Gemma orders you to untie her.

"Stop that damned snivelling and untie me at once!" Gemma orders, returning to her usual ossy tone despite the fact that she's still tied down on her bed.

"Surely you didn't imagine that lifting your curse would be that simple?" She snaps. "Didn't it even occur to you that I'd be taking contraceptives if I'm sexually active?"

You sniff miserably and stare at Gemma for several long seconds in silence as her words sink in.

"You're what?" You ask in surprise. "But earlier you said you didn't want to become pregnant and sucked my cock."

"Sure, sure." Gemma snaps. "I said that and it was perfectly correct. I don't want to get pregnant, I just didn't explain that I couldn't even if I wanted as I had a contraceptive ejection only a couple of months ago. It wasn't a lie, just not exactly the whole truth."

You continue to stare at her as you replay what was said and done between the two of you in your head.

"But that means you could have told me that when I was about to fuck you." You say as the realisation comes to you. "You must have known that I would have let you go if I'd known that."

Gemma opens her mouth to reply, but says nothing. She blushes right red and seems at a loss for words before regaining her composure and speaking again.

"Well you know it now. There's no chance of you lifting the curse by trying to knock me up." Gemma admits. "Now untie me."

"You sneaky little bitch." You blurt out. "You were playing me, admit it. You never said anything because you actually wanted me to try and **** you to remove the curse. Leaving the cords handy, prattling on about leading me around in a collar, all of it. You knew that I'd rebel and take you by ****."

"OK, maybe I did anticipate how you might react, but that was still the choice you made." Gemma confesses. "I like to switch alright and I like being made to submit by guys sometimes. Now you've had your fun and games untie me."