Her breasts were formless, he thought, movingoff at a tangent. Well they weren't formless, that was impossible as they existedbut they had no aestheti... form, he debated to himself. He irritated himselfat moments like this for his lack of clarity. All his success had rested onclarity of thought and decisive action but alas, that was in his work lifeand for some reason he found those qualities inexplicably absent in his privatelife. Numbers, he was happy with numbers, one had to get into great. I am very attracted to you."Stacy simply beamed at me in response.I tried to mentally hold back on the drug's effect and simply speak so my next question wasn't a command, "Are you comfortable being naked in front of me, knowing that it turns me on very much?"Stacy blushed and I could see her hands flex involuntarily. She said, "Uh ... I guess so. I ... I think I'd be more comfortable though if I weren't the only one."I grinned, "You think you'd be more comfortable if there was someone else. It was probably a harmless message, sent by a silly teenager or sick old man, but it struck a nerve - one of my most secret fantasies was that I longed to be dominated. I longed to be a slave to someone powerful and charasmatic - someone that made me feel nervous but loved. I longed to submit. In a second I had made up my mind and I quickly typed a message back.'I can submit'Those 3 little words changed my life. *A few hours later, I recieved another message from Christian Knight. It contained. I was greeted with the usual array of inane bullshit that everyone seems to get when they get to work, as though these people who you barely know much less like pretend to give a shit about you. It did however bring a smile to my face when I was asked what I got up to last night. I thought about being brutally honest for a moment, just to shock the little kiss ass who asked. Then I thought saying I had secretly been watching some man with a giant cock drooling over my wife’s titties, well it.