To be his jewel-.

Just moments before, my mind was in the dark. Then Jonathan told me to pay attention…to look in the mirror…and immediately my senses were revived and my attention went where it needed to go. I stared into the shimmering glass and saw myself entranced and slowly transforming into something I have no control over. But he has control over me. He told me so-- with his voice, the other thing he told me to pay attention to.

“An ancient Egyptian manuscript describes women like you as jewel-slaves. Now you’re –my- jewel ****, Alexis, and I want to hear it from you. Tell me that you’re my jewel-****. Tell me that you obey me.”

I listen to this command. I pick out the right words and, for the first time since the ordeal began, speak his order.

“I am your jewel-****,” I answer. The jewel seems to glow brighter and hotter upon my admission of servitude. “I obey you, Jonathan.”

With that he begins to play, lifting my blouse and bra and exposing my breasts. But he shelters them immediately with his hands, his wide palms cupping them from hills into mountains. When he squeezes my nipples with his fingers, he is surprised to find them already erect.

“Oh what’s this, Alexis?” he asks, “You dirty slut.”

He squeezes and tugs my hardened tits, eliciting a tiny moan out of me.

“You like to be dominated, don’t you, Alexis? That’s why you’re already horny! I don’t need this necklace to fuck you, do I?”

I don’t know the answer to that, but he –is- the one in control, and right now he is in –excellent- control of my mounds. I can’t help moaning and sighing at his touch, doing so louder and more frequent as he continues to play. He even watches his own handiwork, grinning lustily all the while. He tells me to watch it, too, just barely taking my eyes away from the jewel’s reflection. Still, if I am not mesmerized by the pendant’s red glow, then I am mesmerized by the sight of my own breasts, dancing in Jonathan’s hands like lava lamps. He tells me so.

“Pretty soon I’m going to tell you all the things you –love,- Alexis,” he begins, “and first of all are tits. Big, beautiful bosoms with sweet little pink nipples, standing at attention like you stand for me now, Alexis. You love tits…

“…just like my other jewel-slaves,” he adds, then asks, “Do you love tits, Alexis?”

“Yes, I love tits,” I dutifully reply, “I love big, beautiful bosoms—”

“That’s enough, Alexis. That’s very good.