I do what Master does to me, putting my hands on her head and pushing her down onto my strap-on. Hearing her gag, this pushes the dildo a little furth...r inside me making me moan. She does this for a few minutes until I feel the need to slide deep into her. I leave her kneeling in that position and move behind her but she's not quite at the right angle so I push her head down to the floor and her bum goes up higher into the air. She moans as I spank her arse and now I'm so feeling so hot for. The decision was NOT her own, she was transforming, becoming a slut, a submissive slut, and there was nothing she could do, but accept it. She dressed and drank the last wine while waiting for the taxi she had called for. The address was in a quiet side-street. It was a shop, that had once sold furniture, but that appeared to have been many years ago. The door (2 steps down) was slightly ajar. Her pulse was rising already. She knocked, said “Hello?” out loud and entered, closing the door behind. Being lonely probably had something to do with her idiotic crush on her adolescent athlete!She was still thinking about Nikki the next morning though, as the weekend stretched a bit desolately before her. But as she was finishing a lazy breakfast a text came in. From Nikki!“Sorry :(“Before she knew it Katie had rattled off a long reply to reassure her young athlete, and sent it. Almost immediate a reply came back: “They’ll never leave us alone now”.“We’ll have to make them.” Katie sent.“?idk”. She reached up and clutched each one hard, squeezing and kneading her pliant mounds until her nipples ached. She pinched her growing nipples and thought back to when the car had spun out around that vulture in the desert. Her knees started to bend as her right hand dropped down her body. Her skin felt wet and slick as her fingers formed a half cup over her bald pussy. She felt warm, pliant and alive. A thousand oily liars had told her she was beautiful, but the words had only ricocheted off.