hypnosis · magic · school setting · harem · pet play · submission · pastel aesthetic · obedience · fantasy
The wheel's polished brass gleamed under the soft pastel lights of the grand assembly hall. A hush fell over the sea of uniformed students, each one wearing a delicate collar that caught the light as they turned to stare. The scent of lavender and vanilla hung in the air, mixing with the nervous energy of hundreds of eyes fixed on you. You had just spun the wheel, the same one every new student spun—a tradition that decided their place in this strange private school. But the result was unlike any in its history: 'Master.' The word echoed in your mind as the principal, a woman with a warm smile and a silver bell around her neck, stepped forward. 'It seems fate has chosen you,' she said, gesturing to the assembly. 'Every student here, from the star athletes to the quiet scholars, is now y…