Carl arrives

"I understand." You respond obediently to Ms. K's instructions, unable to refuse for more reasons than just the markings around your neck.

Knowing Carl is coming over to fuck you is, humiliatingly enough, enough to keep you obedient all on its own; your pussy is soaking wet and you don't want to do anything that might make Ms. K change her mind.

Aside from giving you the occasional amused glance, Ms. K ignores you until Carl arrives. The feeling of having a thick foot of cock deep inside of you is indelibly etched into your mind, and you can't stop reliving it as you anticipate Carl doing the same to you soon.

When the doorbell rings, Ms. K smirks at the clearly eager expression on your face. "I'll let you handle this yourself, slut. Bring Carl to the basement and show him a good time. If he complains about your performance..."

Ms. K leaves the consequences of failure unspoken...you know all too well how easy it'd be for Ms. K to make you suffer.

"Oh, by the way, I don't want you to let Carl know of your former masculinity." A slight sneer in her voice lets you know what she thought of your 'masculinity'. "Until further notice, your name is...Chastity."

Ms. K smirks. "I'm sure your clients will get a kick out of the biggest slut in the country going by such a misleading name. Now go, take care of Carl."

With a wave, Ms. K dismisses you, and you run to the door as fast as your slutty heels will let you. You pull open the door, your arousal far outstripping your nervousness, and find yourself facing Carl.

You recall a time when you were jealous of Carl and his large cock; especially when he used it to seduce Heather away from you. That's all gone now; you don't want to be hung like Carl right now, you want to be fucked by him.

"Hi. I'm Carl. You are...?" Carl's eyes are all over you as he speaks, and you feel your body heating up with an unbearable arousal as you realize he's probably fucking you in his head right this second.