I Belong To Him... I Serve No One But Him.

I thought when i was that party girl, i knew everything. I hated school, rebelled against my parents, ran away many times, had people hide me and all i had to do was give them a bit of this and a bit of that. The night i was taken was the most horrible moment of my life.... he took me, stripped me, **** me, and remade me. I fought him for weeks, months, and probably longer. I didn't know at first that i was giving him everything he wanted. He wanted the fight, he wanted the screams, the terrors, and unfortunately for me... the pleasures. He would show me my O face, he would show how wet i was, he would show me each time i returned a kiss through a scream, each time i held on softly as someone took me without regard of my feelings, he would show me my true purpose.

I learned each and every time i made a mistake, i would get lashes to correct me. The first time i was angry, i was accepting it as ****... until i started doing good. I would see the tools on the wall and i would remember the stings... i remember getting angry and i fought back. He showed me who was really in control... nothing i said meant anything. The first time, my mouth was taped shut and hands strapped behind my back to prevent me from removing it or breathing through my mouth. He had me like that for a few days... i starved until i bowed before his presence. The 2nd time i fought. he had a BBQ in my honor, and every man had their way with me all day and all night. He allowed them to do what they wanted to me. He made sure to let me know how much at fault this was for me.

Each man wrote a tally mark on the wall with a permanent marker. One was for how many men, the other was for how many times each one came on or in me. I was reminded that i served 34 men that day at the BBQ and they came over 124 times... I remembered some of them coming for 2nds, 3rds, and one more hit before they went home. Each one taking shots with pinches, nipple pulls, clit slaps, and even the occasional pisser. By the end of the night, i was a mess... barely breathing as Mister hosed me down and allowed me to soak. I could hear the hose in my room as i laid there in the tub unable to move but feeling the bubbles and **** scorch my body cleaning what was done to me.

When i was done in the water, he pulled me out and dried me off. He bandaged me where needed and made me gargle mouth wash and i took a Plan B and a few other pills. He laid me down on a new mattress with 2 sheets as a gift. He made me look at him as he spoke. He wanted me to think and to know how much trouble i have to accept for what happened to me. He made me remember the moment that he had to do this. He wanted me to remember the tally marks on the wall and each time i came whether i fought it or enjoyed it. He wanted me to understand that he cares for me by making me the hot bubble bath, the alcoholic water, and the new mattress and sheets. He cleaned my room of any evidence of anything happening. I learned that he cared.

I don't know when it was because he never told me a time or date... I only knew because of the weather as to what season or year it was. The first and second winters were the worse for me. I wasn't yet allowed full clothing yet only a top or a bottom i had the choice of. I had to watch what i wore because it was ripped off of me and i was used for whoever wanted me. However, i lost my way... i failed Mister again. He stripped me and made me go outside. There was 5 inches of snow. He told me to run away but i couldn't... the cold trapped me more than the walls did. The cold on my feet turned me blue in no time. He told me to sit down in the snow-covered chair... i wiped the snow and he slapped me for it. He made me sit in the other chair and covered my lap with snow. I broke one of his rules about speaking and raising my voice.... i couldn't take the pain, the cold, it was ****... i would rather be gang fucked than this. I begged him to let me up... i would do anything. I apologized to his friend and everyone around just to cover my basis.

The shivering was becoming uncontrollable. I begged and begged until he finally told me to WALK back to the house. I could barely move... i fell in the snow and was **** to crawl. Once i made it to the door, one of his friends took me back to where i started crawling and explained that Mister said walk. I did... i walked. I made it... i collapsed in the room and he took care of me again. He warmed me up and kept me locked for a few days. He allowed me to play some games... they were sexual based... i guess you can say i learned some tricks from it. The VR headset was something else... i felt more relaxed every time i played a game. I started to forget things... For the life of me today i don't remember my name. He never called me it and i have been answering to Hey You, Slut, Whore, or Bitch. Did i have a name? I remember i am 20 years old... Although i am not allowed to say it... when i am out i have to say 18.

I was allowed a real shower alone for the first time... make up, real clothes.... I had to relearn how to walk in heels. He wanted me nice and pretty for tonight. I was nothing more than arm candy and i don't speak unless i am spoken to and small sentences only. I went with him... had a nice dinner. A few girls led me away. We made our way down the elevator and into a limo. We drove to a location where there was loud music and nothing but guys everywhere. I was told to strip and dance. I did as i was told. I was told to have a lesbian show with the girls i just met. So, we just gave the best show i could think of. Later on, i was brought into a room where a few men wanted me... i wasn't sure Mister wanted me to, but again the choice wasn't mine and i did was i was **** to do... but i realized that i couldn't cum. I was being fucked so hard that i should cum... but i don't.

The end of the night i went back to Mister and i was given a chance to clean up. He reached his hand out and i handed him a whole bag of money. I don't know how much it was as i seemingly can't remember to count... maybe it's the **** i had tonight. All i know is that the limo ride back home was crazy insane... i begged for Mister's cock and he allowed me to suck it.... i sucked it nice and hard how he likes it with a soft blow to it... I came so hard from it that i fell to the floor. He laughs as he pulls me up by my hair and does it again. He told me that i wasn't allowed to cum unless he was the one that made me. I can't imagine how he was able to get me to do that... but i know when he needs me to rest and relax, he lets me play the VR game. I realized that the VR game is hypnotizing me, so i play it to see what it does and i can't recall each time i look... How is it doing it?