Not to mention this magical control over their physical bodies... "Ok Ron, are you ready?" I asked.He nodded yes."One... two... three!" I counted.Then...I slipped on the Feather Ring.The now-familiar warm feeling raced through my body. My head began swimming, and I felt an intense yet very pleasant tingling all over.I felt myself swooning, very dizzy, about to pass out... I tumbled onto the floor... When my head cleared, I found myself lying on the floor, panting. I felt completely enveloped in. . any job. But I had no luck, despite the modesty of my ambitions.Jason had been wrong about potential employers lining up for my services because I'd worked for S.E.X. On the contrary, the minute anybody heard about my background as a sex researcher, they immediately decided I wasn't appropriate for their company, and crossed me off their list.Finally I asked a guy who seemed more honest than some of the others what my problem was."It's simple," he said frankly. "A business can't take a chance. Pussy, cunt, bitch, slut, Missy, Sissy,Prissy...I like that one...Prissy. Cocksucker, ass licker. But, usuallywhen it's just the two of us together, I'll simply call you 'slave'."He was just beginning his training at the hands of his wife, Pamela,who, having shared his recent lottery winnings, quickly filed numerouscourt actions. And, somehow, she stripped him not only of the millionsof dollars he had won, but "bought" him back by offering him a way outof his penniless destitution. He loved her. Jeanette goes back to the mirror and turns around. She peaks over her shoulder and admires her backside. The cincher forces her waist to be tiny, so that her bottom cheeks are thrusted outwards prominently. She bends slightly forward and runs her hand over her ass cheeks. Her other hand almost automatically reaches between her legs. She sighs and puts on a black satin thong to complete her outfit.She lies down on her bed and looks at the clock. She has plenty of time left. Slowly she moves her.