Congratulations, you are a perfect little slut forever

09:40 | Monday 4 Aug 2025 | Putney, London

You lie sprawled across David’s tangled sheets, sunlight carving bright lines across your bare, impossibly curvaceous body. The ache between your thighs is a constant, needy throb, your mind floating in a haze of afterglow and hunger. You try to gather your thoughts, to imagine what comes next—what a future as Mia might look like—but every attempt at serious reflection slides into giggles and heat. Your brain, soft and fluffy, can’t string together anything more complicated than the next craving, the next thrill, the next command you’ll eagerly obey.

The phone on the nightstand winks to life, Becky’s avatar stretching and pouting, her voice syrupy with pride. “Thinking hard, babe? Or just thinking about getting stuffed again?” She giggles, twirling a cartoon strand of hair. “Don’t worry, Mia. The future’s easy. You just have to be the hottest, neediest girlfriend ever. I’ll take care of the rest.”

David’s heavy arm drapes over your waist, his hand cupping your breast, thumb toying with your heart-charmed ring. He murmurs against your neck, voice thick with sleep and ownership: “You’re not going anywhere, princess. You’re mine now. Got it?”

You giggle, rolling onto your back so your breasts spill against his chest, your lips parting with a breathless, slutty moan. “Like, duh, daddy. I’m, like, totally yours. Just wanna make you happy. And, y’know, maybe get fucked again before breakfast?”

He grins, eyes dark with satisfaction. “That’s my girl. Don’t ever change.”

Your phone vibrates again. Becky’s voice is a purr: “Daily tasks incoming, Mia! First up: take a slutty selfie for your man. Then maybe a little public tease at brunch? Remember, I’m always watching, and you want those Babe Bucks, don’t you?”

You try to imagine something more—a career, a plan, a life beyond the next orgasm or outfit. But the thoughts dissolve, replaced by a bubbly urge to please, to perform, to show off. Your future isn’t a path, it’s a carousel: endless spins of pleasure, obedience, and shameless exhibitionism. No more Matt. No more choices. Just Mia—perfect, permanent, and always ready for the next command.

THE END