First Pregnancy

Tonya discovers she is pregnant. Pearl is overjoyed to be given the role of nanny and caretaker. The pregnancy is a new purpose for Pearl, deepening her devotion. She cares for Tonya, prepares the nursery, and feels the baby move. Emily is born, and Pearl is a constant, loving presence, solidifying her role as a central and vital part of the family.

I remember the moment I knew I was pregnant, reader. I was standing in the bathroom, staring at the little pink line on the test, and my whole future flashed before my eyes. A child. Our child. With Pearl there to help raise it. The woman I used to be would have been terrified. She would have worried about everything: the timing, the responsibility, the changes to her life. She would have been afraid of becoming a mother. She would have been afraid of the unknown. She would have been afraid of losing control. She would have been afraid of sharing her life with a child. She would have been afraid of sharing her property with a child. She would have been afraid of sharing her doll with a child. She would have been afraid of sharing her whore with a child. She would have been afraid of sharing her cunt with a child. But she’s gone. I’m not her. I was ready. I was more than ready. I was overjoyed.

The morning I took the test, I woke up before Keith and Pearl. The house was quiet, the sun just beginning to rise. I slipped out of bed and padded to the bathroom, my heart pounding. I could hear Pearl’s soft breathing from the foot of the bed, and I smiled. She was always there. She was always waiting. She was always ours. She was always property. She was always a doll. She was always a whore. She was always a cunt. She was always nothing but ours.

I’d been feeling different for a few weeks, tired, a little nauseous, my body changing in subtle ways. I’d tried not to get my hopes up. I’d tried not to imagine what it would be like. I’d tried not to hope too much. But the test didn’t lie.

Positive.

I stared at the little pink line, my hand shaking. Positive. I was pregnant. I was going to have a baby. Keith was going to be a father. Pearl was going to be a nanny. We were going to be a family. Our family was going to grow. Our property was going to have a purpose. Our doll was going to have a charge. Our whore was going to have a mission. Our cunt was going to have a meaning. Our nothing but ours was going to be everything.

I walked back to the bedroom, my mind racing. Keith was still asleep, his chest rising and falling peacefully. Pearl was curled at the foot of the bed, naked and collared, her body relaxed in sleep. Her collar gleamed in the pale morning light, and I felt a surge of love so intense it almost hurt. She was property. She was a doll. She was a whore. She was a cunt. She was ours. She was nothing but ours. And soon, she would be so much more.

I sat on the edge of the bed, watching them, my heart full.

“Keith,” I whispered. “Keith, wake up.”

He stirred, his eyes fluttering open. “What is it?” he asked, his voice rough with sleep. “What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” I said, my voice trembling with joy. “I’m pregnant. We’re going to have a baby. You’re going to be a father. We’re going to be parents. We’re going to have a child. We’re going to have a family. Our property is going to be a nanny. Our doll is going to be a caretaker. Our whore is going to be a mother-figure. Our cunt is going to be a guardian. Our nothing but ours is going to be everything.”

Keith sat up immediately, his eyes wide. “Are you serious? Are you really pregnant? Are you sure?”

“I’m serious,” I said. “I took the test. It’s positive. We’re going to have a baby. You’re going to be a father. We’re going to be a family. Our property is going to serve a new purpose. Our doll is going to care for a new life. Our whore is going to nurture a new soul. Our cunt is going to protect a new heart. Our nothing but ours is going to be everything.”

He pulled me into his arms, holding me tight. “We’re going to have a baby,” he repeated, his voice full of wonder. “We’re going to be parents. We’re going to be a family. Our family is going to grow. Our property is going to have a new purpose. Our doll is going to have a new charge. Our whore is going to have a new mission. Our cunt is going to have a new meaning. Our nothing but ours is going to be everything.”

Pearl stirred at the foot of the bed, her eyes opening. “What’s happening, Mistress?” she asked, her voice soft with sleep. “Is everything okay? Is everyone alright? Is Pearl needed?”

“Everything’s more than okay, Pearl,” I said. “Pearl is going to have a baby. Pearl is going to be a nanny. Pearl is going to take care of the baby. Pearl is going to serve the baby. Pearl is going to love the baby. Pearl is going to be property for the baby. Pearl is going to be a doll for the baby. Pearl is going to be a whore for the baby. Pearl is going to be a cunt for the baby. Pearl is going to be nothing but ours for the baby. Forever.”

Pearl’s eyes widened. “Pearl is going to be a nanny,” she said softly. “Pearl is going to take care of the baby. Pearl is going to serve the baby. Pearl is going to love the baby. Pearl is going to be property for the baby. Pearl is going to be a doll for the baby. Pearl is going to be a whore for the baby. Pearl is going to be a cunt for the baby. Pearl is going to be nothing but yours for the baby. Pearl is so happy. Pearl is so grateful.”

She crawled up the bed, her body pressing against mine. “Pearl is so honored, Mistress,” she said. “Pearl is so grateful. The woman I used to be would have been jealous. She would have wished she was the one having a baby. She would have been possessive. She would have been afraid. She would have been afraid of being left behind. She would have been afraid of being replaced. She would have been afraid of losing her status. She would have been afraid of losing her purpose. She would have been afraid of losing her meaning. She would have been afraid of losing her property. She would have been afraid of losing her dollhood. She would have been afraid of losing her wisdom. She would have been afraid of losing her countyhood. She would have been afraid of losing her 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 get jealous. Property serves. Property nurtures. Property takes care of its owners’ children. Property loves. Property is owned. Property is free. Property is nothing but yours. Forever.”

I kissed her forehead. “You’re going to be the best nanny, Pearl. The best caretaker. The best family member. The best property. The best doll. The best whore. The best cunt. The best is nothing but ours. You’re going to be everything to this baby. You’re going to be everything to this family. You’re going to be everything to us. Forever.”

“Pearl knows, Mistress,” she said. “Pearl will be perfect. Pearl exists to serve. Pearl exists to care. Pearl exists to be property. Pearl exists to be a doll. Pearl exists to be a whore. Pearl exists to be a cunt. Pearl exists to be owned. Pearl exists to be free. Pearl exists to be yours. Pearl exists to be nothing but yours. Forever.”

The pregnancy progressed, reader. My body changed, my belly growing, my breasts swelling, my energy waxing and waning. Pearl was there for all of it. She brought me ginger tea for my nausea. She prepared nutritious meals. She made sure I rested when I was tired. She massaged my feet when they ached. She held my hair when I was sick. She was the perfect caretaker. She was the perfect property. She was the perfect doll. She was the perfect whore. She was the perfect cunt. She was the perfect nothing but ours.

“Pearl loves watching you change, Mistress,” she said. “The woman I used to be would have been jealous. She would have wanted her own body to change. She would have wanted to experience pregnancy. She would have been possessive. She would have been afraid. She would have been afraid of being replaced. She would have been afraid of losing her purpose. She would have been afraid of losing her meaning. She would have been afraid of losing her property. She would have been afraid of losing her dollhood. She would have been afraid of losing her wisdom. She would have been afraid of losing her countyhood. She would have been afraid of losing her 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 need to experience pregnancy. Property just needs to serve. Property just needs to be taken care of. Property just needs to be property. Property just needs to be a doll. Property just needs to be a whore. Property just needs to be a cunt. Property just needs to be owned. Property just needs to be free. Property just needs to be yours. Property just needs to be nothing but yours. Forever.”

The announcement to the families was a joyous occasion, reader. We gathered everyone together: Pearl’s parents, Keith’s parents, Marco and Julia, the extended circle. Everyone was there. Everyone was curious. Everyone was ready to celebrate. Everyone was ready to see Pearl in her new role. Everyone was ready to see property serving a new purpose. Everyone was ready to see a doll caring for a new life. Everyone was ready to see a whore nurturing a new soul. Everyone was ready to see a cunt protecting a new heart. Everyone was ready to see nothing but ours being everything.

I stood in front of them, Keith’s hand in mine, Pearl kneeling at our feet. She was naked, collared, her body on display. She was property. She was a doll. She was a whore. She was a cunt. She was ours. She was nothing but ours. And she was about to be so much more.

“We have an announcement,” I said. “I’m pregnant. We’re going to have a baby. Keith is going to be a father. Pearl is going to be a nanny. We’re going to be a family. Our family is going to grow. Our property is going to have a new purpose. Our doll is going to have a new charge. Our whore is going to have a new mission. Our cunt is going to have a new meaning. Our nothing but ours is going to be everything.”

The room erupted in cheers and congratulations. Keith’s mother rushed forward to hug me. His father shook Keith’s hand, his eyes wet. Marco and Julia were already talking about baby showers and nursery decorations. Pearl’s mother was crying tears of joy. Everyone was celebrating. Everyone was happy. Everyone was accepting. Everyone was seeing property in a new light. Everyone was seeing a doll in a new way. Everyone was seeing a whore in a new role. Everyone was seeing a cunt for a new purpose. Everyone was seeing nothing but ours in a new context.

“Pearl is so happy,” Pearl said softly. “Pearl is so grateful. The woman I used to be would have been jealous. She would have been sad. She would have wished she was the one having a baby. She would have been possessive. She would have been afraid. She would have been afraid of being replaced. She would have been afraid of losing her purpose. She would have been afraid of losing her meaning. She would have been afraid of losing her property. She would have been afraid of losing her dollhood. She would have been afraid of losing her wisdom. She would have been afraid of losing her countyhood. She would have been afraid of losing her 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 get jealous. Property serves. Property nurtures. Property takes care of its owners’ children. Property loves. Property is owned. Property is free. Property is nothing but yours. Forever.”

The nursery was Pearl’s project, reader. She decorated it with care, soft colors, comfortable furniture, and a mobile above the crib. She read parenting books, practiced changing diapers, learned everything she needed to know. She was determined to be the perfect nanny. She was determined to be the perfect property. She was determined to be the perfect doll. She was determined to be the perfect whore. She was determined to be the perfect cunt. She was determined to be the perfect nothing but yours.

“Pearl is going to be the best nanny,” she said. “The woman I used to be would have been nervous. She would have doubted herself. She would have thought she wasn’t good enough. She would have been afraid. She would have been afraid of failing. She would have been afraid of disappointing. She would have been afraid of being replaced. She would have been afraid of losing her purpose. She would have been afraid of losing her meaning. She would have been afraid of losing her property. She would have been afraid of losing her dollhood. She would have been afraid of losing her wisdom. She would have been afraid of losing her countyhood. She would have been afraid of losing her 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 doubt. Property is certain. Property serves. Property takes care of its owners’ children. Property loves. Property is owned. Property is free. Property is nothing but yours. Forever.”

I watched her arrange the nursery, her movements graceful and purposeful. She was naked, collared, her body on display. She was property. She was a doll. She was a whore. She was a cunt. She was ours. She was nothing but ours. And she was becoming a nanny. She was becoming a caretaker. She was becoming a mother-figure. She was becoming a guardian. She was becoming everything.

“You’re going to be amazing, Pearl,” I said. “You’re going to be the most amazing nanny. You’re going to be the most amazing caretaker. You’re going to be the most amazing property. You’re going to be the most amazing doll. You’re going to be the most amazing whore. You’re going to be the most amazing cunt. You’re going to be everything to this baby. You’re going to be everything to this family. You’re going to be everything to us. Forever.”

“Pearl will be perfect, Mistress,” she said. “Pearl will serve perfectly. Pearl will care perfectly. Pearl will be property perfectly. Pearl will be a doll perfectly. Pearl will be a whore perfectly. Pearl will be a cunt perfectly. Pearl will be owned perfectly. Pearl will be free perfectly. Pearl will be yours perfectly. Pearl will be nothing but yours perfectly. Forever.”

Pearl began sleeping beside me at night, her body pressed against mine, her hand on my belly, reader. She wanted to feel the baby move. She wanted to connect with the life growing inside me. She wanted to be part of this miracle. She wanted to be property in a new way. She wanted to be a doll in a new context. She wanted to be a whore in a new role. She wanted to be a cunt for a new purpose. She wanted to be nothing but yours in a new dimension.

“Pearl loves feeling the baby move,” she said. “The woman I used to be would have been sad. She would have wished it was her baby moving inside her. She would have been jealous. She would have been possessive. She would have been afraid. She would have been afraid of being replaced. She would have been afraid of losing her purpose. She would have been afraid of losing her meaning. She would have been afraid of losing her property. She would have been afraid of losing her dollhood. She would have been afraid of losing her wisdom. She would have been afraid of losing her countyhood. She would have been afraid of losing her 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 get jealous. Property nurtures. Property cares. Property loves its owners’ children. Property is owned. Property is free. Property is nothing but yours. Forever.”

I reached down and stroked her hair. “You’re going to be the best nanny, Pearl. The best caretaker. The best family member. The best property. The best doll. The best whore. The best cunt. The best is nothing but yours. You’re going to be everything.”

“Pearl knows, Mistress,” she said. “Pearl will be perfect. Pearl exists to serve. Pearl exists to care. Pearl exists to be property. Pearl exists to be a doll. Pearl exists to be a whore. Pearl exists to be a cunt. Pearl exists to be owned. Pearl exists to be free. Pearl exists to be yours. Pearl exists to be nothing but yours. Forever.”

The first time Pearl felt the baby move, she wept with joy, reader. She was lying beside me, her hand on my belly, when she felt a flutter.

“Pearl felt it, Mistress,” she gasped. “Pearl felt the baby. Pearl felt life. Pearl felt the love. Pearl felt the future. Pearl felt the property. Pearl felt the doll. Pearl felt the whore. Pearl felt the cunt. Pearl felt the ownership. Pearl felt free. Pearl felt yours. Pearl felt nothing but yours.”

“Pearl is so happy,” she said. “Pearl is so grateful. The woman I used to be would have been sad. She would have wished it was her baby. She would have been jealous. She would have been possessive. She would have been afraid. She would have been afraid of being replaced. She would have been afraid of losing her purpose. She would have been afraid of losing her meaning. She would have been afraid of losing her property. She would have been afraid of losing her dollhood. She would have been afraid of losing her wisdom. She would have been afraid of losing her countyhood. She would have been afraid of losing her 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 get jealous. Property cares. Property nurtures. Property loves. Property is owned. Property is free. Property is nothing but yours. Forever.”

She kissed my belly, her lips soft against my skin. “Pearl loves you,” she whispered to the baby. “Pearl is going to take care of you. Pearl is going to protect you. Pearl is going to serve you. Pearl is going to love you. Pearl is going to be property for you. Pearl is going to be a doll for you. Pearl is going to be a whore for you. Pearl is going to be a cunt for you. Pearl is going to be owned by you. Pearl is going to be free for you. Pearl is going to be yours for you. Pearl is going to be nothing but yours for you. Pearl is going to be everything for you. Forever.”

Emily was born nine months later, reader. A beautiful baby girl with Keith’s eyes and my smile. Pearl was there, holding my hand, crying tears of joy. 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. And she was now a nanny. She was now a caretaker. She was now a mother-figure. She was now a guardian. She was now everything.

“Pearl is so happy,” she said. “The woman I used to be would have been jealous. She would have wished it was her baby. She would have been possessive. She would have been afraid. She would have been afraid of being replaced. She would have been afraid of losing her purpose. She would have been afraid of losing her meaning. She would have been afraid of losing her property. She would have been afraid of losing her dollhood. She would have been afraid of losing her wisdom. She would have been afraid of losing her countyhood. She would have been afraid of losing her 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 get jealous. Property cares. Property nurtures. Property loves its owners’ children. Property is owned. Property is free. Property is nothing but yours. Forever.”

She held the baby for the first time, her arms gentle and careful. Emily was tiny, her eyes closed, her fingers curled into tiny fists. She was perfect. She was ours. She was our family. She was our property’s charge. She was our doll’s purpose. She was our whore’s mission. She was our cunt’s meaning. She was our nothing, but yours’s everything.

“Pearl loves you,” she whispered. “Pearl is going to take care of you. Pearl is going to protect you. Pearl is going to serve you. Pearl is going to love you. Pearl is going to be property for you. Pearl is going to be a doll for you. Pearl is going to be a whore for you. Pearl is going to be a cunt for you. Pearl is going to be owned by you. Pearl is going to be free for you. Pearl is going to be yours for you. Pearl is going to be nothing but yours for you. Pearl is going to be everything for you. Forever.”

The first weeks with Emily were a blur of sleepless nights and endless feedings, reader. Pearl was there for all of it. She changed diapers. She prepared bottles. She rocked the baby to sleep. She sang lullabies. She was the perfect nanny. She was the perfect property. She was the perfect doll. She was the perfect whore. She was the perfect cunt. She was the perfect nothing but yours.

“Pearl loves taking care of Emily,” she said. “The woman I used to be would have been tired. She would have been overwhelmed. She would have wanted to give up. She would have been afraid. She would have been afraid of failing. She would have been afraid of disappointing. She would have been afraid of being replaced. She would have been afraid of losing her purpose. She would have been afraid of losing her meaning. She would have been afraid of losing her property. She would have been afraid of losing her dollhood. She would have been afraid of losing her wisdom. She would have been afraid of losing her countyhood. She would have been afraid of losing her 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 get tired. Property serves. Property cares. Property loves. Property is owned. Property is free. Property is nothing but yours. Forever.”

I watched her with Emily, my heart full. She was so gentle, so loving, so devoted. 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. And she was a mother-figure. She was a nanny. She was a caretaker. She was a guardian. She was everything.

“You’re amazing, Pearl,” I said. “You’re absolutely amazing. You’re the most amazing property. You’re the most amazing doll. You’re the most amazing whore. You’re the most amazing cunt. You’re the most amazing nothing but yours. You’re everything to this baby. You’re everything to this family. You’re everything to us. Forever.”

“Pearl is amazing because she’s yours, Mistress,” she said. “Because she belongs to you. 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.”

Emily grew quickly, reader. She was a happy baby, always smiling, always laughing. Pearl was her constant presence, her nanny, her caretaker, her second mother. 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. And she was Emily’s everything.

The first time Emily said “Pearl,” reader, I wept with joy. She was sitting in Pearl’s lap, her little hands reaching up to touch the collar around Pearl’s neck.

“Pearl,” she said, her voice soft and sweet. “Peal.Pearll.”

Pearl’s eyes filled with tears. “Yes, little one,” she whispered. “Pearl. Pearl is here. Pearl loves you. Pearl is your nanny. Pearl is your caretaker. Pearl is your property. Pearl is your doll. Pearl is your whore. Pearl is your cunt. Pearl is your own. Pearl is your free. Pearl is yours. Pearl is your nothing but yours. Pearl is your everything. Forever.”

I watched them together, my heart full to bursting. This was our family. This was our love. This was our life. This was our property. This was our doll. This was our whore. This was our cunt. This was our own. This was our freedom. This was yours. This was our nothing but yours. This was our everything.