Time to let Peyton explore my house!

The ride home was a much pleasant one compare to the trip to the Victoria's Secret's Headquarters, this is due to a few reasons. What make the trip there unpleasant was due to the constant voice in my head, telling me that it will not work, not finding any ladies to entrance, however, the trip back is pleasant, very much so due to the fact I have Peyton with me, staring at the flash of the camera, drooling slightly, "Yes... Mister Drake... I will obey...." She moans out, constantly as I drive, I smile as I look at her every now and then, admiring my prize, her moaning is music to my ears. I look at the bag of clothes Peyton got as I asked, "So... Other that the sexy black outfit... Are there more outfits you have in those bags?" I asked, as Peyton nod, "Yes.... And I can give you a show...." She smiles, still staring at the light, her mind fully opened for my new orders. "A very sexy and patriotic outfit... Mister..." She said in a monotonous voice, "Well... Enough of Mister... How about you call me Master?" I asked, teasing her, as she smiled, "Yes... I will call you Master.... From now on...." Deep in Peyton's mind, she is resisting, wondering why would she call a stranger her Master, but the Light, makes it feels... So right.

"Home sweet home..." I said, as I pull the car into the garage, "Welcome Home... Peyton...." I move, as I opened the door for her, keeping the camera with me, "So... You are saying about the sexy and patriotic outfit?"

Peyton smiles, as she looks at me, "Just wait a moment, Master! Just... Stay here! Don't come in until you hear me call!" She heads into the house first, I presume to change into her outfit. I take the time to review the device, noticing how "mindless" Peyton was when she is exposed to the light, and when she is not, she is submissive, but for a short duration of time. "Self note... Got to learn how to make the effect permanent..." I said to myself, my thoughts been disrupted by the call of Peyton, "~Master....~ I am ready!" She purrs out, I grin, as I decided to leave the details of the device to later, for now, I want to admire my prize. I head towards the hall, as I am almost dumbstruck by the view before me...

Peyton sits there, her blonde hair pulled up in a bun, her bright red glasses and lips accentuate her face perfectly, going well with the Miss America vibe she was trying for. You see her breasts covered in the colors of the flag, moving down her body to see the tight black dress she is wearing, her outfit topped off with red heels.

"How do I look Master Drake? Don't you just want to come and play with sweet little Miss America?" Peyton says with a grin, teasing you as she walks, her heels clacking in the ground as her small tits bounce in her bra, now leaning against you and staring into your eyes with her beautiful ones, kissing me lightly. I kiss her back slowly, as I take a step back. Peyton looks a little disappointed, but she acts compose, standing confidently, showing off her perfect figure.

"Time for the real fun... Go on Peyton.... Strip..." I hold the camera, as I snapped the last photo before she undress...