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That shouldn’t have been so hard to get out, but I’d struggled.

Then I made the smart choice and stuck with moans.

Words were too hard to keep track of when he was caressing the conditioner through my hair. There just wasn’t another way to describe what he was doing to me and that was before another limb or three started rubbing bodywash over me.

My dick couldn’t seem to decide if it was supposed to be relaxing or getting excited, and my brain was having a similar debate about subspace. Master didn’t mind my confusion, though. Based on what seemed to be a laugh as he teased the head of my dick, he seemed to be enjoying it.

“Humans are delightful.” He gave the half-hard and confused toy a squeeze. “You have so many interesting features. You are curious and enjoy erotic pleasures. You even have a variety of foods to consume based on cultural regions.”

Hmm.

That was basically humans in a nutshell.

Stupidly horny.

Dangerously curious.

And we’d eat nearly anything as long as it seemed interesting.

When I looked at it from that perspective, I wondered how we hadn’t killed ourselves eating something stupid yet or just poking the wrong animal.

Humans should’ve never made it past the smart monkeys with tools stage of our development.

But as I moaned, I told myself I’d tell him about my weird thoughts later. I didn’t have quite enough working brain cells at the moment to do anything else. Master was killing them off one by one as he got me squeaky clean and I was down to just a handful of working cells when one tentacle slipped inside me.

And there they went.

And there I went.

My dick had decided it was going to play, after all.

“Master.” With anyone else, having fun in the tub would’ve been stupid, but when my legs went wobbly, Master wrapped one tentacle firmly around my waist.

It was helpful, which I appreciated since I didn’t want to die in the tub, but it was also sending more confusing signals to my dick.

He liked us being tied up.

I liked that he liked us being tied up.

Master liked that we were all enjoying ourselves too.

“You are very receptive, my submissive.” His voice was deeper or rougher somehow and that made everything even better. Between making Master happy and getting all kinds of happy myself, I was loving bath time.

This was definitely a do-again adventure.

“Let us make sure you are well-tended and ready for sleep.” The tentacle currently fucking me was pulsing and teasing my prostate like some kind of toy, making it clear what he meant by well-tended. “Humans require sufficient amounts of exercise to sleep soundly.”

I loved exercise.

I loved vibrating tentacles.

And I loved having a Master who was strong enough to keep me upright when the dry orgasm he sent rocketing through me tried to take my knees out.

Best first date ever.

Chapter 9

I was stuck.

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