It was.

Naomi was lying in a shallow pool, looking up at the stars. Her pussy ached and her mind was riddled with questions. She needed to serve someone, how could she serve him, what did he want?

"Naomi?" a voice called and the pool disappeared as she drifted back to consciousness. She opened her eyes to see Dave and something clicked into place for her again. Dave. She needed to serve him.

"Yeah?" she purred. She stretched lazily, giving him what she hoped was a very good view of her body.

"What was that? Why did you have sex with me? Aren't you a lesbian? Did you say I changed you?"

She was getting really horny looking at him. It was making it hard to think. "Yeah. Um, yeah, I was a lesbian, but I... uh, I changed my mind?"

He wasn't buying it. "Changed your mind? You decided to completely change your sexuality for your best friend's brother?"

She sat up and was once again hit with the smell of his BO. She shook her head to try to clear it. "I mean, kinda. I, uh... I kinda have to do what you say."

"What?" he demanded, his face creasing with worry. Shit, this might not go well. "What do you mean you have to do what I say? Is this, like, a bet or something? Tell me the truth!"

She sighed. "Fine. You'll probably think I'm mentally ill or something, but here goes." She walked him through her new condition, his face going from concern to skepticism to alarm and back to concern.

"So Sophie got this control over you? And her first idea was to give me a pity-fuck?" he asked incredulously. "Naomi, if what you're saying is true, that's..."

He clearly didn't want to finish the thought, so she stepped in. "It's not unethical, Dave. Remember, this is irreversible. I'm gonna belong to somebody, no way around that. There's nothing wrong with me fucking whoever that is, or doing whatever I want for them. I'm not really my own person anymore."

Naomi was a little surprised at how easily that came out. It was true, and there was nothing she could do about it. Denial and panic over it wouldn't be good for Dave, so she simply accepted it. Dave didn't.

"That's crazy! There's got to be a way to reverse it, or-"

"Nope," she said softly as she rubbed his chest. "There isn't. My best option is finding a good master, someone who'll take care of me and get the most out of my service. Someone like you."

"Oh, no," Dave said immediately. Naomi sat up now, a little more alert. "I'm not getting any more involved in this bullshit than I already am. I don't know if you're high or crazy or telling the truth, but this isn't my problem. I'm sorry if I took advantage-"

"You didn't," she said with a smile.

"-but I'm out. Done. Go back to Sophie."

Naomi felt a strong urge to do what he said, but she wasn't sure it wasn't exactly what was best for him. She decided to stall for time.

"Dave, buddy, you've got a beautiful woman ready to do literally anything for you. I don't know if you remember, but you told me you wanted someone who became horny at the sight of you. It's been... distracting. If you tell me you want me to be a lesbian again, that vanishes instantly. You could tell me to be smart or stupid or a celebrity or a robot or a goddamn giraffe, and I'll do it. It won't bother me or offend me. The only thing that bothers me is not doing what you want. So, Dave, what do you want?"