She looked up to find the workshop door closed and she was alone. She felt a substantial amount of cool air against her skin. When her eyes fell to lo...k at her body, she gasped. She could see a lot more skin—her smooth and blemishless and firm skin—because she was now dressed in a whole lot less. Instead of her sweater, she had a green, fur-lined crop top that squeezed her breasts together to create and highlight a deep crevice of cleavage. Her nipples peaked over the top like twin rising suns.. Clockwork was in awe over the whole thing.“Papa, as much as I find all of this fascinating, I did call you and the other Smurfs here for a reason.” Gerard pointed out, redirecting everyone to his original purpose. “And vat would tha’ be, King Gerard?” Lotus asked, crossing her arms. “Lotus, Paige, you’re both quite amazing Smurfettes and I’d love to have you both live here with me and Clockwork, but I’m afraid that it won’t be possible.” the young king answered. The twins didn’t have to ask him. No one else gets that from me. No one else sees that side. Only him. I am his to control and his to own. He knows what I need and some how, some way knows when I need it. As we explore our Dom/Sub roles, the limits have expanded to our unique situation. I am married, but take my commands from my Dom. He decides when and how I fuck my husband. This morning, I reported the completion of my task in story form...for what I thought was my Dom's eyes only. His next instructions were for me to post. That's where you flipbackwards, putting your hands down halfway through the rotation beforecontinuing around to land on your feet." Or my neck," I mumbled.He shook his head. "Trust me. Just don't think about doing it. Just do it."I nodded, taking several deep breaths. Then, hoping I wasn't going to begoing to homecoming in a wheelchair, I leapt backward.How to describe it? As soon as my body went into motion, it happened. Theworld around me rotated as my arms when up, followed by my legs..