His Bimbo

Emily's lips were plumper. Her hair was platinum blonde. Her tits were DDs now. Her ass was heavy from implants. She was tanned, pierced, inked. She was a bimbo, a toy, a canvass for her Master, Victor.

But it wasn't a happy slavery. It was penance. It was atoning for her mistake. For Emily had been stupid, promising that her mother would accept the offer. That she'd do anything for money. Only Emily was that motivated.

She took out the tray of tea from him, willing to bare anything for him. Insults, pain, anything ... just to atone.