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By day, Warren Ashford closes deals in tailored Canali suits; by night, he becomes Willow—a blonde bimbo in six-inch heels and a silicone C-cup, locked in a micro chastity device and craving an Alpha’s control. When his wife leaves for a four-week business trip, Willow invites David Mercer, a dominant real estate developer, to her Manhattan condo. He plans to make her transformation permanent.
In the master bedroom of the Manhattan condo, Claire's absence hangs in the air as Warren, now Willow, smooths the sheer thigh-highs up her legs, the silicone breast plate settling against her chest.
At 6 a.m., Claire kisses Warren goodbye at the door, her lips brief and businesslike, and he feels the flat steel cage press against her thigh through his pajamas. The moment the door clicks shut, his
Willow slides off David's lap and kneels on the thick carpet, the leather collar snug against her throat, the photo of her in the hotel bathroom still glowing on his phone screen. David watches her, o
Willow kneels at David's feet, her fingers finding the leather of his belt, and she looks up at him, asking permission with her eyes. He nods, and she unbuckles it, the metal clinking as she pulls it
Willow asks to wear the white latex bodysuit, the matching stockings and mules with 6 inch heels and 2 inch platforms for david now. Willow stays on her knees as David returns, his glass set aside, an