Let Miranda choose her fate

You watch your team work Jake over for a few minutes. Soon the big football player falls down. Your men take his arms and pull him back to his feet, holding him up.

"Good work guys," you say. "Make sure you don't wear him out too quick, this should take awhile."

You head into the Royal Bedroom as they start taking turns slapping him like a little bitch. You close the door behind you and turn to find Miranda sprawled on your massive bed.

She's lying on her side, facing you. Her business jacket is unbuttoned, letting it fall open so that her magnificent breasts hang out temptingly. A slight smile curls her lips.

"I'm ready to serve you, my King!"

"No, I don't think you are. I think you still imagine yourself as having some kind of control of your destiny."

Miranda starts to speak, but pauses as Jake's screams come through the door. They must be pretty loud, it's a very thick door.

She hops off the bed (making her huge breasts bounce wildly) and kneels on the floor in front of you. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, my King! Please, do whatever you want to put me in my place!"

"Hmmm, okay." You snap your fingers and your clothes change to a fancy gray suit, like a male version of the dress suit that Miranda was wearing. Her clothes change to a sexy schoolgirl outfit, with a pleated, plaid skirt and a white blouse tied in a knot under her enormous breasts. She looks over the changes and then smiles up at you while moving her body in a way that shows off her assets well in the new outfit. She definitely seems eager to please.

You stroke her jet black hair and run your fingers over the delicate features of her pretty Asian face. "You know what? I think it would be best if you picked your own punishment."

"Really? Like what?"

You smile down at her with just a little malice. "I don't know, but it better be appropriate for what you did to me, or I'll think of something on my own."

It's almost possible to look through her eyes and see the gears turning in her brain. She's probably trying to figure out the least severe punishment that will satisfy you. Then a smile comes to her face. She slowly runs her hands up your legs and looks hungrily at your crotch.

"You could do to me what I did to you. You could make me the royal cock sucker!"