Kawakami

You hadn't seen her in almost 2 years. here she was, Sadayo Kawakami. The first woman to ever call you master. The woman who unlocked your desire for sexpets 3 years ago. You let her get away back then, you were only 16 and didn't have the guts to think you could swing it with an older woman. And now here she was, unknowingly standing face to face with your very first sex ****.

"It's been so long! I never thought I'd bump into you guys by a Tattoo parlor. What did you get? Wait, you two aren't shopping, _together are you?_" Kawakami asked.

"Oh no it's not like that, besides we were just browsing. We didn't buy anything. Say as long as we're all here how about we all grab lunch?" You ask.

"That sounds splendid! How about the jazz club right near here? You two are old enough now for something classy." Kawakami suggested.

"Sounds like a plan. Futaba and I have run a quick errand first, but we'll meet you there!" You say nervously

"well I hope you don't keep me waiting too long!" Kawakami says as she heads off.

After she's gone you take Futaba into a nearby alleyway to talk to her in peace.

"But Master, what about getting my collar? You said afterward you would lie me down and eat sushi off my bare-naked body for lunch." Futaba complained with a pout.

"we need to put that on hold for now, I need to deal with Kawakami as soon as possible." You insist.

"But, why Master? What's so urgent about her?" She asked.

"Futaba, without Kawakami, your enslavement wouldn't have even been possible." You tell her.

Futaba put her hands over her mouth as she gasped. "So, she' like part of your pre-game backstory! This I gotta see!" She said excitedly.

"No, I need to deal with her alone" You say.

"Why, you could probably use the backup. I'm sure we can come up with a good cover story together."

"Futaba. Cum."

"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhh"

You reach into your pocket and take out 10,000 yen. "Here, go to Akiharbara and buy yourself a new game or something, on me." You tell her.

"Mmmmmmm, Yessss Massssster" Futaba moaned as she slinked off. She was never able to resist a command during her afterglow.

You headed off to the jazz club and sat down a Kawakami's table.

"Where's Futaba-chan Wasn't she . . . with . . . you?" Kawakami tried to ask, but by then you had already stared deep into her eyes and begun the cognition change.