again and again

"Daddy's home..." Jade thinks, though the thought doesn't even register as words in her head. It's just a warm, golden feeling that spreads from her chest down to her thighs.

Jade stands in the center of the penthouse living room, posing like the perfect little prize she has become. She is wearing a black satin bunny suit that barely qualifies as clothing; it's a strip of fabric stretched taut over her enhanced, pillowy curves. Her breasts, now soft and heavy from months of 'nurturing' treatments, spill dangerously over the top of the leotard. Her ass, round and impossibly plush, strains against the tight fabric with every micro movement she makes. The white fluffy tail pinned to her rear jiggles hypnotically as she shifts her weight.

Her eyes are wide, glassy, and fixed on the doorway. The sharp, analytical Jade the one who used to debate philosophy and care about social justice is long gone, replaced by this pink cheeked, drooling creature of pure aesthetic pleasure.

"Good girl, Jade. Stay exactly like that."

The voice carries a command that makes Jade's knees buckle slightly. Daddy enters the room. He is tall, imposing, and carries the aura of absolute ownership. He doesn't need to raise his voice; the sheer weight of his authority fills the space.

"Yes, Daddy," Jade breathes. Her voice is a high, airy whisper, completely stripped of any inflection. "Jade is being good. Jade is waiting."

She doesn't wait for an invitation. She knows her role. She knows that her only purpose is to be the soft, mindless object that absorbs his dominance. She drops to all fours on the Persian rug, her ass tilting upward in a shameless invitation. The bunny ears atop her head bob as she moves, making her look pathetically adorable.

Daddy approaches, his footsteps deliberate. Jade can hear the rustle of his expensive trousers, the metallic click of his belt buckle. The sound sends a wave of mindless arousal through her. Her cock hungry instincts, so thoroughly conditioned during her weeks of 'correction,' flare up like a fever.

"You look delicious in that suit, you little slut," Daddy growls, standing behind her. "Does it feel good to know you're mine to use?"

"Yes, Daddy," Jade whines, her hips beginning to sway in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. "Jade loves being yours. Jade loves being used."

She turns her head back to look at him, her expression one of vacant, desperate need. Her tongue lolls out slightly between her lips. She isn't thinking about the man; she is thinking about the feeling of being claimed, the feeling of being filled, the feeling of having her entire identity erased by his cock.

Daddy's hand suddenly grips her hip, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "Then show me how much you missed Daddy's cock."

Jade's breathing becomes rapid and shallow. She arches her back, pushing her ass toward him as far as she can, her entire body vibrating with the anticipation of being broken open once again.