I'm so excited that I just received a book that was recommended by a dear friend. He sent me his very own copy of it- so sweet!

I give him a call to let him know that I received it and then sit down with my glasses to check it out.
I don't make it far before my eyes start to hurt and just generally feel weird. I keep trying and it doesn't get any better, so I remove my glasses and try to read it that way.
It still doesn't get any better; and, in fact, gets worse.
Finally, my eyes start to flutter and I fall face first into my bed.

When I wake up, I'm a whole di...

I'm so excited that I just received a book that was recommended by a dear friend. He sent me his very own copy of it- so sweet!

I give him a call to let him know that I received it and then sit down with my glasses to check it out.
I don't make it far before my eyes start to hurt and just generally feel weird. I keep trying and it doesn't get any better, so I remove my glasses and try to read it that way.
It still doesn't get any better; and, in fact, gets worse.
Finally, my eyes start to flutter and I fall face first into my bed.

When I wake up, I'm a whole different person. I speak robotically and stare off vacantly.
I call my friend back and speak to him in a monotone about how I am at his whim and completely under his control.

He instructs me to remove my wig, and then my clothing- one piece at a time, and then to start playing with myself.
He instructs me to tell him what I'm doing, so I describe my actions in a monotone and continue touching myself and fingering my pussy.

I cum at his command and then take photos of myself to send him.
Then I hang up the phone and lie down.
I wake up with no recollection of why I'm naked or why I've removed my wig.