He deserves to be #2

Laying on his back trying to recover, Calebs temporary strength had faded, but the euphoria remained. Mixed with his humiliation and vulnerability, that meant the warrior wearing only girly underwear new anything could push him over again.

“Catch your breath? Hurry up, unless you need more strength to stand!” The cleric threatens her brother. He knows she isn’t kidding, and despite his mental exhaustion hurries to his feet. “Now, since you came in such a pathetic way, I’ll be the boss until we are out of here. Agreed?”

He nods, blushing but knowing she isn’t wrong. How did he deserve to say anything after that?

“Now, I need to hear it. Actually, with a support weapon like this, you should call me Mistress. So, Mistress Jessica will lead the duo, agreed?”

He blushes more, visibly still hard in his tight panties. This was ridiculous… but what did a title matter? “Yes Mistress, I’ll follow your lead.”

She has him take point, whip ready to support her slowly feminized brother at her whim. They go down the hallway, this time not coming across the chest she has opened but a side hallway.

-

Naamah was impressed with the cleric, just a little magic tweak, and the shy little cleric was a natural humiliatrix. The dungeon lord new the next items to reward the duo, the main question for her was what monster to put up against them? Something that she new a weapon less warrior had a chance against to cement her as the leader, or something he would be hopeless and humiliated when defeated by?