Personal

When Lily returns she smiles staring at your pants. You always liked Lily, and don't want to share. You use your telepathy stating,

(You desire to become my personal ****. Any whim is a command no matter how humiliating. You will gratefully beg for the privilege.)

Lily fall down at your feet kissing your shoes. "Please, allow me to be your ****. I can't be without your cock. I will do anything you ask." she pleads.

"Anything," you ask with a mischievous grin?

"Anything," she pleads kissing your feet.

"Ok, I'll let you be my ****," you respond.