“Yes, Master!” The seer shot up from her seat, her wavy hair fluttering in the breeze of her motion, and barely managed to keep herself from running towards him. She was immediately flushed all over. Her nipples were hard, her breasts trembled with every quick breath, and her thighs jiggled from the constant shifting of her weight.

Despite all of that, she managed to keep her hands folded in front of her. Lorelei was the woman with the highest Libido in his harem, assuming Sylph had not reclaimed the title with recent levels. It was not something an outsider looking in would have assumed at first glance and the religious woman did usually succeed in masking how badly she wanted it with her elegant behaviour.

But she wanted it – she absolutely wanted it. That fact had made her voluntarily equipping the chastity belt that much hotter.

The hypnotic command immediately pulled all of that controlled desire to the forefront. Pussy juice was already seeping through the silver strip of her chastity belt. It looked like little, but would have made any attempt at self-pleasure a disappointing affair.

Lorelei nervously kneaded her fingers. He had promised her that she would get fucked for her part in finding the truth about Macuil and in defeating him. Had she not followed her path, events could have aligned in a less beneficial manner for John. Still, he could have decided to rile her up and leave her wet and without climax. Denying her, leaving her frustrated, yearning for the day of release, was a large part of what made resigning her sexual autonomy so engaging.

She was nervous and that nervousness only turned her on further.

“Come here.”

The eyes of everyone were focused on Lorelei. Obediently, quivering like someone that had been pulled out of a frozen lake, she strutted along. Those she passed caressed her curves. It was the attention paid, more than the touches, that had her at the edge of release. Lorelei’s second sight had a pleasuring effect when she was being intently observed by people with lustful intent.

Excessive amounts of pussy juice were trickling down her thighs, when she stopped in front of the Gamer. Lydia and Nathalia went to the right, Nightingale and Lulu to the left, and John stood up. He circled around her once, getting a good view of her shapely behind. On the second circle, he stopped behind her. Grabbing her roughly by the shoulders made her moan. He pulled her against his chest, bowed down, and inhaled the scent of her hair.

“Roses and need,” he described her smell out loud. “Like a bitch in heat pretending to have dignity.”

Lorelei did not deny any of it. She stood there, face pink from her flushed cheeks, and waited for whatever he would do to her next. Every little touch made her gasp and moan. He played with the smooth skin on her shoulder. Casually, he grasped her breasts. Fingers sunk into the firm softness of her medium, almost large breasts. Had she been given permission to feel sexual relief, she would have climaxed in that instant. The chastity belt had made the throat and tits of the seer a lot more sensitive. The enchantment had done so on her desire.

“I have a simple order for you,” he whispered, then let go of her. “Once you fulfil it, I will give you a full week to orgasm as you desire.”

“I am not worthy of-“

John clicked his tongue to interrupt her. “You do not decide what you are worthy of, Lorelei, I do. You only say ‘yes’ or ‘thank you’.” That or her safe word, but acknowledging that out loud would have broken the mood.

“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master,” Lorelei swiftly agreed.

John sat back down on the Couch. Aclysia re-attached herself to his right while Rave had managed to make her way to the forefront on the left. His first two haremettes needed no order to reach down together. Their hands stroked his cock in flawless unison. The two had accompanied his sexual development every step of the way and gotten every bit as pervy as he was, in their individual ways.

It was a blessed life he lived.

“When was the last time you let the horny nun orgasm again, tiger?” Rave asked.

After taking a couple of teasing seconds to pretend he had to think, John answered, “My birthday would be the occasion. Practically yesterday.”

“Basically, yeah,” Rave agreed jovially. “Two months, two hours, what’s the difference?”

“Every orgasm you grant her is a privilege, Master,” Aclysia joined in.

“It is, isn’t it?” John asked out loud and stared at Lorelei.

“Yes, Master. Every time I…. mhhhmmmm…” The seer lost her words and train of thought when John raised a leg and pressed the top of his foot against her cameltoe. The soaked barrier of silk did nothing to hide the heat of her sex. Instinctively, she was rubbing against him, completely enthralled by every little touch.

John grinned at the display. This kind of view, he got to enjoy regularly. Lorelei was rarely allowed a climax, but she was still a participant in most of their orgies. Even if her cunt did not get touched, her tongue and fingers could do plenty of work for others. It was what came next that would be a special treat for both of them.

“I’ll forgive your verbal inability.” John planted his foot back down on the floor. “Your order for the privilege: I want you to impale yourself on my cock – and do it very slowly. Once you have all of me inside of you, the orgasm lock will be lifted. If you move too fast for my liking, then the opportunity is gone. Understood?”

“Yes, Master!” Lorelei answered with repeated, eager nods.

Making the silk covering her cunt disappear was as simple as a thought. Tilting forwards, Lorelei held herself back from taking a hasty step.

“May I inquire which view would please you more, sacred Master?” Cupping one of her own breasts, Lorelei jiggled her top assets, before turning her hips to do the same for the bottom set. A finger pressed into the crease between thigh and butt, she gave it a nice shaking. Submissives objectifying themselves for his viewing pleasure was an ever-erotic affair.

“I want to see your face,” John answered.

“Yes, Master,” Lorelei swooned, then took the swift step forwards. Fluidly, Rave and Aclysia made space for the white-blonde woman to straddle him. Their hands glided to the base, keeping the Gamer’s cock aligned with the dripping wet cunt that descended on it.

A deep, desperate moan escaped Lorelei’s throat at the merest contact of their sexes. John had her perform oral on him at times, but fucking either of her lower holes was always reserved for times like this. Her body remembered well all the times he had pounded her before and the few times after she had put on the belt. The constant drooling of her pussy added to the already thick lubrication of his cock.

“Sacred and most generous Lady, I give to you my deepest thanks for this world that you have created and for this cock that you have blessed,” Lorelei muttered under her breath. Glacially slow, she sank down. The head of his cock was barely inside her. “My daily gratitude you have, for making me in this image, so that I may submit to my Master, the Saint, John Newman. Ma---aaahhhh!”

Lorelei’s prayer was broken when she pushed past the glans. Just the slightest bit of spreading hardness was enough for the seer to experience pre-orgasmic spasms. “Keep going,” John encouraged her.

Had she not needed to steady herself, the white-eyed woman would have clasped her hands in prayer. “May I never forget to be faithful to his orders and pleasured by his designs for me. For you, my Lady, have given me clarity on submitting to the Gold and Purple Man!”

The tone of her prayer was utterly depraved. A coherent mixture of discipline born from her abstinence and the need stemming from the same. Her voice became louder as she sank further down, as if to chant against her desire to just plunge down.

“This servant is grateful for all the bliss that she is given! Glorious is the sacred cock parting me! My lust is but a candle flame to the inferno of desire that he deserves! May he bless me with every drop of seed that he wishes to spare on this lowly sex slave!”

Lorelei was halfway down now. Her descent was subtly accelerating. John did not stop her. All his attention lay with her submissive sermon.

“Just is my Master’s control over my orgasms. Wise is his teasing. May he forever reign over my desires, so that I can experience them to the fullest! Shackle me not with freedom, but give me the freedom to choose my shackles! May his loins be bountiful. May my pussy please him. May my mouth, ass, and cunt be forever as venerating as the sacred Gamer deserves. I shan’t be tempted by nor wrathful for whatever is denied, only ever be a woman, faithful and fuckable, eager to receive what he gives me. I ask of you only this single thing, oh most sacred and radiant Lady: let me be a good set of holes!”

Finally, Lorelei’s cunt enveloped him as completely as it could go. Already, she was sweaty. Nothing about the grace of the blind woman remained, there was no lady on top of John, just a sex slave eager to please. Her tight folds clenched in anticipation around John. She was so hot, wet, and needful. Denying her would have caused such sweet desperation.

“I am pleased,” he whispered.

Lorelei.exe crashed.

The moment her orgasm lock was lifted, the seer threw her head back and screamed. Two months of denial were unloaded in a sudden, violent orgasm. Fingers clenched on top of John’s shoulders. The rest of Lorelei was going through rhythmless beats of trembling, almost thrashing, wildly and being completely locked up.

John grabbed her by the back of the head, forcing her face back down so he could look at her. All of the praying nun was gone and there was the face of a woman that could scarcely think further than the next bounce. Eyes rolled up, lips curled into a half-mad, wide smile, she was panting like the bitch in heat she absolutely was.

Swiftly, the maids swept the snacks off the table and placed them in their inventories. Simultaneously, John picked the set of holes commonly called Lorelei up by her shapely ass. The table he placed her on was completely clean and clear.

The glass swiftly turned wet from the moisture coming from the sex slave’s skin. John took her then and there. Burying her frame under his, half-squatted over the edge of the table, he rutted into her. “YEShh, Massshtaaahhrr… Yesh… Thaaaa-ahnkkk you, Massshtaaahr!” the submissive managed to put together those two phrases between her screams – and nothing else.

Legs tightly wrapped around John’s waist. The clenching was almost enough to slow him, but only almost. He was pounding her every bit as hard as he could give and every bit as hard as she wanted it. In a constant stage of gushing, her cunt added to the wetness of the tabletop.

The wet claps of his groin against her ass and thighs were far from the only noise in the room. Lorelei’s orgasm had been the shot fired that kickstarted the full orgy of the harem. For once, this orgy took on the character not of small to medium groups of interchanging sapphic engagements, but each haremette simply masturbating and moaning feverishly while they watched Lorelei getting a reminder of what she was missing out on.

The screams of the seer were muffled when John pressed his lips on hers. Her outstretched tongue surrendered to his instantly. There was nothing about the set of holes that was not his in these moments. No independent thoughts, no independent actions, no part of her body that was not his to grope and use as he desired.

After several minutes of rutting her like that, John pulled away from the kiss. He took one last look at her, lying on the table. Tits swayed back and forth. Her hips were raised to meet his thrusts at a pleasing angle. The skin on her otherwise flat midriff was mildly wrinkled because of it. ‘Absolutely gorgeous,’ John thought, then pulled out.

“Bwuah?” the cocksleeve created a singular confused, animalistic sound. She had devolved to a level before even syllables and was just communicating intentions with strange grunts. A joyful one accompanied her getting moved on all fours.

John gave her ass a nice smack, triggering another orgasm. He had not even cranked up her sensitivity, she was just that starved for his touch and pleasure. The jiggle hadn’t even settled, that he pressed both of his cocks against her holes. The Master Stud copy of the real thing stretched her sphincter with little issue. The chastity belt allowed for conjured sex toys and John had made good use of that privilege before they had even started.

The cocksleeve shut down all over again. John wondered if her second sight was capable of being interrupted by the same white lightning that filled his when the orgasm was just that good. If it was, he wondered how close she was to being incapable of seeing anything at all.

John would get no answers out of the double-penetrated sex slave. All she could create were blissful grunts and the occasional scream. Pounding her hard from behind, he marvelled at the way her ass rippled under his thrusts. Wave after wave made the ass jiggle. It was restrained compared to the amounts of meat other haremettes had on their backsides, yet shapely and gorgeous all the same.

Bundling her hair together, John forced Lorelei’s head back. “By all means, use her,” he invited everyone around.

No one needed to hear that twice. Everyone rose from their positions on the floor or Couch and joined a tight circle around Lorelei. Like an object of worship, the seer became subject to over a dozen pairs of hands groping and touching her all over. At the front, one at a time, haremettes got their cunts licked by the seer.

John followed the scene with a grin on his face. He kept on fucking the sex slave, not even close to done yet despite the rapid pace. He had plenty of time to make Lorelei shake, tremble and eat out every last one of his haremettes before he finally approached his own orgasm.

Accelerating for the last spurt, then suddenly stopping, John plunged into her depths and fully gave himself to the feeling of relief. It washed over him, making his world spin pleasantly. His previously controlled breathing became a collage of grunts and gasps. Tensing and tensing again, his cocks shot every last drop of cum he had to give in this orgasm into Lorelei’s depths.

When he was done, so was she. Lorelei was tense throughout his release, shouting silently. Eyes rolled up, pussy squirting out love juices, she was locked in raw ecstasy. Then, collapsed on the table. The combination of it all overwhelmed her senses utterly. All of the hands and lips that had caressed her pulled back. Last, John himself pulled out, leaving the grinning, quaking set of holes lying where she was, giggling.

The rest of the day was just one large orgy.