Charles screwed up.

Charles smiled as he pictured his fantasy. Jasmine looked dreamily back at him, eye twitching. She pressed herself tight against him and shivered, moaning softly.

"I'm here for you, baby baby. I'll be here for you..." she muttered as she stroked his thigh. "I'm here for you, baby."

Charles pulled back from their embrace. Jasmine looked alarmed now, but continued to speak with the same soft, reassuring tone. "I'm here for you baby. I'm herrrre for."

She suddenly thrust herself onto him aggressively. She worked his zipper with trembling hands, slow in her uncoordinated haste.

Before he knew it, his dick had sprung free. Jasmine was suddenly bottomless and she shoved herself crudely onto him and began gracelessly pumping. Before he knew it he was building to a climax.

"I want... you- want, uh. Um-you," she sputtered incoherently. Just as he was about to express concern, he found himself nutting into her. She followed moments later, crying out his name.

"Charles! You- urrrgh..." Her moment passed and she coughed twice and fell over. The moment she did, several armed women rushed into the room. They were equipped with collars and glasses, of course.

"What the fuck is wrong with this guy?" The one in front, obviously the leader, groaned and looked at her tablet. "He literally wants a woman who is what he wants. His fantasy woman is a woman who can fulfill his fantasies."

Charles' face felt hot. "What does that mean?"

"It means," the leader said with a grimace, "you shorted this poor thing out. You don't have any sexual proclivities at all and her body couldn't handle that. Jesus, what a m-"

She was interrupted as Janine sprung up and tore off her collar.

"What the FUCK?" she screamed. "How the fuck did you do that?"

Jasmine smiled and pointed to the burned out collar around her neck. "I think this vanilla motherfucker cooked it."

The leader, meanwhile, was backing away with her hand to her neck, as though trying to stem a flow of blood. She screamed and clutched her head, shouting for him to stop.

The other two guards turned to Charles and Jasmine seized her opportunity, snatching the collar off of one. The third backed up as her former colleague approached her. She turned to run and the former leader stepped into her path and disabled her necklace with a vicious jab to the the throat.

The last guard fell to her knees, coughing and tearing off the remains of the shattered collar. She stared back at them in alarm for a fraction of a second, then relaxed with an irritated sigh.

"Fuck! I guess I'm on your side now." She scowled at Charles. "At least enough not try to stop you."

"What do you m-"

"It feels sort of... rawer than usual, right?" the leader asked. "I already find him likeable. To tell the truth, the only way I can stay mad at him is by remembering what he's doing to me. And even that anger is fading."

The most recently uncollared guard, already filling out a noticeably tighter uniform, rolled her eyes. "So what now, oh Master?"