"Conventional anesthetics would have left you bruised and uncomfortable, but this technique reduces the physical trauma and leaves you with a pleasant... post-hypnotic glow."Slowly, Margaret raised her head. A man was leaning over her, a distinguished-looking man in his mid-fifties. A name swam into her mind. "Doctor Calvin. That's who he is. He's going to fix me..." Pleasant," she murmured aloud. "Yeah." Now, what do you think of your new breasts?" Oh... oh my God." Realisation burst through. You’re paying back for favors now. You’re a user, Amber. You use everybody for whatever you want and you never give back. Well, now you’ll be giving everything back and then some. You’ll be downright generous…with your bimbo ass!’ I stamped my bare foot, even though she couldn’t see it. ‘Fine, I’m paying everybody back, but why the heck is my body, like, changing? I look like a damn beach bunny!’ ‘Oh, you’re not done changing yet. You’ll wish you just looked like a beach bunny by tonight. You. Mandy gave me a knowing sidelong glance, and I felt my pulse skyrocket again.“Here it is,” Mandy announced, placing it on the coffee table. Christine looked down at it in fascination as Mandy explained how the tube was fitted and locked. I was sure my face was burning.Christine picked it up, and examined it. “Jeeze, it’s really compact isn’t it?” I saw Mandy’s soft grin quiver as it turned into a full smile. She was relishing this.“Yeah,” I answered, feeling my face burning, and my traitorous. Partly because she looked great, but also because he knew that she was holding the keys to his balls. Every time he looked at her, particularly when she noticed him and smiled back, he felt the pressure build. Hannah knew the effect that chastity had on him and this was why she ‘insisted’ that he wear the cage whenever he left her flat. He would occasionally protest, but she would correct these misguided actions by ordering him to kneel down in front of her, a technique that was especially.