Strangely, with each step she took she felt another, albeit smaller wave of pleasure wash over her. However, with each one they felt less and less cosy and warm, and more sharp and hot. Not that Emily minded, as each wave rushed through her she felt better and better, less concerned about getting home and more focused on chasing this feeling. She considered speeding up so as to get more steps in, and therefore more waves, but decided against it. She figured she had best keep a clear distance between herself and the smart man so that people wouldn't be suspicious. As her walk went on, taking turn after turn bringing her deeper into an unfamiliar housing estate, Emily was feeling better and better. She could feel her body heating up now with each step but she was careful not to show it outwardly apart from a deep blush.
Finally, Emily arrived at the house she had wanted to visit. She turned onto the driveway and walked through open door. For a moment she felt confused, standing in an unfamiliar hallway with nobody to follow. Thankfully the reliable man reminded her from an open door that she wanted to go downstairs into the houses basement. After following him down she settled herself into the armchair the kind man had pointed out and got comfortable. Suddenly, the screen in front of her lit up with a strange spiral pattern overlaid on colourful static. Strangely, Emily's gaze was magnetically drawn to the screen. This would have seemed strange to her but thankfully the understanding man explained it was perfectly normal and that she should pay attention and focus.
Emily vaguely felt headphones being put on her and the familiar sound of the bus's engine returned, sending her dropping back into her state of relaxation. After that, her concept of time seemed to slip away. Everything blurring together into a haze of relaxation, pleasure and obedience. Eventually, the screen went dark and the sound of the bus's engine cut out, and Emily came back to her senses. The first thing that she noticed was that she was now naked. Sir must've taken her clothes off to make her more comfortable and to more easily access her for pleasure conditioning. He was so considerate like that.
On that thought, she rose from the seat and went upstairs to look for Sir before she left. Finding him sitting in an armchair working on some code on his laptop, she dropped to her knees and engulfed his shaft. Taking him down to his base with ease, she vaguely noticed that she didn't have any trouble with her gag reflex like she had had with her ex whenever she had tried giving him a blowjob on his birthdays. Instantly, she felt waves of pleasure crash through her, stronger than any orgasm she'd ever had. She took her time to work up and down his shaft, taking note of which techniques elicited the best response so as to give Sir the best blowjob possible. Savouring the taste and feeling, Emily almost didn't notice Sir was getting close until she felt him tense up and grab the back of her head. But when she did, she had a sudden realisation that she was craving his cum. Quickly rising until only his head was in her mouth, she used her tongue for a final attack on the base of his head before he spurted rope after rope of hot, delicious cum into her mouth. The taste that was one thousand times more addictive than his precum as well as the intense orgasm she felt from the knowledge that she had pleased Sir almost made her black out. However, she dutifully held on and made sure not to lose a single drop.
Finally, when he had finished, Emily rose from her knees and made sure to show off the fresh load on her tongue before swallowing. With that she explained to Sir that she needed to head back to her old place to collect some things but she would be back in time to make him dinner. With a smack on the ass and a "Good girl" that made her swoon, she was out the door and heading back toward the bus stop. For the moment she would only be grabbing the bare essentials along with her favourite lingerie to wear around the house. She had to be careful not to raise any suspicions. She knew that her friends and family would have trouble understanding why she chose to dedicate herself to Sir, even though it seemed so obvious in her mind. Things like merging her bank account with his and signing over property rights would have to come later sadly. But Emily was content with that fact that in time they would all understand. In fact, she already had a short list of the first couple people she would invite over to Sir's house so that she could properly explain all the things that made Sir worth serving. She just knew that they would get it eventually, and Sir could always use some new helpers.
