This choice: Let Travis go control his hot girlfriend. • Go Back...Chapter #7Let Travis go control his hot girlfriend. by: Unknown "Here, Travis." You say, giving him the gun. A moment of regret washes over you as you feel it leaves your hand, but Travis's eyes light up with such glee that you can't ask for it back.
"Oh man," your mountain of a friend replied. "Monica is going to be a changed gal after I'm through with her."
You couldn't help but chuckle. "Oh, I don't doubt it."
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Travis could barely contain his excitement as he parked at his apartment complex and went bounding up the stairs to his apartment. He paused before the door and slipped the toy-looking gun into the back waistband of his jeans. Then he entered his place and called out to his girlfriend.
"I'm in the bedroom, babe," he heard Monica call. Travis grinned. Perfect.
Travis didn't dislike Monica or anything. She was a great girlfriend. There was only one place he was unsatisfied: in the bedroom. For him, that was a big deal. Monica was as boring as they came sexually, and didn't tolerate anything even remotely kinky. Travis, on the other hand, definitely had a dominant side to him, and definitely got off on humiliating and dominating women. The feeling of Megan's tongue on his sole earlier had really driven him wild, and he wanted it to be Monica licking his feet and so much more.
Travis entered the bedroom and found Monica relaxing on the bed, laying against a bunch of pillows as she read a magazine. She had dressed down for the evening, wearing her bra and a pair of pajama pants with her hair tied into a ponytail. She really did have the best body ever, with long, slender limbs, elegant hands and feet, long blonde hair and these crazy green eyes. Her breasts were on the smaller side, but Travis was into that, and she had no gut to speak of.
Looking at her filled Travis with a million dirty thoughts. Could he really turn his sexy girlfriend into the simpering slave Megan was? All it would take is one shot from the gun, apparently. He wondered if he should be sneaky about it, so she didn't know she was being controlled. That could be hot. Or he could try out the gun's other features and just force himself on her. The idea of her as a terrified little doll unable to stop his advances was already getting her hard, and some darker side of him though of turning her into something - like a bar of soap to run all over his body.
She looked up at him and raised an eyebrow, smiling curiously. "What's up, hon? I haven't seen you looking so excited to see me in a while."
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