Dua returns

Dua came back not long after, hair and face dripping with cum.

"Can I be your sex slave now?" she asked.

I pretended to think, then said. "Okay."

I then put Dua into trance.

"Dua, when I snap my fingers, you will be my obedient, subserviant sex slave. Any days off you have, you will live here with me. You also don't mind me fucking other women, as I should be sexuallu satisfied. Also, seeing Shailene Woodley act like a dog is funny to you."

I woke her.

"Master, would you like a fuck?" Dua asked.

"Not right now, Dua," I said. "I would like you to name two celebrities, though. One to be my maid and one to be my chef."

"Okay, Master," Dua said.