You wake up in a bed...

Groggily waking up, you notice that you aren't in the forest anymore. Your surroundings are a luxurious bed, with the finest silk for bedsheets, you also notice that you are naked, your clothes having been ripped from you by the tentacles that had violated your virgin ass the night before.

Wearily checking your ass for damage, you are relieved to find that there is no damage to speak of, your hole seems to be as tight as before, your cock seems no worse for wear either, looking down at your chest, you can't see any scars. As you get out of the bed, you notice a full length mirror in the room and check yourself out, happily you can't see any scars on the areas you can see.

Looking around the room, you see a note on the bedside table. Picking it up, you read it aloud.

"My Master found you in the forest and chased off the vines with some weed killer he had nearby. He would like your company for dinner this evening, don't panic about your lack of clothes as there is a wardrobe in the room with clothes that my Master has picked out for you, dinner will be served at 8.

Igor."

A little nervously, you made your way over to the wardrobe and were relieved to see male clothes that had been handmade out of the finest materials, you were a little bit confused about the fact that there were no male undergarments, only a lacy pair of ladies underwear. Hesitantly you put them on before getting dressed in the rest of the clothes.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"It is me, Igor. The Master asked me to inform you that it is dinner time and your presence is required. He also asked that you wear ALL the clothes in the wardrobe."

Looking back, you see a thin cape was left behind, shrugging your shoulders you drape it over your shoulders, the garment making you feel a little bit more feminine, combined with the underwear you were wearing. Opening the door, you got your first look at Igor, he stood no more than 5 feet tall, he walked with a limp which didn't slow him down as he led the way to the dining room.

As you entered, you laid eyes on the man who Igor called Master, as he stood up, you worked him out to be at least six foot three, maybe 6 feet 4, he was tanned, strikingly handsome, with an aura of confidence but not arrogance. Still, something about him seemed off, it was almost like he had a secret and was going to drop it on you tonight.