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Windows To The Soul
The eyes are the windows to the soul. I’d never realised just how true that saying really was until recently. I could really see it now. Because whenever I looked into Leo’s eyes, I could always see Rory staring right back at me. Even now as we sat in a coffee shop together he looked over at me while sipping on his iced latte. His eyes gleaming with the same love for me that Rory’s always had.
It was enough to give immediate butterflies. Though, if I was being totally honest, Leo’s body was enough to do that on its own. All that size and hairy muscle Rory now had under his control was just something else entirely.
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3 months ago Rory had been involved in a terrible accident. You might be thinking of a car crash or a work related incident. But nope. It was a fucking lightning strike. A freak thunderstorm that’d come out of nowhere decided that of all places to strike lightning, it was gonna do it mere inches away from my boyfriend. A lot of lightning strike victims survive in some manner but Rory wasn’t so lucky. That strike took him out for good. Or at least that’s what everyone thought.
His body had been taken away and I as well as our family were left to mourn as we planned Rory’s funeral. It didn’t feel real at the time. Like it was all a sick joke. But that’s when it happened.
One night as I was looking back on some of our pictures together, I felt something cold press against my back. I hardly had time to react before I felt whatever it was pressing inside me as though it was seeping into my skin. Forcing its way into my body and attempting to take control. I tried to fight, resulting in my body and limbs flailing around chaotically, but it was no use. Soon enough this thing had forced its way inside entirely and quickly assumed full control on my body.
At first it seemed like a nightmare. Seeing my body move against my will. That is until I heard a familiar voice in my head telling me not to worry. I couldn’t believe it. It was Rory’s voice! He then spoke aloud using my own body’s voice as he apologised for taking over without asking me but he assumed this was the only way I would believe him. Naturally my mind was spinning with questions and he could hear every last one of them. So he took his time to explain everything.
He told me that ever since he was killed in that crazy thunderstorm, he’d been stuck wandering as a ghost. He wasn’t sure why but he theorised that perhaps something about that lightning strike had prevented him from moving on somehow? It was all he could think of since he hadn’t come across any other ghosts. Apparently he’d been watching me and his family ever since until he figured out he could possess people. Something he realised when he accidentally slipped inside the body of our mailman not long ago. Apparently it’d taken him days to figure out how to leave the poor man’s body.
“I would’ve possessed someone else or told you while I was inside the mailman but I didn’t you’d ever believe me if I didn’t go the full mile.” He explained with my own voice. “You’d probably think I was some crazy stalker.” And he was right. There was no way I would’ve believed him had he not literally been inside my body right now. That said I was feeling an almost incomprehensible mix of emotions right now.
Love. Joy. Shock. Fear. Relief. Those and so so many more all bundled up to create this whirlwind I was feeling as Rory took the opportunity to check my face out in the bathroom mirror. Going on to comment on how weird it was to see the face of his handsome boyfriend being reflected back at him as he prodded at my body while I was helpless in the passenger seat. Add Horny to the list of emotions.
But we both quickly agreed that this wasn’t the best way to proceed. For a start I wanted to actually be in control of my own body and as fun as it was to both live in the same head, I’m sure we’d miss not being able to kiss and cuddle up together as individuals and also having our private time when needed. Oh and being able to fuck of course. That said, if we wanted our relationship to continue then we needed to go about this a different way.
Getting Rory a new body of his own.
So that’s what we planned to do. I allowed him to hop in and out of my body for the meantime as a means of easy communication while we hunted for someone else for Rory to take over. We wanted to find a man who would be perfect on the outside but a complete asshole on the inside. Why? Well whenever Rory possessed someone, that person was completely conscious of everything. Something I knew very well by that point. For that reason we didn’t want Rory to just steal the body of the first hot guy we saw and damn some innocent guy to be a mere spectator for the rest of his life. Instead we needed to find a dude who was a total scumbag that deserved such a fate.
And it took awhile. Sure there’s plenty of bad people out in the world. But not all of them were obvious and the ones that were usually didn’t meet the physical criteria shall we say. There were a few close picks that Rory and I kept our eyes on but everything changed when we found Leo.
Rory had been in control of my body at the time. We’d decided to head downtown and shop around for the afternoon. Going into a few shops and buying some stuff here and there. Eventually we decided to have a little browse around one of those sporty shops that sell all sorts of athletic clothes that were great for the gym and other physical activities. That’s when we saw him.
Browsing some of the shoes on displays was this gorgeous adonis of a man. He seemed about the same height as me but man was he beefy! It looked as though his clothes were struggling to contain his body. The blue compression shirt hugged his upper body nice and tight in a way that showed off his hefty pecs that undoubtedly bounced with every step he took. Even the hard tips of his nipples were easily seen through the tight fabric. As for the sleeves. They seemed as though they struggled to fit around even a small portion of those colossal biceps he was showing off to the world. So thick with power. Bulging with strength. And those pale blue jeans being so firmly strapped to his legs that not much was left to the imagination. So skin tight that it was easy to admire those hulking thighs and calves, never mind that huge muscle ass and noticeably large package.
I could immediately tell Rory liked him. After all he had full control over all my bodily functions and yet I just got one of the hardest boners of my life. Though I can’t lie, even if I was in control my body probably would’ve reacted the same to a hunk like that. Especially after we saw his face. Because if that body alone wasn’t enough, his face looked as though it’d been carved by the gods themselves. So perfectly masculine in every way that was both rugged and gorgeous at the same time. And that beard. God the beard. It was so perfectly thick and full. I just wanted to run my hands through it and worship it for all it was worth. This guy was our dream man.
Hence Rory used my body to subtly follow the man around the store for a while. The two of us soon finding out he even had a full head of thick hair hiding underneath that cap he was wearing when he flipped it around at one point. I was starting to wonder if this man had any flaws whatsoever.
Sooner or later though, the man exited the store and we soon followed. Watching as he walked through town before dipping into another shop. Seeing this I reminded Rory that if we followed him into too many stores, he’d eventually notice and call us out. I told him that it would be safer if he left my body and continued to follow that hunk in his ghostly form without me and report back tonight. Rory liked the sound of that plan, soon jumping out of my body and leaving me disoriented for a moment. I couldn’t see him anymore of course but I could only assume followed our new friend into that other shop afterwards and to anywhere else that hunk went.
Then I just had to wait.
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Later that same evening I was sitting up in bed watching some TV as I absentmindedly rubbed my cock to the thought of that hunk from earlier that day. And then right one cue that familiar icy hot feeling rushed over my entire being as Rory slipped back inside my skin. By this point we’d done it enough times that the possessions were usually seamless.
Can it go any Lower? - Part 2
I didn't get much the first day. A couple of pounds each day. I was starving and one of them noticed it from the way i was looking at his sandwich. He said to me “You alright mate? You hungry?” I nodded. I was embarrassed to tell a junkie that I was hungry. He handed me a spare sandwich he had, then he gave the last bit to his and started rolling a joint. My question came out spontaneously “How do you get so much cash?”. He laughed loud “Do I look so rich, mate?” Well, actually I must have sounded pretty ridiculous, but he knew what I meant. “Mate, the folk will never give you money if you ask for spare change dressed like a princess”. I looked down at my clothes - I was still wearing my abercrombie tee and the jeans from my night out, Dirty clothes but still not right for a begger. “I can give you a proper junkie outfit if you give me yours, mate” I didn’t have to think much and I also hoped to get some puffs from my mate’s joint. I handed my clothes and slipped in an old trackies he offered me and a pair of trainer one size bigger. He put my stuff in his backpack. He was bigger than mine, it was unlikely that he could wear them. “Nah, it’s not for me mate, I can make some good cash out of it”.I felt kind of defrauded, but he offered me the end of his joint and some good advice, thus I just let it go. From then on the life on the street got better and I was plenty of time for thinking about what a shit of person I was. Everyday I spent on the street begging, I would decide to quit with that kind of life and get back in track. And it would have been like this everyday. I was just staring the pavement in front of me when a pair of shiny shoes stopped before me. I raised my eyes and glanced on the elegant man who was standing in front of me. I blessed him and asking for change. That was a bit awkward though, because that man was stunning. A hot man in his forties. He squatted and started talking to me. Small talk at first, then a couple of compliment. Finally he took a tenner out of his wallet and told me “Would you like to have a walk with me in that backstreet, mate?”. Of course I knew what was going on, but I did not mind. That man was stunning and I was more than happy to get my 10 sterlings. It didnt take long for me to get down on my knees and start sucking him off. He smelled good, the fabric of his suit was soft and the way he softly rubbed my head made me forget for some minutes how much of a junkie I had become. He was not surprised at all when I swallowed all his cum and accurately licked clean his cock before putting it back in his trousers. “Do you want to eat something? Come on, it’s on me” I nodded. He took me to a pub, a gay one. When we got in, the barman said hello to him in a warm way, and my man ordered him two cheeseburgers to be taken upstairs. The barman nodded and then looked at me disgusted. I realised soon that he was the owner. Once upstairs they brought us two beers, and Max - that was his name - asked me to strip. It was the first time after weeks in which I felt self conscious. I was dirty and stinky and my white briefs were filthy. This didn't stop me though. in few seconds I was stark naked in front of him, He was studying my body more than enjoying the view. He told me “You have a nice twinky body. How old are you 24?” “No, 28, Sir”. “Well, you look much younger. That is a good thing. to me. That cock looks pretty small. Does it get any longer?” “Not really. It Can be 3 inches in my best ways.” I had never been concerned about this, but in that moment I felt humiliated. “I like it. I find it sexy…. would you like to get out of the street? Would you like to work here?” “Yes, I’d love to” I said “I worked in bars before, can be a barman or a waiter, anything you need” Max smiled. “You know, what I need is other stuff … this is a small bar, I cannot compete with a discoteque and my clients are middle age men mainly. I cannot afford to pay a drag queen or some go go boys. I was more looking for somebody who adds some spice to this place”. I was confused, I did not have the body of a go go boy. “I would like you to go around to the tables in jockstrap and trainers, entertaining our guests. Simple as that. You can entertain them the way you reckon better, but man the way you suck cocks would lead this business to the stars!” and while he was talking like that, my three inches were rock hard. “That us the reaction I was expecting!” he smiled “I will give you a room upstairs, just beside the barman’s one, I will give you a couple of jockstrap and a pair of trainers. You will help as a barback when needed. How does it sound?” In that moment the barman came up with our burgers and ejoyed the view of me naked and my little hard on. He looked at me not too surprised. He was young and good-looking, taller and bigger than me, with blond hair and green eyes. He just left the plates on the table and got back downstairs. I looked at my tycoon and asked him “So, that’s it? That is what you want me to do?”. He smiled “Well, I don’t think is that little to do. But I expect you to do it properly. Would you be able to? I won’t ask you if you like the idea - I can see that already!”. He was right, the idea turned me on as fuck. I had never done anything like this. I had some random sex in public places, but I never thought of that as a living. Nevertheless, he had been the first person in a month who wanted to help me out, except of the junkie who swapped his trackies with me. I was not keen to come back to the street and getting paid to suck some cocks did not sound that bad to me. “How much will you pay me, Mr?” He stayed quiet for some seconds, then replied in the most unexpected way. “Do you know how many people take drugs in hospitality?”. I did not reply, mainly because the answer was utterly predictable. “I guess you know” he continued “ and guess you can imagine how many trouble I got from it in 10 years, after I started running this place. That is why my policy is that no one who works for me has to take drugs. You look nice and seem to be a good guy. But I am not willing to hire you here, if I know that you take drugs. I don’t care if it is just weed. I am anyhow aware of the fact that it wouldn’t be easy to quit just because I told you so. Thus, I will pay you with food and a bed for the first two months, and you will have to deserve it. I will not give you money so you will not take the risk to buy your weed or whatever. Take it or leave it”. I was shocked. I would have never expected such an ultimatum. “May I sit?” The smoking burgers were my priority in that moment. He let me. I ate fast and I was delighted - it was the most decent meal I had in weeks. I didn’t want to fight for food anymore, didn’t matter what. After making my mind I raised my face from the plate and told him “I am in” and shook his hand. “Good job! We will make great business here. If you are done with your burger, I can show you your room”. I was still naked,”May I dress back, Sir?” He smiled “There is no need, you are going to wash that filthy stuff anyhow”. I followed him upstairs with my clothes under my arm. There was a “Staff only” door on the floor we were eating, behind which there were stairs leading to an upper floor. There were two bedrooms and one bathroom. One bedroom was full of stuff, the other one furnished but empty. We entered in the latter. There were a bed, a closet and a desk. “This is your room. I hope you like it. You’d better go and put your clothes in the washmachine there in the bathroom … and have a shower yourself.”. I didn’t know whether it was his charme or his charisma, but I found very easy to do as I was told by him. When I came back from the shower, he was sitting on the bed staring at the closet “Do you have other clothes?” he asked. I shook my head, hoping he could find something to make me wear. “You know, the job you are going to do every night requires a lot of humility. You are used to beg on the street, you are skinny, short with an adorable small cock. You are already half way. I could find a way to provide you some clothes, but you will have to earn them. And frankly you won’t need that much to wear while you are in this pub. Trust me, without drugs you will enjoy more your life here … and I have also something else to help you focusing on your job. He had a box on his side, from which he took out a chastity device. he disposed the rings on the bed, took the smallest one and adjusted the cage on my cock. He locked it up with a padlock and told me “It will be better for you and the clients if you stay safe in it. If your little balls start hurting tell me, ok boy?” I nodded, while staring at my brand new caged cock. “It’s time for me to go now. Have a good sleep. Tomorrow you will have to be on fire, boy!”. He left, I slipped in the blanket, in order to wait for the washmachine to finish washing my trackies, but I fell asleep meanwhile
Can go any lower? - Part 3
The morning after, I opened my eyes and I saw a guy getting ready in my room. He was wearing kitchen uniform and putting on an apron. Apparently my room was also the personnel changing room. He looked at me and said hi. He must have been Northern African, he barely spoke my language. I wanted to go to the toilet, I looked around to fetch something to wear, but then I remembered that my clothes were still in the wash machine. Oh fuck, I just got up stark naked as I was and headed to the bathroom. He followed me and as if it was the most common thing in the world he got in the bathroom and plugged the shaver to fix his beard. I couldn’t get if that situation was normal in that place or if the guy had particular habits. I was about to take a piss, when I realised that I could not pee standing. Then I sat and did my job. I didn’t enjoy the situation that much. I didn’t like to need to sit to pee and even less to be seen by that stranger while I was doing it. I got up and took some toilet paper to wipe the cage, that was leaking from its hole and the guy came in front of the toilet to take a piss himself. I was so jealous of him peeing standing. His cock was huge. I stopped wiping myself and got frozen on his cock. I didn’t even dissimulate. Once he finished he didn't put it back in his pant, but turned toward me and had a glance at my naked body. He got closer and kissed me with rush and then pushed my head down. I started sucking him off like I would have done in any other situations, but this time was different.I was craving that cock even when it was already in my mouth, like it was never enough. I rubbed my cage while sucking, even though it was useless. His cum exploded in my mouth, warm and salted. I swallowed it all and cleaned his cock clean. He put it back in his cookpants, then rubbed my head as a reward for my job and went away. It had been awkward and nice. I went to the washmachine and grabbed my trackies.
“Hey, boy! Good morning” another guy got out of the other bedroom of the floor. It was the barman, he had a gym bag with him. He looked even better in the daylight. “Did you sleep well?” I nodded. “You don’t talk much, do you, boi?” He was something like ten years younger than me, but kept on calling me ‘boy’. I liked his outfit, he had a clean look and an enjoyable smile. “Come down with me, I have to show you something”. I followed him downstairs, he led me to the bar and explained me what to do to prepare the necessary for the night. After that he headed to the gym. I did as I was told, There was just me and the guy I sucked before, He was setting up the kitchen. I was almost done with my tasks, when other two men arrived almost at the same time. One of them was English, the other one an Asian, who both said a general hello and went upstairs. Few minutes later the boss arrived with a bag for me. We went upstairs to my room, the two men were getting changed there. Apparently they were working in the kitchen with the Moroccan guy from before. In the bag there was a pair of brand new air max, black and white, few pairs of football socks and a couple of jockstraps. “This is your uniform, do you like it, boy?” I try it on. It felt nice wearing something that was not my third-hand trackies. “Your shift starts at 7pm and ends when the last customer leaves. You will do whatever the barman tells you and you will do your best to please each customer. If you fail in either one or the other thing, you won’t receive your meal. Understand, boy?” “Yes, Sir” I replied. “Heavy drinkers are our best customers, thus they deserve a particular attention from you. Do you remember what we said about cash?” “Yes, Sir. I am not allowed to keep any cash with me”. “Good boy” he replied “Then you will put any tip you might receive in the barman’s tipjar. Understand?” I nodded. “How are you getting on with your abstinence? Are you doing ok without weed?” I stayed quiet for few seconds, then I said “Yes Sir. But may I please smoke a cigarette?”. “Do you have cigarettes with you?” I took them from a pocket of my backpack and handed them to him. “Well, I propose you something. You can smoke your cyg or you can suck me off.” I really wanted to smoke, he was standing in front of me with a cigarette in his hand, but my look went down to his bulge, hard under his suit. I grabbed the cigarette, cracked it and got down on my knees. I opened his zip and did what I was supposed to do. Being prevented from playing with myself made me more eager to play with other cocks, while my sexual desire was replecing any other vice I had. He didnt say anything after cumming in my mouth, but I could tell from his smile that he was proud of me.
Can go any lower? - part 1
I reached the bottom. I had made stupid things before then and taken crazy impulsive decisions, but that time i was totally lost. It was almost one month that I was living on the street begging for spare change - using most of the little money I gained to buy weed rather than food. I have always been a lazy guy, never really worked hard, I left college after the first semester, left home and never come back when my father started demanding a contribution for the rent. And then I met Alan. He spoiled me in any possible way and helped me get a decent job despite my lack of skill, experience, and resilience. In three years of relationship, he managed to find me a job as admin in his office - a boring one, but for me it was still better than waiting in the pub we had met. It was a simple and happy kind of life, I earned little money, but the flat belonged to Alan and I normally used my salary to trave, drink and smoke loads of weed. He used to patrinise me often, telling me to save some money in case I had some projects for my future - i was 28 and he was 30, but he was much more mature than me, whereas I was both physically and mentally still a teenager. And I was also hormonal like a teenager. I cheated on Alan sometimes, not often, but he never found out. He was pretty old fashioned in terms of relationship. He didn't believe in open relationship and stuff like that, but he trusted me completely. He did not mind me going clubbing without him, he didn't like it at all. That’s why he totally freaked out when he caught me cheating on him. He went out for dinner with a couple of friends and I preferred to go out on my own, leaving on purpose my telephone at home so that I didn't have to be bothered by his calls. I could have never imagined to find him staring at me while a stud I found in a club was pounding my ass in a dark room. I couldn't believe it and so couldn't he. His friends dragged him in that club after getting tipsy. He looked furious, I was not afraid of him, he was not a violent person. I promptly pushed the guy away, and while pulling back my jeans I was telling Alan how sorry I was. He interrupted me straight away, starting yelling at me about what a slut I was, what a parasite, and any other offence that passed through his mind in that moment. I did feel sorry, he didn't deserve all this. And after crying out he kept quiet for one minute, then looked in my eyes and said: “You are disappearing from my life right now. Give me the flat keys.” I did not, I was trying to calm him down, but he got furious again and shouted “Give me the fucking keys!” I did as he demanded. He put them in his pocket and before leaving told me “I don't want to see your face anymore, do not come back home and do not show up at the office anymore”. And suddenly I found myself alone in that club, Alan and his friends went away, my buddy disappeared, and I was there with no boyfriend, no home, no job, and my ass still sore. I didi not have many doors to knock at, since all the people I met in that city were Alan’s friends … I needed to find a way to survive. I had 50 sterlings in my bank account, they were enough for one or two nights in a hostel, but I preferred to use them to buy food and weed. So that night I started sleeping in the park, and so had been for the following weeks. I applied for some barman positions in random places my look and my stink did not impress the employers. After the first week I just gave up. That was just enough. Nobody wanted to hire me, there was no way to convince Alan to forgive me or to let me take some belonging from our place. At some point I just sat down on the pavement and waited for people’s pity. There was a bunch of clochards in the corner of the park was sleeping at night, they were more junkies, totally fucked up and stoned all the time. Nevertheless, they had everytime something to eat and to smoke.
Brand new life
Today is day one of a totally different life. Someone would call it the fall if gods - a dominant master and handler reduced to a slave boi because of his little willy and his true self. Yes, that's what happened. Master James is gone and with him all the lies. My now master Sneakshaveit has made me embrace the best life I could have ever dreamed for myself.
The goals are the following:
1 - reduce my campiness to zero
2 - enhance my football skills
3 - improve my look under his directions
4 - improve my body
5 - renounce any control of my dick
6 - serve him and his husband Master Shaun in any required way
It's just day one and a long way to go but I am happy and feel utterly lucky
Thanks Master Steven and Master Shaun for this amazing first day and for accepting me after the inspection!
Hi pal
Hi there mate!
Why doesn't Molly have a cock cage?
Because molly has just a big clitoris. Cock cage is for cocks. She is not aware of how to use that clitoris as a cock so there is no need to lock her up
Because of the high rates of questions I repost the hair cutting video again that was deleted by tumblr before.
Spike
It is time for our happy family to get bigger. I got another dog now, his human name is Mattia - some of you might remember him from other posts - but for us he is Spike.
This event has nevertheless shaken Molly. Firstly, Molly has never liked him, not even when she didn’t know him yet. Seeing him in our place made her hugely jealous. Secondly, being Spike the boy, I considered more appropriate to make him wear the black rubber and leave Molly naked until we get a new one - pink this time. As expected, Molly felt quite bewildered crawling naked around her new brother wearing her rubber suit. On his side, Spike seemed to have a stronger instinct and to know how everything had to work.
I make them sit in front of each other and explained them the new situation. I told Molly that Spike is our new pup, that he is not a female like her and that he will have needs that she is going to satisfy. She seemed to follow, but when she looked between her brother’s legs she got confused again. That is understandable, though. Molly’s clitoris is as three times as Spike’s cock and that was not intimidating Molly at all. She kept on standing on her own. Spike showed the first sign of curiosity toward her, by getting closer and sniffing her pussy. His cock, that despite its 2.5 inches had been rock hard since the very beginning, started leaking precum. The drop falling on the floor somehow woke Molly’s female instinct up. Probably smelling the male hormones, she got on the stains on the floor and started licking them off. Her hunger just started growing and right after the stains she went to Spike’s cock and started licking it clean as well.. Suddenly, she realised that actually Spike was the best she could get. Molly was still the only girl of the house and now had a brother and a master ready to protect her, and she had two males to look after. After tasting Spike’s cock she understood that both her brother and her were ready to go ahead. Molly came to me wagging like a crazy dog, wandering around me, sniffing my shoes and showing me in any possible way that she needed her tail to be plugged off, in order to let Spike fuck her. Spike, instead, stayed there, sitting and showing off his tiny hard on to me with proud.
My dogs ad been so good with getting to know each other that I just plugged off the tail and let them fuck like they wanted. It was both sweet and ridiculous the way Spike tried to reach Molly’s hole with his little nub, whereas Molly pushed her pussy as much as she could to get pleasure and relief from her brother’s nub.
Pup
Hey Master,
Just a note to say that pup is HOT and you should get more videos of her :P
Sub
Does anyone remember my slave Mattia, the small cock one? Well, eventually he begged me to receive its nike air max as a tribute. Thanks biitch
Do you think I should demand more? LoL
One time or two I wondered how is the world from Molly’s perspective ...
when the pathetic Molly is with me, she is totally unable to write. It took a while even to teach her how to hold the pen with her paw. But eventually she could write a short 5-letter word. The only one she needs to know. Obviously, she cannot distinguish the letters, she just knows how to write it and knows what it means. And, of course, she wrote it on her clitoris, so that it reminds her to be sorry any time she gets happy to see me
I love the way Molly looks at me ... I can wear the simplest clothes, but through her eyes i am dressed like a prince. And she just forgets her shame ...
THANKS GOD I AM WHAT I AM
EVERY TIME I LOOK AT MOLLY I AM FUCKING GRATEFUL FOR BEING WHAT I AM.
A MAN WITH A PROPER BODY AND FROM A SUPERIOR RACE
Two bitches with one shot
Molly has dealt for the first time with the idea of having a sister sub. It has been hilarious ... for me of course.
Before Molly, I have already had an Italian 100% sub, named Mattia. Its submissive side is due to the fact that it has the micropenis syndrome. The funny thing is that for the rest is a young and handsome guy, with athletic body and gorgeous face. Nevertheless, it constantly begs for my cock. It is available to get any kind of humiliation in order to be well fucked. Since I started training Molly, I neglected Mattia.
When Molly asked me to see Mattia's pictures. then I told her to ask Mattia directly. But i did more cause I wanted to have fun. I ordered Mattia to please any request of Molly.
The result has been hilarious. Molly was totally confused. Imagine a bitch which can barely understand the difference between piss and water being begged by a dickless subhuman. On the other side, Mattia was totally desperate, cause I told him that gave me a bad feedback about his behavior I wouldn't fuck him anymore.
The reader should consider that since I stole Molly's human identity, she depends on me more than usual, and as a plain bitch she got jealous of my sub. thus, even though Mattia perfectly behaved with her, Molly gave me a bad feedback. The bitch did not know that Mattia was sending me snapshots of their conversation to prove his loyalty.
Bottom line, Molly lied to me again. I will definitely have to shave her head next time I see her, otherwise she will never understand that lying is wrong. On the other hand, I want to torture Mattia. This cockless sub recently bought great nike air max. I will make him beg so much that he will definetely give them to me. That's why i left Molly in charge of him. Even if Molly doesn't even know what "charge" means. LOL