No, she'll come to you

Your last instruction didn't include a time limit or any other rules, so Chloe will only be able to wear your shirt and nothing else until you say otherwise. At least you didn't leave her completely naked, but you can't imagine she would be happy with that arrangement. No, she'll come to you, and when she does, you'll be ready.

On the way home, you stop at the sex shop. Sure enough, shortly after you arrive home, you see Chloe pull up in her Mercedes and storm up your walkway. Shit, that thing is only a couple years old, you think. And she's worried about not getting a NEW car for her birthday?

"What do you think you're doing??" Chloe hollers when you open the door for her. "I tried to shower and change, but I can't take off your shirt, or put anything else on! Change things back now!" Wow, she's so used to always getting her own way, that she seems to have quickly forgotten who has all the power here.

"Thanks for coming to return my shirt," you say. "You can take it off now."

Immediately, Chloe pulls off your shirt and stands naked on your front steps. She seems to realize how powerless she actually is. "Change me back now," She says again, clutching your shirt in front of her to hide her tits. But she slowly backs away, knowing that's unlikely. "Or I'll get my dad to hire all the best priests and witch doctors to break your power. Then I'll make you pay!"

You never even considered that possibility. If she were anyone else, Chloe would probably be content to change things back in exchange for some sexual favors. You don't think either of you would be willing for that compromise, however. Good thing you came prepared.

"Actually, I have a pair of handcuffs on my bed that I would like you to put on," you say.

Chloe tries to bolt back to her car, but instantly stops in her tracks. She has **** but to turn back and follow you up to your room.