“Do you remember what you used to be like, Maddi?”
Of course she did - she thought about what she used to be every day: Madelyn Stintson, powerful career woman with a bright future in broadcast journalism. Until he got a hold of her. But that Madelyn was locked away, a prisoner in her own body, and could only look on.
“Like, what do you mean, daddy?” said Maddi. She thrust her chest and gave a confused look - she hated when master asked her hard questions. She liked it much better when she got to suck his cock instead.
“You weren’t always my personal fuckdoll, you know.”
“Don’t be silly master, I’m ‘sposed to look pretty and make your big cock happy.”
“And you do a fine job of it, too. In fact, why don’t you get on your knees and come on over here.”
*teehee* “Like of course, daddy.” Maddi got down on her knees and crawled on all fours, licking her lips. She unzipped his pants and smiled ear to ear when his erection sprung out. A little bit more of Madelyn faded away that day, replaced by Maddi. Soon she was all there would be.
P.S. This is one of my very favorite images. Of course she has the bleached blonde hair, the huge tits, hoop earrings and heavy makeup requisite to be a bimbo, but that look of sheer stupidity - that’s what gets me. You know there’s nothing going on back there. Plus, those eyes are absolutely amazing.