You Can Call Me Master

Given my lack of attachment to Nita, it dawns on me that I only need exactly 50 gems and some effective lying to add her children to my achievement tally. It kind of irks me to even think about impregnating her--I don't know that I've ever really talked to her before today!--but Ms. Fondle took that choice away from me when she went and recruited poor Nita into my Custom Girl list. Alright then… it’s awkward, but it's an obvious choice in terms of what to pick for her compliance.

NITA PEREZ
Loyal Pet (She can only address User as "Master" and agrees to any binding or grabbing he proposes.)
TOTAL COST: 50 gems. OK? Purchased!

But of course, next comes temptation unfolding down from the new customization. Advanced options right off the rip, at least one of them of great use.

LOYAL PET ADVANCED OPTIONS:
She becomes wet on User’s command: 5 gems.
She masturbates on User’s command: 8 gems.
She always consents to sex User orders: 35 gems.

The last one is oddly affordable for what it accomplishes… and given I'm a complete stranger to this girl and her newly fertile womb, I'm going to need it. While I'm at it, I may as well put her over the 100-gem line now... and though I'm not even remotely into feet, the perk sounds silly and effective enough that I can’t resist adding it to the cart.

NITA PEREZ
Loyal Pet, Advanced: Roll Over (She always consents to sex User orders.)
Don't Tickle Me, I'll Cum (Her feet become extremely sensitive erogenous zones whenever User touches them.)
Ask Me Anything (She answers any question about her sexuality honestly.)
Quiz Buzzer (Answering questions will heavily sexually stimulate her.)
TOTAL COST: 54 gems. OK? Purchased!

Okay, let’s try this. “It’s alright,” I say with a smile, “but you should call them and let them know you're going to be late. You're going to have sex with Patty and me in your room, after all.”

Patty doesn't correct me, but she does lean over to see what I picked for Nita.

“You're... having...?” Nita grows still as she takes in my words, her eyes widening in horror. Just as I’m afraid her mind rejected the absurd premise of having a three-way on a whimsical, matter-of-fact suggestion by a near-stranger, our school's greatest overachiever quietly asks, “But I’m tutoring a… I-I guess... I'll let him know to wait, I'm... huh, I guess we should head... upstairs soon, Master?” Watching her face twist in confusion until she slowly accepts my premise is worrying at first, but finally she firmly asks, “Can we make it a quick... thing? I never wanted to lose my virginity like this, but um... well I have responsibilities...”

Another virgin, but I could’ve guessed. “Don't worry, we won't take too long... I mean, is anyone here? At your house?”

“Ah... well, no? My parents are at work- hah!” A squeak comes out of Nita as her tiny body shudders, and only then do I realize I accidentally already asked a question.

Well, this just gets better and better. “Alright then, won't you invite us in? The faster we finish today's session, the faster you can go tutor that freshman!”

“I-I'm... I'm so sorry, Master, I... yes, of co-ohooo-urse! Right this way...”

Five minutes later...

Nita Perez' home is a luxurious, beautiful interior with some bizarre modern-art touches here and there: square furniture, esoteric art pieces, and polished marble wherever the architect could manage to squeeze another cubic inch of the stuff without upsetting the buyers. This design from the ground floor flowed up the floating marble stairs, down the polished wood hall, and into Nita's bedroom where all manner of violent, oppressive pink awaits us.

The brief tour ends here, with her awkwardly standing in her room as she eyes me and Patricia with some kind of expectation. She also shows obvious discomfort at the gathering moisture between her legs, but she doesn’t ask us to leave so she can change. “Alright then... um, is this OK?”

I remind myself that she's a stranger, and not even a particular hot one... but with this kind of absolute power over her, she could be useful in the future. All the same, Nita’s question rings in my ears: is this OK? I look to Patty, but she just nods in quiet support of my decision. I feel like I could say anything and she'd calmly approve it, even as conflicted as Nita clearly is about the whole thing.

Well… I should get her wet first, at least. “Here’s fine… but I have some questions for you while you get naked.” Nita flinches at the idea, but on seeing me unbuckle my own pants she quietly complies, first slipping down her jeans as I continue. “First, how many guys have you slept with?”

“None… hah… oh God…” Her pants stop sliding briefly as her knees bend inward, and the growing spot of wet on her basic, white panties is visible from the front.

That perk seems a bit too strong, but I don't light up-

“How many people total?” I blink at Patty as she asks the follow-up.

“I… had an experience with a girlfriend in… middle school, oh God, I never told anyone-hnng h!” Recalling her prior escapade aloud seems to distress Nita almost as much as it makes her come, her body quaking as she falls to sit on the bed with her hands at her crotch. Her face glows beneath glasses that I swear are fogging as she sweats.

“Do you want to have sex with men?” I ask again, a bit too amused to stop.

“I-I don’t really mind… sex with anyone, I just don’t know— don’t…!”

So she’s pan or bi… and a virgin, except for some earlier experimentation. I glance at Patty, who I expect will give this three-way her all if I order her to.

Struggling, Nita gets up again to step out of her jeans and quickly peels her shirt, revealing the ace sports bra hiding her nothing chest. “I’m sorry, questions just really… get me…”

Watching the effect on her has me hard as well as my boxers drop and reveal my threatening erection. Her eyes widen as they fall on it; thanks to my perk, it must look menacing to a star-student virgin. “Do you want to have sex with me?”

“I’m… I’m really scared and excited and… sort of? Right now-!” She shuts her mouth in anticipation now as the answer makes her hands dive back to her crotch, each hand pulling up on panties to stimulate her clit with the cloth. Her panties are so thoroughly soaked that I can see her bush and cleft through their transparent fabric.

Questions do this… so what will asking questions while messing with her feet do? She’s at least hesitantly consenting, but maybe I want to savor this, keep pushing her with questions and teasing to see how far we can go. Alternatively, I’m in sort of a hurry to move on and get my Girls pregnant, but watching this tiny academic tremble by my words has me aching to keep pushing it.