He's groping my tits, I'm grabbing hiscrotch, and we're goin' at it like a couple of teenagers. Oh, and ofcourse my host is being a complete dick at t...is point just screamin' inthe back of my mind to stop. I mean, like that's gonna happen!Anyway, we get to his bedroom and it's the big moment, right? So I takeoff my dress. Awesome. I take off my bra and give my melons a littleshake. He's lovin' it. Then I pull down my panties so now I'm just in myhigh heels and my dick is hanging there, and I'm. I lay one cold hand on his cheek, turning his face to me. Looking deep into his eyes I whispered. ‘The boogeyman does exist, and he’s a close personal friend of mine. Tell me why you have been following me!’ For a moment he struggled, then relaxed as he was filled with the uncontrollable urge to do anything I might ask of him. ‘I saw you at the library the other day, and I thought you were the most beautiful creature I had ever seen… I followed you hoping to get your phone number… But you were. In the Smithy, an open coal type forge was near the house side wall and a larger more modern gas-fired one was against the opposite thick brick wall with the gas tanks on the other side of it. Several workbenches of different heights and anvils of assorted sizes were spaced around the room.Large sliding metal doors could be opened to provide air and light to the smithy from the front and the back wall had long slit windows on both floors to help. Two smaller doors on the bottom floor gave. "How about a salad for lunch?" Cat said. "I don't want to get fat." Yes ma'am. You won't, ma'am. You're perfect." You're sweet. By the way, no shopping today. The pesticide guy iscoming by. I need you to tend to him." Yes, Mistress. I'll be here. Like always."Cat started to leave. Then she stopped."Gabby?" she said. "Are you happy?" Certainly I am, Mistress. I love being yours. I love the dresses. Ihave even grown accustomed to my cock cage. I think it's beautiful now."Cat smiled.She was happy,.