I told myself."Hello! Welcome to Reverie! Your name?" He asked.A quick glance at his name tag told me his name was Mark. As I glanced at him I couldn'... help but picture him naked. Does he have abs? How big is his cock? How would it feel to be pressed against him?Shaking off my dirty thoughts I responded. " Angie. I believe my reservation is for 9 pm?" Hello Angie! You'll be in room 411. Once you're there just go on in and follow the directions on the card. Have a wonderfully satisfying time!". Furiously...uncontrollably....I felt as though Iwere going to melt. And then he'd continue with the conversation and withina minute or two I'd compose myself.Looking back, I guess I was falling under his control even then.We'd discussed virtually everything in the past, there were no taboos. Allof the (to my mind) shocking, embarrassing fantasies that I harboured,fantasies I'd tried to repress but that just never went away...we talkedabout them all, with no judgement, no lecherous comments,. We'd both been out at Christmas parties and the tequila (mine) and the wine (yours) was making us both a little sleepy. It was less awkward this time, partly because of the alcohol we'd both consumed and partly because of the darkness, I've always felt more at home in the night.You liked my shoes, you said as I leant over and slipped them off slowly, your eyes following my movement as my dress gaped to show a little cleavage. I hung my coat over the back of the chair and you got your first full. Well, since I took over, that is. I’m not generally a sadist like Satan. He was psycho,” I presented a more palatable alternative for Kim’s benefit.“So, I simply need to bend over and let you fuck me, and then... ?” Kim asked for clarification.“And then, when I cum inside you, you’ll be mine. And then you’ll begin to change, of course. Your skin, your hair, your body mass, fat, muscle, bone, etc. Youth restored, your body rejuvenated, that kind of thing. Exactly what you wished for, my dear.