Renee knew all too well, her Daddy could care less whether or not she was wearing any make-up, but her boots, dress, and hair better be spot on when h...er playmates arrived. And, there was absolutely no way her I would even consider introducing my Little Slut to any playmate, until her collar was around her neck with me closing the lock myself. Although we do not have a long list of rules, unlike most of the D/s couples we know, wearing Daddy's collar was an absolute must for Renee. And she knows. Once the story is in place on the bulletin board, the spell will then activate. It will see to it that those making destructive personal attacks instead of reviews will be irrevocably transformed. It will also make certain that the transformed person knows of his or her alteration.If you like the story or write something the spell considers even marginally constructive, then nothing will happen to you.On the other hand, if you write a destructive criticism or engage in a personal attack, then. I turned off the light and closed the door. I watched him as he scratched his head, he said, “Fuck, fuckin’ bitch.” He scratched his crotch.He grabbed his cock through his jeans and yanked it a few times. He mumbled under his breath as his head looked to the floor and moved from side to side, “Need a fuck, shit!”He then looked at me and said, “You’re no virgin! Are yeah?”I looked at him and said, “Piss off you wanker, you’re not coming near me.”But he did, he stepped closer and looked me. I had no idea what I did wrong and so I had no idea how to fix it. I finally just gave up.A divorce would cost me a couple million dollars and probably ruined the new company. I was upset with myself for letting it go this far. I had my own legal staff on retainer, but still could not see a good way out.Glenda was growing into a fine young lady. I spent as much time with her as I could. Marcie usually kept us apart, but since she was gone so often, Glenda and I became good friends without her.