He can feel, for lack of a better way of putting it, the part in his head where he can feel that Rosy belongs to him. It's a very good part. "I like that you're mine," he responds. "I like it a lot." 

She has her hands a little too full to hold his hand and softly bonk her head against his shoulder, so instead she will just have to smile adoringly at him.

That's okay. He really likes her adoring smiles. 

"Is there... anything you want to try? With this? Possibly after we drop off all of this stuff, first," he adds quickly. For that matter, what does he want to try? He's... not sure. Anything he's thinking of doing at the moment seems like too much to ask (which is dumb, she's his now), but also it's probably the right thing to give her priority. 

"Well. It did occur to me that if you wanted to, you could have me walk back to the house naked, after we put everything away and collect our things."

John blushes a tiny bit (and gets more turned on) "That, um, sounds like fun," he says. "I could..." he trails off. He was about to suggest carrying her clothing and things for her but... maybe it would be better to have her do it? It would be so much hotter to treat her like a servant (or a slave) all the time, now that he can (it's what he should be doing in this position, after all), but asking (ordering!) that feels wrong. He's not sure what to say about it. Rosy would probably go for it. She's probably going to ask about it in a moment even, but he's finding it hard to bring it up on his own (even though he's supposed to). 

"You could...?"

Yup, there it is. "I could, um, ask you to carry all of our stuff back?" He pauses. "I guess I was actually going to say the opposite, offer to carry your clothing back, but then I realized I could do the opposite, and, um, got confused." It seems a very silly thing to be confused by in retrospect. 

"I think it would be very appropriate for you to order me to carry all our things."

"Okay, then, let's, do that." he says. It a little bit feels like taking advantage of her. But in a sense, that's what she wants, right? 

Happy bounce!

Okay, that's, good then.

Should he bring up any other ideas? Maybe not. They're getting pretty close to the Witch Hut anyways. The one he's mostly thinking about probably warrants a bunch of further discussion. He can bring up his silly/selfish ideas another time. Later. 

Here's the Witch Hut, and here is Rosy cheerfully shelving bins and stacking chairs and folding up the hand truck.

John picks up his clothes, and puts them back on, with at least a half an eye on Rosy the whole time (she's hot and naked and she's his slave now, watching her is, well, very enjoyable). (His pants have a bit of trouble getting closed.) He also, after a moment's hesitation, puts his phone in his pocket. Everything else (mostly just her clothes and the book) he deliberately leaves where they are, even if his hands are itching to do something to help out. 

"I love you," she says, heading over to pick up her clothes and his book once she has everything else sorted.

"Uh!-" John makes a noise when he sees her going to pick things up instead of waiting for his order the way he thought she was going to, but quickly cuts himself off. He clearly wasn't clear enough about his intentions. This is fine, it basically accomplishes the same thing. There's no reason to make a fuss about it. 

"—hmm?"

Oh, right, he made a noise. Crap. "Um. Sorry, I just thought I was gonna give you orders about it. But I guess I wasn't clear about that and that's fine. You can just pick stuff up if you want. Sorry." 

"In what universe are you imagining I might object to you wanting to give me orders?"

Well when she puts it like that...

John looks away sheepishly. 

"I didn't mean to interrupt-. I mean. I didn't intend,. I mean. I didn't want to stop-." He sighs. "I don't know what I mean." 

"I guess I should give you the order now?" He feels a bit silly asking, but also like not asking would be a bit too abrupt. 

"Please do."

"Okay." He takes a deep breath. "Please-" No. He shakes off, and tries to occupy the right mindset (which is probably most of what he's been doing wrong here anyways). "Pick up your clothes, but don't wear them. Pick up all of your and my things as well. Carry all of them back to the house, naked." His voice shifted the way he wanted it too as he did that, and also wow giving orders like that turns him on. (Also he can now start to feel what orders feel like when they count, and that's also getting him hard.) He surreptitiously touches himself through his pants as soon as he has a chance when Rosy is facing the other way. Fuck he's looking forward to doing this more. 

"Yes, Master."

She puts his book away in her backpack, and puts on the backpack, but carries her stacked clothes in her arms.

Oh, yeah, she probably could have put have put her clothes in her bag, but this would have less hot than her actually carrying them. Good job Rosy. 

Also, seeing her wearing nothing but her backpack straps like that is weirdly attractive. Reminiscent of the suspenders look that he maybe has thought of on occasion before. (Maybe he should look up more pictures later. Or just have Rosy get clothing and pose. Since he can do that with her now.)

"Hold on a moment," he orders, looking at the pretty slave (hot!!!) in front of him. He takes a moment to cop a feel, running a hand up her stomach and side, gently over the curve of her breast. (Fuck he's hard at the moment. They'll be at the Master Bedroom soon. He can hold on.) 

She stops immediately when he tells her to, and shivers happily when he touches her.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, this is hot. No. Not here. Bedroom. "Alright, get a move on, slave," he says, smacking her butt in a domineering way. Then immediately winces. Was that too much? Was he leaning too much into the mindset? He doesn't want to be an asshole (well, mostly. Not in real life). He glances at Rosy, she's probably going to be fine with this? Does she look like she's fine with this?