In addition, your legs had on fishnet stockings and black pumps. You then noticed how smooth your legs are... you look at your dainty hands, then tug at a piece of golden hair that grew from your head... "What the hell?" You start to wonder, but at interupted by a bell ringing. You try to ingore it, but there seems to be a undeniable compulsion to respond. Slowly fighting each step you walk across the room, finding it surprisingly easy to walk on the 4 inch spiked heels.
Up the winding stairway you climb losing more and more of your resistance with each step. By the time you reach the last step, your hurrying along quickly. Opening a heavy dark old oaken door you step into a large old fashioned study. Across the room a thick bodied older man sits behind a huge desk. "Ahhhh Vivet!" He exclaims as you enter. "Come here and be a good girl." He pats his lap, smiling lewdly at you. Unable to resist you walk quickly across the room and sit your tight bottom on his lap. "The ball and chain has gone shopping." The older man whispers to you as his cold hand slides up your inner thigh. Under your petite silk clad bottom you feel something hard stir...........