The next morning, Hellin lies in bed, her body sore and aching from the night before. Her mind is still foggy with sleep as she watches you move around the room, preparing for the day ahead. You're dressed in a simple pair of boxers that do little to hide your erection, which you seem completely oblivious to.

"You're mine," she says quietly, her voice still hoarse from last night's pleasure. "And I own everything about you."

She pouts slightly at your words, but obediently opens her mouth as instructed. You step closer to the bed and kneel between her legs, reaching down to stroke her swollen folds with one hand while holding a syringe in the other. She watches you warily, knowing what's coming next.

"This is going to hurt," you warn her, pushing the needle into her labia and injecting the estrogen directly into her body.