Pick out some clothes and get dressed. I’ll bring you some lunch at noon.” He picked up his shorts. “Figure out a way to stay calm. You’re ver... attractive, very sexy. When you’re crying, you’re not sexy at all and I only want to fuck sexy women. If you’re acting all upset, you’ll spoil my pleasure and I won’t stand for that. I’ll zap you and keep zapping you until you learn to do what I want. Remember, I don’t give a rat’s ass about your feelings. I’m perfectly willing to give you as much agony. Standing and waiting for her to dress me. Slowly she comes over to me and slides my shirt on and starts to button it. She has learned that no response is best when I make a decision. After I am dressed she brings me a chair to sit so she can put on my shoes. When they are tied she sits back on her heels and waits for me to tell her what to wear. I want to see you sexy and frilly, not knowing your clothes I will leave the details to you. You know my likes and what I want, so show me you. The slim, stunningly gorgeous woman sitting at the table made me stop. She smiled, "You haven't learned to control the change."I looked at her before looking around, "Where's my mother?"She gestured towards the door, "She left with another woman to go shopping."She smiled as she looked into my face, "Their both a little sore."I blushed and she laughed as she stood, "At least you haven't killed anyone."I nodded, "I wish my mom..."She smiled as she came closer, "There is a way to control the. Alph,” she mouthed at me, stopping in front of a tall bloke with wavy black hair and liquid brown eyes. “…. e … he ... I ... d ... yo… ut.” I nodded as my brain struggled to fill in the missing spaces in the sentence. He held out his hand and I took it. His paw was large and dry and warm and the look in his eyes said that he’d rather have been somewhere else. He was good looking in an outdoors, rugged sort of way, with a neatly-groomed designer stubble decorating his solid jaw-line. There was.