Pleasing the eye was a welcome side effect.She made the usual small talk, now seated on her stool behind me to thin out my shoulder-length bundle of h...ir.“I swear, if these temperatures persist for much longer I’m moving to Antarctica.”She looked in the mirror repeatedly to check for symmetry, but I caught her answering my gaze a few times. My own reflection contrasted sharply with her pretty, slightly angular face. I was somewhat curvy, with a round head, hazel eyes, and dark brown hair. My. Simon was thinking along the same lines and seeing how Emma was affecting the other two . . . Henry continued to grow even more excited. Ross was standing by his main still camera and also a control panel that he could operate multiple cameras from. Turning it on . . . several small screens lit up. Flipping a switch he started three video cameras focused on the platform. He also started firing off photos of Emma taking her dress off from a secondary tripod mounted camera. Emma finished. It let out a pitiful squeal as it reached out with its hands and those shattered too, scattering black fragments across the hallway. The monster squealed helplessly, now just a torso being rapidly consumed by the fire. Moments later, only a pile of soot was left.Meanwhile, the fireball had been expensive in Power. I took a step back and braced myself against a wall as I aged, my body rapidly changing. I was still completely nude, and my pubic region itched as my pubic hair sprouted and grew,. She never mentioned it during the daytime after our nightly play ... and she never mentioned ever after that. Even to this day, neither of us would ever bring it up for obvious reasons. But it is a wonderful memory that I sometimes draw upon for my masturbation sessions each morningThe Story of OIn my thoughts about being a submissive, the impact of this story of sexual slave training on me cannot be minimized. Early in my junior year in high school, someone gave me a copy of the Story of O.