A touch of relief swept over Anon at the sight of her blush. Truthfully, yes, she was his sex slave, but from the looks of it she was still the Minuette he knew and loved. As morally twisted as their new dynamic was, he would absolutely ensure she’d be happy and as much of herself as possible. The knowledge that he now had a dedicated slave to fulfill his every wish did send a rush of lust through Anon, igniting his desires entirely as he understood the new, wonderful change in his life.