Setting Expectations

"Sakura, I'm home," Shirou called, stepping inside.

"Coming Senpai," Sakura called back, her bare feet slapping against the ground as she ran to the front door.

"Good, now I wanted to talk about what's going to happen now that I own...you...why did I think I owned you?" Shirou paused, looking confused. Sakura felt a moment of panic, and looked at her arm before cursing to herself. Her bath had washed away the marking.

"Ah, one moment Senpai, I'll fix this," Sakura promised, dashing away while Shirou rubbed his head. She found a marker and quickly wrote Shirou's name on her arm again before returning to the front door. "There. Everything is as it should be," she said, happily, brandishing the mark on her arm so Shirou could see it.

"Right. That was weird. Anyways where was I?" Shirou asked, still looking a little confused.

"Something about what you are going to do with me now that I belong to you," Sakura said, suggestively, licking her lips.

"Of course. I wanted to talk to you about your purpose as my possession," Shirou said, blushing. Sakura laughed and kneeled down.

"Oh Senpai, I know my purpose," she said, shedding her shirt and letting her boobs bounce free. "I'm your toy. Your concubine. Your ever-loving sex ****. I'll bear your children and keep your house. My only concern is and always will be how to please you best. Now, would you like a boob job while you give me your orders?"

"...Yes. Yes I would," Shirou said, undoing his belt and letting his pants fall to the floor. Sakura giggled and let some drool out to lubricate her boobs. She gave Shirou's dick a kiss, before enclosing it in her milky white breasts and beginning to slowly jerk him off with them. "God, Sakura, you fucking minx. What did I do to deserve someone like you?"

"You gave me hope when I had none," Sakura said, softly kissing the tip of Shirou's dick. "You, hmm, let me be human. You, slurp, gave me, mmm, something to want! I owe you my life, smack, and for that, slurp, it is only right, I devote that life to you," Sakura said, as she jerked her boobs faster and faster as she made out with Shirou's dick.

"I don't know what you mean," Shirou said, grabbing ahold of Sakura's hair as she worked. "But I'm never letting you go. I own you, you sexy thing, and I'm going to take advantage of that, ever, single, day. It's official, your days at school are done! You'll live at home from now on because the only thing you need to know is how to fuck!"

"That sounds amazing Senpai," Sakura gasped in delight, her hot mouth slurping on Shirou's dick in between words. "Or should I stop calling you Senpai now that I'm not a student? What would you prefer to be called instead?" she asked, smiling up at Shirou. Shirou just groaned from Sakura's ministrations. "How about...Master?" she suggested, squeezing her boobs and giving Shirou's dick another kiss. Shirou's dick shuddered, and began to cum, spurting sperm all over Sakura's breasts and face. "I guess you like that idea...Master," Sakura said, coyly, lapping up any errant sperm on Shirou's dick before relaxing, luxuriating in the feeling of her owner's cum on her body.

"That was amazing. But I do have some rules to go over," Shirou said.