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Friday, November 20, 2015

[SS-061] Seventh Mannequin


[SEVENTH MANNEQUIN]

As you drive home that afternoon after work, you know exactly what you are looking forward to: the perfect stress release you need after a long day of work.

As you walk out of your car, you see him standing at the glassed corner of your mansion. Even with sunglasses, you know that he is pensively staring at the sunset by the beach.

He only wears a brief, displaying his smooth muscular body--- because you told him so.

He listens to you, and obeys you well. So, eventhough you weren't there the whole day, you are sure that he has cleaned the house, worked out and prepared your food. You told him to wait for you in that spot everyday after he is done doing his errands.

You enter your house and find it spotless. He has done well today. You approach him from behind, for he still peers through the glass wall. He doesn't turn to you and he won't unless you tell him to.

You stare at his plump buttocks framed by his briefs. You can't even tell if he is breathing. He follows your orders up to the very detail of it: "Wait for me while standing like a manequin at the spot."

"Face me," you order.

He turns around and walks to you. He doesn't speak. He won't until you tell him to.

"Good work today," you commend him.

"Thank you, master..." he responds using a deep monotone voice.

"I shall reward you," you tell him, "peel off your briefs and assume the position."

He immediately skins his underwear as if his life depended on it. He turns away from you, bends over and reaches for his toes. His muscled ass is ready for the taking.

"When I fuck you, I want you to lose control. I want you to give in. I want you to say exactly how it feels," you instruct him.

"Yes master," his voice answers from the floor.

You penetrate his hole with a rage, just like how you and your slave want it. He is the seventh man you have hypnotically dominated. And so far, he seems to be the best you have had so far.

It will be long until you sell this muscular slave to rich businessmen.

He starts screaming and bellowing out how he feels about you ravaging his ass.

"AHHH MASTER! YES! FUCK ME GOOD! YEAAAH. I AM YOUR PUSSY. AHHH. FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK MEEE!”

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