I grinned at Lauren, “So, slave, have you been behaving while I was gone?” I asked her, lifting myself up so that she gently spilled off my arm onto her back on the bed.

She nodded quickly, “Yes Master! I have been trying to keep your affairs in order, after I recovered from my accident, and I have been helping Sif set training schedules and monitor potential sales opportunities. I even managed to get your challenger on board. It’s right at the top of my size, but my gate size increased slightly after the incident. There was a slight problem with the driver’s side mirror, but it was able to be repaired easily.”

I nodded and slid down to the bottom of the bed. “And?” I asked.

“And I have been caring for myself and Toby as well. He is talking more and seems to be socializing well. I have even learned how to prepare a few dishes, like potatoes au gratin, although I have only used a box.”

“And?” I asked her.

“And sir?” she asked, looking at me curiously before biting her lip.

“And I gave you certain orders. Have you followed those orders?” I said, lifting one of those boots. Yes, she was absolutely gorgeous, but her original superhero outfit was designed to attract attention, not repel bullets. Fishnets and a leather swimsuit were very attractive, but apparently, she hadn’t changed her look much… except for switching to a one-piece and better fishnets, the boots, long gloves, and even the domino mask looked stylistically similar.

“The order to umm… not allow me to be pleasured, even by myself?”

I nodded.

“Yes, Master, I have followed those orders. I also...umm… haven’t been wearing this outfit, because I thought that you might not approve of the message it gave to others until Paul told me to pick you up.” She said.

I nodded, “That was a good choice, slave. We shall have to find something more fitting. In fact, I think I know the perfect outfit and would like you to try it on now.”

“You made me an outfit, Master?” now she looked a little confused.

I shook my head. “No, you have worn it, or not worn it before. When I was dreaming and woke you up. Do you remember?”

She nodded quickly and started to unzip her top, but I stopped her. We were playing a game, and I wanted her to get the most out of it. “No. You need to stand up, and fulfill the promise you so rudely interrupted when we first met.”

Lauren nodded and slipped out of bed, quickly hopping to her feet, and then starting to unzip her gloves, this time more slowly. I smiled and stood up. “Follow me while you do that. I have been in the lab and want to get cleaned up a little, and I need my good little bath girl to help me get clean.” I dropped off the coat and helmet on the bed and stripped off my clothes as I walked, and glanced back to note that she was carefully picking them up as I stripped.

Once I got to the bathroom, I got out of the rest of my clothes, leaving my boots outside the bathroom door because I figured the bathroom might get a bit wet. The shower was one of those big ones with all the jets around them, and it also had handrails, I suppose for the prior occupant’s security. I stepped, unclothed, into the shower, and looked around for the controls, which...weirdly… I couldn’t find it. I had taken a shower in here before but had been so distracted I hadn’t actually thought about it. “How?”

Lauren had her hand over her mouth, “Umm…” she said, catching her breath a little, “you weren’t in true privacy mode before, but we are now. Most of this stuff is tied into Camilla, and she handled it before.” I was kinda wishing she were catching her breath due to my nakedness, but the reality was that I figured she was trying to stifle a chuckle at my predicament.

“You were undressing, were you not?” I said, trying to look suave. I turned completely, leaning back against one of the handrails, and this time she wasn’t laughing. Her eyes were wide and bright as she nodded, starting to tug the glove off, yet again, glancing down quickly and then back up at my face.

“Camilla!” I said, “Audio”

“Yes?” I heard her voice.

“Shower, massage mode, one hundred and three degrees. Re-engage privacy mode.”

Heh. Good voice commands and the shower jets all started running in a sequence as I had expected. “Remind me later to figure out how to install a manual system. I mean, it’s cool and all, but I am a bit more old-fashioned. I mean, what if I have you in here and suddenly want full blast, or just to stop the water without interruptions? I am paying attention to you, I don’t want some other nosy girl in here right now, even if she’s just a program.”

Lauren nodded, tugging the other glove off, and exposing her hands. Very lovely hands, even with the purple nail gloss. She started to lean over to work on her boots, and I said, “Hold on a moment.”

“Master?” she asked.

“Before you start working on your boots, I want you to undo the buttons on your top.”

She turned pink and unbuttoned the top of the one piece, which looked like it was supposed to be unbuttoned at the top down to about her waist, before being slid downwards.

I was still just standing under the water, watching her. “Are you a virgin?” I asked her curiously, turning slightly so the water slid down my side. I was pretty muscular, and she seemed to be fascinated by the trails of water trickling down my sides.

She nodded, “Yes, sort of. I mean, I have had to use my hands and mouth before, and obviously, you used me, kind of. But I have never actually had sex before, master.”

I nodded, crouching slightly and putting my elbows on my knees as she leaned forwards to unzip her boots, her lovely, large breasts on a black bra spilling out of the top exactly the way I had hoped as the sides started to slide off of her shoulders. “Good. I am very pleased that my delicious slave is fresh from the shop, brand new, and never used.”

She finished peeling down her boots. They really did require peeling, since I think they might have been made from a tight sort of leather that was attached with plastic peels at the back. She stepped out of them and I grinned as I watched the top fall to her waist, showing off her pale breasts barely concealed by a silky material.

She looked up again at my smile, still bright red, and I asked, “Are you sure you are ready for this?”

She nodded, “Yes Master, I am very, I mean, I have been very ready for this.” she hooked her thumbs on the outside of the leather, and looked at me questioningly.

I chuckled, “Yes, the hose also. I want to see you the way you were at the foot of my bed. I love the fishnets, but not enough to forgo the pleasure of seeing you completely bare.”

She nodded, peeling down the hose, panties, and suit at the same time, and then very carefully gathering them up against her thumbs and stepping out of them. Yes, sheer yumminess, and bare as an egg? I sort of remembered that I think, but I had been careful to not pay too much attention to that before.

“Do you shave?” I asked her curiously.

She shook her head, “No, but aside from my head, I use most of my body to bring a static charge to bear. I cannot use my head, because it shocks me, and If I shocked my brain very bad things could happen. Using my powers hurts, but as a side effect, every other part of my body tends to have a low-grade electrolysis effect. I cannot really grow hair anywhere but my head and face, even if I wanted to. I consider that an acceptable trade, master.”

I nodded, and watched her closely, “Are you turned on right now?” I asked like I couldn’t smell it, but she seemed to get a rush from verbalizing it.

“Yes, Master.” she purred. I was planning on doing what my pops would do with a virgin girl, which is going down on her until she came and then taking her, but Lauren was, as usual, a special case.

“Take off your bra. Turn away from me, and back up until I stop you. You interrupted a dream, and so I have to make you pay for it.” I noticed that where her chest and breast had been crushed there was some nasty scarring and a lot of rough skin over her rib cage, but that didn’t really matter, she was alive.

“Yes Master.” she said, “Are you going to do that again?”

I shook my head, “Not exactly, but close.” and she started backing towards me slowly. I remembered what Caelo had felt like in the dream, and it hadn’t exactly matched, and must have been mostly my physically groping Lauren, then referred to as Glinda, instead.

Once she hit the edge of the tub, I wrapped my arm around her waist roughly, the other covering her breasts with my forearm, and dragged her back into the shower quickly, pulling her against me until she could feel me pressing hard against her delicately-curved ass. “Don’t scream.” I whispered in her ear hoarsely after she squeaked, “Or I will hurt you.”

She gulped heavily as the various misty streams of water streamed over us, her hair quickly getting limp and heavy, and I pulled my arm from around her waist upwards, wrapping my hand around her hair and tightening it in a ponytail in my hand, and pulling her head back slightly to lift her chin. “I am going to take what I want, bitch, and there is nothing you can do to stop me. Your powers are nothing, and in this water, you will fry yourself worse than you can fry me, do you understand?” I start rubbing myself against her ass cheeks, pulling back to let the water make the skin between us slippery for a moment before rubbing more firmly.

“Yes…” she hissed.

“Yes what, bitch?” I asked her harshly, wiggling so my cock dropped to the bottom of her butt, and started rubbing the nestle between her crack and the backs of her thighs.

“Yes… Master,” she said.

I started stroking with my shaft between her legs, much like when I had been dreaming, and then lowered my hand from her lovely handful of breast down to tickle along her belly button. “Good,” I said harshly. “Remember that. I am your master. You are my property. Every talent, every skill, every ounce of your being belongs to me, and I take what I want.” I dipped my hand down and started to gently tease the bare spot between her legs.

“Do you understand? I am ordering you to come, but remember, it is not for your pleasure, it is for mine. My command, my reward.” I started dipping lower, finally finding what I was looking for and stroking the little raised sliver of flesh carefully, adding a hint of pressure to the slippery wet bulb hidden within the folds in the front.

“Yes… yes… master!” she cried, and I was surprised when I felt the muscles in her legs start to tremble a little. The whole act had been to get her into the game, but I guess she was seriously into it from the moment she called me master.

I grinned a little and tilted my head to nip her collarbone from behind, lifting up so that I could use my fingers to make sure the head of my shaft rubbed against that bubble, pressing the folds apart with each stroke. “Mine,” I growled.

She was moaning, and I paid attention to what was going on in her body. I am not going to pretend that I was some sort of expert on female responses, but I kept gently rubbing, sometimes directly against her clit and sometimes just pressing the palm of my hand between her legs so that she felt rubbing pressure between the base of my palm and her own pelvic bone.

When she almost seemed to collapse, I finally lifted myself, bending her over a little and pushing deep inside of her. Whew. Wow. That actually… sort of hurt a little, she was so tight. I started rubbing and was a little surprised when something sort of snapped and I could rub deeper.

She screamed a little bit when that happened, but this was my first time with a virgin. Did It hurt? I guess… maybe yes and no? A few seconds after I stopped, she started trying to rub her butt up and down against my belly, so I started moving again, stroking and teasing her until I was the only thing holding her up, before I finally came.

I had an idea, but I wanted to make sure before I tested it. I know that she loved being controlled like that, but I would need her full attention and full permission before I took advantage of it.

I carefully held her in my arms, washing both of us clean in the shower, and she lifted her arms as I picked her up, wrapping them around my neck.

“Are you hurt?” I asked her when I finally stepped out of the shower onto the warm, fuzzy carpet in the center of the bathroom.

She looked up at me and smiled a little, “Only a little, and I feel better than I ever have before. Thank you, I know that you are a good man and that what you did was… more than you planned, but I very much loved it, especially knowing that you were showing you both owned me and cared for me, master.”

I chuckled, “Yes, but you realized I just violated one of the most important cardinal rules, right?”

She looked up, moving one hand to tug s strand of her wet dark hair out of her eyes as I lowered her onto the mat. “Master, if you were thinking that was rape, It was very much not…”

I shook my head, “Hell no. Your electricity probably would not have hurt me but it would have made the sex suck. But no, the rule I violated is even worse than that.” I grabbed the towels and started rubbing her, and myself down. The towels were very nice and soft, probably the softest bath towels I had ever used, and possibly the largest, as well. I would have to let Sif feel like she was doing well next time she wanted me to kick her ass. Yeah right.

She looked up at me, lifting her arms as I used the soft fluff to play with her beautiful breasts. They really were beautiful, and the nipples I had squeezed in my dream had definitely been hers. Damned Caelo. If she were not off-limits I’d probably put her over my knee. I sorta wanted to do that again to Lauren because her butt was divinely spankable and she seemed to enjoy it. “What would that rule be, Master?” she asked.

I chuckled, wrapping one towel around her as I used a second one to dry off her hair. “Never, ever stick your dick in crazy.”

I wasn’t really tired, but Lauren was, so I curled up around her. She was going to lie down at the foot of the bed, for whatever reasons, but when I told her she had to be my body pillow she actually giggled. Giggled. I don’t think I had ever heard her giggle, but she actually said, teasingly, “Master, you are very heavy.” when I wrapped my arm and leg around her.

“Yes, I am, and you will have to deal with it. And I know we didn’t use anything on your hair so it’s going to be a snarled foamy mess tomorrow, and I will get to play with my toy’s hair for a while and wash her and brush her.” I said while she wiggled half under me. “And maybe use the brush on her backside if she doesn’t settle down and sleep. Before then, though, I need to ask you a serious question, and I need to talk to you as a friend, not as your master. Can we do that?”

She nodded, “Yes, but fair warning, the Lauren that’s your friend is not your friend.”

“How do you mean?” I asked her curiously as I stroked a palm along her resting hip.

“There are really only two facets to Lauren. The Lauren that has to fight, and the Lauren that is indescribably happy to be your slave. The problem is that both Laurens are absolutely, deliriously, and hopelessly in love with you. Lovers and property, not friends.”

I nodded, “And I am in love with you too and both of them belong to me. But seriously, I need your clear opinion now.”

She nodded and smiled, wiggling onto her back so that her bare breasts were pushing against my arm. “Alright, clear thought. I am thinking very clearly right now, even though I am still wanting you inside of me again. There are not really two Laurens, but both clear-thinking me and slave me want to do that again. It hurt a little, but also felt amazing.”

I nodded, “It’s like this. You said that you were wanting to be the first to join the game. But there is another option, that may improve your abilities and power first. It’s called a cleansing and rejuvenation pill.” I had noticed while she was nude that her chest and shoulder had some serious scarring. The roughness of the skin was down her back as well, and I traced it while she shivered.

“I am sorry, I had forgotten I was scarred. Am I ugly?” she asked.

I chuckled, “I saw it while you were undressing and I still had to take you like an animal. You know you aren’t ugly scars or no scars. You are just fishing now.” I traced another scar and realized that this one was going over her hip, and across her buttock. There were also a number of other faint traceries that I could barely make out… That was not from her accident, and this was the first time I had been sober enough, with enough light, to notice them.

“And you think it will improve my powers?” she asked curiously.

“I think it might, or it might help heal any deep damage that you may have taken that you don’t know about.”

“Then of course I want to take it. Right now?” she asked.

I sighed. “Maybe, I don’t know. The problem is that it also says it will be painful.”

She nodded, her moist hair brushing against my neck. “Sometimes it does hurt, even your regeneration hurts. And honestly, almost every Metahuman gets used to pain. Every power has a sacrifice, like you said, although we never tell each other what that sacrifice is because it’s a weakness that can be used against you.”

I nodded, “Yes, but the problem is, none of my medicines have ever actually SAID that they cause pain before. Regrowing a limb can be agony with regeneration, but that’s just a side effect, and this one actually says it is painful. I can give you one, which will probably take care of the scarring and any other damage and enhance your… connection to your blood where your power comes from? But it will be painful, or we can just try to upgrade you like you are.”

“Would you have taken that pill first if you could have?” she asked.

I nodded, “This version, yes. The prior ones, that I gave Windfall? Probably not. It is supposed to clean your bloodline of anything other than pure human, and I had no idea if that meant my kind of human or the kind of human that doesn’t have powers. That whole weird thing, with what makes a human or a metahuman or anything else, is still kind of foggy.” I chuckled a little, tilting so I could tease one of her large nipples with a fingertip. “I have plans for that kind also, as soon as we can get to Chicago.”

She gasped as her nipple shot up under the attention. “Then the answer is yes. If it can make me more powerful, it will make me a more useful slave, and if, god forbid, I have to rescue my master, it will help me do that too.” she chuckled low and under her breath, “But later. For right now I want to play again, and even though you have every right to tell me when I am not allowed to come, a small part of me feels like you owe me a few dozen orgasms.”

I grinned, “I am most pleased to oblige, woman.” and I scooted back a little, “On your back, and open your legs. I want to taste my property.”

“Yes master,” she growled, wiggling her butt into the mattress a little as she adjusted.