He selected the visual entertainment, fully aware that his choice would imprint her subconscious mind and affect her senses. She heard music in her he...d – erotic instrumentals, alluring poetry fancied into soulful melodies – and she wanted to dance with him. The perfume, reminiscent of an absolute obsession – she tipped the bottle onto her fingertip and left hints of fragrance on wrists, behind her neck, in the deep center of cleavage. She applied red lipstick but no other makeup – her skin. When she got in front of him she had some of my cum running out of her pussy and down her leg, she collected it on her finger and pulled some more out of her pussy. She brought it up to his face and smeared it on his lips, “See that’s what a real man tastes like,” she said sucking the rest of it off her finger. I can’t say I took particular joy in that exchange but it was sexy hearing her talk about me like that, and it would have been better if I could have concentrated on anything but her ass. } {Will I die?} {I don’t know. I think it’s more likely we will both change, turn into something that is part both of us. The physical changes, they will never go away. So I will always need what you can do.} {I don’t want to die.} {I don’t want you to either. If it does happen, I’ll be with you until the end. I promise.} {Okay.} {Kitten?} {Yes.} {What does Dave want?} {He wants a woman who will defer to him in all things, treat him like he’s the most important thing in the world and be willing. Are you feeling all right Neil? I have some Scotch in my backpack if the pain gets too bad.’ ‘It’s all right, I don’t feel that much.’ He disappeared again with a satisfied nod. Julie started massaging my thigh muscles, quite expertly so, which made the colour change gradually. ‘Oh, look it is working.’ She sounded positively chuffed and continued more vigorously thereafter. The pain increased slightly, but it didn’t look like there was a lot of blood coming out of the wound, as there were just.