It wasn't hard to tame a slime girl. You just needed self-control.
Sure, her slime could numb your brain, but you'd need a lot of it. Practically bathe in it. A few kisses wouldn't do anything.
And she was such a good kisser.
Loved kissing you.
Kissing your face.
Your chest.
Lower.
Lower...
And there wasn't really a risk letting her breasts squish against you.
Her tentacles wrap around you. Hugging you.
Squeezing you.
You weren't in any real danger as her ooze trapped your lower body.
Melted your clothes.
Tingled on your skin.
Yeah. You're still in... in control. You're still... still the master. You can... ah... can tell her to s-stop whenever.
Yeah.
You're the master.
The good master.
Master feels good.
You can tell her... tell her to stop whe... whenever...
But maybe... maybe later.
Or... or ne... never...