I stand there, my arm around her waist, feeling the soft mesh of her tank top against my fingers. Her name is Petra now, or so she tells me. It’s a strange thing, watching someone you once knew as Viola transform into someone else entirely. She doesn’t argue about it anymore, just accepts it with a distant look in her eyes. I can’t help but wonder what happened to the woman I once knew, the one who used to laugh and argue and live her life with a spark. Now, she’s a fuckpet for her coworker, a role she’s embraced with a quiet resignation.
She Knows Her Place
The room is dimly lit, the artificial light casting long shadows across the floor. Her high heels click softly against the hard surface as she moves, a sound that’s become familiar, a reminder of her new identity. I can see the outline of her body through the mesh, the curves and lines that once belonged to Viola, now belonging to Petra. It’s a strange feeling, this detachment, watching her slip into a role she never imagined for herself. Yet, here we are, in this indeterminate space, where the lines between past and present blur.
Indoor Submission: Her New Identity
I remember the day she told me about her transformation. It was a quiet evening, much like this one, and she spoke with a calm that belied the storm inside her. ‘I’m Petra now,’ she said, her voice steady. ‘That’s what he calls me, and that’s who I am.’ I wanted to argue, to fight for the Viola I knew, but there was a finality in her words that silenced me. Now, as I stand here, my arm around her waist, I realize that this is her choice, her path. And all I can do is stand by her side, a silent witness to her transformation.
My Wife’s Curves Against the Glass: A Cuckold’s View
Big Dick for a Tight Pussy
Well, Boys, It Looks Like She Is Ready
Bound by Desire: My Cuckold’s Journey to Submission
Watching Her Dress Ride Up: A Cuckold’s Fantasy
Tell the Truth to Her
Teasing the Cuck: Her Whore Hands on My Shoulder
The Truth on Short Dress
