True to his nature Master has changed things for me and once again in such a way as to leave a broken, crying wreck. Master has turned me into his toi...let. While I have always taken pride and pleasure in drinking his piss and the same with rimming him, eating shit has never been even close to being a fantasy of mine, rather filling my with deep revulsion.As always there was no preamble, no warning. Master had strapped me down on the usual bench, on my back, my head fixated and simply lowered the. " Ok begin." He stroked. "Stop!" He dropped his hand to his side. "Go." He stroked. "Stop!" He stopped again. He was hoping that she would let him stroke just a few moments longer, he knew he could cum if she did, and he was getting desperate to cum.She continued the torture for what seemed like hours, but in reality was only a short time. She could see his tension, his frantic need to cum. Finally, when she felt he'd sufferred enough, she remained silent, watching as he stroked and. She rolled on her back and put her arm under Isabella’s head and she snuggled her breasts and they both drifted back to sleep.Isabella didn’t know how long they had been dozing, she only knew she felt awake and wanted to get up. She sat up and debated going downstairs to make coffee and breakfast, or lunch, or whatever time it was. Then, she looked over at Paula sleeping next to her, her body still and looking so beautiful as the sunlight accentuated all of her features.Isabella smiled a bit. Early experiments made random objects disappear and reappear in unprogrammed locations. I'd try to move a test cylinder and my coffee mug would disappear only to reappear inside the wall, or in another case my computer chair appearing in the water of the pool. I'd dedicated most of my waking time for the past five months though to solving this one small issue, saving one person, and my daughter would be the one to benefit first.She was the light of my life, the only good thing to come from my.