So with that context it's very easy to understand what this story is about, so lets start with the specifics, this is the story of a multiversal schoo... for mind controlers, on this school they will learn to grow their abbilities and will have the chance to test them openly with their classmates (More specific rules and guidelines will be given during the first chapters) so normally this would cover a whole school year, but given that i want this story to have choices, different paths, and. A squat, bulky and powerful man with a shaven head, dressed in a white shirt with a Windsor cut and black tie, blood flecked white gloves, grey waistcoat and black trousers, the Servant had worked up a sweat preparing the Slave for Mistress Wanda and he had rolled his sleeves up his beefy arms.“You have prepared the chamber well,” said Wanda, her accent cut glass aristocratic, honed at stage school years a decade earlier. “Thank you ma’am,” said the Servant bowing.She pointed the bullwhip at. After he finished tying the bag a thought crept into his mind and he said it before he had a chance to sensor himself. ‘You’re much better looking with a bag over your head. Maybe even fuckable.’ Those words died on his lips as she responded in a violent raspy tone muffled through the bag. ‘Night is coming. Beware the light.’ His hands recoiled as if bitten by a poisonous snake. The bag was moving and stretching. Her voice rose to a crescendo chanting the same refrain. ‘Night is coming. Beware. Him shirtless, beautyful black teen body, just toned right with young muscles. We both don't know how to react, so instinct takes over. Like we do when we see each other on the street: We wave and smile. Still frozen on the spot, he looks me over. Does he like what he sees? I sure do. Never saw him shirtless before. Also his tight sport shorts realy leave not much to the imagination. Already a realy nice ass. That's what driving with your bike everywhere does to your body i guess. Eventualy he.