Putty in my hands into a
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You are a block of clay. You remotely resemble yourself, but that won't last long. My fingers massage into you, changing you. Changing your body into the perfect slave boy template. From here I will be able to change you into anything I want...
Changing your mind and body into whoever I want.
You're putty in my hands... because you want to be.
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