while holding her head down until she's

I never tell you outright to change. I don't even criticize. I simply give or withhold praise.

"I like that color on you"

"I like that softer eyeliner"

"That shorter hem makes your legs look amazing"

"your tits look great from that angle"

"I love when you do that with your tongue"

Over years your wardrobe turns over into only things I like. your hair is grown and styled to My preference. your piercings and tattoos are in places and of things I prefer. your movements in bed are all orbiting the ways that you can please Me best.

I don't need to force you. Force has its place but it's barbaric and it's temporary.

No, to permanently take what I want from you, I just course correct your mind a fraction of a degree at a time. Imperceptible, until one day you no longer see who you used to be.

I've been thinking about sister-wives again.

I've been thinking about a pair of girls who are practically best friends. Girls who happily go out on little dates together, run errands together, and even fuck together.

God, I'd love watching my two girls grind against each other. I'd love coming back home to the sounds of my babies groaning and moaning, their sloppy, sticky cunts pressed against each other as they scissor. Their lips dancing across each other's skin as they grope at each other. One groping the other's perfect ass as her own fat tits are pawed at.

I'd have to get off to it. I'd have to walk up to the two, fascinated lust colouring my eyes as I stroke my stiffening cock. My eyes fucking plastered to the two of you as you worship each other. Pleasuring each other, not for me but because you're so fucking into each other. God, I'd have to jerk off to the sight of it.

I just love that one moment, you might be deeply kissing her and then the next, you'd feel the tip of my throbbing cock slide in between your lips. God, it'd feel so good. Two pretty, wet, soft lips eagerly trying to make out with each other around my cock. My two fuckdolls.

Sure, there might be a little competition here or there. You might fight over the tip of my cock a little, or try to entice me to fuck you first, but ultimately it'd just be a cute little rivalry. Ultimately, the two of you would happily eat my cum out of each other. Ultimately, the two of you would be perfect best friends married to and worshipping the same man's cock.