Breath passed in and out of my lungs in frightened little gasps. I had been so scared."The shoes," she clarified patiently. "How do they fit?" Just fi...e, mistress," I replied."Will you be able to walk in them? We have a ways to go."That was a question I couldn't answer. I had never been in platform heels before and it felt like being atop a pair of 2x4's. Just standing there, I swayed ominously. I was afraid to take a first step, lest I fall off and break my ankle."Walk around a bit. Let's see. You must all keep the babies, too. And you must all let me name them.“We’re going to pool our resources and get a much larger house together. One that can keep that many women living with us, you see. I eventually, even if it’s not feasible yet, want all of my fans to live with me and pop out my brats whenever I see fit. And we’ll eventually support ourselves heavily out of the cam girl work that the ladies do online, among other hustles,” I laid out the bare (pun intended) outline of my agenda. Oh, well, I thought. It'll be that much easier to walk them!They were eager to go for a walk, and eager to see me. I only ever saw them during my Saturday chores ever since my dad had started loaning them out for breeding purposes. I knew it was stupid, but the fact that they were getting regular sex from a real bitch sort of made me jealous. I forced myself not to think about that as I attached their leashes, though. I didn't want to start down that path again, the path to fucking them. My. One of my bedrooms had been turning into a ‘game room’ and torture chamber. I had to concentrate on methodology. A doctor friend of mine gave me a good supply of Viagra. I worked on my plan, which would involve time. By that I mean, I need to be around the house for a couple of weeks, at least. After I take Jack captive, I have to keep him that way until he is ‘converted’. I am not trying to change Jack, I just want to expose and bring out his gay submissive side. If this did not work, I.