Jen giggled froma ticklish feeling as she transported someplace. She found heself clad in pink boy shorts and a matching lacey bra. Though she would basically call it a scrap of fabric, as it was so small and thin. Her nipples poked through.
"Like, where am I?"
A male voice was heard.
"You are in my mansion. Thank's to your grandfather's and my stone, I have made this my own paradise. And you, my dear, are my bimbo slave. I wish you will do anything I ask you."
Jen feels a numbness in her head and feels compelled to obey her master.
"Yes master, I will do any command you ask."
"Perfect."
