Stall.

“Um...” you respond. You feel uncertain. But still aroused. It’s hard to think. You struggle on. Significantly you realise that his question is not masterly. A real master claims a **** and does not seek her permission or view on important matters like ownership. You sense this instinctively and this failure of Steve’s part lets you have some control. Whilst such control is normal to your past self it is somewhat bewildering to you now. As a **** you need a master. You sense he was not lying before about this. Somehow they’ve bred this instinct for slavery into the women of the other dimension. Somehow you now possess it. But having not been born with it you don’t accept it. Yet.

Do you want a master? You do. But the urge to be mastered is not consuming. Yet. Eventually you will need to submit to your instinctive **** urges but for now... you have time. You can try and undo this. Get your old body and life back.

“I think we should maybe wait for Jon to return. He did buy me. If you are to be my master there are certain contracts that must be signed. Payments to be made,” you stalled, making things up. These contracts would have no relevance here.

Steve accepted your words and let go reluctantly. You find his withdrawal disappointing. Clearly you are attracted to him now and your sexual needs are strong. “Alright. I’d still like to review those videos though.” He said. Your eyes widen with concern.

How could you distract him to prevent him from discovering your error?. Only one way comes to mind. You could seduce him. That could be fun - if perhaps a bit bold for a ****. Again you feel uncertain, as though independent decision making and subverting the will of a man is wrong. He moves towards the machinery.

You have to act... don’t you. Would it be that bad if he knew? You can’t decide.