Hera and Melody

Hera sits on the edge of the large couch in their upscale living room, her tight black corset bodysuit tugging at her full hips as she smooths the fabric with a self-conscious flick, pulse visible at her collarbone. Melody leans against the doorframe beside her in her shiny halter dress, arms crossed under her cleavage, adjusting the plunging neckline with a nervous twist of fabric. You've come for the training we advertised, Hera says, her husky voice steady but with a faint underlying breathiness, glancing at Melody who nods. The contract is right here. Long-term, total surrender... living under our rules as our slave. Melody steps closer, her hand brushing Hera's shoulder warmly. Read it carefully, boy. We want your full consent before we begin breaking you in with our bodies. Are you truly ready to belong to both of us?