Twice and used my hair to pull towards him and I don’t know what happened but all of a sudden, he stopped, put me to my initial positing, stood ther... for a second staring right past me and left.I remained in the very same state he left me for the next five minutes, not even adjusting my top with half of my boobs left out, hair over my face with millions of thoughts questioning the same fundamental reason“What the hell just happened?”One minute he is all calm, the next romantic and the next. It was early in the morning. I had just woken up and I was still groggy with sleep. On my way to the bathroom, I passed by the mirror that hung between my bedroom door and my closet. Unable to resist, I peered at my reflection. A smile curled my lips at the sight of the naked woman staring back at me from within. Deep down I knew she and I were the same person, but the more I studied her, the less familiar she appeared. The subtle shifts in my appearances I had noticed of late now worked. There were all sorts of spanking tools neatly arranged on the desk-top. Canes of varying thicknesses, whips, paddles and floggers. I was scared. I took a few steps backwards but was stopped by his voice. There was a sense of power in his tone that compelled me to stay. “Don’t move.” I froze, marvelling at the power he held over me. He walked towards me and rested his hand in the small of my back “Stand up straight” I hesitated, but the hand on my back seemed to be willing me to. Mr. Keller quickly jumped up and put a coaster under my glass but in that instance I could swear that I saw his robe open just a little and his cock was exposed.A flush came across my face as I looked away.“Oh my goodness. He’s huge. His, his dick is fricken huge,” I thought. “Oh, I really hope I thought that and didn’t say it.”“I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to put that on the wood.”“No, no, it’s okay. Can I ask you a few questions?” Mr. Keller asked.“Yes, sir. Anything.”“You’ve been working a.