I found her sitting with her legs spread wide in the drive way with a group of boys gawking at her as she cried.I can’t tell you how many times I ha...e come home with her stomping around the house, naked as a J-bird, demanding that the boys untie the rope from around her dresser so that she could get a pair of panties out, so that she could get dressed.What I found most interesting was that her dresses were available and she could have slipped one over her head until I got home, or even wrap a. .. the craving. It made her lockedclitty throb. It made her asspussy frantically milk her master's largeplug forever buried in her ass when she wasn't being used.It was her truth. It wasn't something commanded of her. It wasn't afeeling that humiliated her or made her want to hide what she was. Shewas so lucky to be the owned property of a master who let her be herself.Let her own her truth and proudly display it.For a moment, the feeling overcame her. She froze and arched her back,thrusting. He or she would possess the victim's knowledgeand memories. Forking out all of the remaining little fund that he had,the uninspiring man purchased the 'costume gun' without any hesitation.Any logical minded person would think that such advertisement would be ahoax, but not him. What had he got to lose anyway?It arrived the very next day, much to his surprise. There was no name onthe box as it was left on his doorstep before the delivery man decided todisappear. The instructions which came along. "Awesome!" he said excitedly. I hoped for a moment that he would giveme a hug to celebrate, but it seemed that emotionally he really hadmoved on. He looked like he wanted to do something, but he didn't."We're having dinner over at my aunt's house on Friday," he saidinstead. "I'd like you and your family to come, and we can do somepracticing there." I nodded back to him, sad that he wasn't going to dowhat I wanted him to do."I'm sorry I can't stay longer," he said suddenly, ripping what wasleft.