"It worked!! I mean I knew it was going to work but—it feels so good to be yours, really properly yours—I'm happy and excited and triumphant and I love you and I want to kiss you and hug you and I want several more things that I judge you would rather I not name in detail."

John can guess what she might mention (and merely thinking about her mentioning them makes him blush though also thinking about her saying it is really hot) and... might also maybe want to do those things. (Might want to do so really badly. She's calling him Master! She's calling him Master!) But... fuck. Would it really hurt to... yes. It would. If the mind control isn't working how they expect and she can't tell him then he'd be taking advantage of her. He has a plan. And he needs to do it. Even if he's really turned on and all it would take is telling her to suck and then she would... no. "I, um," he stammers, trying to hold the thought of doing the right thing in his head. (It's really difficult at the moment. What if she does change her mind and he loses out on this forever? Certainly she wouldn't mind if... no!) "Please, um, get on one knee," he says. "So I can release you." 

"...yes, Master," she says, a little wistfully, but still smiling. She shifts her pose appropriately, with a little less grace than before.

Okay, he can do this, right? He can do this. He can do this. (She's going to hate him or think he's making a mistake or something and he's going to miss out and... no. This is right.) "We, we can put it back in a bit, right?" he asks, half-rhetorically, steeling himself up to do the task that he should do. (Fuck he wants to do other things instead. So many other things, all flashing through his head, telling her to suck or pushing her to the ground and fucking her or telling her to hurt herself or or or...) 

"Mhm!" she says happily.

Okay, he can do this, right? Even if there are other things that he wants to do at the moment (so many, and he's so turned on, and Rosy probably wouldn't mind... but that's probably just him making excuses. No he has to do this), this is the one that needs to happen first. It's right and it's important and she'll do the ritual again and then she'll be properly his without having to worry about anything having gone wrong leaving her trapped mind controlled or anything like that. He wants to make sure of this. He wants to make sure of this and he doesn't want to take advantage of her.

He steels himself again, remembers that they're all set up to do it again, and says (oh shit is he going to get it right he doesn't have this one memorized or practiced) "I release you from my service." That was it, right? That sounded right. 

The invisible thread snaps; the extra sense fades away.

Rosy rockets to her feet, wraps her arms around him, and kisses him with immense enthusiasm.

The sense disappearing is a loss, one tinged with regret despite the certainty that he's doing the right thing. The kiss... the kiss helps. A lot. He wraps his arm around her too and kisses her back, trying to calm himself at the same time. (It's not working very well; having a naked Rosy kiss him is... not very calming in the way he wants it to be. He tries harder.) Now is probably not the best time to touch her in places or put his crotch against her or anything like that. Even if she's really, really good to kiss. Fuck. (And she still loves him, she does, she does, and he's so glad of that. So very glad.) 

After a minute she breaks away from the kiss so she can just squeeze him in her arms and press her face against his shoulder and make an extended soft happy noise.

"...hi." Nuzzle. "That was really nice."

A worried knot inside John unknots and he breathes a soft sigh of relief. "It was? Oh good. And the thing wasn't, like, keeping you from saying anything or speaking your mind just to keep me happy or making you do anything to keep being my slave or anything like that? It was just, um, you had to obey me and stuff?" He blushes in memory. "It was really hot making you kneel," he adds. 

"Well I did notice that even though I really really wanted to jump up and grab you and kiss you, I wanted to obey you even more. But all things considered I think that's okay."

(Hot.) John blushes a little and ignores the sensation between his legs in reaction to that. "As long as it doesn't keep you from speaking up or anything. I mean, unless I tell you not to but I don't want to do that and if I do that then I made a mistake somewhere but I don't think I will." He shakes the worries off, and kisses her again, lasting slightly longer than he intended. "I, um, so should we do this again, now? So we can keep it for the next week, and then I let you go, right? Unless you want me to let you go sooner. I can let you go sooner next time if you'd like." He doesn't want to but he doesn't want to do anything wrong and making sure things go right is really important. 

"...yeah. Yeah, we should." She presses her face against his shoulder again. It's a very cozy shoulder. "Okay. I'm going to need to clear some of this and set it up again, but it shouldn't take too long. Do you want to wait back at the Witch Hut, or sit here while I set up?"

"I, um," he left all his stuff behind at the Witch Hut, didn't he. It was the sensible thing to do at the time. "Whichever you prefer, I think?" he says. If she wants him to stay he can always watch her set up, and that'll be entertaining enough, right? 

Eep. She's being perceptive about him, again, isn't she. (How does she do that?) "I, um, I guess all my stuff is back there and so it would probably be a better idea if I went back there and stuff? Depending on how long you take, it might be interesting to watch you take stuff down and put it back up if you'd prefer that?" She'll probably be unhappy with him about that too, won't she. "I mean, I guess I'd rather go back to the witch hut," he admits, hanging his head a little. 

"Okay!" She kisses him on the cheek. "Thank you for saying so. I'll take you back there."

Eeeep.

She doesn't seem nearly so unhappy with this as John thought she would be. She's... really okay with it? He supposes there isn't really any reason for her not to be, but it still feels like she should be, somehow. "Okay, thanks," he says, managing a small smile. 

Squish.

"...in order to take you back to the Witch Hut I have to let go of you. Hmm."

Squiiiiiish.

"Okay." She lets go. "Okay. I can have self-control even when I'm not being mind-controlled into it. Okay."

John smiles and laughs a little (and tries not to get turned on, thinking about it), and lets himself be led (trying to stay a little behind her to keep his, um, condition less obvious to her). 

But what if, consider: she holds his hand and also keeps gently bonking her head against his shoulder. What if that.

That works, though it makes it slightly harder for him to hide his, um, condition. (Also it's adorable. And sweet.) He can try and hang back a little bit when she does this (unsuccessfully) to try and hide, um, things? Maybe due to how dark things are out she mostly won't notice? 

"John. My beloved. Are you scheming to conceal your penis."

Eep. 

"....Maybe?" he ventures, feeling a bit silly about it. 

She kisses him on the cheek. "You're adorable."