Unknown. Yet. But it seems unlikely.

Seamus decided his first questions should be something critical: "is there a way to fully reverse selecting a Custom Girl? Is what you did permanent?"

Keeping her head bowed, Vavnagal responded: "Master, generally, once a person has become a Custom Girl, that process is mostly irreversible. However, Master, they can be freed from most influence of the user by purchasing a high end option that you can elect to turn off most compulsions and mental changes."

Vavnagal breathed in deeply and then continued: "Physical changes depend on how integrated to the person the change has become, Master. Master, something small is usually easier to reverse and therefore has a possibility of being able to be turned off as the person doesn't need to overcome as much to accept the change. However, Master, certain physical changes can be sometimes managed by purchasing a physical change in the opposite direction from previous directions."

At this point, Vavnagal bowed even deeper. "However, Master, that process is entirely, completely irreversible with me and there is no toggle to purchase to mitigate mental or emotional compulsions. The difference with me, Master, is that I am old enough that most compulsions are reasonably manageable, unless you order me to not manage my compulsions. Also, Master, my current physical changes are magical in nature and can be temporarily overridden by an order from you. Master, such orders typically need to have a purpose that needs me to make use of something bound in order for the physical binding to be removed or slackened, but only for the duration of the purposeful, non-open ended order."

Seamus looked at her stunned, "you knew this going in? And you still directed me to make you one of my Custom Girls?"

"Yes, Master. I knew it was a possibility. Master, the name-use succubi Custom Girl binding happens in a few ways, and while this is one of the more **** possibilities, I knew it to be a remote possibility. I did know it would be irreversible, Master, but the fact is that due to what I know, I felt it was critical this step be taken."

Vavnagal then bowed incredibly low, her forehead touching the ground, and her wings trying to spread but the chains linking the rings on the tips of her wings to her belt were only inches long and they snapped taught swiftly, the muscles in her back and upper wings straining momentarily before her wings shifted, shuddered, then folded back along her spine. Her tail flexed, hard, pulling at her belt before also relaxing. "I gave you my true name, Master. This was a result I anticipated as possible and accepted, Master. Master, I still feel my trade will be likely worth it."

Vavnagal continued: "Master, given the severity of this binding, I must apologize deeply. You are now bound to me as well, Master, for when you die and are at Judgement Day with the Names being read, I shall be joining you in the same day. Thus, Master, the binding has likely granted to you my longevity, either in partiality or totality. This possibility, Master, while it occurred to me, was so low on the probability list that I deemed it statistically unreasonable to advise you of the chance beforehand. What shall be my punishment, my Master?"

Seamus stood there, stunned, trying to digest the news that he might stand a chance at seeing the end of the world in his possibly extended lifetime, but her last few sentences trickled through his numbed mind: "punished? Why would I punish you? I assume there are thousands of possible things that can happen in these bindings?"

"Master, yes. Because you must Master, otherwise the binding will punish me on your behalf, unless that is your will. Because when you have a moment to think, Master, you will realize that without further changes that you are loathe to make to those around you, you will experience, repeatedly, nearly unceasingly, the **** of those closest to you. Centuries will pass in the blink of an eye with naught but loss of loved one after loved one, and I am to blame, Master. Master, there were 21,002 possibile bindings that could have resulted from our particular pairing at this specific point in the timeline and only a few more bindings were more **** than this." Vavnagal said.

"What could be more **** than this?" Seamus asked.

Vavnagal responded: "Master, I could have been shrunk to the size of a fairy, and life-bound so tightly to your side that without orders you would need to carry me in a pocket, unable to move without orders, mute and blind to the world around me unless and while I was being used directly as a nude masturbatory aid, arms in a permanent armbinder."

Stunned into silence, Seamus paused and then said: "Why would that even be on the list of possibilities?!"

Vavnagal responded: "Master, to induce us to keep our true names secret and reduce our chances of sharing the most intimate parts of ourselves with others the way we used to, and lower the chances of us lending our power to other races, Lucifer put a curse on our true names. Master, most succubi that give out their full names never go the step of giving out their full, true names to avoid taking this risk." She shifted her hands out a little, splaying her fingers and pulling at the nipple rings. "Master, other than long life, the full onus of risk of the true name binding is taken solely by the succubi, never by the one she chooses to give her true name to, but I still should have told you of the risk to the changes to your lifespan."

Seamus shook his head: "you risked much to gain my trust. And even then you recognized it wouldn't fully erase my doubts." Seamus cast about for the right words to express his combination amazement/horror/feeling of being humbled/hope that this wasn't a massive cruel trick/hope for her sake it actually was a massive cruel trick and she would suddenly jump up and all her bindings would suddenly disappear in a cloud of smoke or something.

Knowing his last thought, Vavnagal responded to it: "Thank you Master. That means a great deal to me, Master." Vavnagal waited patiently for his decision on the punishment.

"I don't want to punish you, I don't feel you deserve to be punished and that it isn't fair to punish you but I want the bindings to punish you even less." Seamus had a naughty thought pop into his head.

"Yes Master, spanking me, as long as it's done hard and with full intent to leave my butt red afterwards would qualify, as my transgression, while major in potential emotional turmoil, is preferable to having spent a good percentage of your lifetime explaining the vast numbers of other possible highly unlikely outcomes." Vavnagal replied to the question in his head.

Sensing his decision to do that then, and the accompanying question, Vavnagal stood, then stepped off of his arm and grew to a height of 5'0" in front of him. Keeping her eyes downcast, she said: "2500, Master, is the minimum amount required by the bindings to be equal to the sum of the emotional trauma and the percentage of likelihood."

"2500!" Shocked, Seamus thought of how long that would take to spank her, and how much his hand, along with her butt, would be incredibly sore and possibly injured trying to meet what the bindings needed.

"Not all must be done in one session to satisfy the bindings, Master. Even 2% of the total is enough to satisfy for today, Master. However, Master, should I add additional transgressions before this debt is paid off, the remainder of the debt will be multiplied by 1+ the percent of the original total remaining." Vavnagal bent her chest over the sink and stuck her butt out.

Seamus looked at the admittedly extremely cute butt in front of him, partially covered by the chastity belt and thought that the last butt that he had touched other than his wife's was a woman at a bdsm club that he and his wife had gone to ten years past. Alice had not been interested in being the subject of a single tail whip to the butt, but he had been curious and Alice had been willing to let him try it out on someone who was willing. After multiple safety classes, and learning how to hit what he aimed at and not hit what he wasn't aiming at, he'd apparently done well enough during one of the classes a woman had actually approached him and asked to be whipped.

With Alice's nod, Seamus's first and only excursion into bdsm play outside the marriage had gone beautifully and the other woman had appreciated the scene, and he had loved the scene, but that had been their last time at the club before work and everything else had gotten so busy they couldn't take time for things like that anymore. They'd even had to cancel their membership and lost their spot to safely do suspension rope play, something that still disappointed him to no end. He still tried to find the time to build a suspension rig through their ceiling in the master bedroom using the beams in their attic, but once again, time.

Seamus pondered Alice's response to Gina and compared it to their previous club visit and realized the difference was the sheer amount of consent negotiations, the fact it had been just scene related and no kissing, along with the fact Alice hadn't had a say in any of this. Ah, he needed to resolve that ASAP.

"Master, would you like me to transport Alice here so that you can fill her in on the recent happenings before proceeding with the punishment?" Vavnagal asked.

Stunned for a moment at the idea of matter transport, then chastising himself with everything else he had experienced thus far, "Yes, unless waiting will trigger a problem?" Seamus asked.

"No, Master, as long as I stay in the punishment position until you have finished, then you may take as long as you would like, unless midnight comes and goes." Vavnagal said the last dryly.

Snickering a little, Seamus sobered and then asked Vavnagal to transport Alice, then corrected himself a little late: "but please first make certain she's not occupied with..." too late.

Shrieking in surprise, Alice tottered on her heels and put her hands behind her on the floor as she fell over backwards from a familiar squatting position. "Ow! Mhmm, oh, ow, my clit. Ow, my butt. Oh husband, what did you do now?! Don't answer that, one moment please...why is there a naked woman...with wings, and a chastity belt, never mind I've gotta gooooo!" She stood up swiftly, looked around: "Oh Thank the Lord I'm in a bathroom."

Diving into one of the stalls, and closing the door, they could hear as Alice hurriedly sat and then the sound of liquid splashing on porcelain accompanied an annoyed Alice's voice: "Seamus, darling, I'm wondering as to the answer right now, you didn't happen to give me another, unusual change, did you? I'm not going to pop into any bathroom you're in when I'm going to the bathroom at awkward moments from now on, am I?" She paused, "just asking in case I need to start carrying spare clothing in my purse and start carrying my purse with me when I go to the bathroom."

At the sudden silence, Alice spoke up again, "Seamus? I was joking, I hope. If I do something like that again I really might soak my clothing."

"Yes. I mean no, no worries, Yes you're fine, no you aren't going to pop in regularly, yet. But I needed to bring you up to speed on something ASAP and I forgot to word my request quite right." Seamus replied.

After filing her in, and giving her permission to get dressed again, something Seamus had also partially neglected to think about her needing to do, multiple times a day-thankfully, he had a smart watch that he could always respond with a yes when she needed-Alice had finished washing her hands and asking several questions of her own. Seamus got her go ahead, and then somewhat amused by Alice's request, had Vavnagal transport a chair for her to observe as he spanked her.

"Master, unless you wish to be extremely aroused for an hour, hump everything with a pulse and vagina, and have multiple mind blowing orgasms in a row that will likely inform the entire building of the fact, I would recommend avoiding catching your hand on the tip of my tail." Vavnagal warned just as Seamus was raising his hand to start her punishment.

"Ah. Is there a way for you to move your tail?" Seamus asked.

"Yes Master. Order me to, Master." Vavnagal replied.

"Oh. Sorry, you said that already. Please move your tail." Seamus ordered.

Vavnagal moved her tail away, well away, but then warned: "Master, if you wish to keep the order short term, then all you need to do is leave the order as is. If you wish, Master, to have me keep my tail out of the way during the entire punishment, you will need to change how you word your order. And Master, the order does need to be verbally or directly thought at me exactly as you intend." Vavnagal seemed incredibly patient with this entire thing, far more than Seamus would have been in her place, especially having to constantly explain everything to him.

"Master, no matter how much time this takes, this still will take less time than explaining every potential possible variable would have taken. And Master, we definitely did not have the time for me to explain everything." Vavnagal said.

"Vavnagal, please move your tail out of the way of my body during the duration of this punishment." Seamus ordered, then realized his error, "session. This punishment session." He then realized striking a belt would likely hurt and in case he missed for some reason, he didn't want her wings hurt. "And remove your chastity belt, and other spanking impediments for the duration of this punishment session."

Her tail had already out of the way, so it didn't move again but it seemed to relax in a position where the tip dipped into one of the sinks. Vavnagal reached back and touched a button on her chastity belt, which then slid a little panel in the back to the side with what looked suspiciously like a biometric scanner underneath it. At this, she paused: "Master, I apologize, but your thumbprint is required for this part."

Seamus felt silly, but he placed his right thumb at her sacrum on the scanner until he heard a click and the belt released. She drew down the belt, slowly exposing her groin as she went, and a faint buzzing grew louder and louder. Seamus was wondering what it was until the belt had come down far enough that he could see two madly buzzing probes that started to shoot little electric arcs at each other across the half inch air gap between them. His eyebrows shot up. That, was a lot of electricity to do that. In fact, that much continuous electricity should have been lethal. Seamus looked up in worried consternation.

"Succubus, Master. Master, to a succubi, that's an annoying tickle, an itch, a distraction. Master, the true distraction is the vibrations. Succubi can handle a lot of sex, but sexual arousal that builds, unceasingly, without relief, Master, that is far more taxing." Vavnagal said as she careful lifted one leg out of one hole, then the other leg out of the other hole, and used her wings to lift the belt and set it gently down in the sink on the other side of her, the arch of her wing exposing more of back.

Seamus moved back into position, shifted his hand back up again and hesitated, feeling guilty for what he was about to do.

"Master, if you desire to feel guilty, that is your choice." Vavnagal said quietly.

Recognizing her subtext, Seamus put his guilt aside, hoped and prayed that he was doing the right thing and swung hard. The slap resounded in the bathroom.

"One, Master." Vavnagal counted, nary a trace of strain in her voice. "Master, if you truly wish to see red on my cheeks, we succubi are made of very sturdy stock."

Smirking, Seamus drew back and swung again, increasing his impact.

"Two, Master. Master, thank you for treating me like fine china. Master, don't worry, my butt won't break." Vavnagol had to be teasing him now.

Giving it almost everything he had, Seamus got this in response: "Three Master. If you wish, Master, I can give you the football scores while you are punishing me to keep you and your wife entertained?"

Growling, Seamus put his hips into the next swing: "Four, Master. Maybe you'd prefer the latest NASCAR lap by lap results, Master?"

Smack!

"Five, Master. Or maybe figure skating, Master?"

Whack!

"Six, Master. Master, would competitive underwater basket weaving be more your speed?"

Drawing back his arm to the furthest back and throwing his entire body into the spanking made the bathroom echo with the sound.

"Seven, Master. Competitive erotic macramé results, Master?"

Snickering from Alice had evolved into full blown laughter. Seamus looked at his hand, which was red and throbbing with pain. Seven hits and he didn't think he could take giving out another 18. He looked at her butt which was still as unmarked and pristine and cute as it had when he'd started. Frustrated, Seamus redoubled his efforts and gave it his all for three in a row.

"Eight, Master. Nine, Master. Ten, Master. Master, if you'd like, I can transport hand cream for your hands if you need."

Glaring at his wife who had fallen on the floor, literally rolling on the floor laughing, heedless of the fact that this was a men's bathroom, Seamus suddenly realized what he was missing and smiled. "Vavnagal, feel the following spankings such that your butt will turn red from the impact." He tapped her but with the most minor of impacts, careful of his throbbing hand.

"Ahhhhh, Eleven Master. Thank you, Master." Her voice was tight now, but he could hear something in that voice.

Tap.

"Mmmmmnnooww, Twelllve, Master. Thank you, Master." She said. And he could definitely hear the pain, but through the pain he could swear he was hearing something else.

He gingerly tapped her other butt cheek.

A shiver ran through her body but she didn't move from her position. "Thirteen, Masssster. Thank you, Master." She said, breathlessly.

He used his other hand, his first too badly throbbing to take another hit, and aimed for a spot he hadn't hit yet but she had moved at just the wrong moment and so his next hit caught her between the legs as well as on the lower butt cheek.

"Ahhh, MasterFourteenMasterThankyouMasterMayICumMaster?" She said in a rush, her entire body tense and trembling.

"You may." Seamus said after pausing long enough to be able to parse what she had said.

"ThankyouMasterAwppppp!" The end scream came out in a muffled cry as she caught his mental order to keep the scream quiet and her wrist cuff chain lengthened enough to let her cover her mouth with her hand. That did nothing, however, to stop the flood from between the legs as it splashed all over the floor.

Seamus was amazed as he looked at his pants and realized they, along with the entire floor, was soaking wet. Well, she is a succubus...he thought.

"Sorry Master, I can clean it up now if you'd prefer Master." Vavnagal said breathlessly.

"No, I don't want you to move until this punishment session is over with. We're more than halfway through the first session and I don't want to waste it on just a pair of pants." Seamus said.

Freezing entirely, her small body movements completely stopped, Seamus looked at her curiously but then realized his error. "Oops. Please move as you need to but not so much to negate the punishment session."

"Yes, Master. As you wish, Master." Vavnagal responded.

"Vavnagal! What did you do?!" An angry voice from his watch cried out and Seamus watched another face appear in his watch and then hands came through the watch face to pull herself through and into the rapidly crowding bathroom. A bathroom that Seamus suddenly realized had not seen anyone try to use, nor come to investigate the emanation of weird noises thereof.

"Master, I have put up a mild disinterest illusion on this bathroom." Said Vavnagal, answering Seamus first, before turning to answer the new succubus that had just appeared. "Master, may I speak with Homila, my sister succubus, whose true..." Vavnagal's eyes widened and in terrified depression turned to look at Seamus with a look of pleading before she started speaking again: "whose true name is Hohmeel..."

Homila's eyes had widened and she started crying out in horror at the start of the second 'whose': "Vavnagal, why?! Stop! No!" None of which paused Vavnagal in her recitation.

But, Seamus recovered from the double shock of another succubus in the bathroom and Vavnagal nearly giving him a power he wanted little to do with over yet another succubus, a power he believed had very, very low chance of being a bluff now, if only because of the horror in Homila's eyes and the true terror in Vavnagal's eyes. "Vavnagal! Stop talking! Don't give me any other succubi's true name, without their permission, ever!" He paused, remembering her earlier statement regarding some of their sister succubi that had allied with Lucifer, and grudgingly added through gritted teeth: "unless said succubi have allied with Lucifer."

Homila had partially relaxed, tensed at the 'unless', but then whirled around and stared at Seamus with the mention of Lucifer. "Oh, you brilliant, mad, gorgeous human." Homila swiftly stalked the three feet he had backed away from her toward him, her tail snapping in eager anticipation and a pink mist filled the air from around her feet. Her breasts were heaving with her breathing, over her pink, sweetheart neckline corset, the colors of her areolas tantalizing peeking out over the edge of the top.

"You have no idea what you just did, do you?" Homila said as she pushed him up against the stall door and using her tail on the floor, hopped up on his hips and grabbed his face in her hands and pulled him in for a hard, unyielding kiss.

The pink mist followed Homila's legs and thighs as she jumped on him and then the mist flowed into his pants, causing him to immediately get harder than he had ever been in his life. He felt her tongue dive into his mouth and while he was distracted with that, her hips and legs shimmied on his waist, causing his pants and underwear to fall to the floor. He felt his penis, throbbing with need, spring away from where it had been trapped and bump against her lacy thong underwear which another shift caused to move aside and he felt himself brush against something hot, wet, and greedy. And not his wife.

A shift of her upper body and Homila was slipping his penis inside of her when Seamus tried to lift her away from that last crucial half inch before he was inside. Burning with need, the mist rose from his groin to his mouth and nose, and Seamus saw pink, nothing but pink. But Seamus heard his wife as she was crying out with need and heard as she was trying hard to chase a climax that would never come without his permission. And he knew in his heart that if she weren't burning with need she would be slapping this woman silly for jumping her man without her permission, unless of course some app was messing with the other person. That was finally enough to make him pull back and say: "Alice! Cum! Vavnagal, help without moving!"

Hearing his wife scream in relief and Vavnagal start talking, Seamus couldn't tell what was said because the mist had risen again in **** and he had started to thrust madly. Against the empty air. But then he felt something hot and wet envelope his so sensitive manhood and he screamed his own orgasm as he pounded away into the gorgeous feeling that didn't ebb until he had finished four more times.

Collapsing on the floor, sobbing that he had failed to stay faithful, he opened his eyes to see his wife's tear stained, perfect make-up and hair framed face smiling at him.

Sagging in relief, Seamus dove to his wife and kissed her, hard. "Ow." And kissed her again. Nose wrinkling at his own taste. "Thank God that was you."

"So, that's what it takes to get you to let go? The color pink? I'll have to wear that in the future. Barbie or bimbo?" Alice quipped, smiling.

Quirking his lips in a half smile, Seamus said: "I think Barbie more than bimbo. While I might not mind you being sexed into low IQ, I just couldn't take the fake boobs." Seamus narrowly avoided the fake punch to his shoulder. "Kidding, of course, honey. Are you okay? Your eyes are still streaming. I thought I got rid of your gag reflex?"

"You did. Doesn't help when I can't breathe except once every forty seconds or so. Not that I could entirely be sure how often I was breathing since I wasn't entirely able to concentrate." Alice said, covering her breasts with an arm. "But you destroyed another set of clothes." She pouted.

"I guess I'll need to increase your clothing allowance..." Seamus remarked dryly.

"Probably." Alice looked serious now. "But we need to deal with the reason why you went off the rails."

Sobering, Seamus nodded. "Homila, give me one good reason why I shouldn't order Vavnagal to give me your true name and make you another one of my Custom Girls."

Smiling at him, her tail swirling in lazy, unperturbed circles, Homila said: "Because I can read your mind and know you won't."

Seamus frowned, pissed off because that getting a glib response when Homila had come so close to driving him to violate one of his most deeply held principles was making him more likely to violate one of his other, less deeply held principles, not less.

Homila's tail slowed, then resumed it's lazy swishing. "Because that was meant to be a reward. I didn't realize how strongly you felt, until after, regarding vaginal penetrative relations with anyone other than your wife or wives."

Praying for patience, Seamus said: "pardon? Wives? I'm only married to Alice."

"And Vavnagal." Homila said.

"What!?" Alice cried out. "Seamus! You didn't tell me that part."

Seamus stared at Vavnagal, cluing Alice in to the fact he was just as stunned. "Vavnagal?"

"Yes, Master. Master, the succubi name claiming ceremony is a form of our marital relationships, something reserved for the most intimate and highest levels of our relationships, another reason we were so angry with Lucifer for his actions." Vavnagal stated quietly. "But Master, for us, marriage is entered into with both people having full knowledge of the fact. So, Master, I had intended on not advising you of this fact until after we had time to get past the most urgent issues. At that time, Master, it would be up to you to make the decision to accept me as a wife or keep me as a perfect servant." At this declaration, she glared at Homila. "A fact, Master, that Homila likely knew I was delaying stating for a very good reason."

"I don't accept your decision to engage in this foolhardy risk in the first place, even if this human figured out a strategic advantage within seconds of discovering an obviously unforeseen pitfall." Homila's tail whipped again, striking the counter to make her point. "You should have told me what you were going to do, great-grandmother."

Vavnagal looked at Seamus for permission to respond, which he gave with a grave nod. "It would not have changed my mind, great-granddaughter. It would not have changed what needed to happen. It would not have brought back those we have lost to have continued as we were and could very well have caused further problems. Problems I ask of you not to discuss now, before the time is right. Do you hear me great-granddaughter? Before I tell Master your true name of my own free will, now that I know it, and beg of Master to tell you to put a sock in it!"

Vavnagal looked so serious and so **** at this point that Homila stilled, and quieted. "You really would, wouldn't you? Now I see the General of armies of old. I asked you once to show me her, but you told me I would wish I'd never asked. I find myself reflecting on the fact that you have told me truth most of my life." Her tail swished again, her wings unfolding and then shaking themselves from back to tip. Then her tail curled up, the tip at the small of her back, her wings folded with her tips at the crest of her butt near the hips, and Homila knelt on one knee, and bowed her head, bringing her arms up, folded to her sides: "If it be your wish, Tbl-Nocis-Ge, my lips are sealed." She said and then stayed in that position, waiting.

Seamus looked at the position, feeling that it looked eerily familiar and then he got it, this was the same position that Vavnagal had first adopted, but without the rings, chains, and cuffs enforcing the posture. This was a position of subordinate to superior. Enforced for the rest of her life. To a human. A human who had no wings, no tail, a potentially short life, and nowhere near the top of the corporate ladder much less any real social power. To be borne by a General who had said they were a proud race. He looked up, tears in his eyes at the loss she had experienced, the risk she had taken, and frustration that he couldn't ask why. Why him? Why now? Why couldn't he ask her? He wanted to know so badly, his entire being as a scientist vibrated with the need to know the answer to the question: WHY?!

Seamus watched Vavnagal pause, struggle, pause a little longer, and then open her mouth as she started to answer his internalized questions and he railed against the fact that he had to open his own mouth swiftly to order her: "Vavnagal, don't tell me, yet. Tell me when the time is right to tell me." He needed so badly to know what had caused her to go to such inordinate lengths, but he also had to accept that she would tell him when the time was right.

"Yes, Master."

Sighing, Seamus looked down at Homila and then back up at Vavnagal and directed her to respond again. Vavnagal gratefully, gravely nodded and then said: "Noco-Tbl-Sais, it is so. Rise and enact."

Seamus could have laughed, after all, they were being so serious and Vavnagal was still naked, bent over the sink, butt cheeks a rosy red, her wings still holding the chastity belt with the buzzing, sparking plugs in one sink and her tail in the other. His wife's face was still streaked with tears, her left arm over her breasts and her right hand holding her dress together as she was sitting in the chair, her dress mostly torn and her black lace panties peeking out from amid the tears. And Homila, rising from her position, wings snapping out and folded back in, pink high heels clicking together as she snapped to attention, her tail in a martial-esque s-curve behind her back, looking for all the world like a snake ready to strike, the heart curved forward over her head between the wings, a small pink drop of liquid dangling from the tip. She looked so cute, sexy, and deadly, all at the same time.

Homila's eyes sparked, "Seamus, you're giving her a punishment, yes?"

"How did you?" Seamus wondered, but then shrugged it off. "Yes, I am."

"What, may I ask, is the punishment? And how much is left to give?" Homila looked oddly anticipatory.

"Spankings, 11 more for this session." Seamus replied.

Homila looked positively delighted. "Oh, goody. May I beg a favor of you? I would like to finish those spankings for you."

At this, "Favors from my people, Master, are precious. They are not offered regularly, Master." Vavnagal offered freely, but her normally unperturbed manner when it came to her punishment seemed a trifle shaken now.

It seemed like a suggestion to take it, though, so Seamus did: "I accept your favor to finish the last eleven spankings during this punishment session in the next five minutes." He trusted Vavnagal fairly well now, but wasn't quite as trusting of Homila.

"Five minutes is more than enough time. I accept." Homila immediately turned and used both hands and her tail to give both butt cheeks, and straight between Vavnagal's legs, a hearty smack!

A howl flew through the bathroom as Vavnagal screamed out her begging for permission to orgasm whilst counting the spanking as one.

Granting the permission, Seamus thought that was a dirty trick, since that was three spankings in one, but Homila immediately laid into her target before the moans from the prior orgasm had even finished. This second strike sparked another count and cry for permission. To which, Seamus said no.

A flash of brief respect from Homila crossed her face and she laid into Vavnagal's butt and labia once again. The shrieks nearly masked the cry: "Seventeen, Master! Please allow your lowly servant to cuuuuummmmm, Mmmmasterr!"

"No." Seamus replied again.

Homila hit even harder this time and Seamus saw not just a blush of red, but a dusky red cross Vavnagal's butt-cheeks, and her labia started to turn the color of a brilliant red rose.

"Eighteen Master! Please, Master, please may I cum?" The cry was now ****.

"You may." Seamus said, just before Homila swung again.

The cry of passion was loud enough this time he actually had to plug his ears, but he still caught the count and another request! How many times could she do that in a row? It was inhuman...oh, duh. "You may." Cover the ears. Swing, count, beg, deny, swing, count, beg, deny, swing, count, beg, "Yes, you may." Cover the ears, swing, "Twenty-three Master!" Her voice was getting ragged, but Vavnagal continued to keep counting and asking each time. Seamus denied her for twenty three and twenty-four, but approved her for twenty-five. And promptly had to cover his ears again.

"Thank you Seamus." Homila looked pleased for some reason that Seamus wasn't going to ask about. "Call my name when you know what favor you want me to repay for you.' Homila looked at Vavnagal, smiled sadly and asked Seamus: "Please take care of her for us? I'll give you all the favors you want if you'll just watch over her please.*

Seamus nodded, "I will." He looked at Alice. "I'll have to talk to Alice about the whole multiple wives thing but I'll take care of her."

Nodding once, sharply, Homila jumped into the air, shrinking as she went and she dove into his watch.

Shaking his head at the weirdness of what his life had become, Seamus looked back up to see the chastity belt finish sliding back up Vavnagal's legs and he heard the quiet hiss from her mouth as she readjusted to the buzzing, zapping pulse getting locked in place.

Seamus asked: "If you were my wife, would any of the physical bindings decrease?"

Vavnagal looked up: "Yes, Master. The belt would go away, Master. Other bindings would ensure my wings, tail, wrists and legs stay somewhat bound but I would also be able to wear sheer tops and skirts, and veils, Master. Master, I could also sometimes refer to you as husband." She paused very briefly and continued: "but Master, may I make a suggestion?"

"You may." Seamus nodded.

"Master, unless you choose to make a swift decision, may I recommend delaying making this decision until at least the day after tomorrow?" Vavnagal requested.

Seamus looked at Alice who looked back at him. Alice shrugged and mimed talking quietly by the stall. He got up and crossed over to the indicated stall. "Well, Alice, you heard what I heard. What are your thoughts?"