“No master...”

“No master.” You shake your head, mouth suddenly dry at the thought. Your mouth may be dry but your sex is getting wet and warm at the idea of your slim girlish belly and small breasts swelling as a baby grew in your womb. Making babies. That was one of your roles now you realised. Your girlish frame seemed ill suited for it but the tingling between your legs told you otherwise. Had Master just changed you to want this or had you subconsciously given yourself the stereotype? Either way a part of you wanted it and that was terrifyingly arousing. Your sense of being stuck intensifies. You could become pregnant. In fact you sensed that if you had sex you probably would. The tingling from your hairless lips told you that you should. What was happening too you.

“A pity. I think I’d like to see you become more than just my maid... in fact I’d like to see you strip. I recall seeing you naked before but I want to see it for real. Mark. Mariko.”

You blush as you start to remove the skimpy outfit, sensing where this was leading. You wonder if you should explain how you are feeling... how the idea of baring masters children appeals to you on retrospect. But you are still uncertain.