I’m a work in progress to be molded and shaped for the pleasure of my Master. I’m happy to have my lips inflated to being giant cock pillows. I love the command of Master putting me on a strict diet and excersize program and tracking my progress, punishing me if it’s not enough weight loss. Taking my measurements and blistering my butt if unapproved. Rubbing my pussy and spanking me into submission, then telling me it’s time to go to the plastic surgeon appointment you made for me, to talk about going up in breast implant size. I’m feeling so submissive and horney from the constant fingering in the car, not to mention the mandatory anal plug you slipped in, that I would literally agree to anything. I agree to a huge size that will require an internal surgical bra placement, and workouts for my back to hold them up. I’m happy because you are so pleased with me and “my” choices. I don’t even care about the pain of recovery. I’m just so happy to make you happy. On the way home you have me repeat “I am your perfect fuck princess” 20 times while you fondle my pussy. Then I am to repeat “I can’t wait to get on my knees and thank and worship you for perfecting my body for you”, and “I can’t wait to have your cock down my throat.” And “thank you for making me Master, I’m nothing without you”