“Lie down,” John told his newest love interest, gesturing at the massage table he had placed in the living room. It was a simple, white, leather-clad thing with three segments and a specific place for the head. Two of those were always stored in one of the closets around since Aclysia and Beatrice offered massages as part of the daily routine.

“…I was actually just asking for some shoulder rubs,” Lee said, looking at both the table and the bottle of oil John placed in arm’s reach. Of course, she wasn’t entirely truthful there, she was definitely asking for more than shoulder rubs, but John believed her that she hadn’t expected a real oil massage.

“If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right,” the Gamer told her. “Now – Lie down,” this time, he made it a command. “Face down.”

Lee was compelled to obey and did so without further hesitation. A moan echoed in the room the moment she placed her head in the hole. “Fucking... I heard about that, but…”

“What you hear about me, when it comes to sex, never measures up to the real thing,” John told her, squirting oil generously over her back. Her only recently dried skin quickly glistened again when he spread the oil with his palms.

Lee shifted under his caress in minor ways. His Sexual Mastery Passive was increasing the effectiveness of his masterful movements for heavenly results. The music in the background, simple tranquil sounds, filled the quiet. Mimicking a decent masseur, John concentrated on her back at first. He rolled skin and muscles under his caress, learned about every centimetre of her surface and the shape of her bones.

‘Jesus, she might actually need this,’ the Gamer thought, amused. Her body had all kinds of minor strains in it. Even an Abyssal was only immune to a certain degree against bad posture, it seemed. ‘Not what I set out to do, but I might as well while I am at it,’ he mentally commented, before placing his knuckles between her shoulder blades and exerting gentle force.

“Oh Gaiaaaa,” Lee gasped with raw relief as her upper spine let ring a series of long overdue cracking sounds. Experiencing second hand satisfaction, the Gamer pushed on until he hit the edge of her neck. “Jooooohn, I loooove youuuu,” she exclaimed, amidst the cracks, in a clearly non-serious fashion. Their infatuation was mutual, but they weren’t deluded enough to jump straight to that point.

“Save it for the honeymoon,” he joked and went back to silently oiling her up. He stayed in the safe areas for now. From her back, he went to her neck, from her neck to her arms, from her arms to her legs. He shortly touched her butt, but didn’t dwell on it. He covered her sides, brushed against her breasts out of necessity, but stayed away from sexually pleasuring her. That would come later.

Part for part, he softened up her body. It must have been the first time she got such a massage and thus he had an incredibly easy time to get her into a state of total physical relaxation. The mind naturally followed. A nice state to ask some questions.

“So, where did you hear about my sexual commands?” The Gamer maintained the tone used for casual chit-chat. If he kept things nice and cosy, he could coerce a lot of honest answers from her, without the usual teasing. He essentially had her hypnotized.

“I read it on the CPDI site, it was an article about Cindy describing her experience with you.”

“How did you happen upon that article?” he asked, finally making his massage a bit more sexual. His hands didn’t directly touch sensitive areas, but he spent more time on her upper thighs and the sides of her torso than anywhere else.

“I saw it while rewatching the videos of you on the side,” Lee answered tranquilly. Her breathing was occasionally accentuated by high-pitched sighs.

“Did you watch all the pornos with me in them?”

“Yes, they’re exactly what I like.” Lee got more and more excited as she talked, courtesy of her fantasy as much as the hands now kneading her ass. Middling as her butt might have been, it was far from dissatisfying. He poured additional oil on her, teasing her back entrance and her pussy by brushing over them. “I love submission. I always knew I wanted to be dominated in bed. I always wanted to act slutty… but the dudes weren’t really worth it… you, though… I stumbled over the porn after I read the news articles about you… I couldn’t believe that you were also into the things I was into… and Jane… Jane is so hot in those videos… I wanted to sleep with her too…”

“On your back,” John commanded and Lee quickly obeyed. She moaned, the rewarding pleasure making her spine arch. The Gamer pressed her back down, while he spread oil all over her midriff. He gave her a prolonged lull, during which he once more stayed in safe areas. He caressed her arms and legs again, spent some time on her feet, then turned to her breasts. He rotated between rubbing them, the surrounding area, and teasing her nipples. “You love submission, what about bondage and masochism?”

“I don’t know,” Lee told him. “I would like to try both. Bondage appeals to me a lot.”

John considered giving her a taste. It wouldn’t be difficult to get some ropes through Jack. However, he decided to keep it nice and vanilla for today. “You want to be a submissive slut?”

“I want to be your submissive slut,” Lee gasped. “I want to know what it’s like to be used by a real man. Not just suck on an imitation of your cock. An orgy – I want to be part of an orgy… I want to be dominated by you and Jane.”

‘God, she was practically made for me,’ John thought and ran his hands down the little line that marked the middle between her barely existing abs. ‘That’s what I get for being famous, there are women who will identify exactly with my preferences who seek me out. Please, for the love of everything, Magoi, let me be your future son-in-law.’

His hands parted around her quim and reached for her thighs again. He rubbed them up and down, always ending near her pussy, stimulated the blood flow in the area and gradually made her more sensitive. When her breathing was quick and heated, he finally touched her clit. Her body jumped with pleasure from the singular contact.

“Was there ever someone else who made you cum?” John asked.

“No, Master.” Lee’s voice was still tranquil. Why she switched now to that title he didn’t know, but John approved. “Only myself.”

“Do you want me to make you cum?” he asked.

“If it pleases you, Master.”

That was even better than a simple yes. With a smile so intense it reverberated in his voice, he said, “It would.”

He curved two fingers, middle and ring, into her honeypot. A mewling sound echoed from Lee’s throat, desperate and pleading for more. Giving her what she wanted, John fingered her cunt. Slowly at first, but gradually accelerating. He probed her tight cunt, until he found a particularly sensitive spot. Pinning it between his fingers on the inside and his wrist on the outside, rubbing her clit with his well-oiled palm, he had her moaning loud in a matter of seconds.

“Ooh fuck… fuck…” she cried, her hips rising from the massage table. Her glistening body trembled, the artificial light reflecting softly on her curves. She was gorgeous, heavily breathing, a near perfect incarnation of one of the many appetites he had for women. He kept reapplying oil with his other hand. The excess soaked into her sprawled out hair. “I’m… I’m…”

She couldn’t finish the sentence, too intense was the pleasure John brought her. Shouting, her legs angling, her hips rising higher, her hands clawing at the edge of the table for whatever limited support she could find, she came. Her virgin pussy clamped down around John’s fingers. Fresh pussy juice ran down the oiled labia. John kept wiggling inside her, silencing her shout, the pleasure becoming overbearing. Behind closed lids, her eyes moved around rapidly, her cute lips parted widely.

He had to stop himself from exploiting all he could do. If he wanted to, he could drown her in a hell of pleasure within the minute. Instead, he kept his motions moderate, pleasure reasonable.

Ultimately, her body went from rigid to trembling and her breathing resumed as heavy panting. John let her catch a moment of respite, then resumed his movements. “If you want me to stop, just say so,” he told her. “Otherwise, I’ll repay you for all the teasing, you health hazard!”

Lee’s only answer was a guttural laugh followed by an ecstatic cry. There was no way she would beg him to stop until he brought her to the brink of collapse. The Gamer knew when he was looking at a pervert and, if her Libido hadn’t been enough of a pointer, her confessions and current behaviour were all he needed to come to the conclusion that she was hooked.

He wanted to hear it out loud. “Do you enjoy this?”

“Yeeessssshhh!” she shouted, another orgasm rolling through her. The proverbial floodgates were open and the literal flood was steadily continuing between her legs. “It’s so… sooooo much better than… what I do by myselfffff.” Her heels dug into the leather.

“Are you going to cum again?” John asked.

“Yeeee-ghrrrr,” Lee’s ecstatic cry suddenly collapsed into a frustrated gargle when John pulled his fingers out of her pussy. “Why?!” she complained, her eyes opening.

John growled, not liking the tone she used to ask that question. “Here I thought you were a natural sub, but it seems you’ll need some training after all,” he scolded her. “What did you say when I asked you ‘do you want me to make you cum’, Lee?”

“…If it pleases you, Master…” she folded immediately.

“Correct, so if it pleases me, I will deny you any pleasure I can give you.” He glanced at her thighs, desperately rubbing together. “Stop that,” he told her, a command without the magic. Hesitantly, she obeyed. “If you become mine, truly mine, I’ll train you to know better than to complain.”

Lee’s eyes were hazy with lust and shame. “I’m sorry, Master,” she said, only to cry out when he reached back between her legs.

“What do you say when I reward you?” the Gamer wanted to know.

“Thank you, Master!” she shouted, his fingers sinking back inside her. Ecstasy quickly overwrote the shame on her face and frustration once more overwrote the ecstasy when he stopped. This time, she gritted her teeth and said nothing.

‘Better,’ John thought, far from satisfied enough to give a compliment out loud. “Turn around,” he commanded, reaching for the oil bottle. Quickly, Lee obeyed, a wanton cry escaping her when the reward took her straight back to the edge. “You’ll need a lot of training if you want to please me. Both as a submissive and for your body.” He spread fresh oil over her back and butt. “I value my property a lot. If you want to be one of my submissive sluts, you better take care of yourself. I won’t be pleased if what is mine is anything less than as good as it can be.” He gave her ass a little tap and watched the barely existing jiggle. “Understood?”

“Yes, Master,” Lee responded in absolute earnest. She had already started training, John knew that much, but he wanted her to be motivated to achieve the best result she could. He wanted to see a more defined midriff, a bubble butt and thunder thighs. Maybe her arms could be a bit thicker too, to balance the look, but John wasn’t exactly bothered about that area.

“Good girl,” he purred, feeling her entire body shudder at the sound of those two words. “Now, I’ll give you a proper taste of what being with me is like. Do you think you can take that, my Lee?”

“No, but I want to experience it anyway, Master,” Lee told him, giving him the happiest, loving, most depraved stare that he had seen in a while.

“Ass up,” John commanded, and watched her raise her hips again, this time voluntarily. Again, the reward hit her and, again, it wasn’t quite enough to send over the edge. He put one knee on the massage table. His muscular right reached around her hips, fingers connecting with her clit, the left went directly to her pussy.

Penetrating her swollen cunt with two fingers, he rubbed her clit with the other hand. The first contact was enough to set the overdue orgasm off. John ignored the delighted howling and continued. He explored her tight folds at this different angle, found new effective spots to tease, and worked her clit all the while. Wide as her hips were in proportion, Lee was still smaller than him and a woman. The arm wrapped around her confined her to where she was. Only minimal wiggles of her oiled-up body were possible.

“Cumming… cumming…” Lee shouted and John still upped the pace. She screamed in climax, but the pitch of her voice only rose further. “Fuck… fuuuuuuck… what is… what is… happeninnng…!?” Even as a mild masturbation addict, Lee would never have pushed her body to the extent John was currently pushing her. Solo action tended to stop after relief was achieved. Even though Lee had doubtlessly heard of multiple orgasms before, her recollections of such tales were lost somewhere in the whirlwind of ecstasy currently toppling over every thought in her pretty little head.

John still wasn’t done. He kept her slippery bottom from escaping, no matter how much she trembled and screamed in delight. Her clit and pussy were steadily assaulted by his nimble fingers. Then, finally, he reached his goal.

Squirting all over his hands, her thighs, and the oily leather, Lee’s shout rose to a massive, primal scream. Her head flew upwards. Through the Mandala Sphere, he saw her dumbfounded, ecstatic expression, nothing but blank pleasure on it. Pleasure he regulated, through his continued movements. He kept the climax of multiple orgasms going for as long as possible, and then slowly ebbing off when her scream died down.

He let her hips drop back onto the massage table. After cleaning his hands, he resumed massaging her in the previous decent fashion, as if absolutely nothing had happened. Aftershocks ravaged her in unpredictable intervals.

“Suck… let me suck your cooock,” Lee pleaded, exhausted, delighted and hungry for more.

John was almost ready to give in. He had already gone further than just nudely chatting with her, already further than showering with her, already further than watching her masturbate and already further than just giving her a naked massage. He was halfway down the slippery slope.

And he had to stop.

“No,” he told her, against every bit of lust in his body. “This is as far as we go. If you want that again,” he brushed over her drenched cunt, “if you want more,” he gestured towards his precum dribbling erection, “then we have to sort things out with Magoi first. There is an order to these things and we already stretched it a lot.” He gave her ass another tap. “Also, if you want to make me really happy, do some more squats.”