Something kinky

Rachel's hands trembled as she wrote furiously in the notebook, pausing occasionally to scratch something out before continuing. Her nervous excitement was palpable as she finally stopped writing and read over what she'd put down.

Without a word, Rachel closed the notebook and passed it to David, her hands still shaking. He took it cautiously, as if expecting it to explode or vanish at his touch. But nothing happened, though that did little to calm the tension between them.

David's heart pounded in his chest as he opened the notebook and flipped through its pages, his nerves reaching a fever pitch. What could Rachel have written that was so embarrassing she couldn't just tell him?

Finally, he arrived at the page with her message, and David's jaw dropped as he read it: "Rachel Is Dave Evanston’s personal **** and will follow his commands without question. Rachel feels pleasure every time she pleases Dave Evanston or follows one of his commands. Rachel will remember all changes made by Dave Evanston’s curse."

David was taken aback by the implications, but as he looked at Rachel, he saw a bashful smile on her face with something darker lurking behind it, a need. It seemed like her eyes were begging him to take control and make her his.

The thought sent a surge of excitement through David, awakening desires he hadn't realized he had. He imagined putting a collar on her, marking her as his own... The last pangs of guilt melted away in the face of these new feelings.

Rachel shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, mumbling: "S-sorry if that was too much." Her deep crimson blush only added to David's growing arousal.

A sly smile spread across his face as he recited her wish slowly, savoring each word. He even added a little something at the end: "...that Dave Evanston wants Rachel to remember."

As the words left his lips, Rachel's demeanor changed instantly. For a moment, she looked concerned about the addition, but then her expression turned blank and robotic as she stared at him intently.

"What are your commands?" she asked in a cold tone that sent shivers down David's spine. He stood there in shock for a heartbeat before deciding to test the limits of his newfound power.

Trying to sound dominant, he told her: "Strip for me."

Without hesitation, Rachel began disrobing as fast as she could, tossing her clothes into a pile by her feet. A slight smile crept onto her face as she followed his command, clearly taking pleasure in obeying him.

Once naked, she stood before David, her muscular body bare and ****. Her physique was akin to a female bodybuilder, with hardly any excess fat on her large frame. Rachel's breasts were barely C cups and looked even smaller against her broad shoulders.

As David's eyes roamed over her body, Rachel just stood there waiting for his next command, a picture of obedient submission...