"I want this to be permanent."

"I want this..." You moan, your voice broken up from the pounding you've yet to recover from. "To be permanent..."

Adam looked so happy. And so were you.

Your life was remeasured after meeting Adam.

One hour after meeting him, you submitted to him.

One day after meeting him, he went to your house and brought all your valuables to his house. He sold what he didn't want or need.

One week after meeting him, he faked your ****, leaving you with no obligation to return to your old life.

One month after meeting him, he changed up his old bedroom — now your bedroom — to have sex toys, no windows or clocks, a small light, and an in-room bathroom.

And one year after meeting him, as he gave you a collar with his name on it, you realized you couldn't really remember your life before meeting him. Hell, you didn't know it was a year. For all you knew, it was six months.

It's been a year and a half, and Adam has fucked you in almost every way imaginable. And, that comes with a cost.

He doesn't have much use for you.

"So, Alice, I have a question." He asks you one day, and you look at him. Last time you left the bedroom or its attached bathroom was... You didn't know.

"Do you know what issue you've been giving me, sissy?" He asks, and you frown. You shake your head.

"You're boring. I could get a new sissy slut, easily. So... why shouldn't I sell you?" Adam asks, glaring.