Little over a month ago, Rose had come home from her volunteering hours at the library to find that her parents were not there. A note on the refriger...tor told her that the parents were out for dinner and then to the Mall, not expected to come home before midnight at least. She was to be home alone with Tyron, if he was home. She was tired and wanted to take a warm bath. With a thought, to know if he was home and find out if he had any plans for dinner, she walked to his room upstairs. His door. ”“Dressed like that?” Carmen scoffed.“Yes, if he would let me or if he wants me in a t-shirt. I’m just happy to be allowed to live my dream. I’ve always wanted to be a pony since I was a little girl. I’ve even told you this but you told me it was impossible. Now, the impossible is possible and I am happy.”“Do you really like it, Mija?” Carmen asked. I think she finally really wanted to know if her daughter really wanted to do this after all.“No Ma’am, I love it,” Dancer replied definitively and. She heard him mutter behind her, “hmmm damn skirt is gettin in the way.”Then suddenly to her shock there was a rip, the sound of fabric tearing behind her and then the feeling of her ass being totally uncovered and exposed in the farm fresh air. She tried to look behind herself, but she was too tightly bound to move much and the damn whip handle was still an obstacle.“Sorry slave, Master needed to spread your legs more. I want that perfect slave ass and cunt totally unhindered when I start. The words of affirmation ignited a desire to continue to produce. He began to wonder if he could be the lover the character he created was.One fan in particular was of great interest as she described being drawn in, experiencing the emotions of the submissive in the story, wanting desperately to be controlled in that manner herself. The two realized their close proximity, and again, thoughts swirled in his head. "Is this me?" "Can I control like my character?" "Would someone really consent to.