Hilda takes control

Hilda unties Hunk, bending over at the waist and giving him a good look up her skirt each time she reaches down to undo a knot.

The naked noble stands up on shaky legs, his cock once again rock hard as Hilda caresses his chest and kisses him.

"Thank you, Miss Huhbogbuh," Hunk says as he rubs his sore muscles and scratches his nose.

"The name's Hilda, actually. Hilda Brandt," Hilda declares, her strange jewelry briefly glowing once more. She then boldly grabs Hunk's manhood and squeezes. "But you'll be calling me 'mistress' from now on," she declares with a wicked grin.

Hunk moans in pleasure as Hilda plays with his cock and balls. His knees wobble and he's **** to grab ahold of Hilda's shoulder to keep his balance.

"I did not say you could touch me, ****!" Hilda forcefully declares as she slaps him on the ass, her other hand still stroking and playing with Hunk's exposed tool.

"F-forgive me mistress!" He half-moans, half-whimpers as he quickly takes his hand away, inadvertently pulling a few feathers off of Hilda's dress with it.

"I shall accept your apology... this time, but if it happens again... I will not be so lenient," Hilda declares. She briefly lets go of Hunk and turns around and grabs him again, as if his rod were the handle to a shopping bag. "Now then, we need to get you some attire suitable to your new station."

"Y-yes m-mistress," Hunk moaned as Hilda led him along by his dick.

"Pilla is nearby. They should have what we need..." Hilda declares as she pulls her new boy toy along.

Hunk whimpered in protest. Pilla? She was going to parade him around town like this?!