It can't come fast enough

Logan wants to be the faggiest, sluttiest little bitch I’ve ever owned. He doesn’t just want to please me—he wants to become every filthy fantasy I’ve ever had.

Toys. Clothes. Roles.

He wants it all.

If it makes him feel like the perfect little fucktoy, he’s begging for it. Every time he finds something sexy—lace, leather, heels, a new plug—he sends it to me for approval, needing to know if it turns me on. Needing that validation.

The only problem?

He lives in the middle of nowhere. Shipping takes forever, and that just makes him more anxious, more desperate, more needy. And trust me—I wish he had it all right now too.

But until then? An old t-shirt turned into a crop top and a stretched-out jockstrap will do just fine.

I mean, look at him. Horny. Slutty. Obedient.

He can’t help but bend over, arch his back, and present that pussy for me—desperate to be used, starving for attention.

Logan doesn’t just want to be my perfect little fucktoy.

He already is.