"Master, it might depend on my mood, but at the moment, the first thing on my list would be for her to be dressed up like a goth chick, with a black crop top, maybe some wrist cuffs, oh, and a short leash."
"Hot damn, this will be fun," Chandler says. He holds out the ring. "You are wearing the outfit you've described, including the leash, and no one will think it's strange to see you out in public like that."
The clothing springs into reality, covering your body. Leather pants hug your legs. The wrist cuffs are tightly fitted, but not so tight that you will lose circulation. Your clothes are very spikey, including the crop top that is showing off your abs.
A black leash is dangling in front of you, hanging from the Control Collar around your neck. Chandler grabs it, tugging you closer to him. He leans in and kisses you. Your eyes widen in surprise.
"Get in your cage while I change," Chandler says, turning away, and it's the first time you since you put the collar on that you've seen him looking embarrassed.
You obey, and spend the next 30 minutes in your cage while Chandler picks out a suit to wear. He looks impressive when he's fully dressed, wearing a black suit, black shirt, and black tie.
"Master, we can't go out like this, I doubt the magic is going to work on other people like that," you say, from inside the cage.
"Let's try it out. It's your fantasy, after all. Come on, let's go."
You crawl out of the cage, and together, leave your apartment. Surprisingly, the few people you pass on the way to the garage don't seem concerned about your outfit.
Chandler takes you to an expensive restaurant for Valentines' Day, a place you've wanted to go to for a long time. For a while, you're able to relax and have a conversation with him, even with that stupid leash dangling in front of you. The food is delicious, and the restaurant is beautiful.
Chandler even pays, even though you know he could make you pay. Tugging on the leash, he takes you back to his car.
When Chandler gets you home, your command from earlier kicks in and you begin to undress, setting all your new clothes in a pile inside the front door. Chandler looks you up and down.
"Go wait on the bed for me, sexy," he says.
Chandler undresses, and prepares himself. You feel anticipation, knowing what he's probably going to do next. You tell yourself you don't want to be fucked, you're sure you don't, but all the same...the atmosphere of romance is there, and you know the orgasm you get will feel amazing.
Chandler is naked and proud as he gets in the bed with you. "For the next hour, you're gay. You're going to be a willing participant in me romancing you."
"That's not one of my fantasies, master," you say, even as you feel a sudden attraction to Chandler's fit body, and his sexy smile, and damn, when did Chandler get so hot?
"Actually, it is. You wanted to get laid on Valentine's Day, and I'm sure you weren't planning to get kinky on the first night."
You realize you do want a guy to fuck you, and Chandler bought you a delicious dinner at a nice place. Why not give your roommate a chance?
Chandler and you kiss and cuddle and explore each other's bodies, and you feel loved.
When Chandler gets you on your back, and wraps your legs around his waist, you feel warm all over. His cock eases its way inside you. He's not in a hurry, and you enjoy how full you feel, and how he kisses you when he's all the way inside.
"You're beautiful," he says, during a pause between thrusts, while looking into your eyes. "And not just now, you were already beautiful before, these changes in the last day have just been finishing touches on a masterpiece."
You start to tear up. Damn if that isn't the most romantic thing anyone has ever said about you.
"Keep going, master," is all you can choke out.
Chandler fucks you harder, and you're both moaning, and when he finally cums deep inside you, you shoot your cum in between you both as he leans in to kiss you.
Chandler's cock pops out of your hole, and he cleans you both off with a towel.
The romance fades as the hour is up, and you become straight again.
"Ugh, master, why did you have to do it that way?" you ask. Chandler turns out the lights and climbs into bed next to you.
"Tell me the truth, I'm a pretty good lay, right?" he asks.
"It was the best sex I've ever had, master," you say. "But only because you made me gay for you."
"It was the best I've ever had too." Chandler sighs. "All right, you can sleep in the bed with me tonight, no need for the cage. I'll turn you back to normal in the morning and take the collar off, I promise. Let's enjoy the rest of Valentine's Day."
"Yes, master." You close your eyes when Chandler turns out the lights.
"Wait, master, could you please remove the command to give me a permanent erection? It's kind of distracting."
You feel Chandler's hand reach under the covers, and give your boner a firm tug. "You no longer have a permanent erection."
"Thanks, master."
When Chandler falls asleep, you feel under the covers for his right hand, where the ring is, feeling thankful that you slept on his right side. You ease the ring off, agonizingly slowly, praying he doesn't wake up.
You hold the ring in your hand. Chandler said he'd free you in the morning. While you'd hated being on the receiving end of your own fantasies, they were still your fantasies. And being totally honest with yourself, some of the changes were kind of nice. Having a big dick makes you feel like a stud, and being 18 again gives you more years to enjoy your life and be at your prime. On the other hand, Chandler could have done those things for you without getting intimate with you. Chandler got his rocks off more than you did, and he was obviously into 'your' fantasies quite a bit, so he must have been using you. How could you trust him to give up having a sexy slave to fuck whenever he wants? Would you be able to give that up?
You lay there in the dark, with the ring in your hand, and try to sort through your conflicting emotions.
Do you put the ring on and try to free yourself, or do you trust Chandler to keep his promise and free you in the morning?