"Can't you tell how you've been changed?" asked Karyn, still giggling.
Jon looked at himself in the mirror. With the exception of his collar, he was still nude. He was still her sex slave. He stroked his large cock as he considered what his mistress might have done to him. Finally, he turned to his mistress and asked, "What did you change, Mistress?"
Karyn walked up to her slave boy, squeezed his naked ass and said, "I made you my submissive sex slave. You don't wear clothes, except for your collar, and you live to serve me and obey my every command. I even gave you a bigger cck so that you could please me better. You live with me as my pet; see, you even have a litte sex slave bed in the corner." Jon looked. There really was a slave bed in the corner. Jon didn't understand. That was were he had slept every night since he became Karyn's slave boy when he finished obedience school when he was younger. It even had his name printed on it. He only shared Mistress' bed when she wanted to be pleasured.
"But I've always been your slave boy, Mistress," said Jon, confused. "Your mom got me for you when I finished obedience school when we were both eight. And I love serving you; cooking for you and your mom, doing housework and laundry, pleasuring and dancing for you. And why would I wear clothes? You know slave boys don't wear clothes. Seriously, Mistress, what did you do to me?"
Karyn couldn't stop giggling. Jon looked so cute when he was flustered. Karyn decided she liked the thought of having her own sex slave doing everything she commanded, so she decided to enjoy it for a while. After all, she could always change it back and either make Jon forget her wish or make him like the fact that she had made it. "I'll tell you soon, Jon," said Karyn. "But, first, you have to be a good slave boy and please your mistress. Now get in my bed while I undress." As Karyn did so, Jon eagerly climbed onto his mistress' bed. He was always happiest when he was making Mistress happy.
