i’m not here of my own free will, because i have none. Sometimes i remember a time when i thought i had free will, but that all changed when i met Him. i was very young, and very alone, and He took me in and sheltered me. Some called Him a harsh man, but He was just sweet in a different way. i knew He loved me; the way He’d squeeze my ass or stroke my hair as i worshiped His cock was so easy to read.

it’s not easy to clean the toilet while on all fours getting your ass pounded.

Life was idyllc then. i would wake up most mornings with His beautiful cock either soft in my mouth if i woke up first, or hard and spearing my cunt if He did. i tried being useful to Him; getting His beers and swallowing His piss so He didn’t have to stop watching His game. i cleaned His house, and it’s not easy to clean the toilet while on all fours getting your ass pounded.

He always told me He would move on, but i knew if i was good enough He would stay forever. When He left it broke my heart. i begged Him to stay, but i wasn’t enough for him. i even tried to appeal to His protective instinct, to help me because i knew i couldn’t survive on my own. His last words to me: "Get a job as a phone sex whore, maybe I’ll call you sometime."

i do anything for anybody

Are you there, Master? Are You reading these words? i’m doing just what You told me to do. i’m a good slave. i do anything for anybody. Have Your friends call and find out... i’ll do it all. Please take me back.