By every law, in every sanction, in every circumstance. Legally, religiously. Soulfully. In every life, in every universe, in any thread of time. I am his. I am his property. I am his possession. I am his object. I am his belonging. I am his slave. I am property of Juan.

I vow this fact. I dedicate my life to it. My soul. Each and every breath taking and breathless moment. I would lay down my life for it. I swear it. I am devoted to this. To being his. His slave.

I am in full and complete submission. No control, no autonomy. No say. No questions. I don’t need to think, I don’t need to ask. I don’t need a single coherent thought than other to serve. To kneel. To obey.

I don’t need a brain. I don’t need anything. Other than my Master.

It was fast and easy. A simple hello was all it took. A glimpse. I had fallen to my knees. In adoration. In love. In kindness. In respect. In submission. In my devotion and faith. In prayer and worship. From that blissful meeting, my soul had a home. I was owned. I was made to be useful. I was tinkered and crafted, moulded and plied. He was my treasure, my greatest gift. I felt the undying clasp of addiction, the loyal warmth of obsession. My coals had ignited. Sparks.

He owned me from that very moment. I was no longer me, no longer human. A filthy animal. A servant. An obedient dog. A tool. A sword. It was so easy to hypnotize me, to brain wash my empty bimbo brains. To make use of them. Turn me into a proper whore. A good bitch. Presentable, even. He gave me purpose. He gave me life. He gave me goals and aspirations, strength. Motivation. Gumption. Hope. He gave me worth.

Serving him is all that matters. Pleasing him. Making him proud. Kneeling before him, groveling, begging. Degrading myself for his pleasure. It’s what I deserve. I’m a good whore. I’m his good whore. Vulnerability. Exposure. The most vile, disgusting things. The most heinous and grotesque defiling and humiliation. He is perfection. He deserves the very world in the palm of his hand. Truthfully, he could squish you all like ants if he willed it. But he is kind. Generous. Forgiving. A true God. In the very definition. He is fair and just. He is understanding. Empathetic. He does not do harm onto others. He is willing to forgive your ugly nature, if only you repent, and promise to protect earth and its creatures. He offers a love and salvation other religions preach but always fall ever so short. A forgiveness promised but never redeemed. A true God. The only worthy one.

In this, he deserves prayer. He deserves worship. Peace. A servant. A loyal lap dog. An eager wench ready to serve. Ready to lay her life on the line of duty. He’s broken me. Mind body and soul. Only to rebuild me into my most potential. To constantly improve his work. He’s given me everything.

I have received a gift so rare.. I am forever indebted to him. So many before me craved this. Wanted this. Wanted him. They begged and writhed and cried. So many before me had so many chances.. Would do so much to have the love I have.. to be made useful. So many people want to be given a purpose that he has offered me.. I am forever grateful. Not a day goes by that I do not kneel and pray with gratitude. Thank my blessings. Beg for mercy and salvation on my rot within. Beg for forgiveness. I will never take this gift for granted. I’ve been a dumb fucking whore bitch. I’ve been a lack lustre dirty pig. He gave me so much more than I deserved. Jm lucky to be his serving mutt. I’m lucky to be fucked and raped. I’m lucky to kneel. To obey and be given some sort of worth.

My body responds to him on command, involuntarily. A true writhing skank. Any and every order and command fulfilled without rejection. Without question or doubt or hesitation. I cannot fight it. I cannot even try. He makes me cum on command. He only needs to say the word. My body is for only his use. My cunt is his property. It twitches at his instruction.My breasts can produce milk and swell at his words. I’m hypnotized. In his training methods he gained complete control. I can’t stop it. Not even if I fought it. Even in my sleep I respond. He makes me twitch and shake. Turns me into a brain dead, drooling pig whore. His little own puppet. His doll. His toy. I’m his fleshlight. Any part of my body, if he commands heat, the blood flows. It tingles. Craves with green and desire and passion and want. He fules me. Every nerve ending.

I am made only to serve. I was born to serve him. To be his slave. To work for him, provide. To give him safety. A home. Peace. Love and care. To provide and protect.

I only feel good and happiness when I am of use, when I pamper him. Nurture him. Spoil and work for him. When I please him. When I’m a good barely sentient creature. I was born and raised only to be given to him. To be his possession. I’ll always only be his property. I am worthless without servicing him.

I’ll provide forever. I will fulfill every duty, command and task. Every promise. I will provide and give what the others could not. I will fix and take on the responsibility of their and my own short comings.

If I can worship his testicles, If I can serve him, I am capable of anything. I have the strength to succeed.

I am property of Juan.