The Morning After

The sight that met Avery's eyes as he slowly stirred awake was simultaneously reassuring to his overall plan and yet not a great sign for it.

Rosie, for that was her name, was sat hunched over herself, the duvet wrapped around her as she used it as a shield from the world's, and thus also his, gaze.

It was a good sign in that she could've stormed out the penthouse in anger, but her posture wasn't exactly screaming "I'm coming down from the best night of my life."

She did turn to look at him when she heard the sheets a little as he sat up, and Avery knew she had been crying. Though, at least, it didn't seem she was angry at him.

Taking responsibility like a good dom, Avery didn't try and touch her as he asked, concerned, "Are you okay? I can pay for someone to come pick you up if you want to leave."

The woman just shook her head before she asked in response, her voice croaky, "How can you even look at me like that after last night?"

Avery chuckled before answering, "First of all, I think if anyone should be asking that it is me to you as I pushed you pretty hard last night, but secondly, look at you like what?"

"Just like how you looked at me last night in the bar." The woman mumbled back after shaking her head, "Like I'm just like any other woman."

"I promise you, Rosie, I don't see you as like any other woman." Avery replied with a smile, "I see you as being far better in fact. I'd even go as far as to say you're exactly my type."

The woman stared at him, implicitly asking if he was being serious. Seeing that he was, she let out a fake laugh as she said, "So you're into other brainless cock-loving sluts? How comforting..."

"That's not what I said now is it." Avery replied with a shake of his head, "I like people, men and women, who submit and let me take control and give them everything they want and need."

Rosie stared at him blankly for a full minute before she asked, broken, "How am I supposed to go back to my life if I now know I actually enjoy doing... all that stuff we did last night?"

"Simple," Avery said as he got up on his knees and moved over to her and placed a hand on her head, "you become my sub."

"How will that help?" The woman asked with an accusatory tone as she looked up at him, guard up.

"Well," Avery replied with a grin, "you continue going about your ordinary daily life as normal, but now with the added element of me guiding you in living out your fantasies."

The woman seemed to consider his words before she responded, "I-if I become your submissive or whatever, what will that entail? As I'm telling you now I'm not becoming your live-in sex ****."

Avery chuckled at her words before shaking his head and saying, "Yeah, none of my subs live with me if you haven't noticed. I actually prefer it that way so there is no need to worry."

"W-wait, you have other subs?" The woman asked, a bit confused.

"Yep." Avery replied, "If you become a sub of mine as well, I'll likely want to involve you in sex with them so that is one of the things that is entailed by becoming my sub."

The woman didn't seem to register his words at all though as she asked, "How many?"

"2. An adorable femboy named Alex, and a devious sex pet named Leah. The latter being almost as perverted as you." Avery answered, smiling as the conversation became lightened a bit.

"So... if I become your sub, I'll be number three." Rosie murmured, and while her sarcasm may have suggested she wasn't keen on this, he knew it probably made her more likely to accept it.

"Indeed. And, as for the other aspects of being my subbed, the most public thing I'll have you do is wear a small neck collar to symbolize my ownership, but all else will be strictly private stuff."

"A collar?" Rosie asked, her eyes narrowing, "Really?"

"Yep." Avery said before he grabbed his phone and showed her a photo of Leah wearing hers which made the woman blush as Leah was also completely nude in the photo.

"H-how am I supposed to explain why I'm suddenly wearing a collar all of a sudden?" Rosie asked, her voice indicating this was a genuine question and not a rhetorical flourish.

"Most people won't even register it and and those who do will most likely think its a fashion thing. Plus, if you're really pushed, say you got a kinky partner and tell the person to fuck off."

"If most people won't even register it," The woman replied snarkily, "Why do you want me to wear it?"

Avery smiled seductively at the woman as he replied, "Because in those first few weeks, it'll make it impossible for you to forget that you belong to me now. And then, once you get used to it, it'll provide some comfort in your daily life when you're horny but I'm not there to made your every naughty fantasy a reality."

The woman blushed, especially as he finished his sentence, as silence then fell over the room as she seemed to consider the offer on the table. He could tell that she was highly conflicted and the more she thought about, the more memories of last night appeared in her mind.

Yet, her blush reached its peak as she seemed to recall something and she asked, "I-if I become your sub, will you do t-that every night?"

Avery chuckled as he replied, "I think I am creative enough to switch up the scene every session. So no."

"I don't mean t-that stuff," Rosie replied as she lowered her head, "I was asking about what you did afterward..."

"Oh you mean the bath and the massage, right?" Avery asked with a smile, "Of course. Aftercare is especially important after an intense scene, and I highly doubt we'll ever have a casual scene."

His words seemed to reassure the woman as she then nodded and, with some trepidation, said, "I... think I'd like to take you up on your offer then."

Avery grinned from ear to ear but shook his head as he moved in closer to Rosie and carefully began unwrapping her from her duvet cocoon.

"If you're going to become my sub, you've got to ask properly." He chastised in a gentle way, before he looked down into her eyes and said, "Beg to become my bimbo whore."

The woman's blush deepened as he at last revealed her naked form as he threw away the duvet.

"P-please sir," The woman eventually started to say as his hard cock began pressing up against her stomach, "May I become your bimbo whore?"

"Of course, slut." Avery replied before he smiled down at her, the woman's eyes widening in response before they lowered in submission and she took his cock into her warm mouth.

And so began a rather wonderful morning.