It's Not For a Lack of Trying To Get Her Free...

"So you'll do anything?" Simon asked me. I had spent the day at work, serving John in whatever way I could. He had been especially demanding today, and it had left me exhausted. Now I was back home, lying in bed with Simon. Thankfully, the butterflies were back, and my feelings for him were stronger than ever. My heart was beating faster in my chest, and I was eager to please him.

"Anything reasonable..." I chuckled, trying not to think about his previous suggestions. "I mean it. Just not that," I added, to make it absolutely clear.

"Ass?"

I fought to hide my disgust. "Eww," I exclaimed. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" What was it to him with these holes? Did he not have any respect for the purpose they served?

"Alright, Jeez," he mumbled. "I'm just trying to find something I can enjoy, too."

"What? Am I not sucking it good enough for you?" I asked him. I was trying my best to please him. I really was. Why was he being so difficult? "I'll do anything else. You could... I don't know... Spank me? Tie me up?"

"Well John certainly opened your mind, didn't he?" he asked me, his voice bitter.

I playfully bit his deflating erection in retaliation. "Careful honey," I said. "Don't piss me off. I can still bite it off."

For the first time in ages he laughed. "At least you're not entirely different. That's good to know." He laid back and let out a deep breath.

"About that," I said and laid down next to him. "You know you can you can use commands on me too, right?"

That seemed to surprise him. "Wait, like him? You'll obey anything I tell you to do?"

"Yup," I snorted. "Pretty much. Except..."

"Except anything John wont allow you to do, I imagine," he said and sighed. He rubbed his face and groaned. "You have no idea how fucked up it is that I have to share you, Ashley. That I'm **** to."

I rolled my eyes at his complaining. "Not this again, I beg you," I said and shook my head. "You're ruining the mood."

"Believe you're a chicken! Act like one!"

I froze. The words were weirdly familiar, and I was struggling to make sense of them. Words? What were words? I felt confusion. Something wasn't right. I was flapping my arms, clucking. My mind felt much smaller all of a sudden, and it was hard to focus. I was a chicken? I was a chicken. I was a chicken!

I clucked and moved around the room, confused. Where was I? I felt scared. Everything seemed too big, too overwhelming. I was pecking at the floor, looking for food. I couldn't find any. I felt hungry.

"Ashley! Be yourself!"

I stopped. The sound was familiar. It reminded me of something, but I couldn't tell what. Simon was sitting naked on our bed, and I was on my hands and knees on the floor. I looked up at him. He was hard.

I burst out laughing, a wicked grin on my face. "Oh so THIS turns you on, huh?" I teased. "Well I can be any animal you want," I said and crawled into bed with him, straddling him, pressing my large breasts against his chest. I could feel his erection poking me in my ass. "You can command me to be a cow and milk me dry. You want me to be your little kitten, meowing at you, scratching you, crawling on my knees until you finally pet me and feed me your cum?" I licked his face, and he seemed to have trouble deciding whether he was turned on by the situation, or freaked out by it. His cock, though, seemed to be more decisive.

"Ashley, I..." he stammered.

I giggled and grabbed his dick, giving it a squeeze. "Command me, oh Lord! Tell me how to serve you!" I was enjoying myself immensely. I felt I was getting closer to making him happy. I couldn't wait to tell Master about this tomorrow.

"Act like your old normal self!" he said.

I frowned. Who was this man? And why was I on top of him, naked, in an unfamiliar bedroom? I had a job to do. Oh! Right! I felt so stupid for this momentary lapse of memory. Seems like I was done with this one. "Sorry, I've got to go," I said, rolling off him. I found my clothes and quickly got dressed. "I hope you enjoyed it."

"What? Where are you going?" The man seemed confused, and his face was flushed.

"Oh I'm sorry, I should have explained," I said, trying to act as polite and professional as possible. "I'm free to use but only once per user. It's to prevent people from abusing the service." I shrugged, finding my explanation obvious.

"Wait! Ashley!" The man tried to argue. Why did he call me Ashley? "What do you mean only once?"

I took a deep breath. I didn't have time for that, but I didn't want to come across as rude. "Well I obviously cannot fuck all sexually frustrated men out there if I were to do it more than once per person, right?" I rolled my eyes. He had to be either stupid or joking.

"Shit! Okay, I take it back! Forget my command! Get back to how you were before I gave you any command!" The weird dude was freaking out. I had no idea what was going on.

"Right. Of course. Whatever," I mumbled and headed for the door. I looked at the clock on the wall. Shit, it was midnight already. I probably wouldn't be able to be fucked more than another two or three times before having to go to sleep. The boss didn't like it when I came in tired. I opened the door and...

I blinked. What was I doing here? Why was I dressed up? "Sorry," I said, turning to look at Simon who was sitting naked on the bed, his cock hard. "Erm... I think I'm supposed to say something like... 'next time I wont wake up from it so easily', or something?" I shrugged, still a little confused as to where I was heading in the first place. "Does that make any sense to you?"

Simon nodded. "Yeah. Yeah it does. I'm... I'm just going to try to sleep," he said. He looked defeated. "But you know what? Love me more than you ever have and crave a hug from me." I could feel his words wash over my mind, and my heart seemed to burst with happiness at the sight of him.

"Oh my God! Honey!" I said and threw myself into his naked arms. "I love you so much," I said. He hugged me, holding me tight against him.