I know I will need to do that again. I would like to see if I can prolong a mans life for say five years or more while using him as my toilet slave. ...The thing is, Charlie would willingly be my full and complete toilet slave, I think. Such power I have over a man. Many women could do things to a man if they knew it, and wanted to. It is difficult for me to accept that any, "Real woman", would not want to exert her power over a man andput him to his limit and beyond.The days go by quickly.. I raised my hip unknowingly and moaned. I covered him with my saree and pushed his head towards my pussy. He started licking my thighs and belly and making me more desperate. His warm breath was touching my pussy, and I was shivering and moaning.He was licking around my pussy area and making me wet further. My desperation level reached my limits. I moved a little down to catch his lips on my pussy. His warm lips touched my pussy lips. I moaned with pleasure. His tongue was making me crazy.I. Even his male shoes had been replaced withrange of ballet pumps, stiletto heeled shoes and even a pair of kneeboots. The same was true of the drawers where all his boxer shorts and t-shirts had disappeared. On top of the chest of drawers there now stoodseveral different bottles of female perfumes - clearly indicating that hewas now supposed to wear these."Come back here and kneel."He walked back over to over and knelt on the carpet again."You now belong to me - understood?" she asked."Yes" he. She had explicit instructions to do whatever it took to protect the members of the house. Naia stood behind Beth, her lips a crooked smirk.“We are ready.” Cecilia said, standing next to him. Mike took a deep breath, taking Cecilia’s hand and stepping into the fountain with her. Even though her feet penetrated the water’s surface, no ripples emanated outward.“I think you’re crazy,” Naia told him. “And I love you for it.”“I just hope this works,” he muttered. He looked over at the doll they had.