You worry about what Mary Lynn will do to you. She already viewed the gun as some kind of power trip, and now that you've just tried to steal it back, she's not likely to treat you with much kindness. You wonder if maybe there's some way you can escape into the recesses of the library stacks. If Mary Lynn leaves to go wreak havoc, then you can come back out. Your odds of surviving are probably better as a tiny man in the library than anywhere near Mary Lynn.
You're surprised, then, when Mary Lynn plucks you off the library shelf with her left hand and lowers you to the ground. Is she going to stomp you out? You should have known. But oddly enough, she points the gun at you, and when you fire, you find the world becoming smaller around you. You've grown! All of a sudden, you find yourself back to your normal height.
You're stunned silent for a few moments, but eventually you regain your bearings. "Wow, thanks!" you say to Mary Lynn. Maybe she's not so bad after all. Then she changes the setting on the gun, and fires it at you again. Nothing happens, which strikes you as odd, until Mary Lynn gets a thoughtful look on her face and says "get on your knees." You do so without thinking, and you immediately realize that she's hit you with the mind control. Mary Lynn smiles and approaches you. "Kiss me right here," she says, and she points between her legs. You kiss her crotch, thankful she's still wearing jeans. Mary Lynn lets out a tiny moan, almost inaudibly.
"All right, get up and follow me," she says, and starts walking without checking to see if you follow her. Of course you do, since the mind control leaves you no choice. Mary Lynn walks you to the back of the library until you see a small door you'd never noticed before. Is this a supply closet or something? Sure enough, when she opens the door and turns on the lights, you see nothing but a carpeted floor and piles of books lying around. "Go inside," she says.
When you do, she follows you in and locks the door behind you. "Wonderful," she says with a broad smile on her face, "Finally, a man who will do what I say. You don't know how long I've waited for this." Uh-oh.
"OK, first things first," she says, lying on the floor. "Strip me naked, and eat me out." Again, you have no choice. Mary Lynn doesn't have a bad figure, and you don't really mind unbuttoning and removing her black blouse, taking off the black bra holding her large breasts, and finally her black pants and her cotton-blue panties. You discover she hasn't shaved or trimmed her pussy hairs in a long time, and you wonder for a second how long it's been since she's had sex. Of course, you don't have much time to think, since she's given you an order. You get on your knees and lean in, giving her clitoris a kiss as you begin. You start licking her inner thigh and her outer lips, making Mary Lynn wetter and wetter. Once you decide she's sufficiently aroused, you go back to her clit, licking her slowly at first, and gradually increasing speed. You stay with her as she starts to squirm, and then to gyrate, and then to buckle, and soon she's thrashing around and screaming out. By that point you're moving your tongue over her clit as fast as possible, and it all pays off as she erupts in orgasm. You slow down to a moderate speed to prepare for another round, but Mary Lynn stops you. "That's enough."
You lie there crouched in front of her pussy for several minutes as Mary Lynn comes down from the orgasm you've given her. "Wow, that was amazing," she says. "That's everything I'd ever hoped for." She's slowly massaging her tits, clearly pleased with this turn of events. Then she says the line that sends a chill down your spine: "I always knew I wanted a slave."
That line shocks you back to your senses, and you get up to run. "Stop right there," she says. "Nice try, but you are never to leave me or run away, and you're to let no one know that I control you unless I tell you so. Do you understand?"
"Yes," you reply. "No," says Mary Lynn. "I am your master. From now on, call me 'Master' every time you speak to me, or I will punish you. Am I clear?"
"Yes, Master," you answer. She then smiles and starts to put her clothes back on. You wonder if anyone heard her passionate screams and moans. "Now, what should I do with you?" she asks. "I've always wanted to have a slave at home, but this gun presents interesting possibilities. I could shrink you down and have you as my slave everywhere I go, ready to do my bidding at any size, whenever I please. Maybe I could keep you in my underwear and give you a nice tap whenever I want you to please me, even in public. That might be fun."
She smiles again and looks down at the gun, stroking it with her left hand.