Gone was the pimply-faced nerdy boy that was too shy to talk to me before I fucked him the bathroom of a Starbucks—a confident man had replaced him.... walked down the driveway, still dressed in my dominatrix outfit, my tits and pussy on display for the world to see. A year ago this would have been illegal, but our Gods had gotten rid of such silly laws like public decency. If you wanted to flaunt your nubile body, then you did it. And if you anted to demonstrate your affections in a public. She'd been wearing sunglasses and had barely moved, so I'd had no clue she'd seen me. What are the odds of that? She took a step closer to me. "You look like a lonely guy. Like you do a lot of whacking off. You probably watch porn and have favorite porn stars, the whole nine yards." I felt lower than low. It was humiliating. "This is just crazy," I managed weakly. "Didn't you want me to help you?" She shook her head just slightly, let out a breath of impatience, and stepped right into my. Leaving her subjects behind she went into a bathroom to take her outer garments off to reveal yet another ensemble to entice them. Today she was wearing white lace with little rhinestones on her bra and matching panties and her signature high black patent leather heels. As she was changing she heard men chatting getting to know one another. She smiled thinking these men would get to know one another much more intimately any moment. She had plans for them. Regally, she walked into the room and. It was sometimeafter their selection at the evaluation meeting that the "candidate"would become of aware of the fact they'd been "selected'. Using theinformation that they'd gathered from all their surveillance thetransformation team would abduct the candidate.I had just come back from a training run and as was my habit, I went tothe fridge and opened, and quickly drank, a bottle of energy drink. Isoon felt very tired and went to lay down on my bed.I woke up and was confused to find myself.