"Yes, Master," she says, ducking her head a little because somehow she feels like a fond smile is not the reaction was hoping for and yet a fond smile is the reaction that is happening. It's not that she's not turned on, she definitely is turned on, by the order and by the way she moves so naturally to carry it out, but - it feels like something more is being asked of her, implicitly, by that gesture, and she isn't sure what it is or how to produce it, but regardless she loves him very much.

Okay. Okay. She's not mad at him at all, which is good. But also maybe try not to lean quite so hard into the mindset for things like this, since it didn't seem like she was actively responding to it the way-he-might-have wanted... whatever that means. 

He follows her (since he doesn't know the way as well as she does), trying to get in the proper headspace for the moment, which is hard because of the fact that he was suddenly worried about her. 

Watching her walk nearly naked back to the house is definitely helping, though. Maybe he should touch her again? He knows she likes that (and so does he). 

"Hold up a moment," he says, and waits for her to stop, before coming close behind her and running a hand over her body and cupping her ass and using the other hand to (maybe a bit tentatively) grope her tit just a little. 

"Thank you, Master."

"Good girl," he says, in response to her obvious enjoyment (he doesn't need to treat her like a toy, not now, that's okay), since that's more or less the first thing that pops into his head (he's seen it a lot before). "Alright, keep going," he says, letting her go, a bit reluctantly. 

Normally she would need a second to sort herself out on account of how hot that was, but she just starts walking, because he told her to, and that's also really hot.

It's a pity that John doesn't know what she's thinking, or else he would also find that hot. Alas, he will have to contend himself with enjoying the memory of how she reacted to his touch, the the image of her cute butt walking towards the house, and the sensation of a successful order given, which he is really starting to enjoy. He probably can't keep stopping her every few feet, they'll never get back. "Enjoying everything still?" he asks, suddenly a little self-conscious in the semi-downtime. 

"Very much, yes."

"Oh good." He grins, not that she can see. And then, on a silly whim, "I'm looking forward to enjoying you," he says. And then winces a little. 

"I am also looking forward to you enjoying me!"

John grins some more, and continues to follow her. They should be back pretty soon, hopefully? He, um, definitely wants to fuck her. And soon. Giving her orders about it as they get there is going to be incredible. 

Yeah, the house isn't much farther. It is still very big, and very house.

It is both of those things. He should, probably remember to say the, um, sexy times activation phrase when they get there, so that the house does not burrito him. What was it again? John plays back the memory in his mind. 'Are you ready to serve me?' Right. 

He feels like he should be saying or doing something, but he's not sure what. What would other people (porn examples) be doing here? Degrading the girl, mostly. That's... not really what he's going for. Alternately, telling them what's going to happen? He could try that. "When we get back, I, um," no come on be the person you're supposed to be here. "I'm going to have you take me back up to the Master Bedroom," he says. "And um," fuck. This is feeling kinda lame. "We're going to fuck there?" He didn't intend for it to sound like a question at the end. 

"...I'm very happy about that but, also, are you okay?"

Damnit, why does she always have to be so perceptive. Bleh. "I... guess? I feel like I should be doing something, but I don't know what it is," he admits. "Like I should be saying something to you, but um, usually it's mean stuff, in things I've read? And I'm not supposed to do that with you. And so... I don't know what I'm doing, I guess. Sorry." Fuck, why can't he do this right? 

"I don't think you have to know what you're doing. I think it's enough to be you."

"But it's... our first times," he says, feeling a little silly saying it that way. "It should be good, and memorable. I mean, I guess 'first sex after being enslaved' is pretty memorable on its own. But I don't know, I just want to do things right. And it's not even just that it's our first times, I guess," he adds, words somehow spilling out of him. "It's like... I own you now, more or less, for lack of a better way of putting it." Is that too much? It's probably fine. He added a bunch of extra words at the end she hopefully isn't going to be offended by it. (Is she? No, it's fine.) "So this should... be going well, and not poorly? I guess that doesn't make any sense. I just feel like I should know what to do." 

"I think a certain amount of figuring things out as we go along is to be expected, given that we've never done this before. I've been pretty impressed with our results so far on the figuring-it-out front. And it's really hot that you own me."

"It is really hot that I own you," John agrees, smiling (with a bit of relief). He pauses in thought for a moment. "It's also really hot that I can feel it," he says, "and especially so when I feel my orders go through. Does it, um, also feel good to you, when I do that?" 

"...yeah," she says, blushing a little. "It really really does."

"Oh good," John says with another wide grin. (Fuck it, it'll take them a little longer to get there.) "Stop for a moment," he orders, and waits for Rosy to stop before reaching from behind her to feel her up yet again. He might be groping her a bit harder this time. (Her tits are great to grope, it must be said.) 

She bites her lip to stifle a whimper, and says, "It's really hot when you do that."

"Oh, I completely agree," he says, savoring the feeling of her flesh under his fingers. Flesh (okay that's a weird way of putting it) that he controls now. If he really wanted to, he could make sure he could touch her wherever he wanted, whether she wanted him to or not. (That's the antagonistic framing again, though, he's not supposed to do that.) "I look forward to doing it a lot more." He lets her go. "For now, though, we have, um, plans, more or less. So," he takes a breath. "Take me the rest of the way back to the house, um, slave." He broke a little at the end there, but the command does go through. 

"Yes, Master," she says, smiling a little and also very turned on, none of which stops her from heading briskly toward the house at his command.

And John follows behind! And doesn't interrupt her any further (even if it is a smidge tempting) until they get there. 

Here is the house, and here are the overgrown vegetable gardens, and here is the back door into the basement, and here are the big fancy stairs up out of the basement.