She checks in regarding consent before going back to punishing him

For the first time in a while, Sarah looked down at him not with amusement or anger, but worry. "Oh...oh shit hold on," she growled, reaching a hand up to cover what had once been his mouth once more, moving her fingers to return her lips to him so he could speak again. "Tom, are you okay? I didn't...fuck. Should have realized, you can't exactly use the safe word if I take away your mouth."

He'd almost forgotten they had a safe word (it was yoyo), exhaling in relief to see that under that new attitude, that new body, she still did care for him, she still wanted his consent. "T-thanks," he breathed, "and yeah, that...is kind of an issue." He wanted to help find a solution to that issue, but his brain was too addled from all they'd done to think properly.

"Okay, here's what we'll do," Sarah jumped in with. "If you can't talk for some reason, just squeeze me here twice." She pointed to the right side of her waist. "I'll let you do that at any point if you need to, then we can pause and reset. Sound good?" He nodded, and in that moment, the beast was back. No anxiety, no care, only possessive ownership graced her features as she looked down at him now. She covered his mouth again, sealing it, before baring her own teeth at him in a smirk. "Now then...you still need a punishment."

Unsure what else could be done, now that he couldn't talk and he couldn't cum, he quivered in place, feeling excited to see what she would do to him now.

Her arms were on him suddenly, inescapably strong, pulling him up to her hairy orcish armpit. The musk there was still strong, but now without a mouth, Tom had **** but to breathe in through his nose, letting the smell immobilize him, paralyze him, with its strength.

But that wasn't the only thing it did anymore. No, it was so much more than a strong smell, it bent his brain chemistry to Sarah's will. His arousal, already building strong after his recent orgasm, started to skyrocket. Suddenly, the sharp gross smell of Sarah's body odor wasn't only something to endure, it was something to bask in, something to fantasize about it. Her musk was as sexy as anything else, as her muscles, as her breasts, as her pussy.

"Look at you," she laughed, looking at him suddenly burying his head into her armpit as hard as he could, without her having to even hold him there anymore. "How does it feel to suddenly have a musk fetish, human? Mmm...if I wanted, I could make it the only thing that turns you on anymore. No more attraction to my ass or my tits, no way in hell you'd find any cleanly woman attractive, you'd only be happy with women who stink like I do."

If he could have talked, Tom might have begged her for that. It sounded beautiful, holy, the most wonderful thing she could do to him. It was either than or beg and scream to have a cock again, or even a pussy, something he could use to cum. He'd never been this aroused in his life, but it didn't matter, it just kept rising, it just kept getting worse, and there was no way to release it.

Seeing him squirm and fidget as he indulged in his new fetish, Sarah raised one of her hands, now capable of changing anything about anyone with a touch. "Hmm...what to do to you now..."