give in. ask Queenie to make it longer term this time

You hold her and calm Queenie down a bit, the spindly but curvy woman easily wrapped up in your arms. You hate to see her upset like that, and her calming down does your heart good. She didn't mean any harm by it, and damn it all, you were happy like that, one way or another. And she certainly seemed like she was.

"Can you control that?" you ask her.

She thought for a moment, and you can faintly smell a sweet chemical smell come and go briefly. "Yes," she confirms softly. "I just need to focus if I'm keeping it turned off. It's my nature, after all. A queen bee never has to leave her hive with so many men to service her, so we have it on instinctively. But it's ok, master. I can hold it in."

"What if I didn't want you to?" She looks up in puzzled confusion, or maybe that's just her holding in her scent. "You've never had to keep your pheromones inside around the other girls. Who knows if that can make you sick, or even just uncomfortable. And we had fun, didn't we back there?"

She giggles as you run a thumb over her narrow chin, snuggling into you and shivering. "Fun' doesn't begin to describe it," she purred, the confidence returning to her voice a bit. "Having someone worship me like that after being alone so long, surrounded by nothing but other girls... it felt so natural!"

You stroke her antennae gently like they were hair, and caress over her wings. "Then do it again. And don't turn it off this time. Let it all out on me."

She looks at you wide-eyed, seeming overjoyed a moment but then pausing. "You... you're so generous, master! But what if-?"

"I trust you," you insist, taking her hand and kneeling down. "You can turn it off when you want. We know that now. So go ahead." You hold open your arms invitingly. "Do whatever you have to do to keep me under your spell, because I'm already under it anyway."