A Series of Performances

Your hand rubs along Sephora's shoulder. "God, I don't deserve you. I don't deserve you or Rebecca." You lay a kiss on the back of her neck, before your hand rests on her side.

And then the memories wash over you of Rebecca's training. As you come to terms with it, you find two things immediately. You don't know how long you've been silent, but Sephora hasn't noticed. The second thing is that after Rebecca servicing that other you, you now have a firm, hard erection. And given your changes, that is soon the only thing you can think about.

You thrust your erection against Sephora's butt. She giggles at this. "I thought you said that you weren't interested in having sex again? Was my advice really that good or did you just need a little time to recuperate?" The advice... treating them as people who want to know him intimately vs a string of pussies to fuck... "Yeah, that." A poor performance of deception, but one she doesn't question as your strong arm lifts her leg, your other guiding your hard cock into her wet ready entrance.

"Hmm, you're lucky that I was still hot and bothered from my workout. I think you'd hurt me..." She is interrupted as she moans, as you can't help but thrust your hips. You couldn't think of such things, or how the flowers kept her always horny. You can't make any coherent thought. You had gone from a man full after a meal to one starving before a buffet in seconds. The sheer disorientation made any nuanced thought impossible.

"Fuck, you're tight. And wet. You wanted this." Sephora moans, before answering, "Well of course I did stud, I asked for it, you were the one turning me down. Though now you're a bucking stallion. You really went from 0 to 60, I might need to..." Her joke is cut off as she moans. Your strong hips are ravenous, and nothing can stop them.

Not even a series of guests. First, Erica and Olivia show up. As they turn the corner, they gasp. Performing for an audience, you don't even bat an eye. In fact, you are rather brusque. "Can't you see we're busy? What do you want?" Erica looks down, before saying something. Olivia translates. "Food is ready, and she spent a lot of time making it. So come down when you finish your disgusting business." Olivia turns on her heel, walking back up, but Erica lingers there, watching your hips piston into Sephora, before also leaving sheepishly. Her belt had pleasured her, just like before, but she knows that she doesn't want to cum again. She is worried about what will happen if that becomes a regular occurrence...

Rebecca also witnesses your **** passion on her way down from the gym. She walks into the room on her hands and knees, deciding to sit by the edge of the bed, watching. As her hand goes to her pussy, her collar speaks to her, "You haven't earned that. Sit." Rebecca climbs to her knees, spreading them, lifting her breasts with her hands as she looks at us, **** to perform as well by the dark forces that bind us all.

But there is one other element of her training that is clear, her effect on you. As Sephora gets closer, you find that you are already close to cumming. Rebecca had pleasured your cock enough in that twisted 2nd perspective, that it had made it so that now your orgasm was closer, and you wouldn't need to make her cum multiple times this time.

"I'm going to cum," Sephora cries out, only for you to say the same. She nods, and you lay a kiss on her neck. The two of you cry out your ecstasy as Rebecca watches with rapt attention, as your hard cock thrusts fully inside of her pussy, cumming deep inside of her.

Straining becomes softness, as the two of you relax into your orgasms. You lay another kiss on Sephora's neck, as she leans back into your affection. As you pull your cock from her, she moans. "God, I'm going to get addicted to that. I'm not a virgin by any means, but I've never had sex like this." You are almost shocked when Rebecca speaks up, still kneeling in the Sit position her hands lifting her breasts. "Yeah, he's a really fantastic lover. 10/10, would be bound to him again."

Sephora can't help but laugh at this. Her hand beckons Rebecca up, and the collar releases her with a good girl. The sit pose clearly designed to stop her from masturbating and now that the stimulus is gone, the collar lets her move into Sephora's arms, sandwiching her between Rebecca and you.

The three of you lay there for a bit, until you feel hungry, now that your other hunger has been satiated. "We should go, Erica cooked us food apparently. If we don't go, who knows when the collar will demand something else from the both of you..." You all stand, though Sephora noticeably takes a bit longer as her hips seem to struggle with supporting her weight after the thorough pounding you just gave her. A little bit of your cum leaks out of her, and you see the tattoo on her stomach again. You should really use check your phone again, just in case. The mark of the master change had something in it about secondary effects after all.

The three of you walk toward the dining room, only to find Olivia sitting there without Erica. "Took you long enough. We can't serve until one of us is here. The unbound, gee I wonder who that could be?" If looks could kill, Olivia would give Lizzie Borden a run for her money, but you don't mind that. Instead, you are concerned with a more mundane fact. "There are only 3 chairs? And you're in one of them. I get that Rebecca has a pad under the table, but that still leaves us one short. Is Erica going to eat in the kitchen or?"

Olivia shrugs. "I'm sure you'll figure it out." You walk to the table, only to see that the chairs each have a name on them. The table is rectangular, and you are at the end of the short side. The head of the table, great, that's not suspicious. You look toward the one across from Olivia, only to see Erica's name. There is no one across from you. So that leaves Sephora...

You decide to not press it, walking forward and sitting down. But then you see something, like a tattoo appear on your thigh. Well, I guess that answers that. "Found it." Sephora laughs as you pat your lap like you would to a dog. She comes and sits across your lap. Luckily, your cock doesn't grow too hard quite yet.

As Rebecca crawls under the table, you hear her collar. "Beg for your food. Present." The girl quickly assumes the demanded position, lifting her pussy up for your inspection, performing for her meal.

And with that, Erica emerges from the kitchen. She is in her maid outfit, the plates of food in her hands only enhancing the sense of a maid serving at some banquet. She carries plate after plate, her full heels clacking on the floor. She places both Sephora's and your plate in front of you, and places Rebecca's plate on the floor gently. You look down to see her body on lewd display, only being rewarded with a good girl after her food is in front of her, a series of utensils also provided by Erica. It is comfortable for Rebecca to sit under the table, the height just enough to allow her to sit comfortably. Finally, Erica takes her own food and places it opposite Olivia, sitting down. Her performance is over, the maid having served the meal to her roommates. Or rather her master and his slaves... Your cock starts to rise, but you try to shove that thought away quickly.

With that, all of you dig in. The food is a pasta with a thick cheesy sauce, with a variety of sides. You can't help but praise it. "This sauce is really creamy, good job guys." Olivia only looks at you with a look that seems to say, 'Are you serious?!' You look at Erica, only to see her clutch the thin poof of her skirt. "Thanks. It was made with, well, we didn't have any other milk..." Your normal eyes would've quickly disappeared down in a huff of embarrassment, but the eyes of the master allow you to see the slight blush of her cheeks, the slight dilation of her eyes. It is turning her on to have you taste her milk...

Sephora comes to your rescue, though part of you doesn't like that aspect either. "It's almost like we're on our honeymoon, sitting like this." You struggle to come to words, ultimately deciding that a simple nod is enough as you lift your fork to your mouth. She was eating herself, though part of you wondered if it would be sexy or awkward to try to feed her while she sat on your lap.

As you eat, in the silence, you can't help but feel just how stilted this all feels. Like each of you is performing a role, like you are part of some large sick twisted play. Would you come to accept your role without question in the future?