Chapter 2: Building Tension
Two weeks later.
William awoke to the sound of Camila humming in the kitchen. He lay in bed for a moment, his body still aching from the previous night's training. Camila had introduced him to a set of anal beads, and he could still feel the remnants of the plug in his ass. He stretched gingerly, his thighs sore from spreading them wide open for so long.
He let out a strained whimper as he stretched to his fullest, feeling his body tense as he tightened every muscle. With a sigh, his hands went to his chest so he could massage the budding mounds of flesh that were slowly forming there. Since taking the medicine, his body had begun to soften, and his skin had become more supple, more feminine. His body was becoming soft and delicate, and he had already noticed how much tighter his pants were and how loose his shirts had become. This was why he preferred to be nude in their house, except for his cage.
He rose from the bed, the cool air of the room caressing his tender nipples and his still sore asshole. He decided to follow the sound of Camila's humming and the smell of warm bread, his stomach rumbling at the thought of food. He made his way to the kitchen in his usual morning routine, his bare feet padding softly on the plush oriental rugs that covered the hardwood floor.
As he stepped into the kitchen, the warmth of the room enveloped him, and the smell of freshly baked bread and sweet jam filled his nostrils. Camila was standing at the counter, her back to him as she spread a thick layer of jam onto a freshly toasted piece of bread. She was humming a soft, familiar tune, her hips swaying gently to the rhythm.
She was completely nude aside from an apron, and just seeing her round butt made William's caged dick throb. It had learned quickly that getting hard was not allowed, and slowly over time he had been getting erections less and less often.
The sight of Camila's naked body in the morning was enough to make his cock twitch, but it no longer strained to get free. Instead, it just throbbed gently inside its cage, a constant reminder of his new role.
"Morning, William," Camila said softly, not turning around. She spread a generous layer of jam onto another slice of bread, the knife scraping lightly against the toast. "I hope you're hungry. I made plenty."
"Good morning," William replied, his voice a soft rumble. He stepped up behind her, his hands reaching out to rest on her hips.
He couldn't help but admire the curve of her ass, the softness of her skin. He could feel the heat of her body through the thin fabric of her apron, and he could smell the soft scent of her shampoo.
Camila swatted his hands away playfully, casting him a seductive glare. "William, remember what I said: no touching unless I permit it. Hands off, sweetie."
William immediately withdrew his hands, feeling a pang of embarrassment and arousal at her reprimand. "Sorry, Camila," he murmured, his voice tinged with a hint of submission.
She smirked and turned around to face him, her hands on her hips and her breasts heaving gently. "I know you're eager to please me, but breakfast comes first." She grabbed a plate and pushed it into his hands, leaning forward to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Now sit down and eat before it gets cold. We've got a big day ahead."
William nodded, taking the plate to the table and sitting down. He looked down at the food, his stomach rumbling with hunger. The toast was golden and crispy, the jam a deep red that reminded him of fresh blood. He took a bite, the sweet and tangy flavors exploding in his mouth. He closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the sensation of the food melting on his tongue.
Camila sat down across from him, her eyes never leaving his face. She loved watching him eat, the way his lips closed around the food, the way his throat worked as he swallowed.
It was a simple pleasure, but it was one she enjoyed immensely. She took a bite of her own toast, savoring the sweet taste of the jam.
"So, what's on the agenda for today?" William asked, between bites. He was always eager to know what Camila had planned, to see what new experiences she would introduce him to. "Well, today is the day we start your anal training in earnest. I have a machine the artificer built, and I plan on making you ride it for one hour. But first, we're going to measure our penises to see how we're doing," Camila said as she spread butter on her toast, her eyes gleaming with excitement and anticipation.
William's eyes widened at the idea of a machine, but he trusted Camila. He knew she would never do anything to hurt him. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. "Okay, sounds interesting. Let's do it."
Camila smiled, her eyes softening. "That's my boy. Now, eat up. You'll need your strength."
After breakfast, they made their way to the basement where the artificer's machine stood.
It was a strange contraption, made of metal and leather, with a variety of protrusions and appendages. William studied it for a moment, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"What is this thing, Camila?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
Camila smiled, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "This, my dear, is an anal training machine. It's designed to help you get used to the sensation of having things inside your ass. It's fully adjustable, so we can start with something small and work our way up. But first, we have some things to do over here." She said, beckoning him to come to the table near the back wall.
On the table was a strapon, a notepad with pens, and a ruler. William looked at the objects with a mixture of curiosity and nervousness. He wondered if Camila was bigger than him now, and how she intended to use that toy.
"Come here, William," Camila commanded, her voice firm but gentle. William complied, standing in front of her as she sat on a stool. She began undoing the cage around his cock, the cool metal feeling strange against his overheated skin. The cage came off, and William let out a sigh of relief.
Camila looked at his flaccid cock with a smile, gently touching it to gauge its reaction. "How does it feel to finally be out of the cage?" Camila asked, her fingers gently stroking his softened cock. William let out a soft sigh, the sensation of her touch sending a shiver down his spine.
"It feels... strange," he admitted. "I've gotten used to being locked up."
Camila chuckled, a low and sultry sound that sent a jolt of desire through him. "I know, but for now, we need to see how we're both doing. Let's get this measurement over with, and then we can get started on your training."
She kept tugging on his cock, trying to get it to respond, but it didn't seem to want to try. "William, I need you to be a good boy and get hard for me. We can't measure it if it's not hard."
William took a deep breath, trying to focus on anything that might get him aroused. He thought about Camila, her body, her touch, her commands. He closed his eyes, trying to block out everything else and just focus on the sensation of her hand on his cock.
Slowly, he felt himself start to respond. His cock began to twitch, the blood rushing to it, making it grow and harden. He let out a soft moan, his body trembling with the effort of getting hard.
It had been so long since he had been allowed to be aroused, and his body responded sluggishly to the command.
Camila watched with a mixture of amusement and intrigue as he struggled to get an erection, but once he was hard she gave a satisfied smirk. She grabbed the ruler and measured him, her fingers wrapping around the soft metal as she held it against his cock.
"Five inches," she said, her voice filled with a mix of pride and disappointment. "Not bad for someone who's been locked up for weeks. You're still doing well, darling. Losing a whole inch in just two weeks is spectacular." She gave him an encouraging smile.
William felt a sense of relief at her words, but also a twinge of embarrassment at his size. He knew Camila had always preferred bigger men, and he was worried that he would disappoint her.
"Now, let's see how I'm doing," Camila said, standing up and unfastening her apron.
She let it fall to the floor, revealing her naked body. William's eyes widened as he saw the changes in her. Her hips had filled out, her ass had grown rounder and fuller, and her stomach had flattened. But the most noticeable change was between her legs. Her clit had grown many times larger, and now stood at her crotch like an angry pole. It wasn't very large yet, nor was it thick, but it oozed precum generously, and it looked like it was eagerly waiting for some attention. William's jaw dropped as he stared at it in disbelief, unable to take his eyes off of it.
Camila smirked, "Like what you see?" She placed the ruler at her groin, lining it up with her forming dick and noting its length. "Three and a half inches already," she stated with a small amount of awe in her voice. "And I've only been taking the medicine for two weeks."
Camila's new clit-dick was impressive, and it was clear that she was pleased with her progress. She turned to William, a mischievous glint in her eye. "It's not big enough to please that ass of yours, so for now we'll be using a stand in." She said as she hoisted the strapon to her hips, buckling it snugly around her waist. It was a simple harness, with two metal rings attached to it, one in the front and one in the back.
"Now, spread your legs wide and bend over the table. I want to have you back in your cage for your training." She ordered, applying lube to the rubber dick.
William obeyed , albeit with a hint of hesitation, his heart pounding in his chest. He spread his legs wide, his knees bent slightly, and leaned over the table. The cold metal of the table chilled his upper body, a stark contrast to the warmth of the basement air.
Camila approached him, the strapon swaying gently with each step. She ran a hand down his back, her touch comforting and reassuring. "You're doing great, darling. Just relax and trust me."
William took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. He felt Camila's hands on his hips, her fingers digging into his flesh as she positioned the strapon. He grunted as she pushed it against his hole, causing Camila to squeeze his ass possessively. "Loosen up, babe, otherwise this might hurt.
You wouldn't want to disappoint me, would you?" Camila purred, her voice thick with desire. William shook his head, his body tensing as he braced himself for the intrusion. "Good boy," Camila cooed, her hand rubbing soothing circles on his back.
She slowly pushed the rubber cock into him, inch by inch, allowing him time to adjust to the sensation. William gritted his teeth, his body tensing as the foreign object invaded his most intimate area. He was shocked by the initial discomfort, but as Camila continued to push, he found himself relaxing into the sensation.
"That's it, just breathe, darling.
You're doing so well," Camila encouraged, her voice soothing as she continued to push the strapon deeper into William. He could feel the cool lube spreading between his cheeks, easing the way for the rubber cock. He let out a soft whimper, his body tensing as the sensation grew more intense.
"It's okay, baby. Just relax. You're doing so good," Camila murmured, her hands rubbing soothing circles on his back. She could feel his body trembling, his muscles tense as he tried to adjust to the invasion. She knew it must be difficult for him, but she also knew that he could handle it. She had been training his hole every night, so by now he should be able to take something this size.
Her hands went up his back, around his ribs, and went to his small breasts , playing with them gently as she pushed the strapon in deeper.
"I love your tits, William. They're growing so nicely and they're so soft. I want you to have big breasts like mine so I can play with them all the time." She purred, her voice coming out as a low, sultry growl. She knew how to push his buttons, and she loved seeing him squirm under her control.
William's mind imagined himself with a pair of heavy , swaying breasts, just like Camila's. The thought both excited and embarrassed him, but he knew better than to show his emotions. Instead, he focused on the sensation of her hands massaging his new buds, the gentle pinches and twists sending jolts of pleasure straight to his cock, which oozed precum.
"Thank you, Camila," he murmured, his voice tinged with a hint of submission. "I'm glad you like them."
Camila chuckled, her fingers pinching his nipples harder, eliciting a low moan from him. "I don't just like them, darling. I fucking love them.
They're going to be perfect, just like the rest of you." Camila's voice was thick with desire and affection as she continued to tease and pinch William's nipples, her hips guiding the strapon in and out of his ass.
William was feeling a strange mix of sensations. The strapon inside him was both uncomfortable and pleasurable, and the combination of the pain and the pleasure was sending his mind reeling. He had never experienced anything like this before, and his body was responding in ways he never thought possible.
Camila could see the effect she was having on him, and she loved it. His body was reshaping itself to be more feminine, and as a result he was beginning to be submissive and enjoy being the bottom more each day. Even his cock, which had been hard just a moment ago, was only half-hard even as his prostate was being massaged by the strapon.
Camila noticed this and chuckled. "Look at you, getting all soft and submissive. It's so fucking hot."
William let out a soft whimper, his hips pressing back onto the strapon, trying to get more of it inside him. Camila chuckled and slapped his ass hard, leaving a red handprint on his flesh. "Not so fast, baby. We're not done with your training yet."
She reached around him, her fingers finding his nipples and pinching them enthusiastically. "I want you to cum with your cock soft , darling. I want you to show me you can still enjoy yourself without getting hard," she growled, her voice thick with desire.
William let out a moan, his hips moving in time with the strapon's thrusts. He could feel the pleasure building up inside him, the tension growing with each thrust. He bit his lip, trying to hold back, trying to delay his orgasm, but Camila wasn't having it.
"Cum for me, William. Show me how good you can be," she demanded, her voice firm and commanding.
William let out a whimper, his body tensing as the pleasure became too much to bear.
He could feel his balls tightening, his muscles clenching around the strapon as his prostate was stroked from within. He tried to hold back, but Camila's command was too much for him to resist.
"That's it, baby. Give it to me," Camila cooed, her voice thick with desire as she continued to pinch and twist his nipples. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the tension building up inside him. She knew he was close, and she was going to make sure he came with her in control.
William let out a guttural cry as his orgasm hit him like a freight train.
His body convulsed, his muscles clenching and unclenching as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him. He could feel the strapon deep inside him, stroking his prostate perfectly, while Camila's fingers continued to torture his nipples, pinching and twisting them mercilessly.
His cock, still soft, fired out his cum directly onto the tabletop, making a messy puddle that dripped onto the floor like a leaky faucet. He panted and moaned, his body writhing under Camila's touch, completely at her mercy.
Camila pulled out the strapon from his ass, the sound of the rubber cock sliding out of him echoing through the room like a wet smack. She could feel his cum dripping down his thighs, the sight of it making her pussy clench and her own clit-dick twitch with excitement.
"Fuck, William. Look at you, cumming like a little slut with a plug up your ass. You must really love taking it, don't you?" Camila taunted, her voice thick with lust.
William whimpered, his body still quivering with the aftershocks of his orgasm. "Yes, Camila. I do.
I fucking love it."
Camila smiled cruelly, her eyes gleaming with lust. "Good boy. Now, turn around for me, it's time we put your new cage on." Camila ordered, her voice thick with lust.
William turned around, still panting slightly from his orgasm. "Yes, Camila." He said softly, his voice tinged with a hint of submission.
Camila grabbed a box and removed the lid, revealing a smaller cage than before. It was made of a silver colored metal with pink hearts, and even the lock looked much sturdier. She held it up, showing it to William with a look of pride.
"This is your new cage, darling. It's smaller, to make sure you're always reminded of your new place. And look, it's pink with little hearts. Isn't that cute?" Camila taunted, her voice thick with lust and excitement.
William looked at the cage, his eyes widening in surprise. He had never seen something so... feminine before. It was so small that he could barely imagine himself inside it. "Camila... I don't know if I can fit in that," he said, his voice filled with a mix of fear and arousal.
Camila chuckled, her eyes gleaming with lust.
"Oh, don't worry, sweetie. You'll fit just fine. And if you don't, well, that's just too fucking bad for you, isn't it?" She said, her voice filled with a mix of cruelty and affection. She grabbed his cock, giving it a squeeze that made William wince. "Besides, I've heard that smaller cages train you faster, so maybe you'll forget how to get hard even quicker." She said, her voice filled with a cruel and seductive intent.
William whimpered as she forced him to his knees, his ass still stinging from her spanking. "Please, Camila. I'll be good, I promise." He begged, his voice filled with both fear and arousal.
Camila chuckled, her hand rubbing his head gently, as if to comfort him. "I know you will, my sweet little slut. Now, just be a good boy and stick your cock through the hole in the cage."
William complied, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation.
He took a deep breath and stuck his cock through the hole in the cage, wincing as the cold metal touched his sensitive skin. Camila chuckled and grabbed his hips, guiding him into the cage.
"There you go, sweetie. Just a little further," she cooed, her voice thick with lust. William let out a soft whimper, his body tensing as the cage tightened around his cock and balls. It locked in place with a click, confirming to both of them that it was sealed.
William felt exactly how tight this new cage was. Unlike the last one, there were no spikes to punish him, but the cage was just barely big enough for the tip of his dick to poke out from his pubic mound. Everything else was trapped inside of his groin, unable to leave the restrained confines of the cage. William took a deep breath, trying to pop the cage off as he stood up, but it was no use. He let out a whimper, the new cage fitting snugly around his cock and balls. It was so small, he couldn't even see any skin.
"You look so fucking cute like that," Camila said, admiring him up and down. She licked her lips, her eyes gleaming with desire. "I can't wait to see how you handle this machine after that."
William looked at the machine behind her, his eyes widening. He only now realized there were cuffs and restraints, and a collar as well. He understood that Camila wanted to restrain him to the machine for the entire hour, to have his ass fucked raw, all while inside of this painfully small cage. Despite how terrifying it seemed, he found himself feeling eager deep down, excited to see how much he could take.
He knew Camila would be with him every step of the way, and that comforted him.
Camila walked over to him, her breasts swaying with each step. She ran her fingers through his hair, tilting his head back to meet her gaze. "You ready for this, darling?" she asked, her voice smooth and calm.
William nodded, his heart pounding with both fear and anticipation. "Yeah. I trust you."
She smiled, her eyes softening. "Good! Now, let's get you secured to the machine." She guided him over to the device, his legs trembling slightly with nerves.
She took him to the seat of the machine, a padded and comfortable looking seat one would straddle like a horse, only coming up from the back of the machine was a piston-like device with an empty socket on the end. Camila grabbed a dildo from a box of them and connected it to the machine, then gestured for William to mount it.
"Climb on, baby," she said, her voice thick with lust. "And hands behind your back."
William hesitated for a moment, his eyes wide with both fear and excitement. He had never done anything like this before, but he knew that Camila would never hurt him. He trusted her completely. He climbed onto the machine, straddling the seat and positioning himself over the dildo. He reached back and grabbed the handles, his body tensing as he prepared for what was to come.
Camila fastened the cuffs to his wrists, securing them tightly behind his back.
She then affixed the collar around his neck, the cold metal sending shivers down his spine. She walked around to the front of the machine and grabbed his cock through the cage, giving it a firm squeeze. "You ready for this, baby?" she purred, her eyes gleaming with lust.
William nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. "Please, I'm ready."
Camila smirked and turned a knob on the machine, the dildo beginning to hum to life. It started to vibrate gently, the tip just barely brushing against William's hole.
He let out a soft moan, his body tensing as the sensation sent waves of pleasure and discomfort throughout his body. "You better get used to that feeling, darling. Because this machine is going to be your best friend for the next hour. And don't worry, it's going to get much, much better."
She turned another knob, and the dildo began to slowly thrust in and out of William's ass, each thrust going deeper than the last. William let out a whimper, his body tensing as the intrusion became more severe. He felt his prostate as it was gently rubbed by the underside of the dildo, causing just enough friction to make him feel sparks inside of his ass.
He let out another soft moan, his body trying to relax into the sensation. Camila chuckled and walked around to the controls on the machine.
"You're doing great, baby," she praised as she fiddled with the dials. "There, this should keep it nice and steady. You can enjoy yourself just like that while I go try something. Okay, babe?" She asked, tilting her head to the side in a cute manner.
William continued to gasp and moan as the machine pistoned in and out of him, making him choke on his answer. "Y-yeah , sure, whatever you want, Camila."
Camila beamed at him, her eyes sparkling with excitement and lust. She went up the stairs, leaving William behind inside of the device. She went from the basement door to the bedroom door, then immediately went to a box she had cleverly hidden in the closet. She opened it to reveal a special vibrating magic tool, one that could attach to anything and vibrate as fast as the user wanted. She looked down to her swollen clit-dick, already eager and oozing precum generously. She attached the magic tool to her clit-dick and let out a moan. "Fuck, that feels good," she murmured to herself as she adjusted the speed.
Soon she was laying on her back atop her bed, writhing in pleasure and grping her own generous melons while the vibrator assaulted her soon-to-be-penis with powerful jolts.
She conjured a magic viewing screen to check up on William, and was satisfied to see him still on the machine, moaning and grunting, rocking his hips back into every thrust of the dildo. The sight of him in a rapturous state caused her to tip over into an orgasm, her swollen rod firing ropes of feminine cum that splattered across her belly and pooled in her navel.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" She chanted, her body locked in an unending orgasm brought on by the vibrator. Every time she felt her orgasm slowing down it would pick back up again, sending another wave of femcum out from her urethra that would rain back down all over her thighs and toned belly.
She was moaning in ecstasy, her breasts heaving as her body convulsed and shook. She kept her eyes on the screen, watching as William's ass was pummeled by the piston-like dildo, imagining she was the one fucking him.
The thought sent another shockwave of pleasure through her body, and she felt her clitoral-dick twitch. She was so turned on, she could feel her whole body responding to the sight of him.
"Oh fuck, yeah, take that cock, William. It's going to be so much fucking bigger than that soon. I'm going to fuck you with a real cock, William. A big, thick cock that's going to split you in two and make you take it all," Camila moaned, her voice a low, seductive growl.
Then, to her surprise, the vibrator stopped running as the fifty minute timer ran out. She realized in astonishment that she had been laying there, cumming again and again for nearly an hour non-stop. The evidence of her marathon orgasm was painted all across her lower body, with her semi-clear pseudo-cum covering everything from her belly button down to her knees.
The puddle had pooled around her ass, slowly dripping onto the sheets beneath her. She smiled, imagining the mess she would make once she had a pair of thick, sw elling balls to add to her load. The thought sent another shudder of pleasure through her body, and she moaned, her fingers tightening around her tits.
She looked back at the screen, her eyes locked on William's naked body. She could see the sweat glistening on his skin, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed with each thrust of the dildo. She needed to go down there and release him from the machine.
She stood up, ignoring the slimy hot mess running down her legs, and went back into the living room and down the basement stairs.
She could hear the machine still humming and William's moans still filling the room. She walked over to the machine and saw that William's body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, his muscles trembling from the constant onslaught of the dildo. The seat of the machine had been completely drenched in William's cum, which was thicker and whiter than Camila's.
The thought that his cum, even after the medicine and ass fucking, was thicker and creamier than hers made her feel a pang of jealousy. She knew she would beat him in size eventually, but right now his masculinity was still superior in so many ways.
She reminded herself that this was still the early stages, and that someday he would no longer produce actual cum and would be spurting femcum from a little nub. This thought filled her with dark glee as she unbuckled her exhausted husband, who was so tired and raw that he couldn't even move.
He lightly whimpered as the dildo finally pulled out of his ass, making him feel empty and numb. Camila massaged his ass cheeks, coating them with a generous layer of soothing lotion. She saw the bruises and welts left behind by the machine and smiled, proud of her work.
"Good boy," she cooed, "you took that like a champ. Now, let's get you in the shower. You're a mess."
She led him, naked and delicate, to the shower, turning on the hot water and helping him inside. She joined him, her soapy hands exploring every inch of his body.
Her touch was tender yet firm, her fingers tracing the curves of his softening form. She paid special attention to his breasts, her hands cupping and squeezing them before pinching the nipples gently. William let out a low moan, his body responding to her touch despite his exhaustion.
"Shh, it's okay. You did so good , darling. I'm proud of you," Camila murmured as she rinsed the soap from William's body. She could see the exhaustion in his eyes, the way his muscles were trembling from the hour-long session with the machine. She knew he was sore and tender, but she also knew that he would heal quickly with her care.
She turned off the water and grabbed a soft towel, gently patting his body dry. She wrapped the towel around him, then picked him up effortlessly, cradling him in her arms like a child. William's eyes fluttered closed, his body relaxing into her embrace as he let out a soft sigh.
Camila smiled, her eyes filled with a mix of affection and desire. She loved holding him like this, loved feeling his body pressed against hers. She carried him upstairs to their bedroom, the towel wrapped around him still dripping water onto the hardwood floor.
She laid him down gently on the bed, his body sinking into the soft comforter. He let out a soft whimper, his muscles aching from the intense session on the machine. Camila curled up next to him, her hand gently stroking his hair. "Shh, it's okay, baby. I know it's sore, but you did so well.
I'm proud of you," Camila whispered softly, her voice gentle and soothing. She could feel the tension in William's body, the way his muscles were tight and knotted from the intense training session. She knew he needed comfort and care, and she was more than happy to provide it.
William let out a soft sigh, his body relaxing into the bed. He turned his head slightly to look up at Camila, his eyes filled with a mix of exhaustion and affection. "Thank you, Camila," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "that was intense, but I feel really good now."
His head rolled back into the pillow, his eyes drifting shut, and quickly he was asleep.
Camila smiled softly, her fingers still gently caressing his hair. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead, murmuring, "Sleep well, my love. You've earned it."
She stayed with him for a while longer, just watching him sleep. She loved seeing him like this, vulnerable and at peace.
As he drifted off to sleep, Camila stood up and went back to the living room, going over to her cauldron. She stared at the pot of bubbling pink liquid and smiled, then carefully took a spoonful and sipped up the fluid. A warmth filled her, radiating from her stomach and spreading throughout her whole body. She could feel her clit-dick throbbing, the chemicals pooling in her loins and making subtle changes to her body. She had made a change to the recipe of the futanari elixir, just a small one, but one that she knew would make a significant difference over time. She wanted to be bigger than William, she wanted him to be smaller than her, she wanted to be the dominant one in their relationship.
She began to bottle the doses and pack them away, preparing many dozens of rows of the formula, perhaps enough for a year. She smiled, and looking at the empty cauldron she gave a sift sigh.
"I can't wait to see if this works." Camila said to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. She couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. She knew that the changes she had made to the recipe were significant, and she couldn't wait to see how they would affect both her and William. She hoped that soon she would be able to dominate him completely, both physically and sexually. The thought sent a shiver of desire through her body, and she let out a soft laugh as she went towards the basement.