Live Confession

For Ted Tomson, being called MASTER by Samantha Silva was pure gold. Overjoyed, he couldn't contain his satisfaction any longer, so he started clapping.

"That's it, very good, very good... this is your first step in your new life as a ****," Ted thanked her.

Hearing that, Sam **** a smile through the pain, as if she were giving him a medal.

"Hmm... grrrr... w... hm... that's good," she gasped.

Then the fat man changed his expression to a more stern one, something that struck fear in the President's heart.

"Don't declare victory yet, bitch, that's not enough for me... I want more!" she said, her eyes filled with malice.

"Mmm... What more do you want... Master?" Sam Solorzano stammered.

Years of humiliation and **** had caused him to build up a deep hatred for the girl before him. Now, that hatred was the perfect fuel for his long-awaited ****.

“I want everyone to know, every last soul to understand your new role: that you are now my property, so find your phone... You’re going to make a special confession!” Ted pointed at her as if she were a dog.

An uncontrollable urge to obey was born in Sam; she felt every fiber of her being pushing her to keep the fat man’s word. That impulse was so powerful that before she could respond, she was on her feet searching for her phone.

“Here... here it is, Master.” With her head bowed, she handed it to her master.

Without haste, Ted put the recording live on YouTube and then focused on his new ****.

“Okay, babe, pose as sexy as you can. Don’t take your eyes off the camera. You’ll tell everyone what’s going on... and what’s going to happen to you?”

Samantha understood the fat man’s dark desires. He wanted to completely destroy her reputation, to make the world see that she, a strong and independent woman, would be reduced to another piece of meat at the service of a man.

As before, the printer's stubbornness to obey instantly frustrated her, but her advanced transformation encouraged her to go even further. Not only did she have to tell her story, she had to give her soul to any viewer, showing how happy she was with her new status.

“I'll do it...with pleasure.”

Having said that, she flashed a smile as radiant as if she were at a parade, then deftly tossed her disheveled hair and placed both hands on her waist.

“Hi everyone, if anyone doesn't know me, I'm Samantha Silva, the successful 19-year-old Student Council President,” she spoke to the camera with the same pride as always. “As you might have guessed, I'm in heat. My vulva is burning intensely, having to use many toys to satisfy its desire,” she added, pointing to her dripping vagina.

Ted was amazed to hear Sam's confession; it was such a surreal moment that he only believed it existed in his fantasies. He quickly zoomed in on her crotch, focusing on the constant flow of vaginal juices that continued to flow out.

“Great, keep going,” he encouraged her.

That's right, my libido is through the roof, but I'm not here to talk to you about that. I'm here to make my wonderful transformation official. You heard right; just minutes ago, my conversion into a Fucker began... aay," she continued with her story, letting out a sigh of happiness. "Of course, I know exactly what you're thinking. Who is my lucky owner? Well, it's none other than... Ted Thompson!" Sam jumped euphorically, bouncing her udders.

The fat man, phone in hand, didn't miss a single detail of that voluptuous figure while masturbating.

“Wonderful, babe, but tell them what I've done to you so far.”

“Well, seeing how he dominated my sister and Tammy, I tried to avoid my inevitable fate. I know I was an idiot, but with enough persistence, this man in front of me subdued that stupid part of me... oh yes, his hypnotic essence awakened the bitch that was always inside me to govern that useless will that ruled me.”

Then, slowly and sensitively, she turned around, giving the audience an excellent view of her behind, which was still as red as a tomato.

"Of course, with the insufferable attitude she had before, she didn't deserve to be used. I needed a good spanking, and Tedy did it, spanking my behind so hard it's red hot." She bent down to bring her rear end closer to the camera. "Look at it closely. This is the punishment for the horrible treatment of my master, and guess what... I loved it!"

He turned around again to squeeze her breasts with a maniacal grin.

"Ooh... I don't know how to explain it; I adore with every fiber of my being everything he did to me. I'm incapable of hating him; any thought I have toward that man is imbued with love and lust." With a crazed expression, she began walking toward Ted. "Mmm... Oh yes, I feel **** next to this man... a feeling I like and wish with all my heart to reinforce."

She walked slowly, taking her time, licking her lips and watching the fat man as if he were the love of her life.

“Hehe... Really, babe? And why don't you tell the world what you truly desire?” Ted inquired, knowing her answer.

“Hm... I was hoping you'd say that, you great pervert. Surely many of you know exactly what's coming next... I WISHED TED THOMPSON WOULD FUCK ME! Nothing more than what I longed for at that moment: his huge, thick cock penetrating my pussy... ravaging its insides, pounding me mercilessly, feeling his hot sperm flooding my womb, and why not have tons of babies... I'll give birth to that fat man's children!”