Suddenly the eroticism of the occasion struck her, this guy was all man. Not a gay, fem type of man but a rugby scrum, beer and birds sort of man and ...learly one who was used to taking what he wanted.Chloe felt a twinge of weakness, her cock spasmed and her rosebud responded eagerly. She felt more alive and feminine than ever before and realised that she wanted to be searched, wanted this man's enormous hands to explore her body, to invade her privacy even to discover her secret.She wanted him. " This is real." Her voice was inside my head."Listen and feel my presence. Your stomach is tighter ... tighter ... smaller ... more compact ... feel my words shape your body. I am your will and I am in total control."My stomach was tighter. The muscles cramped tightly and I could not control them. "Tighter and tighter. Smaller and smaller. Flatter, more feminine."I heard the strange chanting once again in the background. I could feel my stomach getting tighter and tighter and couldn't do. I went to her house on the outskirts of the city in a modest suburban setting. On knocking on the door she opened it. She was stunning - at least 6 foot tall, with dark ivory skin, long flowing hair. She was wearing a black lacy top and shiny trousers. She lead me into the house and commanded me to strip naked in the bathroom. I trembled as I removed my clothes. She then led me into her dungeon where she commanded me to kneel before her. She then explained the rules that I would have to follow. She looked awfully cute.“Heaven forbid. Should I open it now? Or maybe some coffee would be better.” Paige took another look at her guest. She was older than she first thought, maybe late thirties, about ten years older than her own twenty-eight. She had on shorts and a V-neck top, both tight, and white tennis shoes. She looked cute and sexy, and carried herself as if she knew it and liked it that way. She had a dark tan, as if she sunned constantly, and her blonde hair was so sun-bleached as.