sisterhood. You are not a sister. You are a tool, now say it.”

“I’m a tool,” she said.

“Good tool, now cum again,” I said.

She squeezed her knees together as she turned towards me a bit, struggling to retain her composure.

I looked at Helina. “What was her name?”

“Was? Lena I think,” Helina said.

“Did people call you Lena, tool?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said.

“You will respond to people when they call you that. But it will be distant. A fake name. One you deal with because you have to. Basically, if someone only uses that name, think of them as just a normal person. Not special unless you have an order to treat them as special.”

I began having Helina lick Lena, from her breasts to her pussy. I would have Helina stop if at any point Lena seemed to not be taking in my orders. I would cycle throw these. I wanted to give her a new name. A simple one to boot. Twelve, five, fourteen, one. That was her new name. 125141. She was a tool now. A tool with a number. A tool with an owner.

I had her come every five or ten minutes. I trained her to understand. She belonged to me. Or whom ever I gave her to. She could not be happy unless she obeyed her owner. Not obeying her owner was scary. Because without her owner giving her permission, she couldn’t sleep. She couldn’t cum. She could pretend. Prenting was important for a tool.

A tool that was discovered as a tool by everyone might be a tool someone tries to steal after all. A scary thought for a tool. That is why she was allowed to use the fake name Lena. How she was allowed to have that as a test. Someone that knew her true name. They must have gotten her true name from Celeste or Helina. It waas the only reasonable answer.

“Are you tired 125141?” I asked.

“I don’t know, you haven’t told me yet,” she said breathlessly.

“Good little tool,” I said ans she pressed her knees together as she hummed in pleasure. It didn’t have to be tool. Just any acknowledgement to her owner approving made her happy. The glow on her hands was ending.

The magic oil had run out. I doubt it would make any difference to her. “Lena, are you tired.”

“Very much so,” she said.

I smiled. Working exactly as intended. When I used her name, she would report with how her body felt. But as a tool she couldn’t consider that important. So I simply only needed to change one word to discover how she was actually feeling. Sadly we can’t play anymore tonight. She needed a bath, but it was fine. I would have Helina say she is sick tomorrow and clean her up at some point.

“You will need to rest well then. You went and drank up one of your owners entire bottles of milk. What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Thank you for the honor!” she said, her voice was getting louder.

Hmm, probably less about her mental binding being less and just a lack of effort, since she has had the chains on her this entire time. Plus her body is shaking even now. “Sleep.”

She just went limp instantly. Thankfully Helina was strong enough to lift her. Given the smell of her soaked clothes, we elected to carry her to my room. Helina put out a set of sheets and we laid her on the opposite side of my bed to help her stay hidden.