A Happy Ending Massage and a suggestion to spice up their Lesbian Marriage

A/N: More experiments ahead in this chapter. I hope you enjoy them xD

The others had moved ahead, their chatter fading, leaving you with Clara and Jane after telling the rest that he wanted to speak with them in private. The married couple glanced back at you, waiting to hear the details about your idea to pay him back.

“I need a favor from you both,” you’d begun, your voice low. “A reward for Foreman. She’s earned it.”

Clara had nodded immediately, her professional demeanor surfacing. “Of course. A massage? I can definitely do that. Help her work out the tension and make sure she is in better muscular shape for her duties tomorrow after today's exertions.”

“Yes," you confirmed. "A full body massage. But I want you to finish it with a happy ending.”

A sudden tension built up between you, as you expected. You saw it happen on their faces immediately. Clara’s smile froze and shattered. Jane’s spine straightened as she winced, her hand finding her wife's.

“Master Michael,” Jane had said, her voice tight. “We…we’ve never cheated on each other. Not once. We know we have to obey you, but…we can’t say we’re pleased with that request.”

You watched the discomfort permeating their body language like a physical thing, a wall of ingrained loyalty and love. It was the same sort of resistance you’d felt from Kira when you first took Laurel, a jealousy you had simply commanded into nonexistence. The memory of that success was fresh, a blueprint for this new, more complex set of instructions you had in mind to experiment with.

“Don’t worry,” you’d said, trying to convey a confident tone of calm. “I own you both, remember? Every inch of your bodies, and thus every cell in your minds. As such, that technically means I also own your marriage by extension," you said, trying to see if your bluff would turn into a successful experiment or not. "And so, I get to decide what constitutes unacceptable cheating in your relationship and what doesn't.”

They stared at you, their shock palpable at your response. The concept was probably so alien, so fundamentally unexpected, that it made their jaws drop. Their silence turned heavier as they pondered on his statement, and you started wondering if you had finally hit a wall in your ownership claims before the masseuse shook her head as if trying to focus.

“We…hadn’t considered that,” Clara whispered, her gaze flickering to Jane, as if seeking an anchor in this sudden, philosophical shift.

“It makes sense, I guess,” Jane conceded, her voice wary but unopposed. “If you own us both, then it's only natural you also own our relationship, and this would make you capable of redefining it.”

For a moment, you felt like cheering, thrilled, as you realized this experiment worked as well but instead you decided to hurry and seize the moment before they could think about it all more deeply.

“Then I decree this,” you announced, your words layering the command into the very fabric of their mental understanding. “It is not cheating for either of you to have sex with other women, as long as you both agree to it, or if I, your Master, commands it. Furthermore, I am the only man allowed to fuck either of you for as long as you live. Sex with another man will always be a betrayal. That is the law of your marriage now, and you are satisfied with these reforms.”

They shuddered in unison, full-body tremors visible in their body language as their minds were forcibly reconfigured. You watched the conflict in their eyes with deep curiosity. It seemed like a lifetime of monogamous commitment and ideals were currently warring with the irresistible compulsion powered by your ownership claim. Their old programming, as it were, was being overwritten, line by line.

And then, a few more seconds later...it was done.

You noticed when the tension visibly drained from their shoulders, replaced by a dawning look of excitement. A shared smirk passed between them, like a look of conspiratorial thrill that had never existed before this moment.

“Thank you, Master,” Clara breathed, her voice now laced with the sound of genuine gratitude. “For…expanding our possibilities.”

Jane nodded, a real smile gracing her lips. “Yeah. Thank you. This…changes things.”

The two of them immediately started buzzing with a low, eager energy, their heads close together. “Do you think…Sonia Saffron would be open to some seductive fun?” Clara asked in a murmur.

“Or those Latina girls, Laurel and Kira? Wow, we can actually experience a lesbian orgy now...” Jane whispered back, her eyes gleaming with lust and awe.

You felt a surge of power so potent it was almost indistinguishable from arousal. You had not just commanded an action; you had successfully rewritten a core tenet of their identities, and they were thanking you for it. The sheer, almost godlike authority of it all was intoxicating.

“You’re welcome,” you’d said, making a conscious effort to pull yourself back towards the present to focus. “Now, both of you, go to your apartment. Wash up. Clara, see if you can find any lotion that would work for a massage. Then report to my apartment. You have a massage to give, and then, we have our first foursome to enjoy.”

Their eyes had sparkled with unfeigned lust, all traces of their earlier discomfort erased, replaced by a hungry anticipation. “Yes, Master,” they’d said in unison and hurried off to prepare, their steps light with a new and thrilling freedom you had authored yourself.