Roland’s

I drive. The blackened roads that lead to nowhere are my path as only white and yellow lines guide me forward.

I drive. No thoughts given to my destiny or my goal. No single comprehensible thought breaks through the barrier as my muscles act of their own accord, turning the vehicle in the direction of whatever future lays ahead of me.

I drive. Seconds? … Minutes? … Hours? … Days? No clue, no care. Time is no longer of any essence.

I drive. All memories are erased, a clean, blank slate, whose story is yet to be told.

I drive … Until I stop!

Feet move me forwards, my head never able to look back. Darkened sidewalks at night, shadows created by yellowed streetlights, pointing towards a large building. Doors open, access to the elevator given. A hand, attached to this body, reaches towards the numbered buttons and presses only one random button. The elevator ascends slowly. A stranger stares at me from within the mirrored walls of the lift.

Doors open once again. Feet move me forwards, my world seeming narrower and more focused as I pass by numbered doors.

Feet stop … body turns … a closed, dainty fist, taps lightly upon the door.

Time stands still … not a single breath taken … waiting … my future is just beyond that door!

The door opens!

This is MY WORLD!

Without a moments hesitation, every last shred of clothing is discarded from this body. Muscles fail me as I drop helplessly to my knees before MY WORLD. It matters none that there are others in the room, watching in rapt awe. My hands reach forward in search of my ultimate duty. HIS masculine appendage comes into view. MY WORLD comes into clearer focus as my hands grip onto my future tightly.

It is my duty to honor, worship, and obey HIM, for he is MY WORLD.

I kiss the head to honor HIM. I lick and clean every inch of flesh, in preparation to worship HIM. I grant HIM entry into my mouth … HIS to use as HE sees fit. HE slides easily to the back of my throat, gripping my head as he thrusts repeatedly and with urgency until I am rewarded with HIS gracious seeds of fertility.

A joy washes over me as I swallow and savor every precious drop. I continue to swallow and suckle until HE is as clean as possible. I bow my head in reverence and await further command.

I crawl forward into MY WORLD and remain on hands and knees, every orifice available for others in MY WORLD to use at will.

While Roland was thrilled to have Crystal reunited with him, he was somewhat disappointed that she hadn’t reached her fullest potential. He had great plans for her and had truly hoped she had survived THE GAME until the very end, for he was convinced that she would never want to go back to being a man. In that sense, Crystal would be his out of choice, and not by command.
Nevertheless, Roland now had a beautiful slut **** at his disposal, waiting and willing to obey his every command. Since his roommate Tyler had witnessed her submission, Roland offered her services to him as well, commanding Crystal to treat his roommate, and any of his guests, as she would treat him.

*** This is the end of this storyline path … Please try a different path for success ***