It lifeways feels good when he hears her say that. "Mine," he says back, grinning, kissing her softly on her face again. (He probably should stop lying on top of her at some point, but she doesn't seem to be complaining, so it's probably fine for now.) 

Complain? Quite the opposite.

"Yours. Your happy, loving slave."

Okay, that gets a full kiss from him, as well as he can manage it. (He might need to use his hands to reposition her face a little bit to do it, but he's pretty sure he won't mind.) He lingers, lips pressed hard against hers, for several seconds, before gently releasing. "My slave," he agrees. 

Mmmmm, kisses. She smiles adoringly up at him and lets out a contented sigh.

John grins back, then gently rests on top of her once more. It's nice, being here, with Rosy, with his slave, who he just had sex with (and took the virginity of, fuck, also he forgot to make her beg for that, he needs to stop thinking about that, it's fine, it was good, (it was), and also lost his own virginity (sweet)). Despite whatever else he might be worried about or thinking, this is comforting and nice. (And still a little bit hot. He's still inside her. That's hot. (Though he should probably stop being inside her at some point?))

No Thoughts Only Coze.

Well, if she's blissed out (essentially), John has no reason to do the same. He nuzzles her just a little, out of happy affection, and rests on top of her, trying to drive all of the vague concerned thoughts from his mind, and dwell on the fun and hot ones instead. (Due to being on top of a hot girl who is literally (though slightly complicated) his mind controlled slave, he mostly succeeds.) 

After a few minutes, he will start to get uncomfortable, though, and starts to wonder how he can safely pull out of Rosy without accidentally screwing up the condom somehow. (They didn't cover this in health class, that he can remember. Maybe it's as easy as just... sliding out?) John pulls back from Rosy a little, to see what happens. 

Just sliding out seems to work okay! Also his mind-controlled slave is gazing adoringly at him.

Oh, well, good then. He smiles a little shyly back at her, and shifts to try to get a good angle on his condom-covered dick, so he can see what's going on there. And probably dispose of it. 

She loves him so much. It's a good thing no one can read her thoughts or surely it would be getting repetitive by now, hearing that one all the time.

"Need any help, Master?"

Right. Help. (Even though he should be able to handle this himself. But she belongs to him now, so he doesn't have to.) "Oh, um, maybe?" There's a shriveled up thing of rubber or plastic or latex or whatever condoms are made out of, still attached to his dick. There's a large, um, reservoir underneath it, full of a familiar whitish liquid. He doesn't really want to spill it in the bed, it'll be icky. (It's already kindof icky.) 

She sits up and kisses him, and then inspects the situation and deftly extracts the ooze balloon, tying it up so it doesn't spill. "I'll just go throw this out, shall I?"

"Yes, please," he says gratefully, looking slightly squeamishly at the blob of goo inside the rubber. After a moment he realizes that he could have made that an order (and didn't), and he could make it an order now if he wanted. But it seems... wrong, to use that for this. So he says nothing. 

She traipses cheerfully off to find the garbage and then climbs back into bed and snuggles up.

Rosy snuggles are cozy snuggles. He wraps an arm around her and snuggles her and breathes a sigh of gentle happiness. 

She nuzzles his shoulder. "I love you."

John... still feels complicated about that. Now seems like it should be the right time to say it back (or before, when she said it in the first place...) but also he doesn't know if he feels that way yet. (Maybe he does? Possibly this is what just-having-had-sex feels like, though. (Just-having-had-sex feels great.))"I'm glad," he says, and kisses her softly on the top of her head. "I'm really glad," he adds, since the simple reply doesn't seem enough. "Really, truly, very very glad." 

Just-having-had-sex does feel great. And so do snuggles. And soft top-of-head kisses. And mind control. Everything is just pretty great right now. Cozy happy wiggles.

John grins, and kisses the top of her head again. "That was... really good," he says, despite the bits of things he wished he'd done nibbling at his thoughts a little. He mentally tries to shoo them away. "It was, um, good for you too, right? Even though it was pretty quick?" 

"It was wonderful," she says dreamily, pillowing her head on his shoulder.

Oh, good. "I'm glad," he says, running his fingers through her hair and down her back. Rosy's hair actually feels really nice running through his fingers. He does it again. 

She makes a cozy little chirp of joy.

Well, that's adorable. 

Does she do it again if he does it again? (Only one way to find out!) 

She does, and then laughs at herself and snuggles closer.

Well, then John will wrap both his arms around her and kiss her neck and nuzzle into it. 

"And um, being my, um, slave, is still going well, it seems like, right?" he asks.