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“Um...Em...if you k-keep doing that...” he said it with a stutter. With her hand pumping his growing cock, it felt too good to speak straight.

She stopped and took her hand back. “Oh, ah, I...I’m sorry Master.” She sat up, maneuvering to set her butt on her heels, her hands on her knees, in an inadvertently subservient position. She scrunched her face a little, “D-Master...D-u-n-Master...” she made a cute little huffing sound, “I can’t call you anything else, can I? Is that what you want me to keep calling you?” It looked like she was really trying. He tried not to focus on how cute her face looked like that.

“No, Em, please call me by whatever you want to call me. And while you are at it, get in any comfortable position you want. Just not that one for now, I don’t have a lot of self-control, it seems.” He sighed and sat up, rubbing his hand across his head.

She got up and sat down next to him. “So, asshat, like I said, it looks like there is a lot going on and it has to do with this...stuff we are wearing, right?” After a quick nod, ignoring the asshat comment, she continued. “And it made us do things...crazy things...that we wouldn’t normally do...”

Again he nodded. “I think that, now that you were...um...” Enthralled? Enslaved? What should he call it?

“Dominated...” she shivered and moaned. She shook her head and sighed. “Let’s call it what it is. I’m yours. Your ****. Your...”

He eyed her hungrily before shaking his head and putting his hand over her mouth, “if you keep going, what happened will happen again before we can figure this out.” He took a deep breath. “Ok, I’m going to tell you what I know.” And he told her everything. Even about Cring, which must have been ok because he didn’t feel an incredible pain coming from his genitals. It’s not like she could really do anything about it now, so why would Cring care?

After he finished, she sat there for a second in thought, her finger sitting cutely on her lip. “Well first of all, you idiot, maybe be careful with what you bring into your house. Second, if you thought about escaping this, there is no way out of this. We’re screwed...” A thought sprang to his mind, her spread for him again, in a position she couldn’t get out of, begging him to...

She coughed, a similar idea must have crossed her mind. “...so, the only way out is through. To adjust to our new situations, to do what they want. What Cring wants. Which is what, exactly?”

He wasn’t really sure, besides giving more ****-Makers to hosts. Was that really it? Was Cring satisfied now that one ****-Maker has a host?