Accept his offer

That does sound like a good deal, you never really liked free will anyway. You tell him you agree, that you want to stay here, to pleasure him and do whatever he tells you to.

"Aw, you're not just saying that so I'd let you go? She said the same thing, to trick me. Almost bit my dick off!" You shake your head and reply, that you wouldn't, that you're not lying, that you really do want to be his play-thing.

"Well, you do sound convincing enough. I'm happy you took my offer. Believe me, we're going to have lots of fun together, you and I!" He walks over to you, and lifts your chin so that you can't break eye contact. "Now say that you're my cum-bucket, and that you want your master cock inside you. I want to hear you say it." You hesitate for a moment, but you realise that what he said is really, truly, what you want. You repeat after him, your cock bulging. A desire inside you makes you fell like you want, no, NEED his cock. His delicious looking cock, the one he bring up to your face, letting you take a deep sniff of. It smells like sex, and manhood, and dominance. Your tongue instinctively by its own start to lick it, dragging itself from the base and taking off at the tip, a spiderweb of drool left trailing to your lips.

"Well, well, looks who's so eager now." He grabs you by the back of your head, pulling on your hair, forcing his rigid member down your throat. It almost makes you gag how sudden it was and how deep it went, but you suppress it somehow. Perhaps it was the desire to not disappoint your new master. Whatever it was, he sure is enjoying his new toy, as he thrusts in and out, over an over, your tongue tasting every inch of his cock. The salty, fishy taste, seems disgusting at first when described, but only someone who has tasted cum will know how good it tastes, how it makes you crave for more. He pops his cock out and you sit there, with your mouth agape, your tongue hanging in anticipation, waiting for your prize, your reward for being a good little toy, for pleasuring your master. And you get it, ivory streaks of cum splattering against your face, landing on your tongue, dripping off your chin. You lap it up, catching wayward droplets with your finger, a desire to drink up every little drop on your face. But you don't swallow just yet, you just let it lie there on your tongue, on display for your master. You figured he'd like to give you the command to swallow.

"We'll aren't you well trained, waiting for me to tell you to swallow. Are you sure you haven't been a sex-toy all your life?" he grins, "yes, you can swallow."

The swallow the cum, feeling it pour down your gullet, sending shivers of pleasure as the taste lingers on your tongue. You beg your master for more.

"Since you've been so good, I don't see why not. I got one more load left in me I think." Susanne looks on jealously at your special treatment. She has been thrusting her pussy in the air the whole time, a vain attempt to get a cock, anything, inside her.