Yes; he terrifies you

"Yes, Khal." you say meekly, and he relaxes slightly.

"I had them install a control chip that lets me control you. It guarantees my... safety. That I can choose how far we go when we play—ah!" The knife presses suddenly harder against your throat and you clamp your mouth shut, feeling a tiny trickle of warm blood run down your skin. He definitely knew already. You don't know how, but his intensity proves it.

"You call this play. You are twisted, woman. You did this to me. You can remove it, yes?"

Your mind races. Theoretically it would be possible, you suppose. But it's probably dangerous. And how would you explain the request?

He raises his voice, wrapping the fingers of his free hand tightly around your delicate throat. "CAN YOU REMOVE IT?"

You stammer a reply. "Y-yes! It can be done." He releases you again. There's no way he would be so tense if he weren't a moment away from being mind-wiped in your presence. He was never meant to know about any of this. How did this happen?

"Make it happen, ****. Release me from your power. Free me, and I will reward you with the slavery you so rightly crave. If we must submit to the greater powers of this world then so be it. We will deal with that as we can. But make no mistake: you belong to me. Not the other way around."

Your heart is pounding so wildly in your chest that you fear it might explode. This is too much. This is much much more than you bargained for. Your sex toy is taking you hostage! Worse, you're desperately aroused by it. You want to give in, to let him have his way with you. But how would that work? If anyone learned that your Character had slipped free of his controls and was doing something like this, it could be disastrous. RealDreams PR would take a huge hit. You wouldn't put it past an evil company like RealDreams to send in a team to quietly solve the problem...

...if they ever found out, that is. If you cooperate with Drogo, you could make this work. You want to belong to him. You crave it. You would be a good whore for him. His ambassador to Earth Prime, his secret puppet.

"Yes, Khal. Please don't hurt me. I'll do whatever you want. I'll... have to make a few phone calls to have your mod removed but I swear I'm not trying to trick you."

Your aching pussy throbs with intense arousal. Are you just going to roll over and let your Character take over your life like this?

Yes, probably. You were never meant to be a strong, independent woman anyway. You did your best, but even with all the luxury and power of the modern age, the best you could come up with was to summon a warlord from another dimension just to dominate you in your basement. Why bother lying to yourself about this any more?

Khal regards you suspiciously and then lowers his knife. "Clean me. Convince me to let you keep your tongue when this is over."

You don't need to be told twice. You flip over onto your belly and crawl into an upright kneeling position and wrap your lips around his still-glistening dick. The smell and taste of your own pussy mingled with his musky manhood is deeply arousing and you just let go of everything, existing purely in the moment to lick and nibble him clean. Nothing but a mouth and a cock. A **** and her master.

It feels nice and simple—almost comforting—to know that Khal and you are both on the same page about this. You feel his hand rest approvingly on your head as you work and you know you made the right choice.