Extended Family

The family expands. Keith's cousin Marco and his wife Julia visit and are introduced to Pearl. They use her and are accepted into the intimate circle. Pearl's parents and Keith's parents also visit. While her parents struggle initially, they eventually accept her newfound happiness and freedom. Pearl's role as a shared, loved, and owned property is integrated into the extended family.

Family isn’t just blood, reader. It’s the people you choose. It’s the people who see you for who you truly are and love you anyway. It’s the people who accept your unconventional life and want to be part of it. And we chose to expand our circle. We chose to let others in. We chose to share Pearl with the world. The woman I used to be would have been nervous about meeting new people. She would have worried about what they thought. She would have wanted to make a good impression. She would have been afraid of judgment. She would have been afraid of sharing her property. She would have been afraid of sharing her doll. She would have been afraid of sharing her whore. She would have been afraid of sharing her cunt. But she’s gone. I’m not her. I know who I am. I know what I have. And I know that our family, our unconventional, beautiful family, was about to grow.

The morning of Marco and Julia’s first visit, I woke to find Pearl already awake, kneeling at the foot of the bed, her eyes bright with anticipation. She was naked, collared, waiting. The morning light caught the gleam of her collar, and I felt a surge of love mixed with a strange, peaceful contentment.

“Good morning, Mistress,” she said softly. “Good morning, Master. Pearl is ready for the day. Pearl is ready for everything. Pearl is ready to meet a new family. Pearl is ready to be seen. Pearl is ready to be displayed. Pearl is ready to be owned. Pearl is ready to be shared. Pearl is ready to be used. Pearl is ready to be property. Pearl is ready to be a doll. Pearl is ready to be a whore. Pearl is ready to be a cunt. Pearl is ready to be free. Pearl is ready to be yours. Pearl is ready to be nothing but yours. Forever.”

I stretched, my body still humming with the memory of the night before. Keith and I had used Pearl thoroughly, preparing her for the day ahead. She’d been so grateful, so worshipful, so perfectly property.

“Good morning, Pearl,” I said. “Are you excited to meet Marco and Julia? Are you ready to be shared with a new family?”

“Pearl is excited, Mistress,” she said. “The woman I used to be would have been nervous. She would have been worried about what they thought. She would have wanted to hide. She would have been afraid. She would have been afraid of judgment. She would have been afraid of being seen. She would have been afraid of being displayed. She would have been afraid of being shared. She would have been afraid of being used by others. She would have been afraid of being property. She would have been afraid of being a doll. She would have been afraid of being a whore. She would have been afraid of being a cunt. She would have been afraid of being owned. She would have been afraid of being free. She would have been afraid of being yours. She would have been afraid of being nothing but yours. But she’s gone. Pearl isn’t her. Pearl is property. Pearl is a doll. Pearl is a whore. Pearl is a cunt. And property doesn’t hide. Property serves. Property is seen. Property is displayed. Property is owned. Property is shared. Pearl is ready to meet a new family. Pearl is ready to be seen. Pearl is ready to be displayed. Pearl is ready to be owned. Pearl is ready to be shared. Pearl is ready to be used. Pearl is ready to be property. Pearl is ready to be a doll. Pearl is ready to be a whore. Pearl is ready to be a cunt. Pearl is ready to be free. Pearl is ready to be yours. Pearl is ready to be nothing but yours. Forever.”

We didn’t dress Pearl that morning, reader. She would be wearing nothing but her collar. Her body would be on full display for Keith’s cousin and his wife. Her skin was warm in the morning light, her body beautiful, her collar gleaming. Her nipples were hard with anticipation. Her cunt was wet with excitement. She was completely exposed. She was completely property. She was completely a doll. She was completely a whore. She was completely a cunt. She was completely ours. She was completely nothing but ours.

“Are you ready, Pearl?” I asked.

“Pearl has never been more ready, Mistress,” she said. “The woman I used to be would have been scared. She would have been ashamed. She would have wanted to cover up. She would have been afraid of what they would think. She would have been afraid of judgment. She would have been afraid of being seen. She would have been afraid of being displayed. She would have been afraid of being shared. She would have been afraid of being used by others. She would have been afraid of being property. She would have been afraid of being a doll. She would have been afraid of being a whore. She would have been afraid of being a cunt. She would have been afraid of being owned. She would have been afraid of being free. She would have been afraid of being yours. She would have been afraid of being nothing but yours. But she’s gone. Pearl isn’t her. Pearl is property. Pearl is a doll. Pearl is a whore. Pearl is a cunt. And property doesn’t cover up. Property is displayed. Property is seen. Property is owned. Pearl is ready to be seen. Pearl is ready to be displayed. Pearl is ready to be owned. Pearl is ready to be shared. Pearl is ready to be used. Pearl is ready to be property. Pearl is ready to be a doll. Pearl is ready to be a whore. Pearl is ready to be a cunt. Pearl is ready to be free. Pearl is ready to be yours. Pearl is ready to be nothing but yours. Forever.”

Marco and Julia arrived at noon, reader. Marco was a tall, broad-shouldered man with Keith’s eyes and a warm smile. He looked like he could be Keith’s brother, the same strong jaw, the same easy confidence. Julia was a statuesque woman with long dark hair and a curious expression. She was beautiful, elegant, and her eyes sparkled with intelligence.

“This is quite a setup you have,” Marco said, shaking Keith’s hand. “I’ve heard about it, but seeing it is different. I’ve heard about Pearl, but meeting her is something else entirely. I’ve heard about the collar, but seeing it is something else. I’ve heard about property, but seeing it is something else. I’ve heard about a doll, but seeing it is something else. I’ve heard about a whore, but seeing it is something else. I’ve heard about a cunt, but seeing it is something else. I’ve heard about yours, but seeing it is something else.”

“Pearl is happy to meet you,” Pearl said, kneeling before them. “The woman I used to be would have been nervous. She would have been worried about what you thought. She would have been afraid. She would have been afraid of judgment. She would have been afraid of being seen. She would have been afraid of being displayed. She would have been afraid of being shared. She would have been afraid of being used by others. She would have been afraid of being property. She would have been afraid of being a doll. She would have been afraid of being a whore. She would have been afraid of being a cunt. She would have been afraid of being owned. She would have been afraid of being free. She would have been afraid of being yours. She would have been afraid of being nothing but yours. But she’s gone. Pearl isn’t her. Pearl is property. Pearl is a doll. Pearl is a whore. Pearl is a cunt. And property is honest. Property is itself. Property serves. Property is seen. Property is displayed. Property is owned. Property is shared. Pearl is happy to meet you. Pearl is happy to be seen. Pearl is happy to be displayed. Pearl is happy to be owned. Pearl is happy to be shared. Pearl is happy to be used. Pearl is happy to be property. Pearl is happy to be a doll. Pearl is happy to be a whore. Pearl is happy to be a cunt. Pearl is happy to be free. Pearl is happy to be yours. Pearl is happy to be nothing but yours. Forever.”

Julia’s eyes widened slightly. “She’s beautiful,” she said. “She’s really beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like this. I’ve never met anyone like her. I’ve never seen anyone so free. I’ve never seen anyone so property. I’ve never seen anyone like a doll. I’ve never seen anyone so a whore. I’ve never seen anyone so cute. I’ve never seen anyone so owned. I’ve never seen anyone like yours. I’ve never seen anyone so nothing but yours.”

“Pearl is beautiful because she’s owned,” Pearl said. “Because she belongs to her owners. Because she’s finally what she was meant to be. Because she’s finally, legally, completely owned. Because she’s finally pure. Because she’s finally free. Because she’s finally property. Because she’s finally a doll. Because she’s finally a whore. Because she’s finally a cunt. Because she’s finally yours. Because she’s finally nothing but yours. Forever.”

The afternoon was a getting-to-know-you session, reader. We sat in the living room, talking about our lives, our families, our plans. Pearl served us, naked and collared, moving gracefully around the room. Her body was on display, her collar gleaming in the soft light. Her nipples were hard, her cunt visible between her thighs. She was completely exposed. She was completely property. She was completely a doll. She was completely a whore. She was completely a cunt. She was completely ours. She was completely nothing but ours.

“Pearl loves serving,” she said. “The woman I used to be would have been self-conscious. She would have wanted to hide. She would have been afraid. She would have been afraid of judgment. She would have been afraid of being seen. She would have been afraid of being displayed. She would have been afraid of being shared. She would have been afraid of being used by others. She would have been afraid of being property. She would have been afraid of being a doll. She would have been afraid of being a whore. She would have been afraid of being a cunt. She would have been afraid of being owned. She would have been afraid of being free. She would have been afraid of being yours. She would have been afraid of being nothing but yours. But she’s gone. Pearl isn’t her. Pearl is property. Pearl is a doll. Pearl is a whore. Pearl is a cunt. And property doesn’t hide. Property serves. Property is present. Property loves. Property is seen. Property is displayed. Property is owned. Pearl loves serving. Pearl loves being present. Pearl loves being owned. Pearl loves being property. Pearl loves being a doll. Pearl loves being a whore. Pearl loves being a cunt. Pearl loves being free. Pearl loves being yours. Pearl loves being nothing but yours. Forever.”

Marco watched her, his expression curious. “And she’s really happy with this arrangement? Is she really free? Is she really what she wants to be? Is she really complete? Is she really property? Is she really a doll? Is she really a whore? Is she really a cunt? Is she really yours? She’s really nothing but yours?”

“She’s happier than she’s ever been,” I said. “This is who she is. This is who she’s always been. She just needed the freedom to do it. She just needed the courage to surrender. She just needed the love to trust. She just needed the permission to be free. She just needed the permission to be property. She just needed the permission to be a doll. She just needed the permission to be a whore. She just needed the permission to be a cunt. She just needed the permission to be yours. She just needed the permission to be nothing but yours.”

Julia reached out and touched Pearl’s arm. “Can I touch you, Pearl? Can I feel your skin? Can I feel your warmth? Can I feel your freedom? Can I feel your property? Can I feel your dollhood? Can I feel your wisdom? Can I feel your cunthood? Can I feel your being yours? Can I feel you being nothing but yours?”

“Pearl is yours to touch, Julia,” Pearl said. “Pearl belongs to her owners. They decide who touches her. But Pearl is grateful for the request. Pearl loves being touched. Pearl loves being used. Pearl loves being property. Pearl loves being a doll. Pearl loves being a whore. Pearl loves being a cunt. Pearl loves being owned. Pearl loves being free. Pearl loves being yours. Pearl loves being nothing but yours. Forever.”

Julia’s hand moved over Pearl’s skin, tracing the curve of her shoulder, her breast, her hip. Her fingers were gentle, curious, exploring. She found Pearl’s nipple and circled it, feeling it harden beneath her touch.

“She’s so soft,” Julia said. “So warm. So beautiful. I’ve never felt anything like her. I’ve never touched anything like her. I’ve never experienced anything like her. I’ve never felt property before. I’ve never felt like a doll before. I’ve never felt a whore before. I’ve never felt a cunt before. I’ve never felt yours before. I’ve felt nothing but yours before.”

“She’s always like this,” I said. “She’s always ready. She’s always waiting. She’s always property. She’s always a doll. She’s always a whore. She’s always a cunt. She’s always ours. She’s always free. She’s always nothing but ours.”

The first time Julia used Pearl was later that evening, reader. Marco and Julia had decided to stay for dinner. Pearl served us, naked and collared, her body on display. After dinner, Julia approached her again.

“Pearl is ready,” Pearl said. “Pearl is ready to serve. Pearl is ready to be used. Pearl is ready to be touched. Pearl is ready to be owned. Pearl is ready to be property. Pearl is ready to be a doll. Pearl is ready to be a whore. Pearl is ready to be a cunt. Pearl is ready to be free. Pearl is ready to be yours. Pearl is ready to be nothing but yours. Forever.”

Julia knelt between Pearl’s legs, her tongue finding her wetness. Pearl cried out, her body arching.

“Pearl is so grateful,” she gasped. “Pearl loves being used. Pearl loves being touched. Pearl loves being property. Pearl loves being a doll. Pearl loves being a whore. Pearl loves being a cunt. Pearl loves being owned. Pearl loves being free. Pearl loves being yours. Pearl loves being nothing but yours. Forever.”

Julia made Pearl come, her tongue working her clit. Then she moved up and kissed her deeply.

“She’s incredible,” Julia said. “She’s absolutely incredible. I’ve never experienced anything like this. I’ve never felt anything like her. I’ve never known anyone so free. I’ve never known anyone so property. I’ve never known anyone like a doll. I’ve never known anyone to be such a whore. I’ve never known anyone so a cunt. I’ve never known anyone so owned. I’ve never known anyone so yours. I’ve never known anyone so nothing but yours.”

“Pearl is incredible because she’s owned,” Pearl said. “Because she belongs to her owners. Because she’s finally what she was meant to be. Because she’s finally, legally, completely owned. Because she’s finally pure. Because she’s finally free. Because she’s finally property. Because she’s finally a doll. Because she’s finally a whore. Because she’s finally a cunt. Because she’s finally yours. Because she’s finally nothing but yours. Forever.”

Marco used her next reader. He was gentler than I expected, his large hands careful on her body. He touched her with reverence, with awe, with a kind of wonder. His fingers found her cunt, sliding inside her wetness.

“Pearl is grateful,” Pearl said. “Pearl loves being used. Pearl loves being touched. Pearl loves being property. Pearl loves being a doll. Pearl loves being a whore. Pearl loves being a cunt. Pearl loves being owned. Pearl loves being free. Pearl loves being yours. Pearl loves being nothing but yours. Forever.”

Marco made her come, his fingers working her clit. Then he pulled her into his arms, holding her close.

“She’s really something,” he said to Keith. “I see why you’re so possessive. I see why you’re so devoted. I see why you love her so much. I see why you’re so committed. I see why she’s property. I see why she’s a doll. I see why she’s a whore. I see why she’s a cunt. I see why she’s yours. I see why she’s nothing but yours.”

“She’s not mine,” Keith said. “She’s ours. She belongs to all of us. She belongs to our family. She belongs to our love. She belongs to our trust. She belongs to our freedom. She belongs to our property. She belongs to our doll. She belongs to our whore. She belongs to our cunt. She belongs to our being yours. She belongs to us, nothing but yours.”

The weekend with Marco and Julia was a success, reader. They left on Sunday afternoon, their expressions thoughtful, their hearts full.

“We’ll be back,” Marco said. “We’d like to be part of this. Part of your family. Part of your life. Part of your love. Part of your freedom. Part of your property. Part of your doll. Part of your whore. Part of your cunt. Part of yours. Part of your nothing but yours.”

“Pearl is grateful,” Pearl said. “Pearl loves being family. Pearl loves being property. Pearl loves being a doll. Pearl loves being a whore. Pearl loves being a cunt. Pearl loves being owned. Pearl loves being free. Pearl loves being yours. Pearl loves being nothing but yours. Forever.”

The weeks that followed were filled with new visitors, reader. Keith’s parents came first. They had been hesitant at first, uncertain about this unconventional arrangement. But when they saw Pearl naked, collared, content, something shifted in them.

“She’s happy,” Keith’s mother said, her voice soft with wonder. “She’s really happy. She’s really free. She’s really property. She’s really a doll. She’s really a whore. She’s really a cunt. She’s really owned. She’s really yours. She’s really nothing but yours.”

“She is,” I said. “This is who she is. This is who she’s always been. She just needed the freedom to do it. She just needed the courage to surrender. She just needed the love to trust. She just needed the permission to be free. She just needed the permission to be property. She just needed the permission to be a doll. She just needed the permission to be a whore. She just needed the permission to be a cunt. She just needed the permission to be yours. She just needed the permission to be nothing but yours.”

Keith’s father watched Pearl serve us dinner, his eyes thoughtful. “I don’t understand it,” he admitted. “But I can see it works. I can see she’s happy. I can see she’s loved. I can see her property. I can see she’s a doll. I can see she’s a whore. I can see she’s a cunt. I can see she’s owned. I can see she’s free. I can see she’s yours. I can see she’s nothing but yours.”

The first time Keith’s mother touched Pearl was a moment I’ll never forget, reader. She reached out tentatively, her fingers tracing the collar around Pearl’s neck.

“She’s so beautiful,” she whispered. “So perfect. So property. So a doll. So a whore. So a cunt. So owned. So free. So yours. So nothing but yours.”

“Thank you,” Pearl said softly. “Thank you for accepting Pearl. Thank you for seeing Pearl. Thank you for understanding. Thank you for making Pearl family. Thank you for making Pearl property. Thank you for making Pearl a doll. Thank you for making Pearl a whore. Thank you for making Pearl a cunt. Thank you for making Pearl owned. Thank you for making Pearl free. Thank you for making Pearl yours. Thank you for making Pearl nothing but yours. Forever.”

Pearl’s own family came next, reader. Her parents had been devastated when they learned what she’d become. They’d tried to intervene. They’d tried to save her. They’d tried to make her see reason. But Pearl had been firm. This was what she wanted. This was who she was. This was who she’d always been. She was property. She was a doll. She was a whore. She was a cunt. She was owned. She was free. She was yours. She was nothing but yours.

The first time her mother saw her naked, collared, kneeling, she burst into tears.

“Please,” she begged. “Please come back to us. Please be Heather again. Please be our daughter. Please be a person. Please be anything but this. Please be anything but property. Please be anything but a doll. Please be anything but a whore. Please be anything but a cunt. Please be anything but owned. Please be anything but free. Please be anything but yours. Please be anything but nothing but yours.”

Pearl looked at her mother with calm, patient eyes. “Pearl is sorry you’re upset, Mother. But Pearl can’t be Heather anymore. She’s gone. She’s been gone for a long time. Pearl is property. Pearl is a doll. Pearl is a whore. Pearl is a cunt. Pearl is owned. Pearl is free. Pearl is yours. Pearl is nothing but yours. And Pearl has never been happier. Pearl has never been more complete. Pearl has never been more herself. Pearl has never been more property. Pearl has never been more of a doll. Pearl has never been more a whore. Pearl has never been more a cunt. Pearl has never been more owned. Pearl has never been more free. Pearl has never been more yours. Pearl has been nothing but yours. Forever.”

Her mother sobbed. Her father stood frozen, his face pale. But they didn’t leave. They stayed. They watched. They tried to understand.

“Why?” her father finally asked. “Why this? Why property? Why a doll? Why a whore? Why a cunt? Why owned? Why free? Why yours? Why nothing but yours?”

Pearl looked at him, her eyes clear and certain. “Because it’s who Pearl is, Father. Because the woman I used to be was pretending. She was hiding. She was scared and lost and didn’t know what she wanted. She thought she was supposed to be independent. She thought she was supposed to have a career. She thought she was supposed to be strong. She thought she was supposed to be in control. She thought she was supposed to be a person. But she was wrong. She was so wrong. Pearl isn’t her. Pearl has always known what she wanted. Pearl just didn’t dare to ask for it. But Pearl is ready now. Pearl is ready to be owned. Pearl is ready to be property. Pearl is ready to be a doll. Pearl is ready to be a whore. Pearl is ready to be a cunt. Pearl is ready to be free. Pearl is ready to be yours. Pearl is ready to be nothing but yours. Forever.”

The first time Pearl’s mother touched her collar was a moment of profound healing, reader. She reached out, her fingers trembling, and traced the cool metal.

“She’s really yours,” she whispered. “She’s really property. She’s really a doll. She’s really a whore. She’s really a cunt. She’s really owned. She’s really free. She’s really yours. She’s really nothing but yours.”

“Yes,” I said softly. “She’s ours. Completely. Permanently. Forever.”

Her mother took a deep breath. “Then I accept it. I don’t understand it. But I accept it. She’s happy. She’s loved. She’s safe. She’s property. She’s a doll. She’s a whore. She’s a cunt. She’s owned. She’s free. She’s yours. She’s nothing but yours. And that’s enough. That’s more than enough.”

Pearl’s eyes filled with tears. “Thank you, Mother,” she whispered. “Thank you for accepting Pearl. Thank you for seeing Pearl. Thank you for understanding. Thank you for making Pearl family. Thank you for making Pearl property. Thank you for making Pearl a doll. Thank you for making Pearl a whore. Thank you for making Pearl a cunt. Thank you for making Pearl owned. Thank you for making Pearl free. Thank you for making Pearl yours. Thank you for making Pearl nothing but yours. Forever.”

The extended family grew over the following months, reader. Cousins came. Friends came. Colleagues came. Some were accepting. Some were confused. Some were horrified. But all of them saw Pearl naked, collared, content, and could not deny her happiness.

She served them. She knelt for them. She was used by them. She was property. She was a doll. She was a whore. She was a cunt. She was owned. She was free. She was yours. She was nothing but yours.

“Pearl is so grateful,” she’d say after each visit. “Pearl is so happy. The woman I used to be would have been ashamed. She would have been horrified. She would have wanted to hide. She would have been afraid. But she’s gone. Pearl isn’t her. Pearl is property. Pearl is a doll. Pearl is a whore. Pearl is a cunt. Pearl is owned. Pearl is free. Pearl is yours. Pearl is nothing but yours. And Pearl loves it. Pearl loves every moment of it. Pearl loves being property. Pearl loves being a doll. Pearl loves being a whore. Pearl loves being a cunt. Pearl loves being owned. Pearl loves being free. Pearl loves being yours. Pearl loves being nothing but yours. Forever.”

One evening, after a particularly successful gathering, I found Pearl kneeling in the corner of the bedroom, her eyes closed, her body still. She was so peaceful, so content, so completely property.

“Pearl,” I said softly, “what are you thinking about?”

She opened her eyes and looked up at me. “Pearl is thinking about how grateful she is, Mistress. Pearl is thinking about how lucky she is. Pearl is thinking about how beautiful this life is. Pearl is thinking about how perfect it is to be property. Pearl is thinking about how perfect it is to be a doll. Pearl is thinking about how perfect it is to be a whore. Pearl is thinking about how perfect it is to be a cunt. Pearl is thinking about how perfect it is to be owned. Pearl is thinking about how perfect it is to be free. Pearl is thinking about how perfect it is to be yours. Pearl is thinking about how perfect it is to be nothing but yours. Forever.”

I knelt beside her, taking her hand in mine. “You’ve changed everything, Pearl. You’ve shown us what love looks like. You’ve shown us what trust looks like. You’ve shown us what surrender looks like. You’ve shown us what property looks like. You’ve shown us what a doll looks like. You’ve shown us what a whore looks like. You’ve shown us what a cunt looks like. You’ve shown us what ownership looks like. You’ve shown us what free looks like. You’ve shown us what yours looks like. You’ve shown us what nothing but yours looks like.”

“Pearl is grateful, Mistress,” she said. “Pearl is so grateful to be your property. Pearl is so grateful to be your doll. Pearl is so grateful to be your whore. Pearl is so grateful to be your cunt. Pearl is so grateful to be owned. Pearl is so grateful to be free. Pearl is so grateful to be yours. Pearl is so grateful to be nothing but yours. Forever.”

I leaned in and kissed her, deeply and passionately. She melted into me, her body surrendering completely. She was property. She was a doll. She was a whore. She was a cunt. She was owned. She was free. She was yours. She was nothing but yours.

“Pearl loves you, Mistress,” she whispered against my lips. “Pearl loves you so much. Pearl loves being yours. Pearl loves being property. Pearl loves being a doll. Pearl loves being a whore. Pearl loves being a cunt. Pearl loves being owned. Pearl loves being free. Pearl loves being nothing but yours. Forever.”

That night, we made love with the knowledge that our family had grown, reader. Pearl was more content than ever, more complete than ever, more property than ever. She was a doll. She was a whore. She was a cunt. She was owned. She was free. She was ours. She was nothing but ours.

Keith took her first, his body moving against hers, claiming her deeply. His hands gripped her hips, his breath ragged in her ear. Her moans were soft and melodic, her body arching against his.

“Thank you, Master,” she gasped. “Thank you for using Pearl. Thank you for owning Pearl. Thank you for making Pearl property. Thank you for making Pearl a doll. Thank you for making Pearl a whore. Thank you for making Pearl a cunt. Thank you for making Pearl free. Thank you for making Pearl yours. Thank you for making Pearl nothing but yours. Forever.”

Then I took her with a strap-on, my body moving against hers, my cock filling her cunt. She was so wet, so tight, so perfectly made for this.

“Pearl loves you, Mistress,” she whispered. “Pearl loves being yours. Pearl loves being property. Pearl loves being a doll. Pearl loves being a whore. Pearl loves being a cunt. Pearl loves being owned. Pearl loves being free. Pearl loves being nothing but yours. Forever.”

Finally, we took her together: Keith in her ass, me in her cunt, her mouth filled with my fingers. She was stretched, full, completely claimed.

“Pearl is so full,” she gasped. “So full of both of you. Pearl is so grateful. Pearl is so loved. Pearl is so owned. Pearl is so free. Pearl is so property. Pearl is such a doll. Pearl is such a whore. Pearl is such a cunt. Pearl is so yours. Pearl is so nothing but yours. Forever.”

She came with a cry, her body shaking. We followed, our releases washing over us.

Afterward, we lay tangled together, Pearl in the middle. She was glowing, her body still trembling.

“Pearl can’t believe this is real,” she said. “Pearl can’t believe she’s really yours. Pearl can’t believe she’s really free. Pearl can’t believe she’s really property. Pearl can’t believe she’s really a doll. Pearl can’t believe she’s really a whore. Pearl can’t believe she’s really a cunt. Pearl can’t believe she’s really nothing but yours. Forever.”

“It’s real,” I said. “And it’s permanent. There’s no going back.”

“Pearl doesn’t want to go back,” she said. “Pearl wants to move forward. Pearl wants to be yours forever. Pearl wants to be property forever. Pearl wants to be a doll forever. Pearl wants to be a whore forever. Pearl wants to be a cunt forever. Pearl wants to be owned forever. Pearl wants to be free forever. Pearl wants to be nothing but yours. Forever.”

“Then you will be,” I said. “Forever, Pearl. Always.”