Talk to Bruce

“Ivy, looking as fuckable as ever…” Bruce says. “When you get tired of those sissies you give pink pills you can come see me - a real man!” He offers.

You feel your own irritation dovetailing perfectly into Ivy’s penchant for transforming chauvinistic pricks into docile sluts.

“What do you have planned for tomorrow morning?” You ask.

“Buttering your muffin,” Bruce says.

“I’ll tell you what. Let’s play a hand.” You reach into your purse and bring out the black market clone pill. It’s a plus and will turn Bruce permanently into a petite Latino - a perfect submissive bimbo. “If you win we go to your place and you can butter my muffin. If I win you take that pill and we go to your place where you can butter my muffin…”

“Hardly seems like you’re risking anything,” he said. “Ahat’s in it for me?”

“Oh no, if I lose you can fuck me seven ways from Sunday. I will be your obedient little fuckpet, I promise. That’s what you’ve always wanted, right? Man up Bruce and deal…” you say.

“Fine…”

You start to start to play.