Isobel was angry with Ephraim because he had stood her up. They were supposed to have met for dinner and then a movie and… well, whatever came after... Isobel had had such high hopes. Granted, she hadn’t seen Ephraim for almost four years, but before that they had been close, very close and after the time they had spent together the previous day she had really thought there was a chance to rekindle the feelings they’d had for each other. At least that she’d had for him. Now she wasn’t sure what. ..then froze.On the third turn he found himself facing a drastically differentreflection. His body instantly reduced in height, width and mass. Extrahair fell down his shoulders, a waist that was narrower and even...Simon felt his chest. There were small protrusions that shouldn't bethere. She lifted the front of her uniform and realized she sported anoff white training bra. Then she realized that she knew what thetraining bra was, despite never having actually been taught what it was.Simon. Didn’t she enjoy the Country Club membership? He often droned on and on about how good and how easy her life was, and he usually left her feeling like a petty bitch for even bringing up the subject. Rarely did the thought occur to her to ask him if he’d ever wondered what she wanted until much later at night, when she slept alone in their giant bed because Richard wanted her to be certain that his feelings were hurt. Early on in their marriage she had tried to go get him out of his recliner and. She doesn’t look comfortable on her knees yet. She’s not found her center of pleasure in submission. The balletic grace of a woman whose entire self is focused, sure, confident in what they want and what they want to do escapes her. The posture isn’t right. It’ll take time and effort to train her to do even the smallest task properly. Just to shake her out of false ideas of submission, I tell her to go into the other room, sit at the desk, and write a page about what worshipping a cock means..