I go with it; I sit on him and kiss him. His hands drop to my thighs. My head is turned off and my body wins. How I want this, I want him. I take off ...y shirt and bra; his eyes glare at my breasts. As his hands continue to explore, I push my breasts into his face. He takes hold of my nipple and bites it gently. Then he stops, takes my hand, and takes me to the bedroom. He asks if everything is still in the same place and I nod at him. He takes the shackles he gave as a present and ties my hands. Heoften would give her chest the once over and she knew she could have him.And more important deep down she knew she wanted him. But how to make ithappen? Little did she know but the opportunity would show up when she leastexpected it to.That Saturday Jim stopped by to see if Mary wanted to go to lunch with him.He rang the doorbell and Lucy answered the door."Oh hi Jim," she said with a big beaming smile."Hi Lucy, is Mary home?"Nope, sorry you just missed her, she just left with Stacy." Shoot,. ." He meekly apologized. "Do... do you want some?" He gestured towards the still leaking breasts, which were quickly being swallowed up by milking tentacles again."We gotta go to The Queen." Sarah replied, already dragging him away by the arm. "She summoned us." What...? Why!?" He croaked. "We... we've been obedient, haven't we? We've done nothing wrong..." I don't know, but I guess we'll find out. It's probably not a good idea to keep her waiting..." I guess you're right... I wonder if we will. He put his clients through a completely unnescessary routine of shutting their eyes and counting down from a hundred, or some other pointless ritual, to disguise the magical commands he was actually giving them. He did everything he could to appear as if he were a regular hypnotist, albeit one with an exceptional record of immediate success.This simple ruse had made him very wealthy and even gained him a few celebrity clients, but still he couldn't help but feel unfulfilled. Stopping people.