Second Pregnancy

The family grows again. Tonya becomes pregnant with their second child. Pearl is now the caretaker of two children. The family's dynamic solidifies. Richard is born, and Pearl's role as a nanny and second mother is confirmed. The family's love and acceptance of Pearl's role is complete.

Have you ever thought your life is complete, reader, and then you realize it’s just getting started? That’s how I felt when I found out I was pregnant again. The woman I used to be would have been anxious. She would have worried about the timing, about the changes, about whether she could handle another child. 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 another child. She would have been afraid of sharing her property with another child. She would have been afraid of sharing her doll with another child. She would have been afraid of sharing her whore with another child. She would have been afraid of sharing her cunt with another child. But she’s gone. I’m not her. I was ready. I was more than ready. I was overjoyed. And Pearl was there, as always, ready to serve, ready to care, ready to love. Ready to be property. Ready to be a doll. Ready to be a whore. Ready to be a cunt. Ready to be ours. Ready to be nothing but ours.

The morning I took the test, I woke up before Keith and Pearl. The house was quiet, the sun just beginning to rise. Emily was still asleep in her crib, her soft breathing a gentle rhythm in the morning stillness. 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 slipped out of bed and padded to the bathroom, my heart pounding. 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 to have another child. 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 again. We were going to have another baby. Emily was going to be a big sister. Pearl was going to be a nanny to two children. Our family was going to grow. Our love was going to expand. Our property was going to have a new purpose. Our doll was going to have a new charge. Our whore was going to have a new mission. Our cunt was going to have a new meaning. Our nothing but ours was going to be even more.

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.

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 again. We’re going to have another baby. Emily is going to be a big sister. 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 even more.”

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

“I’m serious,” I said. “I took the test. It’s positive. We’re going to have another baby. We’re going to be parents again. Our family is going to grow. Our love is going to expand. 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 another baby,” he repeated, his voice full of wonder. “We’re going to be parents again. Our family is going to grow. Our love is going to expand. 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 even more.”

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 another baby. Pearl is going to be a nanny to two children. Pearl is going to take care of both of them. Pearl is going to serve both of them. Pearl is going to love both of them. Pearl is going to be property for both of them. Pearl is going to be a doll for both of them. Pearl is going to be a whore for both of them. Pearl is going to be a cunt for both of them. Pearl is going to be nothing but ours for both of them. Forever.”

Pearl’s eyes widened. “Pearl is going to be a nanny to two children,” she said softly. “Pearl is going to take care of both of them. Pearl is going to serve both of them. Pearl is going to love both of them. Pearl is going to be property for both of them. Pearl is going to be a doll for both of them. Pearl is going to be a whore for both of them. Pearl is going to be a cunt for both of them. Pearl is going to be nothing but yours for both of them. 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 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 amazing with both of them. 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, caring for me while also caring for Emily. 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.”

She brought me ginger tea for my nausea. She prepared nutritious meals. She made sure I rested when I was tired. She also cared for Emily, keeping the toddler entertained and happy while I rested. 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 yours.

“Pearl is so grateful to serve, Mistress,” she said. “Pearl is so grateful to be useful. Pearl is so grateful to be property. Pearl is so grateful to be a doll. Pearl is so grateful to be a whore. Pearl is so grateful to be a 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.”

The announcement to the family was joyous, reader. Emily was already a toddler, running around the house, her laughter filling the rooms. 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 now there would be another child to love.

“We have an announcement,” I said, standing in the living room with Keith and Pearl. “I’m pregnant again. We’re going to have another baby. Emily is going to be a big sister. 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 yours is going to be even more.”

Everyone cheered. Keith’s mother hugged me tightly. His father shook Keith’s hand. Marco and Julia were already planning the baby shower. Pearl’s mother was crying tears of joy. Everyone was celebrating. Everyone was happy. Everyone was accepting.

“Pearl is so happy,” Pearl said. “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 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.”

Emily toddled over to Pearl and wrapped her arms around her leg. “Mommy,” she said. “Mommy. Baby. Mommy has a baby? Mommy has a new baby?”

Pearl’s eyes filled with tears. “Pearl loves you,” she whispered. “Pearl loves you so much. And Pearl will love the baby too. Pearl will love both of you. Pearl will take care of both of you. Pearl will serve both of you. Pearl will be property for both of you. Pearl will be a doll for both of you. Pearl will be a whore for both of you. Pearl will be a cunt for both of you. Pearl will be owned by both of you. Pearl will be free for both of you. Pearl will be yours for both of you. Pearl will be nothing but yours for both of you. Pearl will be everything for both of you. Forever.”

Richard was born nine months later, reader. A healthy baby boy. Pearl was there, holding my hand, crying tears of joy. Emily was at home with Marco and Julia, waiting to meet her baby brother. 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 to two children. She was now a caretaker to two souls. She was now a mother-figure to two hearts. She was now a guardian to two futures. 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. Richard was tiny, his eyes closed, his fingers curled into tiny fists. He was perfect. He was ours. He was our family. He was our property’s charge. He was our doll’s purpose. He was our whore’s mission. He was our cunt’s meaning. He 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 two children were challenging, reader. Emily was adjusting to being a big sister. Richard was demanding constant attention. But Pearl was there for all of it. She changed diapers. She prepared bottles. She rocked the baby to sleep. She sang lullabies. She played with Emily. She read her stories. 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 both children,” 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 the children, 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 ours. You’re everything to these children. 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.”

As the months passed, the family settled into a rhythm, reader. Emily was growing into a curious, intelligent toddler. Richard was developing into a happy, content baby. Pearl was their constant presence, their nanny, their caretaker, their 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 everything.

One evening, after the children were asleep, I found Pearl kneeling in the nursery, her eyes on the cribs. 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 owned. She was free. She was yours. She was nothing but yours. And she was watching over our children.

“Pearl,” I said softly, “what are you doing?”

She turned to look at me, her eyes shining with tears. “Pearl is just watching them, Mistress. Pearl is just watching Emily and Richard sleep. Pearl is just watching the children Pearl gets to care for. Pearl is just watching the children Pearl gets to serve. Pearl is just watching the children Pearl gets to love. Pearl is just watching the children Pearl gets to be property for. Pearl is just watching the children Pearl gets to be a doll for. Pearl is just watching the children Pearl gets to be a whore for. Pearl is just watching the children Pearl gets to be a cunt for. Pearl is just watching the children Pearl gets to be owned for. Pearl is just watching the children Pearl gets to be free for. Pearl is just watching the children Pearl gets to be yours for. Pearl is just watching the children Pearl gets to be nothing but yours for. Pearl is just watching the children Pearl gets to be everything for. 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. You’ve shown us what everything 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. Pearl is so grateful to be everything. 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. She was everything.

“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. Pearl loves being everything. Forever.”

That night, we made love with the knowledge that our family had grown even more, 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. She was everything.

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. She was on her hands and knees, her ass raised, her cunt open and waiting.

“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. Thank you for making Pearl everything. 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. Her body responded to every movement, every stroke, every command.

“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. Pearl loves being everything. 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. Her eyes were closed, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“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. Pearl is so everything. 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. Pearl can’t believe she’s really everything. 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. Pearl wants to be everything forever.”

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

The years passed, reader. Emily grew into a young woman, and Richard grew into a young man. They both accepted Pearl’s role in the family without question. It was normal to them. It was natural. It was beautiful. Pearl was property. Pearl was a doll. Pearl was a whore. Pearl was a cunt. Pearl was owned. Pearl was free. Pearl was yours. Pearl was nothing but yours. Pearl was everything.

“Pearl is so grateful,” she said. “The woman I used to be would have been worried about what the children would think. She would have been concerned about their judgment. She would have been afraid. She would have been afraid of what they would see. She would have been afraid of being seen. She would have been afraid of being displayed. 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. She would have been afraid of being everything. 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 worry. Property serves. Property cares. Property loves. Property is owned. Property is free. Property is nothing but yours. Property is everything. Forever.”