Hiding Sins

You are about to close your phone, when you realize you zoomed past one of the traits. You forgot to look at which of the master traits the app had decided for you. Looking at it, you see that it chose Mark of the Master.

Mark of the Master- This will be applied once you have sex with a girl for the first time, ever or since gaining this trait. A magic crest will form on her body, marking her as yours. Location determines any secondary effects.

Between that and Voice of the Master and the Conqueror traits, somehow you had been changed so much last night. Though none of them were immediately obvious, none could be spun as some punishment.

Oh god, how would you even explain this? You'd been banished, and now everybody wakes up naked next to you? You need to start thinking of excuses. A thing which needs to be fast, as you see two things happen. First, suddenly, you see Erica's midsection grow darker, as though shrouded in shadows. The shadow extends upward, latching onto her breasts, and moving down to cover her thighs. It squeezes her midsection, before materializing completely as her maid outfit. Looking down, you can see the glint of metal of her chastity belt.

The other is the sound of the dolorous bell. As it rings, the others begin to stir. You lay down, hoping to blend in, but your mind still can't find a way to explain everything. Hopefully you can think of good lies on the spot.

The first sound of the girls comes from Olivia. A scream, as she sees that she's not in her bed. You open your eyes to see her hand rush to her ass to the plug. Then she notices the bracelets on her wrists and ankles and finally, her gaze falls on you. A look of absolute hatred. "WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

Her body tenses. Her plug just turned on, and now it is vibrating as she looks at your naked cock, hard and ready to take her. You think that, but it feels alien, like it is your own voice broadcast in your own ear. The mind of the conqueror trait in action. And it is only beginning. As her nipples pebble with the new sensation, you can't help but wonder just how it would feel to lick them...

"How do you know it was him, maybe it's the app again? I mean, could he carry all of you downstairs with the door locked? He can barely carry a couple of 2 liter soda bottles upstairs." You are broken from your reverie by Rebecca coming into your view, putting her between you and Olivia. Her tail is firm, with the slightest bit of poof. Can it sense her thoughts and act like a real cat's tail?

"Tha... That's right, how did he... he get through the door?" Sephora speaks up. You turn to see her body is even more flushed than Olivia's, **** to find some form of satisfaction, her own plug working inside of her as she openly stares at your cock, her mouth watering. As you watch, you see her hand begin to move toward her breast unconsciously.

"Well because he doesn't have any punishments! I see Rebecca got a tail, so why is his butt still empty?" She has turned away, though that only serves to allow you to see the word SLUT across her ass in red. Which only serves to tease her body in a different way as it pulses with an erotic warmth.

You finally speak up, hoping that talking will take your mind off of the various fantasies that bubble just beneath the surface. "Uh, well didn't you get the collar when you went to the wrong room? So wouldn't that fit with Sephora, Erica, and you getting those collars and stuff?" You know this is the case, but you feel like your logic is solid, that all of it is publicly available.

Your hand points to Erica, who has mostly remained silent. Your finger points at her collar, at the heart that glows grey, showing her submission. Actually, all of the hearts are on right now, showing Sephora's humiliation, Olivia's arousal, and Rebecca's love. Why is Rebecca shining? Why is she defending you?

You continue. "And if you think I busted down the door last night, we can go up and see. You can also check me, I don't have my keys on me, I'm not in the habit of carrying useless things." Olivia seems to visibly shrink at this, unable to make a comeback, her body reflecting how weak and **** she feels beneath her veneer of strength. Though you also see all of the girls grow a bit more horny. Right, your voice sounds good to them now. Fuck, even explaining yourself, trying to deflect suspicion only serves to play into the app's hands.

You stand up, meaning to show them rather than continue talking, only for another sound to pierce the silence. A voice like Olivia's but with a husky tone and a sultry drawl sounds. "All subjects must move to the Ritual Room in order to have the accounting session. Get moving sluts!" I look, only to realize it came from the collar. And then, I see each of the girls cry out, as they react as though they have had a crop strike their thigh.