Sexbot, Fuck , and Toy

John, Karen, and Jaimie walked back to his mansion. "I wish Lady Gaga remembered her old life," John told Jordan.

"Granted."

"I wish the more Gaga acts like a sexbot, the hornier she gets."

"Granted."

Back at John's mansion, the three went into the basement. "Oh my, what's that?" Jaimie asked as she saw Lady Gaga, but did not recognize her. Gaga was wearing red leather skirt, a white silk blouse, her hair was teased up big, she had sparkly eye-shadow, dark red lipstick, and black spike-heeled boots. Apparently she had been going out when she was transported to the sex dungeon.

"This is Sexbot Gaga," said John. "Sexbot, turn and greet Jaimie."

Gaga turned and stared blankly at Jaimie. "Hello, Jaimie, I am Sexbot Gaga."

"Is that Dove Cameron?" asked Jaimie as she bent over and looked into the cage where the sweaty, red-faced Dove was huffing, and her pussy was leaking.

"Yes, she has a vibrating egg up her pussy. She is an obedient nympho....I wish Dove was a submissive nympho who gets off on being totally submissive during foreplay."

"Granted."

"I wish Jamie and Dove are very jealous of each other."

"Granted."

"Jamie, strip," said Karen.

"Yes, Mistress."

"And when you are spoken to," said John, "you will end your response with I am your worthless sex ****. Understand?"

"Yes, Master, I am your worthless sex ****," said Jaimie as she stripped.

Karen whispered in John's ear. "This is sooooo fucking hot," she said in her Scottish brogue. She then playfully took his earlobe in her teeth and gently pulled it until it came loose.

John was now very horny as well.