Thomas leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on the glowing monitor. A Reddit thread dominated the screen: "Did Pokimane just ORGASM on stream?! WTF happened last night?!" The upvote count sat at over fifteen thousand. The comment section was filled with activity.
"Bro, I watched the clip like 20 times, she was definitely cumming"
"That collar said FUCKDOLL I'm not making this up"
"Poki's into some WILD shit apparently lmaooo"
"Why was this the hottest stream I've ever seen?"
Lily shifted on his lap. She wore an oversized pink sweater that slid off one shoulder as she nuzzled against his neck. White stockings and a short white mini skirt adorned her legs. "Master, look at this one," she said sweetly, pushing a video on her phone to him. "Someone made a compilation of all Poki's moans. It has half a million views already."
Under the desk, Rae's mouth worked diligently around his cock, her tongue swirling as the conversation continued above her. She'd been there for twenty minutes without complaint, just serving.
Poki stood at his side in her black lace bralette and tight booty shorts, her "Fuckdoll" collar gleaming as she leaned in to read the comments. "They can't stop talking about it," she said proudly. "Master, I'm trending number one worldwide on Twitter."
Thomas reached out, his hand sliding over Poki's hip. "You did perfectly. Exactly what I wanted."
She melted visibly at the praise. "Thank you, Master."
Lily giggled, scrolling through another thread. "Everyone's so jealous of you, Poki. Look at these comments."
Rae surfaced briefly from under the desk, lips glistening. "The clips are everywhere. You're basically famous for this now." Then she ducked back down without needing to be told.
Thomas clicked to another tab, a Discord server analysing every second of the stream. Screenshots, timestamps, wild speculation. The attention was exactly what they'd cultivated.
"Look at this tweet," Poki said, pointing to one with over a hundred thousand likes. It was a screenshot of her face mid-orgasm, captioned: "Pokimane really said 'content' and gave us EVERYTHING."
"They have no idea how good it felt," Poki murmured, touching her collar absently. "Being watched like that, Master. Knowing thousands of people were seeing me lose control."
"That's because you're a natural exhibitionist," Thomas said calmly. "You were made for this."
Poki shivered at his words.
Lily shifted on his lap again, her bell jingling. "Master, what about Tina? Isn't she supposed to be here soon?"
Poki checked her phone. "Yeah, in about an hour. For the podcast recording." Earlier in the week, Poki and Lily had spent the time moving the studio for their podcast called Sweet n Sour to the mansion. It had taken a lot of time, but it was definitely worth it. Thomas had already sat in on a recording.
"Did she say anything to you about the stream?" Lily asked.
Poki laughed, pulling up her messages. "Oh, she responded. A lot." She showed them the screen:
"POKI ARE YOU OKAY???"
"What was that stream omg"
"Everyone is talking about it"
"Please tell me you're safe. I'm seriously worried"
"Call me when you can"
Lily read the texts and giggled. "She seems really worried."
"She says she's worried," Poki corrected with a smirk. She tapped her phone, pulling up the Twitch analytics. "But the backend shows she watched the stream live, then replayed the VOD five more times. Six total."
Lily's eyes widened. "Six times?!"
Rae pulled off Thomas's cock, wiping her mouth. "So she's not worried. She's curious."
"More than curious," Poki said. "Look at the timestamps. She was texting me while rewatching it."
Thomas considered this, his hand stroking Poki's back. "What did you tell her?"
"Just that I was fine and I'd explain when she got here," Poki said. "She thinks she's coming to record the podcast, but..."
"But she's really coming to investigate," Lily finished.
"Exactly."
Rae looked up from under the desk. "What do you want us to do, Master? Should we pretend to be normal?"
"No," Thomas said simply. "You'll do what you always do. Be yourselves. Host the podcast like normal. Don't hide anything, but don't perform for her either. Let her see the dynamic naturally."
"And if she's uncomfortable?" Lily asked.
"She won't be," Thomas said. "She watched Poki's stream six times. She's not uncomfortable. She's intrigued." He paused. "Her curiosity will do the work. Just let her see what life here is really like."
Poki's eyes lit up with excitement. "So we just act normal?"
"Exactly. Be welcoming. Be friendly. Be yourselves."
Rae smirked from under the desk. "This is going to be fun."
Thomas glanced at the time. "You have about forty-five minutes. You two get the podcast studio ready. Make sure everything looks perfect." He gestured to the security camera feeds on another monitor. "I'll be watching through the cameras."
Lily slid off his lap with a soft kiss to his cheek, her bell chiming. "Yes, Master."
Poki squeezed his hand. "Thank you, Master."
Both girls headed toward the door, their collars glinting.
Rae stayed on her knees under the desk, her mouth returning to his cock without hesitation. Thomas ran his fingers through her hair approvingly as she resumed her worship, her tongue working with devoted precision.
He turned back to the monitor, pulling up the camera feed for the front entrance. Empty for now. But soon, Tina would walk through that door, completely unaware of how deeply her fascination would pull her in.
Thomas leaned back in his chair, Rae's warm mouth continuing its steady rhythm below.
Everything was going exactly according to plan.
An hour later, the doorbell chimed through the mansion.
Poki and Lily exchanged excited glances in the entryway, both having spent the last forty-five minutes meticulously preparing the podcast studio. Poki smoothed down her tight black booty shorts and adjusted her bralette before opening the door, her "Fuckdoll" collar sitting snugly around her throat.
Tina stood on the doorstep, and the moment she saw Poki, her face lit up with relief. She looked adorable in her pastel lavender tube top and light blue denim shorts, her hair falling naturally around her shoulders. "Poki!" she said, stepping forward for a hug. "Oh my god, I'm so glad you're okay!"
Poki wrapped her arms around Tina warmly, laughing. "Of course I'm okay! Why wouldn't I be?"
"Because-" Tina pulled back, her brow furrowing in that concerned way that made her look even cuter. She lowered her voice. "That stream, Poki. Everyone's been talking about it. The clips are everywhere. I just... I needed to make sure you were safe."
Lily appeared in the doorway beside Poki, and Tina's eyes widened slightly. Lily's oversized pink sweater had slipped dramatically off one shoulder, exposing smooth pale skin and the thin strap of her bra. The white pleated skirt she wore was short, way shorter than anything Tina had ever seen Lily wear before. It barely covered the tops of the white thigh-high stockings beneath.
"Tina! You made it!" Lily said with that sweet, innocent smile of hers, throwing her arms around Tina in an enthusiastic hug. "We've been so excited for you to come over!"
Tina hugged her back, but her mind was racing. Lily was usually so modest. This outfit was... revealing. Cute, yes, but undeniably sexy in a way that felt completely out of character.
"Hi, Lily," Tina said, pulling back with a slightly uncertain smile. "It's good to see you."
"Come in, come in!" Poki said brightly, stepping aside. "Welcome to the mansion!"
Tina stepped inside, and immediately her concerns about the stream were momentarily forgotten. Her jaw dropped.
The entryway was stunning, with high ceilings, modern lighting fixtures, and polished marble floors that gleamed under the sunlight streaming through massive windows. A grand staircase curved elegantly upward to the second floor. Expensive-looking art hung on the walls, and everything felt open, airy, and impossibly luxurious.
"Oh wow," Tina breathed, spinning slowly to take it all in. Her eyes were huge, her expression one of pure awe. "This place is insane. How did you guys even find this?"
"Come on, Tina, you know me, I have connections, pretty amazing, right?" Poki said with a mysterious little smile, closing the door behind them.
"Pretty amazing?" Tina echoed, still staring around like she'd walked into a dream. "Poki, this looks like something out of a celebrity's Instagram. How do you even afford this place?"
Lily's eyes sparkled with mischief as she swayed slightly, making her bell on the collar chime. "We have a very generous arrangement," she said sweetly.
Tina's brow furrowed. "What kind of arrangement?"
Poki looped her arm through Tina's before she could press further, guiding her deeper into the mansion. "Come on, let me give you the quick tour on the way to the studio. You're going to love the setup we have for the podcast."
They walked through the main living area, a sprawling open space with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a pristine backyard with a sparkling pool. Plush couches were arranged around a massive flat-screen TV. Everything screamed wealth and comfort.
"This is where we usually hang out," Lily explained, gesturing around with that innocent enthusiasm of hers.
"It's gorgeous," Tina said, still staring around. She looked like a kid in a candy store, her eyes bright with wonder. "I feel like I'm in someone's dream house."
"It kind of is," Poki said, grinning.
As they continued down a hallway lined with ambient lighting and more beautiful art, Tina kept sneaking glances at Poki and Lily. Specifically, what they were wearing.
Poki's black lace bralette left almost nothing to the imagination, and those booty shorts were tight. Like, barely-covering-anything tight. And Lily... sweet, shy Lily who usually hid herself in oversized clothes... it was all so different.
And then there were the collars. Tina's eyes kept flicking to them. Black leather with metal tags that caught the light. They weren't fashion accessories. They looked real. Functional. Purposeful.
"So," Tina said carefully, trying to sound casual as they walked, "you guys really live here? Like, full-time?"
"Yep!" Lily said cheerfully, her bell jingling with each step. "It's been a while already now. Best decision I ever made, honestly."
"And Rae lives here too, right?"
"She does," Poki confirmed. "You'll probably see her later. She's around somewhere."
Tina nodded slowly, her mind working through everything. "And... what about the guy? Thomas? The one who won the giveaway?"
Poki's smile widened just a fraction, her eyes lighting up in a way that made Tina's stomach flip. "He lives here, too. You'll meet him at lunch. He's really excited to meet you, actually."
"He is?" Tina's voice went up slightly, her cheeks flushing. She had heard exactly what the lucky fan who had won the giveaway would be getting. She couldn't deny that it had intrigued her a lot at the time, and well, clearly, whoever it was, they were really enjoying their power over her friends.
"Of course!" Lily said, her tone so genuine and sweet. "Poki and I talk about you all the time. He's heard so much about your art and your streams. He thinks you're really talented!"
Tina flushed deeper, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Oh. That's... that's really nice, I guess."
They turned a corner and arrived at a door with a small custom plaque: Sweet N Sour Studio. Poki pushed it open with a flourish. "Ta-da!"
Tina stepped inside and gasped, her hands flying to her mouth.
The podcast studio was professional. Soundproof foam lined the walls in sleek patterns. Three high-quality microphones were positioned around a polished wooden table, each with pop filters and adjustable arms. Ring lights and a camera were angled perfectly. Monitors displayed recording software. Custom Sweet N Sour posters hung on the walls.
"This is..." Tina trailed off, walking slowly into the room, her eyes huge and shining. "This is incredible. You guys have a whole studio in your house?"
"Isn't it the best?" Lily said, practically glowing with pride as she spun in a little circle, her skirt flaring and her bell chiming. "We can record whenever we want here!"
Poki leaned against the table, crossing her arms with satisfaction. "We figured if we're going to do this seriously, we might as well do it right."
Tina ran her hand along the edge of the table reverently, her expression one of genuine awe. "I can't believe this. You guys are living the dream."
"We really are," Poki said softly, and there was something deep and genuine in her voice.
Lily moved to one of the chairs, her movements light and graceful as she adjusted the microphone. "Okay, so we'll do our usual intro, banter, then we can just talk about whatever feels natural. Sound good?"
"Yeah, sounds perfect," Tina said, setting her bag down and pulling out her phone to silence it.
She settled into one of the chairs, and Poki and Lily took their usual spots. They adjusted mics, tested audio levels, and pulled up the recording software.
And that's when Tina's eyes landed on the collars again. She bit her lip, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her tube top.
"So, um," she started hesitantly, her voice small and uncertain. She gestured vaguely toward their necks. "Are you guys... are you going to wear those for the recording?"
Poki and Lily both glanced down at their collars, then at each other. A beat of understanding passed between them before they both started laughing, Poki's confident and knowing, Lily's soft and almost bashful.
"Oh my gosh, I totally forgot we still had them on," Poki said, reaching up to unclasp her "Fuckdoll" collar. Her fingers moved over the leather and metal tag with careful reverence before she leaned to the side, placing it gently on a small shelf just out of the camera's view.
Lily did the same, her expression almost reluctant as she removed her "Puppyslut" collar. The bell gave one last soft chime before she set it beside Poki's, also off-camera. "Yeah, we should probably keep it PG for the podcast," she said with a shy giggle. "Master wouldn't want us showing off too much on camera without his permission. Not yet, anyway."
Tina stared at the spot where the collars had disappeared, her cheeks flushed pink. "Right," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah. That makes sense."
Poki caught Tina's gaze and gave her a warm, reassuring smile. "Don't worry. We'll explain everything later if you want. But for now..." She leaned forward and hit the record button. "Let's make a great episode."
Tina nodded, forcing herself to focus. But her mind kept drifting back to those collars and to the word Lily had said so casually. Master.
The recording itself went smoothly, almost too smoothly.
Once the cameras were on, Poki and Lily slipped effortlessly into their professional streamer personas. They were bubbly, funny, engaging, the perfect podcast hosts. The conversation flowed naturally through familiar territory: recent streaming drama, dealing with online criticism, finding the balance between authenticity and boundaries, and the challenges and rewards of content creation. Tina played her part as the guest, sharing stories about her process and her own experiences in the streaming world, laughing at the right moments and offering thoughtful commentary when prompted.
On the surface, it was just three friends recording a podcast episode. Nothing unusual. Nothing scandalous.
But anyone watching closely, or anyone sitting in Tina's chair, would have noticed the subtext.
Every time Poki or Lily mentioned "exploring boundaries" and "not being afraid to show your true self," her eyes would flicker toward the shelf where the collars sat just out of frame. During a segment about finding happiness even when it goes against societal expectations, Tina shifted in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her top.
And beneath it all, there was an energy, a tension, that had nothing to do with the podcast content and everything to do with the unspoken questions hanging in the air.
The hour passed quickly.
"Okay, and that's a wrap!" Poki said brightly, reaching forward to stop the recording. The monitors went dark, and the audio software displayed the completed file. "That was great, you guys. Tina, you were perfect."
"Yeah, that felt really natural," Lily added with her sweet smile. "Our listeners are going to love this episode."
Tina exhaled, some of the tension leaving her shoulders. "Thanks. That was actually really fun. I forgot how much I enjoy doing podcasts."
"We should have you on more often," Poki said, standing and stretching. "You're welcome anytime."
But before Tina could respond, both Poki and Lily turned almost in unison toward the shelf. Without hesitation, without even discussing it, they reached for their collars.
Poki brought the collar to her throat with an expression that could only be described as relief. She fastened the clasp with practised ease, adjusting it until it sat perfectly against her skin. The moment it was secure, her entire posture seemed to relax, like she'd been holding her breath and could finally exhale.
Lily did the same with her collar, the little bell chiming softly as she clasped it around her neck. She touched it gently, almost reverently, and smiled, a small, private smile that spoke of comfort and belonging.
Tina watched the whole thing, her heart pounding in her chest. They put the collars back on like they were the most natural thing in the world. Like they'd been missing them during the recording. Like wearing them was more comfortable than not.
Poki caught Tina staring and grinned. "Sorry, it just feels weird not having it on, you know?"
Lily nodded, her fingers still absently touching her collar. "Yeah. I don't like being without it for too long."
Tina opened her mouth, then closed it. A dozen questions fought for space on her tongue, but she couldn't quite bring herself to ask any of them. Not yet.
"So!" Poki said brightly, breaking the moment. "You hungry? We were thinking of having lunch. You should stay, we'd love for you to see everyone properly."
Tina hesitated. Part of her wanted to leave, to process everything she'd seen and heard. But a bigger part., a part she almost didn't want to acknowledge, was desperately curious.
"Yeah," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah, I'd like that."
Lily's face lit up, her bell jingling as she bounced excitedly. "Yay! You're going to love it. Come on, let's go to the dining room."
Poki led the way through the mansion's hallways, and Tina followed behind, her heart beating a little faster with every turn. The dining room was just ahead, and she could already hear voices, laughter, and the clinking of plates.
When they entered, Tina's breath caught. The dining room was beautiful, with large windows letting in natural light and a polished wooden table set with casual elegance. Platters of sandwiches, fresh fruit, and sides were arranged in the centre, clearly prepared with care.
Rae was already there, leaning against the counter in her tiny white crop top and tight black yoga shorts, her "Cumdump" collar gleaming around her neck. She looked up as they entered, and her face lit up. "Tina!" she said warmly, moving forward to hug her. "It's so good to see you!"
"Hey, Rae," Tina said, hugging her back. Her voice came out a little breathless, and she couldn't help but notice the collar around Rae's throat as they pulled apart. Just like Poki's. Just like Lily's. The leather looked worn in, comfortable, like it had been there for a while. "It's been a while."
"Too long," Rae said with a grin, squeezing her shoulders. "I'm glad you finally came to visit the mansion. Poki's been talking about getting you here forever."
"I made sandwiches for everyone," Rae added, gesturing to the spread on the table. "Nothing fancy, but I figured we'd keep it casual."
"It looks great," Tina said sincerely, though her hands were fidgeting with the hem of her tube top. Her mind was still spinning from everything she'd seen so far: the mansion, the outfits, the collars, the way everyone seemed so comfortable with it all.
And then he walked in.
Thomas entered the dining room with an ease that commanded attention without effort. Dark jeans that fit perfectly, a black fitted t-shirt that stretched across his broad shoulders and chest, he looked casual, but there was something about his presence that made the room feel smaller. More focused. Like gravity had shifted slightly in his direction.
Tina's breath hitched.
"You must be Tina," he said, his voice warm and welcoming as he extended a hand. "Nice to finally meet you. I'm Thomas."
Tina's hand was trembling slightly as she reached out to shake his. His grip was firm, confident, and his eyes, dark and steady, held hers just long enough to make her pulse quicken. Her palm felt sweaty against his. "Hi," she managed, her voice coming out softer and more nervous than she intended. "It's nice to meet you, too."
"Poki and Lily talk about you all the time," Thomas said with an easy smile that made her stomach flip. "They showed me some of your streams. You're really talented."
Tina flushed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear with her free hand. "Oh, um, thank you. That's really nice of you to say." She was acutely aware of how her voice sounded, small, uncertain, nothing like the confident personas Poki and Rae projected.
"I mean it," Thomas said simply, and something about the sincerity in his tone made her believe him.
"Okay, everyone, sit!" Rae announced, pulling out a chair with a flourish. "Let's eat the food already! I'm hungry."
They all settled around the table, Thomas at the head, Poki and Lily on one side, Rae and Tina on the other. The atmosphere was relaxed, friendly, like a group of friends sharing a meal. But Tina couldn't shake the awareness of the dynamic beneath it all. The way the three girls oriented themselves toward Thomas. The way they moved with a certain grace, a certain awareness of his presence.
Thomas reached for one of the sandwich platters, and before he even asked, Poki was already handing him a plate. Her movements were smooth, practised. "Here, Master," she said with a smile that looked genuinely happy.
"Thank you, Poki," he said, his hand brushing hers briefly as he took the plate.
Tina's eyes tracked the movement. The casual touch. The way Poki's smile widened at the contact.
"So, Tina," Thomas said, his attention turning to her as he took a bite of his sandwich. His gaze was steady, but not intimidating. Interested. "What kind of content do you usually stream?"
"Oh, um," Tina said, her fingers fidgeting with her napkin in her lap. She felt like she was being studied, but not unkindly. "Mostly just chatting streams, I guess. Sometimes I'll play cosy games, sometimes games like Valorant or Rust. That kind of thing. And I do art streams where I draw while talking to chat occasionally." Her words came out in a bit of a rush, like she was afraid of leaving dead air.
"That sounds really nice," Lily said sweetly, taking a bite of her sandwich. "Your streams always have such a chill vibe. It's really comforting."
"Yeah," Rae added, leaning forward slightly. "Your community is so wholesome. They adore you, Tina."
Tina laughed softly, her cheeks warming. "They're really sweet. I'm lucky." She picked at the crust of her sandwich, not quite meeting anyone's eyes.
"Do you ever think about branching out?" Thomas asked, his tone curious rather than pushy. He leaned back slightly in his chair, completely at ease. "Trying different content?"
Tina hesitated, biting her lip. "I mean... maybe? I've thought about it. But I don't know. I like keeping things kind of wholesome, you know?" She glanced up at him, then quickly away. "It feels... safer."
Poki and Lily exchanged a glance, and Poki grinned. "We used to think like that, too."
"And now look at you," Rae teased, nudging Poki with her elbow. There was something affectionate in the gesture, something sisterly.
Thomas chuckled, and the sound was warm, almost affectionate. "Everyone finds their own path. There's no right or wrong way to create content." He paused, taking another bite. "What matters is that it feels authentic to you."
"Poki, could you grab me some water?" Thomas asked casually, not even looking up from his plate.
"Of course, Master," Poki said immediately, standing smoothly and moving to the kitchen without a moment's hesitation.
Tina watched the exchange, her heart skipping a beat. The way Poki responded, so automatic, so eager, it was like she'd been waiting for him to ask. It brought her joy to do it.
Lily giggled softly, her bell jingling as she leaned toward Thomas with a playful smile. "Should we put on our maid uniforms for this? Make it more official?"
Rae snorted, grinning. "Oh god, yes. Full service mode."
Thomas smirked, shaking his head with amusement. "I think you're distracting our guest enough as it is."
"We're not that distracting," Lily said innocently, though her eyes sparkled with mischief. She reached over and let her fingers brush against Thomas's arm lightly.
Tina's face was burning. She stared down at her plate, her hands gripping her napkin tightly in her lap. She didn't know where to look. The teasing, the casual touches, the way they all seemed so comfortable with each other, it was overwhelming.
Poki returned with a glass of water, setting it down carefully in front of Thomas. "Here you go, Master."
"Thank you," he said, his hand briefly touching her wrist in what seemed like an unconscious gesture of appreciation.
Poki practically glowed, her whole posture straightening with pride.
Tina swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry.
"So," Thomas said, turning his attention back to Tina with that same steady gaze, "Poki mentioned you watched her stream the other night."
Tina nearly choked on the bite of sandwich she'd just taken. Her eyes went wide, and she coughed, reaching quickly for her own water. Her face flushed deep red as she looked at Poki, who just grinned knowingly.
"Y-Yeah," Tina stammered once she'd recovered, her voice small and uncertain. "I saw it. Everyone did."
"And what did you think?" Thomas asked. His tone was genuinely curious, not teasing or judgmental. Just... interested.
Tina's mouth opened and closed. Her fingers twisted the napkin in her lap. "I... I was worried," she said finally, though even she could hear how unconvincing it sounded.
Rae raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "You watched it six times because you were worried?"
Tina's face went scarlet. She felt like the room was suddenly a hundred degrees hotter. "I- Poki told you that?"
Poki laughed, not unkindly, reaching over to pat Tina's hand. "The VOD analytics don't lie, girl."
Lily reached over from her side and squeezed Tina's other hand gently, her expression soft and understanding. "It's okay. You don't have to explain. Really."
Thomas's expression remained calm and thoughtful. There was something warm in his eyes, something that made Tina feel like he understood more than she was saying. "The stream was intentional," he said carefully. "Poki wanted to do it. She loved every second of it."
"I really did," Poki said, her voice soft but certain. She looked at Tina directly, her expression open and honest. "It felt amazing, Tina. Being watched like that. Knowing thousands of people were seeing me exactly as I am. No filters. No pretending."
Tina swallowed hard, her throat tight. She couldn't find words.
"We've been planning a lot of content like that," Rae said, leaning forward with enthusiasm. "Collaborations, creative projects. Stuff that pushes boundaries but feels authentic. Real."
"There's so much we want to do," Lily added, her voice bright with excitement. "Photoshoots, streams, videos, it's like we have this whole playground to explore now. And we get to do it together."
"And you're welcome here anytime," Thomas said, his gaze steady and sincere as it rested on Tina. "If you ever want to visit, record more podcasts, or just hang out, you're always welcome. No pressure. Just an open door."
Tina felt something twist in her chest. Part of her wanted to run, to get in her car and process everything alone. But another part, a bigger part, if she was being honest, wanted to stay. To see more. To understand what this all meant.
"Thank you," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. Her hands were still trembling slightly in her lap. "That's... that's really kind of you."
Thomas smiled, and it was genuine. "We take care of our friends."
Lily leaned closer to Thomas, resting her head briefly on his shoulder in an affectionate gesture. Rae reached over without being asked and refilled his water glass, the movement so natural it was like breathing. Poki's hand rested lightly on the back of his chair, her fingers tracing absent patterns on the wood.
And Tina watched it all, every touch, every glance, every small moment of connection, her mind spinning, her heart pounding in her chest.
She was half tempted to ask if she could stay longer. To see more of this. To understand how they lived, how they moved through the world with such ease and confidence.
But the words stuck in her throat, caught behind her nervousness and uncertainty.
Not yet.
The meal continued for a while longer, the conversation flowing naturally between streaming stories, funny moments, and light teasing. Thomas asked Tina more questions about her content, and she found herself slowly relaxing, her answers coming a little easier as the minutes passed.
Eventually, Thomas glanced at his phone and stood, stretching slightly. "I should get back upstairs, I have some stuff to do," he said, his tone regretful but decisive. "But Tina, it was really great meeting you. I hope you'll come back soon. You're always welcome here." Of course, it was a bold-faced lie. He just wanted to try to make Tina want to see him again.
He extended his hand again, and Tina stood quickly, maybe a little too quickly, to shake it. Her palm was still slightly sweaty, but his grip was steady, grounding.
"Thank you," Tina said, her voice soft. "It was nice meeting you, too."
Thomas nodded, then turned to the girls. "I'll be in my room if you need me."
"Yes, Master," all three said in near unison, their voices layered with warmth and obedience.
He left the room, and the energy shifted, still warm and comfortable, but lighter somehow. Less focused.
Tina exhaled slowly, sinking back into her chair. Her hands were trembling slightly as she reached for her water glass, taking a long sip.
"So," Poki said with a grin, leaning forward on her elbows. "What do you think?"
Tina stared at her, then at Lily, then at Rae. All three of them were watching her with curiosity, affection, and something that looked almost like... hope.
Tina didn't know how to answer that. She didn't know how to answer anything anymore.
"I think..." Tina started, then stopped. Her hands twisted the napkin in her lap. "I think it's really different from what I expected."
"Different good or different bad?" Lily asked gently, her head tilting.
"I don't know yet," Tina admitted honestly. "But... you all seem really happy."
"We are," Rae said simply, leaning back in her chair. "Happier than I've ever been, honestly."
Poki nodded. "Same. I know it looks intense from the outside, but it just works for us."
Lily smiled, "And we're really glad you came to see it. Even if it's a lot to process."
Tina managed a small smile back. "It's definitely a lot."
The conversation shifted after that, becoming lighter. Poki started brainstorming ideas for future podcast episodes, and Lily excitedly suggested they do a "hot takes" episode that would definitely get people talking. Rae brought up the idea of doing more collaborations with other creators, and soon they were all bouncing ideas off each other.
"We should have Tina back for that hot takes episode," Poki said.
"Definitely," Rae agreed. "You're officially part of the Sweet N Sour extended universe now."
Lily giggled, her bell chiming. "One of us. One of us."
Tina laughed despite herself, some of the tension easing from her shoulders. They chatted a bit more about upcoming streams, funny moments from their communities, and the usual creator gossip. The atmosphere was warm, easy, like old friends catching up.
Eventually, Tina glanced at her phone and realised how much time had passed. The afternoon had slipped away. "I should probably get going," she said reluctantly, her voice soft. "I have some work stuff I need to take care of tonight."
"Aww, already?" Lily's face fell slightly, her expression genuinely disappointed.
"Yeah, but seriously, thank you so much for having me," Tina said, standing from her chair. "This was... really amazing."
"Of course," Poki said, standing and pulling her into a warm hug. "Thank you for coming. I'm so glad you got to see everything."
"Come back anytime," Rae added, hugging her next. "Seriously. You're always welcome here."
Lily was last, wrapping her arms around Tina tightly, "Please come back soon! We need to hang out more."
"I will," Tina promised, and she meant it.
They walked her to the entrance together, their footsteps echoing softly through the beautiful hallway. At the door, there were more hugs, more warm smiles, more invitations to return.
"Drive safe," Poki said.
"Text me when you get home!" Lily added.
"Seriously, come back whenever," Rae said with a grin.
Tina waved as she stepped outside, the cool air hitting her flushed cheeks. She walked to her car, unlocked it, and slid into the driver's seat. She glanced back at the mansion one more time. The three girls were still standing in the doorway, waving, their collars glinting in the afternoon light.
Tina waved back, then closed the door. And for the first time all day, she was alone with her thoughts. She sat there in the driver's seat, her hands gripping the steering wheel, her heart pounding in her chest.
She felt... jealous.
The realisation hit her like a wave. She was jealous. Jealous of Poki, of Lily, of Rae. They all seemed so happy. So free. So confident in who they were and what they wanted. They lived in this gorgeous mansion, they created content together, they had each other, and they had him.
Thomas.
He'd been so... comforting. Confident without being arrogant. Commanding without being cruel. The way he looked at them, the way he spoke to them, there was respect there. Care. And they adored him for it.
It looked perfect.
And Tina wanted it.
She wanted to feel that way. To be that free. To be part of something like that. She already wanted to go back.
Her hands were trembling as she pulled out her phone. Almost without thinking, she navigated to the saved clips of Poki's stream. The one everyone had been talking about. The one she'd watched six times already.
She clicked play.
Poki's face filled the screen, her expression one of barely restrained pleasure as she tried to focus on chat. Her body twitched. Her breath hitched. And then, that moment. The moment when she couldn't hold back anymore. The moment she came, live, for thousands of people to see.
Tina's other hand slipped into her shorts.
She was already wet.
She closed her eyes, her fingers moving in slow circles as she replayed the video. But in her mind, it wasn't Poki on that stream.
It was her.
She imagined herself sitting in that chair, a collar around her throat. She imagined Thomas behind the camera, watching her with that calm, steady gaze. She imagined him telling her to keep streaming, to let everyone see, to perform for him.
She imagined the thrill of being watched. The rush of knowing thousands of eyes were on her. The intoxicating mix of shame and arousal and freedom. She imagined being his.
Her breathing quickened, her fingers moving faster. The video looped. Poki's moans filled the car. And Tina bit her lip hard to keep from making a sound, her body tensing, her mind lost in the fantasy.
When she came, it was hard and sudden, her body jerking against her hand. She gasped, her head falling back against the seat, her chest heaving. For a moment, she just sat there, trembling, her mind completely blank.
Then reality crashed back in.
She pulled her hand out of her shorts, her cheeks burning with embarrassment even though no one was around to see. She locked her phone, tossed it onto the passenger seat, and took a shaky breath.
What the hell was she doing? But even as the shame crept in, she couldn't deny the truth. She wanted to go back. She needed to go back.
Tina started the car, her hands still trembling slightly as she pulled out of the driveway. The mansion disappeared in her rearview mirror, but it was already burned into her mind.
She didn't know what she was going to do. But she knew, with absolute certainty, that this wasn't over.
Not even close.