Smack!!! Don't question your master.

You quickly turnaround and were about to dash upstairs as you apologized for your insolence, when your tiny girlfriend's huge metaphorical hand grabbed your shoulder. "6 inch heels always slut. Always" You quickly put the clear stripper heels on and briskly learn how to walk in them on the fly, up some stairs, while you cheek was throbbing and you had a billion and one questions about your new black master as you got up the stairs, thankfully without rolling an ankle.

When you reached the bathroom, you turned the knob and stepped inside, there was a pile of clothes including a realistic looking set of fake E-cup tits, a negative chastity cage, the pink bottle of a Nair-like cream, and a couple of pills, one the obligatory oversized pink pill that you find in every sissification erotica that has pills to take in it and the other a large capsule filled with a grey dust, they sat on top of a note that said "Swallow first slut", so you did. Then you went to pull your clothes off, realizing that you ran upstairs in only a t-shirt and heels. As you take the tshirt off, you realize that your cock , which was so monstrous that it tapped your chest when erect and running just minutes ago was now flaccid, and shrinking.

"What were those pills?" You mused before you hastily rubbed the Nair-like substance over your entire body and counted to 600, slowly. At about 500 you turned on the shower to get warm and grabbed one ofnyour girlfriend's super soft, super pink wash cloths that were made from only the youngest clubbed baby seal fur that was treated in mixture of hand mined Argentine gold, finely crush unmarked diamonds from the Ivory Coast and atomized first tusk growth ivory dust. Maybe you should've realized your girlfriend was super rich before tonight. "Why did she have these weird pills that I love my black master and won't question anything because he will keep me filled with BBC always." was your last thought before you stepped into the shower, high heels and all.