..Jim...wake up sweetie...we have a visitor'.Jim stirred slightly, as he heard Maria's sweet voice calling him, almostas if it were from a distance, a... his mind tried to shrug off the veil ofsleep. As it did so, his subconscious mind focused on the word 'visitor',and as sleep tried to re-establish its grip on him, Jim mumbled 'No...novisitors...please...'.Maria again spoke up, more loudly this time 'Sweetie...wake upsweetie...we have a visitor...look...Karen's here!'This time Maria's words. That meant that there may be more to Jack's storythan just some crazy delusion."A simple geas," Jack mused. "But quite sufficient." What the fuck did you do to us?" Craig demanded frantically."I just told you," Jack answered with a look of amusement. "And don'tyell. It's rude."Ian gulped and desperately thought about turning and running away, but hejust couldn't bring himself to do it. His body just wouldn't respond tothe command to do so."I have been in that box for a very long time," Jack. Should I leave?" "No, just put on my new gown." She leaned back over and carefully took the soiled gown over my head. She made sure that all my wires and tubes weren't being tangled. She peeled the gown down until it was balled up over my crotch. My cock was rock hard now and my face was burning brightly. She handed me the sheet. "Maybe you want to cover yourself up." I quickly swapped the sheet for the gown. I think I got away with it. She then started to put my new gown on. It was a bit of a. My banana shapedbobbles were now tightly spiraled in the wire so they looked like two conessticking straight in front of me, with the hooks from the hangers hanging outin front of each of my nippley-poos. Next someone handed the mistress two bunchesof bananas to which she said, ?Since your tits look like bananas, I thoughtthey might like some company.? The audience started laughing again as the Mistresshung each bunch of bananas on the hooks of each of my banana shaped bobbles,after which they.