“I am your Master. You are to always call me such, or, when we are in public, you must call me Sir. You obey me, you worship me, and you love me. Yo... love anything that I do, being it pleasurable or painful.” He could see the outright shock and rage on her face now. Her hands were clenched together. He smiled as he continued. “You will beg for everything. To eat, to sleep, to use the restroom, to orgasm… and my personal favorite, to beg for my cock and for my cum. I can deny you anything but I. The softly rasping sound of one stocking clad leg crossing over the other reached his ears over the sounds of soda cups and candy dancing and singing about turning off cell phones. As she shifted in her seat, the hem of her dress inched up, only just revealing the frilly lace of a lilac garter, edged with black satin, and topped with a miniature bow. Devon closed his eyes as his desire for her burst through him like a fiery rampage. Forsaking all subtlety, he reached out and scooped up her leg. It was an open admission of failure from the Master they had so faithfully served. As part of his plan, they felt partially responsible.Jollis let out a tired sigh, also uncharacteristic of him. "Is there anything else?" Only that Overlord Gronnus is likely to receive the news of the fall of Talrad Pass before morning's end," said the first Cohort. "He will likely disturb you when that happens." I am expecting that. If there is nothing else, I wish peace until I need to deal with the. Thegirls call out helpful hints. Like "pout your lips" "sway those hips" "swaythose boobs", "put your hands on your hips" etc. Pretty soon I'm into it andprancing around like a real pro.Asking for my clothes when I finish my modeling I am informed that they arehidden outside somewhere where I'll never find them and that if I want themback I had better let them have their fun or things could get ugly for me.Whatever ugly means. Anyway none of my male clothes were produced at anytimethat day. So.