He told me…
As he bent me how he wanted me and spread my thighs until they burned, he told me that I was made to obey him.
“Made for me to use.” The strike of his hand on my bottom sent me jolting forward.
I had no will to protest, no desire to do so.
His to command, his slave, his good girl to be controlled and cared for by him.
Each time his hand imprints on my skin, I am his. Each time his cock claims my cunt, I am his. Each command I obey, I am his.
Made to be his and stronger for it
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