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“That was… pretty amazing,” I said while catching my breath. “It’s nice to fuck a girl that knows how to please a man for once.”

“I’m not usually like that!” Amy replied with her fingers gently tracing her curves. “You’re just… so unbelievably hot! And I’ve never been so horny in my life. When you told me what you wanted to do with me, it was like my only purpose was to help you fulfill that want.”

“Does that freak you out at all?”

“No… I mean, I know it should, but I really trust you, and it felt too good.”

We lay in silence for a while longer, both lost in thought. Afterward, I again asked about her arousal and submission levels like I had the last time I brainwashed her using the same 1-10 scale for arousal and the 1-10/11-20 scale for submission/dominance.

“Interesting question,” Amy mused and turned on her side to face me. “I was sooooo horny when I got off the bike. Almost a 9, maybe! After cumming multiple times and getting scared when I couldn’t breathe with your cock down my throat, I’ve dropped to a 7.5, probably. And I’d say a 4 for submission if 10 is neutral and 1 is no free will.”

Thinking over her numbers for a moment, I was a little surprised. Without having any commands to directly make her hornier or more submissive, she went up 1-1.5 levels in arousal and was 1 number more submissive. I considered that the cause was either multiple times using the bike, a higher AQ intensity (whatever that was), or maybe the trust and attractiveness commands. Regardless, from our previous conversation, I knew she was still slightly hornier than she’d ever been before today. The thought of her stuck so needy all the time really pushed all the right buttons in my slightly sadistic mind.

I eventually gained enough motivation and strength to stand up from the yoga mat. I looked down on Amy. Her slim physique was slowly growing on me. She looked sexy, lying below me with her legs parted and wavy golden hair sprawled beneath her. I brushed off the increased feeling of attraction as spoiled judgement from the endorphins, though. I could still do better than her. Even so, I had to use much self-control to not utter the phrase “you belong to me,” to the girl and make her mine for good.“Get up. Let’s go inside,” I said coarsely, “you’re spending the night here.”

“Master, I didn’t bring a change of clothes or anything,” she said wide-eyed as she quickly sat up. “Besides, I should probably be getting home. I barely know you!”

I laughed inwardly at the odd incongruity of her arguing against an order AND calling me master in the same sentence. I doubted she even realized she called me master. “You don’t need clothes or anything. I’ll show you the laundry room. And you ARE staying,” I emphasized my command and then used her programming against her. “I want to play with your naked body the rest of the night, and I’ll probably want to do a few more things to you later too!

Her concerned expression quickly shifted to happy excitement. She hopped up and embraced me so I could feel her naked body against mine. “Okay! In that case, I’ll stay,” she excitedly replied.

After getting her laundry started, we cuddled on the couch together. I absentmindedly fondled her tits and occasionally teased her still-wet pussy while we watched the 10 o clock news. I enjoyed hearing her subdued moans of pleasure as I basically groped her.

The local news was, as usual, primarily useless babble, but towards the end of the program, something caught my attention.

“A local bank owner is asking for assistance to recover several stolen pieces of exercise equipment,” the anchorman spoke. “The owner says a total of 3 bikes have been stolen from his bank locations throughout the Mid-Atlantic region.”

The anchor continued talking about the thefts as an image of one of the stolen bikes popped on the screen. It was exactly like mine. Luckily Amy wasn’t facing the television because that would have been tough to explain.

“We have some footage of what appears to be an older model pickup truck passing through a Carlisle parking lot with a similar cycle in the back. Another tip placed this truck and cycle near the Maryland border later that night. Unfortunately, we have no details on the thief at this time as he was wearing a ski jacket and face coverings.” The screen shifted back to the news anchor. “If you have a tip for this or any other crime, please call the mid-Atlantic crime stoppers. As always, your tip will be completely anonymous.”

“Looks like the bike company has some pull with the police or journalists,” I thought. “Good thing I was careful.” I was a bit shaken, but overall not too worried as long as no one sent in better photos of my truck. Still, the company was probably looking very closely in Maryland now. I didn’t know how much the bikes cost, but I highly doubted the manufacturer would ever stop searching for the bike. It would be an ethical and criminal PR disaster if the wrong person found the bike (like its previous owner).

There wasn’t much I could do right now. So I just took a deep breath and grabbed a nice handful of the naked ass in front of me. “I think it’s worth the risk.” I thought with a smile.