Who is she?

The sexy, muscular woman dropped to her knees in front of Mark. She stared lovingly at his still-erect member. She leaned forward and licked the remaining cum off the end of his cock. Only when she had cleaned off the last of his ejaculate did he will his penis to shrink to its tiny flaccid size.

The woman smiled at Mark’s tiny, flaccid penis.

“It’s so manly,” she whispered in an awed tone, and Mark realized that she was telling the truth.

“You like it when my dick is so tiny?” Mark asked incredulously.

The woman nodded vigorously.

“Logically, I know that the virus has changed the way that I think,” she replied, “but knowing that this cock belongs to my master makes it look perfect if it’s soft, hard, or somewhere in between.”

“Huh,” he grunted. Mark had not thought to ask Emily any questions like that. He knew that the virus basically hardwired a woman to find her master her male physical ideal and her sister slaves to be incredibly sexy even if the woman had been one hundred percent heterosexual before contracting the virus. They felt this way even knowing the virus had made them feel this way.

Mark held out his hand and said, “Please stand up.”

She took his hand and quickly stood with a smile plastered on her face.

“What is your name?” he asked. Mark found many body types beautiful, and this stunning, fit brunette with green eyes was close to one of his physical ideals.

“My name is Nicole Hanson, Master,” she replied softly. “I want to thank you for saving me. I could feel my brain melting because of the virus, but I already feel more like my old self even though…” She trailed off and motioned to the fact that they were both naked in a store’s fitting room, having just had loud sex. She bit her lip. “I know that I’m bonded to you until one of us dies regardless of what kind of person you are, but I hope that you are a kind man, Master.”

Mark said, “It’s nice to meet you, Nicole, even if it was like this.” He gave her a lopsided grin with his still newly feminine mouth. “I hope that I am a good man.” He poked his head furtively out the door. He was pleased to see a pile of clothing just inside the entrance to the fitting rooms. “We can talk while we get dressed.”

Realizing her master wanted her to get dressed, Nicole quickly left the fitting room and began to do so.