There were no other vehicles, so I assumed that the movers had finished the job and departed. I was correct.I opened the door and enjoyed the warm air that rushed out. The front foyer was lit only by refracted light coming from the kitchen behind the marble stairs before me and from the theatre room through the stone archway to my right. I noticed that the basement door, built into the side of the staircase and opening onto a stairway downward of its own, stood open and that the lights were on down there.The rug in the center of the foyer was a thick Chinese silk with a simple pattern in jade and white with red hints and highlights. I saw that my collar was hanging on a newly-installed brass hook set into the wall on my right about six feet up from the white-marbled floor. I stripped to nothing but the chastity belt, listening to the girls' happy voices in the kitchen behind the staircase before me, and knelt. I put the collar on and tightened that thick black leather thing. Oh jeez does she blush. I haven't seen anything like that in years. She doesn't look away though. She looks me straight on, red-faced and all."Well, yes. It's patchy too." Then shave it." Shave it?" Shave it. Make yourself smooth and beautiful." And then I suppose you'd want to go to bed with me?" Oh that! Shoot, I already want to do that. This would just make me want to worship you!" You goof!"She laughs; I laugh. We're enjoying the silly moment. I say "Come here" and pull her in and we hug. That's the instant of the transformation. It's quick, a blink. We're hugging and laughing and we look each other in the face and I kiss her.We're not laughing. We're not saying anything. Her eyes grow wide, then she leans into me and we're both kissing, mouth over mouth, lips touching and brushing, sucking, breathing each other's air, our bodies touching all the way down. I can feel my penis start to grow between our bellies and I know she can too.Then we're not kissing anymore. She's stepped.
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