Karyn was now dressed completely in black leather and lace. Well, 'completely' was a perhaps too strong a word. Jon ogled her statuesque barely-covered body and especially those huge, heaving breasts that worked her flimsy bra to desperation.
"What's the matter, babe?" Karyn laughed as she pushed him into a seated position on the sofa. "Am I too much for you?"
Karyn leaned in close, Jon stared into the dark valley of her cleavage. She whispered in his ear, "Do you want to touch me Jon-baby?"
As erotically dressed as she was, and despite the rush of blood to his groin, Jon found the situation bizarre and getting worse by the minute. He was too scared to be horny!
Jon tried to climb out of the chair, but Karyn blocked his path and tried to hold him in place.
"Karyn this isn't like you," he said quietly.
"I asked you a question, babe," she replied, looking him squarely in the eyes. "I'm offering myself to you. I can see you're looking at me and if you want, I will give myself to you. I will give you all that I have, all that I am. So do you want to touch me or not?"
"Jeez, Karyn listen to yourself," Jon pleaded, pinned in place. "There are weirder things going on right now. No, I don't want to-"
Karyn slapped hard Jon across the face. It was the hardest he'd ever been hit. Then Jon noticed that Karyn had suddenly developed the physique of a female bodybuilder. Her muscles were huge!
"Wrong answer, baby!" Karyn barked angrily. "You do want me, you want me more than you've wanted anything in your whole life! Your every waking desire is to caress me, and your every dream is to feel my naked body wriggle against yours! You do this, or you'll be punished!"
Karyn continued, "You'll do whatever I say, because you love me and you'll do anything to make love to me! Because you can't imagine anyone else loving your tiny little body as much as I do! You'll obey me, because it's the only hope you'll ever have of having sex! Because if you don't, my body is off-limits to you! Because if you don't, I will make you suffer!"
"Jesus Christ!" Jon sputtered, only to be slapped hard a second time.
"Don't speak until I tell you what to say! You are going to promise to do what I say, and you are going to promise me that you will be the best girl you can be!"
"The best... girl?"
"Yes, of course!" Karyn's voice remained at high volume. "You will wear shoes like those and underwear like that! You'll style your hair and paint your nails and put on make up. You will shave your legs and pad your bra until you are the sexiest little slut in school! And when you are the envy of all the bitchy little girls, and when all the big boys have sweet, sticky dreams about you, then then I will allow you to touch me! Then I will give you what no other woman ever, ever will."
Jon was too afraid to talk back. His cheek was sore and his head still ringing from two open-palmed strikes of Karyn's giant right hand.
"Promise me!" Karyn shouted.
"I I promise," Jon whimpered, dazed and unable to conceive any other way to get out from under Karyn's might and out of this horrid predicament.
"That's right baby," Karyn cooed as she released her grip on Jon, "you're a smart girl."
However before Jon could get away, Karyn scooped him up in her strong arms like a child.
"What are you doing?" he asked as she began to move. "Where are we going?"
"Well babe," Karyn spoke softly as she effortlessly carried him upstairs, "We're going to play dress-up, and then we're going to do each other's make up, and then "
