”That was the big surprise. Michelle is great: really cute, with long dark hair and a rockin’ little bod, but she’s rather shy in public.“What...did you have in mind,” I asked. Trying not to get my hopes up too far.“Your slave girl, on a leash. Like Princess Leia, in a skimpy bikini and under your control.”She really did want to make my dreams come true. “That sounds great!”###It wasn’t the brass bikini from the movie, but Michelle did find a skimpy little black, leather number that got my engine. . pretty. That's it! You actually look pretty. If Ididn't know better I'd think you were auditioning for the job as my maidlike we were talking about last night. Are you, hmmm?" Maybe," Simon hinted and smiled shyly. "Maybe I am. So what if I am?"as he ran his hand lightly over her knee. Then, to change the subject,he asked, "Hungry?"He led her to the dining table and they feasted at the elegant candlelittable. Although Simon spent most of the dinner waiting on Linda handand foot. The. I swallowed, intimidated by my wife. A few days ago, she had been a dumpy, though loving, woman. We were both intelligent, both Chemist. She had assisted me in making the bimbo serum and injected herself with it. She had transformed into the red-haired goddess standing before me.But the formula also made her an empty-headed bimbo. Her intelligence had vanished, replaced by a gullible, happy, horny woman that would do anything I told her so long as I could rationalize why she had to do it. Now. "Napoleon wants to go get the rest of his people, and bring them here. That is, if they are still alive," Mike said."They are. Avery said they left them under guard, but he was going to stop there, and release them," I replied as I took a sip of my coffee.Behind me, the trucks started up and pulled out onto the main section of the road and parked. I looked and was shocked to see it was the natives driving the vehicles."What the heck?" I said."Rala taught them during the night. We have the.