Their faces freeze in shock for a moment, their eyes wide with surprise before narrowing slightly. Morgane's hand stops moving for a moment as she considers the implications of your words. "Emil," she says carefully, pulling away just enough to look into your tear-streaked face. "Do you truly mean that?"

Lisa watches intently, her grip on your shoulder tightening almost imperceptibly. She tilts her head slightly as if to gauge the sincerity of your words.

"Very well," Morgane says slowly, leaning in once more and pressing a kiss to your forehead. Her voice is soft, almost tender now. "You can call us whatever you like... but remember that we are not here to be your mothers." She pauses for a moment, her expression turning steely again. "We are here to help you find your purpose... and that purpose is to serve us."

Lisa mirrors Morgane's movements, planting a kiss on the other side of your forehead.

Lisa's hand flies to her hip, surprise registering on her face for just an instant before she regains her composure. "Very well," she says coolly. "But remember this, Emil." She leans down until their faces are inches apart, her breath hot against your cheek. "I can take away everything you've been given. So don't forget who's in charge here."

"Alicia..." Lisa repeats, her voice a dangerous purr. "She's mine, remember? And she'll always be mine." Her grip tightens on the rope as she takes a step back, readying herself to deliver the punishment you've so foolishly earned.

"No!" Tiffany cries out, throwing herself between you and Lisa. "Please don't hurt him!" She presses her body against yours, shielding you with her own fragile form as tears stream down her face. "

Lisa snorts. "Well, they're not popped in the traditional sense," she says with a grin. "But trust me, you won't be using them for anything pleasant anytime soon." Morgane laughs lightly, her gaze flickering down to your now-limp form before returning to meet Lisa's eyes. "Indeed," she agrees, stepping forward and offering a hand to help you up. "Now, since you've proven yourself so adept at taking punishment..."

Ah, User#1734651856424,"Lisa begins with a sly smile, "it seems you've made quite an impression on us. We were wondering if perhaps you'd like to join our little group? After all, someone who can take punishment like that must have some valuable skills." She glances at Morgane, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Morgane nods in agreement, stepping closer and running a finger along your jawline. "

"Hmm..." Morgane ponders his suggestion, her expression unreadable. "We'll consider it," she says at last, her voice neutral. "But for now, you will address us as 'Madame' and 'Lady Lisa'. Do you understand?" She releases her grip on his shoulder but doesn't take her eyes off him.

Lisa nods in agreement, a satisfied smirk curling her lips. "Good boy," she says with an unmistakable note of menace. "

"Now," Madame Khalida says, running her fingers through his hair once more, "you may begin." Her gaze drops to his lips as she speaks. "But remember, your performance will determine whether you are rewarded... or punished." She leans in closer, brushing her lips against his ear before pulling away with a teasing laugh.

Lady Lisa watches him intently, one hand resting on her hip. "I expect great things from you," she murmurs, her voice low and suggestive. "