“A toast Master…” Maria said as she lifted her silver goblet into the air, “…my new tits are as firm and large as you said they would be.”
Her Master raised a similar glass and they both sipped from it, though what each contained was completely different.
In his was a well aged whiskey that cost more than most people spent on rent in a month, in hers a softly glowing pink liquid that tasted like cheap bubblegum.
As soon as it hit her lips a shiver of pleasure ran through her and she couldn’t contain herself, tipping her head and the goblet back as more and more of the pink liquid ran down her throat.
By the time she finished, it had already started to take effect and she stumbled backwards, losing her balance and falling into the chair. A broad smile formed on her lips as she let out a little gasp and spread her legs and set the goblet down beside her so she could use both hands to fondle herself.
The motion of her Master standing up caught her eye and she watched him walk slowly over to her. A month ago they had been mortal enemies; her the champion of the city, him the villainous threat to it.
Now he stood beside her, gently placing a set of headphones over her blonde mane, the words already playing over them.
“…look like a cheap slut. I love acting like a cheap slut. I love my big fake tits. I love serving my Master. I want to be used like a sex doll. My body is made to pleasure my Master. My mind is made to obey my Master. I am my Masters property. I love to look like a cheap slut. I love acting like a cheap slut…”
The words keep repeating over and over again as her eyes rolled back into her head and moans started coming from her lips as her hands rubbed her tits and pussy.
She didn’t notice her Master turning on the camera, or leaving the room, but neither mattered to her. It would be hours before the effects of the drink wore off, and by then she’d be ready for whatever her Master had planned for her.
