Waking somewhere new

Eventually, Jamie opened her eyes. Her mind still felt incredibly hazy, the aftershocks of her intense "introduction" to orgasms still disrupting her thoughts occasionally. It took her a few moments to realize that she didn't recognize the ceiling. As soon as the thought finally wormed its way into her head, she sat bolt upright. Her computer was still on a desk in front of her, and her eyes were drawn to the messages.

BJ: Let's see just how far we can push things. Jamie, your bedroom will change. You'll get to keep the bed, the desk, and the computer. Otherwise, the room is now a fetish dungeon. There are sex toys galore, bondage gear, fetish outfits, even large predicament devices. You have an instinctive knowledge of how to use everything inside your new room, and you know without doubt that everything in it belongs to you, even though you've never seen it before.

Ooh, that's hot.

I can't wait to see her face when she wakes up

Wow. What a slut. Do you see that bookcase full of dildoes?

Make her give a fashion show wearing some of her new outfits

Jamie stopped reading at that point to look around her room. Like BJ said, she knew that everything inside it was her stuff, even though she'd be mortified even thinking of buying any of it, let alone displaying it in her bedroom. She'd never touched a penis before today, what did she need dozens of dildoes for? For that matter, why were there dildoes bigger than her arm hanging from her wall? Did people actually use things that big?

Hah. Her face is golden. You can see the blush.

Yeah, man. Look at her eyes and her lips. She's getting horny looking at her stuff.