"Will you acknowledge myself and Mandy to be thy lord and mistress?" It sounded ominous, like a biblical speech, but Jason nodded."Will you acknowledge myself and Mandy to be thy lord and mistress?" It sounded ominous, like a biblical speech, but Jason nodded. Dodds persisted. "And you'll do as we say; suffer any tortures we may put to you?" This scared Jason a little more, but he realized, too, that Dodds had never shown any signs of being truly cruel, and although his methods bordered on the baroque, and his bedside manner was maniacal, he had always seemed to make sexual pleasure, (or at least stimulation to the point of madness), his goal. Jason dropped his head in submission. "Yes." he said. Mr. Dodds smiled a broad smile. "Fine. Fine, then it's all settled. Now we understand each other." His voice rose to a shout. "AND FOR BEING SO IMPERTINENT AS TO QUESTION ME, YOU CAN DAMN WELL REMAIN A WOMAN FOR SEVERAL MORE HOURS!" When he finished his tirade, he was still grinning. He pulled out another rubber mask from the bag on the floor. "I've a better face for you to wear, my dear," he said, his voice softening suddenly, "this suits my tastes much better." After fastening it on, Dodds replaced the fancy wig on Jason's head, completing the illusion. Like the other, this one had a zip up the back, and when it was on, he pulled out a hand mirror from the bag and showed "Flora" her new face. It was as realistic as the other; that is, it really looked like a woman's face, although this face might have been more at home walking the streets. I look like a hooker, thought Jason to himself. His eyes were surrounded by bright eye shadow and liner, the lashes were thick with mascara, and his lips were painted a hot passionate red. Also, his mouth was no longer obstructed. He stuck out his tongue, through the ruby lips, just to see if he could do it. "Oh, don't worry," chuckled Dodds, "we'll give that tongue something to work on soon, never fear." He continued chuckling to himself, apparently thinking this very amusing, as he strapped onto "Floras" head a simple trainer harness which had no gag or blindfold. It circled the head three ways, and had many d-rings attached, but he couldn't really see the point. |