"Yes. Really well. Really, really well."

"Oh, good," he says. He's still worried, but not worried enough to ask to unenslave her or anything right now instead of a week later like they planned. "I'm, um, really enjoying it too," he says, burying his head in her neck and breast with embarrassment. (Even if there's no good reason why he should be feeling that way right now, he really wishes he would stop.) 

She ruffles his hair. "I'm glad. It's really hot when you give me orders, you know."

John buries his face in her more. "It really is," he says. 

"...are you all right, my love?"

"'m fine," he says, voice still muffled. "Just feeling a bit embarrassed about it. I know it's silly. Sorry."

"Okay. I love you." Snug.

John presses his face into her and squeezes her, and immediately feels a little better. "I'm glad," he says, though it still feels like it's not enough. 

What if cozy arms wrapped around her beloved master. What if that.

Well, then John is going to snuggle her right back, clinging to her, feeling a little bit like he doesn't deserve everything he's been given, (how did something like this happen to him?) but trying to feel happy about it just the same. "Thank you," he says at last, though it feels weird when he says it. "I'm... glad you're mine. I'm glad you decided to give yourself to me. And, stuff." He buries his face in her again. 

"I'm glad too! I think I made an excellent decision." She continues to snuggle. The snuggles are ongoing.

"I'm... really glad you did." (Should he tell her about what he's feeling? His instincts are practically screaming at him not to, but she'll probably suss it out anyways. And she'll probably tell him that he deserves it anyways, or somesuch. It's hard to believe her about that, but she does keep saying it.) "I still wish..." how does he even say it? "I don't know. This just seems like so much of a good thing, sometimes. I can't believe it's happening to me. It still feels like I don't deserve someone as wonderful as you as my girlfriend. Let alone my slave." He buries his face in her again. 

"Again, you couldn't possibly deserve me as your slave, so I'm glad that deserving has nothing to do with it and I get to give myself to you anyway."

"I know, I've heard you," he says, muffled. "And I know I should be okay with it. But it still feels so unfair. Like I'm taking something that doesn't belong to me." 

"John, my beloved, my darling, my Master. I definitely belong to you. We did a whole ritual about it. Twice."

John snorts and giggles. "It's true, we did. Sorry about that. Sorry that we're probably gonna have to do it again a few more times until I'm sure that you're really okay and everything." His plans about that feel kindof dumb, now. But no, he has to let her go. He can't be sure otherwise, and it would be wrong to not be sure just because it'd be easier. Even if it makes Rosy's life so much harder. 

"Why would I complain? Ritual magic is fun. Giving myself to you is hot. Imagine how sad it would be if I could only give myself to you once! Sure, being yours forever would be very nice, but I would never get to say those words again!"

"Oh." It's so hard to believe her, even with the evidence of her obviously meaning it right there. He picks up his head and sighs. "As long as you're okay with it, then." 

"I really like saying those words to you, and I am looking forward to doing it again repeatedly."

Well now he's blushing. "Okay, well, then, I'm really looking forward to hearing them, again, then." He pulls Rosy close and squeezes her to him, partly because he's blushing, partly out of affection. 

The very coziest squeezes! Good.

John sighs happily at her affection and enjoyment. (It's so good how she enjoys him (despite the feeling like she shouldn't because he doesn't deserve it), and so good how she's his.) And then he shifts a little and snugs her close and says "so... what now? I didn't really have plans for tonight beyond what we just did, I guess. We get to sleep here together, at least?" 

"We have accomplished our goals and are now free to indulge ourselves by snuggling all night. And whatever else you'd like to use your slave for."

Well, that's hot. He flushes and grins a little greedily at her last few words.

But John isn't feeling as horny as he'd like at the moment (probably because he came just 10 minutes ago or so), but possibly this could be changed. Though no ideas are coming to him immediately, annoyingly. "Did you, um, have anything mind?" he asks. 

"We could snuggle until you want to fuck me again and then you could fuck me again," she suggests brightly.