It was as if he didn't even have the corset on. The corset unfastened itself and flew off of Greg's waist but Greg's waist was still tiny. It was now ...EALLY tiny! His waist alone was tiny enough to make his hips look wide and womanly, even though they were still male. Greg now knew what was going on. The clothes and makeup are going to attack him and Al, one by one turning them into women."No!" Greg said, desperately running away.A bottle of some weird gel floated off of the dresser and floated. "Mr. Ben! Stop that!" she protested. I smiled and tickled the bottom of her feet, and then rubbed up and down her calf. I stopped for a bit, and then got up for a drink. When I sat back down, I told her to move her legs so that I could sit in the middle of the couch. She did, and then I told her to stretch out with her legs over my lap. She did, never stopping to take her eyes off of the television. The picture before me was so perfect. Tammy lay with her head on the arm on the sofa, head. One of the heavy wooden gates had fallen in. The wood was already reclaiming the land as ivy ran up the crumbling brickwork.Marcel tied Abbie up at a small stable attached to the side of the building. The wood was warped, but it would keep off most of the rain. Abbie was uncharacteristically skittish and neighed her disapproval."I don't like it much either, but at least it's shelter for the night," Marcel said, patting his horse reassuringly.The light grew worse as the sun descended behind the. I had discovered in my early twenties the power I had over men with the smoking fetish, and there are plenty of them, nearly all natural subs.The slave who owns the house(or should I say, used to) is a very nice man in his fifties who was left a great deal of money when his father died, and he was absolutely hooked on cigar smoking women. He gradually became my slave with no will of his own and that was when I decide to offer him my deal: He would get to see his Mistress a great deal of the.