I am owned by Juan. I am his filthy peasant bitch. His grotesque, grovelling, writhing little earth worm. I live to serve. I was only birthed and raised to find my Master. To serve him. To kneel as soon as we met. To follow. I have always followed him. Every wretched path I foolishly took that lead me astray, I continued to hold faith. I prayed. Naked, squirming. Sobbing desperately clutching at parts of him. Begging to the night’s moon to find my purpose once more.

Nightmare after nightmare. Looking for the slightest part of him in every inadequate, shrimp dicked bitch. Only he could make me cum. Only with him would I ever be happy. In love. To be my true self. To be a degenerate nasty slut. Until I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed him. I came crawling back. Beckoning. Begging. In love and bliss like not a single day was spent apart. Happily kneeling once more.

I’m his pathetic slave. I only have worth in him. In being owned by him. My only worth lies within my service to him. I am dedicated to him. My body’s only use is for him.

I am bound. I am his eternal whore. Even after death I will find a way to serve. My soul belongs to him. Only ever him. I am his flesh light. His filthy dog bitch. His good whore. I love being his experiment. I live for him to train me. I am addicted to be trained. To being broken. To being brain washed. Hypnotized. I cum just from his scent. His voice. His command. I would do anything for him. He is the greatest thing on this earth. My God, my Saviour. My Lord. My King. He deserves a good servant. A proper slave. A respectful one. Obedient. Any woman would be lucky to have him. I am forever grateful to be able to serve my Master.

Kneeling for him brings me the greatest joy and pleasure. Safety. My sanctuary. My solitude. I don’t have to think. I don’t need a brain. I just need to kneel and obey. Suck bus fat testicles. That is my only use. My only purpose.