Domination/Go to Walter’s study
From Create Your Own Story
Over the years you’ve violated Lillian in every room of her house, and the study, her husband’s sanctuary, was her favorite to do it in.
Once you enter the room, you sit down behind the desk and wait. You know from experience that Lillian would much rather have your dick in her throat than have to talk to her bitch daughter.
It’s not long before the door opens and she walks in, her eyes shining with excitement.
“Colleen’s gone,” she says simply, and begins to remove her clothes.
For an older lady, Lillian has kept her body remarkably hard and taut. Rather than laze around all day with her money, she has, on your orders, spent most days in the gym. When you first met her she was well on her way to a doughy retirement, but once assured that her physique would soon make you lose interest, she immediately put her all into getting back into shape.
But that wasn't the only demand you made of her. You also had her surgically remove every hair below her neck, and thanks to a boob job you made her get, her tits remain perky and firm despite her age.
As you look upon Lillian’s now nude form, you also take the time to appreciate the other modifications you had done.
Diamond-studded piercings stare back at you from her nipples, bellybutton, and clit, as well as the word “PIGGYBANK,” which is plastered across her abdomen. There is also a “25¢” inked directly above her pubic area, and, though you can’t see it right now, you also know that she has a tattoo across her lower back reading “BREAK HERE” and bright green dollar signs printed proudly on each ass cheek.
At first, Lillian’s older sensibilities were appalled at the idea of being pierced and tattooed “like a common whore,” but over time she came to accept and love them. Hell, the tramp stamp had even been her idea.
She idly plays with her nipple studs as she awaits your commands, and you figure you've looked long enough.
“Daddy needs some cash, money bitch,” you say from your seat.
Lillian smiles and saunters up to the desk. “Well money bitch needs some sugar.”
She leans over and closes her eyes, and you do the same, moving in for a kiss. After a moment, you pull away and settle back in the chair.
Lillian gazes at you dreamily, and then walks around the desk to sit in your lap. She reaches for a drawer and opens it, pulling out a checkbook. She opens it, signs her name on the first check, then rips it out and hands it to you, blank.
“Now what else can your money bitch do for you?” she purrs, nuzzling into your neck.
You've owned Lillian long enough that she will do anything for you. So what do you want to do?
