Showcase the human body.

I am one with the creature nestled on the back of my head. I can hear its thoughts and commands, and it can see, hear, smell, feel anything that I do. And even though the being, for me, is an alien, I, too, am alien to -it,- and so it is only natural that it should desire to study my pliant body.

Receiving the creature's orders, I lift my white blouse from myself and feel the smoothness of my own tummy and midriff, and the slender shape of my well-exercised trunk. It wants to know of this is a healthy body, and I reply that it is-- in fact one of the only sources of pride I could count on when I was under the governership of my dictatorial parents. I'm not entirely certain why I was so bitter then, because at this moment, surrendering control to the creature is the best feeling I've had in a long time.

And I'm lucky to feel even better, as i am instructed to remove my bra and examine my breasts for my controller. The cups are off in a jiffy, and I am soon glancing down at my own mounds as I knead the supple flesh. It watches the action through my eyes and wonders about the function of these conspicuous fat stores.

These are...mammary glands, for the feeding of young?

"Yes," I reply.

Where do young feed?

With the index and thumb of each hand, I gently grasp my two teats and announce, "Here," for my controller. They harden instantly between my finger tips as a warming sensation moves through my body. The being is again puzzled.

Do you derive pleasure from this contact? it asks.

"Yes."

Suddenly the sensation multiplies, as It sends a stream of rewarding venom through my veins, apparently pleased at this discovery. -This information could be useful to the subjugation of similar Earth fauna,- It notes. Feeling a pleasure I've never known before, I can hardly disagree.