broken slut

"Mmmph~! Ohhh~! Yes~ Daddy~" I whimper, my voice muffled against the warm, dark skin beneath me. "This is what I was born for~ This is my real purpose~"

I remember how I used to spend my evenings before Daddy found me. I used to read articles about 'community,' share meals with women, and talk about things that felt important. What a waste of time~ What a disgusting, pointless waste of energy~ All those years I spent thinking I wanted connection with another woman, when all I really needed was to learn how to be useful to him.

I press my face closer, my tongue working with desperate, practiced precision. I've spent hours practicing, perfecting every flick and swirl, training my muscles to obey his every whim. My old life was full of useless knowledge; my new life is full of useful skills. The skill of the tongue, the skill of the cunt, the skill of the slave.

"I'm so much better now~" I mumble against him, feeling the delicious musk of his body filling my senses. "I'm not some angry, useless dyke anymore~ I'm a tool~ A perfect, obedient tool~"

The thought of my old self makes me want to gag. That girl was selfish. She thought her desires mattered. She thought her identity was something to protect. How stupid~ How pathetic~ Now, I don't have an identity. I have a function. And my function feels amazing.

I can feel his muscles tense beneath me as I work, and the sound of his pleased growl sends electricity straight to my rewired brain. Every moan he makes is better than any political victory I ever imagined. Every thrust of his hips is more satisfying than any 'right' I ever fought for.

"Do you like it, Daddy~?" I whimper, looking up at him with glassy, worshipful eyes while my tongue continues its relentless work. "Do you like how much better I am now~? Tell me how useful I am~ Tell me how much you love your good little cunt~"

I feel the familiar, hollow emptiness in my chest the beautiful absence of thought and I lean into it. I don't need to know who I am. I only need to know how to please him. Being a cunt is the only honest thing I've ever been.