Sharon felt her mind explode as the spell took effect. It struck in waves, erasing bit by bit who she was. At the end of the first phase, she was little more than a blank Palette, wanting.. no needing identity and purpose. When the second phase hit, she latched on to all it had to offer. She truly started to believe that she was weak and meant to serve men. She felt it was her obligation to look desirable to men and ultimately wanted to be chosen to bear children, even those of other slaves.
After the spell was over, Sharon slowly opened her eyes and took note where she was. She was in the presence of Masters. Dutifully she sank to a kneeling position with her legs open wide, her arms behind her head and her breasts thrust out proudly.
The teacher stepped forward. "What is this girl's name??" He asked.
Sharon sultry but humbly purred. "This girl has no name. She has not earned it."
The wizard nodded. "And what is your place here, Girl?"
She kept her eyes downcast as she answered. "All women are beneath men. This girl is a simple slave. She will do anything her master asks of her."
The wizard nodded, pleased. He detected no duplicity through his magic. He clapped his hands. "Well done, pupil. You have passed this test of skill and more importantly proven your loyalty. As reward,...
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