Hernandus stood at the edge of the pool.

I blushed as I looked up at my former employee and servant. He was an attractive Hispanic man, young, tall, muscular and possessed of a sense of confidence I’d not noticed before. I felt self conscious of my nudity, my small but ultra feminine body and my newfound submissive arousal. It had been confusing when Valerie asserted her dominance over me. I’d not known how exciting it could be to feel so powerless and ****.

“But I think Señorita is a better title now,” he grinned cockily as he offered me his hand.

I placed my small hand in his and he effortlessly lifted me out of the pool. I felt the water running down my curves as I came to my feet beside him. God he was so much taller than me. The z-chamber had done more than just take my masculinity. It had emasculated me completely. I was tiny. Ultra feminine. Hormonal. Uncertain. Subject to submissive urges and thoughts. I felt the impulse to drop to my knees and suck his cock acutely. Not just suck it. Worship it with my tiny hands and full lipped mouth. I paled at the unbidden thought. “Hernandus... I...”

“My cousin. He was a bad guy. He pimped out girls, he’d beat them and shit. Always angry. Always king shit. But he went to far and he killed a man and they did the same thing to him as they did to you. Karma, she is a bitch,” he lifted my chin and looked down into my eyes. “She... well she is now a prostitute. A puta. She got what she deserved I thought. But I saw her one time. She seemed happy. She had a boyfriend and she wasn’t angry all the time. It made her a better person. And she was smoking hot.” He nodded. “You were a King shit. You got what you deserved. But you’re smoking hot... come. I have a towel in my room.” Hernandus said as his hand moved from my chin down to my full rounded breasts and he fondled them. He turned and went to his rooms.

I shivered and followed him uncertainly.