He then pulled out a black doctors bag and set it on the bed. He asked if I was ready to be controlled and dominated. I said yes, but wondered if I ha...d said the right thing. He opened the bag, reached in, and pulled out a bundle of white rope. I almost went into shock when I was it. I just sat there and watch him go to work. For a moment, I couldn't move or think. That was all he needed, for in a flash, my hands were tied behind my back, my ankles were tied together and tied to the foot bar on. I had a pretty good idea of what these kids would want to make me wear to work. I knew that it would be something outrageous. But if they were coming with me when I went to the office then they must have something worse than showing me off in mind.I waited until Keary finished tormenting me with hints about what tomorrow would be like for me. While he talked he watched me, enjoying my fear, my dread. But as horrible as the prospect of dressing the way they were going to dress me was, and. .. me... I had to test it.In the Command area, I entered "Correct hair length to Navy standards for 1980." (I was long overdue for a haircut, even by my current un-military standards, and this would provide a harmless but dramatic test. I clicked the "send" button.Suddenly, I felt a bit of a tingle. I touched my beard - definitely shorter. I felt the back of my neck. That old, familiar military taper met my fingers and I ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror. I stared. It had looked better. Slowly she pulled them back up, turned her head and looked at me for a second, smiled and went back to doing what she was born to do, drive me crazy. With a smile she ran her fingers through her hair and laid down on the bed, on her knees with her breasts on the sheets and her beautiful ass in the air. She pulled the thin part of her thong down until it was right in between her pussy lips, right where I wanted to be. I could see how wet she was getting as her eyes rolled to the back of her.