It started out like any other day I guess, if I really think about it. It wouldn’t end that way though. It was my 23rd birthday. I had been a full time slaveslut whore to my Master for almost four years. It had been quite a ride, and now that we were married, it guaranteed that ride would continue, or at least as much of a guarantee as you can get in today’s divorce happy society. I was born a nasty slut, and learned early, I love being used as a fucktoy with no say. He has shown me depths of...
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