Without souls, I'd think they'd get pretty boring after a while. Kind of like all those mind control stories on the net. I figure having sex with a co...trolled girl would be a lot like masturbation.Then there's Heaven with it's streets paved with gold. I mean, after the first hundred years, would you really care what the streets are paved with? Hell, after the first hundred minutes.Reincarnation could be cool unless I came back as a cockroach or a maggot or something.I read somewhere that the. The frustrated husband ran his hand over the pink plastic chastity tubethat tightly encased his penis. His poor balls ached. He tip-toed awayand went to the spare bedroom, where she had overseen him the nightbefore, as he selected and laid out his outfit for today. Of course, shesimply rejected anything she didn't want him to put on, and steered himtoward whatever she did want him to dress in. So it was that he nowfaced a one-piece bathing suit and bathing cap, both of them a shade thatwas. His body odour also ranged from ripe to overripe, dependant no doubt on his infrequent showering routine. Between patrols when he removed his cap, his hair looked like it had been pasted to his head. Shampoo was also obviously in short supply his home. Besides all the negatives, however, there was an obscene bulge in the front of his trousers.Kev was definitely not the brightest person in the world. I am no genius but in comparison to him, I was as brilliant as the sun. When Kev showed me a. I turned my legs this way and that, looking at them in awe, amazed at how feminine they looked when they had been very masculine just minutes before. Was that really the main difference between men's and women's legs? The hair? It didn't seem right somehow.I dried off and went through to the bedroom, blushing furiously. Gemma was already dressed and I had to concentrate really hard not to become really hard. She was dressed as a cat. She had on black patent leather spike heels, sheer black.