The beads of fear induced sweat clung to her skin. Her face was flush and I could see the red mark on her nipple where my nails had bit into her fles...h. “Dance for me slave!” Emily was whimpering, almost sobbing, as I laid my hands on her hips. I could see the muscles in her tight, smooth belly start to convulse as she ground her hips down on to my hard cock. I let out an involuntary groan as I felt her swollen sex rub my throbbing dick. Emily rocked her hips, quickly learning. Now don't start in with me about the shallowness of physical beauty. A women's attractiveness to men is something built into us by millions of years of evolution. I can't help what I like and don't see any need to accommodate anyone who doesn't appeal to me. This new attractiveness of mine had accomplished a complete role reversal. Now, I suddenly had the sexual commodity women craved and desired instead of the women having the upper hand.I had a new sense of awareness about my genitals that I. Just me, the dust, and tons of the Army’s finest leftovers. Even Jones was asking questions. As if I would tell anyone what was going on. And that was the hardest part. I hated being by myself. I loved going out and having fun with friends. I needed people to talk to and laugh with. Two Tuesdays later, I was about to pack it in and trudge back to the barracks when the major appeared in the Dungeon. Deep inside, I was happy to see him and that made me mad. I felt like giving him a holy what for. I’m Jade by the way.” She turned and flipped the snib-lock to my office door and yanked the blind down. “So…” She said turning back and slipping off her tee-shirt off of her shoulders. “…my tattoo.” She clutched the garment to her small, bra-less breasts and stood in the middle of my office looking straight at me, almost defiantly. I could see, what obviously the tail of the wyrm was, start at the hollow of her throat, before it passed around her neck and over her right shoulder. To see.