Agent Charles had barely had time to adjust to his new physical appearance before the mysterious Mr J slapped a collar with what he called a 'modulator' on him. Whatever that meant, Charlie knew it was probably bad news. Who was this guy? Brainwashing girls and feminising boys like some sort of crazy (hot... wut?) evil (but low key kinda genius.. wut??) villain! Charli was determined to resist. Urgh but Master has those eyes and that beard and that damn smirk! And he's always like, so dominant and purposeful or whatever. Not for the first time Charchar wondered if things were different if she couldn't see herself being like super attracted to him, like ohmigod!
The first time he called her 'cumkitten' she thought it was like um... whatsit... de.. deemeesomething? Like, not good? But now she'd blush and wiggle because, like, i don't know... she kinda liked it? It made her feel so special!
All the same. It was a surprise to Cumkitten to hear the reply that came out of her own mouth when he asked her once again who she was and who she worked for...
