..Life altering fate. This was humiliating. She was property now. Aplaything. She looked down in fear. Her body was so small. Five foot. Nomuscles. We...k. So feminine. Her breast were so large and heavy. Her waistso small. Like an hourglass, legs all curvy... and a hairless female sex.So different from her real body...The flimsy clothes were so revealing and where they touched her skin shewas aroused. She stood, offbalance in her high heels. The heels seemednecessary, her feet arched so that she. I fumbled for the phone, but by the time I'd answered it there was nothing but dial tone.I turned around, knelt down and began grabbing the books I'd knocked over."Oh! You are here!" I raised my head to see who had caught me crawling around on the floor of my new office and was greeted with a close up view of one of the best pair of legs I had ever seen. Toned yet feminine, smooth bare skin that just kept going up and up.Just as my eyes were about to see just how far up the view went, the legs'. No, better - I was a sexual slave, serving everyone with my flesh, but no one as much as Master.I was his sexual property, and he was using me to get a room full of strangers off. Another shiver ran through my entire body at the thought.Standing in front of the packed club, I slowly ran my hands up my sides, enjoying the sensation, enjoying watching every eye follow them as they drew attention to my long legs, my wide hips, my thin waist, and delighting in the collective groan of desire as they. You look exhausted.” He pats me on the shoulder and walks away. I’m petrified. How long was I just sitting there staring off? I need to regroup. To sit and think. I hurriedly collect my purse and stumble away to the bathroom. I find a stall, pull down my jeans and panties, and sit. The cool porcelain feels nice against my sore ass. What was I just dreaming about? I’m supposed to be an empowered woman. Why was I dreaming about a man ripping my shirt off? I wince as I notice how wet I.